Mother and Daughter Moments 5
Talking of winning – sometimes the game has being played on me as well.
I’d been watching this house on a private estate – real gated community affair – in the outskirts of a well known Midlands city. I’d seen the woman of the house around and about with her eleven year old daughter, he light brown hair pulled back in pigtails as they toured the shop. The man of the house, who ran a local shipping office, was at work for most of the day, so I figured the early afternoon was as good a time as any to call.
Getting into the community was relatively easy – I borrowed a white van from a friend, and wore a set of overalls and a blue cap, so they thought I was a repairman. Parking the van in the driveway, I took out a tool box and made my way to the side door.
I pretended to ring the door bell, and then walked in, closing the door behind me before I pulled the stocking over my head. There was nobody in the kitchen, but I could hear noises from the front room, so I went there.
The mother was sitting watching television, her back to me as she put a mug of coffee down on the table. So I walked up, clamped my hand over her mouth, and said “Not a word – I’m going to play a game with you and your daughter, and I don’t want to scare her just yet.”
The woman had short dark hair, and was wearing a black top with a deep round collar and elbow length sleeves, with a pair of leopard print trousers and black shoes. “What’s your name,” I said as I removed my hand.
“Margaret,” she whispered back. “What are you going to do?”
“Stop you from raising the alarm, and then I’ll tell your daughter we’re playing a game. Then I’m going to rob you. Now, put your hands behind your back, and sit quietly.”
Fifteen minutes later, I was wrapping the white micropore tape around Margaret’s head to keep the folded scarf snugly in her mouth. She was lying face down on a long couch, with ropes holding her wrist together behind her back, her arms to her side, her ankles and knees tightly to each other, and then her ankles to the chest ropes.
“Now don’t move,” I said as I patted her on the head, “and I promise you your daughter will be just fine.” I turned the television up, and made my way up the staircase. As I looked in the first door, I saw her daughter sitting at a desk, drawing something. Her light brown hair was in two pigtails, and she had on a pink short sleeved top and blue jeans.
“Hello,” I said as I looked in the room. “What are you doing?”
“Drawing,” she said as she looked at me, “What about you?”
“Oh, your mother asked me to come and play a game with you. What’s your name?”
“It’s Cathy – what’s yours?”
“I’m not going to tell you – you see, your mum asked me to pretend to be a robber, and to make sure you could not raise the alarm.”
Cathy looked at me, then said “Does that mean we get to play tie up?”
“Yes it does – why don’t you sit on the floor, and I’ll make sure you can’t move very easily. Your mum’s already started playing.”
“All right then,” Cathy said as she sat down on the floor, and I put her hands together in prayer in front of her. I opened my toolbox, and took out a length of cord, which I used to tie her wrists together. She looked as if she would not be too much bother, so I tied her ankles together, her legs below her knees, and then tied her wrists to her knees.
“Now,” I said as I stood up, “if you promise not to scream or shout out, I’ll leave you like this for now.”
“I promise,” Cathy said as she nodded, so I went off and left her sitting there, going into the next room and starting to search through the drawers for valuables.
I turned to see Cathy standing in the doorway, waving at me. “Oh – a little Houdini,” I said with a smile as I led her back to the room, and sure enough there were the ropes scattered on the floor. “Well then, I’ll just have to do a better job of tying you up.” As I led her back, I noticed there were no rope marks on her wrists – but I figured I just had done too slack a job the first time.
This time I had Cathy cross her wrists behind her back, and then tied them tightly together, making sure I cinched the ropes. I then tied her wrists to her back with some rope around her waist, making sure they were held comfortably in place. I then helped her to sit down, crossed her ankles and tied them tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees, the two sets of ropes sitting over her jeans. I made sure they were all snug and tight, before saying “Stay there this time,” and heading back to the room I was searching.
I found some nice pieces there, so I went on to the next room – to see Cathy sitting on the bed, kicking her legs to and fro and smiling as she said “Hello Mister Robber.”
Now I knew I had left her secure, and I could see the marks on her wrists this time, so I walked her back – and saw the ropes I had used had been cut through with scissors. “I see I need to really make sure you can’t move,” I said this time as I opened a drawer, and took out a pair of socks. “Put those on, then lie face down on the bed and put your hands behind your back.”
“Oh this is good,” Cathy said as she pulled the socks up her arms, and then did as I asked. “Make sure I really can’t get away this time.”
“I’ll do my best,” I said as I shook my head, and once more tied her wrist tightly together, then crossed and bound her ankles as well as her knees. I then sat her up, and tied some rope around her waist, but this time I also tied rope around her arms and tummy, just below her elbows, to lock them into place as well.
“That should hold you in place,” I said with a smile as I went to her wardrobe, “but this time I need to keep you quiet.” Taking out a small triangular scarf and a handkerchief, I folded the latter and said “open wide now.” Cathy allowed me to push the cloth in, and then I rolled the triangle of cotton into a band and tied it between her teeth.
“Fnkksmstrrbbr,” Cathy said as I shook my head, and then left her lying on her side as I went to search another room.
So when I opened the door and saw Cathy sitting on the floor, I literally did a double take. “How did... No forget it, come with me,” I said as I took the giggling girl and led her back to the room. The bed was empty – as was the room – but this time the bed was empty.
“Right,” I said as I opened the tool box, and took out two sponges, “hold these Cathy – this time you’re not getting away.”
“All right,” she said with a smile as she made fists with the sponges inside. I then took out a roll of duct tape, and covered her wrist in the silver material, before I pulled a second pair of socks over her hands and then bound them tightly together. I then bound her arms to her side as before, but this time I used an extra length of rope around her upper body, above her elbows and around her shoulders, before binding her legs as she sat down.
“Open wide again,” I said as I pushed a second hankie into her mouth, found a second triangle scarf and used that as a cleave gag, but this time I also pressed a strip of the silver tape over her lips as well.
“Now stay put, or I’ll make sure you do,” I said as I wagged a finger at her, and then went back to business – searching in the master bedroom this time. I found their mother’s jewellery, and put it in the tool box, then decided to get out of there – only to see Cathy jumping past as I opened the door.
“Hnnhhhh,” she said as she looked at me, and I at her. The rope were still intact around her legs, arms, waist and stomach, and the scarf was still sitting snugly between her teeth, as she said “Jsswntddtmvrnd.”
“All right Cathy – I’m afraid I’ll need to tie you even more securely now,” I said as I picked her up in my arms and carried her back to the room – to see Cathy hopping to the door, a length of tape hanging from her cheek, and the wet scarf around her neck.
“OH,” she said as she saw me with... Then it dawned on me what was going on. “Now I get it – identical twins?”
“That’s right,” Cathy said with a smile, “I’m Cathy and you have Kathy in your arms. Did you enjoy our game?”
“Srrprrs,” Kathy said as I laid her on the bed, and sat her twin sister next to her. “So you hid and untied each other after I’d left the room,” I said as I looked at both of them.
“Fooled you,” Cathy said as she bounced on the bed. “We do this all the time to guests and strangers, it really makes them look twice.”
“Well, I certainly did,” I said with a smile, “but now I need to make sure you’re both the same before I say you can start to try and escape.” I took an extra length of rope and tied Kathy’s upper arms as I had her sisters, then let them lie facing each other on the bed before I tied their ankles to their chest ropes.
Re-gagging Sarah I then used the same white tape as I’d used on their mum to further gag them, wrapping it round their heads, and then gave them both a little peck on their fohereads. “Have fun,” I said as I left them, and checked on Margaret, who was still face down on the couch.
If only they had gone downstairs...
Of course, going downstairs can lead to some interesting situations as well. One time when I was on a business trip to Boston, I had a day to myself, and was visiting a mall when I saw a woman in her late thirties coming out of a Neyman-Marcus store, laden with bags. She had shoulder length ash blonde hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket over a grey cardigan, white top and black trousers. Her feet were in a pair of open toed pumps.
