The Games Players: Weekend Trip (MF/FMfm)

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Friday

Steve and I had planned this romantic weekend away for some time – but come on, of course we were going to play a few games while we were away, with Tammy safely at my parent’s house for a few days. So, we safely left her there on the Friday morning and travelled out to the wilds for three days of relaxation and excitement.

But our first stop was a most – spiritual one, because on a previous visit we had spent a Sunday morning at St Thomas Aquinos, a fairly high Anglican church in a little village, and heard the homily from the vicar – while also noticing his wife and their two daughters. Said wife being better known as Alice Compton, star of a well-known soap opera. So, we had always said when we were next in the area…

This was on Good Friday, and we knew the father was going to be on parish business while Alice, ten-year-old Rebecca and six-year-old Francis would be at home, so we timed our arrival at the Vicarage for just after two pm. We were dressed casually – except, of course, for the stockings over our heads when we came to the front door and knocked.

The door was opened by Alice, who was wearing a long-sleeved white lace top over a white jumper, and jeans which were ticked into knee length brown leather boots. She looked at us, and then walked slowly back, raising her hands in the air as Steve said, “Good afternoon, Mrs Compton – I do hope you don’t mind us calling unexpectedly, but we’d like you and your daughters to play a little game with us.”

“What… What sort of game?”

“Hostages,” I said with a smile after I closed the door, “do as we say, and let them believe this is just a game, and we’ll all be much happier. You’re an actress – do you think you can do that for us?”

She slowly nodded as she said, “you’re that couple aren’t you – The Games Players?”

“That’s right,” I said quietly, “so where are your daughters?”

Alice looked to the door to one side, as I walked with her and Steve opened the door wide. We went in to find Rebecca and Francis sitting on the couch. Both of the girls had long blonde hair, with hair bands that had a flower on them holding it back from their eyes, and long white dresses that had a lace overlayer and sleeveless white body underneath. Both girls were also wearing white tights, and pink Ugg boots.

“Mama,” Francis said quietly as she looked at us, “what’s going on?”

“Well,” Francis said, “we’re going to play a very special game before your father comes back from the church. It means we won’t be able to move for a little while – or speak – but I promise you we will enjoy it together, all right?”

The two girls nodded as I knelt in front of them and said “so we are going to pretend to rob this house - and because we found you and your mother here, we need to make sure nobody can raise the alarm. Now, what do you do when you are worried or scared of something?”

The two girls looked at each other, before Rebeca said, “we pray with Mummy and Daddy.”

“Well, I think you and Mummy should pray together – can you both put your hands together in prayer for me, and then I’m going to do something to keep your hands together, all right?”

“Do as the lady says,” Alice said quietly as both girls put their hands together in front of them in prayer. I then took from my rucksack a roll of white tape and used it to secure their wrists together. I then wrapped the tape round their arms to make sure they stayed by their sides, while Steve used a roll of tape from his rucksack to do the same to their mother.

I then got both girls to sit on the couch and slipped their boots off before I taped their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees. Steve then said “I’m going to go with your mother for a little walk, and we’ll bring some drinks back. In the meantime, do you promise to sit nice and quietly while my friend sits with you?”

They both nodded as Steve went off with Alice, while I sat down and said, “are you both comfortable?”

“Yes,” Francis said, “but can you answer me a question?”

“Sure – what is it?”

“Are you real robbers?”

I looked at the girls, and said “if we are, is that scarier?”

“No,” Rebecca said, “you’re actually very nice, but we have been taught not to lie. Do you do that to help us feel better?”

I nodded as they both smiled. “Thank you – and don’t tell Mama we asked. She may be more worried than both of us.”

When Steve came back a short while later, he was surprised to see that both girls had white tape overt their mouths – as was Alice, who said “what happened?”

“The girls said they would call for help unless I stopped them,” I said, both of them nodding as they twisted round on the couch. Steve nodded as he helped Alice to sit on an armchair, while I knelt down and removed her boots, before taping her ankles together and her legs below her knees.

