STRAPPED IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

	A month ago, whilst travelling home from a business meeting up
in Scotland, I broke down in the middle of Northumbria, miles from the
nearest town. I‚d never taken this route before, but due to heavy
traffic on the A1, I decided to turn off and head across country south.
Unfortunately, to add to my predicament, I’d managed to get lost. I was
unable to receive a signal on my mobile and it was getting dark. Not
wanting to spend the night in the car, I decided to find help. The sky
darkened and was soon almost pitch black. To make matters worse, it
started to rain. After half an hour, I was wet, cold and getting rather
concerned. It was then that I noticed a light about half a mile away.

	Relieved to find help, I ran towards the Farmhouse and banged
on the door. Nobody came. "Great, no one home," I thought. I knocked
hard again. I saw a curtain move. "Who‚s there?" I heard a female voice
say. I replied, "I need help, I’ve broken down and I am totally lost.
Can I use your phone? "Wait there," came the reply. I moment later and
the door opened. I was confronted with a beautiful woman in her late
twenties with long blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a nice country
style blouse and floral skirt. Her appearance took me back. "Can I help
you?" she enquired. "Yes, thank you. I’m totally lost and have been
walking around aimlessly for the last half hour," I answered. She
paused and then having looked at the weather said, "Okay, come in.
You’ll catch cold out there."

	She escorted me into the living room and I was relieved to see
a large coal fire burning. I stood in front of it whilst she
said, "I’ll get you some dry clothes." She came back with a towel and a
warm dressing gown. I dried off and changed. "I’ll put these in the
dryer and get you something to drink," she said taking my wet clothes.
A few minutes later she came back with a large mug of tea which I drank
gratefully. She looked at me and smiled. "We’ve not been properly
introduced. My name is Sarah White." Embarrassed by my bad manners, I shook her hand and laughed, "Mine‚s Peter Hughes. Sorry I’ve
inconvenienced you like this." "Not at all, I don‚t get many visitors
out here," she replied. I frowned, "Surely, you don’t live alone do
you?" She sighed, "Yes, but I prefer a quite life."

	Having finished my tea, I asked if my clothes would be dry. "A
few more minutes yet," said replied, "You‚re not thinking of
leaving?" "I’ve put you through enough, frightening you with banging on the door," I said. "But it’s late and besides, it’s still raining. You
could die out there. You can’t leave. Stay here tonight." Her
suggestion seemed sensible. "Thank you again. Have you got a spare
room?" Sarah seemed awkward and lost for words. "It‚s okay, I’ll sleep
on the floor. Don‚t worry yourself," I reassured her. Still struggling
she said, "It’s not that. It’s just .. Well .. This will sound bad. It‚s
just that your a stranger. I don‚t think I could sleep with you
here." "I’m sorry. I‚m not an axe murderer you know!" I responded. "I’m sorry. What a guest. I shouldn’t have said that," she said quite
upset. "No! It‚s understandable. Look, I’ll sleep in the barn." "No, it
leaks and is cold. I wouldn’t think of it," she indignantly
replied. "Okay, what do you suggest. Could you lock me in a room?" I
said. Stupid suggestion I know, but I was desperate not to upset her and the prospect of spending a night outside wasn’t appealing. "No, the
doors don’t have locks," she answered without really listening to what
I said. "Well, tie me up then," I laughed loudly. She looked up and
appeared serious. "Really?" she frowned. I stopped laughing. "Well .. if
it’s the only way," I said shrugging my shoulders. "I have no rope but
I do have something if you’ll agree," she smiled. Curious, I nodded and
followed her upstairs.

	She went into a small store room and lifted down a small
chest. "In here," she said as she opened it. I looked closer as she
lifted out a white garment. I immediately recognized it as a
Straitjacket! "What do you think?" she smiled. I was speechless. "Er .. A
Straitjacket. Nice..Er, where do you get it?" She was pleased with me
reaction and question. "A few years ago I was a magician’s assistant.
He was going to use in one of his escape acts. He had it specially
designed," she proudly said, "By me." "Why didn't he use it?" I
enquired. "There was a problem with it," she said. "What?" I asked. "He
couldn’t escape from it," she chuckled. I became a little scared. "Do
you still want to wear it?" she smiled. Looking into her gorgeous eyes,
I couldn’t refuse. "Against my better judgement, all right then!" I
spurted out.

	She led me into a bedroom. She held the Straitjacket invitingly
open. I removed the dressing gown, now only in my boxer shorts, and
slipped my arms into the awaiting sleeves. Sarah obviously had
performed the Straitjacket act many times before. She expertly turned
me around and quickly proceeded to fasten the five straps at the back
and one between my legs. Having fastened all six, she tugged at the
Straitjacket and tightened the straps to remove any real slack. This
must have taken less than a minute. I was frightened by her pace and
professionalism. "I’m having second thoughts," I said trembling. "Too
late for that," she answered calmly, taking totally control of the
situation. Without giving me another chance to question her, she
grabbed the straps dangling down from the sleeves. She passed them
through a loop at each side of the jacket and both through a loop at
the front. She pulled hard at the straps and I felt my arms drawn
around my torso without much effort. I moment later and I felt the
buckle of the arm straps digging into my back and being fastened. Sarah
then proceeded to check the Straitjacket, tugging and tightening any
loose straps. Less than two minutes and it was all over. "There, done!"
she said out of breathe as she turned me around.

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