With her was a girl, I guessed about ten years old, with slightly darker brown hair. She was wearing a blue denim jacket over a green top with a black and white heart motif, knee length denim pants and sneakers. On a whim, I decided this would be a family worth visiting, so I followed them as they left the mall and got into their car. Luckily, my hire car was nearby, so I trailed them to a cottage on a hill some distance away.
I watched as they got out of their car and went into the house, allowing a few minutes before I got out and removed a small rucksack from the back of the car. Making my way up the path, I walked around the side of the house, and looked into the kitchen window. The mother was there, her back to the door, her jacket over a chair.
So I made my usual subtle entrance – opened the door, walked in and grabbed her, putting my gloved hand over her mouth and saying “Shhh – don’t scream, or you’ll scare your daughter.”
She grabbed my arm, but had no chance of pulling it down, so she nodded and whimpered “lllbgd.”
“Excellent,” I said as I removed my hand, “What’s your name?”
“All right, Bobbi, here’s the deal – I’m going to rob you, and I need to keep you and your daughter out of the way while I do so. But I don’t want to upset her, so you’re going to tell her I’ve come to play a game with both of you of Robbers.”
“Oh god – I’ve heard of you,” she whispered. “Please, just don’t hurt us.”
“I won’t if you behave,” I said as I put my rucksack on the table, and opened it. I had stocked up on nylon rope the day before, and as I took a length out I said “Hands behind your back please.”
I secured her crossed wrists behind her back, and then tied her arms to her sides, the rope going above and below her chest as it pulled the front of her grey cardigan open. “What’s your daughter’s name,” I said as I tightened the bands of rope.
“Casey – you’re not going to hurt her are you?”
“I told you, Bobbi – just tell her it’s a game to play. Now, call her.”
Bobbi nodded, and called out “Casey? Can you come here please?”
“I can’t mum,” I heard her call back, “Jo and me are working on our science fair project.”
“Jo?” I looked at Bobbi, who was shaking. “Oh god – she must have arrived when I was in here, and come straight in. She’s Casey’s friend, please...”
“Where are they?”
“They’ll be in the basement.”
“Take me down there,” I said as I took her arm, and we walked down the corridor and a flight of stairs. I saw Casey there, as well as her friend Jo. She had on a green jumper with rosettes on the front, over a raunched orange top, and a denim skirt. They both looked up as we came down, and Bobbi said “I’d forgotten about that – I invited this man over to play a game of Robbers with us, but...”
“Awww mum – we need to have this done by tomorrow,” Casey said as she looked at the Styrofoam balls and pipe cleaners.
“What is it you have to do for your project,” I said as I looked at her.
“We have to make a model of DNA – the balls are the four types of atom, and the pipe cleaners for the bonds. Say – are you a real robber?”
Jo was looking at me through her glasses as I laughed and said “No – your mum asked me to come and pretend to be one. But I can’t tie you up and pretend to rob the place if you have to do your model – unless... Do you have the instructions?”
“Here,” Jo said as she handed me a sheet. “Well, I tell you what – both of you van play with Casey’s mum, and I’ll do the project for you. How does that sound?”
“GREAT” the two girls chorused.
“Well then – you sort out the parts while I make sure Mum here is playing properly, and then I’ll take care of both of you.” I walked Bobbi to a large wooden box, set her down and bound her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees, while the two girls sorted the balls into four piles. Once they had done that, I said to them “Right – both of you come and stand in front of me, and put your hands behind your back.”
I crossed the wrist of each of them and tied them together, as well as tying some rope around their waists, before I used some more rope around their arms and tummies. Once they were sitting down, I had them cross their ankles, and then bound them as well as their legs below their knees.
“Now then,” I said as I looked at the sheet, “tell me about how you’re going to explain the model while I build it.”
Come on – it was a fair exchange, my help for their playing along, and Bobbi kept talking to them as well while I put the model together. It didn’t take too long, and they cheered when I showed them the finished model.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, “now, I need to go and pretend to rob the house, so keep quiet for a few minutes.”
It didn’t take me long to find the jewellery, and return to the basement. The girls had slid themselves over and were sitting either side of Bobbi, as I picked up a roll of duct tape and said “now, I need to make sure you keep quiet. Put your lips together, and breathe through your noses.”
I smoothed a strip over each of their mouths – not a really effective gag, but I knew they would have fun trying to get free. “Now you need to try and escape – and good luck at the fair,” I said as I left them there, and made my escape...
Whatever you may think of me, I always try to treat the families I visit with care and dignity. I know it can be upsetting for them, especially the mothers, but making it a game seems to keep things calm.
Which is why it can be so distressing to see the more violent members of my fraternity at work. Case in point – I had been looking to visit the owner of a jewellery shop in the Beeston area of Nottingham. He was a well know man, with a wife in her late thirties. She was a beautiful woman, with long brown hair, while their eleven year old daughter had her father’s light blonde hair colouring.
Anyway, this Thursday evening I knew the husband was at a conference so I parked outside the private school her daughter was attended and waited for a little while. She soon came out, wearing her school uniform – white blouse, red tie, red pullover and blazer with gold trim, pleated knee length grey skirt, white socks and shoes. She got into her mother’s car and they drove off, me following a few metres behind.
I stopped in the street as they parked in the driveway and walked to the house – the mother had on a long black coat, but I could see her dark tights and her high heeled strapped shoes as they walked to the door and into the house. As usual, I waited for a few minutes, but while I was checking my rucksack to ensure I had the supplies, something rather unusual happened.
A grey transit van pulled into the driveway, and I wondered if I was going to have to wait or come back. Before I drove off, however, I saw two men walk from the van to the front door. They were wearing black boiler suits and woolly hats, but as I watched them ring the doorbell, they both pulled the fats down and covered their heads. I caught a glimpse of the mother opening the door, and then they forced their way in.
I literally could not believe my eyes – somebody had beaten me to it, right under my very nose! Curiosity got the better of me, however, so I got out of the car, with my rucksack, and made my way up to the house. I didn’t try to get in the front door, instead making my way round to see if I could see anything at the back.
The rear of the house had a large set of glass patio doors, and through them I could see the mother, wearing a black sleeveless dress, pleading with one of the robbers as he used rope to bind her daughter’s arms behind her back. This was no game – I could see the fear in her eyes as her arms were tied in a box behind her back, and then more rope used to bind her arms at her elbows and around her shoulders.
As he tied her arms to her waist, the first man pushed a large cloth into the mother’s mouth, and forced a knotted white scarf between her lips, before he started to bind her just as cruelly as the young girl.
Now I was getting angry – there was no need for such violence, as the girl was gagged like her mother, and then they dragged the two women out of the room. I went back to the car, and sat for some time, wondering whether or not I should do the decent thing and call the police.
Before I could do that, I saw them come out of the house, carrying bags which they put into the van, and then drove off. They left the front door open, so I decided to see what they had done. Leaving the car, I walked up and into the house, pulling the stocking over my head.
It was quiet, but I could see a door in the hallway open. I made my way over, down the first couple of stairs, and looked down.
The mother and daughter were sat on the floor of the cellar, back to back, with yards of rope holding them together. They both had their ankles tied together, as well as their legs above and below their knees, and then their legs were bent, their ankles tied to their waist by a length of rope that went between their legs.
They both had their eyes closed and were quietly trying to comfort each other, so I left them to it and had a look round. The two men had certainly made a mess, upstairs and downstairs, but as I looked in the mother’s bedroom one thing in particular struck me – they had missed the obvious hiding places.
Oh sure – they had turned out the drawers, and there were jewellery boxes lying on the floor, but they had not searched the wardrobe, the boxes inside the wardrobe, or checked inside the drawers. When I did so, I found several more pieces of and sets of jewellery, which I pocketed for my own benefit.
They had also made a real mess of the daughter’s room, but again for a family like this, I figured there would be hiding places in her room, such as under the bed or in her bookcase – which for some reason they had not touched. That proved fruitful as well – such as the plastic storage box that had jumpers on the top, but underneath a set of pearl earrings and a matching necklace.
