Postby KP Presents » Mon Mar 16, 2015 3:19 am
“Alicia? How’s she feeling?”
“Fully recovered, little one,” Sam said with a smile, “she’s on her way round with Martin.”
I hadn’t seen much of Alicia since Christmas, if truth be told – and that was an experience in and of itself. Not on the same scale as Cassie – she spent almost the entire holiday dressed to the nines and bound and gagged to the fullest extent – but fairly amazing in its own way for me.
Cassie spent a couple of days with me, and as with all the other places she visited I also got dressed up and just as tightly bound and gagged as her – which was great fun. She left just before Christmas Eve, but that night a group of us got dressed up and went carolling with Sam and Cathy and a few others. I even went gagged, alongside Louise Hobson, who I guess is Sam’s cousin in a roundabout way, her new mother been Mr Boyle’s sister.
After that, I guess the only time I saw her over the holidays were out birthday parties – we both turned thirteen over the Christmas break, so Cassie had her party first at the manor house, then I had mine on New Year’s Eve.
And tonight she was off somewhere with Bobby, while I was stuck at home... Brian wasn’t coming for a break with his aunt and uncle until tomorrow, and he’d asked me to go to the pictures with him then – as well as sending me the most wonderful card for Valentine’s Day. I wished he could have been here today, but hey – we can’t always get what we want.
“Look, you two go through to the front room and I’ll see what I can scrounge from the kitchen for some supper,” Cathy said, “how does some toasted cheese sound?”
“If you put some Worcestershire sauce on it, sounds great,” I said as Tommy and I went into the main room, and put the television back on.
“You know Granny’s coming to lunch tomorrow,” he said as we sat down.
“Yup – I hope she brings some of her home made toffee with her.”
“So do I – I love the way she makes it.”
“So how was the heroine of the hour when you left her,” I said as we smelt toast and cheese.
“Tired out but very, very happy – are you going to see her and Rachel over the holidays?”
“I’m not sure – depends if they get in touch or not, or what else might be...”
“Hey there trouble.”
“Hey Ali,” I said as I saw Alicia standing in the doorway, wearing an open necked blouse and slacks. “What brings you other tonight?”
“Martin and I need to talk to Cathy and Sam about something – think the two of you can keep out of mischief in here for a few minutes?”
“Sure,” I said as I watched her turn and walk to the dining room. To look at her, you’d never know that a couple of weeks ago, she and Angela, the BIG cousin, were big parts in helping another family member recover from a really bad virus.
We have an American cousin, Sarah Holderness-Carter, who is married to Brian and has two adorable twin babies called Bart and Sarah. Anyway, she is a little bit unusual, and has on a few occasions helped both my family and that of our friends in the US to get over some bad things that have happened.
Mum and Dad didn’t tell us everything that happened, but from what I could gather Sarah fell really ill, and needed a transfusion or something from both Alicia and Angela. She’s fully recovered now, and went home to the US last week, but I can see Alicia is still a little sore from time to time.
“Here we go,” Sam said as he placed a large plate of cheese on toast in front of us, “eat up – we’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“What do you think they’re planning in there,” Tommy said as Sam went back out.
“No idea, and not particularly bothered either,” I said as I picked up a slice and started to eat it. “Let’s leave them to it...”
Bobby eventually showed up, and as we all headed up to bed we saw Mum and Dad come back in.
“Thanks for babysitting, Cathy,” Mum said as she took her coat off, “Alex will run you home now if you want.”
“Do you two need a lift as well,” Dad said as he looked at Alicia and Martin.
“If you could, that would be great Uncle Alex,” Alicia said as she looked up at us. “Good night, you three.”
“Do you have any idea what they were planning, Bobby,” I said as I walked up the stairs.
“Not a sausage – right now, all I want is my bed,” Bobby said quietly, as we went to our rooms. Lying in my bed, I figured I’d find out eventually – whatever it might be...
“Well now, all my bonnie wee grandchildren in one place,” Granny Jacobs said as we went back into the house after the morning service. I had put on for the day a blue jumper, knee length skirt, dark tights and black short boots, while Bobby and Tommy both had on shirts, jumpers and trousers.
“It’s good of you to agree to stay for a few days, Irene,” Dad said as we sat in the front room, while Mrs Boyle brought through some hot drinks, “especially as it is half term.”
“Well, I need a little holiday myself,” Granny Jacobs said as she looked at Mum and Dad. There was a nagging feeling at the back of my head there was something they weren’t saying, but right now I could not put my finger on what it was.
“So what are we having for lunch,” Mum said as she looked at Mrs Boyle.
“Some roast lamb with vegetables – it should be ready in about thirty minutes,” our housekeeper said as she went back to the kitchen.