Steve then tape gagged her, before we both left them to enjoy some time together, all of them with their taped hands under their chins and their eyes closed. We had an appointment elsewhere before we got to our overnight stop…



I’m the man of the house when Dad is not home – my name is Steve, and I’m eleven, and I have two sisters. Ruth is two years older than me, and Edith two years younger. Well, last Good Friday, I had to be the man of the house in a very different way…

Mum had taken us for a walk at local National Trust site, and we were dressed for the cold Spring weather. Ruth was wearing a white cardigan over a blue t-shirt, bluer leggings and light brown knee length boots, while Edith was wearing a blue cardigan over a white t-shirt, and jeans tucked into shorter, darker brown leather boots. As for me, I had a checked shirt on under a red wind cheater, jeans and trainers.

Mum also had a checked blouse on, as well as her jeans which were tucked into knee length tan boots. As we came back into the house she made her way upstairs, while the three of us went into the front room – and stopped short when we saw the man standing there. He was wearing a black jumper, pants, gloves – and had a stocking pulled down over his head, as he looked at us and said “Well, hello there – you must be Steve, Rith and Edith. Your parents have hired me and my friend to play a game of Robbers with you as a family – she will be talking to your mother right now.”

“What do you mean, a game of robbers,” I said, “because if you are going to hurt us…”

“Relax, Steve,” the man said, “we’re not going to hurt you, but we do play this game realistically – which means I need to make sure you three cannot raise the alarm.

“And I am going to need your help to do that.”

“My help – how?”

“Let me show you,” he said as he opened a rucksack, and took out some lengths of rope. He handed one to me, and said “first, I have to make sure your sisters cannot escape or raise the alarm – so watch what I do to Ruth, and then you can do the same to Edith. Girls, please stand in front of us, and put your hands behind your back.”

“Do as he says,” I whispered as I watched him walk behind Ruth and cross her wrists behind her back, before he doubled the rope and wrapped it round her wrists, pulling the ends through the middle. I did the same to Edith and copied him as he took the rope around and between her arms, tying the ends off on top out of reach of my sister’s fingers as he did the same.

“Good,” he said quietly, “now I want you both to sit on the floor and stretch your legs out.”

“Can you help me,” Edith said, so I helped her to sit next to Ruth and knelt down, the man handing me another length of rope before I copied him in finding my younger sister’s ankles tightly together, and then doing the same to her legs below her knees.


Ruth and Edith looked at each other as they twisted their legs round, while the man handed me a white scarf and told me to do what he did. So, I rolled the scarf along the diagonal into a band, and tied a knot in the middle, before he told the two girls to open their mouths – and we pushed the knots between their lips, then tied the scarf round their heads.

“There,” he said quietly as he looked at me, “and now it is your turn.”

When Mum came in, I looked at her from where I was lying along the couch and said “hllmhhm.” I had been tied and gagged in the same way as the toe girls, then helped to lie on my side on the couch while the man waited. Mum was with a woman, who was also dressed in black with a stocking over her head, while I could see her hands were behind her back and there was rope round her arms and body.

“So are you all enjoying the game,” she said, all three of nodding as she was helped so sit on an armchair, and the man knelt down to tie rope round her ankles and her legs below her knees. The masked woman then rolled another scarf up and pulled the knot into Mum’s mouth before she tied it round her head, while the man turned the television on.

“You did what the Man of the house needs to do in this situation,” he said as he looked at me, and Mum nodded as he said “now, just lie still – your father will be back soon to be the hero that rescues you all.”

They both left – and it about an hour and a half later when Dad came in, saw us, said a rued word and then took the much darker scarf out of her mouth, as he said “call the police – we’ve really been robbed…”


Saturday

It was a different way to spend Saturday morning, while Clive was at the golf club – but the girls seemed to find it exciting, even though they thought it was just a game.


We had been shopping already, dressed casually – I was wearing a pink cardigan over a black top, and old jeans tucked into knee length brown biker boots – a grey chiffon scarf wrapped loosely round my neck. Clara, my older daughter, had a striped jumper on with blue leggings and knee length dark brown boots, while Angela was wearing a grey long sleeved top with a pink star on the front, blue jeans and brown Ugg boots – and while Clara had a blue scarf wrapped round her neck, Angela did not have one – instead, she was wearing a wide brown headband to hold her hair back.

So, I was in the kitchen putting the shopping away when the doorbell rang, and I heard Clara say she would go and see who it was. I vaguely heard a man and woman talking, and then the door closing, but I didn’t think too much about it - until I realized the girls had gone very quiet. So, I made myself a coffee, turned round - and there was a woman standing there, wearing a bleu jacket over a denim dress, black fabric boots – and a black stocking pulled down over her head, while she was pointing a gun at me in her gloved hand.