Walking back down the stairs, I thought of the mother and daughter in the basement, and I realised for once I had to play the part of rescuer as well as robber. I slipped the stocking off my head, checked outside that nobody was going past, and then went back to my car, depositing everything in the boot before I looked back to the house. Running my fingers through my hair, I walked back up to the house, pushed the door open and said “Hello – anyone at home?”
“DWWNHRRRR!” I heard someone shout out, so I went to the basement door, walked down and said “Hello?” I then saw them staring at me, struggling as I ran down and said “My god – who did this to you?”
I untied and removed the gags from both of them, as the mother said “Oh thank you, thank you – two men tied us up and forced us down here. Fiona, are you all right?”
“I’m all right mum,” the girl said as I started to untie them. “Thank you, whoever you are...”
Once I had them free, I called the police on my mobile phone, and then helped them upstairs, waiting with them until the police and a paramedic crew came to join us. They could not have been more grateful, as I told the police my story, and they both hugged me before I left.
Strange feeling – playing the hero, but it wasn’t the only time I did so.
I had been meeting one of the people whom I deal with for the items I take, when he said “By the way, you’re not planning to do anything in the Beaconsfield area this Saturday, are you?”
Well, I wasn’t but I asked him why he was concerned. “I heard something – the Black Hoods are planning to hit the house of a bank manager in the town, hold his family hostage, force him to open the vault. You know how they work...”
He didn’t need to say any more – the modus operandi of the gang was well known. They would take the family hostage, but after the target had done their bidding – and sometimes before – the females they held hostage were subjected to a rather humiliating binding, and sometimes assault.
“Point taken – any idea who and when?”
“Some guy named Cogsworth – eleven thirty in the morning is when they’re planning to take his wife and kids hostage.”
“Three daughters – nine, ten and twelve. Trust me; the police are going to be mad as hell on this one if they pull their usual stunts.” He downed his drink and headed off, leaving me fuming. I knew this gang knew what they would do, and I did not want that to happen to innocents like that...
Saturday morning, I was outside the house of the Cogsworth family – easily found if you know where to look – watching as the father drove out of the driveway and headed off down the road.
I then made my way up to the front door, and silently opened it, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. I could hear the television on in the front room, but I walked past that, and towards the kitchen.
Mrs Cogworth was standing at the sink, dressed in an olive green blouse with the sleeves rolled up, and an old faded denim skirt that reached almost to the floor, just about covering her black converse trainers. The bottom of a white top was visible under the green blouse, as she washed up some breakfast dishes.
Her muffled gasp as I hand gagged her told me I had taken her completely by surprise, as I whispered “No screaming please – I don’t want your daughters to know I am here yet. Just walk with me to the table, sit down, and I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.”
I felt her nod as I walked her back to the table, and let her sit down as I closed the kitchen door. She looked at me, in my black jacket and trousers, with the stocking over my face, and said “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to play a little game with you and your daughters,” I said as I sat down with her. “I want you to tell them that this is a family game of Cops and Robbers, and I’m playing the robber. Then I’m going to tie you all up, take some of your things and then leave you to look after each other.”
“Oh god,” she said as she looked at me, “Please, don’t hurt them...”
“Believe me, it’s not my intention to hurt them or you.” I looked at the dark haired woman, her chest heaving, and said “What’s your name?”
“All right, Phyllis, have you heard of the Black Hoods?”
She visibly blanched and said “No, you’re not...”
“I’m not – but I have heard they are going to come here today. Get your daughters to play the game, allow me to take a few things, and I can fix things so they get the blame and ever bother another family again.”
“Oh god,” she whispered quietly, and then she said “You will make it as if it is a game.”
“I promise – and then everything will be all right.”
Phyllis nodded, and then said “Very well – but let me tell the girls my way.” I agreed, and so we went into the front room. Her nine year old daughter was lying in front of the television, watching a cartoon, when she turned and saw us.
“Julie,” Phyllis said quietly, “Would you please go upstairs and ask Millicent and Rose to come downstairs? I need to tell all three of you something.”
“All right, Mum,” Julie said as she stood up. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, with a red belt around her waist, and a white t-shirt with “I”, a heart and a moustache on the front. I had seen Mr Cogsworth had some facial hair on the upper lip, so I laughed as she ran off in her yellow slippers.
The next girl in was a little taller than Julie, with blonde hair instead of her younger sister’s black. She was bare foot, and wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans and a pink short sleeved top. “Sit down for me, Millicent,” Phyllis said, as the final girl came in.
She was as tall as her mother, with her blonde hair pulled back in a pigtail, and had on a peach coloured cardigan over a white vest with thin orange horizontal stripes. She was also wearing a pair of jeans, the legs of which were tucked into a pair of knee length black leather boots with a belt detail on the front.
“What is it Mum, I was going to...” she said before she saw me through her glasses, and stifled a scream. “It’s all right, Rose,” Phyllis quickly said, “I asked this man to come and play a game of Cops and Robbers with us.”
“Would you please draw the curtains,” I said to her as Julie came back in, “and then sit with your sisters, so that your mother can explain how the game works.”
She looked at her mother again, and then went to the curtains, drawing them to before she sat down.
“Girls,” Phyllis said as she looked at me, “this man has agreed to come and play the role of a robber, who wants to steal our things. He is going to make sure we cannot stop him, by tying us up, and then he will make sure we cannot speak for a while.”
“You mean he’s going to gag us?”
“That’s right, “I said, “but I won’t hurt you in any way. The point of the game is, after I have gone, to remain as still as possible until some more friends of your mother and father come and surprise you.”
“It’s just like being in a school play,” Phyllis added, “all right?”
I smiled as the girls nodded, and then I said “All right – a real robber will tell you all to sit with your hands on your heads, so do that for me please.”
All three did so, as I guided Phyllis’ hands behind her back, took a length of rope from my bag and then tied them tightly together, crossing them against the small of her back. Once I had them secured, I tied some more rope around her stomach and arms, locking them in place before I said “Sit down and watch while I take care of your daughters. Oldest first – Rose, stand up and put your hands behind your back.”
Phyllis sat herself in an armchair as the television played in the background, and I tied Rose’s wrists behind her back in the same way, making sure I held them firmly together and cinched the band by passing the rope between her wrists. Once I had tied her arms in place, I said “Julie, Millicent, would you please let your older sister lie down on this couch.”
They both got up, their hands still of their heads as they watched Rose lie down on her back, and then I bound her ankles together, the rope rubbing against the leather as I secured them. Finally I tied her legs together below her knees, and above the topes of her boots, passing the rope between her legs to secure it properly.
“I hope that’s not too uncomfortable,” I said as Rose rolled onto her side and looked at her mother. “It’s actually quite comfy,” she finally said, “but what are you going to do to the others?”
“Watch,” I said as I went into the kitchen, and fetched a char from the dining table. I positioned it in front of the television, between the seat Phyllis was in and the couch rose was lying on, and said “Millicent, sit in here please, and put your arms through the gaps in the chair back.”
Once she had done so, I crossed and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the chair back, before I tied some rope around her waist to fix her to the chair back. I then knelt in front of her and tied her ankles to the chair legs, as well as her legs below her knees, and then tied her arms to the chair back.
“This isn’t too bad,” she said as I knelt in front of Julie, put her hands together palm to palm and then tied them tightly together, before tying her arms to her tummy as I had her mother and sister.
“I want you to sit of front of the couch, Julie, and bend your legs for me,” I said as I looked at the young girl. She nodded and sat down, watching with the others as I tied her ankles tightly together, as well as her legs below her knees, and then tied her wrist to the rope on her legs.
“Right then,” I said as I looked in my watch, “I’m going to pretend to take some of your mum’s valuables now. Feel free to talk quietly amongst your selves.”
Before I left, I tied Phyllis’ ankles tightly together, and then her legs above her knees, lifting the hem of her skirt up as I did so. Smiling, I left them alone for a few minutes, and went upstairs.
I was as good as my word – there were a lot of very fine pieces of jewellery, but I left them there, and pocketed a few serviceable things as well as some cash. I also collected some scarves from Phyllis’ bedroom, and then made my way downstairs.
