I lay on a platform in the middle of the small lake on our property, hoping to soak up some sun, away from those three pesky, younger sisters of mine.
Suddenly I heard splashes, and when I looked up, I saw them playing at the water’s edge, wearing red and/or pink bathing-suits. I thought nothing of it, as I thought I was too far out for them to bother me, except with their screams. Man, was I wrong. Blissfully unaware of that fact, I lay down and resumed my sunbathing. Suddenly, a rope was wound around my wrists, trapping them in front of me. Then my knees were tied together. All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Apparently, two of them had, stealthily, swam all the way out to where I was (I didn’t know they actually could swim that far), and was now in the process of tying me up, the third one being in a row boat a bit further away, waiting for me to get aboard. She approached the platform only when I was secured. The two girls, who had tied my hands and knees, unceremoniously dumped me on the floor of the boat, and then they went back to shore. They dragged me off the boat and forcefully pushed me up against a gnarly, wide-trunked, old conifer, the needles on the ground thoroughly pricking my poor, bare feet.
They freed my hands, but ordered me to put them behind the trunk of the tree, and then retied them. They tied more ropes around my chest, waist and knees. God only knows, from where, or from whom, they had got all of it, never mind hiding it from everyone, until it was time for them to use it. Then they started dancing around like Indians you see in a B-movie, hollering and shouting.
Ignoring my alternating pleas and threats, they happily continued playing for quite a while, until one of them decided it was time for us to return home. One of them untied me from the tree, while the others stood watch, to make sure I wouldn’t break free. She tied my hands behind my back, and they lead me back home, where I was tied to a chair, and forced to watch them eat. To stop me complaining, one of them got a sock and put it in my mouth, sealing it with several strips of fabric.
When they were done, they started a serious tickle assault on my ribs, sides and everywhere else, they could get at. This went on, until they got tired. Then they untied me. In my mind, I swore I’d get them back. One way, or another.