Chapter 4: An Assignment
Chapter 4: An Assignment
The pretty young woman had just pulled her Miata into her parking space at the Crenshaw Arms
apartmentplex. Humming a happy tune to herself, she picked up a couple textbooks from the seat
next to her and walked to the apartment she shared with a fellow secret agent, Mark Paulson. Mark
had told her that secret agents did not drive little sports cars like that, they drove high-powered
machines, like his Corvette. But she liked her little car. She said it was “cute”.
Finished with the ss for that day, “Seventeen Ways to Kill a Man with a Pencil,” she ready to rx.
Being a hot day, she immediately shed her clothing and enjoyed the air-conditioned air against her
naked body. In the bedroom, she did a few stretching exercises and wondered what she could do while
waiting for Mark toe home. Then she saw the set of handcuffs on the dresser and smiled.
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She decided to practice escapes from handcuffs. She opened the top drawer of the tall dresser and
removed two more sets of handcuffs. Taking all three pairs of steel cuffs in her hands, she made sure
that the keys were sitting on the dresser in in sight, and then she tossed the cuffs on the bed. She
would need those keys in the event she failed to work her way free from the handcuffs.
She locked the first set on her ankles, clicking them down snugly. Then she locked one cuff around her
left wrist. Putting her hands behind her back, she felt around and managed to click shut the second cuff
around her right wrist. Reaching around in front of her as she sat on the edge of the bed, she took the
third pair in her joined hands. It was not too difficult to lock one of the cuffs around the connecting link
of the pair on her wrists. Then she rolled over onto her side and arched her body backwards. Feeling
behind her, she managed to take the cuffs linking her ankles in one hand, and the empty cuff dangling
from her wrist cuffs in the other. Click! Click! And Click!
She rolled over onto her stomach and smiled. This was the handcuff hogtie Mark had shown her. It was
a quick and simple way to immobilize a prisoner and, ording to Mark, very difficult to get out of. She
believed him, because the night he had locked her up in it, she had been totally unable to free herself.
So, that warm summer afternoon, she was going to work on escaping from that position.
She felt around, pushed and pulled on the cuffs, but she could not force any of them to loosen. In fact,
some of them tightened down another click. Then she twisted around and arched her body, trying to
see what she was doing behind her. Seeing some of the steel circles locked around her did not help
much, but in trying to arch backwards, she felt herself slipping off the bed. Shended on the carpet
with a thump.
For a while she continued to struggle, rolling around and arching and not moving one inch closer to
freedom for all her efforts. Finally shey still, panting from the exertion anding to the conclusion
that she was not going to be able to get those damned things off. Might as well give up and find
something better to do with her time, she told herself.
It was then that she remembered where she had left the keys. From her position on the floor, the top of
that dresser was a long way off. Had she been able to stand up, she might - just might - have reached
the keys. But in her desire to make this a difficult escape, she had locked her wrists to her ankles and
standing was impossible.
With a sigh, she realized that she would just have to wait until Mark came home. Then she would have
to endure his teasing, some of which would probably including tickling her while she was helpless. Of
course, that might lead to teasing of a more personal kind and then… She smiled at the thought of
what might happen then.
Meantime, it was going to be a long afternoon.