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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I'm standing. I'm dressed in uniform with my hands in front of me. They are tied together. I'm not sure how I got into this situation. I am under the impression that I would let Margret do just about anything. Of course, I trusted her not to do anything mean to me. This memory is a little fuzzy, so I probably have been drinking a little. My hands are tied with ribbon...let me focus. I am at some kind of party. I am sitting with three girls, one of which is Margret. They are talking with me. They are all dressed up and I believe it is evening. This has something to do with a wedding that I was invited to attend. The conversation has turned to me being single and having no girlfriend, so the girls decide that I should be "tied" to someone. At this point the girls think it would be funny to tie me. Christina, Margret's cousin, jumps up and removes a ribbon from the railing on the stairway that is next to where we are sitting. We are sitting in a side room that is near the entrance area to the main parlor room. I hold out my hands together to Christina and tell her that if she ties my hands together that she must carry my drink for me and anything else. By becoming a prisoner I have gained a slave. Clever, huh? She agrees, but it is Margret that snatches up the end of the ribbon. With enough champagne in me I didn't really care about what anyone thought. I had three lovely girls paying attention to me, so why would anything else matter. Then the girls decided that it would be fun to lead their captured flyer around the party. This lasted until one of the older women gave the girls a nasty look of disapproval, and they were forced to set me free. I simply received a disgusted look that gave the impression of, "How could you let them do that?" |
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