Gillian B : 15 - Kidnapping Cathy (f/m, m/ff, ff/m, f/f)
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15 - Kidnapping Cathy
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By Gillian B
Mon Oct 05 20:44:11 GMT Daylight Time 1998
My brother Bob and I were rarely babysat as kids other than by our Aunt Gillian. This rather limited the traditional pursuit of tying up the babysitter. (It was only later that we had the escapade with Aunt Gillian which I recounted in "The Great Biscuit Robbery", now in the June (part 2) archive.) There were a few occasions, however, when Cathy, a neighbour's daughter, looked after us, usually when our Mum was away overnight. (Our Dad was an army officer and often away for weeks or months at a stretch.)
I would have been about 13 at the time of this story and Bob would have been 12. Cathy was a few years older than me, probably 16 or 17. I knew Cathy fairly well as she went to the same school as me and we generally travelled on the bus together.
Now, as far as I can remember, the issue at stake on this occasion was a television programme that Bob and I wanted to watch. Our Mum had vetoed it, probably because it was on too late or because she thought it was unsuitable for kids our age or quite possibly for both of those reasons. We knew from past experience that Cathy generally stuck to the briefing our Mum gave her, so persuasion would probably not work. The plan we hatched was to capture Cathy and exchange her freedom for our being allowed to watch the programme we wanted. (Of course, if all else failed, we could simply keep her captive and watch it anyway.) If we sound ruthless and uncaring, it's probably because we were - all young kids have a streak like that in them, and I don't think we had grown out of ours.
In addition to kidnapping, false imprisonment and blackmail, we also intended to commit deception. We planned to entice Cathy into joining in a tie-up game. The game was "Spies", an indoor version of the "Commandos" game I described in "A Game of Soldiers". This game was unplayable with less than three players. We planned that Cathy would find us already playing a tie-up game and would then be persuaded by us to join in the "Spies" game because it would be more fun. Cathy seemed to like playing with us (including tie-up games) even though we were quite a bit younger than her, so we thought this might just work.
Accordingly, when Cathy arrived and had been briefed by our Mum, she came into our sitting room to find me tied to a chair and Bob watching while I tried to escape. We asked Cathy if she would join in please and explained the rules of "Spies" to her. I'd better explain the rules to you as well. Each player had to stalk the others. If you succeeded in creeping up on another player, you tapped them on the shoulder and that was them "caught". Anyone who was caught had to submit to being tied up and very often gagged and blindfolded by their captor. If, on the other hand, you found someone already tied up (not by you), you had to release them. If you untied someone, the rules didn't allow you to immediately recapture them or for them to immediately capture you. If you managed to escape, that was allowed too. The winner was the one who succeeded in tying up all the other players. You couldn't play the game with two, because the game would end as soon as one captured the other. It was however quite playable with three.
Cathy agreed to join us and Bob untied me from my chair so we could start playing. The hidden agenda agreed between Bob and me was that we would play normally until one or other of us had captured Cathy, then we would confront her with the hostage situation she was in.
With our Mum out, we had the whole house to creep around in. It was already after dark, so we left most of the lights off to make it creepier and more exciting. Each of us carried a stock of tying up equipment with us, consisting of winter scarves and woollen socks, which were what we preferred to use. (If you captured someone, you tied them up with what they were carrying, not what you carried yourself, so there would never be a situation of not having equipment to hand.)
The first round went to me. I captured Bob upstairs in our parents' bedroom. I sat him on a straight backed chair, tied his wrists behind the chair back with a short scarf, tied him back into the chair with a long scarf round him and the chair back and tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair with a pair of long socks. I finished off by cleave gagging him with another long sock.
I set off to stalk Cathy next, expecting my experience to be an advantage. I spotted her going into the room where I had left Bob before I could get to her so I ducked into another room and kept a surreptitious watch round the door frame. Cathy came out first, presumably having freed Bob, looked around then went into the room immediately adjacent to the one she had just come out of. The shadow in that doorway looked subtly different - she must have been doing what I was doing. I realised that she was doing her best at the game and might be quite good at it.
Bob came out of the room I had tied him up in and turned away from me as he went along the upstairs corridor. As he passed the next door, Cathy's arm reached out and I saw her hand tap Bob delicately on the shoulder - he was caught again within a couple of minutes of being freed. Cathy took him by the hand and drew him into the room she had been hiding in (my bedroom as it happened).
