Postby KP Presents » Tue Jun 27, 2017 3:48 am
“Hello Jenny,” the toddler said, “are you on vacation as well?”
“I am,” I said with a smile, “so who else is here with you?”
“Sarah, Mummy and Daddy – want to see them?”
“Hello Bart,” June said as she held my hand, David kicking at the waves as they lapped at his feet.
“Hello June…”
“Bart, who are you… Jenny Craig? What brings you to this part of the world?”
I smiled as I looked at the tall Australian. “Hey Brian – my grandparents live nearby, and we’re here for a long holiday before my results come out. I guess you’re here on holiday as well?”
“Yeah – it was getting a little too warm in Maine for us, so I suggested a couple of weeks in my home town. So your family live nearby as well?”
“Yeah – Mum’s parents. They’re over there,” I said as I pointed to where Dad and Granddad where working on a barbecue.
“Okay then – we may pop over and say hi later, but for the moment, I’ll let you keep an eye on the youngsters.”
“On the…” I looked at June and David as the waves washed over their legs, making them laugh as I said “fair point – we’ll see you later.”
“Now this is what I call a holiday,” Cassie said as she lay back on the blanket, “hot dogs, hot sun, and not a care in the world.”
“I agree,” Mum said as she looked over from her chair, “I can see why you love it here Mum. It’s like a little piece of heaven.”
“Oh it can be fun at times – Christmas it gets incredibly hot,” Grandma said with a smile, “but that is what air conditioning is for.”
“I agree – trust me, if we were at home it would be going full blast.”
The American accent took us by surprise, as Mum sat up and removed her sunglasses.
“Sarah! Jenny said you were here – it’s good to see you again,” Mum said as she stood up and hugged the brunette, “how have you been?”
“Oh busy with this and that,” Sarah said with a smile. “Hi you two – Brian said he had seen you earlier Jenny.”
“Do you want to play in the sand,” David said to Bart and Sarah, the twins nodding as they went off with him and June.
“Hey Sarah,” Dad said as he looked over, “where’s Brian?”
“Collecting our things together. You must be Jennifer’s parents – I’m Sarah Holderness-Carter, they’re Bart and Sarah, and the tall hunk walking over with the bags is my husband Brian.”
“Holderness-Carter – do you know Lord and Lady Holderness,” Grandma said as she looked over.
“He’s my cousin,” Sarah said with a smile, “we got married at Holderness Manor. Brian, meet Jennifer’s parents.”
“Hey there – Brian Holderness-Carter. Good to meet you.”
“June – and that’s my husband George trying not to incinerate the food with David,” Grandma said. “You sound as if you are from around here?”
“I grew up nearby,” Brian said with a smile, “but I met Sarah in the US.”
“And you got married in England? How did that happen?”
“Long story – so you and the family are over for a few weeks Jennifer?”
“Yeah – you?”
“A few weeks away from the heat – in the slightly less heat,” Sarah said with a smile. “Listen – why don’t you and David join us for a meal one night? We know a great place that’s a short drive away.”
“Won’t you need to find babysitters,” Cassie said, and then as she looked at me she said “oh – let me guess. We look after Bart and Sarah?”
“Well, we can watch over David and June,” Grandma said, “if you want.”
“We’ll make it a date then,” Brian said. “Come on you two, we need to get home.”
“Bye Bye David,” Sarah said as she and Bart came over, the twins waving as they walked off with Brian and Sarah.
“We need to head off in a little while ourselves,” Grandma said, “I want to see if you three are up for a challenge tonight, if the boys don’t mind watching the twins.”
“What sort of challenge,” Cassie said as she looked over.
“You’ll see…”
“All right Grandma,” I said as I helped to clear the cupper dishes away, “what’s this challenge?”
“Well, I know you girls have been very good in terms of not playing your games,” Grandma said, “but… Well, your grandfather has also tied me up a few times now. I was wondering if the three of you were up for watching a film with me while we can’t comment.”
“Are you sure you want to do that Mum,” Mum asked, “and if so, remember just what these two can get up to.”
“Well, if you’re up for it,” Grandma said, “as tightly as you want.”
Cassie and I exchanged a look as Mum said “if that’s what you want – but we’ll need Dad and David to do it to us. You girls should go to the toilet and get changed – then your dad can show Granddad what to do.”
“Okay Mum,” Cassie said as we went off. “Grandma wants to go full job,” she said as we went to the room we were sharing.
“Not full full job,” I said as I looked at her, “but we can go as if it was Jay Edwards. No further – agreed.”
“Agreed,” Cassie said as we went to get washed.
“So, your grandmother wants to be like you two and your mother – what does that mean,” Granddad said as Cassie and I came in, wearing long sleeved tops and leggings.
“I’ll show you George – if I do things to Jenny, you do the same for Cassie, got it?”
“Okay,” he said as Dad handed me two sponge balls, and Granddad did the same to Cassie. We made two fists as Dad covered mine with tape, then handed it to Granddad before he pulled a pair of white socks up my arms. He then took the tape back and secured the topes to my arms, waiting until Cassie was the same as me.
