## After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Mon Jul 03, 2017 11:25 am

A word of explanation - these are tales from the past, telling of stories of crime, where families are involved. They are companion pieces to the Games Player, in various styles...
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Mon Jul 03, 2017 11:25 am

1974
Mom had taken me and Jess out for the day, to buy some new clothes for Grade school. She was wearing a knee length pink skirt and a long sleeved white blouse, with white shoes, while I remember I was wearing a red jersey dress with white tights and black shoes.
As for Jess, my younger sister by a year, she had on a funny dress, with a grey cheesecloth check body, and res sleeves and sides with white polka dots, as well as a white collar as big as Mom’s. She wasn’t wearing tights, but did have on flat brown shoes.
Anyway – we drove to our house, with our bags, and I smiled as I waved to some of our friends playing on the road while Mom got the bags from the back of the car. I went and unlocked the front door, and then we walked in. Jess went up to her room with Mom, while I went to put the television on – only to hear a knock on the front door.
Walking to it, I said “yes, can I…” and then gasped as two men walked in, one of them grabbing me and putting a gloved hand firmly over my mouth as the other closed the door. “Is anybody else home,” he said as he looked at me, and I pointed up the stairs.
Both men were wearing smart suits, shirts and black ties, but they had gloves on – the smell of the leather filling my nostrils as I struggled to speak. The man nodded as he went upstairs, and then I heard Mom say “oh my god – who are you, and what are you doing?”
“Keep quiet lady – down the stairs, hands on your head.”
I watched as Mom walked down, her hands palm down on her blonde hair, as the second man followed, his gloved hand covering Jess’ mouth. Her eyes were wide open under her glasses, as the man said “draw the blinds in the front room, then lie face down on the long seat.”
“Be brave, girls,” Mom said as she walked in, and closed the blinds over the windows, while the two men followed her in with us, looking at each other as we wondered what was going on.
“You kids – kneel down in front of the couch,” the man behind me said, “put your hands behind your back, and don’t say a word.”
“What’s going on Mom,” I whispered as we both knelt down.
“Just do was they say,” she said quietly, “and they’ll go away more quickly.”
I felt the man pull my wrists behind my back, and then heard a ripping sound before something sticky was pressed against my skin, and then wrapped tightly round my wrists, holding them together. I felt him pressing hard on my arms, and then found I could not move my wrists apart. Looking to the side, I saw him using a band of white tape to secure Jess’ wrists together as well.
“Please – they’re just little girls,” Mom said as the second man crossed her wrists behind her back, and used a second roll of tape to secure them together as well.
“Then answer our questions, lady – where is your safe?”
“In… In the bedroom,” she said as he tore the tape off and smoothed it down. I saw her struggle as the man said “and the combination?”
“Don’t tell himmmm” Jess said, and then I saw the man hand gagging her again.
“Tell your kids to be quiet,” he whispered, “before we make sure they stay quiet.”
“Jess, Andi – do as they say,” Mom said as she looked at us, and we both nodded.
“Better,” the man behind the couch said as he walked round, and started to tape Mom’s ankles together, “secure their legs as well.”
I felt the second man put my legs together, and then felt the tape as it was wound tightly round them, securing them together. I looked over as Jess was also secured in the same way, saying “don’t cry – we’ll be all right.”
“I’m scared,” she said as Mom rolled onto her side. “don’t be scared,” she said quietly, “we’ll get through this together, all right?”
“You search down here – I’ll check the safe,” the man who had taped Mom’s wrists and ankles said as he went back up the stairs, the second man making Jess and me sit on the floor as he looked through all the boxes and drawers.
“Are you all right Mom,” I said as I twisted round and looked at her.
“I’ll be fine – and you girls will be as well, if you stay calm. Let’s try and make a game of it – see who can be quiet for the longest, all right?”
We both nodded and watched the second man as he completed his search, and then opened Mom’s purse, tipping her money into his own pocket.
“I got the jewels,” the first man said as he came back down, “make sure they stay quiet.”
We all watched as he pulled the telephone out of the wall, and then I heard Mom say “no – please we’ll be quiet…”
“Yes I know,” the man said as he pressed something on Mom’s mouth, and we both saw the white tape covering her lips. The second man then pressed a strip of tape over my mouth, and finally over Jess’ as we sat there.
“Whhtrusgnndd,” she said as she looked at them.
“Leave you alone,” the man said as they both walked out, closing the door and leaving us in the dark. We all sat still for a few minutes, before Mom started to struggle on the couch, trying to get free. We just both sat there, too scared to do anything in case they came back.
Eventually, we heard Mom say “are you girls all right?” I looked up to see the tape on the seat cushion, as she sat up and then managed to stand between us. “Stay there a little while longer,” she said as she started to jump away, heading for the kitchen. We looked at each other and then heard her say “yes,” before she walked back in with a pair of scissors.
She cut the tape from our ankles, and then our wrists, before she gently peeled the tape away and hugged us both. “Come on,” she said quietly, “we’ll go next door and use their phone to call the police…”
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Fri Jul 07, 2017 8:04 am

1981
Mom and Dad were working at the store after school that day, so I was told to go straight round to Grammy’s and they would pick me up later. I liked Grammy – she looked like Angela Lansbury in the TV series Murder She wrote, with grey hair, and she always gave me treats.
The other reason I remember that day is because I was wearing to school, for the first time, my Wonder Woman boots – a present from Mom, they were red boots with a white trim and a stripe at the front. I was also wearing a sundress with candy coloured wide stripes and thin white strips between them, and a purple jacket.
So the school day ended, and I walked the short distance to Grammy’s house, with my bag over my shoulder. It was a nice day, but I was hoping she had some freshly made cookies to eat. When I got there, there was a blue car parked outside, and I wondered if Grammy had a friend visiting
Anyway – I went in the front door, called out for Grammy to say I was there, and went into the front room – and there was Grammy, looking at me as she sat in a chair from the dining table. Only she was sitting in a funny way.
She had on a brown jacket and skirt with a small check pattern, and a lighter brown tieneck blouse, and brown sandals – but the jacket was pulled to the side of her body, and as I got closer I saw that someone had tied her to the chair back with ropes, and they were what was keeping the jacket open.
Her ankles were also tied to the front legs of the chairs, and her wrists tied to the chair back. She was trying to talk to me as well – but whoever had tied her to the hair had also pulled one of her patterned scarves between her teeth, and I could see a damp dark patch between her lips.
I finally realised something was wrong, and was about to run out when I was grabbed from behind, and a hand was pressed over my mouth – a hand in a leather glove, which smelled funny as I tried to get free. This soft voice told me to calm down, that they weren’t going to hurt me, but if I struggled I might hurt myself. I looked at Grammy, who nodded and said something like “jsstseclm” as I nodded and the hand was taken away and I turned round.
There was a man standing there, wearing a red scarf round his mouth, and as he looked at me he asked if I was her granddaughter. I nodded at that, and then he said he was very sorry, but he had to make sure I didn’t call for help or raise the alarm for a while. Taking my hand, we walked to the dining table and he got another chair, putting it next to Grammy and telling me sit on it.
The chairs had a high back, with spars running down it, and the man told me to put my arms through the gaps in the chair back. Grammy nodded, so I did as he asked me to, and I felt him putting my wrists together, and then tying them together with rope. I sat still, not wanting to get hurt, as he secured them and then tied them to the chair back.
Grammy looked at me and smiled, a funny smile given she had a scarf tied in her mouth, while the man then tied some rope around my waist and the chair back to keep me there. He also tied some rope round my tummy, and then walked round. I was swinging my legs to and fro – I was still too small to reach the floor in these chairs, and then I watched as he put my ankles together, and started to tie rope round them.
He doubled the rope over, and then pulled them back in the same way Dad uses a rope to tie a boat to the shore. He wound it round a few times, the white clear on the red as I felt my ankles being forced together, before he separated the ends and tied them between my legs. Once he had tied the rope off, he tied another length between my ankles, and then tied them to the legs.
Another length of rope appeared, and he folded my dress skirt back a little before he tied my legs together in the same way. Smiling, he then left the room, coming back with a brown silk scarf that Grammy sometimes wore to church. He rolled that up into a band, and told me to open my mouth as wide as possible.
It tasted a little funny as he put it between my teeth and lips, and then tied it round my head, while I closed my lips over it. But it did keep me quiet, because when I tried to talk to Grammy it came out as a low mumble, Grammy nodding to show she knew as well.
So I got comfortable, looking at Grammy and smiling as the man walked out of the house. We were there for a couple of hours until Mom and Dad found us – I was scared, but I knew Grammy was there to keep me safe…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Tue Jul 11, 2017 10:53 am