Having Bob tied up again was possibly counterproductive, so I decided to free him as soon as possible so we could both concentrate on Cathy. Cathy came out of my bedroom and turned towards me. I couldn't take a chance, so I hid in my best hiding place. There was room for me to stand on the inside window sill in most of the bedrooms, behind the curtains, without making a suspicious bulge. I quickly hid myself there. Sure enough, Cathy came into the room I was hiding in (the spare bedroom). I heard her look in the wardrobe and I heard a scrabbling noise which I took to be her looking under the bed. I don't think she even gave the curtains a second glance. I heard her leave the room and I dared to breath again. I listened carefully and I heard her going into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. Now was my chance to free Bob.
When I reached my bedroom, I found Bob lying on his side on the floor. His wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together, both with scarves, but there were no other bonds. He had also been cleave gagged with a sock. I knelt down beside him and was just about to untie him, when he got his hands free and immediately tapped me on the shoulder. This was a legitimate "capture" under our rules. It was cheating to pretend to be tied in order to catch a would-be rescuer, but if the victim genuinely got free at the last moment then it was in order. I shrugged my shoulders and awaited developments while Bob untied his ankles and removed his gag.
Bob turned his attention to me. He took the clean hanky I was carrying, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. Next he tied a short winter scarf tightly over my mouth and nose, holding the hanky in and resisting any attempts to work the scarf down. (I never liked cleave gags, but was quite comfortable gagged like that.) Lastly he had me cross my wrists in front and tied them together with another scarf. He gestured me to stand up and follow him. We crept out into the corridor. Cathy was still in the bathroom. Bob led me downstairs. Moving prisoners around was allowed under the rules, but we rarely did that as it was fraught with hazard for the captor.
Bob sat me down in our Mum's rocking chair. He untied my wrists then used two short scarves to bind my wrists down tightly onto the chair arms. He used a pair of long socks to tie my ankles to the front legs of the chair, so my feet were resting on the front part of the rockers. He tied the long scarf I was carrying round my waist and the chair back. That almost exhausted the tying up gear I was carrying, but Bob had some more tucked away behind a sitting room chair. He tied my knees down to the front corners of the chair seat with a pair of woollen stockings. He used two more socks to tie my arms back to the verticals at the sides of the chair back, just above my elbows. Just to make quite sure, he finished off with another long scarf, hitched onto the top of chair back behind my neck, down over my shoulders, crossed in front of my chest, under my arms, through the chair back and knotted somewhere behind me. I was puzzled, we usually only went in for such comprehensive tie-ups in escape challenges, not in competitive games. It would certainly take me a long time to get free, if I could at all.
Bob went back upstairs and I sat contemplating my predicament. I half heartedly tried to find some slack in my wrist bindings - that would be my only chance of escape. Bob had done a good job.
I was still vainly working my wrists when Bob came back downstairs with Cathy. I could hear that they were walking very slowly and as they came into my line of vision, I could see why. In addition to being bound and gagged, Cathy was also blindfolded. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a woollen stocking. Long scarves were tied round her arms and body at waist level and just below her bust line, pinning her arms behind her. She appeared to be gagged the same way as I was, with a hanky in her mouth and a scarf over her mouth and nose. She was blindfolded with a long sock.
Bob steered Cathy to an armchair and helped her sit down. He then bound her ankles and knees with scarves. Once she was secure, he removed her blindfold. Cathy looked surprised to see me tied up too. I was beginning to realise that Bob's plans had changed. It was still about 15 minutes until the start of our disputed television programme, but Bob turned the television on anyway, then blew a kiss to Cathy and to me and left the room. We could hear him pottering around in the kitchen, presumably fixing himself a snack. Words like "double-cross" surfaced in my mind.
Cathy and I just looked at each other. I attempted a shrug - it was about the only gesture I could make. Cathy started wriggling about in the chair (which she was sitting in but not tied to) and ended up kneeling in front of it with her chest and head on the chair seat. From there she managed to get herself upright, despite her bound legs and not being able to use her hands to push herself up. Cathy then started hopping across the room towards me, swaying alarmingly at each hop. She eventually reached the rocking chair and turned round so her back was towards me. Cathy bent her knees and reached her hands out as far behind her as she could, apparently trying to reach the scarf tying one of my wrists down. At that point, she overbalanced and sat down heavily on my lap. The rocking chair lurched back and then forwards wildly. Cathy put her feet down and steadied the chair.
