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The Girl who was tied to a man

by D.L. Marsh

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Mary said, "It's sounds like an odd prank. Why are we doing it?"

Judy added, "It'll be interesting. He really never says anything to anybody. Somebody needs to change that.”

Hannah added, "I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable."

The other Hannah settled it. "He's really handsome and big and strong. But he's fragile. It would embarrass him and I don't like it."

Judy said, "You're no fun. We could make him do something for us and get him to talk. He needs to step out of his comfort zone."

The first Hannah responded, "This isn't the way to do it, though."

Judy said, "Alright. We'll forget about it."

The four women were all in their mid-twenties. Mary looked nice and friendly. She was a bit plump, but nothing objectionable. Judy was the opposite. She dieted too much. No one ever saw her eat. He figure was short on curves. The first Hannah, Hannah Manwaring, had blonde hair and blue eyes and a lovely figure. She was in her last year of college and headed for a career in government. The second Hannah, Hannah Jonas, came from a family dedicated to law enforcement. Her father, brother and uncle were all in the Morgan's Crossing Police Department. She had short hair and wore pants every day.

Judy suggested earlier that they put up signs saying "Wet Paint" on the door to the office and force Tom to work at a small desk in the main part of the fabric store. Judy said it would be good for him. She was disappointed when the other ladies wouldn't go along.

Tom Jenkins was notorious for talking so little and in such short sentences that the ladies wondered if he would ever get married since he'd have to say four words, together, in one sentence, to propose.

Hannah Manwaring had special reasons for not wanting Tom embarrassed. She'd fallen hard for him the first time he came to work at the shop. Pine Needles sold fabric and patterns for quilters. Tom handled the books and the business side of the shop.

When Hannah first saw him six months earlier, he was standing by the front counter waiting to be interviewed by Mrs. Howard, the owner of the shop. Hannah came around the corner and there he was. She saw him from the side first. He stood up straight and tall with a muscled chest and strong arms. She never mentioned it but she got a good look at his butt and felt a little faint. She walked up to him and said, “Hi, I’m Hannah. May I help you?”

He had the nicest brown eyes she’d ever seen. His face was masculine and friendly. He simply pointed to Mrs. Howard’s office and said, “Interview.” He smiled and Hannah’s heart leaped. She managed to say, “Good luck.” He nodded back.

The one word answers continued for another six months.

The ladies waited for him to say something. He didn’t. They waited for him to come out of the little office. He didn’t. Judy helped with the books so she went inside the office from time to time, but she said he never talked to her except for business. He smiled. He was polite and friendly in a non-verbal way, but no words.

Hannah wondered if he liked her, then she wondered if he liked girls. Her fears were banished during the first staff meeting of the month. They met in a small room with chairs around the walls in a circle. Mrs. Howard encouraged them to talk with the customers and help them find the fabric and thread they wanted.

Hannah and Tom sat across from each other. The meeting had been moving forward as fast as a snail on a slippery board when Hannah looked up.

Tom was looking at her legs. She’d worn a short skirt that day and as sitting with her legs crossed. He skirt had hiked up her legs just a little. She saw his eyes studying her legs and reflexively thought about pulling her skirt down and uncrossing her legs. Her practical mind rescued her. She thought, "He's a man. He may not be paying attention to me romantically, but he's certainly paying attention. I'm not going to waste this opportunity."

She moved her legs from one side to the other and adjusted her skirt to show more then less of her legs. She was careful not to look at him. She thought, "Not yet. Not yet." She paused and nodded to herself. "Just one more thing. I'm a person not a thing. He has to look at my face so I can show him I'm human and a woman and that I like his attention."

She patiently waited, watching him like a mother with a sick child, until he glanced at her face. She had to catch him quickly. She knew he'd realize he was looking directly at another person and shut himself off. She smiled the best and warmest smile she was capable of. She radiated approval and enjoyment. She saw him linger on her eyes for just a second and the smallest breath of a smile leap onto his face.

After that, he still didn’t talk to her much, but staff meetings were more interesting.

She didn’t see it at the time, but one of the other women in the room frowned then glowered at her when she when she made contact with Tom.