1976
“Aw no – I forgot the milk. Can you go and get it Bobby?”
I groaned as I looked at my mum – we had just got back in, and I would have to go out again? What was worse, it was cold and grey outside – and not just because of the period.
“All right,” I eventually said as I looked at Mum. She was wearing a beige greatcoat, the belt tied tightly round her waist, and her brown suede wedge heeled boots were also visible. My younger sister Katy stuck her tongue out as I said that – she was eight at the time, and I remember she was wearing a red, grey and striped hooded coat over a white jumper, black bellbottom pants, white socks and black shoes.
So I took the money from Mum, and fastened up my own Biker jacket before I went back out. I also had on my favourite denim jacket, and a blue shirt, with bellbottom jeans and black trainers. We lived on a new estate outside the town centre, and the Spar was a good half hour’s walk away, but what choice did I have?
So – half hour walk to the shop, buy the milk, half hour walk back. I came in through the back door, put the milk in the fridge, and went into the front room after I took my coat off.
Which was when I stopped and stared for a few minutes. Katy was lying on her side on the couch, Play Away on the television – but she was terrified, and I could see why. She had a cloth tied between her lips, and her wrists were tied together in front of her with what looked like twine – twine that had then been used to tie her ankles together as well, a length connecting them to her wrists.
“Hllpmmm,” she said as I ran to the kitchen and got a pair of scissors, and then cut her free, helping her to sit up and taking the wet cloth out of her mouth. I then held her as she started crying, and said two men had come into the house after I had left. They had tied her up, gagged her, and left her on the couch before taking Mum upstairs.
They had left twenty minutes later, but between the sobs she told me Mum was still upstairs. I told her to wait there, and took the scissors in my hand as I walked slowly up the stairs. I could hear muffled calls from Mum and Dad’s room, but I had to stop and look again as I opened the door.
Mum was on the bed – she had taken her coat off, and I could see the grey wool dress as well as her boots. The men had tied her wrists behind her back, and then to her ankles, before they had tied a scarf in her mouth. She looked at me, as I walked quickly in and cut her free, then she sat up and removed the scarf before she hugged me.
The drawers of the furniture were all open, and I could see some things scattered on the floor, but she took me by the hand and we went down to find Katy. Mum then took us next door, and after she talked to Mrs Dean we stayed there with drinks and biscuits while Mum made a phone call, and then went back to the house. The police came and talked to me and Katy, and then Dad came back from the game, and took us all out for fish and chips…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Mon Jul 17, 2017 10:48 am

1972
I was so excited, because I had been named Best in Class at reading, that I jumped up and down in my seat all the way home from school. I was wearing a lovely brown skirt with braces, over a short sleeved white blouse, and brown knee length Frye boots, with my brown hair in two big bunches which my mom had done that morning.
Anyway, as I said, I was in a great mood as I ran up the path to my house, and opened the door wide, calling out for my mom. She didn’t say anything, so I went straight into the front room- and that was when the nightmare began.
Mom was lying on our long seat, her grey blonde hair a little unravelled, and her eyes wide open over the scarf that was tied between her lips and around her head. She was wearing a long grey checked sleeveless coat and skirt, with a red jumper, dark stockings and black shoes – but her wrists were crossed and tied together in front of her, and the string then wound down her legs and around her ankles.
She shook her head and tried to say something, but then someone pressed their hand over my mouth, and there was a strong smell of leather. Mom got really upset, and started twisting round, then stopped as a deep voice told her to, and that I wouldn’t be hurt. He then told me to be quiet, and I would be all right, and I nodded.
He told me to go and sit on the long seat, and as I did I saw him – open necked shirt, dark trousers, shoes, and short hair – but it was pressed down under the stocking he had pulled over his head. Anyway, he made me cross my wrists on my lap, and took a ball of string out of his pocket, which he used to tie me wrist together. It felt rough, and it was tight, but I was determined to show Mom I could be brave.
She watched, as I did, as the man then wound the string down and tied my ankles together as well, before he cut the string with a big, sharp knife. It felt funny – my ankles were tied tightly together, and my wrist tied to them, so I really could not move.
He then went into the hallway and came back with one of Mom’s headscarves. He rolled that into a band, and told me to open my mouth. I looked at Mom, who nodded, and I allowed him to pull the band between my lips, as he must have done with her. IT pressed on my cheeks, but then he looked at both of us and left. We could hear the front door open and close, and then Mom looked at me, and mumbled something.
I nodded, and then lay down with her, as she pressed her lips on my head, and we waited for Pops or someone to come and find us….
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Wed Jul 19, 2017 11:37 am