“Right,” I said as I came back in, to find them all where I had left them,”I need to make sure you all stay as still and as quiet as possible. Mum first – sit forward a bit please.”
As Phyllis moved forward, I took a length of rope and tied it around her upper arms, holding them in place, before I folded a small blue silk square and said “Open wide please.”
I nodded to show I had kept it, and then pushed the folded silk pad into her mouth, waiting until she closed it before I covered her mouth with a wide strip of the micropore tape. She grunted “Fnku” as I knelt next to Julie, and said “If you open your mouth, I’ll put this in your mouth, and then cover your lips with tape. It will help you to keep quiet for the game, all right?”
She nodded, then opened her mouth wide as I pushed the folded handkerchief in, and then smoothed the tape over her lips. Standing up, I put a folded black silk neck scarf into Millicent’s mouth, and then a folded red bandana into Rose’s, before tape gagging both of them.
Looking at my watch, I saw it was eleven am. “All right,” I said quietly, “the friends of mine I talked about will be coming in half an hour to surprise you. Your mum knows what to do when they come, so I want you to follow her lead, and to have fun, all right?”
All four of them nodded, Phyllis smiling under the tape as I took my leave of them.
The endgame of that little visit I did not discover until the next morning, when I bought a local paper.
Apparently, Police were given an anonymous tip-off that the notorious Black Hoods planned to hold the family of a local bank manager hostage. When they arrived at the house, they found the manager’s wife and his three daughters tightly bound and gagged, as well as the three members of the gang. Police sources indicated they claimed they had broken into the house, and found all four already secured, but the wife had told police the gang had done this to them, under the threat of serious assault.
“Will Daddy be back in time to see me,” the girl said as they looked at some Lego.
“Of course he will, Angel,” the mother said, “he flies back from his business trip on Monday, and the play is Wednesday.”
“Good – and we can rehearse again later?”
“Of course we can,” the mum said as they walked on. I took a look at them – the girl had long blonde hair, with a red scarf tied over it. The scarf had white dots all over it. Her long green coat covered her clothing.
As for the mum, she had red hair cut in a fringe, going down to the shoulders of her coat. I could see the light purple flannel trousers under it, and the short grey boots the legs were tucked into.
Well, I thought I may as well take the opportunity, so I followed them to the bus stop, rode with them to a housing estate a mile or two outside town, and then watched as they got off the bus and went into a terraced house a few doors down. I got off at the next stop, and walked back, taking my time to look at the house before jumping on the bus back, and collecting my car.
When I returned an hour later, I took my rucksack and walked up to the door, pretending to push a leaflet through the door. Instead, I tried the handle, and finding it opening I slipped in, closing it noiselessly behind me.
I could hear them talking in one of the rooms, but as I got closer and put the stocking down over my head I realised they were actually herearsing some sort of play.
“Please, don’t leave me like this,” I heard the little girl say.
“Don’t worry, little one – your mummy will be joining you soon, and then you can be together.”
“But why did you tie me up?”
“To stop you raising the alarm.”
Well, I was intrigued, so I looked round the corner into the room. The little girl was sitting in a chair, with a length of rope holding her wrist together on her lap, and another one around her ankles. I could now see she was wearing a pink top with three buttons down from the neck, and her sleeves pushed up to her elbows, as well as a pair of yellow knee lengths pants.
Her mother was wearing along sleeved purple top, with the waist straps knotted behind her back, and was reading from some stapled together sheets of paper.
“That’s very good, Angel,” her mother said. “You’re going to be really good in the play.”
“I know,” Angel said as she swung her legs to and fro, “but I really wish he was her to play the part of the robber. Then you could be the mummy and we could really herearse the play.”
Now there was a cue if ever there was one, so I decided to walk in and say “Did I hear you say you needed someone to play a robber?”
The woman looked at me, with the stocking over my head, before I said “Don’t be alarmed – your dad is a friend of mine, and he called me to see if I could come and help you get ready. The door was open, and I did call out, but...”
I looked at the mother and said “Really – You’re Angel, and you’re Ellie, right?” I’d seen the name on an envelope in the hallway, and took a punt at it.
“That’s right,” Ellie said quietly, “so what are you going to do?”
“Well, your husband asked me to pretend to be a real robber, and while you read your lines I’ll make sure you really can’t move. But for me to do that, I need you,” I said as I looked at Ellie, “to go and get two pairs of socks for me – one for you and one for Angel here.”
“Please, mummy,” Angel said as she looked at Ellie. “All right,” she eventually said, “but can I have a word with you, please?”
I walked out of the room with her, before she turned and whispered “Who are you? My husband said nothing about this.”
“No, he didn’t,” I said as I showed her the butt of my pistol, “but just play along and make it a herearsal of the play, and everything will be just fine, understand?”
Ellie looked at my hand, and nodded, saying “Please, don’t hurt her...”
“Just come with me to get the socks,” I said as I took her arm, and we went upstairs, taking one pair of socks from her daughter’s room and one from hers. As we went downstairs, I said “Why don’t we untie your hands and feet, Angel, and you can have a drink before we start.”
Ellie did the necessary, as they both took a drink from the cups on the table, while I read the script.
“All right,” I said quietly, “Why don’t we take it from when the robber surprises you in the front room of your house? Angel, you play your part, your mother is Mum, and I play the robber. Ready?”
Angel nodded, and then screamed “WHO ARE YOU?”
Looking at the script, I say “Be quiet, both of you – do as I say and you won’t get hurt.”
Ellie then said “Oh god – please don’t hurt us...” as Angel hugged her.
“Just keep quiet, and you won’t get hurt. You,” I said as I pointed to Angel,” Come here and put your hands behind your back.”
As she walked over, I said “Put the socks over your hands as you do that.” I watched as she did so, before turning her to face her mum. Ellie said “Be brave” as I crossed Angel’s wrists behind her back, and then tied them together with rope from my bag, before fixing them to her body with rope around her waist.
“That’s tight – nice but tight,” she said before slipping back into role, and crying “Please don’t do this” as I sat her on the couch.
“I have to,” I said reading from the sheet, as I crossed her ankles and tied them together with the soft rope I had brought with me. “You’re better at this than mum,” Angel giggled as Ellie looked on.
“What are you going to do to us?”
“Just keep you out of the way while we rob the place – now, you’re going to go with my friend while I stay with your daughter – and no funny stuff!”
“All right,” Ellie said, and then she sat down. “At this point, I go off stage, and you talk to Angel.”
I looked at the script, and realised we had got to the point I heard them at earlier.
“Don’t cry, little girl – I promise you your mummy will be just fine.”
“Please, don’t leave me like this.”
“Don’t worry, little one – your mummy will be joining you soon, and then you can be together.”
“But why did you tie me up?”
“To stop you raising the alarm.”
I looked again at the script. “It says here Mum enters her hands already tied. Please, Ellie put the socks on your hands and your hands behind your back.”
“All right,” she whispered as she pulled the white socks over her own hands, and then I crossed and bound them behind her back as I had Angel. As well as the ropes around her waist, however, I also tied some rope around her upper body, above and below her chest, holding her arms tightly to her side.
“Why did you do that,” Angel said as I made Ellie sit next to her, crossed her ankles and tied them together.
“To make it realistic,” I said quietly. “Now, take it from the point your mum comes in.”
Ellie nodded, looked at the script and said “Are you all right, Angel”?
“My character’s name is May, mum!”
“Are you all right, MAY,” Ellie said as she looked at me.
“I’m scared, but he’s being nice to me,” Angel said as she watched me tie Ellie’s legs together below her knees. “He really wants us to stay out of the way, doesn’t he?”
“I promise you,” I said as I looked at the script, “just sit here and you’ll be fine. Now, sit forward May.”
Angel shuffled forward, and I saw in the script it called for her wrists to be tied to her mothers. I improvised, however, and tied her arms to her side by winding the rope around her elbows and tummy.
“That’s not in the script,” Angel said as I tied the ropes off.
“No – but you can cuddle into mummy if you want now,” I said as I helped her to sit back. “Now, I’m going to go and rob you – stay here and keep quiet.”
