Fall 1966 - New Rules - Story Complete!!!!

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:45 am

Hello. Sorry for the delay of posting this story, but I have been very busy lately, so I can't keep up with the rate that I have been posting stories and chapters since I started to tell my stories again beginning on September last year.

Anyway, this story begins were the last left off. With my left arm injured after an accident while playing a tie-up game.

I hope you enjoy this story!!!
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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Part I posted

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Feb 03, 2011 8:47 am

Fall 1966

New Rules

Part I

The Meeting
(m/m)



In the last story, my plan to win our game ground to a screeching halt when I sustained an accident in the course of the game. Luckily, I wasn’t tied up when the accident occurred, or we would have been banned from playing tie up games.

Andrew (10), my older brother, had called a meeting at our house the day after the accident. Well, he really didn’t need to call it, because all of them went over Sunday afternoon, after church, to look at me and encourage me. Except for the fact that I can’t use my left arm, I was okay by then, and I was enjoying the special treatment that was given to those who were handicapped.

It was during a particular moment when all eight of us who actively participated in our tie up games were in my room. I was sitting on the chair besides the study table, and all of the others were at various parts of the room. They were my brother Andrew (10), his best friend David (10), my close friend Frank (9), my cousin Donald (9), who apologized every few minutes (which got annoying), the twins Chester and Jay (10) who went to visit for curiosity’s sake (they haven’t seen me during the day of the accident) as well as to wish me luck, and my sister Betty’s best friend Angela (10), who was tied up during my accident.

In addition, my sister Betty (8) and my cousin and Donald’s younger sister Maggie (8), and Henry (8), Angela’s younger brother and another close friend of mine, was present.

So it was a really crowded room. It didn’t have to be crowded but Andrew insisted on having this meeting at my room.

Andrew spoke first. He talked about what happened and that in connection to this, he proposed a change of rules.

In our old rules, in our regular games, captures can only be made by force, meaning you have to jump someone, or force someone to surrender by weight of numbers. And you don’t have to surrender at any point—you can choose to struggle even if you are severely outnumbered. Of course, in recent games, it was common to simply give up when two would-be captors got the drop on one victim, or even in some cases, three captors to two victims. Yet it was voluntary. If two people jumped on you, and you struggled, and you got free as a result (unlikely), you were scot-free. The only requirement was that you don’t hurt each other.

Andrew proposed that in the light of what had happened to change the rules. Instead of struggling, each captor would use a water gun and squirt his would-be victim, and the victim would have to surrender. We were already familiar to the concept of capture by water gun, because we already used that rule in various other games like Cops and Robbers and our recent Commando game. However, Andrew was proposing that it apply to all tie-up situations. And he proposed that in no instance would struggling be allowed. If someone, for example, got the drop on one and grabbed that person and the one who bear hugged has no pistol, the one grabbed has to surrender. And if two people announced to a third that he was their captive, the would-be captive should surrender immediately.

In light of my accident, all of us immediately accepted the new rules. Of course, not all issues that would potentially arise out of the new rules were resolved or even aired, but experience with our games after this would supply us with the needed answers.

***

The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Having my left arm in a sling meant that I was given special treatment by people at my school. I was right handed, so I was able to write. As a result, school wasn’t too difficult. I was helped by my classmates and teachers in various activities, so I wasn’t in too bad a condition.

Rather, my mind was on the various possibilities of using the new rules to my advantage. It meant that I could capture two or more captives without help. Suddenly, a plan began to formulate in my head. I didn’t consult my team mates—I would capture them on my own, and I’d only call the others when I have them all. Because of my condition, nobody expected any tie up games during the next weekend.

***

It was Saturday afternoon a week after my accident in the middle of a chilly October. Angela, as usual, was at our house playing with Betty, Maggie, and Louise (9), who came over that day with Angela. My brothers Barney (7) and John (6) were at Angela’s house playing with Angela’s brother Henry (8).

It was too cold outside, so we played indoors. Donald was stuck doing homework at their home, but indicated that he would come over as soon as he was finished. Frank, David, and the twins were at their respective homes.