1968
You hear about these sort of things – see the reports in the papers, and the television shows that deal with police and the like. But when it happens to you, it is a very different affair.
Mum had taken me and my younger sister April to the cinema to see a film – I can’t remember right now what it was – but we dressed up for it. April and I had similar outfits – a long sleeved tunic top with white bands on the sleeves, and bell bottom pants. Mine was green, and April’s was a mustard yellow. We both also had on white shoes, and pendants round our neck, our brown hair combed out and with a bow clip.
As for Mum, she was wearing a lilac short sleeved dress, with a short skirt a large white collar, and matching shoes. She had dark brown hair, cut in a short style. Anyway, we had been to the cinema, and on the way back she bought some fish and chips for us to have for our tea once we were back in the house.
We didn’t get to eat them…
Why not? When we got home, and went into the kitchen, we found that someone had been looking through them, and the back door was open. I remember Mum looking at it, and then telling us we needed to go next door – but as we turned round, two men were standing there, wearing coveralls and masks over their faces!
April screamed, and then the masked man told us to be quiet, or he would hurt us – something that made Mum really upset as she hugged April and told her to be brave. I said the same thing, as the second man made us walk through to the dining room, and then pulled three chairs away from the table before he told us to sit on them.
Mum sat down in the middle one, and we sat either side, before one of the men went behind us, and told me to lean forward. As I did so, he guided my hands between the slats in the chair back, and then started to tie my wrists together behind the chair back. I looked at Mum, who was telling us both to be brave and do as we were told, while the other man took April’s hands through the chair back and started to tie them together as well.
April was crying, and so was I- whatever they were using rubbed on my wrists, but it kept them together, as the man then took Mum’s arms around the chair back and started to tie her wrists as well. I guessed her arms were too big to go through the gaps…
I then watched as the masked man knelt in front of me, and used a length of thin cord to tie my ankles together. He then tied April’s ankles, before he tied Mum’s ankles together r- and then pulled them to the side and tied them to the chair leg. I wondered why he didn’t do that to us as I swung my legs up and down -and then I realised why. We couldn’t reach the floor, and Mum could.
We watched as they searched the room, and then they rolled up three rags – which they pushed into each of our mouths, before they ran off. The rags kept us quiet, and we were too scared to push them out as we looked at each other…
Dad came home an hour later, and cut us free as well as taking the cloths from our mouth. We had supper later – after the police had come…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Fri Jul 21, 2017 10:07 pm

1975
Oh I remember the day I was robbed at home. I was thirteen, and I was dressed in what I thought was fashionable – a mini skirt and waistcoat with a Giraffe skin pattern, a white silk blouse with the biggest collar you have ever seen, and white lace up leather boots with a square heel.
Hey – it was the seventies, all right? I had very light brown hair then, and I was allowed to stay at home until Mum or Dad came home. Mind you, they did not expect anyone to break into the house – but I walked in the back door, put my bag down, and was grabbed from behind with my hand over my mouth.
A young male voice told me not to panic, but to stop struggling - and I didn’t want to give him any more ideas, so I did as he asked, and then walked in front of him through the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I was too scared to do anything, as he made me lie on my bed, face down, and picked up a ball of wool which was in a basket on my table – I was learning to knit at the time. He made me roll over, and put my hands together in prayer, before he used the wool to tie my wrists together, and then put my hands above my head and tied them to the headboard. He then used the wool to tie my ankles together, and secure them to the foot of the bed, so that I could not do anything except wriggle round.
I really felt vulnerable then, but he looked at me and said I would be all right – before he took a roll of sellotape, and tore several strips off before he pressed them over my mouth. I could only watch as he looked through my jewellery boxes, then blew me a kiss before he walked off.
I was stuck there for an hour until Dad came home and found me – and I was scared, for a while. I can’t think what brought that back…
Well, I can. It was over forty years ago, but lying on my side on my bed, with my granddaughter looking at me as the masked man ties her ankles to the ropes around her chest, I wish it was that simpler time. I’m wearing a black sundress with a floral print, my granddaughter a fawn jumper and black trousers, but the gang have tied our wrists, arms and legs, and the tape over our mouths mean I can only think rather than say…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Sat Jul 22, 2017 10:18 am

1973
Dad was the manager of a bank in town when I was a young teenager, and I lived on the outskirts of town with my mum and Tony, my younger brother. The day this all happened, I had the afternoon off school, and we had been allowed to wear our own clothes, so I was wearing something new and fashionable – a grey striped waistcoat and mini skirt with a white blouse that had a wide collar, and knee length black leather boots that laced up the front. Tony was meant to have been at school, but he had felt unwell that morning, so Mum had let him stay off.
It was about half one by the time I got home, and went straight up to my room to put my books on my table. When I came back down, I went into the living room, to see if Mum was in, and what Tony was doing – and they were in there…
The room was dim, the curtains drawn across the windows, but I could see they were sitting on the floor, back to back. Mum had on a lovely light blue minidress with chiffon sleeves, and a pair of boots like mine that laced up the front, only hers were white. Tony had on a jumper with a leaf pattern, jeans and white bowling shoes with brown leather stripes, with white socks.
Only something was round his white socks, holding his ankles together. At first, I thought it was a rubber band or something, but as I walked into the room, I saw it was a band of white rope.
Tony looked at me and shook his head, as I saw Mum had her ankles tied together as well, and they both had their arms behind their back. They also had a band of rope holding them both together around their waists, and I finally realised they both had a folded scarf tied over their mouths.
I recall saying “Mum” and her turning to look at me, her eyes wide open as she said “GGTTUUUUTTTT!” I turned to run – and ran straight into a belly. A belly that belonged to a big man who grabbed me, and put his hand over my mouth as a second man came in.
“Oh good – more help for persuading Daddy,” he said, “tie her up.”
“What ruuddnnn” I said – well, tried to because the man tied a scarf round my head as well, before he picked me up and made me lie face down on the couch, where Mum and Tony could see me. He pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together, then tied my ankles tightly together as well, before he pulled them back and used more rope to tie them to my ankles.
I rolled onto my side and looked at my mum and brother as the second man – a thin man with a scar on his face – picked up the telephone and dialled.
“May I speak to the manager please?
“Listen very carefully – we have your family hostage. Do not call the police, do not raise the alarm. Someone will be coming to see you in half an hour, and you will follow his instructions, or your family get hurt. If we see the police, they get hurt. Do you understand?”
“Lttmtlktthmm,” Mum said, but the man shook his head and put the telephone down, sitting in the chair and looking at us as he said we had to wait.
So we waited – for an hour, the men taking turns to watch us as the other looked out from the curtains. Tony had his head down, but Mum and I tried to look at each other, our boots squeaking from time to time as we moved.
Eventually, the telephone rang again, and the thin man picked it up. He talked for a minute, and then nodded to the other man, who stood up and followed him out of the house. Mum and I started to try and free ourselves, but half an hour later, when the police arrived, we had got nowhere. One of the policemen untied me while the other removed the rope around Mum and Tony, and I saw they also had their hands tied behind their back.
A third man has visited Dad, and forced him to hand over a lot of money or we were going to be hurt. I’m glad he did, and glad we didn’t get hurt…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Mon Jul 24, 2017 1:35 am