“Right then,” he said as he handed Granddad a length of rope, and took one himself, “hands behind your backs girls – you know what to do?”
We both nodded as we crossed our wrists, and relaxed as we felt the rope pulling our wrists together. Granddad copied Dad as he wrapped the rope around and between our arms, and then round our waists to lock them against our backs.
“Okay – I see how they won’t move their wrists,” Granddad said, “what next?”
“Making sure they really cannot move their arms,” Dad said as he handed him a much longer length of rope, Cassie and I looking at each other as we felt our arms pulled into our sides. Dad wrapped it round above and below my chest, Granddad doing the same to Cassie as he said “are you sure they’re going to be comfortable with this?”
“Don’t worry Granddad,” Cassie said with a grin as he pulled the ropes tighter, “we can live with it.” I had to admit, it felt nice to me as well, as Dad tied my ropes off, and then used two smaller lengths to tighten the bands between my arms and my body.
“All right girls,” Dad said as he looked at us, “sit down on the long couch, and we’ll get those legs secured as well.” We both sat down, watching as he and Granddad tied our ankles together, and then our legs below the knees, taking the rope between our legs each time.
“Okay – I guess you two are staying there now,” Granddad said as he stood up.
“Don’t say that Dad – these two could still move around given half a chance.”
I laughed as Mum came in, wearing a pair of light blue pyjamas, followed by Grandma wearing a knee length white nightie and white leggings. She looked at us on the couch, and said “are you sure those ropes are not too tight?”
“No, they’re fine Gran,” I said, looking at Cassie and knowing just how much tighter they could have been. We watched then as Dad and Granddad handed them the sponges, and said “your turn now…”
We watched as both Mum and Grandma were bound as tightly as us, and they Mum sat next to me, and Grandma next to Cassie, as their legs were secured. “Well, I see why you might like this,” Grandma said as her legs were tied below her knees. “So how are we going to be kept quiet?”
“Like this,” Dad said as he and Granddad folded four clean handkerchiefs. “Well, to start with anyway. Open wide, all of you.”
“What are we watching anyywweegrnnnee,” I said as the cloth was pushed into my mouth, and then Dad used a knotted strip of an old tea towel as a cleave gag.
“Hmnntshrr,” was her reply as Granddad gagged her and then Mum, and Dad took care of Cassie, before the each took a roll of the white tape and started to wrap it tightly round our heads, covering our mouths as well as the cleave gag tied round our heads.
“Hmmfflssdfrnt,” Grandma said, the three of us nodding as Dad picked up the roll of silver duct tape, and we each had a band pressing down on the white band as well. Dad then folded four white scarves and tied them tightly over the tape, before Granddad folded four of Grandma’s scarves into triangles and tied them over our heads, the ends knotted under our chins.
“Now then,” he said with a smile as he turned on the television, and put a disc into the player, “I think you should all enjoy this.”
We looked at each other, before the titles rolled on the film – Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. It was certainly a different film, as we listened to the music, and then Mum and Grandma started to sing along.
“Whnurelunndlfsmknulnly,
Ucnlwesgdwntwn.
Whnufgtwres, lthnsndtherre
Smsthlp, ekn, dwntwn
“Jstlstntthmskfthtrffcnthcete
Lngrnthsedwlkwhrthneensgnsrprutte
Hwsnuls?
Thlhtsrmshbrhtrthr”
Mum looked at Grandma and then sang “Ucnfrgttlurtrbls, frgtllurcrss
Sgdwntwn!
Fnngswlbgrtwhnurdwntwn!
Nfnnrrplsfrshr, dwntwn, frrfngswtnngfru…”
The two of them looked at us, as Granddad put the subtitles on, and we both joined in.
“Dnthnngrndndlturprbllmsssrrndu
Thrrrmuffeshws, dwntwn
Mebeuknsmlettlplstgt
Whrrthnfrcls, dwntwn
“Jstllssnthmscfthegntlebussnefa
Ullbdnsnnwfmttbfrthnhtddfer
Hppeegen
Thlhtsrmshbrhtrthr
Ucnfrgttlurtrbls, frgtllurcrss
“Sgdwntwn
Whrllthelhtsrbrht, dwntwn
Wettnfrutnht, dwntwn
Urgnnnbllrht, dwntwn
Dwntwn, Dwntwn!”
We looked at each other and then hummed along before we sang
“Ndummefndsmbdekndthlpndndrstndu
Semnnhsjstlkundnedsegnelthndt
Gedthmlng
Smbbeehlcceuthr
Wcnfrgttllrtrbls, frgtllrcrs
Sgdwntwn!
Fnggswlbgrtwhnurdwntwn
Dntwhhetementmr, dwntwn
Freefnswetnfru, dwntwn…”
We all cheered then, as I rested my head on Mum’s shoulder and we all watched the film, my eyes slowly closing…