The Man with the gun told Hannah to lift her skirt. He walked into the shop just at closing and pointed a gun at Tom and her. She froze.

She resented that. The criminal would see her legs and Tom, the man who didn’t talk and hadn’t asked her out, was too distracted to pay attention. He seemed intent on getting them both killed. She hesitated.

The man gestured with the barrel of the gun. “Let’s see what’s underneath, babe.” His voice was amused.

Hannah raised her light blue skirt half way up her legs. She looked down at her legs then up at the man.

He shook his head. “Come on, babe. Let me see something. Higher.”

Hannah glanced at Tom, and her heart froze. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at the man and leaning forward. Hannah did two things at once. She jerked her skirt all the way up, and told Tom, “No.”

The man swiveled his gun toward Tom and said, “Don’t even think about it, sport.” He paused until Tom stopped moving. When he was satisfied that Tom had temporarily calmed down, he gestured to Hannah to turn around.

He studied Hannah’s body as she stepped around in a circle. His eyes filled with mean hunger. Without looking away from Hannah, he said, “Sport, I’m not going to touch her. I got orders, and I got something better waiting for me so don’t get yourself killed over something that’s not going to happen.” He shook his head. “Damn, I’d like to though. Damn, I’d like to.”

Tom took a step. The man pointed the gun between Tom’s green eyes and clicked off the safety.

“Tom,” Hannah pleaded. “Don’t do anything. You can’t stop him. He’s got a gun.”

Tom hadn’t taken his eyes off the man. “I don’t care. I won’t let him hurt you.”

The man with the gun was patient. “Listen sport, I won't miss. And what's to stop me from killing you, throwing the broad over my shoulder and taking off before anyone can call the cops.”

“Listen to him, Tom.”

He looked at her. His eyes were dreadfully committed. He said, again, “I won't let him hurt you.”

“I won't hurt her, sport. I got orders not to. Now, go get the straight-backed wooden chair from the back room. Put it right here in the middle of the room." Tom was gone for a few seconds then came back with a Mission-style wooden chair. He put it down, folded his arms across his chest and waited.

The man said, "Sit in it, dumb ass. I didn't have you bring it out here so we could look at it."

Hannah pushed Tom, gently, toward the straight wooden chair. “It's alright. We can both get out of this alive.”

Tom sat in the chair, stiffly.

The man with the gun threw a rope to Hannah. “Tie his legs to the chair. Tight.”

Hannah knelt down and started to tie each ankle to the leg of the chair. She touched Tom's leg. It was stone hard, every muscle clenched, ready to get him killed.

She finished both legs and stood up.

“OK, babe. Lift the skirt again and squat down on his lap. Facing him.”

Hannah raised her skirt to the top of her legs and walked toward Tom until her legs were on either side of him. She sat down. Her skirt stayed up and rose further when she scooted closer to Tom. His legs were still made of iron. She felt like she was sitting on two logs.

Tom was built tall and stocky. Hannah admired his hard forearms and broad chest and his nice brown eyes. She sensed that tonight was the night he would start their relationship.

Hannah had been a ballet dancer until she grew too tall and developed too many curves. She moved with the effortless control that dancers have. She saw that Tom watched her more often when she wore a skirt or a soft, cotton dress so that was all she wore to work.

Tom and Hannah were closing the small fabric store when the man stepped into the shop with a gun, a need for cash and a strange set of instructions. He got the money out of the cash register and told them to sit on the chair.

The man tapped his pistol against Tom’s head. “Put your arms around the girl, sport. Get real close.”

Hannah's nose and Tom's nose were an inch apart. Tom held his hands away from Hannah's side, not touching her.

The man with the gun used the rope to tie Tom's hands together. He moved in back of Tom. He told Hannah, “Put your arms around his neck.” He tied her hands. “Put your feet on the back of the chair.”

Hannah had to squirm against Tom to get her feet all the way around. She saw him blush and turn his face away.

The man tied her feet to the rung in back of the wooden chair.

The man said, “Have a nice night” and walked out the door.

The room got quiet. Tom and Hannah heard a car drive away.

