02 - Sandy the "pest"
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By James
Friday, October 19th 2001 - 03:25:02 PM
Sandy the "pest"
Hello again. I posted a rather lengthy story some time ago, about an incident in which I was "kidnapped" at age 12, by a kindly young woman, who tied me up and blindfolded me, but pampered and flattered me the whole time. That was a lot of years ago (never mind how many) but I was able to remember most of the details, so intense was the experience.
At the end of that story, I mentioned a little girl we all knew, back then, named Sandy, who, I suspect, was "snatched" by this same person later. Her account of what happened (she was, of course, bound and securely blindfolded the whole time, like I was) sure sounded similar to my experiences. I was one of the few who believed her story, since I suspect I lived through a similar scenario.
This story is not about that, but about some of the experiences our mob of kids in that particular apartment complex in Phoenix, Arizona had during my middle childhood. I doubt the details will be nearly as vivid, but I will try my best.
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If you've ever been to Phoenix, you know how warm it can get, particularly in the summer months. This story takes place on (if I recall exactly) a warm, late, spring evening. I don't recall for certain, but I believe it happened before my own "kidnapping," and it involved the little girl I mentioned earlier, Sandy, and her brother. I do not remember her brother's name. The brother was a bit of a hooligan, always getting into fights or into some other trouble.
Sandy, on the other hand, was a bit spoiled, prone to telling "stories," but was otherwise, was not unpleasant to be around. She was nothing like her brother. Perhaps Sandy's only real "problem" was that she was cute and knew it. She had blond hair, that she usually kept cut short. She was of slender build, but had muscular arms and legs, probably because she was a gymnast (I think) and even if she wasn't, she was constantly on the go, and that doubtless built up her muscles. I don't think I ever saw the girl in a dress or jeans, but always dressed in shorts, even on the days when it was cooler, in the winter months. She absolutely craved attention from the boys, particularly those older than her. Her brother, in true tradition, thought she was a pest, which caused problems, because cute little Sandy had a massive crush on me and would follow me most everywhere. That is what was happening on this particular evening.
We had just returned from a baseball game. I was still dressed in my baseball uniform. Sandy apparently loved a man in uniform, because she tagged along as her brother and I went down to the pool area in the apartment complex.
"Go home, Sandy!" I recall her brother telling her, shoving her to the ground none too gently.
We went on. Sandy sat there, for a few moments, her lip stuck out in a profound pout, which she was very good at.
"No!" she finally shouted and sprang to her feet, starting after us with a defiant sneer on her face. She stood, hands on hips, those bare, shapely legs of hers spread shoulder width apart, and glared at her brother, who glared back.
"You can't come with us!"
"Why not?"
"Cause I said!"
"You ain't my boss!"
It was a typical sibling confrontation. Her brother was not in the mood for arguing. I don't know where he got it from ( I guess he was carrying it in a pocket..I had not seen it before) but her brother whipped out a length of cord, strode over to his sister, spun her about and proceeded to begin tying her hands behind her back. Sandy didn't resist, something I didn't quite understand at the time. As strong and agile as she was, she could have.
"What are you doin'?" she demanded, still standing stock still, while her brother finished securing her hands behind her back.
Either she didn't think he could tie her up that well or just didn't care if her hands were tied. The brother didn't answer, but roughly led her over to a nearby tree and tied the loose end of the rope to the tree. Sandy still didn't struggle. In fact, I think I remember seeing a faint smile when she glanced over at me.
"Cmon," the brother said to me. "Let's go!" I looked at him and then at Sandy, standing there next to the tree with her hands tied behind her back. What next? We couldn't just leave a little girl tied to a tree like that. Or could we?
TO BE CONTINUED
James
USA
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Saturday, October 20th 2001 - 11:32:03 AM
The snatching of Sandy continued
"Cmon, let's go!" Sandy's older brother insisted, sounding more unpleasant by the moment. Would he really leave his little sister lashed to a tree with her hands tied behind her back? Could he?
"Let's go!" he repeated the command and this time shoved me a bit. He was one of the most aggressive boys I had ever known. If such an incident occurred today, I would have concluded that her brother was experiencing a "melt down."
"We can't just leave her here!" I insisted.
"Why not?"
Sandy just stood there, hands bound behind her, watching our conflict with growing delight. She still hadn't made any attempt to free herself.
"We just can't!"
"I don't want her coming with us!" Sandy's brother proclaimed, seeming more agitated than ever before. Looking back, I wonder if he didn't have REAL emotional troubles, as he was very prone to losing it when things don't go as he wanted them to.
"Then let her go!"
"She'll just follow us!"
I chanced a glance at Sandy and saw a sly grin taking shape on her dimpled face and I knew her brother was right.
"Wait a minute," I announced. My own apartment wasn't far off. "I'll be right back." I made the short dash to my apartment and back in short order, wondering all the time what I might find when I returned. Sandy's brother was prone to awful fits of temper. With her hands securely tied behind her back, Sandy could hardly defend herself. I found both of them alive and well but glaring at one another upon my return. I had brought with me a large blue handkerchief, which I swiftly fashioned into a blindfold. Sandy giggled with delight as I bound it over her eyes and then undid the end of the rope her brother had secured to the tree, using the additional rope to further secure her hands. Sandy just giggled softly and made no attempt to resist.
"There," I said. "She won't know where she is."
Her older brother just glared and seemed unconvinced.
"We can't just leave her here like this!" I said.
The brother just turned, in a huff, and started to walk off. I began leading Sandy in the same direction. When she stumbled a bit in her blindness, I hoisted her onto one shoulder. She shrieked in delight. I smacked her lightly on the rump. "Quiet, you!" I said. That produced a gales of giggles.
And with cute little sandy, bound, blindfolded and slung over one shoulder, I headed off in the direction her brother had gone.
To be continued
James
USA
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James's stories
- 01 - Kidnapped? (F/m)
- 02 - Sandy the "pest" (mm/f)
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