So it was me, Andrew, the girls, and my younger brothers who were at home. My father was in our library reading some newspapers, while Mom was busy with housework. We already did our share of chores in the morning, so we were free to have fun that afternoon. My brother was reading a book in his room, and normally, I would have done the same.

In my room, I pocketed my toy handcuffs and picked up a water gun with my good hand—my right—and walked straight up to Andrew’s room. I knocked.

He opened the door, and was surprised to see me point the water gun at him. I immediately gave him a small squirt.

“Got you,” I said.

Andrew blinked. He obviously cannot believe that this was happening. Nonetheless, he raised his hands. “Okay, you got me,” he said, smiling. “I can’t believe you have the guts to try and catch me when you’re like this.”

“Oh shut up,” I said. “Don’t say a word to warn Angela,” I warned.

“I won’t. I want to see the look on her face when she’s captured,” my brother laughed.

“Okay. Get your bag with the ropes and handkerchiefs and the rest of the stuff,” I said.

My brother dutifully got his tie-up bag from his closet.

“Now get the rope and tie your feet… no wait, go downstairs, pick up the phone, and call David,” I ordered.

“And what makes you think I’d do all that,” Andrew asked.

“Because you’re my captive, and you will follow my orders,” I asserted.

“It’s okay with me, but when I get you next time, you’ll have to follow my orders too.”

“Fair enough. Now do it!” I snapped.

We went downstairs to where the phone was. My free hand kept a tight grip on the water gun and kept it pointed towards my brother.

He quickly called David. He said that David absolutely must come! He has something to show him! It was a really good act.

“He’ll come,” my brother said to me after he put the phone down.

“Thanks,” I said. He didn’t have to do that, and I can’t force him to call his friend if Andrew really didn’t want to, so I was grateful.

He nodded, and we sat on the couch of the living room. We chatted while we waited for David to arrive.

A few minutes later, we heard a knock on the door. Andrew answered it, and David entered. I quickly stood up, and before he knew what was happening, I shot him with a stream of water.

David looked at me, confused.

“You’re my prisoner now,” I announced.

“He’s right. I’m captured too. Remember our new rules?” my brother reminded his friend.

“Oh I see. So you called me here just to be captured? Some friend you are!” David said.

Andrew laughed. “What can I do? I’m his captive, I’ve got to do what Tom says or I’ll get wet again!”

David then laughed. “Okay, okay. Okay Tom, Andrew and I are your captives.”

“Good,” I said. “Andrew, get some rope from your bag and tie-up David’s hands. And make it good. I’ll know if you’re sandbagging it.”
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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Part I posted

Postby hafnermg » Thu Feb 03, 2011 10:43 pm

And another great adventure begins! I can't wait for when you get to the story of Betty's first tie up! After all she has done so far she is so gonna get it! Also, don't worry about taking so long, when it comes to great writers like you it's worth the wait. Besides, I don't honestly think anyone has a write to complain about how long it takes to write a story because those who don't write and just read really have no idea how difficult and time consuming it can be to write something; especially something as good as you, Jennifer, and others write. Sorry for rambling but I get tired of authors apologizing for the wait just to mollify people when they shouldn't have too. I can't wait for the next installment!!

Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Part I posted

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:57 am

hafnermg wrote:And another great adventure begins! I can't wait for when you get to the story of Betty's first tie up! After all she has done so far she is so gonna get it! Also, don't worry about taking so long, when it comes to great writers like you it's worth the wait. Besides, I don't honestly think anyone has a write to complain about how long it takes to write a story because those who don't write and just read really have no idea how difficult and time consuming it can be to write something; especially something as good as you, Jennifer, and others write. Sorry for rambling but I get tired of authors apologizing for the wait just to mollify people when they shouldn't have too. I can't wait for the next installment!!


I agree! Good start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Fall 1966 - New Rules - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Feb 06, 2011 7:09 am

Thanks to hafnermg and again, sarumansauron for the kind comments. Here's part II.

Fall 1966

New Rules

Part II

New Captives
(m/mf)


David put his hands behind him. Andrew took a long white rope and wound it around his friend’s wrists then cinched it tight. He wound the long trailing ends of the wrist ropes around the belt loops of his pants before knotting it tight in front.

