It was a hot july afternoon. the neighbourhood kids were all out playing as I kicked my sandals off and lay out on my lounger, rubbed the oil onto my skin and stretched out to work on my tan. Private though my back garden was i still had my bikini on. My children were around and I didn;t really want them to bring their friends n to see a topless mummy, or worse. I settled back and put my sunglasses on and began to soak up the sun's warmth.
Suddenly there was a cry of "hands up".
I sat up to see my elder daughter, Jane, and one of her friends, charlotte, wearing head bands with a couple of feathers in and holding plastic tomahawks.
"Hands up pale face" Charlotte repeted. "Youre our prisoner"
"Ohh please dnt hurt me" I played along.
"Tie her up!" charlotte said to jane.
"No please" I said holding my hands out infornt of me. jane pulled some rope out of her pocket and began to loop it round my wrists.
"No behind her back" Charlotte ordered.