1971
Actually, I do remember my first time – it was a different day for so many reasons…
It was the day on which the class photo was taken, and we all wore our finest and most fashionable outfits. I was in a dark purple blouse, with a lighter purple waistcoat and mini skirt, and black knee length laced leather boots. My chestnut hair was long and brushed back, and I took special care with make up for this one.
All the girls had nice dresses or outfits on, but the one I was looking for was my best friend Daisy. When she came in, she smiled when she saw me, her glasses framing her face as her strawberry blonde hair fell in front of her pink top. She was also wearing a pair of tight shorts – white ones with a daisy print in colour – but the best thing of all was that she was wearing the same style of boots as I was!
So we all posed for the photo, and then Daisy asked at the end of the day if I wanted to go back to her place – we had a science project to finish off. I said I would, and I’d call my mom from her house. So once the day was done, we started to walk down to her place, holding our books as we talked about this and that.
As we got closer, I saw the black Caddie parked outside Daisy’s house, but didn’t think anything of it. It was when we went in, the door was shut behind use, and Daisy dropped her books on the floor that things took a very different turn.
She has a younger sister – she was about eleven at the time – and she and her mother were being forced to go upstairs by a man with a stocking pulled over his head, and a gun in his hand. Her sister was wearing a striped sleeveless top, white skirt and dark brown boots, and her mom a light blue slip dress and heels – but they both had their hands tied behind their backs with rope, and as they looked at us I saw the sticking plaster over their mouths.
Right then, though, I was more worried about the man behind us, who ordered us to go into the front room and kneel down, facing each other, with our hands on our heads. As we knelt down, I saw him behind Daisy – a stocking over his head as well, and a shotgun that seemed to be shorter than it should be as he placed it where we both could see it.
He pulled Daisy’s wrists behind her back, and I tried to keep her calm, told her I was sure her mom and sis would be all right, and that we had to do as he said. She nodded and grunted at the same time, as he tied her wrists together, and then walked behind me. I felt the rough rope on my wrists, but tried to keep smiling.
Daisy talked to me as well – said she was scared, but she knew not to panic – and she also said I looked nice. I remember blushing at that, and then she asked if I liked her boots. As I nodded, she said she had bought them last weekend – because she liked the way they looked on me.
I blushed again and then gasped as the masked man took some rope around my upper body, pulling my arms into my sides as her forced my chest out. I happened to look at Daisy as he did this, and there was a strange look in her eyes – one I must have reflected once he tied those ropes off, and did the same to her, stretching her jumper over her chest as he did so.
We could hear noise upstairs, but right then all we could do was stare at each other as he started to use more rope to tie our ankles together, and then made us sit side by side as he tied our legs together below our knees. Oh we talked to each other, but as I wriggled round, the ropes rubbed on me, and as Daisy did the same…
The time for talk came to an end, however, as he tore strips of sticking plaster off a roll and pressed them firmly over our mouths. I could feel the fabric and adhesive tugging on the skin around my mouth, but it did mean we could not talk, just watch as he searched the main room.
A short while later, the second man came back in, and they went out, leaving Daisy and me on the floor, and the sound of her mom and sis upstairs. Whatever they had done, they could not move, but we stayed there, looking at each other. I smelt her perfume, and she tried to smile at me – and then she placed her head on my shoulder, rubbing her cheek on it.
I looked down at her, and gently gave her a peck on her head - at which she raised he head and looked at me. There was a look, an understanding – and I lowered my head, pressing my plaster covered lips on hers. She responded – and somehow, we both knew what we were doing, as we continued to gag kiss each other…
Eventually, Daisy’s mom managed to free herself and her sister, then came down and freed us before she called the police, but that was the day we realised how we felt for each other – and we’re still together now…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Mon Jul 31, 2017 5:17 am

1966
I was eleven years old at the time, and lived at home with mum, dad and my little brother Tommy. Mum worked as a barmaid in the evenings, and Dad was a clerk in a shoe store – so while we had a good home, there was nothing special in it.
Which made what happened even more strange…
We were sitting having beans on toast for tea that evening. Dad was still wearing his blue shirt and trousers, and tie, while Mum was putting in her earrings for work. Her blonde hair was in a bun, and she was wearing a silver mini dress and back heels. I was wearing a blue sleeveless dress with a white belt, and a white stripe at the front, a blouse, white tights and black shoes, while Tommy had on a blue and black striped top, jeans and black socks.
As I said, we were having our tea, Mum was getting ready for work, and Dad was home – so when he stood up to see who was knocking at the door, we carried on as normal.
I’m not sure if it was me or Mum who screamed first when Dad was forced back into the kitchen by the two men, wearing boiler suits, gloves and masks that covered their heads. One of them told us all to be quiet, while the second one forced Dad to sit down – and we saw the gun in his hands.
Tommy asked what was happening, and Mum told him not to worry, we were going to do what the men said. One of them was carrying a canvas bag, and I started to shake when he opened it, and took out lengths of rope.
He said we had to stay in the front room while they took Mum and Dad upstairs, and told us to put our hands out in front of us. I hugged Tommy, and told him we both had to be brave, before I let the man tie my wrists together – I watched as he took the rope around my arms, and then between them, so that it looked as if I was wearing rope handcuffs.
Tommy was afraid as the man tied his wrists together, but I could see the other man was taking Mum’s hands behind her back and tying them together, so I nudged him and said we’d be able to tickle each other – that seemed to cheer him up.
The second man then tied Dad’s hands behind his back, before he told us all to walk into the front room – a room we only ever went into on a Sunday when Gran visited. He told me and Tommy to sit on the big couch, so we jumped on and shuffled back so that our legs hung over the seat edge.
The man then took more rope from the bag and tied my ankles together, as well as Tommy’s, before he tied our wrists to our ankles with a longer length. I nudged him again and tried to tickle him, which made him laugh – before the man took two white cloths, folded them and tied them round our heads, covering our mouths so that when we spoke, all we could do is mumble.
They turned the television on, and we had to watch the news while they made Mum and Dad go upstairs. I could see the rope on their wrists as they walked up, but with the second man sitting and watching us, all we could do was nudge each other and watch the television.
A little while later, the other man came down and they both left, Tommy lying down and resting his head on my lap. We were there for a good hour – two programs on the television – before my Gran came in and found us.
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Aug 03, 2017 4:35 am

1962
Mom and I were putting up the Christmas tree when the men came. It was a couple of days before Christmas, and we had bought a wonderful new white tree with lots of silver baubles. The entire afternoon had been spent in fixing the tree up, Mom wearing a charcoal grey Alpha Chi sorority sweatshirt over a white blouse, a knee length skirt and black shoes, while I was wearing a white short sleeved blouse, red trousers with a lighter dot pattern, and white deck shoes.
Anyway – as I said, we had put the tree up, and as I got up from where I was kneeling Mom said she would go and get me a drink of milk. I nodded as I looked at the tree – and then turned round as Mom came back in.
With a woman wearing a set of orange coveralls, and a kitchen knife in her hand. She looked at me, and told me to sit on the long seat with my hands on my lap. Mom nodded and said I could have my drink when I did so, so I sat down and took the glass from her while she sat next to me.
The girl said she was sorry, but she needed a place to ‘lay low’ for a couple of hours, and she had to make sure we could not tell anyone she was there. I saw she had a new washing line Mom had bought the other day when out shopping, and as I drank my milk she cut the line into smaller lengths, and then used one of them to tie Mom’s wrists behind her back. I’d seen it in films at the drive-in when Mom and Pops had taken me.
Mom smiled and said that we would both be all right, as the girl took the glass from my hand, and then guided my arms behind my back. I felt the line on my wrists as she tied it round them – it felt funny, but it didn’t hurt.
She then knelt down in front of us, and tied my ankles together as well as my legs below my knees. It twisted my legs round as she did the same to Mom, and then at me on her lap before she used the last of the washing line to tie us together round our waists.
I rested my head on Mom’s chest, not afraid, but curious as to what was going to happen now. The girl looked at us, then rubbed my head before she went to the kitchen, and came back with two white napkins from the table. Rolling one of them into a band, she asked me to open my mouth, and as I did so she pulled the band between my lips, pressing my tongue down as she tied the band around my head. I looked up and watched as she did the same to Mom, her red lips closing over the white cloth.
She left us sitting on the couch, while she went up the stairs, and we both heard the water running upstairs. I looked up at Mom, but she was as confused as me, so she kissed my forehead and we both waited.
Eventually the girl came back down, wearing one of Mom’s dresses, and thanked us for the clothes and the money, before she left us to wait for Pop to come home…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Fri Aug 11, 2017 1:48 am