Tom's legs stayed tense for minutes after the man left. He wouldn't look at her. She could feel him squirm underneath her, trying to find a way of sitting where they weren't touching.

Hannah said, “He's gone. He won't do anything to us now. We're safe.”

Tom forced himself to look at her. “Are you alright?”

Their eyes were inches apart.

“Yes. I'm glad he's gone,” Hannah said.

Tom said, with real sincerity, “I wish you weren't here.”

Hannah said, “I know. I wish you weren't here either.”

Tom moved around in little jerks. Hannah could see his emotional discomfort in his face. He'd move to another position, feel some new part of her body and try to find some other way of sitting.

He said, “This is not what I wanted. We need to get out of this.”

“I understand.” Hannah became serious. “You were going to ask me out tonight, weren't you?”

He kept twisting, looking for some way to sit where he didn't feel the unwanted and awkward intimacy. “Yes. I had it all planned. I was going to take you to La Cherie for dinner then dancing at the Moonlit Ballroom. That's gone now. This has ruined everything.”


“How can we act naturally together after this?” He paused. “You know I don't talk very much. I just stay in the office with the door closed and work.”

Hannah was calm. “Yes. This is the most I've ever heard you say.”

“I like people. It's just hard for me to join in. It's hard to get up the courage.”

Hannah was calm and solemn. “Courage is relative. You would have tried to take the gun away from that man wouldn't you?”

“Yes. I didn’t get the chance.”

“You would have risked getting shot to save me. That didn't scare you. But talking to me does.”


“Holding me like this isn't easy for you. I can see that.”

“It's not holding you. It's knowing that every minute we're forced to be like this will make it more difficult tomorrow.” He was honestly miserable. “This isn't how it was supposed to go. It's messing everything up.”

“And you won't be able to talk to me tomorrow in a normal office situation, even though we're talking very well right now?”

“This is still part of the robbery. This is easy. Talking with a girl is hard when it's normal life.”

Hannah waited a moment. “I'm changing things.” She nodded to herself. “If we let this go on the way it is, you'll get more and more embarrassed, and we'll never be together. I wanted you to ask me out. I wore my really pretty dress and nice perfume to encourage you to do just that. Unless I do something, that's not going to happen.” She bent her elbows to put her forearms on the sides of his head. “Stop squirming. Look at me and listen.”

Tom made himself calm down. He didn't have a choice about looking at her. She held his head still and took up his entire field of vision.

“I told you I wanted you to ask me. After what you did for me tonight, I want that more than ever. I won't lose you now. Will you trust me? I’m going to do something you don’t expect.”

“Yes” Despite their situation. Tom was intrigued. “What are you going to do?”

“This.” Hannah planted her lips on Tom's mouth and kissed him thoroughly for a long time. He stiffened for the first few seconds then relaxed.

Hannah looked at him seriously. “We've just gotten past the 'kiss at the door' phase of our relationship. Did you like it?”

Tom nodded. “Very much.”

“On to the second date.” This kiss lasted longer. When they broke to breathe, Hannah said, “Now the next part.” She leaned into him, pressing herself against him. She spoke into his ear. “Girls are built for men to hug. We're soft. We smell like women not men. We’re nice and feminine. Can you feel how soft I am?”

Tom gently pressed her body against his. “Yes. You're wonderful.”

Hannah pushed away. Tom resisted. “Don't worry,” she said. “I'll be back. There'll be lots of hugging in a moment. This is important. It's about us and what we we'll talk about tomorrow morning. Now, don't run away.” She laughed softly. “I guess that's not really going to be a problem with us tied up like this. I mean don't think I'm pressuring you. Girls talk to other girls about the men they like so we can be prepared for the actual date. I've found out that you like hockey games, French food, politics and mountain climbing. Tomorrow, in the office, when we’re not talking about the robbery, we'll talk about French food and mountain climbing. I’ve done some cooking, and I took a mountain climbing class in college. We’re both interested in that. Is that alright?”

“Yes. I won't be uncomfortable.”

She smiled at him. “Good. Now, more hugging. I really like it when you hold me.”

