01 - Cops and Robbers
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By Andrea
Sunday, June 6th 2004 - 08:09:34 PM
Hi. Years ago, when I was considered a tough little tomboy, I got into a few predicaments with my older brother and his friends. There was a two year gap between us (he was 13 and I was 11 at the time ) and his friends didn't like having a girl tag along, but I refused to be left out.
We'd while the time away doing the things people our age would normally do, watching TV, playing down by the creek and a nearby swamp that Mom warned us against going as there were venomous snakes in the warmer months and she was constantly worried we'd get caught in a quicksand bog.
One of my brothers friends did sink up to his ribs once, but we were able to pull him free by making a human chain and then teased him about him screaming and crying like a girl when he thought he was going to drown like they sometimes did on TV.
One boring winters day, we came up with the idea of playing cops and robbers. My brother and his closest friend would be the badguys and two others and myself would be cops. They thought of just making me the secretary or receptionist, but I wouldn't hear of it. I was a cop, or nothing else.
We had some toy pistols, which looked remarkably like the real thing and some plastic handcuffs my great grandmother could break out of. Not having a uniform, I just wore blue jeans and a sky blue turtleneck and a navy baseball cap. I explained I was an undercover cop, anyway.
The game started as usual. The two groups split up and the rule was whoever got the first shot in scored a kill or if the " shooter " decided to show mercy, it could be a wounding shot and the victim would live to " recover. " As three of us were cops, we were expected to try to capture and arrest the two " badguys ", but we always just went " BANG ! YA DEAD, A--HOLE ! "
The game was into the first thirty minutes with us stalking each other with no success of being able to get a kill shot in, when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. I let out a yelp of surprise as a hand went over my mouth. I struggled as I realised my brother and his friend had the drop on me.
They easily overpowered me as I tried in vain to call for help from my two colleagues. I was pushed to the ground face down and my hands tied behind me with clotheline cord a bunched up cloth went into my mouth and secured in place by a cleaved bandana.
I continued to yell and curse as they laughed at my pitiful efforts. More cord bound my arms and upper body and I was informed I was to be their hostage. They marched me into a nearby shed and sat me down in a chair, which in no time, I was bound to.
I continued struggling and " mmmmmffffing " into the gag, but they'd done a good job of it. I'd have to wait until I was either rescued or the badguys won.
If only I could somehow warn the others somehow...
To be continued !
Andrea
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Monday, June 7th 2004 - 09:53:07 PM
I struggled uselessly to free my wrists and grunted my displeasure as my brother and his friend took up positions in hiding so they could ambush the two boys who were playing my fellow police officers.
The scenario was what I'd seen in some TV show, except it was the hero's girlfriend who was bound and gagged in a warehouse to draw him into a trap. I could warn them, except for the wad of cloth that gagged me so all I could make was muffled grunts and moans. A coherent sentence was out of the question.
I tried to push it free with my tongue, but it was held in too securely by the bandana that was tightly knotted behind my head. All I could do was hope they'd see me and realise what the situation was before they came into the line of fire.
I hated losing, even if it was a silly game of cops and robbers, so I tried to devise a way of warning them that didn't rely on me being able to say, " Stop ! It's a trap ! "
The only thing I could think of was to shake my head and grunting " NO ! " like the TV hero's girlfriend did in the warehouse scene. That made him pull up and back off before the bad guy could shoot him. I hoped my colleagues were smarter than I thought.
After a while I heard footsteps outside the shed and I got ready to grunt my warning.
A head cautiously peered around the doorway and I shook my head and grunted as loud as I could.
" BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! BANG ! "
" YA DEAD, COPPER ! ", my brother and his friend yelled in unison. My slow witted colleague winched and moaned in defeat and true to his amateur acting range, dropped his gun, clutched his chest and fell to the ground.
" Two down, one to go ! ", my brother laughed.
I slumped in the chair. Unless my other colleague was more careful, the game would go to the bad guys.
That was when I noticed a rather large and ugly spider near my feet. As much of a tomboy as I was, I'd always had a terrible phobia of spiders of any kind. It wasn't tarantula size, but it was big enough for me to let out a long muffled scream...
To be continued....
Andrea
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Wednesday, June 9th 2004 - 08:16:05 PM
I may've stomped the spider to pieces, but my ankles were secured to one of the front chair legs. All I could do is thrash helplessly against my bonds and continue to scream and grunt into the gag.
My brother and his two friends looked at me in bewilderment.
" What's wrong with you !? ", he asked.
I nodded with my head vigourously and yelled " SPIDER !!! " as coherently as the gag allowed.
It was then he noticed the spider near me. By then, I was sobbing and tears streamed my face.
He rushed to my side and squashed the spider with his foot as I continued crying.
" It's OK ! I killed it ! Stop crying, Andrea ! "
I felt weak in the stomach and was nearly wetting myself as well.
My brother undid the bandana and I spat the sodden gag out, my sobs lessening.
Then my surviving partner came in and said, " Bang ! Bang ! Got the both of yas ! ", as he " shot " my brother and his friend.
" Nice distraction, Andrea ! ", he grinned.
Finally, I found my voice. " What ----ing distraction !? I was screaming because a spider nearly ran up my leg ! ", I managed with a embarrassed smile.
" I would've died if you guys had left me here alone ! "
" No fair ! ", my brother complained. " I had to break cover to save Andrea ! You guys know how scared of spiders she is ! "
" Hmmm...I don't remember that being a part of the game rules ", my partner countered.
" Hey, he's right ! ", I added. " You guys got shot fair and square ! You shot Jerry and were about to shoot Kevin when I gagged and couldn't warn them ! "
" I shoulda let the spider get you ", my brother grumbled.
" OK, who wants a rematch ? "
" I think I need the bathroom first ", I said. " Will someone untie me before I need to change my pants !? "
Andrea
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