1977
Mummy was a dancer on a television show, and was sometimes in the papers. Maybe that’s why what happened happened, but it was scary and exciting at the same time – if that is possible. I was eleven years old at the time, and it all started when Mummy and I went for a walk in Hyde Park.
Now I liked to dress like Mummy, and that day we were dressed in the same way. It was an autumn day, so we were dressed for the cold. Mummy had on a mustard coloured woollen jumper, with a long skirt made of brown tweed, and brown suede boots that had a square heel. Over all that she was wearing an olive coloured cape with a hood, fastened at her neck with a tie string.
As for me, I had on a chocolate brown jumper, and a skirt in the same style and colour as Mummy, with long black leather boots. My cape was the same colour as my skirt.
Anyway, we were walking along the path when two men walked up beside us. They were wearing long coats, fastened up against the wind, and dark glasses, and Mummy smiled at both of them as they came alongside us. She then looked again at the one next to her, and said to me that we were going to go into the tress for a few minutes – and I wasn’t to be afraid.
I was going to ask her what was going on – but the man next to me out his arm round me, and I was guided or forced, depending on how you look at it, to go into a group of trees with Mummy. That was when the man showed me the gun, and told me I had to be quiet.
Mummy put her hands on my shoulder, and told me I had to be very brave while the man who was with me lifted my cape up, and took my hands behind my back. I could feel some sort of rope on them as they were forced to stay together, and I saw that the other man was doing the same thing to Mummy, before he let her cape drop so that it looked as if her hands were behind her back.
He then took a wide roll of clear tape from his coat pocket, and tore a strip off before he pressed it down on Mummy’s mouth, smoothing it down so that when you looked at her, it was as if nothing was there. He then did the same to me, before the two men made us walk with them back onto the path.
I was too scared to do anything except go with them as we were walked towards a large black car, the men making me and Mummy sit in the back before one of them sat and looked at us, and the other got into the driver’s seat.
Mummy looked at me, and then pressed her lips onto my head, as we were driven off. I could not see where we were going – the windows were blacked out, and a screen went up between us and the driver – but Mummy was being brave, and if Mummy could be brave, so could I.
After a while, the car stopped, and the door was opened as the man told me and Mummy to get out. As we did, we saw we were in a garage, and we were forced to walk in to a large room with boarded up windows. Once we were in there, they removed our capes and peeled the clear tape away from our mouths, before they made us sit down on an old leather couch.
Mummy asked why they were doing this, but the two men just knelt in front of us, and used brown rope to tie our ankles tightly together. My boots made a funny squeaky noise as they were made to rub together, and when I looked at Mummy I saw the ropes sink into the soft material of her boots.
They then folded our skirts up and tied our legs together below our knees, then folded the skirts back. Mumm told me I was been very brave, and I blushed as they then took out two very long lengths of rope and walked behind us.
I saw one of them pass the rope round my body from behind, before they pulled tight and my arms were forced against my body. I watched as he wound it round me again and again, and then he tied it off behind me. I looked at Mummy, and saw the two bands of rope round her body as she wriggled round, her jumper stretched over it.
One of the men then went and got two glasses of milk with straws, so that Mummy sand me could have a drink. I was glad of that – it felt funny not been able to move my arms, but I was more thirsty than scared by this time.
The man said we were going to stay there for a while, but we needed to be quiet. As the other one turned the radio on, he took a roll of sticking plaster, tore a strip off and pressed it over my mouth. It felt different from the clear tape, but I really could not talk – and neither could Mumm when he did the same to her.
The men left us to listen on the radio, as I put my head on Mummy’s chest, and I felt her covered lips press down on my head as we listened to the music. I must have fallen asleep at some pint however – because I woke up to hear someone shouting, and then two policemen looking at me and Mummy.
When we got home, Mummy told me the men were trying to get money for our safe return, but someone had seen us been taken away, took a note of the car number plate, and called the police. I was very glad they did – but it was still an experience…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by hafnermg » Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:16 pm

These are fun! Keep up the good work!

### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Aug 17, 2017 4:14 am

1985
Mummy and me were doing the weekly shopping at Templetons on that Saturday morning when I was eleven. Mum had dark hair cut short, and wore large glasses, while I had lovely long light brown hair.
It was in October, so I was wearing a plush red V-necked sweater over a white blouse, a knee length blue tartan skirt made of wool, long black socks and flat black shoes. Mummy had on her each coloured jacket and long skirt, and under her jacket she had a V-necked tank top over a light brown blouse, with a little strip of material tied in a bow at her throat and under the collar. She was wearing dark tights I remember, with brown shoes that had a small heel.
We filled out trolley, me helping to put things in, paid for the groceries and then pushed the trolley out to the car park. It was as we got to our car that I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder, and a strange man say “don’t do anything, lady – just carry on walking to your car, both of you.”
Mummy turned to look at me, and I could see she was scared as I felt something pointy against my back. She nodded as we walked to the car, and she unlocked the doors before opening the boot as the grip stayed firmly on my shoulder.
“What do you want,” she said as she closed the boot.
“Get behind the wheel – I’m going to sit in the back with your little girl.”
Mummy nodded as she opened the door, and I got in – then got a look at the man. He had short greying hair, and was wearing a denim jacket and jeans – and he had a knife in his hand. Mummy got in the front, as he said “will there be anybody at your house?”
“No,” Mummy said, and she was right – Daddy was away for a week with his work.
“Good – drive home, nice and casually, and do nothing to raise the alarm.”
I saw Mummy nod as we drove off, and he looked at me. “You too kid – no screaming or anything, understand?”
I nodded as we drove out of the car park, Mummy looking in the rear view mirror as I tried not to cry. I was scared – really scared – but I knew I had to do as I was told. We lived in a new estate outside of town, in a detached house that had a covered area to the side where we parked the car – so when we got home, Mummy drove under it and turned the engine off.
“Good – very slowly, get out and open the door,” the man said as he looked at the kitchen door, “then wait.” I watched as Mummy did that, and then the man opened the door, getting out as he motioned to me to follow him. I did so, then stood as he watched Mummy take the bags into the kitchen, before we followed her in and he closed the door.
“Good,” he said as he looked round, “got any duct tape?”
“In the drawer,” Mummy said quietly.
“Give it to me.”
She opened the drawer and took out the roll of silver tape, then handed it to him, watching as he took my hands behind my back and taped my wrists together. He then took the tape round my arms and tummy, before he said “sit down kid – your Mummy is going to put the food away, and then she’s going to cook something for me to eat.”
“Do as he says, dear,” Mummy said to me, as I sat down and watched as she put the groceries away. As she did this, he knelt down and taped my ankles together, then taped my lap to the seat of the chair. The last thing he did was put some tape over my mouth, before he sat down and watched both of us.
Mummy cooked him some bacon and eggs, and made him a hot drink, then he made her sit in another chair and taped her wrists and ankles together as well. As he ate, Mummy asked him who he was, and why he was doing this.
He told us he had escaped from the prison that was nearby, and we were just unlucky – he needed a change of clothing, food and money, but if we did as we were told he would not hurt us. Mummy looked at me and nodded, then asked if he would take the tape off my mouth.
He shook his head – and instead tore a strip of tape from the roll and pressed it over Mummy’s mouth! She looked at me, and then shook her head as we both watched him finish the meal. He then washed the dishes, before he cut me free from the seat and told us both to stand up, then go into the front room.
Mummy was told to sit in one of the armchairs, and I watched as she jumped over and sat herself down. The man then picked me up in his arms and sat me down on Mummy’s lap, before he used the tape again to tape me to Mummy around our tummies, and our legs, then made Mummy shuffle back so that she was against the chair back, and I was against her.
He turned the television on – and then left us there, first pulling the telephone wire out of the wall. We watched him walking up the stairs, and then we heard water running. Mummy leaned over and pressed her taped mouth on my head, and we were left to watch the black and white film that was on.
It was as the film finished that the man came back in – wearing some of Daddy’s clothes. He took his knife and cut the tape off us, before he told us to walk upstairs with him. We still had the tape over our mouths, as Mummy went first, then me, then him.
When we got to the top of the stairs, we went into my room and he told me to change into a set of pyjamas. Mummy nodded, so I put on a pair of pink pyjamas, before he told me to put my hands behind my back again. This time, he used a pair of Mummy’s tights to tie my wrists together, and then passed the legs round my tummy, tying them together in front of me.
We walked then into Mummy’s bedroom, where he told her to get changed as well. I watched as she took off her clothes and put on a long white nightdress, before he tied her wrists behind her back with more tights, and then tied the legs round her tummy as well.
He then told us to lie down on Mummy and Daddy’s bed, on our tummies – and after we did so, I felt him tying my ankles together, as well as my legs. I looked back, and saw ne was using Mummy’s scarves to do that, a red and a green one. He took two more – a black and a white one – and tied Mummy’s ankles and legs as well, before we rolled onto our sides and looked at each other.
He said he was sorry, and just to lie still, before he left the room. I heard him round own the stairs, and then out of the house, as Mummy looked at me and started to rub the side of her cheek on the covers. I wondered at first what he was doing, and then I saw that the edge of the tape that was over her mouth was coming loose -and with each rub, it was coming away more and more, until she was able to take it completely off!
She said she was sorry this had happened, and then started to shout out for help. It took a little while before someone heard us and came to investigate, but I was so happy when they did so…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Aug 24, 2017 3:40 am