She nestled herself against him and held him gently. He didn't squirm. She felt his arms pull her toward him.

Hannah rested her head on his shoulder and talked directly into his ear. She spoke softly and give him a chance to enjoy her gentle voice.

“Where are you from, Tom?”

“Great Falls. My parents still live there.”

“Where did you go to school?”

“Montana State.”

Her questions kept him calm. After few minutes, she said, “Hold me a little tighter.”

He tensed up. She said, “Remember, we’re on our third date. You can do that. I won’t reject you.”

He nodded and brought her closer to his wide, hard chest. She asked, “I know it’s an odd question, but are you enjoying this?”

He nodded again. “Yes. You feel nice in my arms.” He moved his arms from around her waist to her back and gently pulled her against him. She murmured, “Yes. Just like that.

He bent down and kissed her neck. She was so surprised she almost twitched. She was glad she caught herself. A twitch would have disturbed Tom. She missed his lips when he finished.

   She was careful to keep herself soft and yielding in case he wanted to do it again. She took a deep breath and nuzzled her face into his neck and made satisfied sounds. “Kiss my neck again. It was really nice.” She rose up a little to let him reach her neck. He kissed it from her shoulder up to underneath her ear. She bent her neck slightly to make it easy for him.

She squirmed a little to get closer to him and he said, very quietly, “Wow.”

This was the first time she’d gotten a ‘Wow’ from a man. It felt very good indeed.

It happened an hour later. A sudden rush of emotion flooded her heart. She realized her search for the right man was over. She’d found him and he was happy to have her close to him. Her emotions filled her with calm hope.

She sat back and looked in his eyes. “Thank you for risking your life to keep me safe. Thank you for treating me so well while we’re in this situation. I want to give you an answer. I just realized that I haven’t done that. The answer is ‘yes’. I will happily go on a date with you. I think we fit together very nicely.” She blushed. “I meant our emotions, although our bodies seem to be made for each other.

He gave her a small, significant kiss. It announced the beginning of their love. The police arrived two hours later.


The robber walked into a house on the back streets of Morgan's Crossing. A woman greeted him at the door. She stood aside. "How did it go?"

"Exactly as you wanted."

"You tied them to the chair, facing each other? They were nose-to-nose? Did the man seem unhappy to be that close to the bitch?"

"Yeah. He was sweating bullets. I could tell."


"Yeah, I know." He reached around her and grabbed her butt with one hand and turned her toward him. He pulled her against his chest and lifted her off the ground.

The woman didn't change expression. She hadn't been expecting it. A normal, healthy woman would have responded with anger or joy. She didn't notice.

She said, "It all worked. Good plan." She noticed the man who was handling her rather roughly. "I've got your money, and you get me for an hour. Then you go."

He shook his head. "The whole night. Nothing less."

Her face hardened. She lashed him with her tongue. "Listen, you fucking ignoramus. You get done what you need to get done and leave. The longer you're here, the longer I'm in danger."

The man bent at the waist, lifted her up and dropped her over his shoulder. "Bullshit. You're mine the night and there's nothing you can do about it."

He couldn't see it because the woman's face was upside down and she faced his back, but she turned pale and very, very angry.


At the same time, Rhiana Brown talked with Tom and Hannah in the fabric store. Her husband, Tanner, helped gather evidence in the office and call in the other employees.

Rhiana was lovely, tall and graceful. Her name means 'goddess, nymph or witch' in Welsh. She doesn't wear pants because she likes the way dresses and skirts make her feel. She carries a Glock 10 mm.

Tanner Brown looks like a moving building when he walks. He's 6'4” and weighs 240 pounds. His neck is as wide as his head and he wears steel toed shoes because he lifts weights every day and doesn't want to forget to wear them when he goes to the gym. He studied Philosophy at Stanford and found he thought better when he worked out. One day he was average and two years later, he'd gained 90 pounds and hadn’t noticed it. He carried a mammoth .45 semi-automatic.

Together, they owned the GW Detective Agency with a permanent contract with the Morgan's Crossing Police Department to investigate strange or unusual cases.

