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             Raul took the strip of cloth and tied it between Frankie’s teeth.  He cut off some duct tape and plastered it over his mouth.
 
            “Now, let me adjust these ropes.  I had made them loose, but I think I will make them tighter.  Want to make them look real for your wife when she returns home!” 
 
            Frankie hated being bound, but this was his revenge.  His x-wife was draining him with alimony.  If somebody robbed all his valuables, cash, stocks, bonds, he would have nothing to pay her, and the court would reduce his required amounts.  Yet, he would still have it all.  It was a simple plan.  She was due today for a payment.  The house would be bare, since Frankie and his friend had already stripped it clean. She and her attorney would find him bound and gagged, and they would go to the cops.  Ultimate revenge.  Frankie would have it all, she would get shit.
             “Hey, that’s too fucking tight,” Frankie mumbled through his gag.  His buddy just pulled hard on the ropes circling his chest, around his upper arms.  “Awwwww, can’t take it?  Tough dude like you?  You look all so tough in that white undershirt and jeans, all roped up.  Did I ever tell you I always wanted to tie you up?  And I have a thing for white undershirts and jeans?”
 

           Frankie looked pissed.  Raul was enjoying this.  The ropes were very tight, and Frankie felt his wrists going numb.  His legs were being worked on now, ankles and knees roped.  Frankie felt his feet accidentally tickled and he jerked.  “Ticklish?”  His friend was about to tickle his feet when the door bell rang.  “Saved by the bell,” his friend joked.  Frankie looked at the clock.  The bitch was two hours early.  Frankie shook his head violently “NO,” but Raul disappeared.  Frankie was panicked now, and began to shuffle his body, trying to break free, but he was roped professionally, especially his wrists.  He even squirmed to a kitchen draw, looking for anything to cut himself free, when his x appeared, arm and arm with his friend!
 
            “I should have tied you up before,” his buddy said as he and his former wife dragged him back into the pantry.  He again checked his ropes, nice and tight.
 
            “Now we have all your shit, and, if you go to the cops, we will rat and tell them you were planning larceny - against the law.”  Frankie was fuming, double crossed.  His wife smiled.  “You can miss this week’s payment; however my lawyer and I will be back next week.  Hope you get out by then Ta Ta!”
 
            Frankie lay there, bound, gagged, defeated.  He heard the car drive away.  It might just take me a week to get out this,” he thought as the squirming and struggles began.