The
Seventies Cat
I guess the
memories started to come to mind when I was doing a recent security consultancy
for a young heiress. She had been
recommended to me by a good friend, Caroline Jameson, as a client of Xavier
Insurance especially as she had been the recent victim of a home invasion.
She was a
delightful young woman but loved to dress in the seventies BoHo style. When we met, she was wearing a scoop necked
sweater and a long brown tie dyed skirt, brown granny boots and a flower in
her hair. Well, a flower on a hair band
that went round her head.
As she walked
me round her house, we talked about what had happened to her how she had been
surprised at home, and tied with ropes to a chair before a rag was stuffed into
her mouth, and then they ransacked the place.
Scary, but she was coping well with it and I saw some ways to improve
her own security.
But, of course,
that insight comes from my career and as I drove home and was typing up my
report, some memoirs of my own youth in the seventies came to mind.
Such as Agnes. Agnes was a computer operator, at a time when
that meant a typist who sat in front of a big clunky white box with a screen in
the middle. I knew this from the picture
in the main room of her flat I saw when I had broken in to relieve her of her
jewels and then, just before I had a chance to get away, she walked in.
Her hair was
big two cans of Silverkin Hairspray a day big and she was wearing a cream
coloured top with a leather belt round her waist, a purple leather waistcoat
and mini skirt, dark tights, and knee length chocolate brown leather boots.
She was
certainly surprised to see me but I spoke calmly, clearly, and told her I
only wanted her valuables, and she would be unharmed although I would have to
make sure she could not raise the alarm for a little while. She nodded and said she believed me, only
asking I leave the radio on before I left her unable to do anything.
So I allowed
her to go to relieve herself, before I asked her to lie on her back on the bed,
and then to put her hands together in prayer.
As she did so, I made a loop in the end of a ball of twine I had picked
up, and when she had put her hands together I slipped the loop down over her
hands, and pulled it tight so that her wrists were held together.
We talked as I
took the twine around and between her wrists, making sure they were snugly tied
together, and then took her hands above her head before wrapping the twine
around and between the metal frets of her headboard.
When I was
done, she could not move her hands away, or get off the bed which, I had to
admit when she asked, was kind of the point.
She had the good grace to laugh as her head rested on the pillows, and
then she watched as I cut the twine with some scissors, walked to the foot of
the bed and made a second loop, before I used the same method to secure her ankles
together, then to the foot of the bed.
So there she
was, wriggling round as I made sure she was covered up, before I had to make sure
she stayed quiet. In her wardrobe, I
found a long black chiffon scarf, so I folded that up into a pad, and then waited
as she opened her mouth before I pushed it in as far as it could safely
go. I left it at that I didnt want
her to be at any more discomfort than necessary, but she was kept quiet as I
kissed her forehead, and then left her to make my exit.
I know what
youre thinking the seventies, so hes going to of on about tight boots once
more. Actually, no the seventies were
about a lot more than hot pants and go go boots.
Although, I
warn you now, one tale will involve hot pants.
First, though,
let me take you to Tottenham, and a sunny afternoon in 1976, when I had let
myself into the home of a family to see what I could find. I knew the man of the house was out to work,
and his wife was at a church committee meeting, so I felt safe in not being disturbed.
What do they
say about pride and the fool? I had
entered from the kitchen, and had searched upstairs, but as I walked back down
the door opened, and their daughter walked in.
I knew a little about her she was a twenty year old student but she
certainly was not expecting to see me.
She had on a brown velvet coat, a suede handbag over one shoulder, and
the jacket was over a green jacket and skirt.
The clothes had a brown and white fern pattern on it, and a tie belt
round the waist. Finally, she was wearing
a pair of wedge soled cork sandals with white leather straps.
She also was
about to turn round and run out of the house, so I am afraid I had to go
quickly behind her and put my gloved hand over her mouth, whispering in her ear
as she struggled to calm down, to remain quiet, and I was not going to hurt her
if she did what I said.
Eventually, she
calmed down enough for me to take my hand away, and she asked me what I was
going to do. I told her I had already
found valuables, but right now I had to make sure she did not raise the alarm, so
I asked her if she had any sort of tape in the house.
She took a
moment to digest that, and then said all she had was packing tape so I told
her to take me to where the tape was, and we went into the front room as she
retrieved it from a wooden wall unit.
There was an
old fashioned armchair there, with wooden armrests and a cushioned seat, so I
told her to sit down, and to put her hands palm down on the rests. When she had done that, I tore the end of the
brown tape free from the roll, and wrapped it tightly round her wrist and her
arm just before her elbow, fixing her arms into place.
I then taped
her ankles together, as the soles of her sandals sat on the floor, before I
made sure the television was on those when the days when there were three
channels, but BBC Two in the afternoons weekdays was industrial films. I clearly remember this one was about
drilling for gas under the North Sea, but she could not complain.
After all, I
had covered her mouth and jaw with several strips of the brown tape, before
making my getaway
.
Falmouth then
a much quieter town than it is now, but renowned for the seafood and the
atmosphere.
And on this
spring day, I was walking along the harbour line, just passing the day. I had something I needed to do later, but
just then I was enjoying the atmosphere and the sights.
And yes
although it pains me to say this given the years since, one of those sights
were the young ladies. I was
particularly taken with one young woman sitting outside a pub long black
hair, a cheesecloth sleeveless blouse with the ends tied under her chest, denim
hot pants, and heeled sandals.
