“Your a hostage, and hostages have to be tied up.”

“Wait what’s that?”Įven if she had broken character I didn’t. “Doubt it.” Once in my father's office I shut the door behind us and grabbed for the tape. She responded, in character, “you won’t get away with this, my partner will find me.” With her hands up and my pointer finger on her back I ordered, “Move copper!” Now that she was captured I was to take her to my hideout for her to be my prisoner. Another side note I haven’t, to this point, tied up my sister….yet.įinally I caught Brittney and the game came to a halt. We ran around trying to catch each other but I made sure to catch Brittney before my sister. Note: if you’ve read my previous story about my aunt, this was before I started using shoe laces. No it wasn’t the greatest, but it had to do. I don’t remember if we had any rope, so I used some scotch tape I had found in my dad's study. I could have had my sister join me as a robber, but I wanted all the fun for myself.īefore the game began though I needed supplies. The three of us would run around, two cops and one robber, and the cops would try to capture the robber, but if the robber caught one or them, they were a hostage. Once she arrived it took me a while to work up the courage to announce that we were going to play, everyone’s favorite, cops and robbers.

She was slender, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and this evening was in tight jeans that showed off her round behind, a tight orange shirt that accentuated her adorable, ample chest. She was about 17, but I was still a head taller than her even at my age. She babysat for me and my sister at least once a month, and she babysat us at least twice before I got up the nerve to tie her up. I tried, but it never happened.īrittney (name changed) was my favorite babysitter when I was a kid. As a response to some of the questions people have had, no I wasn’t able to tie up my aunt again.

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