Through the forest, in a bathing-suit

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:34 am

It was late in the afternoon. She lay on her back, on a rock, sunbathing. She was dressed in a white bathing-suit, with big flowers on it. She swam to the rock, just to get away from the boys causing commotion on the beach. She looked on, as a man in a big motor-boat approached her. As he got closer, he cut the engine and called out to her: “Do you know of any secluded beaches around here, miss?”
She lifted her head, lifted her sun-glasses, thought for a minute, and replied:”Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. If you let me come aboard, I’ll show you.”
“By all means, please do!” he said. She swam out and using the stairs in the stern, got aboard. She walked over to the man, and he restarted the engine. As she couldn’t make herself heard over the roar of the engine, she used hand-signals to guide him to a bay, not far from where he picked her up.

He dropped the anchor. “I hope you’re a good swimmer. It’s a hell of a long way to swim back.”
“Who said anything about me swimming back? I was hoping you’d let me stay here! I can’t stand all the commotion over there.”
He took a good look at her. She was slim and had long legs, a nice, even tan and rye-blonde, shoulder-length hair. “Sure! Why not?” he said, with a shrug. “How old are you, anyway?”
“I’m 14, almost 15. I’m Pat, by the way.”
“Greg. Nice to meet you, Pat! I thought you looked much, much older than 14!” She didn’t quite know if she should be flattered or annoyed by that. They shook hands, which made her feel like a proper grown-up. “Excuse me, while I make a phone-call.” Greg went back to the boat, as he picked up a cell-phone. Pat, on the other hand, lay down in the sand, and continued sun-bathing. She could hear him talk to someone, giving their location, and the word “perfect”. “So much for peace and tranquillity!” she thought. He ended the conversation, and came over to her. For some reason, he was holding a long piece of rope, in his hands.
“There’s been a change of plans.” he said. “I have to meet someone a bit further inland, from here. You’re welcome to tag along, if you want to.”
She held up one hand, to block out the sun. “Sure. Why not?” She got to her feet, he went and got a back-pack from the boat, and they started walking, side by side. After having walked for a few hundred meters, he stopped and turned to her.
“I’m sorry to have to do this”, he said, and before she had any time to react, he grabbed her by the waist, and tied the rope around it. He then put her hands together in front of her, and wound the rope around them, a couple of times, tying it off, between her hands.
”What are you doing?” she asked, horrified.
“Just making sure, you won’t go anywhere without me!” He started walking again, using the remainder of the rope, to tow Pat.
Deeper and deeper into the forest they walked. Pat soon regretted not having brought her shoes along, because her feet were starting to hurt.
After having walked for what seemed like hours, Greg finally stopped. He told Pat to sit down by a large tree, and tied the rope around it, and left. She tried for a while to get at a knot, any one of them, but soon gave up. She simply had her hands tied too close to her body, and the knots were too well made.

When Greg came back, he had a bunch of wood in his arms. He used it to make a fire, and took out a can and a pot, from the back-pack. He emptied the contents of the can into the pot, and put it on the fire.
Before long, the food was ready. He started eating, seemingly oblivious of Pat.
When he had finished, he sat back, and they talked for a bit, until he rolled himself up in a blanket and went to sleep.
Pat sat there for a long time, before going to sleep.

The next morning, he untied the rope from the tree, and they started walking again. They soon reached a road, where a car was waiting. Pat was told to sit in the back, and Greg climbed into the driver’s seat. They drove until they reached a small village and stopped in front of a house. Greg got out, opened the back-door to let Pat out, took the rope and went to the front door. He tied the rope to a post beside the door and rang the bell. Before the door opened, he was gone.
The door opened, and there was her father. He untied the rope, and took her inside, where her mother gave her a big hug.
“I hope the night wasn’t too uncomfortable, dear?”
“No, mum, it wasn’t. It was actually quite fun, except for the fact Greg didn’t give me anything to eat, and my feet are sore.” Her dad untied her hands and she went to take a shower. Then she went into her room and put on some nice new clothes. The bathing-suit was cleaned up, ready to be used whenever she felt like it.
Whazzzz up!.