## Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:56 am

Summer 1966
House Stalking
Introduction
If you don’t like to read the introduction, you can skip ahead to the main story.
I’m Tom Ford (not my real name). I have previously posted my stories over eight years ago, and you can find them in the May to December 2002 archives. I have over forty stories posted, so you might want to check them out.
I have recently reread them, and I have gotten the urge to continue my tales. However, for those who don’t know me and haven’t read the stories, let me give a brief introduction.
I grew up in a large family. I have four brothers and one sister, and countless cousins. I am the second born. I will tell my stories chronologically, and I will try to tell all my stories. I have kept a diary since I was 8, so most of the information I would give would come from that diary. Since I recorded all my tie-up experiences, I might be able to all that happened. I would warn the reader that not all my experiences are exciting or interesting. Some are boring, some are just trivial, some are just not fun to read. But I have many memorable experiences, many of which are exciting and enjoyable.
Some of the dialogue might not have been the exact words that we have uttered, but I try to recreate them as accurately as possible. And I sometimes ‘fill in the gaps’ with things that was the most logical in case of gaps in memory or record. After all, these are events that happened more than forty years ago, and many times, I have difficulty trying to decipher what I wrote when I was a little boy. Sometimes, what I remember contradict what I wrote in the diary! In this case, my diary will prevail. And sometimes, two things that I wrote contradict each other. I will try to remember what is accurate in such cases, but I apologize if I slipped and inadvertently wrote contradictory things on my stories.
Here are the cast of characters that were involved in our games. Most of the first names have been changed, and all surnames were changed.
Tom (9)
Andrew (10), my elder brother. He is de facto the leader of our little group.
Frank (9), my close and dear best friend.
Donald (9), my cousin
Angela (9), the first girl to be involved in our tie-up games and my sister Betty’s best friend
Chester and Jay (10) – twins who were our close friends
David (10) – Andrew’s best friend
Robert (10) and Jerry (9) – friends who lived near my great grandparent’s home. We played with them during our summer vacations.
Here are some characters who aren’t directly involved in our games, but were indirectly involved
Betty (8), my younger sister
Barney (7), my younger brother
Maggie (8), my cousin and Donald’s younger sister
Henry (8), Angela’s younger brother and my close friend
Nancy (8) and Cathy (7), David’s little sisters and friends of Angela and Betty
Sometimes, our parents got involved in our games as well.
Here is a summary the stories posted in 2002.
The tie-up games began when I was nine years old in the spring of 1966. It began with just me, Andrew, and David, then with Donald and Frank joining us. Then the twins Chester and Jay became part of our little tie up gang. The groupings and teams became more or less permanent, with Andrew, David and the twins on one side, and Frank, Donald and me on the other. We began to count our wins and losses, make rules, and during this time, more often than not, we lost.
The basic rules of our tie-up games was that one team would try to catch and tie up the other team members. If one team succeeded, they should leave the other team alone for half an hour to give them a chance to escape. If they failed to escape during the allotted time period, the captors won. If the captives escape, they can try to capture their captors, and if they succeeded, they must also give their captives time to escape.
This was what we call our “regular games.” Then there were other tie up games that didn’t conform to these rules. In our regular games, a game can be started at any time by anyone of our select group, and you’re not allowed to switch sides. In our other games, we played games such as “cops and robbers”, “cowboys and Indians” and “capture the flag”, games that we played before we started our tie up games, and after we started our regular games, we incorporated tie-up elements in it. The groups in these games were jumbled and did not conform to our permanent teams, and the rules of each game were different.
Other pertinent rules were the nine-year-old rule that was enforced by my parents and aunt and uncle. The rule simply meant that you must be at least nine years old before you could be tied up. That meant that the younger kids could interfere at will with our games and they wouldn’t have to worry about retaliation. In fact, Henry, Betty, Maggie, and Barney regularly interfered our games. They would untie captives, help capture others, spy on us and report to the other side our plans, etc. We didn’t mind as long we can get advantages by their interference.
Angela was the first girl in our group. We initially resisted her inclusion to our little group but she was persistent. She was at first grudgingly admitted into our group, but she quickly won over all or most of us in a short period.
We also continued our games when we went on our vacation to my great-grandfather’s farm. We were able to convince the parents of our friends to let them go with us, so in our small tie-up group, only Chester and Jay were not able to go due to having different vacation plans. Luckily, Robert and Jerry, friends who lived near my great grandfather’s home, provided good substitutes for the twins.
Regarding clothes, this was 1966, we lived in a small community that was always a few years behind in fashion (even now), so all the females, unless otherwise stated, wore dresses or skirts and rarely wore trousers, even at home.
Now, enough of introductions. Let’s start with the new stories. They are basically a continuation of the stories that I have written, and I’m going to start where I have left off.
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### Summer 1966 - House Stalking- Part I (mm/f)