“Hey, not so tight. Whose side are you on?” David said.

“Tom will shoot if I don’t do a good job,” Andrew replied. “Shall I gag him too, Thomas?”

I nodded.

Andrew took a bandana and fashioned a knot in its center. He was about to tie it around David’s head when I interrupted him.

“Oh for God’s sake! Stuff his mouth first!” I ordered.

My brother quickly took a handkerchief from his pocket, wadded it into a tiny ball, and popped it in David’s mouth. He then put the knot of the bandana into David’s mouth, pushing the wad deeper into his mouth, and pulled and tied tight the ends behind his head.

“Andrew, pick up the bag, and both of you, march towards my room,” I ordered.

Both of them obeyed me.

When we reached my room, I ordered Andrew to remove David’s shoes and socks and for David to lie face down on my bed. Andrew and David did as I said.

“Tie his feet and hogtie him,” I ordered my brother.

Andrew took another long rope from his bag, tied it around his ankles, tied the trailing end around David’s wrists, forcing his legs to bend 45 degrees.

I inspected Andrew’s work on David, and I was satisfied that David would not escape.

“Good job,” I merely said.

“So, what’s next?”

“I was thinking of getting Donald, but I think I’ll get Angela first,” I said. “I want you to walk with me to Betty’s room. Louise, Betty, Maggie, and Angela are there, and I’m going to simply enter the room, shoot Angela in the head, and ask her to surrender.”

“Well, you’re the one with the gun,” said Andrew as he raised his hands.

I signalled with my gun that he should move, and he lowered his hands as he left my room, with me following close behind, keeping my water gun trained at him.

We can hear the girls shout and scream as we approached the door. We entered the room to find them playing monopoly, and that Louise, I think, landed on a property of Angela with a red hotel. If I can remember, it was Boardwalk, or was it Park Place? And I was mistaken about the participants. Nancy (8) and Cathy (7), David’s sisters, were there, Nancy playing, while Cathy was watching, occasionally making a pest of herself by putting houses where they shouldn’t be.

I cleared my throat to get their attention.

They all gasped when they saw me pointing a water gun in their direction. I quickly approached Angela, who was nearest to the door, and carefully squirted a tiny amount of water on her, enough to signal her that she’s mine.

“Oh you just had to interrupt our game when I’m starting to win!” Angela pouted but raised her hand to indicate that she would play with us.

Betty was delighted. I later learned that she was the richest when we interrupted their game. “Oh let’s count the money and property and declare a winner!”

“Oh no, we’ll resume this monopoly after the tie-up game,” Angela argued. “I’m going to write what I have to ensure that I won’t be robbed while I’m gone. Betty, can you lend me a notebook?”

Angela proceeded to write her money, her properties, and the position of her metal token, and proceeded to do the same of the other players. “There, now you can’t cheat while I’m gone!”

Maggie and Betty assented to this, so Nancy and Louise had to go along.

(The girls resumed their Monopoly game after the tie-up game. Betty won, as expected.)

Angela seemed happy, then faced us boys, who just stood there and watched, and put up her hands. “Andrew, how can you let him do this to us?”

My brother just laughed. “He has a gun! What do you want me to do? Get wet?”

She sighed and raised her hands. “You are such a loser!”

“Both of you, go to my room,” I ordered.

Andrew and Angela marched to my room. I followed behind, keeping my water gun trained at them all the time. Maggie and Betty followed us, giggling and whispering to each other. Louise followed, curious of what I will do with Angela, while Nancy and Cathy remained in Betty’s room, where, I learned later, they played with some of Betty’s toys.

Angela and the others gasped when they saw David hogtied to my bed. He was looking at us with wide eyes.

“How did you tie up David with only one hand?” Angela asked.

“He didn’t,” Andrew replied. “I did.”

“What?” Angela replied.

“Well, he ordered me to!” my older brother justified.

Louise meanwhile ran out of the room when she saw David. We paid her no mind.

“Andrew, tie and gag Angela,” I ordered.

My brother looked at Angela, shrugged, and got a long piece of rope from his tie up bag.