“Hello,” she said with a smile, “we’re here to play a game with you and your family. And you are going to make sure they know it is a game, aren’t you?”

“A… A game? A game of… Oh.

“OH!” I realized then who this woman was as I said “my girls…”

“My friend is already helping them to play the game – would you like to come, and see?”

“Do I have a choice?” She shook her head, and said “no – before we go, take off your jewellery, and place it in this bag.” She held up a small black velvet sack, which I put my rings, earrings and bracelet in, before I carefully held my mug, and we walked back to the front room. Clara was watching as a masked man, wearing jeans and a denim jacket, was helping Angela to sit on one end of the long couch. My nine-year-old daughter had her wrists behind her back, and a length of rope holding her arms against her sides, while she watched the masked man kneel down and use white rope to start to tie her ankles together.

“This is an exciting game, Mum,” she said as Clara looked at me, then both of us watched as the man tied more rope round Angela’s legs below her knees, holding them firmly together. As he stood up, he looked at Clara and said “now, just like I asked you to.”

“Remember it’s a game,” I whispered as I watched Clara remove her scarf, then walk behind Angela and wait for her sister to open her mouth before she passed the scarf between her lisp twice, then knotted the ends together at the base of Angella’s neck.

“Will you be all right,” I said as Angela moved her body, then nodded before the man took Clara’s hands behind her back and I saw him take more rope from the rucksack on the floor.

“Your mother is going to come with me,” the woman said, “And then she will Joni you both for the rest of the game. First, however – take your scarf off, and use it to keep Clara quiet.”

“It’s all right Mum- I know it’s part of the game,” Clara said as I slowly remove the scarf from my mouth, then used it int he same way as Clara di to her sister – wound it round her head between her lips several times, and then secured the ends together at the base ofher neck. She smiled over the grey chiffon and nodded as the woman took me by the arm and walked out of the room.

“He’s going to tie her up as well, isn’t he?”

“Yes – but she’s not afraid, is she?”

I had to admit, neither of them was really afraid, so I just shook my head.

“Exactly – so show me round, and then you can join them.”
When I came back into the room, Clara and Angela were sitting on wither end of the couch, their arms and legs secured, the scarves notably darker at the corners of their mouths. I was also gagged as well – she had used a rolled up brown scarf for me – and my arms and wrists were also secured as I sat between them, watching and listening to the squeaking as she bound my own ankles and legs while the girls moved their legs round,

I turned and kissed them both on the head before they rested against me, while the young couple collected items into their rucksacks, and then left us until my husband decided to come home…


We’d left the mum and her daughters in their home in the morning, then drove some distance away for a late lunch – but we had a second visit planned that day, and so far, that visit had gone very well.

That visit was to the home of Deborah Jones, the judge of the Great British Cook Off – and when we drove up to the front of her house, we could see the two cars parked outside. Deborah had two daughters – Fiona and Georgia – and it appeared they were visiting with their families.

And that was indeed the case – we made our way into the kitchen to find both Fiona and Georgia siting there, drinking coffee. Fiona had long light brown hair and was wearing a long-sleeved grey top with jeans and black ankle boots. As for her sister, Georgia’s hair was slightly darker brown and fell over the denim jacket she was wearing over a floral print maxi diress.as well as her tan leather ankle boots.

Janna took the lead, looking at both of them as she told them both not to panic or call for help – that we were there to relieve their mother of her valuables, and then she asked if their families were there with them. Both women nodded, as I remove demy rucksack and drew two lengths of rope out, which I used to secure their wrists together behind their backs.

That was when Deborah herself walked in. The older woman had shorter dark brown hair and was wearing a pale blue jacket over a peach roll necked sweater, dark pants and black ankle boots. She looked at all of us through her glasses, slowly closed the kitchen door, and said to us “given you are wearing those over your heads, I take it you are robbing me?”

“We are,” Janna said, “where are your grandchildren at the moment?”

“Fiona’s children are in the playroom, and Georgia’s are watching television,” Deborah said quietly, “so you are the Games Players? I’m actually quite flattered you chose to visit me. I presume the children are also ging to be secured?”