“So what work do you have to do over the holidays, Susan,” Granny Jacobs said as she looked at me.
“I’ve got some history and an English essay to do,” I said quietly.
“And you Bobby?”
“A few things – I’ll get them done tomorrow, given Cassie and Jenny are heading into town for a day with their grandmother.”
“Any chance we can head into town this week mum,” I said as I looked at her, and then heard a groan as she held her back.
“We’ll see Suzie – no promises,” she said quietly before she picked up her mug and took a drink.
“Okay – are you all right mum?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said with a smile, “just baby kicking a bit, that’s all.”
I noticed Granny looking at mum, before Dad said “well, sounds like this is a going to be a lively one.”
Lunch was lovely, but as we went back into the front room Granny Jacobs touched my shoulder and said “would you be up for a little game later, once our food has had a chance to settle down? We’ll get Bobby and Sam to pretend to be robbers, and keep the two of us hidden away somewhere.”
“Yes, I’d like that – if Mum and Dad don’t mind?”
“Oh I don’t think they’ll mind,” Granny Jacobs said with a smile, “let’s just go and have our coffee first.”
So we sat down and had a drink, before Granny Jacobs said “Give me a hand to take these mugs into the kitchen, will you Suzie?” She was wearing a grey cardigan over her brown blouse, and a knee length grey skirt, as well as grey shoes and tights.
So I picked up the mugs, expecting something else to happen – and sure enough, as soon as we put the cups down, I heard Sam say “All right, you two – don’t make a sound, just put your hands behind your back.”
“Who are you,” Granny Jacobs said as she winked at me.
“Never mind – we just need a place to crash for an hour or two, and we need to keep you two out of the way,” I heard Bobby say as he crossed my wrists behind my back, before I felt something different being used to tie them together – some sort of cloth, by the feel of it.
Looking to the side, I saw they had torn up an old sheet, and were using that to bind our wrists, and then around our arms behind our back – not forcing them together, but at least keeping them secured to each other below our elbows.
“Open your mouths,” Bobby said, and as I did so I felt another length of cloth, which had been rolled up into a ball, put inside my mouth, before there was the sound of duct tape being ripped from a roll, and Bobby pressed several strips down over my mouth.
I looked at Granny, who was having her mouth covered by Sam, before we were both escorted out of the kitchen and out to the treehouse, walking up the stairs as we were taken into the larger room, and helped to sit down on two beanbags.
As Bobby put my ankles side by side and started to tie them together with another strip of cloth, Sam turned on the television and the DVD player, while my darling brother secured my ankles and legs, and then did the same thing for Granny.
“We need to keep them quiet while we find something to change into,” Bobby said.
“Wllbqeetthnsstt,” Granny said as she winked at me.
“All right – if you be quiet, we’ll let you watch this,” Sam said as he started the DVD – a really old musical film called The Young Ones. I recognised Cliff Richards in it, as Granny Jacobs nodded and started to sign along to some of the songs.
For my part, I just relaxed and put my head on her chest, listening to her as she gag sang. I didn’t know the words, but she was happy, and so I was happy as well.
It actually was a good film – all about a youth club, and how Cliff’s dad wanted to pull it down for a new building or something. Anyway, we both enjoyed it, but as it came to an end I heard footsteps outside, and looked over, expecting it to be Bobby or Sam come to free us.
So imagine my surprise when the door opened, and Grandma came in, smiling as she looked at both of us.
“Hello Suzanne, Irene,” she said quietly. “I see you’ve been enjoying a film.”
“Gdnndttt – crtjnsss?”
“I may watch another one – but forgive me if...”
“Oh no – another captive.”
“Ah – it appears the miscreants who captured you birth have me as well,” Grandma said as she put her hands behind her back, both of us watching as Bobby and Sam bound her wrists and arms, and then she sat on a third bean bag, Sam gagging her while Bobby tied her ankles and legs. Grandma was wearing a mustard coloured twin set and tartan skirt, with dark tights and brown brogues.
“Phrhhppsssthnxtflm,” she said, Bobby nodding as he started one called Summer Holiday – and this one I knew something about, as I had seen a stage show with the rest of my family before.
So we sat there, me between my two grandmothers, all three of us singing along this time as the first question I had thought of when Grandma came in went unanswered.
Namely, what was she doing here? I hadn’t been told she was coming today, and normally we know well in advance.
It was only half way through the second film that the possible reason came to mind, so I looked at both of them and said “Whrssmm?”
“Lttlultr,” Grandma said as we all started singing along again.
Shsddssnulbabslrbyy
Ndthstthewulsttyyy
Hppetbbabshlrbyy
Nitllurdynndeee...
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