Angela simply smiled as she put her hands behind her. As my brother was tying Angela’s hands behind her back, Louise came back with Nancy and Cathy in tow. Apparently, she went to call the two sisters.

“Look at David,” Nancy exclaimed as she pointed at her brother. “He’s all tied up.”

The two sisters went over and began inspecting the bonds holding their brother and began poking David. They teased him too, lightly scratching his face, pulling his hair but ever so gently, shaking his ears, and doing all kinds of things to annoy their big brother. Nancy even went in front of his brother’s face and stuck out her tongue, then laughed.

Meanwhile, Louise was looking in fascination at Andrew’s binding of Angela. Andrew did a basic but effective job on Angela’s hands. There was a long trail of unused rope that hung from her wrist bonds. She gave it a few tugs, and I knew by the look on her face that she isn’t getting out without help.

“Put her in the chair,” I ordered, pointing to the chair besides my study table.

Andrew pulled the chair so that it was besides the bed, and Angela sat on it. Andrew took the trailing ends, put them through the slits at the back rest of the chair, and knotted it tightly, preventing her from standing up. He took another piece of rope and tied it above her knees over the hem of her dress. He then took a long piece of rope which he used to bind her ankles tightly together. However, like her wrists, he didn’t use all the rope, so there were two long pieces that trailed from her feet. Andrew took it, pulled her ankles backwards as far as he dared under the chair, inserted the ropes through the slots at the back of the chair, then knotted it in front of her at her belly. The effect of this was that every time she pushed her feet forward, the rope would be press against her stomach. If she tried to slouch, her feet would be pulled backward.

“Wow, that’s really wicked!” Louise remarked as she looked at my brother’s elaborate ropework.

“Are you sure you aren’t on their side,” laughed Angela as she tested her bonds.

“I’m sorry, but I have no choice,” my brother said, smiling.

“Next time you capture us,” Angela said to me, “make me be the one to tie the others!”
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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Updated! Part II!

Postby xtc » Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:33 am

Fun. That sounds a rather cursory reply but what more can I say?
I presume we are to look forward to further adventures?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Updated! Part II!

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:20 am

Good continuation! Thanks! Will it be that finally you will have a victory?
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:32 am

To xtc and sarumansauron, thank you for your kind comments.

And Yes, we finally won a game!!

Fall 1966

New Rules

Part III

The End Game
(m+/m+f)


While Angela was being bound to the chair, my sister Betty and cousin Maggie rummaged my own tie up bag. Betty soon was clutching a roll of duct tape, while Maggie wadded a couple of handkerchiefs. It was obvious that they wanted to gag Angela.

“Can we gag her?” Betty asked.

“Yeah! We wanted to make her really quiet!” my cousin Maggie added.

I nodded, and Andrew stepped back to watch the show.

“Wait! You two are going to gag Angela?” asked the incredulous Louise.

“Ah huh. We always do that when they tie Angela,” Betty exclaimed as she wrapped a large bandana around the back of Angela’s head like a headscarf.

“Yup! It’s fun!” Maggie said as she stuffed two small handkerchiefs into Angela’s open mouth.

Betty then wrapped the duct tape around over her mouth and around her head about four times. The bandana protected her hair from the tape. She then pulled down the headscarf so that it didn’t anymore cover the top of her head.

Maggie put the finishing touches of the gag when she got a large handkerchief, folded it into a triangle, then tied it over the duct tape cowboy like style. Now, anyone not looking closely would not see the duct tape imprisoning her mouth.

Angela glared at the two girls, promising revenge in her eyes as soon as they can be tied up.

And she didn’t have long to wait. Betty and Maggie’s ninth birthdays were only a couple of weeks away.

Louise looked at Angela, still with wide eyes, and Nancy and Cathy turned their attention from David to Angela.

“Now what?” my brother asked me.

“Donald,” I said. “All of you, can you please get out of my room, please?”

“What are you going to do?” asked Betty.

“I’m going to call Donald and the others,” I said, “and these two would have to remain here.”

As this was my room, they respected my wishes. They all filed out of my room, even as some whined that they wanted to continue to “torture” the captives.