“We’ll be good,” Ellie said, and Angel nodded as well as I left them in the room. “Remember – I can hear you,” I shouted back, then listened to them as they said their lines. Ellie had the role of keeping Angie quiet, while Angie started to cry and ask her mummy what was going to happen.
I searched downstairs first, and then I heard Angie saying “IT’S YOUR LINE!!!”
“Sorry,” I said as I came back in to find them sitting next to each other. Looking at the script, I said “Good – you’re behaving yourself, but I need to look upstairs. Can I trust you to keep quiet?”
They both nodded, so I left them, looking as quickly as I could and finding some very nice items. When I went back down, I saw that Angel was lying with her head on Ellie’s lap.
“Right then,” I said as I looked at the script, “I need to make sure you cannot speak or call for help.” Looking at the script, I saw it called for a scarf to be tied over their mouths, but I needed them to be really quiet, so I took two scarves I had taken from Ellie’s room, rolled them into bands and tied knots in the middle, before saying “Time to gag you – mummy first.”
Ellie kissed her daughter, then opened her mouth and allowed me to ease the knot into her mouth, tying the scarf around her neck. Angel then said “Thank you” as I eased the knot into her mouth, and tied the scarf around her head.
“Now,” I said as I looked at the script, “just sit tight and I’ll call the police once I’m far enough away.” Ellie nodded as Angel rested her head on her mother’s lap again, while I got out of there.
And yes, I did call the police.
I don’t want you to get the impression that every visit I make goes smoothly – I’ve already told you of a few times when I have had to improvise and change my plans. One time in the US, however, was a little different.
I was in one of worst possible places to plan a visit – Washington DC. With the extra security presence, you would think it would not be possible to just walk up to a front door, go in and rob the place by holding the daughter hostage.
Wrong – so long as you don’t plan it, or look suspicious, it can be easier. I was there on business, but you know by now I take time off and look around, so in this case I was in a suburb when I saw them walking past.
The mother was in her early thirties, dark skinned with straight brown hair, and had a black leather jacket over a white top, white trousers and black shoes. Her ten year old daughter had curled brown hair, and was wearing a blue denim jacket over a similar top to her mother, beige trousers and sneakers.
Anyway, I followed them to their home, then went to a local hardware store to buy some supplies before returning. I walked to the back of the house, and let myself into the kitchen – just in time to see Mummy walk in, her jacket now off.
She was going to scream, so I pushed her up to the wall, and clamped my gloved hand over her mouth as I said “Don’t scream – you don’t want to scare your daughter, do you?
She stared at me, and then shook her head as I took my hand away. “Good – just do as I say and everything will be just fine. Where is your daughter?”
“Shhhhh She’s watching television,” she whispered. “What are you going to do?”
“Well,” I said as I took some rope from my jacket pocket, “Right now I’m going to tie your hands behind your back. Just keep quiet, keep calm and turn round.”
As she did so, and I tied her crossed wrists together, she looked over her shoulder and said “Please, my purse is on the table. Just take it and leave us alone.”
“I said to stay calm and keep quiet,” I whispered as I passed more rope around her waist and fixed her arms to her back. “Now, sit down, and tell me your name.”
“My name? It’s Amanda,” she said as she sat in a kitchen chair.
“And your daughter?”
“Toni – what are you going to do to us?”
“Well, Amanda,” I said as I sat, and smiled, “we’re going to tell Toni that you have invited me to come and play a game with both of you. If we make it a game, then it won’t be as scary for her.”
I looked at Amanda, and said “I beg your pardon?”
“No – I’m sorry, but I don’t want her to think she’s playing a tie-up game. I forbid her to play them, and I can’t change my mind now.”
“Don’t you want her to be calm when I tie her up?”
“You’re going to tie her up as well as me?”
“Well, I can’t leave one of you to raise the alarm, can I? Telling her it is a game will make it easier for both of you.”
Amanda shook her head and said “I have firm rules for Toni, and I cannot be seen to be changing them. She’s asked to play these games before, but I have always said no. I believe it is wrong to tie someone up, even if it is a game.”
“I just tied your wrists – and I know you think that is wrong. Why make it scary for her?”
“It’s dangerous – I can’t...”
“Well then Amanda, I guess we have to make it real.” I stood up and opened my bag, taking out a large cloth. “Open your mouth, I need to tightly gag you so that you cannot stop me as I tie Toni up, without any mercy...”
Amanda looked at me as I said that, and then said “All right – all right, we’ll do it your way.”
“Excellent,” I said as I put the cloth back. “I will still gag you, but not yet. Now, stand up and walk with me to Toni – let’s start playing.”
She walked in front of me to the front room, where Toni was lying on the floor watching television.
“Toni? You know how you have asked me to play those games with you?”
“Yes, mum,” Toni said without turning round, “and you’ve always said no.”
“Well, I’m saying yes now – I’ve asked a friend to come round and help us both to play.”
Toni looked over at her mum and me, and then jumped up – not in fear, but in joy as she jumped around, said “THANK YOU!” and hugged her mother. Only then did she notice Amanda had her wrists tied.
“Wow – you’ve started already,” she said as she looked at me. “I’ve been reading stories on the net, looking at clips on YouTube, reading books – and I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”
“You’re welcome,” I said quietly. “Here’s the game – I’m going to be pretending to be a robber, who’s going to make sure you and your mummy cannot stop me robbing you.”
“Great – but make it really tight. I don’t want to be able to move or free myself.”
I nodded and said “All right – I started by tying your mum’s wrists behind her back. Amanda – I want you to go and lie on the recliner over there.”
As she did so, I said to Toni “I want you to hold these for me.” I opened my bag, and handed her two sponges, which she held in fists as I covered her wrists with a pair of socks and then taped the tops to her sleeves, and her wrist into silver balls.
“Oh that’s fantastic,” she said with a huge grin on her face, “no way I can untie the knots now.”
I then tied her wrists behind her back, and to her waist, before deciding that if Toni wanted the works, she would have the works. I tied her arms to her stomach, and then tied a band of rope around her upper arms and shoulders, using two small lengths of rope under her arms to tighten that band.
“How does that feel,” I said as Toni twisted round.
“Great – is mummy getting the extra ropes as well?”
“She is – sit in that chair,” I said as I pointed to an armchair, “and I will take care of her.”
“Does it hurt,” Amanda said to Toni as I sat her up, then tied her arms to her body, the rope above and below her chest.
“No – it’s really tight and comfy, mum. Do you feel it as well?”
Amanda looked at her body as I tightened the ropes and said “It’s not too uncomfortable.”
“It need not be,” I said as I tightened her chest ropes, and then knelt down, crossing her ankles and tying them tightly together with more rope, followed by her legs below her knees. Once her legs were secured, I asked her to lie on her stomach, and then taped over her hands so that they were covered as well.
Amanda rolled back over and watched as Toni had her ankles put side by side and tied together, as well as her legs below her knees.
“Now then,” I said as I looked at them, “if you both promise to keep quiet, I’ll leave you ungagged while I steal your valuables.”
“Thank you,” Amanda said as I left the, but not before hearing Toni say “See Mum – it’s not as bad as you feared, is it?”
“No, I guess not,” I heard Amanda said, and then I went up the stairs to start my search.
A short while later, I came down to find that Toni had, as I expected, hopped over to sit with her mother on the recliner, as the two of them talked.
“I need to keep you both quiet now,” I said as I opened my bag, “If you both open your mouths, I’ll make sure you cannot raise the alarm for a while.”
“Oh goodie – this is going to be fantastic,” Toni said as I pushed a hankie into her mouth, and then tied the belt from her bath robe into her mouth – having tied a knot in it first. I then took a roll of white medical tape from my bag, and wrapped it round her head to further silence her.
“All right,” I said to Toni, who nodded, her lips under the tape grinning as I said to Amanda “your turn.”
“What happens after you gag me?”
“You start to try to escape before someone finds you,” I said as I held a folded blue scarf in my hand, “and don’t be afraid – Toni is enjoying this, aren’t you?”
