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The TUG Court crowd should enjoy this tale as well.
Red Bandana Gang 1: The Amateur Kidnapper's Errors
Chapter 2
Saturday, April 15, 2017
I forgave Hannah within 24 hours of what happened at Joy's house just over three years ago. She hadn't forgiven herself, though. That led her down a bad path to becoming a drug user and dealer with the net result of her spending 14 months in a female youth prison in our hometown. I knew the same day because my dad works for the prison system and drove the truck that brought her to the prison from the police precinct. After a long journey, Hannah came back into the fold of the CGC with a lot of baggage but a renewed attitude. It's a blessing to witness her transformation to a better, happier her. The baggage is there, but it doesn't affect the present events.
Joyce, Cassie, and Emilia became important parts of Hannah’s life in a backwards way. I met all of them here at college, but Hannah met them through her side job of being a bondage model. It is not the best job, but it's legal at least. God had a great thing in the wings for Hannah, and I am so glad she accepted His offer. Even better was getting to be a witness to Hannah's baptism. She is close to my heart also indirectly. My closest cousin was unfortunately one of Hannah's regular customers, and they ended up locked up in the same wing of the prison.
Hannah's story is a perfect example of why I love TUGs. TUGs was the fun thing around which our young Club was formed. When Hannah was desperate, she turned to TUGs. Through TUGs she discovered herself and made new friends. Through TUGs, I met Serafina and began a great friendship with Janie and her older sister. When someone wants comfort, a great thing to do is to kidnap someone and give the captive to the sad girl to use to cuddle, which we call a stuffie. It's a game that builds trust and helps you to understand each other better.
I just love being kidnapped. Respect my needs, limits, and duties, and I’ll let you keep me tied up all day long. My friends and I joke that my Facebook profile should say “I’d rather be bound and gagged.” I like everything about it from the feel of the bonds to the stifling of the gag to the darkness of a tight blindfold. But, about 10% of the time, I want to be the kidnapper.
I text Cassie's roommate in advance to make sure we are safe to do this. The sorority house is a safe destination for our friends in the suitcases. We wheel them behind us while giggling a lot in the private knowledge of our secret. To others around us, we're just transporting heavy materials from one residence to another. Suitcase transport is an incredible thrill, especially for the victim who is jammed in the suitcase and unable to escape.
There are five goals to my kidnapping quest:
(1) To cheer up Joyce, who has been emotionally distraught lately and needs a dose of my love
(2) To cheer up Hannah, who has been in a deep blue funk lately
(3) To dote on Nichole, my best friend, and Bridget, my roommate
(4) To bond with Janie and Sera, two ladies who lack self-confidence but have beautiful souls
(5) To help Sera practice her kidnapping skills
“Be good,” I whisper to Joyce while we wheel them into the living room out of the sight of the giggling girls upstairs in Cassie’s bedroom.
“Who gets who?” Janie asks, “Should I get Hannah?”
“Hannah's a beast. If I take her, I’ll 100% lose,” I say with a jump.
“You take Cassie. I’ll take Hannah. Sera, you get Emilia.”
“Who are Cassie and Emilia?” Sera asks Janie with concern.
“Emilia is the dark-haired girl with a thick Spanish accent. Sturdy as a sheet of paper.”
“Sera,” I take a roll of duct tape and a bag of zip ties from the bag, “Emilia loves zips.”
“Oh, I know how to use these. Ziptie challenge for my YouTube five years ago.”
This is going to be quick, so let me introduce you to our next batch of victims. Hannah is strong because in prison she had daily mandatory exercises and also spent extra time in the gym on top of that. She has long true blonde hair and identifiable muscle mass even though she isn't ripped like some of her friends. Her eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue. When she smiles in happiness, her face is the most expressive and genuine of anyone I know!
Cassie is a graduate student now, and she was a co-founder of the TUG Sorority. She's Hannah's height, but the similarities end there. She has an unnatural bust and a massive frame. Brownish hair with a hint of a blonde tone only comes down to her shoulders, and her eyes are brown. Her face is what people profanely call a “resting b¡+©# face.” Despite her appearance, she has only a little extra weight, which is well-distributed. She's perfect for me to kidnap!