Post by Tom Ford » Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:59 am

Summer 1966
House Stalking
Part I
Angela in Peril
(mm/f)
During the last game, during Sunday, David (10), Robert (10) and Jerry (9) were able to capture all of us. We were able to untie ourselves, however, our desire to have our revenge on Angela (9) for what she did to us (See The Long Afternoon on the December 2002 archives) resulted in another defeat for us.
There were no tie-up games for the rest week. There were so many games in the past few weeks that we called a halt to it. I wanted my revenge to even the score, but I decided to wait until we got back home.
It was the Wednesday following the last game. We were at home. The adults decided to visit the neighbors once again, and we older kids decided not to join them (as usual.) They took the younger kids with them, and Robert and Jerry were doing farm chores that day, so it was only Andrew (10), David, Angela, Betty (8), Maggie (8), Frank (9), Donald (9) and me (9) left at home.
I was reading a book, and so was Andrew. We were both bookish kids, and we liked to read when we’re not playing. That is why we always get A’s as our grades in school, and we always made it to the honor roll. However, our passion for the books was not shared by the other kids, and they were bored. There was nothing to do. At least Andrew and I have our books, but they have literally nothing to do. We were upstairs reading in our rooms, while the others simply talked and talked and talked.
It was about three in the afternoon when Donald and David went to the room where we were.
“I’m bored, and so is everyone else,” David complained.
“Well at least we’re not visiting the neighbors. That is more boring,” Andrew replied.
“Yeah, but what can we do? We have explored every nook and cranny of this farm, and we want to do something fun!”
I peered from my book at them. “You want to play a tie-up game?” I asked.
“Why not? Anything is better than this boredom,” Donald expressed.
“How about the others?” asked Andrew. “Maggie and Betty can’t play. They’re too young.”
“Oh yeah! Well, we can play Cops and Robbers, and well, they’ll just have to watch and observe us,” said David.
So it was agreed. Frank was enthusiastic, while Angela agreed as long as she wasn’t another bank teller and hostage like she was at our last game. Maggie and Betty were observers and promised not to interfere in our games, but we all knew that they would. We just hoped that it would be on our side. Anyway, we decided our teams using the toss coin.
Andrew – heads – cops
Tom – tails – robbers
Angela – heads – cops
David – heads- cops
And since each side has three members, Frank and Donald automatically became my team mates.
The rules were as follows. The cops’ base was the attic, while that of the robbers was the basement. The floors in between were neutral zones, where both robbers and cops could be caught. You cannot capture someone in their own base, although if, for example, a cop sneaked in at the robber’s base, he can be captured. But you cannot go in and capture a cop in the cops’ base. The robbers win if they capture all the cops, and the cops win if they recover the hidden bag of (play) money and captured at least two cops. We will be given at least thirty minutes to prepare. You get captured if you get hit by the water gun of the opposing team.
Donald, Frank and I prepared our materials—water guns, rope, cloth, duct tape, and all types of tying materials. We went to the basement and formulated our plan. Donald would carry the money and hide it somewhere. We did not ask where he would hide it so that if Frank and I were captured, we can’t, even under the most intense tickle torture, reveal its whereabouts. Frank and I would stalk the floors and try to capture as many cops as we can. At least that was the plan.
Frank and I first left our base to reconnoitre the first floor. Seeing no one, we quickly went to the second floor.
There we saw Angela. Alone.
She was quietly walking on the corridor, hands on a water gun, looking left and right. The corridor wall has one door, slightly opened. She stopped, and she retraced her steps. We hid behind some cabinets and formulated our plan.
I kept an eye on Angela while Frank walked down and went up a separate staircase. He was as quiet as a cat. I hid further away so that Angela could not see me. That is until I heard Frank’s voice on the opposite side of the corridor.
“Angela, copper, give up!” Frank said in a loud voice.
I peered and saw that Angela turned and faced my fried.
“Come and get me!” she challenged as she pointed her gun at Frank.
Frank calmly walked slowly towards Angela, his water gun pointed at the nine-year-old girl. Angela fired but Frank was too far away. She fired again when she was nearer, but her inexperience at such games showed, and she revealed that she was an abysmal shot.
Anyway, Angela rushed Frank and shot him point blank, which surprised my friend. I quickly ran towards them. Before she could turn, I shot the back of her head with a jet of water.
“You have the right to remain silent,” I said.
Angela gave us a frightened and confused look. “I should have known this was a trap,” she exclaimed.
I gave my pistol to Frank while I got a piece of handkerchief from my pocket. Wadding it, I popped it in her mouth, ordered her to clamp her mouth shut, and proceeded to get a roll of duct tape from my backpack. I pulled her hands behind her and began wrapping it with duct tape.
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### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by luckydog3 » Wed Sep 22, 2010 4:38 pm