1976
That long hot summer will never be forgotten – and neither will we forget the day we all ended up on the floor of our living room, unable to move or speak for an hour.
Dad and my Uncle Joe had gone fishing, leaving me at home with my sister Dot, Mum, Aunt Kay and her son Jack. We had planned to go to a party later, and before that day we’d all decided – well, we decided with Mum, Mum told Aunt Kay, and Kay made sure Jack toed the line – that we would wear the same sort of clothes.
And the design for the day was red check on white – so both Dot and I were wearing sleeveless dresses with white socks and red deck shoes. I was eleven at the time, and wore glasses, my strawberry blonde hair long – Dot had light blonde hair cut into a bob.
Mum was wearing the same style of dress as us, but with red heels – and when Aunt Kay came, we saw she had the same outfit on as well. As for Jack – he had on a shirt in the same pattern, but with grey shorts, white socks and off-white trainers.
So, as I said, the plan was we were all going to go to a party, but Mum chased Jack, Dot and me into the back garden, saying she needed to talk to Aunt Kay for a few minutes. We sat on the back porch, talking about what we were going to do when we got to the party, before Aunt Kay came to the door and said we had to come in.
Jack looked at her and asked if something was wrong – and she did seem a bit upset about something, but she smiled and said we just had to come in. As we did so, I saw she closed the back door and locked it – but that wasn’t the big shock. That was the man who was standing in the kitchen, wearing a blue boiler suit and black gloves. He also had a balaclava pulled down over his head, so that we could only see his eyes, and a gun in his hand. I thought at first it was a toy one, but Aunt Kay was scared.
I remember he asked if that was all of us, and she nodded as he told us to walk into the front room, with our hands on our heads. As we did so, we saw there was a second masked man in the room, and he was standing behind Mum, doing something as she stood with her hands behind her back.
He looked at all three of us, and told us we were to do what he and his friend told us to do – starting with sitting on the long couch, and keeping our hands on our heads. As walked over, Jack saw the first man pull Aunt Kay’s hands behind her back, and told him not to hurt his mummy.
He laughed as he pulled a long piece of cord from his pocket, and I realised they were tying Mum and Aunt Kay’s wrists together behind their backs. So I told Jack not to worry, and to be very brave like both of us, as we sat down and watched.
When the men had finished, they told Mum and Aunt Kay to sit on the floor back to back. They had pulled the curtains across the windows, so it was dark and warm inside as we watched them sit down, and then the men took more cords, and tied their ankles together. Dot nudged me and asked if I thought they were going to do the same to us – and I nodded, before saying it would be all right, and we would all be the same.
I saw they wrapped the cords round and between their legs, and then did the same with a longer piece round their legs. For a moment, I wondered where they got the cords – but then I saw a big black bag on the floor…
As the two men stood up, one of them looked at us and asked what they were going to do. The second man went to the bag, and took out more cords, before telling us all to lean forward and put our hands behind our backs. As we did so, he walked behind the couch, and started with me. I felt him put my hands together, and then the cord as he tied it tightly round and between my bare wrists. It hurt a little as he pulled it tight, but I wasn’t going to show him I was afraid, and I told Dot and Jack to let him do the same to them.
Mum told us we were very brave, Aunt Kay nodding in agreement as I heard Dot starting to cry while the man tied her wrists. Nudging her, I smiled and said we’d make a game of it, and not to be upset. Jack nodded in agreement as he tied his wrists, and then told us to sit still.
The second man then knelt in front of us, and started to tie our ankles and legs, while his friend took more cords from the bag and tied Mum to Aunt Kay at their elbows, and then at their upper arms. I tried to twist m crossed ankles and move then as the man moved to Dot, but it was no good – they were too tightly tied.
Once all three of us had our legs tied, one of the men went up the stairs, while the other one sat and watched us. I knew we might get bored, so I asked him if he would turn the television on – which he did, putting it on BBC 2 as we watched an old film. Mum and Aunt Kay moved their heads round, watching us and the television in turn.
When the man came back down, I saw he had three of Mum’s scarves, and a pair of my long white sports socks. He passed those to the second man, who stood behind Jack and told him to open his mouth. When he eventually did, he pulled one of the socks between his lips, and tied the ends together at the back of his head.
As he was doing this, the second man had rolled up Mum’s black scarf, and was pulling it between her lips as well, tying the ends together under her hair at the back of her neck. Dot said she didn’t want the sock in her mouth, but I told her not to worry, and Jack nodded as well as she had the second sock pulled between her teeth, and Aunt Kay a green headscarf tied round her head.
The man then rolled up a red scarf, and walked behind me before he told me to open my mouth. I could feel the silk on my tongue as he pulled it between my teeth, and tied it tightly round my head – and it may sound strange, but I was proud of the fact O had a scarf like Mum and Aunt Kay, and the others socks.
But we could only mumble as the men left us, taking the bag with them. I sat for a few minutes, and then Play Away came on, and I started to try and sing along. Dot and Jack looked at me, the sock getting damp and grey, before they joined in as well, and even Mum and Aunt Kay tried to sing.
The room was hot and stuffy, though, and Dot started to fall asleep with Jack as I felt the sweat on my body. I was never more glad than when our neighbour came in, having seen the open door, and raised the alarm….
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Sep 21, 2017 5:46 am