Toni nodded as I pushed the scarf into Amanda’s mouth, used the belt from her bath robe on her, and taped around her head.
“All right then,” I said as I looked at them, then picked Toni up and sat her back in the chair, “have fun.”
Funny thing – a few weeks later I was checking an on-line story forum when a girl named Toni posted what had happened to her – and that her mum was now playing the games regularly with her.
Now, bear with me, because this one can get a little confusing. It started in Westfield out in Stratford, when I saw presumed where a mother with three kids – a nine year old and two ten year olds. It was late autumn, and they all had heavy coats on, but the names on the bags they were carrying made them pique my interest.
The mother had on a pair of bellbottom faded jeans and a green blouse, and looked in her late twenties or early thirties. She was only about five foot seven, with long brown hair. The younger kid had long red hair, and her jacket covered a white smock top, dark pants and short black furry boots.
As for the ten year olds, they looked like they could be twins – both wearing red jumpers, jeans and black shoes. The only difference was one had blue jeans and the other black, but they both had light brown long hair.
Still, I followed them to the tube station, with my rucksack, and then out to Grange Hill, where they got off and walked to a detached house. I allowed them enough time to get in and remove their coats, then made my way to the back door and let myself in.
“I’ll just get the drinks,” I heard the older woman say, and then she came into the kitchen – right into my arms, as I grabbed her, hand gagged her and said "Not a word – this is a robbery, so just do as I say, all right?”
She nodded, so I removed my hand and said “What’s your name?”
“All right Rhea,” I said as I pulled her hands behind her back, and used a plastic zip tie to secure them, “Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to go to your daughters, and tell them they’re going to play a game with you of robbers. They need to do what I say to play, understand?”
“I understand,” Rhea said quietly, “but only one of them is my daughter.”
“Well then, you tell all of them to play along,” I said as I pushed her in front on me, and into the room. As we went in, Rhea said “Girls, this man is going to play a game of robbers with us, all right?”
“Robbers? That sounds like a great game, Aunt Yvonne!”
Now that was confusing, as the woman I had tied was called Rhea. I looked at the ten year old, as Rhea said “So you don’t mind playing, Zoe?”
The girl in black jeans said “No Mum, it sounds fun – doesn’t it Yvonne?”
“Yeah – especially with my big sister playing.”
“Big sister?” I looked at Rhea, who was at least twenty years older, who shrugged as the other ten year old said “All right Aunt Rhea – what do we need to do to play?”
“Listen to the man, Anne – he’ll tell you,” she said as she looked at me, and I got the names straight in my head. “You’re Anne,” I said pointing to the ten year old in blue jeans, “You’re Zoe and you’re Yvonne? Right then – the game is that I’m going to be a big bad robber, and I need to keep all of you out of the way while pretend to rob the house. I’ll do that by making sure none of you can move, or talk, but I’ll make sure you get free later. All right?”
“Okay,” Yvonne said “As I’m their aunt, I should tie them up, and then you can tie me up.”
“Oh no,” Anne said quietly, “I’m older than you, and you’re my cousin, so you don’t have that right.”
“Yes it does – you are my niece, and you are my cousin, true, and Zoe is only my niece, so I get to...”
“Girls,” I said to stop the argument, “I’ll tell Zoe what to do, and she can tie both of you up while I tie your mother, sister, aunt – whatever, up. Then I will take care of Zoe, before I pretend to rob the place, all right?”
I made Rhea sir in a chair, before saying to Zoe “Right, I want you to start by putting these socks on the hands of Anne and Yvonne. You two,” I said as I handed two pairs of socks from my bag to Zoe, and then took out four sponge balls, “Hold one of these in each hand and hold them out.”
As they did so, I taped Yvonne’s hands into balls with duct tape, then allowed Zoe to pull the socks over them before she taped the top to her aunt’s arms. I then did the same for Anne, before telling them both to put their hands behind their backs.
“Are you all right, Yvonne,” Rhea said as she watched Zoe copying me, crossing the young girl’s wrists and tying them together, then to her waist.
“I’m fine, sis,” Yvonne said as she looked at her, “It feels quite nice actually.” Zoe swapped places with me, and then copied me as I tied Anne’s lower arms to her sides with my double figure of eight, then her upper arms around her shoulders.
Once Zoe had tied off the ropes, I invited Anne and Yvonne to sit on the floor, and allowed Zoe to tie their legs, at the ankles, and below the knees, before saying “there now – all nice and secure. You’re next Zoe – hold these sponges for me please.”
After a few minutes had passed, Zoe was sitting next to the other two girls, they three of them talking as I said 2Sit forward with your back to me, Rhea, and I’ll take care of you as well.”
“IT’s tight, but comfy, Aunt Rhea,” Zoe said as I taped up Rhea’s hands, then cut away the zip tie, pulled socks up over her hands and started to bind her with rope. The obvious difference with Rhea was that I wrapped rope around her arms and body, above and below her chest, instead of the other two bands of rope. When I had finished, she was sitting in the chair talking to the other three.
“Now,” I said as I looked in the bag, “I need to go and rob the house. Can I trust you all to keep quiet?”
“NO!” The three girls chorused in unison, so I took out four bandanas, and cleave gagged them all, before heading for the upstairs rooms.
As I searched them, however, I was still trying to wrap my mind round the family relations – and getting more and more curious to understand what was going on. So after I had pocketed some things, I went downstairs, and said “If I take the gags out for a moment, will you explain how you are related to each other for me?”
Rhea looked at the girls and nodded, before I eased the scarves from their mouths and left them hanging down from their necks. She licked her lips and said “Right – let me go first.
“Dad married my mother when they were young – 18 and 19 – and I was born a year later. Then came Brian, Colin and Dave, but Mum died giving birth to Dave. They’re all now married, with their own lives and kids, and live elsewhere.
“Dad then remarried, and had four more kids to Wendy, my step mum. Two girls and two boys – the boys are with Dad at a football match, and Pauline is at her grandmothers.”
“Which leaves me,” Yvonne said with a bright smile.
“Okay – that explains you two. What about Anne?”
“Well, Anne’s father is my brother, Brian. He has two kids – Anne’s brother and her. Steve is also at his grandmother with Pauline?”
“They have the same grandmother?”
“Yeah,” Anne said, “Mum is my great aunt Wendy’s sister.”
I just nodded – close families are one thing, but this was ridiculous!
“As for Zoe – I married young as well. Her brother Jimmy is at the same relative with his cousins.”
“So,” I said quietly, “Yvonne is your half sister, and Anne is your niece, but Zoe is your daughter?”
“Yeah,” Yvonne said, “and Zoe and Anne are my nieces, but Anne is also my cousin.”
“While Zoe is my cousin,” Anne said, “but not Yvonne’s. Which means she does not get to boss me around!”
“Okay, I get it now,” I said as I looked at them, “but it’s time to get back to the game. The wicked robber has to make sure all of you stay really quiet, before you are rescued.” I took four hankies from my back, put one in each of their mouths, and then tightened the cleave gags back on them.
As I wrapped tape round their heads, Rhea said “Hwlng?”
“You can start to try and escape when /I leave,” I said with a smile, “but if you are not free in one hour, you will be released.”
I made sure they were all quiet, checked the ropes and socks, and then left them to get on with it – while I bought some aspirin...
Now, I am a great admirer of a man called Jay Edwards - he as a criminal has a similar line of approach to his work as I do, except he works with a group of people and holds whole families hostage to force the head of the household to do things. I’ve even had the privilege of working alongside him on a couple of occasions, and he is efficient, gentle and kind. He doesn’t pretend it is a game to the kids, but he treats them with respect.
He also has a female assistant, known as Mrs McPhee, who I met once when I helped him with a family where there were young children involved. She acts like a nanny, and focuses on keeping them calm and unafraid. Like I say, a good team, and they pay well when they have used me.
Why did that come to mind? Because I was just reminded of a mother and daughter I met once. I was on a job – my day job – in the Esher area when I saw this woman coming out of a school with her daughter. She would have been about thirty, and was dressed in a white jumper, grey skirt and jacket, and black boots. She had long blonde hair, and was about five foot eight.