Tom Ford is back?
how awesome is that? Can't wait to read more.

### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by canuck100 » Thu Sep 23, 2010 3:42 am

YAY! you're back! Really happy to see you here again.

### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by Fesselfan » Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:24 am

Nice to see you back
Cheers
FF
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Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking - Part II (mf/mm)

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:16 am

Special thanks to those who replied in this thread.
To Canuck100, Fesselfan, and luckydog3, yes I'm back. And its good. Iâ€™m happy to be sharing my tales with all of you again!!! Hope for more comments and reactions from you guys.
Summer 1966
House Stalking
Part II
Captured!
(mf/mm)
After finishing with her wrists, I then tore a strip to apply it to Angela’s mouth when suddenly, our smirks of joy were wiped out from our faces.
Andrew suddenly came out of the door of the room besides us in the corridor. With the experience of a veteran in our many water gun battles, he quickly shot Frank, who held our water pistols, even before he can react. I was holding the roll of duct tape. Foolishly, instead of running, I tried to get another gun from my backpack. As I was doing so, I was shot in the head.
I surrendered, and so did Frank. Angela spat the handkerchief from her mouth.
“What kept you?” she complained to my brother.
“Told you it would work,” said Andrew.
“Yeah. Next time, you’ll be the bait and I’ll be the one to get them,” Angela said as Andrew pulled my hands behind me and tied it with rope from my own bag. “You just had to wait until I’m tied up!”
“I’m sorry. I can’t attack while they’re both carrying guns,” my brother explained as he finished with my wrists.
My hands were tightly bound. Andrew was an expert in knots as he showed in our many games, and I knew that I had slim chance on getting out without help. It was snug. I tried feeling for knots, but I can’t find any. I was stuck.
Andrew quickly took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, wadded it, and put it in my mouth. He tore a strip from the roll of duct tape and sealed my mouth.
He untied Angela’s wrists and tied Frank the same way he tied me.
I already knew that our position was hopeless, and that only Donald could be relied upon to snatch victory for us.
They marched us upstairs, to what I thought was their base, the attic. Instead, to my surprise, and apparently to Angela as well, Andrew directed them to an empty room on the third floor, away from the stairs to the attic.
“Why here?” asked Angela. “We could be captured!”
“Yes,” said my brother, “But Frank, no, I mean Donald, would go to the attic to rescue these two. We’ll keep him here, and he won’t know any better.”
Angela accepted his explanation as they entered the room.
Now the room was bare except a bed and two chairs. My brother took Frank and told him to lie on the bed on his stomach. Frank did so and Andrew tied his ankles while crossed. He took another rope from our bag and hog-tied him.
Meanwhile, Angela led me to the chair. It was armless, so she lifted my bound arms so that the backrest of the chair was between my back and my hands. She took a long rope from her own bag and coiled it around me from shoulders to waist. She did it tight, quick, and with skill. Next, she tied my ankles, crossed, and tied it to one of the rungs of the chair which has the effect of keeping my feet off the wooden floor.
I gave a few cursory tugs and tried to test the ropes, but I knew right there and then that I would be stuck until Donald rescues us, or the game ends, whichever comes first.