We sat and recovered our breath for a moment, then Cathy started groping for my wrist binding again. I decided that, as I could see what I was doing, I might have a better chance of freeing her, so when her hands next came in reach, I grabbed them. Cathy got the message and held her hands still. I worked away patiently at the knot on Cathy's wrist binding. (My wrists were tied to the arms of my chair, so I was working one-handed.) After a great deal of effort, the knot came loose and I was able to get Cathy's wrists free.
Cathy slithered down onto the floor and wriggled to get herself free of the two long scarves tied round her arms and body. While this was going on, I was worried that Bob would be back any minute and until Cathy was completely free, he would probably be able to overpower her and re-tie her. Once her arms were free, she untied her legs, stretched herself then got up and untied my wrists and elbows. Only then did she remove her gag. While I removed my own gag, Cathy untied me from the chair as most of the knots were in places I couldn't reach.
When I was almost free, Bob came back into the sitting room, took one look at what was happening and fled. Once I was completely free, Cathy and I pursued Bob upstairs. He had locked himself in the bathroom. Cathy called to him through the door and explained that Bob could give himself up now or we would come in and get him (we could too - there was a safety release on the door lock). There was a long pause then we heard the door being unlocked and Bob emerged with his hands up and a sheepish grin on his face.
We directed Bob back downstairs to the sitting room and had him sit on the rocking chair while Cathy and I had a whispered conference.
Cathy and I decided to tie Bob to the rocking chair the way he had tied me, which was secure but not too uncomfortable. The scarves and socks that Cathy had freed me from were still scattered around, so we set to work. Cathy tied Bob's ankles to the chair legs with socks and his knees down to the chair seat with stockings while I tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair with scarves and his elbows to the back uprights with socks. We tied him back into the chair with long scarves as he had done to me - one round his waist the other crossing over his chest. Lastly we stuffed a hanky in his mouth and cleave gagged him with a sock.
The disputed television programme had already started by this stage. Cathy and I had another quick conference. I went to fetch more equipment while Cathy admired Bob's predicament. I will credit my brother for never being a bad loser - he was chagrined at being captured but not really upset about it. However, he was less happy about the finishing touches we applied to his tie up - I put my earmuffs on him and Cathy blindfolded him with a scarf, which also held the earmuffs on more snugly. Bob couldn't see the television programme we had so wanted to watch and couldn't hear much of it either.
Cathy was far more shrewd about what was going on than I had anticipated. As soon as we had finished with Bob, she turned to me and questioned me closely about my involvement in his plan. I confessed all. Cathy proposed a deal - as I had changed sides and supported her (although only after Bob had double crossed me) she would give me a choice, I could go to bed immediately or I could watch the programme I wanted to see. The catch was, that if I wanted to watch my programme, she was going to tie me up.
I could see the justice of her proposal, besides I wanted to watch the programme we had put so much effort into seeing, so I agreed to her tying me up. The programme had already been running for about 10 minutes and I had seen only snatches of it so far as we had been tying Bob up. Cathy placed an upright chair in front of the television and I sat watching the programme while she tied me up - a bizarre experience.
Cathy's tying was tentative and lacked the sure touch of experience, but was nevertheless quite competent. She tied my wrists behind the chair with a short scarf, tied my ankles to the chair legs with long socks and then tied a long scarf round the chair back and my arms and chest. Lastly, she cleave gagged me with a long sock (but no packing). I could probably have escaped without too much difficulty, but I thought the right thing to do in the circumstances was to sit still and keep quiet.
Bob started showing signs of distress after a while, so Cathy removed his blindfold and earmuffs and spun the rocking chair round so he had his back to the television.
After the programme ended, Cathy untied me and then we both untied Bob. Various apologies and reconciliations took place and we all retired to our respective beds.
The funny thing is, although I can remember all the shenanigans that went on, I can't remember the programme we were so desperate to watch. I can't even remember if it was worth staying up for, let alone worth tying up Cathy for.
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Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
15 - Kidnapping Cathy
Story index at the bottom
By Gillian B
Mon Oct 05 20:44:11 GMT Daylight Time 1998
My brother Bob and I were rarely babysat as kids other than by our Aunt Gillian. This rather limited the traditional pursuit of tying up the babysitter. (It was only later that we had the escapade with Aunt Gillian which I recounted in "The Great Biscuit Robbery", now in the June (part 2) archive.) There were a few occasions, however, when Cathy, a neighbour's daughter, looked after us, usually when our Mum was away overnight. (Our Dad was an army officer and often away for weeks or months at a stretch.)
