youth church trip, hiking Westport
Beth asked if I had string; nope
showed my cuffs; borrowed;
she handcuffed Tracy to a tree,
threw key to bushes, ran.
when chaperones head-counted,
backtracked to red-eyed,
demanded key, culprits;
neither ratted me out.
2 comments:
Oh, wow: what a story in this post . . . makes me feel it. Ick. Good.
thanks for reading and saying.
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