Rhiana said, “There's something I don't understand. Once he had Tom tied up and helpless, there was nothing to keep him from raping you.”

“I don't understand that either,” Hannah said. “I was really afraid of him. Tom was tied up. The man wanted me. He said he had orders not to. And he mentioned that he had something better waiting for him.”

“’Orders’. 'Something better'. Interesting.”

Tom and Hannah sat on chairs next to each other in the office. One was the chair they'd both occupied for several hours. They held hands.

The front door opened and the other employees walked in. Three other women worked in the shop, all were in their early twenties. Rhiana studied them as they stood against the wall. She turned to Hannah. “Tell me where each of them works.”

“Judy works in the office. Mary and I help the customers select fabric and the other Hannah handles the cash register.”

Rhiana watched each of the employees closely. She turned back to Hannah and Tom. “Two women named 'Hannah'?”

“I know. It's not a common name. It's odd that there's two of us.”

Rhiana checked her phone. “You're scheduled to meet with the sketch artist in an hour. After that, you can get back to your normal lives.” She reached out and touched Hannah's hand. “Do you need to talk to a counselor? That was a terrifying experience.”

Hannah had been holding Tom's hand with just one of hers. Her voice went a little higher, and she grabbed Tom's hand tightly with both hands. “It is now. I wasn't afraid while it was happening; but, right now, I could tremble and shake and have hysterics. I'm really close to it, but Tom is here.” She patted his hand. “I didn't really feel anything during the robbery, and Tom was there afterwards.” She looked at him adoringly. “He was very good for me.” She turned to Rhiana. “He would have died to protect me. I've never had a man do that before.”

“Good for you. And him. I'm glad he didn't have to. Just one more question. Tell me about your work schedules. Who closes the store and when?”

Tom answered. It was his turn to hold Hannah's hand with both of his. He was talking to a stranger and the stress showed in his voice. “It was really bad luck. We only close up together once a month. Any other night and it would have been someone else.”

“That tells me what I want to know,” Rhiana said. “Alright. We have a strong lead. If we're lucky, we can close this case today. I’m sure I know where the find the man who robbed you last night.”

“Really?” Hannah said. “Just from what we’ve told you today?”

“And what we’ve seen. This one was fairly obvious. The real perpetrator wasn't very smart. The robber knew something he shouldn't have and the person behind it was careless. Not a good combination in a crook.”

Rhiana called a detective over and gave him instructions.


Five minutes later, the woman who hired the robber brought him a cup of tea. He lounged in her bed, leaning against the backboard. His chest was bare. The woman wore a long loose robe. She turned her smile on as she walked toward him. "Here's your tea, Honeybunch. Just the way you like it." She handed it to him and waited to see if he drank it.

He raised it to his lips and was about to drink when someone banged on the front door with authority.

He put it down on the nightstand just as cops knocked down the door. He wanted to scramble to his clothes and get his gun, but he didn't get the chance. Three cops from the Morgan's Crossing Police Department trained their guns at him. Two more wrestled the woman to the floor and cuffed her.

The crime lab tested the tea. It had three times the fatal dose of cyanide. She spent the next twenty years in prison.


Rhiana set a cup of hot chocolate in front of Tanner and waited. Tanner took a sip. “Exquisite.” He took another sip. “Almond, a little salt and vanilla.” He took a longer sip. “Perfect” He set the cup down. “Change places.”

Tanner stood up and walked around the counter. Rhiana started to move past him. He stopped her with his arms around her waist and kissed her neck slowly and with thoroughness. She put her hand up to his head to hold him where she wanted to be kissed. After a moment, she said, “Hannah told me that Tom risked his life to save her from being hurt. You've done that several times.”

“You're worth it. So is she. I hope they have a good life together.”

Rhiana's voice got a little lower and softer. “You're my protector. It's not politically correct for a woman to be indebted to a man for his protection, but it feels very nice when it happens.” She nuzzled his cheek. “I did thank you each time you saved my life, didn’t I.”

“Yes. You didn’t need to. I was glad for the opportunity, but I enjoyed it when you did.” He let go of her and opened the refrigerator. “Let me show you what I made.”