Then the Spaniard, Emilia Magdalena Alejandra Albuquerque y Hernández, I love saying all of that, is so typical with dark black hair that comes down to her boobs and dark eyes. Not one bit of excess fat is on her slim frame; in fact, she needs a little because she looks unhealthy. What a trooper this girl is, though. You’ll see in a minute what I mean. She's perfect for an amateur to kidnap, hence why we chose her for Serafina to take down.
“OK,” I get up off the floor and push my gangsters into Emilia's bedroom, “Hannah and Emilia are wearing socks; Cassie has pantyhose. I want those socks and hose to come off.”
Hannah is unpredictable in her clothes. Shorts, pants, skirts of all lengths, and dresses are all in her rotation. Today, it's black jeans, a white t-shirt, a black bandana headband, white socks, and black canvas shoes. I can tell she was crying about 30 minutes ago; her eyes are red but her face is dry. Indeed, this kidnapping is just what she needs to snap out of things. We’re going to tie her up and gag her and bring her to my apartment and give her as many mugs of hot chocolate and as many cookies as she wants.
The fashionable Cassie is now addicted to the style in which she appears in her modeling scenes. Pantyhose, short skirts, and blouses are her standard fare, but perhaps they were standard before I got to really know her! It's a pastel yellow mini-skirt, brown pantyhose, and a pastel purple shirt. Yes, despite my colorblindness, I have learned how to mostly distinguish shades. To tell you the truth, it's possible her skirt is purple and her shirt is yellow in my eyes, but Serafina tells me that the former is correct.
Emilia is classic: jean shorts and a black tank-top. White socks and pink boat shoes accompany her outfit. No bandanas or headbands or scrunchies are ever found on her except for TUGs with the CGC where it's appropriate, like as part of a Gang or for team identification. Her accessories are limited to a series of silly rubber and string bracelets on her left wrist. I inform Serafina of Emilia’s strong love of blindfolds.
“Are we ready?” I ask my fellow Red Bandana Gang members, “Go!”
“What the f-ck are you doing?!” Cassie immediately yells, not knowing she’s been betrayed.
“Red Bandana Gang rides again!” Janie declares loudly.
“Get off me!” Hannah naturally puts up a stiff front and fights Janie.
“At least hold her off long enough that we can help,” I encourage Janie.
“Ooh, zippers!” Emilia giggles when her wrists are tied behind her.
Serafina has no trouble zipping Emilia’s wrists, elbows, ankles, and thighs. She also puts a zip below the Spaniard’s boobs, and then she stops. She takes off the girl’s socks and shoes before jamming yet another rubber ball gag, this one an orange ball with a camouflage bandana, into the damsel’s mouth. A blue bandana blindfolds this victim of our quest.
Cassie fights me crossing her wrists together behind her back, but I am able to get them taped. I am a scholarship athlete; I’d better be able to overpower this girl. I snap that and move to taping her arms down to her trunk. You have to give it your best! I do three strips of the gray duct tape for her waist, her chest, and above her boobs. Taping her legs is easy to wrap her ankles, below her knees, above her knees, and her thighs below her waist. Of course, I made sure I took off her “yummy” pantyhose. I’m not done tying her up, though, and have plans for all three friends!
“A little help here,” Janie said with her elbows roped behind her back just as I finished.
“Hannah!” I dropped Cassie, “Sera, mayday!”
“Heh!” the former delinquent laughs knowing she’s outnumbered, “I love your smile, Jenny!”
“I’ll hold her off,” Sera begins grappling Hannah knowing her defeat is a matter of time.
“Let’s get you free, Janie,” I quickly untie my friend’s elbows, “Man, she is good!”
“Tell me about it!” Janie turns her attention back to Hannah.
“Seriously,” Hannah cackles at the triple team, “How do you do it, Jenny?”
Despite being only a few inches taller than me, Hannah can kidnap Janie's sister who is almost as tall as Janie and even has taken on Janie in wrestling matches and won! Today is one such day. I would have been on the scene even faster if Hannah had been at her own place instead of here. It is an unfair fight now with me holding the victim’s legs and Sera holding the torso while Janie is tying her elbows with the same rope.