1982
Katy was coming home with me to the farm after school, so that she could see the new baby lambs that had arrived. So when the bell rang, we went and put our parkas on. I was wearing a blue denim dress with a light brown jumper underneath, red tights and red wellies which were tied at the front, and Katy a blue blouse, brown skirt and black wellies.
Mum was waiting in the old jeep as we ran out and jumped in the back – we live on one of the Hebrides Islands you see, and we need to drive a few miles each day to and from school. IT’s a place where you knew everyone – which made what happened all the more scary in a way.
It took us about twenty minutes to get home, and as Mum went into the farmhouse with our coats I took Katy to look at the new born lambs. We stood for a good twenty minutes in the barn, looking at them as they suckled on their mothers, Katy’s smile as big as the moon.
It was as we were about to go back in that I heard the noise in the back of the barn, and we went to see what it was, thinking it was Dad. It wasn’t – it was an older man, with a scruffy beard and old clothing, who looked at both of us as if we had seen something we should not have.
Katy turned and was going to scream, but he grabbed her and put his big hand over her mouth, telling me to be quiet as well or he would hurt both of us. Well, we were too scared to do anything other than nod, as he told us both to sit on an old bale of hay. As we did this, he picked up a ball of baling twine, and knelt in front of us, making Katy put her hands together as he wound the twine around and between them, and then around and between her ankles.
He did the same to me, and as we sat there, and tried to move our legs we heard our wellies squeaking. He had been there for some time – there was empty tins around – but he gathered what he had up into a bag. Before he left, however, he took two rags and stuffed them into our mouths, so that we could not call out for help.
He just left us there – we had no idea who he was, or why her had done this. Because the twine was between our wrists and ankles, we could not stand up or jump away, and the cloths meant we could not even call for help.
We just had to wait until Mum came to see what had happened to us – and even then it took a while for her to hear us trying to call for help. When she did find us, she cut us free and pulled the cloths from our mouth, hugged us and took us back into the farmhouse, giving us hot cocoa as she called for Mister McGregor to come round.
They never found who the man was, or where he went…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Sep 21, 2017 5:47 am

1958
Mater and I had been to the theatre to see a matinee show of My Fair Lady – Rex Harrison and Julie Andrews were magnificent – and our driver had us back at our Belgravia home for six o’clock that evening. Mater was wearing a red velvet dress, with a gathered waist and brown fur cuffs on the sleeves, while I had one a red dress of the same material. While her dress covered her ankles, mine came to just below my knees, with elbow length sleeves and a white belt. We both her on red leather shoes with a small heel as well.
He let us out of the car and watched as we walked up to the front door before he drove off – but as soon as we walked in, we wished he had stayed, because the next thing that happened as Mater closed the door was a hand pressed firmly over my mouth, and a deep male voice telling Mater not to scream, but to do exactly what he said.
I saw how scared she was – and I was scared as well. The hand was large, and covered my mouth, but the skin was soft even if the man was strong. Mater looked behind me, then slowly nodded and asked what the man was going to do. He was quite brazen about it – he said he was going to take Mater’s jewellery, and he had to make sure that to only could we not stop him doing that, but that we could not raise the alarm as well. He then asked if we were both going to behave, and do as he said.
Mater nodded, and looking at me she told me we would do what he said, and not make him angry. I nodded to show my agreement as he said we should go into the front parlour, and that Mater should draw the curtains over the window. I was made to walk with him as she did so, and then turned on the light as he told her to sit at one end of our recliner, then told me to sit at the other end.
I sat down, my hands on my lap, my ankles together and to the side, just as Mater had taught me, as I got my first look at him. He was well dressed – smart suit, shirt, tie, but also with a stocking pulled down over his head. There was a small leather valise in his hand, and as he placed it on the coffee table and opened it I was lengths of rope inside.
Taking one, he told us both to sit with our hands together in prayer, and as we complied he tied the rope around Mater’s wrists, forcing them to stay together, and then he tied a second length around my wrists. I confess, it felt funny on my skin, but it did not hurt too much, and when he was done I could not move my wrists apart.
He then knelt down with another length of rope, and tied my ankles tightly together, taking the rope around and between my legs to make sure they were secured as well, but he did not do the same to Mater. What he did do was tell her to stand up, and tied some rope round her waist which meant she could not move her wrists away from her body at all.
Another, longer length of rope appeared, and he tied that round my upper arms, so that they were held firmly to my sides, before he said he was going to make sure I kept quiet now. Mater asked how, as he took out of his bag a length of white cloth, and told me to open my mouth. II did so, and he pulled the cloth between my lips, wrapping it round my head a couple of times so that when I bit down I could taste the cotton, before he tied the ends together at the base of my neck. Putting a cushion on the arm of the recliner, he then helped me to lie down on my side, making sure my skirt kept me covered, and told me to stay still as he took/Mater out of the room- presumably to take her jewels.
I lay there, too scared to move and unable to talk, until after a little while he brought Mater back. She had one of hr headscarves tied round her head and between her lips, as he made her sit in the armchair and knelt down, tying her ankles together and then to the front leg of the chair. Picking up his bag, he waved at both of us and left us to try and call for help.
I tried to reach the cloth in my mouth, but the way he had tied my arms, I could not reach my hands up – and Mater certainly could not. It was another hour before Pater came home and found us, then released us and gave us both big reassuring hugs…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Sep 21, 2017 5:48 am

