Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?” Now Marisa blushed, then bit her lip, then held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. “Omigod, are you serious?” she asked with a laugh. Ryan started at my feet. No reaction. They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. Nothing. WHAT!" 6 hours seemed out of the question i mean... 6 whole hours thats like 360 minutes....21600 seconds or torture...

At the same time this a funny world. Things can be dorky or strange, just have realistic reactions. Well, we’ve got all kinds of rope. I guess cotton is the softest. What do you need it for?” Marisa asked. Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.” I took a minute as Marisa began to massage my shoulders and Dena kept doing my feet. Two hot girls. I was in heaven. “Yeah. I love it,” I said, seriously.I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind? You know, we haven’t talked about that. Can I buy you off? Do chores? Uh…be your slave for the day? Anything I can do to keep you from tying me up?” I asked, weakly.

Marisa was behind the counter in “household items,” a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached.

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I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on. Well well well. Looks like our hostage was trying to escape! The punishment for escaping is, as you know, death by torture! Marisa, here, tied his feet again and prepare the victim to be punished mercilessly,” Dena said. Alright, here we go.,” Dena said.” Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we don’t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!” We went on a few dates before ultimately realizing we weren’t compatible for the long-term. I enjoyed his company and appreciated his sense of humor, but I didn’t want to rip his clothes off and kiss him in dark alleys. We decided to remain friends, so I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to join him for dinner a few months later to catch up.