Now before I go any further let me say I am in no way saying that having any sorta "pleasure" from minors is right. In fact the only reason why I am typing this story is because I'm pretty sure people in this place won’t take it the wrong way. After all it’s not like I ever “did” something with them. With that out of the way, let me continue. I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.” Guess what? Marissa's coming over - she'll be here in a few minutes. And I know you know about this Kelly. AND I know you have a girlfriend you won't tell anyone about. AND I know someone besides you has been driving my car!" I said this all slowly to let it sink in. As I said each offense I saw Jess wince, knowing he was screwed! His eyes got REALLY big and wide when I mentioned Marissa. He was terrfied!

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I nodded as Marisa arrived in front of me, wearing the same outfit (short-sleeved button-down sweater, grey chinos, clogs) minus the red store vest. Hi doll” she said to me, giving me a hug. “Dena’s in the basement working out. You staying over?” (Dena had a pretty elaborate workout room in the front half of the basement, with mats and heavy bags and stuff like that.)

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Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, “Well, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,” and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope.

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You refused to talk earlier. When Marissa and me are done torturing you you'll be BEGGING us to let you tell us EVERYTHING!" Ok I have her attention, now compliment her I thought… show her I’m interested. (Hey it works in clubs… kinda) Th-th-th-th thank you,” I stammered, still near-hysterical. “Please untie me, Dena! I’ve learned my lesson!” Ah, 18 what a horrible and wonderful year. Some decent things happened as well as some bad, in this story there was tastes of both.Liam and Louis are now in a relationship. Louis is curious about what Liam does for a living and learns quite a bit when two of Liam's old friends stop by for a visit. *Sequel to Nosey Neighbor* Language: English Words: 4,879 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 62 Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 4,032 By now the girls were giggling. I watched as Andrea climbed over my body and reached for my wrist while my sister went with my feet. Course I didn’t want my sister to tie up my feet. Alright, here we go.,” Dena said.” Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we don’t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!” I continued to scream into Marisa’s handgag, Dena’s fingers kept wiggling, I writhed to untie my hands to no avail, they both laughed, and finally Dena stopped and said, “OK, Mariss. You can take you hand off.” This would mean no suspicion – except for rare occasions I only tied him up when I had him to myself all night long! Or at least all day.

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Now Marisa blushed, then bit her lip, then held her hand over her mouth in disbelief. “Omigod, are you serious?” she asked with a laugh. I felt their fingers dig into my sides. I flinched briefly trying to hold it in as best I can... Holding my breath seemed to deaden the urge to laugh. They tried a little while longer then stopped. To tie him up,” Dena said, pulling me over to her by the arm.. “I’m gonna tie him up tonight and I need JUST the right kind of rope to do it.” Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth. OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Dena grabbed a folding chair from against the wall and brought it over to where I was and sat in it, her feet at my head. She crossed her legs so one foot dangled just over my face and folded her arms.