Cindy's rescue

Cindy lay on the front lawn of her house, down near the mailbox at the end of the driveway. The dew was like chilly little tickles on her exposed flesh and its wetness was making the spaceman rope contract. She rolled onto her back so that even if the rope got tighter it would at least be even.

The predawn darkness was lit by brilliant white light coming up the road, along with the sound of an engine and the grinding of tires on the dirt. Oh no, thought Cindy, I am going to die of embarrassment.

With a screech of brakes the vehicle ground to a halt. A moment later a human shape with a shotgun jumped out.

"All right, what have we– Cindy!"

The shotgun was quickly set aside and Billy Emerson was beside her.

"Cindy, what happened to you? Are you okay?"

She burst into tears.

Billy tugged at a few of the ropes, then ran over to his truck. He put the shotgun back in and returned with a knife.

"Don't worry, Cindy, it'll be fine. We just gotta get these ropes off you."

He sawed away at the knot on her left thigh for a minute or so and then there was a snap. He picked up the broken-off piece of the blade.

"What is this rope made of?"

He put his hands on the sides of Cindy's face.

"Don't worry, Cindy. I'm gonna take you back to my place and see if we can get these ropes off proper-like. I don't think either of us would be too happy if someone saw me out here with you all tied up in the altogether like this. Is that okay?"

Cindy nodded, barely holding back a whimper. Billy picked her up in his big mechanic's arms and carried her to the pickup. He put her in the passenger side of the cab and climbed in the driver's side. Then he had her lay on the seat with her head in his lap. His coveralls smelled of motor oil, grease, and gasoline, but right now she didn't care. Something sort of nudged the side of her head as he started driving so she nudged back.

"Cindy! Look, I'm sorry about that but you just look so pretty all trussed up like that. I ain't gonna do nothing to hurt you, okay?"

She gasped when she put two and two together but the car hit a bump and all she ended up saying was "Eep!"

It was a short drive back to the garage; Billy pulled the truck right in and closed the big door, then carried Cindy through the connecting door to the house.

Billy's fourteen-year old sister stood in the nightgown she was rapidly outgrowing and stared at him.

"Don't stand there like a fish, Diana, get me some bolt cutters from the garage."

The girl ran off.

Billy brought Cindy up to the big bedroom on the second floor and laid her down on the bed. She ended up facing a tailor's dummy that was all covered in a fine mesh of string and knots. Her mouth went wide.

"Don't you worry none about that Cindy, I just like doing macramé for a hobby."

"No, it's beautiful. When we get done here can I try it on?"

"Well I'd kind of have to adjust it on account of your– uh, your..."

"Bosom?"

"Yeah. But we can try; I think there's enough slack. First I gotta get you out of these ropes though. They must be something painful."

"Um, sort of. Right now there's one that's really uncomfortable. It's, well, down where my legs meet and kind of sitting on something sensitive. No, not that one, not that one... that's it; now just move it to the side a half-inch or so."

Billy looked really embarrassed as he moved the rope off her most sensitive button. At that moment he had a real yen to touch Cindy, or at least to touch himself. Especially when she wiggled like that.

Diana brought him the bolt cutters and gave them to him, then stood in the doorway like a chaperone. Billy put the bolt cutters to the rope; his muscles strained but nothing happened.

"Where did you get these ropes, girl?"

"Can I tell you the whole story?"

Billy nodded, and Cindy told him the whole story about how Tommy had asked her out and even though she'd said no a hundred times she had felt compelled to say yes for some reason, then the ride out and him taking advantage of her and then leaving her stranded by the road. Then she told him about the light and the flying disc and the gray people with flowers for hoo-hoos and how they'd tied her up and done things to her that made her have to do whatever they wanted which mostly involved her lady-parts. And then finally they'd dropped her on the lawn, still tied up.

"You know Cindy, I'd say that was pretty crazy except for this rope. But it looks like we got to get it off you the hard way, which might take a bit of time. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. But there's one thing..."

"What is it."

"Well, the rope's still rubbing a lot of sensitive stuff, and I like you a lot Billy, and I'd be really happy if you could, uh, touch me."

"I am touching you Cindy; I couldn't get the ropes off otherwise."

"No, I mean touch me. Touch me any way you want, Billy, 'cause I want it too."

Billy gasped for a couple of breaths.

"Diana, go to your room."

"But Bil-lee..."

"Go to your room or I'll spank you."

Diana frowned. "No you won't. You never spank me any more." But she left.

"That was strange."

"I know; something's been a little weird ever since I started treating her like a grown-up and I don't know what it is."

Cindy could tell exactly what it was, but didn't think Billy would be too happy to hear it. "I'm sure it'll be okay. Now, touch me Billy; please."

It took a good three hours to get the ropes off Cindy, partly because Billy had to stop twice and 'touch' her. Afterwards he rubbed some Vaseline into the rope burns that were all over her body. Finally she called her Mom and told her an edited version about the date gone bad and how Billy had saved her, leaving out the part about the spacemen and the tying up, and said if it was okay she'd stay at Billy's and help him deal with his little sister who was well on the way to becoming a woman and she was going to have a girl-to-girl talk with her. Cindy's mother said it was okay, but come right home after supper and be careful because some people saw funny lights in the sky last night.