Her daughter was in a school uniform - grey skirt and jacket, pale blue blouse, white socks and black shoes. She also had a pink Alice band holding her hair back.
Like I said, normal and respectable looking – but the gold bangle around her wrist was similar to one I had seen in a jeweller’s, and I knew it was worth a fair amount. Also her ear studs, with the blue gems in them – to was too rich a blue for Cubic Zirconium. Could they be real Sapphires?
Intrigued, I followed them as they walked to a smart little semi-detached house, and I saw the car parked in the driveway. I took a note of the car number, and then headed back – I was going to be late for an appointment if I did not hurry.
A search on my computer showed me the man of the house was a senior accountant and tax adviser – two kids, the daughter and a younger son. I decided then that Saturday would be a good time to pay a visit to them...
I watched form my car as the man came out with a nine year old boy, with short dark hair, got into the back of the car and drove off. Stepping out and taking my rucksack, I walked up to the front door of the house and let myself in.
I could hear music from upstairs, as well as the living room, so I looked in there. The mother was standing there, dressed in a grey jogging outfit, and sitting down as she put a pair of training shoes on.
“Hurry up , Lisa,” she called out without looking up, “Sooner we get the shopping done, sooner we...”
She stopped talking as she saw me standing there, pointing my fake pistol at her and with my finger to my stocking covered lips. She looked at me, without any fear in her eyes, and said “I see – this is a robbery, is it?”
“It is,” I said quietly, “I need you to do everything I say, and then you and Lisa can have a nice time this morning. What’s your name?”
“Yvonne – Yvonne Williamson,” she said quietly, “What’s yours?”
“Not going to tell you,” I said as I heard footsteps upstairs. “You’re going to tell Lisa that you and her are going to play a game of robbers with me, understand?”
“So long as you promise not to hurt her,” Yvonne said as the footsteps came down the stairs, and Lisa ran into the room. She had on a pair of pink leggings with a white top over it, and a pair of white socks.
“Have you seen my shoes, Mum,” she said as she came in, and then she saw me. “Oh,” she said quietly, “who are you?”
“This man has come to play a game of robbers with both of us – he’s a friend of Daddy’s,” Yvonne said. “Would you like to play a game before we go shopping.”
“Yeah, that sounds fun,” Lisa said, and she actually smile as she looked at me. “So he’s broken into the house, and now he needs to tie us up?”
“That’s right,” I said as I slipped my rucksack off my back, “so both of you kneel down and I’ll tie your hands behind your back.”
“May I make a suggestion? Force me to tie Lisa up, then gag her, than to tie my own legs and gag myself before you finish tying me. Is that acceptable?”
“All right, mummy,” I said as I got into the game, “Have you got any rope?”
Yvonne smiled, then went into the hallway, returning with a box of ropes. She also had two pairs of white socks, one of which she handed to Lisa. “Put these on your hands,” she said, and as her daughter put them on, she selected a length of rope.
I watched, amazed as she expertly doubled the rope, crossed Lisa’s wrists behind her back and bound them tightly together, before wrapping more rope around her waist and locking her wrists to the small of her back.
I checked the ropes, and they were professional – tight, but not uncomfortable, and the knots were well out of reach of any fingers. “Have you done this before,” I said to Yvonne as she selected another length of rope.
“We play these games from time to time,” she said to me as she wrapped the rope around Lisa’s arms and stomach, locking them into place, before a third length went around her upper arms and body. She made sure that band was tightened with little lengths of cord under her arms, and then helped Lisa to sit in a comfy chair.
“Good job Mum,” Lisa said as she watched Yvonne sit down. I saw her smile and say “thank you dear – now, ankles crossed like a good girl,” before she tied Lisa’s ankles and her legs below her knees, tightly, comfortably – and I could not help thinking there was something in her style I had seen before.
“Now then,” Yvonne said as she stroked the blonde hair away from her daughter’s face, “Would you like a sponge or a hankie for your mouth?”
“Hankie please Mum.”
Lisa smiled and opened her mouth to allow Yvonne to push the cloth in, and then closed her lips, the big smile on her face clearly visible under the length of white micropore tape that Yvonne smoothed over her mouth.
“It’s mummy’s turn now, so be brave, all right?”
Lisa nodded as Yvonne sat on the edge of a long recliner, and tied her own ankles and legs tightly together. I had to admire the way she did it, the coils neatly wrapped and cinched, before she set her feet down and picked up a sponge, squashing it and filling her mouth before she smoothed a long length of the white tape over her lips. She then turned her back to me, looking at Lisa and winking as she pulled the other pair of socks over her hands and then crossed her wrist behind her back.
Well, after such a performance I felt she deserved to be treated with due respect for her talents – so I taped over her hands with the white tape, and then bound her as she had bound Lisa – crossed wrist tied, and then secure to her waist, before some rope around her lower arms and stomach. I then tied rope above and below her chest, making sure she was very tightly and comfortable secured, before helping her to lie down so that she could watch her daughter.
As I searched upstairs, I found a hidden closet in the master bedroom, and saw – well, let’s just say there was a wide and varied selection of toys and equipment in there. I figured that how was how Yvonne knew what to do, as I took some choice jewellery, went downstairs to check they were all right, and then left the house.
As I drove off, I saw the son walking back, and smiled, knowing they would be free soon enough. I later learned Jay Edwards had struck again that day – I like to think he would have been proud of what I did as well.
One thing I have learned, as these stories I hope illustrate, is how to move and adapt to the situation I find myself in. For example, I once followed this woman, with a girl I took to be her granddaughter, to a block of flats in Ealing. The older woman was in her late sixties, but looked and dressed younger. She had platinum blonde hair, was slim, and wore a black biker’s jacket over leggings and over the knee black leather boots.
The girl with her looked to be about eleven years old, and was wearing a brown sheepskin coat, a pair of jeans and brown fur lined boots. Nothing very special, but the grandmother looked as if she had some money by the way she looked, her sunglasses covering her eyes, so I decided they would be good to play a game with.
I had my bag of tricks with me, but these flat blocks can be a real devil to get into – except as she and her granddaughter came in, a delivery van driver was coming out, so I slipped past in time to see them enter a ground floor flat.
There was a little space under the stairs, which I used to put my gloves and mask on, and then I just walked up and knocked on the door. As the door opened, I saw the grandmother there, in a black vest like top that hung over her leggings.
“Yes, can I...” was all she said before I pushed her into the hallway, putting my gloved hand over her mouth as I said “Keep quiet – no shouting, no screaming, or it’s your granddaughter that might get hurt. Understand?”
She nodded as much as she could, her long blonde hair moving up and down, as I said “Good – now I’ll take my hand away, and you talk quietly, all right?”
She nodded again, so I removed my hand and said “what’s your name?”
“Goldie,” she whispered, “Please, don’t hurt Lucy...”
“Who was at the door Granny,” I heard the girl say, and then she walked into the hallway – slightly differently dressed.
She had on a large black sweatshirt, in an adult size, so that for her it was like a jersey dress. A thin black belt was around her waist, and she had a black handbag hanging by a chain from her wrist. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had beads and a necklace round her neck.
The funniest thing was the pair of heeled white boots she had on – easily several sizes too big, both in the foot and also the length, as they went over her knees. She looked at me and said “Oh cool – are you playing dress up too?”
“That’s right,” I said as I looked at her and Goldie, “I’m the bad robber who has come to rob Lady Lucy and her housekeeper. I hope you know that means I have to make sure you cannot stop me?”
Goldie looked at Lucy, and said “It’s all right, miss – we need to do whatever he says, and then we’ll be safe.”
“You’re a bad man,” Lucy said as she looked at me, but she was smiling – it was a game to her, which is what I wanted.
“Both of you, in the front room,” I said as I looked at her, “and then I want your housekeeper to draw the blinds.”
We all walked in, and as Goldie pulled the blinds over her windows I said “Now Lady Lucy, I need you to sit on the long couch, and put your hands on your head while I make sure your housekeeper is secured.”