Tanner brought out a slice of cinnamon cake with light colored chocolate frosting. “Homemade. From scratch with Mexican chocolate frosting. Also, homemade.” He set it in front of Rhiana and waited. She looked at him quizzically. He didn’t move. She said, “Fork, please, sweetheart.”

“Oh.” He opened a drawer. “It's so good, I thought you'd just use your hands.” He placed the fork by the plate.

Rhiana took a bite and wiggled in her chair. “It's wonderful. I love it.” She took another bite then looked up. She said, “Mumph.”

Tanner was surprised. “Sorry, I forgot the milk.” He poured it into a glass and she drank.

After a moment of him sipping and her eating, Tanner said, “Good work on that case today, by the way. Lovely deduction. You had to be observant to pull it off.”

Rhiana smiled, “Three women. Two of them looked at Tom and Hannah with happiness. They’d heard what happened and were glad when they saw them still alive and healthy. One woman, Judy Thompson, looked at them quickly then everywhere else in the room. And when I heard that the robber knew there was a hard wooden chair in an office he'd never seen. I knew it was an inside job so that buttressed my basic feminine cognitive process.”

“Have I mentioned that you have the best looking cognitive buttresses I've ever seen?”

She smiled at him. “Yes, you have.” She finished the cake. “Also, it had to be something other than a robbery. The perpetrator wasn't the kind to care about Hannah's wellbeing, and he had no playfulness in his soul. If it had been left up to him, he would have killed Tom, assaulted Hannah, killed her and left. Instead, he took the time to tie them up in a way that Tom hated. The perpetrator didn’t have a sense of humor. There had to be someone else behind it.”

“And the fact that Tom and Hannah were only vulnerable one night a month made it probable that they were the target not the money in the cash register. Judy Thompson worked in the office with Tom and handled the scheduling. She was around Tom and would have developed some affection for him. She was a natural.”

“There's something that puzzles me. Judy Thompson got the perpetrator to cooperate by giving him something he valued. I don't know what it was because she didn't have any money to speak of.”

Rhiana raised her eyebrows.

Tanner looked virtuous. “I'm ignoring your raised eyebrows, which seem to hint that men will do anything to avail themselves of a feminine body.”

Rhiana bounced her eyebrows up and down.

“I’m going to ignore that too. You do it because you know I can’t. Anyway, Judy Thompson made it happen just to break up any possible romance between Hannah and Tom. She obviously wanted Tom for herself. But the reward doesn't seem worth the effort. Couldn't she have found another man? Or made her desire for Tom more obvious? The robbery and harassment seems unnecessary.”

“You missed it, sweetheart. The motive was power, not love. She wanted to control both of them. She would have won if it had been anyone else but Hannah. Judy Thompson guessed correctly that Tom, who is shy beyond belief, would be so embarrassed by the unwanted intimacy that he'd never ask Hannah on a date. She didn't count on Hannah's ability to think and act in a crisis.” Rhiana picked up her plate and licked it clean with broad strokes of her tongue.

Tanner smiled at her. “Such a dignified lady, except where cake is concerned.”

“And Mexican chocolate frosting. That's the important part.” She put the plate down. “I bet Judy Thompson was delighted with the thought of controlling their actions, thoughts and emotions. Control for someone like her would be like candy, like breathing. Actually, that's why I knew where to find the man. He went home to her after the robbery. She would have gloried in her act of control and rewarded him."

Tanner put her plate and fork and his mug in the dishwasher. “You're done with your cake. I'm done with my delicious hot chocolate. We have an hour and a half before the kids come home from school. What would you like to do?”

She raised both eyebrows.



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Something powerful and relentless threatens the families in Morgan’s Crossing. The first victim is sixteen year old Jennifer Daniels. An evil man tears her family apart with lies and blackmail. Her father commits suicide. Her mother dies of stress. She's kidnapped and forced to become a prostitute. Finally, the man behind the evil lures her into a trap and kills her.

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When a violent, religious cult comes to Morgan's Crossing and tries to take Heidi's land, Heidi's carefully controlled world falls apart.

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