Janie can be brutal as a kidnapper, and now she has her playful sights on sweet Hannah Bandana with a binding of her elbows and wrists so tightly that it makes me wish I were the one being tied up instead. I have a mission, though, and I intend to complete it. With her arms bound, Hannah is ready for me to stuff Cassie’s pantyhose and Emilia’s socks into her mouth, followed by these awesome fake retching sounds. A bright blue bandana cleave gag and duct tape seal her lips in a most satisfying manner, and she gazes at us with love in her eyes. I kiss her on the forehead.
“Help’s on the way.”
Hannah’s journey took her from an upbringing in which she was taught that religion was only for the uneducated and superstitious to becoming, of all things, a baptized Roman Catholic who was also on track to being confirmed, likely next year. Of all things, she adopted one of the branches of Christianity that was most maligned for being “superstitious.” Now, she asked me about how I kept so happy as well.
I was raised in a devoutly Protestant Christian household. My mother said prayers with me as a baby to teach me how to pray, but it was when Daniel was sick and dying that I really manifested my own desire to pray in my own way. Every night, especially once Daniel was in what I realize was a hybrid of hospitalization for treatment and children’s hospice, I begged God to cure my big brother and bring him home. God didn’t answer my prayers the way I wanted. Daniel was cured and went home to Jesus.
Over the next 5 years, I grew in faith while being a worry wart. You see, my family is very large and tightly knit. A group of Danish people inhabited the southern part of what became Mudville, intermingled, and formed a clique while slowly mixing in with the Norwegians and Swedes who also lived around them. I have over 100 second cousins and over 50 first cousins due to a combo of prolific ancestors, early child-bearing, and longevity. I knew some great-great-grandparents, and each of my great-grandparents are alive and in their 80s except for one.
There is a curse though. Having 27 great-aunts and great-uncles is great and all, but there used to be 31. Four of those aunts and uncles died before they were 25, one of them even having two children already. The next generation, my mom and dad’s cousins, especially my dad’s side but some on my mom’s due to unrelated aunts and uncles from Mom’s side marrying relations from Dad’s side and creating double-cousins to me in a sense, had a similar mortality rate. Of those 61 cousins, 12 died before they were 22, and the rest are alive. What was at work? Genetics. I carry this gene, too, it turns out, the tendency for brain tumors and leukemia. I’ve helped bury my second cousins, and even helped bury one second cousin’s baby. Modern medicine reduced the mortality rate to just 3 second cousins and 2 first cousins, but how I cried when they died.
I kept my faith throughout it all. I’m just a sinner like anyone else, but still my cousins to whom I am closest will call me for matters of faith. I get at least three texts a day from some relation. I feel unworthy of it; I make bad mistakes too. I’ve never given up. Answering the inquiries that my friends put to me isn’t easy. I don’t know.
There are two simple criteria I follow when doing things with or for my friends. The first is not to violate my beliefs, which is simple. The second is to make the other persona happy. I don’t care if they never thank me. I just want to see them happy. If my friend is happy, that makes me happy too. On a more personal level, I hope I’m getting my friends closer to God as well. It’s a trite thing to say, but I want to see my friends in heaven too! I’m a child of the King, and I have a duty to serve Him. I don’t know if TUGs are something He likes, but I think He sees all of us and understands that some of us have suffered and find it therapeutic and that others like me just enjoy it in general. If He hates the TUGs I like, then He hates my car racing video games too.
My best friend, Nichole, who we’ll meet in the next chapter, is a newbie to Christianity too. It’s amazing that the friend who entered my life within one month of my brother’s death is new to it all after being in my life for over 16 years. I remember the first Christmas after Daniel died. My mom asked me which Christmas present made me happiest, and I answered with “Nichole” and said it was because God sent her to be my best friend when I was sad from losing Daniel. Well, I said it in terms a girl who was one month shy of 4 would say it. I truly believe God was at work in sending me the suggestion to go play with that wavy haired brunette.
Since that day, I’ve always seen the blessings in life. I’m not one of those crass jerks who will go “Oh, God murdered everyone you love to prepare you for something special!” or “Oh, there is a blessing hidden in Daniel’s death.” God knows my faith isn’t strong enough for a miracle even if maybe it was then; He let nature take its course. It’s a difficult position for both my Christian and non-Christian friends alike to accept.
Daniel, buddy, your little sister is crying and clutching her beloved Hannah Bandana. Remember Mr. Rogers (yes, named for him), my stuffed rabbit. Hannah’s getting clutched like that now.
UP NEXT: We kidnap my roommates.
