Postby Misquamicut » Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:31 pm
At the age of about eleven or twelve, arriving home unexpectedly early one afternoon, I heard an unusual rumpus coming from my parents bed room. I opened the door and was shocked to see my mom gagged and with her arms tied out to the corners of the bed! My dad was straddling her. Mom was mumpphhing and squirming and dad seemed just sitting over her. Thankfully, they seemed fully dressed at that instant. If they were not, I probably would have had a stroke then and there.
I think I hollered something like, "Oh God! What's going on?? Why are you killing my mom?? Stop!! Let Her Go!!" Something like that.
I remember pulling the door shut and running thru the house and to the living room. Indecision and shock made me stop and try to figure out what was going on in my safe, secure abode. At that age I engaged in tying myself up, but I was not able to fathom my folks engaging in such activities. My recollection is that I thought dad was in the process of killing my mother.
In a couple of minutes, they came into the living room hand in and tried to explain that everything was all right and that they were just playing a game much like cowboys and indians. That mom would try to get loose after dad tied her and if she could not, then he would certainly free her. I was not totally convinced. I know I looked at my father with untrusting grimace and avoided being physically near him for a few days after that one of a kind experience.