A long, long time ago: The very first TUG

My very first tie was when I just turned 12. At that time, my family lived in a Southeast Asian country and although I am half Dutch, half Chinese, I attended a local school. The uniform was a light blue sleeveless dress with no blouse,os it was kind of a one piece pinafore. It was very sexy and constantly rated the sexist girls school uniform, but suited the terrible heat all year round. I met Tom, who became my boyfriend, as he was my next door neighbour.

The tie up was really out of the blue, and nothing of the common see-cowboy-movie-then-want-to-be-tied-up kind of stuff. At that time, I had to take Mandarin as a second language but suck terribly at it. Tom was pretty good at the language, but found maths difficult. That day, we decide to help each other out on these subjects straight after school at my place. Oh, let me drift to explain Tom’s school uniform, which is simply a white shirt and navy blue shorts. As I was trying to comprehend the words that Tom translated, he had drifted to look at my bookshelf.

“Gosh, you seem to have a whole junk of Famous five here,” he said pointing to my lower shelf. “Um yeah,” I said, head not turning, “ready to be thrown.”

“Why?”

“Cause Blyton is definitely not a author you read at twelve and her plot is to fairy-tale like and fictitious. Boys always are the ones in trouble. They always get in hot spots or are tied up; George maybe sometimes. Anne is pictured as what girls should be,” I said, re-writing a Chinese word.

“So Anne should be the adventurous one?” Tom pressed.

“Yeah, Come one, do you think girls are the ones to be stuck with cooking? Girls get tied up too. It’s not just boys.” I didn’t know what made me say that.

“Well, you could become an author when you grow up and re-write stories like the Five,” Tom continued. “Maybe,” I sad, “but I rather be the girl finding the adventure”

“Ok, you be Anne who finds me the villain and you decide how to defeat me,” tom suddenly said. We then started a game, with me trying to “capture” Tom but well it ended with himwrestingly me to the ground and using his hanky to tie my hands loosely behind my back.

“Ow! Oh, hold on,” I said and after a minute I wiggled my hands free from the hanky. “Haha, I’m free! you make a lousy villi..ow” Tom tackled me again. We rolled across floor and somehow I manged to pull hs hands behind his back. Look back at it, It was actually the closest I’ve ever got to a guy, but hey, we were young pre pubescent kids then. Trying to hold his hands together, I reached for the hanky and just manged to bind him. “Yes! captured!” I shouted but the minute he broke free from my grasp his bonds were loosen.

All of a Sudden, I heard footsteps downstairs. Rats, my mother was home early. We straightened our uniforms and resumed work, but gave a glance to each other. Before Tom left, we made a pact to continue who could get free from the other again.

 

 

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