I would have been about 13 at the time of this story and Bob would have been 12. Cathy was a few years older than me, probably 16 or 17. I knew Cathy fairly well as she went to the same school as me and we generally travelled on the bus together.
Now, as far as I can remember, the issue at stake on this occasion was a television programme that Bob and I wanted to watch. Our Mum had vetoed it, probably because it was on too late or because she thought it was unsuitable for kids our age or quite possibly for both of those reasons. We knew from past experience that Cathy generally stuck to the briefing our Mum gave her, so persuasion would probably not work. The plan we hatched was to capture Cathy and exchange her freedom for our being allowed to watch the programme we wanted. (Of course, if all else failed, we could simply keep her captive and watch it anyway.) If we sound ruthless and uncaring, it's probably because we were - all young kids have a streak like that in them, and I don't think we had grown out of ours.
In addition to kidnapping, false imprisonment and blackmail, we also intended to commit deception. We planned to entice Cathy into joining in a tie-up game. The game was "Spies", an indoor version of the "Commandos" game I described in "A Game of Soldiers". This game was unplayable with less than three players. We planned that Cathy would find us already playing a tie-up game and would then be persuaded by us to join in the "Spies" game because it would be more fun. Cathy seemed to like playing with us (including tie-up games) even though we were quite a bit younger than her, so we thought this might just work.
Accordingly, when Cathy arrived and had been briefed by our Mum, she came into our sitting room to find me tied to a chair and Bob watching while I tried to escape. We asked Cathy if she would join in please and explained the rules of "Spies" to her. I'd better explain the rules to you as well. Each player had to stalk the others. If you succeeded in creeping up on another player, you tapped them on the shoulder and that was them "caught". Anyone who was caught had to submit to being tied up and very often gagged and blindfolded by their captor. If, on the other hand, you found someone already tied up (not by you), you had to release them. If you untied someone, the rules didn't allow you to immediately recapture them or for them to immediately capture you. If you managed to escape, that was allowed too. The winner was the one who succeeded in tying up all the other players. You couldn't play the game with two, because the game would end as soon as one captured the other. It was however quite playable with three.
Cathy agreed to join us and Bob untied me from my chair so we could start playing. The hidden agenda agreed between Bob and me was that we would play normally until one or other of us had captured Cathy, then we would confront her with the hostage situation she was in.
With our Mum out, we had the whole house to creep around in. It was already after dark, so we left most of the lights off to make it creepier and more exciting. Each of us carried a stock of tying up equipment with us, consisting of winter scarves and woollen socks, which were what we preferred to use. (If you captured someone, you tied them up with what they were carrying, not what you carried yourself, so there would never be a situation of not having equipment to hand.)
The first round went to me. I captured Bob upstairs in our parents' bedroom. I sat him on a straight backed chair, tied his wrists behind the chair back with a short scarf, tied him back into the chair with a long scarf round him and the chair back and tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair with a pair of long socks. I finished off by cleave gagging him with another long sock.
I set off to stalk Cathy next, expecting my experience to be an advantage. I spotted her going into the room where I had left Bob before I could get to her so I ducked into another room and kept a surreptitious watch round the door frame. Cathy came out first, presumably having freed Bob, looked around then went into the room immediately adjacent to the one she had just come out of. The shadow in that doorway looked subtly different - she must have been doing what I was doing. I realised that she was doing her best at the game and might be quite good at it.
Bob came out of the room I had tied him up in and turned away from me as he went along the upstairs corridor. As he passed the next door, Cathy's arm reached out and I saw her hand tap Bob delicately on the shoulder - he was caught again within a couple of minutes of being freed. Cathy took him by the hand and drew him into the room she had been hiding in (my bedroom as it happened).
Having Bob tied up again was possibly counterproductive, so I decided to free him as soon as possible so we could both concentrate on Cathy. Cathy came out of my bedroom and turned towards me. I couldn't take a chance, so I hid in my best hiding place. There was room for me to stand on the inside window sill in most of the bedrooms, behind the curtains, without making a suspicious bulge. I quickly hid myself there. Sure enough, Cathy came into the room I was hiding in (the spare bedroom). I heard her look in the wardrobe and I heard a scrabbling noise which I took to be her looking under the bed. I don't think she even gave the curtains a second glance. I heard her leave the room and I dared to breath again. I listened carefully and I heard her going into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. Now was my chance to free Bob.