“With their mothers’ yes,” I said, “so my question is who do we visit first – Fiona’s or Georgia’s?”

“If they are watching television, then Jane, Susan and Tommy are downstairs,” Georgia said as she looked at me, “so we go there first.”

“Good,” Janna said as she walked behind Deborah, took her wrists behind her back and then secured them together, “so we go there first. Just remember, this is a game – and we will put you all in the same room when it is time for the end of the game, all right?”

Deborah nodded as the three bound women walked with me and Janna out of the kitchen, down the corridor and into the front room. A fourteen-year-old girl looked up as we came in, a book on her lap, while there was a younger girl and a boy watching television.

“Mum,” the older girl said, “what’s going on?”

“Well, Jane,” Georgia said, “we’re all going to play at being hostages while this couple pretend to rob your grandmother – it’s a special game, and I want you all to play along – understand?”

Jane looked at Janna and me, in our dark clothing and stocking masks. She was wearing a striped jumper, faded jeans and white moccasins, and after a while she slowly nodded. I looked at the other two children - Susan was wearing a white jumper and jeans tucked into brown boots, a red and grey infinity scarf round her neck, while Tommy was wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans with brown shoes.

“Well then,” Janna said as she looked at them “I think the first thing we have to do is make sure none of you can leave the room for a while- your mother is going to stay in here as well. So – sit on the floor, and bend your knees, then put your hands palm down on them.”

“Why,” Tommy asked.

“Well – the bad robbers need to make sure you cannot move, so I am going to use some soft ropes to keep your wrist, ankles and legs together, and then your mother can lie on the couch behind you while you watch television.”

“Mummy?”

“It’s all right Susan – do as the lady says,” Georgie smiled at her children as they sat on the floor, while I took some ropes from the rucksack and tied their wrists together in front of themselves, so they rested on their knees. I then took more cords and secured their ankles together, Susan giggling as the ripe rubbed on her leather boots, and then secured their legs together below their knees – and their wrists to that rope.

While I was doing this, Janna was using a longer rope to secure Georgia’s arms to their sides, forcing her jacket open as he did so, and then helped her to lie on the couch behind the three children. As she started to bind their mother’s ankles together, I took out a wide roll of white tape and tore a long strip off.

“What is that for,” Jane asked.

“To keep you quiet – put your lips together.” As she did so, I covered her mouth and chin with the tape, then sued more strips to keep her brother and sister quiet, while Janna finished securing their mother. She then tape gagged her, before I looked at Fiona and Deborah.

“Now – sit quietly, watch television – and eventually the others will come and join you, all right?” they all nodded as we both took their aunt and grandmother out and made their way up the stairs to the playroom.

Opening the door, we say a boy and girl sitting on the floor. The girl was a couple of years older, her long brown hair falling over a red cardigan and a blue and pink floral dress that came to her knees, dark tights and mid-calf leather boots. Her brother had short blonde hair, and was wearing a white Arran sweater, jeans and brown shoes.

“Dora, Daniel?”

They both turned their heads and saw us, pushing themselves across the floor as I said “now don’t worry – your mother and grandmother are playing a game, and they want you both to play as well. Your aunt and cousins are already playing, so - ready to play?”

“What do we have to do?”

“Come and stand over her, and put your hands behind your back, while my friend does to you what we did to your mother and grandmother. Then we will take each step from there for all three of you -all right?”

Deborah watched as Janna secured the wrists of the two children behind their backs, while I secured Fiona’s arms to her sides with two bands of rope. The children were then bound in the same way, before they sat on the floor and watched as we both secured their wrists and legs.

“What happens now Mum,” Daniel said as he wriggled round.

“Well,” Janna said as she produced the white tape, “can you guess?”


“That is rather tight,” Deborah said as I pulled the ropes tight around her arms and chest. We were in the master bedroom, having first visited her home office, and Janna was emptying the contents of her jewellery boxes into our bag.

“It has to be – it’s actually better if it is tight,” I said as I knotted the ropes, and then turned her round. “Now you stay quiet, and I take you to be with everyone else. All right?”

Deborah nodded as I tape gaged her, and then walked with her down the stairs while Janna went into the playroom. As we went into where Georgia and her family were, I helped Deborah to sit on an armchair as Janna carried Daniel in and sat him next to Tommy. We then went back upstairs, Janna carrying Dora down while I carried Fiona, then sat her in the other armchair while Janna sat Dora on the floor.