“All right,” Lucy said, and she put her hands on her head, the sleeves of her top falling down as I took a chair from the dining table and set in the middle of the room. “Sit down,” I said to Goldie, and as she made herself comfortable I took a length of rope out of my back. Guiding her arms around the chair back, I tied her wrists tightly together and then secured them to the chair back.
“Are you all right, my lady,” Goldie said, playing along as I tied her upper body to the chair with a band around her waist, and another under her chest.
“I’ll be all right – will you be,” Lucy said to her grandmother, who smiled and nodded as I put her left ankle against the chair leg and tied it in place, repeating the process on the other side, and then tying her knees in place as well.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Goldie said as I stood up. “Please, treat my lady kindly.”
I looked at the young girl, sitting there, and then said “Put your hands in front of you, Lady Lucy.”
As she did so, I tied her wrists tightly together, palm to palm, and then tied some rope around her tummy and arms to hold them in place. “Now then,” I said as she wriggled her arms round, “Lie down with your head on the arm of the chair, and stretch your legs out.”
As she did so, I crossed and tied her ankles tightly together, pulling the rope so that the leather was gathered around her ankles, and then cinching it between her legs. I then tied her legs together, above her knees this time, and then made sure her top covered everything it needed to.
“Now, I need to look for Lady Lucy’s jewels,” I said with a smile. “Can I trust you to keep quiet for the moment?”
“You can,” Goldie said with a nod of her head, so I left them to talk while I searched the flat. I also found two scarves, and decided a simple gag would be best. I folded them into two bands – a smaller green scarf and a large black and gold one – and tied knots in the middle of them, before I walked back into the front room.
“I have what I came for,” I said as I held the larger scarf in front of Goldie’s lips, “and now you need to be kept quiet. Don’t worry – someone will come to rescue you soon.”
“Thank you,” Goldie said as I gagged her, then used the smaller scarf on Lucy, with her raising her head to help me. I left the flat, and pushed a quick note through the supervisor’s door before ringing his bell – leaving me just enough time to get out of there.
Sometimes, you have to go the extra mile to maintain the illusion that it is all a game. A few months ago, I called on a house in Nottingham, in an area called Mapperley. It was a detached house, belonging to a local shop owner, whom I had seen with his wife and daughter a few times.
Getting in was not a problem, and I soon found Mummy in a downstairs room, looking over some papers as she sat at a desk. Her surprise when she felt my hand over her mouth was total, as I said “Not a word – just put your hands behind your back and keep quiet.”
She nodded and moved her hands behind her, staring straight ahead a is used a plastic zip tie to secure her wrists together. Standing her up, I turned her round and looked at her. She was about five foot ten, with long black hair that had a slight grey streak, and wore a pair of rose tinted large spectacles. A pink bolero style jacket was on top of a white t-shirt, and a pair of jeans with taupe coloured shoes completed her outfit.
“What’s your name,” I asked through my stocking.
“Molly – Molly Carr.”
“All right Molly – where’s your daughter?”
“She’s in the front room – please, leave Blossom alone...”
“Don’t panic, Molly – we’re going to see Blossom, and tell her that I have come to play a game with you and her, all right? A game of robbers, and she’s to play along.”
“All right,” Molly said as we walked into the front room. Nine year old Blossom was indeed there, wearing a light pink knee length dress with a dark pink cardigan. A set of beads were around her neck, while she had a pink ribbon tied in a bow in her long light brown hair.
“Who’s the funny man, mummy,” she said as she looked up, a large doll in a nightdress n her arms.
“He’s come to play an exciting game of robbers with us, Blossom. That sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
Blossom looked at us, and seemed a little uncertain. “But I wanted to play with Daisy,” she said as she rocked the doll in her arms.
“She can play as well,” I said quietly, “yes, Daisy can play as well,” Molly said with a slight tremble. “Please, Blossom – I really want to play this game with you.”
“Oh all right – what do I have to do,” she said with a sigh.
“Well,” I said, “I’m going to make sure you and your mum cannot stop me looking for nice things like earrings and jewels, and then leave you to try to escape. Why don’t you take care of Daisy, and keep her calm, while I get your mother ready first?”
Blossom kept rocking Daisy and talking to her as I sat Molly in a chair, crossed her ankles and tied them tightly together with rope, then bound her legs below her knees. I then tied cut away the tie, before giving her two sponges to hold, taping them into balls, covering them with a new pair of socks and taping them to her jacket, and then secured her arms as I usually did, with her wrists crossed, then bound together and tied to her waist, before using rope above and below her chest.
“Now I need to keep mummy quiet,” I said as I folded a large handkerchief, and put it in Molly’s mouth, before using a strip of towel with a knot in it as a cleave gag, and then wrapping white tape around her head.
“Tssslrrt, dsthrrt,” Molly mumbled as she looked at Blossom. “All right, Blossom,” I said as I knelt in front of the little girl, “it’s your turn. Do you want to be tied like mummy, or does it scare you to see that?”
Blossom bit her bottom lip, and said “No – I want to be like mummy.”
“All right – put Daisy in her seat, and then hold these sponges for me.”
As she put the doll down, and held the sponges, I covered her hands in the same way as Molly, and then tied her wrist together behind her back, before securing them with more rope around her waist. I then tied her lower arms to her tummy, with the double figure of eight rope, and then her upper arms around her shoulders, with smaller lengths under her arms.
“Now, Blossom, why don’t you lie on the...” I was surprised to see she had started crying so I said “Don’t cry – you’ll be all right.”
“It’s not me who’s crying – it’s Daisy.”
“Daisy? What’s wrong with Daisy?”
“She’s hungry, I have to feed her – and now I can’t hold her or the bottle. She’ll keep crying unless...” She then looked at me and said “You’ll have to feed her.”
“Shhhsssfnnee,” Molly said as I stammered “I’m sure Daisy can...”
“No – you have to feed her. You tied me up, you feed my baby.”
Now, it’s not the first time I’ve had to feed and change a baby during a visit, but it was still strange, as I held the doll in one arm and pretended to feed her with a bottle, Blossom watching all the time. I then put her on my shoulder and walked with her, gently patting her back until Blossom let out a burp.
“She thinks you’re her daddy!” she laughed as I put Daisy down, but a is picked up the rope she said “no – you need to put her to bed now.”
“All right,” I said as O picked Daisy up, and Blossom stood up. “Don’t move,” I said to Molly, who just shook her head as we went up to Blossom’s room.
There were a lot of dolls there, as well as a little crib, so I pt Daisy in it and rocked it to and fro as Blossom sang a few lullabies. Eventually, she said “Good – she’s asleep. Now you can have milk and cookies.”
“But I’m not hungry Blossom – and I need to play the game.”
“OH no – you must have milk and cookies after putting baby to bed.”
Well, I had no choice – I took Blossom to the kitchen, sat her in a chair and poured a glass of milk which I drank – lifting my stocking up to show my mouth – and ate some cookies.”
“You have a kind mouth,” she said as I pulled the mask back down, “Now I want some milk and cookies.”
“I’ll have to feed you.”
“Good – you tied me up, you feed me and wipe my mouth.”
Once she had finished, and I wiped her mouth, she jumped off the chair and I walked her back to the front room. Before we got there, however, she said “OH no – Matilda has come home early. You’ll have to tie her up as well!”
“Daisy’s older sister,” she said as she pointed with her bound hands to a Raggedy Ann doll on the floor. “All right then,” I said as I picked her up, “I’m sorry but you need to be tied up as well. Blossom, I need you to sit on the couch while I take care of her.”
Using some cords, I tied the dolls arms together behind the back, and then tied some cord around the upper body. More cord went around her ankles and her legs, before I stuck a little strip of tape over her mouth.
“Would you like her to lie with you,” I said to Blossom, who nodded as I put the doll next to her, and then helped her to lie down, crossing and binding her ankles, and then her legs below her knees. I then used the same sort of gag on her as I had on her mother, winding the tape round her head to keep it in place.
A short while later, I looked in to see Blossom trying to talk to Miranda, while Molly was chuckling away in her chair.
Which was a good way to leave them – happy and contented...