1976
Swish. Swish – it’s a funny word isn’t it? Sounds like a soft, nice sound – but what was making the noise that afternoon was not that nice, not really. As I looked at Mum and Katy, we were all thinking the same thing, but couldn’t put words to it. Even if we could, given the mustard coloured cloth pulled up over our mouths, and what lay under that cloth, we couldn’t say it. Not really.
I was eleven when this happened, and Katy eight. I had long light brown hair, and Katy wavy blonde hair the same shade as Mum. Bear in mind this was the seventies when I say we liked to dress like Mum - and this day, that meant we all had on the same outfit. And that was a mustard coloured turtleneck sweater, and an olive green top over that which had short cuffed sleeves and a waist belt and matching bellbottom pants. Both made from corduroy, thank you very much. Katy and I were wearing black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, and Mummy black boots.
So, we were identically dressed, and we were playing a game of Monopoly when there was a knock on the door. I had just landed on Mayfair, and wanted to buy it, but she asked me to wait for a minute while she went to see who was there.
She went to the door, I took a drink of my juice – and then she was pushed back into the room by a big man, who wore a scarf round the lower part of his face. He had a brown leather jacket and jeans on, and as Mummy almost fell on the floor I saw a gun in his hand.
A second man came in, wearing dark glasses and a black leather jacket, and looked at us as he told us to be quiet, and not to try and shout or move. Well, Katy and I were too scared to do anything, as the second man put a bag on the seat, opened it, and took out rope.
Lots and lots of rope. Mummy was telling them not to do this, but she was told to shut up, before we were all told to kneel in front of our long couch. She looked at us, told us to do as they said, and joined us as we knelt down.
The first man stood to the side, watching us with the gun in his hand as we heard the second man kneel behind us, and then he took my hands behind my back. I wondered what he was gong it do, and then I felt the rope on my wrists as he started to tie then together. He was strong, and I was scared, so I tried not to say anything as he wrapped the rope around and between my arms, pulling it tighter with each pass.
I could see Katy looking at me, so I told her not to worry, it didn’t really hurt, it just felt funny. She nodded as the man moved over and took her hands behind her back as well, Mummy and me watching as the man crossed and tied her wrists together. As he went to bind Mummy’s wrists, she asked again what they wanted, and the man watching us just said she would find out later.
The second man then took a really long length of rope from the bag, and passed it round my arms and body, pulling it tight so that my arms were forced into my side. He wound it several times round me, in two bands, so that my top was stretched and my arms held to my sides, and then he made it even tighter by passing it under one arm, up and around the back of my neck, then under the other arm before tying it off at my back.
Mummy was pleading with them not to do this, but it wasn’t that bad – like a tight hug, as I told Katy as the man did it to her. I noticed something else – as I wriggled round, I made that funny swish sound I mentioned, but I was still afraid…
The man did the same to Mummy, before he helped her to stand up. I saw on her how the ropes sat above and below her chest, and wondered how it looked on me and Katy – but then I felt my ankles been crossed, and the second man binding them tightly together, his hands stroking my legs as he did so.
The first man told Mummy to come with him, and he’d bring her down later, as he took her arm and walked her out. Katy asked where Mummy was going, as the man tied her ankles together, but he said not to worry – we were very brave girls, and we would see her soon.
I watched as he stood up and picked up two cushions from the couch, before he placed them on the floor. He told us not to struggle then as he took from the bag a roll of brown sticking plaster, tore off two strips, and pressed them firmly over our mouths. I could feel it pulling on the skin round my lips, but the really scary thing was I found I couldn’t even talk now – and never could Katy. He then pulled the necks of our jumpers up to cover our mouths, before he helped us to each to lie on the floor with our heads on the cushions.
We looked at each other as he took four more lengths of rope from the bag, and used one each to tie our legs together below our knees, then pulled our ankles back and used the other ropes to tie them to the ropes round our arms and bodies. It felt really strange now, as he told us to lie still and not to struggle – because if we did, it would not be very nice.
So we just had to lie there, Katy occasionally trying to move her legs and wriggling round, before we heard footsteps and Mummy came back in – the neck of her jumper also lifted up and covering her mouth. She looked at us, but as she tried to talk I guessed she also had the sticking plaster over her mouth, as she was helped to lie faced own on the couch, and her legs tied in the same way as ours.
She rolled onto our side and watched us as the two men left, and we heard the front door close. It was two hours before Daddy came home and found us…
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### Re: After School Stories

Post by KP Presents » Thu Sep 21, 2017 5:49 am

1979
Ruth looks as if she is too scared to do anything – and I have to admit, I do know how she feels. It happened so quickly, we didn’t have time or a chance to stop it happening…
Looking down my legs, I can see the two bands of rope, holding my ankles together and my legs below my knees. The men had tied the rope really tightly, around and between them, one band sitting on top of my brown leather boots, the other on top but under the turned up cuffs of my jeans. Every time I try to move them, there’s a squeak, wither leather on leather or rope on leather.
As for my hands, they’re behind my back, my wrists tied together in the same way as my ankles, and there are bands of rope around my upper body, holding my arms against my sides and framing my breasts. I may be only twelve, but the way they’ve pulled back my denim waistcoat, and the ropes have stretched my checked blouse over them…
Maria and me had come home with Ruth to work on our science project - her dad was working at his store, but her mum knew we were coming back for a while. She hadn’t been able to warn us when we came in – all we knew was the deep voice, telling us all to lie face down on the floor and put our hands behind our backs.
I tried again to find the knot at my wrists with my fingers, but it was well out of my reach, so I looked over at Maria. We were sitting on opposite sides of the room, in front of armchairs, Maria looking back through her large glasses. She was tied in the same way as me, the ropes pressing on her bare arms and her red top, as well as round her white pants. The legs of her pants were tucked into her red leather boots, and they squeaked as well as she tried to move them.
As for Ruth – when they had tied our wrists and ankles, they had made me and Maria kneel, bound our arms, then made us sit on the floor in front of the seats before they bound our legs. Ruth’s mother was watching – she was wearing a yellow blouse and skirt, and black boots, but her wrists and arms were already tied when we came in. She was pleading with the men not to hurt us, that we would behave – but they were having none of it.
There were three of them, it turned out – all of them in dark clothes, with masks covering their faces, and leather gloves. When they were finished with both of us, they made Ruth stand up, bound her arms, and then made her lle on the couch before they finished securing her.
I looked over at her, as she stared back and tried to move. The ropes were visible on her black velvet waistcoat and pants, but they seemed to blend in with the sleeves of her silver blouse. She was wearing brown suede knee length boots, which they had tied the rope over at the ankles and the legs as they did with both of us.
One of the men made her mother call her dad, and then two of them had taken her upstairs while the third watched us. He did something else first – rolled up three black bandanas, tied knots in the them, and then pushed the knots into our mouths before tying the band round our heads, trapping our long hair against our heads as he did so.
Ruth was trying to talk, to say something, but it was coming out as a low mumbling, as the knot in her mouth got darker. It was soaking up her saliva – it certainly was for me, because my mouth felt very dry…
We could hear Ruth’s mother as well up the stairs – her voice was muffled as well, but she seemed to be crying. That was making Ruth cry as well, so I shuffled over so that I was sitting next to her, and tried to say “don’t cry – we’ll all be all right.”
What came out was “dntntcrereeelnllrht,” but she nodded to show she understood as she looked at me. Maria shuffled over as well, the masked man watching in case we tried to free each other. But we weren’t going to do that – not so long as they were there.
The telephone ringing took all three of us by surprise – but one of the men came down the stairs, picked it up, listened, and then pulled the wire from the wall. He called up the stairs, before all three walked out of the house, and we were left alone, the dim light coming through the drawn curtains.
Maria slumped down, starting to cry and I looked at Ruth, and tried to tell her to roll over. She took a while to understand, but then she rolled onto her other side, as I saw her crossed and bound wrists and her long fingers. Somehow, I managed to get into a kneeling position, and then put my cheek next to her hands, trying to get her to hook her fingers under the bandana.
Eventually, she managed to do that, and pull the gag out of my mouth. I felt the wet knot of cotton on my chest, and took a moment to get my own breath back, before I started to try and work the knot loose on her wrists with my teeth.
Before I got very far, however, we all heard the screech of tyres outside, and then two policemen ran in. they looked at us, and one of them ungagged both Ruth and Maria as the other one ran up the stairs. He returned a little while later with Ruth’s mother, as her dad came in and hugged her. Turned out another man had come to their store and ribbed them, and we were being held hostage to make him do that.
Still scares me when I think about it…
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