The five grandchildren looked at each other as I said “Someone will come to end the game soon. Have fun until then…”

We both left the house and got into our car, removing our stocking masks before we both laughed and drove off. I had theatre tickets for that night, and we had a very special visit to pay the next morning…

Sunday

It was a quiet country cottage, and we were dressed for the weather. I was wearing a grey fleece over a roll neck sweater, grey leggings and over the knee suede boots, while Steve had on a black leather jacket with dark jeans and black shoes.

We looked at each other as we got out of the car, and then slipped on our gloves and the stockings, before we walked round the back and let ourselves in through the kitchen. There was a man in his early forties sitting there, wearing a bleu gilet over a checked shirt, jeans and cream-coloured trainers – and he looked at us with a mug of coffee in his hand before he said “Ah – you are here for the game?”

“Indeed,” Steve said with a smile, “so do as we say, and make it a game for your daughters, all right?”

“I understand – but I have your word you will not actually hurt us?”

“You have our word,” I said quietly as he put the cup down, while Steve walked behind him and guided his hands behind his back. “You must be George – where is your wife?”

“Mildred – she should be coming in – now.”

And as if it was on cue, the door opened and a woman the same age as him came in, wearing a dark grey top and jeans tucked into mid-calf tight brown boots which had a flat sole. She looked at us, and then said “oh my… so, it is today?”

“It is – put your hands behind your back, and then we can talk to your daughters.”

Mildred nodded as I walked behind her, guided her wrists behind her back, and lashed her wrists tightly together with rope. As I did that, Steve used a longer rope to secure George’s arms to his sides, forming two bands as he and Mildred shared a kiss.

I then made sure her arms were secured to her sides, the bands stretching her top over her chest, before Steve said, “now then – where are Poppy and Holly?”

“They – they are doing their homework in the dining room,” George said as Steve looked at him.

“Good – why don’t we go and get them to play as well, and then you can all be together.”

I opened the kitchen door and went first, George and Mildred following me as Steve came up the rear, and the I looked in the dining room. I could see the two girls there – Holly was fifteen, her long red-brown hair falling over the shoulders of a long-sleeved olive-green top, and also wearing jeans and black trainers with red laces.

Poppy was two years younger and was wearing a long sleeved green Lauras Ashley style dress with white and red flowers. The skirt of the dress came down over her knees, while she was wearing short brown leather boots on her feet.

Both girls looked at us as Polyl said “oh my god – the Games Players? You’re in our house?”

“Well, I cannot lie,” I said as I looked at the young girl, “which means I tis time to put your homework away for now, while my friend and I both make sure you and your parents play the game with us. Put your pens down and put your hands behind your back.”

The two girls looked at each other and then did as I had asked, Steve going behind them and using rope to secure their wrists together behind their backs, before I went round with longer rope and secured their arms to their sides. The two girls giggled as they were bound, before Steve pulled the chairs back and helped them to stand up, and then we walked out of the dining room, up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

Sit on the bed,” Steve said to Holly and Polly, their parents watching as they sat down and then as Steve secured their ankles together with ropes, as well as Holly’s legs below her knees. I then walked over and wrapped a rope round Polly’s legs above her knees, gathering the skirt of her dress round her legs as I did so.

Steve and I then lifted the legs of the girls and turned them round so they were sat with their backs against the headboard, while Steve helped George to lie on the floor and I asked Mildred to show me where she kept her valuables. The two girls watched, talking to each other and wriggling round in their bindings as Steve made sure their father was comfortable, and then pressed a length of sticking plaster down over his mouth.

I then got Mildred to sit on the floor next to him and secured her ankles and legs before she lay on her side, facing her husband as I gagged her with sticking plaster as well, they looked at each other as we went back to the bed, and helped the girls to lie on their backs.

“Breathe through your nose, you’ll be fine,” I said to Poppy as Holly’s lisp were covered.

“Thank you – this has been amazing,” she said before she was gagged as well, and we left them there, George and Mildred wriggling on the floor as the girls rolled over and looked at each other.