Andrew then addressed both of us. “We are going to ask you a few questions. If you don’t answer correctly, you would get what’s coming to you.” He quickly approached tickled me at my sides.
I jerked and laughed and laughed. I was extremely ticklish and I could not control my laughter. I was soon red from laughing, my entire body hot and sweaty. It was not an experience I would want to repeat. I swore revenge!
“Are you going to talk?” asked Angela with a menacing glint in her eyes. I swear she wanted me to say no so she could have her turn in tickling me. She was terrifying if you get on her bad side, and even more terrifying if you were tied up and she has you in her power, like right now.
I quickly nodded, and Angela ungagged me.
“Talk, you crook!” she commanded.
“What am I supposed to tell you?” I asked.
“Where is the money, and where is Donald?” asked Andrew.
“I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer,” Andrew said as he popped the wadded handkerchiefs back in my mouth and covered it with his hand. Looking at Angela, he said, “Would you do the honors?”
Angela only smiled as she assaulted my armpits and my ribs. It was hellacious! I laughed and laughed. They kept at it for 30 seconds, would stop for a minute or so, then resume the tickling. That way, I didn’t have tears coming out of my eyes, but I was out of breath nonetheless.
“Okay. Are you feeling cooperative?”
I nodded.
Andrew withdrew his and pulled the wad from my mouth. “Okay, talk.”
“It’s in the cabinet under the phonograph in the first floor! You know where it is,” I said. It’s a lie, of course. I didn’t know where Donald put the money, but I want the tickling to stop.
Andrew put the handkerchief back in my mouth and in whispered tones that I could not understand talked to Angela. I could have spat the handkerchief out but what for? They would just put it back and I would probably be gagged tighter than before.
Andrew quickly left.
Angela took the roll of duct tape. “Put your lips together,” she commanded.
I obeyed.
She wrapped tape around my head three times, making sure that I could not spit the handkerchiefs.
She then began tickling me. I tried to avoid her fingers, but once again, it was it was a futile gesture. I laughed and laughed. Fortunately, she adhered to our rule giving two-three minute breaks to let us recover our breath. She quickly switched to Frank, who until this time, although tightly hogtied to the bed, was spared the tickle torture treatment.
Frank laughed and laughed.
Angela was so busy tickling Frank that she didn’t notice the door slowly open. It was Donald. Since we were not in the attic, Angela was fair game. Donald quickly shot Angela in the back.
She quickly turned, but it was too late. She was caught.
“Now untie them,” Donald commanded.
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### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by viking » Thu Sep 23, 2010 11:52 am

i love how the story keeps turning over looking forward to read more of it
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking

Post by Jason Toddman » Fri Sep 24, 2010 8:50 am

Tom Ford must be virtually the same age as I am, as I was also 9 in the spring of 1966. My own Tugs experiences at the time were a lot more one sided though ( i was the only one tied up) and there was no 9-year-old rule either (I was getting tied up when I was only 5 by my older brother and his friends whenever they wanted a laugh). I would've enjoyed being in your tie-up gang though; I didn't mind being tied up (grew to enjoy it by the time I was 10 in fact) but I would've liked being on even terms with everyone else.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Summer 1966 - House Stalking - Part III (mmm/f), (m/m), (m/m