When I reached my bedroom, I found Bob lying on his side on the floor. His wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together, both with scarves, but there were no other bonds. He had also been cleave gagged with a sock. I knelt down beside him and was just about to untie him, when he got his hands free and immediately tapped me on the shoulder. This was a legitimate "capture" under our rules. It was cheating to pretend to be tied in order to catch a would-be rescuer, but if the victim genuinely got free at the last moment then it was in order. I shrugged my shoulders and awaited developments while Bob untied his ankles and removed his gag.
Bob turned his attention to me. He took the clean hanky I was carrying, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. Next he tied a short winter scarf tightly over my mouth and nose, holding the hanky in and resisting any attempts to work the scarf down. (I never liked cleave gags, but was quite comfortable gagged like that.) Lastly he had me cross my wrists in front and tied them together with another scarf. He gestured me to stand up and follow him. We crept out into the corridor. Cathy was still in the bathroom. Bob led me downstairs. Moving prisoners around was allowed under the rules, but we rarely did that as it was fraught with hazard for the captor.
Bob sat me down in our Mum's rocking chair. He untied my wrists then used two short scarves to bind my wrists down tightly onto the chair arms. He used a pair of long socks to tie my ankles to the front legs of the chair, so my feet were resting on the front part of the rockers. He tied the long scarf I was carrying round my waist and the chair back. That almost exhausted the tying up gear I was carrying, but Bob had some more tucked away behind a sitting room chair. He tied my knees down to the front corners of the chair seat with a pair of woollen stockings. He used two more socks to tie my arms back to the verticals at the sides of the chair back, just above my elbows. Just to make quite sure, he finished off with another long scarf, hitched onto the top of chair back behind my neck, down over my shoulders, crossed in front of my chest, under my arms, through the chair back and knotted somewhere behind me. I was puzzled, we usually only went in for such comprehensive tie-ups in escape challenges, not in competitive games. It would certainly take me a long time to get free, if I could at all.
Bob went back upstairs and I sat contemplating my predicament. I half heartedly tried to find some slack in my wrist bindings - that would be my only chance of escape. Bob had done a good job.
I was still vainly working my wrists when Bob came back downstairs with Cathy. I could hear that they were walking very slowly and as they came into my line of vision, I could see why. In addition to being bound and gagged, Cathy was also blindfolded. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a woollen stocking. Long scarves were tied round her arms and body at waist level and just below her bust line, pinning her arms behind her. She appeared to be gagged the same way as I was, with a hanky in her mouth and a scarf over her mouth and nose. She was blindfolded with a long sock.
Bob steered Cathy to an armchair and helped her sit down. He then bound her ankles and knees with scarves. Once she was secure, he removed her blindfold. Cathy looked surprised to see me tied up too. I was beginning to realise that Bob's plans had changed. It was still about 15 minutes until the start of our disputed television programme, but Bob turned the television on anyway, then blew a kiss to Cathy and to me and left the room. We could hear him pottering around in the kitchen, presumably fixing himself a snack. Words like "double-cross" surfaced in my mind.
Cathy and I just looked at each other. I attempted a shrug - it was about the only gesture I could make. Cathy started wriggling about in the chair (which she was sitting in but not tied to) and ended up kneeling in front of it with her chest and head on the chair seat. From there she managed to get herself upright, despite her bound legs and not being able to use her hands to push herself up. Cathy then started hopping across the room towards me, swaying alarmingly at each hop. She eventually reached the rocking chair and turned round so her back was towards me. Cathy bent her knees and reached her hands out as far behind her as she could, apparently trying to reach the scarf tying one of my wrists down. At that point, she overbalanced and sat down heavily on my lap. The rocking chair lurched back and then forwards wildly. Cathy put her feet down and steadied the chair.
We sat and recovered our breath for a moment, then Cathy started groping for my wrist binding again. I decided that, as I could see what I was doing, I might have a better chance of freeing her, so when her hands next came in reach, I grabbed them. Cathy got the message and held her hands still. I worked away patiently at the knot on Cathy's wrist binding. (My wrists were tied to the arms of my chair, so I was working one-handed.) After a great deal of effort, the knot came loose and I was able to get Cathy's wrists free.
Cathy slithered down onto the floor and wriggled to get herself free of the two long scarves tied round her arms and body. While this was going on, I was worried that Bob would be back any minute and until Cathy was completely free, he would probably be able to overpower her and re-tie her. Once her arms were free, she untied her legs, stretched herself then got up and untied my wrists and elbows. Only then did she remove her gag. While I removed my own gag, Cathy untied me from the chair as most of the knots were in places I couldn't reach.