Andrew and I followed them outside when all of them (with the exception of David and Angela of course) were outside my room. I had earlier put my key on my pocket, so I locked my door.

“Okay, let’s go downstairs,” I said to Andrew, again pointing my pistol at him.

He sighed, but raised his hands and he went down, carrying with him his tie-up bag, with me following closely behind. I pointed to the living room when he turned to ask me where to go after we arrived downstairs.

“Go and call Donald’s home. And hold the phone while I talk to Donald,” I said, pointing the gun at Andrew all the time.

Andrew dialled Donald’s phone number, and held the phone up to my head. I quickly told Donald to come. Donald, it turned out, has just finished his homework and chores, and he said that he’s coming right away. You might wonder why Donald fell for that. It was because I was injured, and thus, unable to use my left arm. Nobody expected a tie up game involving me while I was recovering. And he still wanted to make it up to me because of the accident. So he always acceded to my requests while I was recovering.

Andrew and I sat down on the couch in the living room while we waited for my cousin. The other kids were playing at various locations at the house, but after a few minutes, we were joined by Maggie, Betty, and Louise. All of them knew that Donald would be captured as soon as he arrived.

Maggie looked at the window besides the door, and soon spotted Donald.

“Big brother is coming,” she announced.

I readied my pistol, but to my surprise, Betty and Maggie positioned themselves on either side of the door.

Donald knocked, and I told him to enter.

As soon as Donald entered, he was tackled to the floor by the two girls. Individually, Donald is stronger, as he was bigger and older than Betty and Maggie, but he was caught off guard. He fell faster than a house of cards.

I immediately went over to where he was lying face down (Betty was sitting on his back and Maggie on his legs) and squirted his face.

“What’s going on?” Donald asked.

“Don’t you remember? Our new rules state that if I hit you with my water gun, you have to surrender to me,” I said.

“Yeah, but why did you two girls tackle me?” Donald protested.

“Because it’s fun!” Maggie said, the giggled before she got off poor Donald.

“Andrew, you know what to do,” I said.

“Andrew? You switched sides!”

“No, you idiot! I’m also a prisoner just like you! Since I have been captured, I have to do what he says,” Andrew explained.

“All right! Enough talk. Just tie his hands behind his back and gag him!” I ordered.

“Can I gag my brother?” Maggie interjected.

“Oh I suppose so,” I replied.

“And I’ll help!” Betty said.


Donald was soon on his feet, and Andrew, using a long piece of white rope, tightly tied my cousin’s hands behind him. Maggie had plucked a large handkerchief from my brother’s bag, rolled it into a ball, and popped it into her brother’s open mouth. Betty tore several strips of duct tape and used it to seal his lips and ensure that the handkerchief stays in Donald’s mouth.

We then marched him to my room, where we were joined again by Nancy and Cathy, who were eager to tickle their big brother David. Andrew directed Donald to sit on my bed. He tied his ankles and knees, then helped him lie on the bed on his stomach. He finished by applying a loose hogtie on my cousin.

“Thank you very much, Andrew. Now get some rope and tie your feet and knees,” I ordered.

“Where?” he asked.

“On the floor,” I replied.

Andrew, without a comment, got his tie up bag, sat on the carpeted floor, and quickly and efficiently tied his own ankles and knees. “And I suppose you’re going to order me to gag myself?” he asked after doing his feet.

“Let me gag him!” Betty begged.

“Me too!” Maggie joined.

I decided that since he cooperated with me on my scheme, I could at least do him the favour of letting him gag himself. “No. He can gag himself. Just do it good, brother.”

“Thanks,” he said before getting a clean handkerchief in his pocket, folded it repeatedly until it can be folded no more, then put it in his mouth. Then he took a large bandana, folded it into a band, pulled it between his teeth, and tied it behind his head.

While he was doing that, I asked Betty to call Chester, Jay and Frank and tell them to come right away.

Betty nodded. Maggie accompanied her and both went downstairs.

I put my water gun on my study table; now that Andrew was immobilized there was no need to have him covered. I took my toy plastic handcuffs from my pocket and tossed it to Andrew. “Cuff you hands behind your back,” I instructed.