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:57 pm

Special thanks to Viking and to Jason Toddman for your comments.
Anyway, here's the third and final part.
Summer 1966
House Stalking
Part III
Unexpected Twist
(mmm/f), (m/m), (m/mm)
I wish I had a camera and had captured the look on Angela’s face. Her face showed first shock, anger, then resignation as she sighed. She quickly untied Frank and I.
“Tom, Frank, tie her up,” Donald asked.
He need not have to ask twice. I took the roll of duct tape, pulled her hands behind her, and wrapped it about a dozen times around her wrists.
“Aren’t you overdoing this?” Angela asked.
“No more than you did to us,” I replied, smiling as I took a roll of sock from my bag and popped it in her mouth.
Frank gagged her with tape while I took some rope lashed her upper body from her shoulders downward.
I indicated to my team mates that we better get going because Andrew was liable to return any moment now.
We soon reached the basement, where I saw, to my surprise, David. In retrospect I shouldn’t have been surprised, because we haven’t seen David since the start of the game. David was sitting with his back leaning on a pole in the basement. His hands were tied behind the pole, and endless lengths of brown rope further pinned his body to the pole. His mouth was packed as evidenced by his bulging cheeks, and his mouth was wrapped with a knotted scarf which kept the packing in.
“What happened?” I asked as I put Angela on the couch on her belly.
“Well, I left soon after you left, as you know,” Donald began. “I hid the money in the—”
I quickly interrupted him. “Don’t tell me, okay? I don’t want to know. You can tell me after the game where you hid the money. Just tell me how you got David.”
Donald looked at me as if I was crazy. “Well, as soon as I hid the money, I saw David walking on the second floor. And not a moment sooner. He saw me, and we stared at each other. We simply rushed at each other and I hit him first in the chest. He hit me second, but he had to surrender because he was hit first. I brought him here, tied him up, and went to look for you and the others. I wasn’t able to locate any of you, so I decided that you must be captured. I sneaked up to the attic intending to rescue you, but it was empty. I searched the rooms, and finally found you.”
“You didn’t see Andrew?”
“I saw him. I was at the stairs on the third floor, and I can see him in the first. He was too far way for me to attack, and he didn’t see me. The next room I went to, I saw Angela tickling Frank, and you know the rest.”
As Donald was narrating to me his adventures, I was busy further restraining the cute but fiery Angela. I first tied Angela’s ankles, then her knees just above the hem of her dress, using rope. I then hogtied her. It wasn’t strict. She could bend her feet in a 45 degree angle, but no more. I took precautionary measures to make sure that her fingers could not reach any knots.
“I don’t think we can get any useful information out of these two about Andrew’s whereabouts,” I said. “One of us should stay here and guard these two. The other two should stay together and hunt my brother.”
Both agreed. Both wanted to hunt Andrew. I wanted to guard Angela and David.
So it was agreed. Frank and Donald went upstairs while I was left guarding the two.
It was time for revenge.
I approached Angela, and she squirmed as I readied my fingers for the tickling. I removed her shoes and socks and looked at the soles of her feet. Without hesitation I brushed my finger on it, and she shook. I then fully tickled her and was rewarded by her laughing. She was gagged and the sounds were muffled, but you can hear her laugh. I stopped and I watched her struggle; her efforts were useless, but it was fun to watch. She was soon breathing heavily and sweaty after I tickled her. Not continuously but with breaks. We’re not that cruel.
I turned my attention to David. He looked at me with wide eyes, shaking his head as if that would prevent me from doing anything. I quickly tickled him, and he was soon reduced to giggling behind the gag. I stopped, the resumed, then stopped, the resumed.
After that, I got bored. Ignoring Angela and David, and with one hand on the handle of a water gun, I went and got a book in the basement and began to read to pass the time while waiting out the developments that happened elsewhere.
It was about fifteen minutes later when who but my sister Betty went down to the basement.
“Tom!” she shouted. “Whoa! They’re not going anywhere,” she said when she saw my captives.
“Yes,” said I. “Your big brother knows how to tie a mean knot.”
“Well, anyway, I have a message from Andrew.”
“You do? Well, spit it out!”
“He told me to tell you that he has Frank and Donald, and he found the money, and therefore, by the rules, you lost the game.”
I was flabbergasted! I thought we had the game in the bag and all that’s left was to capture my brother. Apparently, he was able to outfox Frank and Donald and find the money. Well, I should have went up and tried to help them. However, I would probably be shot and captured as well. It was not the first time, and certainly not the last, where I would underestimate my big brother.
“Tell him that I don’t believe him, and that I need proof!” I said. I actually believed her, but maybe, maybe, Andrew was making it all up.