When I was almost free, Bob came back into the sitting room, took one look at what was happening and fled. Once I was completely free, Cathy and I pursued Bob upstairs. He had locked himself in the bathroom. Cathy called to him through the door and explained that Bob could give himself up now or we would come in and get him (we could too - there was a safety release on the door lock). There was a long pause then we heard the door being unlocked and Bob emerged with his hands up and a sheepish grin on his face.
We directed Bob back downstairs to the sitting room and had him sit on the rocking chair while Cathy and I had a whispered conference.
Cathy and I decided to tie Bob to the rocking chair the way he had tied me, which was secure but not too uncomfortable. The scarves and socks that Cathy had freed me from were still scattered around, so we set to work. Cathy tied Bob's ankles to the chair legs with socks and his knees down to the chair seat with stockings while I tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair with scarves and his elbows to the back uprights with socks. We tied him back into the chair with long scarves as he had done to me - one round his waist the other crossing over his chest. Lastly we stuffed a hanky in his mouth and cleave gagged him with a sock.
The disputed television programme had already started by this stage. Cathy and I had another quick conference. I went to fetch more equipment while Cathy admired Bob's predicament. I will credit my brother for never being a bad loser - he was chagrined at being captured but not really upset about it. However, he was less happy about the finishing touches we applied to his tie up - I put my earmuffs on him and Cathy blindfolded him with a scarf, which also held the earmuffs on more snugly. Bob couldn't see the television programme we had so wanted to watch and couldn't hear much of it either.
Cathy was far more shrewd about what was going on than I had anticipated. As soon as we had finished with Bob, she turned to me and questioned me closely about my involvement in his plan. I confessed all. Cathy proposed a deal - as I had changed sides and supported her (although only after Bob had double crossed me) she would give me a choice, I could go to bed immediately or I could watch the programme I wanted to see. The catch was, that if I wanted to watch my programme, she was going to tie me up.
I could see the justice of her proposal, besides I wanted to watch the programme we had put so much effort into seeing, so I agreed to her tying me up. The programme had already been running for about 10 minutes and I had seen only snatches of it so far as we had been tying Bob up. Cathy placed an upright chair in front of the television and I sat watching the programme while she tied me up - a bizarre experience.
Cathy's tying was tentative and lacked the sure touch of experience, but was nevertheless quite competent. She tied my wrists behind the chair with a short scarf, tied my ankles to the chair legs with long socks and then tied a long scarf round the chair back and my arms and chest. Lastly, she cleave gagged me with a long sock (but no packing). I could probably have escaped without too much difficulty, but I thought the right thing to do in the circumstances was to sit still and keep quiet.
Bob started showing signs of distress after a while, so Cathy removed his blindfold and earmuffs and spun the rocking chair round so he had his back to the television.
After the programme ended, Cathy untied me and then we both untied Bob. Various apologies and reconciliations took place and we all retired to our respective beds.
The funny thing is, although I can remember all the shenanigans that went on, I can't remember the programme we were so desperate to watch. I can't even remember if it was worth staying up for, let alone worth tying up Cathy for.
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Gillian B's stories
- 01 - Jill's Revenge (fF/mm)
- 02 - Murder at the Vicarage (ff/f, f/F, f/ff)
- 03 - Gillian's Birthday Present (*/mf)
- 04 - Peter and Paul (mm/F, F/mm)
- 05 - Tying Myself up in Knots (f/self)
- 06 - The Magic Show (f/f)
- 07 - Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (f/self)
- 08 - Trouble with Tim (f/m, f/self, m/f)
- 09 - The Great Biscuit Robbery (mf/F, F/mf)
- 10 - The Lamp Post (m+f+/f+)
- 11 - Teacher Torture (or: Ol’ Soggy) (ff/FF)
- 12 - Anna's Story (ff/f, F/ff)
- 13 - A Game of Soldiers (mm/f, Ff/mm)
- 14 - A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (f)
- 15 - Kidnapping Cathy (f/m, m/ff, ff/m, f/f)
- 16 - A Surprise Party (fff/f)
- 17 - Challenging Mum (F/mf, mf/F)
- 18 - Getting Tied Up in my Studies (f/f, ff/F)
- 19 - Money for Old Rope (M/F)
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