In other words, isn't your judgement critaerium a bit unbalanced towards tie-up games?I was carried towards a large white cube van parked in the garage.I could see my aunt standing at the open rear metal door of the pottery studio smiling.I was carried inside and plunked down on a stool and watched as Stan as Batman was carried in by Fran and Cathy and plunked down on another stool beside me. "Ahhhh the dynamic duo tied up in my clutches." The man stayed at the door and looked out and seemed to be looking around before closing it and he remained standing by the rear door.It was still in its packing, which was quickly discarded.The tape had this one layer that was a right bugger to remove.I immediatly spied and picked up the tape, running back into the house.Once inside, I flipped off my trainers and gazed at the tape.
She too lit up a cigarette and let out a laugh and she looked back and saw us squirming on the floor of the van.His eyes went wide behind his masked cowl as he saw me being laid down on my side beside him.The man that carried me to the van started to tape my ankles together with the same white tape used to gag stan and Fran had climbed in too and she had started to tie my hands behind my back with rope. She laughed and told me we were to be taken back to her other hideout and with that she closed the rear doors of the van as I was finished being tied and the man tore off a strip of tape and quickly taped my mouth shut before I could say anything else.It was only the night previously that I had decided to see how it would hold if I wrapped it around my head.I managed only one layer before the tape ran out, and it felt better and held tighter.