I would have
sat there for hours and admired her beauty but, as I said, I had a job to do,
so I made my way to the outskirts of the town, and a detached house in its own grounds.
Getting entry
was easy enough well, climbing up the vine that was up the walls and into the
open bedroom window was easy enough.
Nowadays, no way I would have tried that, but i was younger, fitter,
more stupid
Anyway, I was
lucky enough to find myself in a bedroom, and the jewellery boxes were out, so
I was emptying them into a sack as my fee.
They were not what I was there for, but I knew it would be in another
room.
Before I got a
chance to walk out of the room, though, the door opened and the girl from the
pub walked in. She took one look at me,
and then asked if I was robbing her parents.
I replied in the affirmative I never lie unless it is unavoidable
and she actually smiled and said it would, and I quote form memory, serve that
stupid bitch of her mother right.
She then asked
if I was going to tie her up, and when I said i had to she walked to a wardrobe
and took out some long chiffon rectangles, of various colours, before she lay
face down on the bed and put her hands together behind her back.
I started with
a yellow scarf, which I tied round her arms and pulled her elbows together
before I secured the ends. A red scarf
was then sued to tie her wrists together, in both cases taking the material
between her arms as well.
She looked back
as i used a green and blue scarf to secure her ankles together, and then her
legs below her knees, before I asked her if she happened to know the
combination to the safe in her parents bedroom. She gave me a sequence of numbers and then
I sued a black rectangle to cleave gag her, leaving her to roll onto her side
as she watched me leave the room.
She did give me
the right combination, so I returned to thank her as she nodded, the scarf
getting damp at the corners of her mouth and then I left her there to be
found.
The other thing
that younger girls and some older women who probably should have known better
liked to wear, and that was the boob tube.
You remember them strapless, like a band of cloth over their chests.
And that was
what this particular brunette was wearing when I disturbed her in her bedroom
one day. This garment was made of an
elasticated material, blue checked, and she was also wearing the most amazing
pair of bell bottom pants white, with all manner of bows printed on them
except for the three stitched on the front at the waistband. She was also wearing a pair of white shoes
with a wedge sole and heel.
By this time, I
was bringing with me things I might need in case I came across anyone in my
visits, so I told her to remain calm, and she would be fine and then I told
her I was going to make sure she could not raise the alarm, as I took out of my
pocket a roll of silver duct tape and held it up.
She asked me
what I was going to do with that, and as I ripped the end of the roll clear I
told her I was going to tape her up so I told her to put her hands behind her
back, but kept talking as I wrapped the tape tightly round them to hold them
together, asking her where her valuables were, and where she would be most
comfortable.
I then wrapped
the tape round her waist, to keep her wrists against her back, and then passed
it round in a second band, holding her lower arms against her back and round
her stomach below the top. The third bad
went round her arms above her top, so that although the silver tape never went
over that top, the bands held her arms firmly in place.
She then lay on
her back on the bed, bending her legs as I taped them together above and below
her knees, and then her ankles, the bell bottoms flaring out from under the
silver band.
Finally, I
covered her mouth with the tape, and she watched as I took her jewellery, and
then left her there
One more tale
and this was one where, for reasons that will become clear, I made sure the
lady of the house really was secure.
This was one of
the occasions I walked up to the front door and knocked the door being opened
by a woman with long strawberry blonde hair, wearing a maxi dress in purple and
orange. The material had spots of a contrasting
shade of the same colour on it the skirt purple, then the orange hem that
matched the body and sleeves. The body
was like a vets with purple neck and side panels, and a tie effect on the
neckline. Finally, she was wearing a
pair of Scholl sandals with silver and purple straps.
She asked who I
was, and I said I had been asked to deliver a letter to the house, but she had
to sign for it. A simple ruse, but as
she took the clipboard I handed her the surprise when I pushed her back in and
closed the door made her scream. I told
her to calm down, I wasnt going to hurt her, I just wanted the coin collection
I knew her husband kept in a strongbox.
That was when
she told me well, put it this way, he would not be happy she had let this
happen. That was when I said I would
leave her in such a way it would be abundantly clear she had no choice but to
let me do this. When she nodded and said
she would do what I said, the first thing I told her to do was to pull the telephone
wire from the wall.
As she did
this, I rook the knapsack I had over my shoulder and took out a length of white
rope, then guided her wrists behind her back and crossed them before I secured
them firmly together.
I then took a
longer length of rope, and tied it round her upper body, forcing her arms
against her sides as it framed her chest.
I normally only did this if I had to, but something told me it would be
better for her if she was truly secured.
When I was
done, she twisted round, and then walked with me into the front room of the
house, taking a seat on a long leather couch as I pulled the curtains closed
over the window. I then helped her to
lie down, and she watched as I used one length of rope to secure her legs
together above her knees, gathering the skirt around her legs as I did so
then a second band below her knees.
Finally, I secured her ankles together, before I covered her mouth with
a long strip of brown fabric plaster to keep her nice and quiet.
She wriggled
round as I left her there, and found the strongbox, forced it, took the coins
as well as some of her jewellery and then made sure she was all right before
I left.
One note to end
some years later, I met her again at an antiques fair, and she quietly
thanked me for giving her the courage to leave him after he said it was all
her fault...
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