Where's My Phone, Lexi?
After Lexi’s parents came home the night of our first game, I greeted them, gave her a knowing grin, and left. They weren’t surprised that I was still there, as they had gotten used to me being there often and they liked me a lot.
The next afternoon, she called me and told me her parents were going to a show downtown and staying overnight and asked me if I wanted to hang out. I said yes and that I’d be there soon.
When I rang the doorbell, it took her some time to answer. Turned out she was just getting out of the shower. Her hair was wet, and she was dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and was barefoot.
“Hey!†she said, ecstatically giving me a hug.
“Hey. What’s up?†I said, smiling.
“Not too much.â€
We went in and settled in the living room. We were both texting friends, and watching TV, just hanging out. After a while, I went to the bathroom leaving my phone on the arm of the chair.
Lexi sees it lying there and decides to screw with me. She takes it and hides it somewhere in the living room.
When I came back from the bathroom, she grins from ear to ear and lets out a little giggle.
“Where’s my phone, Lexi?†I asked, with my hands on my hips?
“I don’t know,†she said, still grinning.
“Lexi, tell me where my phone is.†I said, smiling equally as much. I had no idea this was going to turn into a game, I just wanted my phone back.
“And, what if I don’t tough guy?†she asked. I knew exactly where she was going with this.
“I’ll tie you up!†I yelled back, without thinking.
“Yeah, right!†she yelled as she ran up the stairs to her room and closed the door. I ran into the laundry room where the utility closet was, and pulled out the clothesline rope and the feather, right where I had left it the night before. I went upstairs to her bedroom door and felt the knob. It was unlocked. I went in. I couldn’t see her. I looked around in the room and heard breathing in the closet. I opened the door and pulled her out and laid her down on her bed
“I’m not telling you where it is!!†she yelled as I tied her hands to the headboard of her bed.
“Oh, yes you will,†I said, in mock menace, as I completed the tie up job by tying her ankles to the foot of her bed frame.
“Now…†I said, pacing around the perimeter of her bed, “where is my phone?â€
“Forget it, Nick. You’re not getting your phone back,†she said, kinda giggling, trying to sound serious.
“Alright, your choice,†I said, conclusively. After saying this, I sat on top of her ankles and tickled her feet, worse than she’s ever been tickled before.
In between hysteric fits of laughter, shrieks, and screams she yelled out something that sounded like, “You’re not getting it back now!â€
“You’ll see!†I yelled back. This torture continued for 10 whole minutes until I decided to give her a break. She was out of breath, sweating, and still laughing from all the tickling.
“So…where’s my phone?†I asked to her face, my fingers wiggling just above her soles.
She hesitated, and said, “I-I’m….I’m not….telling you…â€
I sighed, she braced herself, and, just half a second later, I continued my extended tickle torture. But this time, not only on her feet. After I got bored with her soles, I went to the backs of her knees. I tickled her soles and knees, switching off every once in a while for over 25 minutes.
Finally, I stopped and asked again, “So, Lexi? Are you going to tell me where the hell my phone is?â€
Out of breath, as if she had just gone for a jog, she said, “Fine! Fine. It’s stuffed in between the couch cushions! The one in front of the TV.â€
Grinning I replied, “Thank you,†and I left the room.
Before I could leave she said, “Nick! Wait! You’re gonna leave me here?â€
“How should I know you’re not lying to me? It might not be there.†I said, sarcastically, really enjoying the control. “I’ll be back when I get my phone,†I continued. I left the room, retrieved my phone, and let her go.
She, as she did the day before, showered, and came downstairs with food ready. It was about 3:30, so we can still call it lunch.
Over lunch, we talked about the game.
“That was torture!! I can’t believe I lasted that long!†she said, seeming genuinely surprised.
“Well, don’t take my phone!†I said, jokingly.
“Message received,†she said, laughing. “I had a lot of fun though, it was weird to kind of push my limits.â€
“We’ll do it again.†I said, giving her a knowing grin.
“We’d better.†She replied, smiling.
That was the day when we created our “TUGs bagâ€, for her house. It contained rope, duct tape, a pair of handcuffs (the dollar store kind, but still metal), and a few scarves.
The End
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PREVIEW OF TOMORROW’S POST:
“Meeting Meaganâ€
Lexi and her friend Meagan are hanging out at Meagan’s house, when they invite Nick over for some new company, and Meagan gets “TUGed†into her very first tie up game.