Andrew wasted no time complying with my orders. Within a few seconds, he hands were securely locked behind his back. Well, not really. It has an escape hatch and can easily escape if he wanted to.

Betty and Maggie returned soon after. They told me that the three boys—Chester, Frank, and Jay were on their way. They also asked me if they could tickle the four—Donald, David, Andrew, and Angela.

“Wait until they arrive,” I said. “Then we can tickle all of them together.”

That mollified them. Betty, Maggie, and Louise chatted during the wait. Nancy and Cathy taunted their big brother, and we could see it in his eyes that he promised that he would have his revenge when they got home.

The twins arrived first.

“You got them all by yourself?” asked an incredulous Chester.

I nodded.

Both of them heartily congratulated me. Then Frank arrived.

“Tom, Tom, you’re great! But next time, call us before you try to get them,” he gently chided as he inspected our captives’ bonds.

I laughed. “I’m sorry, but I want to show you that I can get them all even with only one arm.”

“It’s okay as long as you give me the handcuff key,” Frank said as he inspected Andrew’s bonds.

I gave him the key. Frank uncuffed Andrew, and retied his hands behind him with rope, then hogtied him.

“Let’s tickle them,” Jay suggested.

At that, they suddenly assaulted our captives. I only watched as I found it inconvenient to join the tickling with only one hand. They laughed hard and long as all of them, including the girls, tickled them mercilessly. They laughed until they were out of breath, and we exulted in their misery. We had waited too long for this. It is the time to show them that we too can win.

After five minutes, I called a halt to the tickling. They were breathing hard. I smiled and laughed, then I told the bound captives that we were going to leave them and that they better be still nicely wrapped-up when we return. My team mates taunted them, before we all left and went to the kitchen to eat a snack prepared by Mom.

I was nervous throughout the half hour wait. I was paranoid that they might escape and get revenge on us.

“Don’t worry,” Frank said, laughing at my concerns. “Even if that happened, you can’t be tied up.”

“Besides, I’ve checked the ropes and they won’t get out on their own,” Chester reassured me.

Nonetheless, I kept an eye on the girls and my younger brothers. They might have a change of heart and free our captives. It happened lots of times before and their assurances that they won’t interfere scarcely calmed my nerves.

***

When the thirty minutes was up, it was time for us to free our captives. I half expected to be jumped when I entered the room, but thankfully, Frank, Chester and Jay went in first to reassure me. Our captives were still tied. We had won. We boasted a little, then we untied them.

“We won! We really won this time!” I shouted.

“Well, congratulations,” Andrew said, rubbing his wrists.

“But that’s unfair!” Angela protested. “You can tie us up, but we can’t tie you, Tom, because you’re injured! How are we supposed to win?”

“How about this? If we capture the three of you—Frank and the twins—we win, even if you, Tom, are free,” Andrew proposed. “Likewise, you can win by just capturing three of us.”

“Well, that seems fair,” Frank said.

I agreed. “Yes. Yes,” I said. “What do you think?” I asked the twins.

Both of them agreed. “Sounds fair,” they both said.


In practice, this incident aside, tie up games of the usual kind remain suspended as they decided to wait for my left arm to heal. It however, led to the new rule that we can win by just capturing three members of the opposite team. However, the games immediately after this came to focus on the newest member of our group—Louise.

What happened? Read the next part and find out.
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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Updated! Part II!

Postby xtc » Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:47 am

You are an evil, manipulative and devious person who unfeelingly encourages treachery in others.
CONGRATULATIONS!

Could this be the slowest injury to heal in history?

Fun writing, if a little active.
Thanks.
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Story Complete!!!!

Postby viking » Wed Feb 16, 2011 1:52 am

you managed to take them all down by your self even with an injured arm.
that deserves a lot of RESPECT
awesome story tom, just awesome...

looking forward to your next story already.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Story Complete!!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:14 am

Finally VICTORY!!!!!!! Congratulations!!!! :big: :tied: :gag: :wink: :mrgreen: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Fall 1966 - New Rules - Story Complete!!!!

Postby canuck100 » Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:49 am

Your stories are always such a pleasure to read, I'm really glad you seem to have an unlimited supply of memories to get story-writing material from.