Part 1: In this part, Katie and Sam enjoy an afternoon together, and Jeff reveals a special guest.
So...It was Sunday afternoon, and everyone except Sam and I were preoccupied with something else, so she was visiting my house today. We played a few video games, but got bored after a while. We then resorted to watching TV. Dad had recorded some Hogan's Heroes previously, and so we decided to pop those in.
Thanks to the episodes being recorded, we were able to easily just skip through the commercials. Normally we would take advantage of this, but we decided to leave them running this time. They were serving an important purpose after all.
Sam had on her Cloud Strife T-shirt with a red plaid flannel shirt over it, and a pair of jeans. I had on my plaid shirt dress, and that was it. Actually it wasn't. I also had some rope around my wrists which were secured behind my back, although it wasn't as efficient as it could have been. It didn't take me long to escape from it.
“How long?” I asked Sam, as I set the rope down on the arm rest of the couch.
“About a minute twenty,” Sam said, glumly. Usually she does a much better job then this, so I wasn't too surprised by her reaction. We then continued to watch the show, and laughed along with all the funny moments.
“Oh, commercial,” I chirped, as the commercial started, and I took hold of the rope. Sam quickly turned her back to me with her hands behind her, and I went to work. I wound the rope as fast as I could while making sure not to hurt her, or apply it incorrectly.
Once I was done with her wrists, I grabbed another piece that was close by, and started on her feet. I only wound the rope two times around her feet until I saw that the commercials were over, and the show was back on.
“Ah nuts,” I moaned, and stopped my work. I then sat back on the couch, and watched as Sam kicked the rope around her feet away with ease. So yeah, that was the game we were playing. The commercials were our timer for tying the other up, and then we recorded how fast we'd escape from it.
“You are far better at this then I am,” Sam commented.
“Not by much,” I pointed out. Sam frowned at me.
“Oh, stop being modest,” She groaned. I just grinned, and shrugged. Sam then went about wriggling out of her bonds. “Time!” She snapped. I then looked at my stop watch.
“Two minutes and six seconds,” I stated. Sam rolled her eyes in frustration.
“Well, I've lost,” She said, in a somewhat pouty voice.
“If it makes you feel any better, You've gotten a lot better,” I said to her. She smiled and shrugged. We then saw that the show had ended, and it was time to put the next one in. Before I did however, I needed to check my math, and make sure it was correct. I added up the total escape times, and I had Sam beat by a rather large margin. Sam's punishment was to be bound for the length of the next show I put in, since this was the last episode of Hogan's Heroes that was recorded.
“Alright, let's get this over with,” Sam sighed, and put her hands behind her back.
“Get it over with?” I questioned. “I want to savor my moment of triumph,” I said, trying to sound as insufferable as possible.
“Oh brother,” Sam said. I caught a hint of laughter in her voice, as she knew what I was going for. I then tied her wrists in a square lashing, as Dad had shown me. I then bound her ankles with a double column tie.
Once I was done, I sat back down on the couch, and grabbed the remote. I then noticed Sam had wide eyes, and I could tell by her shoulders that she was laughing. Before I could react, I felt a hand clamp down over my mouth, and pull my head back against the couch.
“Having fun?” Dad asked.
“Mmm hmm,” I said.
“Now what did Sam do to deserve this treatment?” He asked me, and then removed his hand. I could tell by his tone that he was playing along.
“Well, I won the escape contest, and now Sam has to be tied up for the next show,” I told him. Dad nodded his understanding.
“Well, I think it's only fair that you join her,” He said.
“Oh come on Dad,” I whined, as Dad produced a linen strip from his pocket. “I won fair and square.”
“Yes you did, and you got to enjoy the spoils of victory,” Dad stated. “But I've decided to start up a new game,” He then said.
“What kind of Game?” I asked, as I turned around, and crossed my wrists behind my back.
“I like to call it: Having fun at my Daughter's expense,” Dad stated, with a smirk.
“One of your all time favs,” Sam stated, with a snicker. Dad turned to her with a grin just as he finished my wrists.
“Yes indeed,” He said proudly. “Right, now that that's settled, Katie, I need to inform you of the real reason I came down here,” He said. I blinked at him.
“What's going on?” I asked him, as he walked around the side of the couch.
“I just got off the phone with Dale. Apparently the Deputy Chief has taken an interest in the way I'm teaching those officers, and will be observing Saturday's class,” He explained. I blinked at him.
“Oh really?” I asked, sounding kinda surprised. Dad was, of course, referring to the self defense classes that he was providing to new officers on the police force. I'm not going to lie, ever since the initial shock of his first days teaching, the classes were becoming a bit boring for me. The reason is that these guys were all learning stuff that I already knew, so I was kinda losing interest.
It had been several weeks ever since that first hilarious class that took everyone there by surprise, and they were all doing very well now. When ever I did join him, I'd usually lend a hand whenever I needed to, but I ended up spending most of my time looking up stuff on my phone to pass the time. That's something I could easily do here without my phone, so I kinda stopped going because of it.
“Are you saying you want me to go with you?” I asked.
“I'd very much appreciate it if you did, but I won't make you,” He said. I let out a brief sigh.
“Oh all right,” I said.
“What are you going to be teaching them?” Sam then asked.
“Well, they know their breathing exorcises, and we went through most of the basic motions as well. I think they're ready to start doing Fists,” Dad answered. I raised an eyebrow at that. For those of you that don't know, Fists is a motion and mental exorcise. It starts out slow with a slow punch to your opponent which they blocks. The opponent then blocks with one hand, and follows up with a punch using the other hand, and you are meant to block it. It continuously repeats from there.
Eventually the process speeds up to a fast paced flurry of punching, and blocking. Remember, the goal isn't to hit your opponent, but to go back and forth with them.
“Okay, that sounds a bit more fun,” I stated, now that I knew this is where the fun started.
“Well, good luck,” Sam said, with a smile. Dad nodded in response.
“So, did you finish the Hogan's Heroes?” Dad asked.
“Yeah,” I answered. He then took hold of the remote, and flipped through our DVR. “Ah, there it is,” He said, as he found what he was looking for.
“Oh, I looked for that last night, but I didn't find it,” I said, as Dad selected the show in question: the World series of Poker. It was something Sam and I both actually enjoy watching a lot.
“I hope you don't expect me to sit through the whole thing like this,” Sam retorted to me, referring to her bound hands.
“Of course not,” I stated. I then thought for a second. “Maybe...oh...one hour,” I suggested.
“Thirty minutes,” Sam threw out.
“Forty minutes,” I said back. Sam sighed, and then nodded.
“Alright, forty minutes,” Sam agreed, which made me giggle.
Well, it looked as though I was joining Dad for Saturday's class. I was just hoping it would be worth my time. (Spoiler alert: It was.)