We left the bag with the valuables downstairs – we had to be on our way, because we knew in an hour’s time their grandmother would be coming to free them. We had been – contacted – to do this as a treat for Poppy, before she went into hospital for an operation…

But we still had one more call to make that day – in a Ukrainian home…


Daryna and her daughters had come to the UK a few years before the attack on their home country and made a success of her jewellery business. So, Janna and I wanted to pay them a visit while we were in their area – and had agreed anything we raised would go to support their fellow countrymen in exile.

So, we approached their house, both wearing grey outfits and stocking masks, knowing she would be at her business that afternoon, and her thirteen-year-old daughter Bohdan would be at home with her fifteen-year-old sister Nataliya. We made our way into the house from the kitchen, walking slowly along as the door to a room opened and Nataliya came out. She had long dark brown hair and was wearing a blue patterned dress fastened up to her neck, with black tights and trainers.

She was – surprised to see us, as I put my finger to her lips and Steve pressed a length of white tape down over her mouth. He then turned her round and drew a length of cord from his pocket, securing her wrists together behind her back as I made my way into the room she had come out of.

Bohdan had light brown hair arranged in a bun on her head and was wearing a knee length yellow dress with birds printed on it and a peter pan collar. Her legs were in white tights, her feet in red trainers.

“Don’t say a word – we’re going to play a game,” I said as I peeled a length of white tape from a roll and pressed it down over the young girl’s mouth, and then took her hands behind her back as Steve brought Nataliya in. The two girls looked at each other as Steve put his rucksack down and drew two longer lengths of rope out, handing one to me as we both doubled the length over and pas edit round the two girls, forcing their arms against their sides in two bands.

They then both sat on a long couch, watching as I took more ropes from my bag and secured their ankles together, as well as their legs below their knees – folding back the skirt to Nataliya’s dress in order to do that, and then folding the skirt back – just in time for sixteen-year-old Olena to walk into the house.

She had the same colour of hair as Bohdan, but it was long and fell over the shoulders of her dark purple dress, the red and orange flowers printed on it. She was also wearing sheer black tights and a pair of black trainers that had a floral print. She looked at her sisters, then at us, before she nodded and slowly raised her hands into the air.

“Good- time for you to join in as well,” Steve said as he walked over and tore a strip of tape from the roll, pressing it down over her mouth and then using cords to secure her wrists behind her back while I looked in my rucksack, and took out two cream-coloured shawls with a brown ethnic print. Folding them into wide bands, I tied them round the heads of the other two girls, covering the tape so that it looked as if they had been gagged over their mouths only.

They watched as Steve bound Olena in the same way, and then walked her over to sit with them, binding her ankles and her legs while I folded a third shawl and used it as a detective gag as well. The three girls looked at each other as we heard the front door open and close, and then Daryna walked in.

Her hair was the same colour as Nataliya, but pulled back in a ponytail, while her dress was light blue with a red floral print. She was also wearing black tights, and trainers of the same design as her dress – and an expression of bemusement and shock as she said, “so I presume this is a robbery?”

“It is,” Steve said as he looked at her, “so relax – your daughters are fine, and so will you be so long as you do exactly what we say. Now, put your bag down. And put your hands behind your back.”

“Unhsvsdhbre, mhmh,” Olena said, the other two nodding as they watched Steve bind their mother’s wrists together behind her back, and then the longer rope stretching her dress as the bands that held her arms to the sides stretched over her chest.

“Dobre - i vony vam ne nashkodyly? Tomu shcho yakby vony tse zrobyly, ya b naklykav na nykh proklyattya,..”

“Nhthkvshiphno, mhmh,” Bohdan said as they watched Steve take Olena out of the room. “He will bring her back in a few minutes,” I said as i checked their bonds, “sit quietly, relax, and we will be on our way soon.”

All three of them nodded as i turned the radio on, traditional music playing as they nodded in time to the tunes. About half an hour later, Steve brought their mother back in, a folded black shawl now covering her mouth and tied round her head as she sat down and watched him secure her ankles and legs as well.

“Hn, sdahtsi, thphr mfsodnhkfhf,” she said as she looked at the couch. All three girls nodded as Nataliya said “Bhmthshshmshnhfrhoi?”

“Tshufhsshshskshhnrht?” All three girls nodded as Steve said “Well, thank you for your hospitality today – enjoy the rest of the evening.”

We left them alone and walked to the car – I wanted to see Tammy again…

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