“Well, I saw Frank and Donald all tied-up,” Betty informed me. “You should surrender, he said.”
“Tell Andrew that I would be a sucker to come up if that is the case,” I said.
Betty nodded and bounded up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Andrew himself, with Donald and Frank in tow, entered the basement. Both were gagged with tape (their mouths obviously packed), and both their hands were tied behind their backs.
“Well, there’s Frank and Donald if you don’t believe me,” Andrew said. He then took his backpack from behind him and took the sack of play money from it.
Well, it’s official. They have won.
“We win again,” said Andrew.
“Yeah. Congratulations, big brother,” I said and laughed. “Maybe next time we’ll be on the same side and I’ll win!”
He laughed too. “Aren’t you going to untie your team mates?”
“Oh! I almost forgot! You should untie yours,” I said as I untied Donald and Frank.
Andrew only laughed as he first untied David, then Angela.
“Hold it,” Angela shouted to me as I untied Frank. “They’re the robbers. They lost. They should serve time and be tied up, all of them. An hour will do!” she demanded.
But Andrew would have none of it. It wasn’t part of the original rules, and he wasn’t going to change it for Angela this time around. Maybe next time, before the start of the next Cops and Robbers game, he suggested.
Angela pouted. She wanted to tie us up for an hour and tickle us silly to get revenge for being tied up so long, but she accepted Andrew’s decision.
Next time we played another game, the loser gets to be tied up for a maximum of thirty minutes, at the discretion of the winners to motivate everyone to try to do their best at these games. But Andrew decided that during these “winners tie-up losers sessions” that there would be no tickling.
A few minutes after the game, I got Frank to tell me what had happened after they left me in the basement with Angela and David.
“We went up to catch your brother,” Frank narrated. “He was nowhere to be seen, however. So we looked for him. We decided to stay together so that he can’t get us one on one. We tried finding him in the first and second floor, but he wasn’t there. Donald then suggested maybe that he was in their base, the attic, hiding, so we decided to check him out.”
“You entered their base?” I asked incredulously. “You can’t capture him there and you can be caught!”
“We’re not that stupid,” Frank snapped. “We only plan to call him out and negotiate his surrender. We’re pretty sure he would be reasonable once he’d realize he has no chance to win. However, we did not bother to check the third floor before going to the stairs leading to the attic. What we didn’t know was that he was hidden in an adjacent room to the stairs to the attic.”
“ ‘Copper!’ Donald shouted. ‘We know you’re in there hiding. Angela and David are captured. We still have the money. Surrender now and maybe we’ll go easy on you.’
“There was no reply. So I shouted. ‘Oh give it up, Andrew! We’ve won! You’ve lost! You can’t win everything!’
“Our shouting must have alerted Andrew, for before we could do anything, he suddenly opened the door which was just in front of Donald and shot him. It was so sudden that it caught both of us by surprise. Donald just dropped his pistol and surrendered. I tried to shoot him, but Andrew used your cousin as a shield, and I got hit. So I surrendered. He tied us up, then was about to tickle torture Donald to find out where the money is, when Maggie ran up and showed us that she had found the money!”
“To say that we were surprised would be an understatement. ‘Where did you find that?’ asked Andrew.
“ ‘In the closet in our room,’ Maggie replied. ‘I found it while Betty and I were looking for something to play with. We thought that you might be looking for it.’
“ ‘Well yes,’ your brother said with a smile on his face. How could he not smile? He had just won the game. Afterwards, he took the money, thanked Maggie who followed us, and further bound us. Betty soon joined us, and Andrew asked her to tell you that the game is lost. And you know the rest.”
Well, soon after the game, our parents arrived, and we did other things. That was our last tie-up activity in Vermont on my great-grandfather’s farm. We had played so many tie-up games before that that we decided to stop until we got home. We spent the rest of the vacation normally, well, as normal as things can be with us running around.
Our next game was back at home and once again, involved Chester and Jay.
What happened? Well, as I always said, read the next part and find out!!
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### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking (Story Completed)

Post by luckydog3 » Sat Sep 25, 2010 2:37 pm

Thanks Tom Ford! A Fun story, and thanks for sharing it! Glad you are back.

### Re: Summer 1966 - House Stalking (Story Completed)

Post by viking » Sun Sep 26, 2010 9:00 am

hey, i knew i had seen your name somewhere before. at first i thought i had it from FORD the car, but then i saw the other comments about welcoming you back and all. then i realized i actually had read your stories in the old archive some years ago.
i suppose i should do like the rest and welcome you back. and of course, great story
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape