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Beaumains wrote: 1 year ago This is maybe true, but I have to disagree. As far as how Josh is portrayed so far, he does not seem like a good boyfriend.
Maybe if this tale returns to Searchlight, we might get an answer to the relation between Wynonna and Josh. He might seem dodgy, but people can change when you find the right partner.
tiedpgirl wrote: 1 year ago Now that Wynonna's been "kidnapped" though, there seems to be very little that'll keep our travelers in Searchlight. Excited to read where they're off to and what mischief/predicament Elsa gets into next! 😉
For now we will head back onto the road (and they have enough rope and materials)
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Nice update. Will Elsa ever be freed?
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Trammel wrote: 1 year ago Nice update. Will Elsa ever be freed?
I don't think she wants to be! 😂 At least, that's how her bondage adventures have gone so far.
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The heavy MP8HE-445 engine rumbled to life in the Mack truck. It was late in the afternoon, but we were ready to move out and go back on the road again. I had filled up my tanks, which was getting expensive due to the rising gas prices. If things kept going this way, I would have to tell my broker to charge more for the trips I was doing. The airco on the truck sprung to live, but it would take a few minutes for the engine to warm up, and the airco would start blowing cold air into the cabin.

“Have you got all you need?” I asked Elsa, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Hmmmpppfffff.” She said and nodded.

The Tegaderm tape sealing her lips prevented her from replying. The sock, one of my clean ones, inside her mouth kept her tongue down and muffled any sounds. This tape was sticky and worked well for a gag. Elsa felt her lips with her hands, but there was not much she could do, as I had wrapped her hands individually with semi-transparent medical tape. She had no use of her fingers this way, all wrapped up in a fist, and if you only glanced at her, you would not see that her fingers were helpless. Her mouth and fingers were the only bondage on her, for now. She had not even complained when I applied the tape to her hands.

“You look nice.” I said, looking at her.

Elsa had her long blond hair hanging loose around her face. Dressed in white shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with sequin patchwork on the straps over her shoulders, she showed a generous amount of her firm breasts. She was barefoot, although a pair of sneakers were standing on the floormat in front of the passenger seat.

“Ping.”

The sound indicated a message had arrived on my phone. I toggled the login screen, before reading the message.

“Wynonna wishes us a good trip. As does Josh. Oh, there is two photos attached.”

As I was not driving yet, I opened the attachment and had to laugh. I showed Elsa the first photo that Wynonna had attached. It showed Wynonna spreadeagled on the bed, tied up, with Josh standing at the foot of the bed as he was taking the selfie. The second photo showed the reversed situation. Josh was tied to the bed and Wynonna was the one taking the picture. Based on the light, that photo was taken later than the first one.

“Looks like these two have found each other.” I said.

I had been a bit worried when Josh had taken Wynonna with him, he was not known to be the steady guy, but I suspected that had more to do with not having found the right person than him not wanting to be going steady. We would have to wait and see how this relationship would develop, but so far it looked like it was going well.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa grinned.

“Okay, let’s go. It is roughly 430 miles, so we won’t make it today, but that is fine.”

I drove the truck to US-95, the main road through Searchlight and turned south, as our destination, Rancho De La Osa, was very close to the Mexican border.

“Did you know that Rancho De La Osa is one of the oldest ranches in Arizona?”

Elsa shook her head. I had looked up some info before heading out, which I now shared with Elsa.

“Rancho de la Osa is in Sasabe, Arizona, about an hour and a half southwest of Tucson. They are situated on roughly 600 acres of high desert grassland and surrounded by nearly 120,000 acres of the Buenos Aires Wildlife Refuge.”

With the tape sealing her mouth, Elsa could not really reply, so I kept going in my ‘walking encyclopedia’ mode as she would call it.

“Rancho de la Osa is the most historic ranch in Arizona. Presidents stayed there and movies were shot on location.”

“Hmmppff.” Elsa acknowledged.

US-95 was mostly empty. Not a lot of people drove to Vegas on this road, so it was an easy drive. Just before hitting the California border, we turned east on the Laughlin Highway, also known as Nevada-163. I could see Elsa react to the commercial signs around the turn off. The turn from US-95 to Nevada 163 was empty, no houses, no garage, nothing except for 20 or so large commercial signs promoting casinos in Vegas. The Laughlin highway, which brought us, as you could have guessed, to Laughlin, Nevada, was also mostly empty. Laughlin sits right on the border with Bullhead City, Arizona. If the state border had not crossed through the town, it would have been a single town, now it was two different towns, with due to the border, different rules. The Colorado River was the demarcation between the two states. There were only 2 bridges to get across the river, one at the Davis Dam Road, which was closed to traffic, and one at Laughlin Highway, or Bullhead Parkway, depending on which direction you came from as the name changed in the middle of the bridge.

“On the Nevada side there are a bunch of casinos, you can see them on the right, there is nothing on the Arizona side like that.” I explained to Elsa.

Several casinos could be seen on the Nevada side. They were not as bigas the ones in Las Vegas, but they were still casinos, and they made their money from the people in Arizona who did not want to drive to Vegas. While driving, I noticed occasionally Elsa would bring her taped up hands to her face. Either to get her hair out of the way or to try to remove the gag, which did not work, as the Tegaderm tape was way too sticky, and it molded very well to skin, being thin but strong. When I grinned, Elsa would look annoyed at me. We turned onto Arizona 68, which is just a regular 4 lane highway.

“Wanna go for a walk?” I asked Elsa, who nodded.

We only had been on the road for an hour, but I figured we could stretch our legs a little. After being in Vegas for a while, we had to get used to sitting a lot again. The seats were excellent, as they should for a long-haul trucker, but still, movement is healthy. I stopped at the Old Kingman Highway Recreation Area, a big word for a sandy trail. The truck shook and bumped on the uneven sand. Driving a truck without a trailer is not as much fun as having a loaded trailer, because it does not have weight. I preferred to drive with a trailer, a loaded one preferably, but since we had no load going to the ranch, I had to drive without a trailer.

“Let me help you.”

The parking lot, a sandy area with a single information sign, was empty. A light cloud layer had settled in, but the sun was hardly impeded by it. It was warm. Not just the air, but also the sandy ground. I helped Elsa put her sneakers on, as walking barefoot on the ground was not nice.

“Hmpf.” She said after helping her out of the cab.

We walked a little up the sandy trail, but there was not much to see. After about 15 minutes we turned around and walked back, as we did not see much interesting. I had never been here; all I had seen was the sign that directed us to this recreation area. We walked to the sign, which indicated there were a few interesting sites, an overlook point, and some old structures, but neither were close.

“Not the most interesting items to visit. Maybe we should just continue.” I said.

Right at that moment a car, a Dodge Grand Caravan, drove onto the parking area, stopping close to the sign. Four kids came out, one of them obviously needed to pee, as his mom pulled him behind the van, out of our view. The tree other kids ran up to the sign, where we were standing.

“Excuse us.” One of the kids said, a girl probably around 9 years old, as they pushed by us.

They read the sign and came to the same conclusion as we had, things to see were too far away. The girl turned around and looked at us.

“You are very pretty.” The girl said to Elsa.

That caused a bit of a dilemma, as Elsa was still gagged.

“Thank you.” I said, trying to shift attention away from Elsa.

Obviously, it did not work, as I could see the girl stare at Elsa’s face. Elsa smiled and waved, before turning around and walking back to the truck. I followed close behind and the three kids walked back to the van. After helping Elsa into the truck, I buckled the seat belt and got into my own seat.

“Well, that was funny.” I said and I could see Elsa grinning.

“Hmpf.” She mumbled.

I started the engine and when we drove away, Elsa waved to the kids standing near the van. Turning left onto 68 again, we headed for Kingman. We left the mountains for a short while when we reached Golden Valley. The area was surrounded by mountains on all sides, but it was just a large flat area with lots of people living in the valley. There was an ‘off-road’ diner and even an RV park, although I wondered who would bring their RV here.

“Lots of houses here.” I said, making conversation, although it was one-sided.

Although, to be honest, a lot of the houses were trailers, just like mine. Road 68 was straight here, no turns or bends, as this was a valley, and there was no need for the road to wave through the mountains. There were lots of side roads, leading to the trailers. Spread out along the road were some service stations, but that was about all there was in Golden Valley. Road 68 ended where it met up with US-93. Without a trailer I did not have to stop at the Point of Entry, which saved me a few minutes, as I did see a few trucks waiting for the checkpoint.

“We’re almost in Kingman. This town is famous as it is part of Route 66. Have you heard about that route?”

Elsa nodded. I wondered if there were a lot of people who had not heard of the famous route 66. I knew there was a museum in Kingsman about route 66, but I did not have high hopes it was open anymore, as it was after 7.

“Let’s find a parking spot, have a meal, and walk around town a bit. We can stay the night here and visit the Route 66 museum tomorrow. Sound good?”

Elsa nodded and held up her hands as if asking if she was being released.

“Would you like to get out of that?” I grinned.

She nodded, trying again to get the gag off again.

“Soon.” I replied, which caused me another annoyed look from Elsa.

US-93 turned into a two-lane road close to Kingsman and just before we got to I-40, there was a TA Travel center. I had been here before, when I drove from Barstow to Flagstaff, several years ago. The place had not changed much. The parking lot for the TA was build like a gigantic circle, with the pumps on one side and parking on the other, with the building in the middle. There were some service bays for repairs.

“We can have dinner at Black Bear diner or eat in town.” I told Elsa as I parked the truck away from the busier spots.

That was an advantage of not having a trailer, parking was a lot easier. I released Elsa’s seatbelt, got out, walked around the truck, opened the passenger door, and helped her out of the truck.

“Need a washroom?” I asked.

Elsa shook her head. The truck stop was busy, and I was not sure if Elsa wanted to eat somewhere else. A quick check on my phone showed that there were several restaurants in the area, all within a mile from the truck stop.

“Okay, let’s walk to a restaurant. According to Google Maps there is a good Mexican food restaurant not far from here."

Thinking about eating Mexican brought back memories and I had to think about ‘Lucky’. Elsa had been tied up in the truck, while I went to that restaurant, and she had been bound and gagged while Lucky and I had sex. I grinned, which got me a look from Elsa. She held her hands out, but I ignored her.

“Let’s walk.”

Elsa sighed, shrugged her shoulders and, after I had made sure the truck was locked, we walked towards downtown, crossing under Interstate 40. At least there were sidewalks, so the walk was easy. We were the only one’s walking. Some truck drivers honked their horns when they saw Elsa wave at them. I don’t know if she did it to get back at me, as her fingers were still taped up, so the wave looked a little weird, or that she just was having fun. Whatever it was, she seemed happy. And if she was happy, I was happy.
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Well that was quite delightful - Elsa and Jack on the Road again, obviously having fun - when I recount the end of this chapter. Your style of writing never fails to amaze me. It just seems to flow, nothing seems construed, nothing seems wanted - so I bow deeply [mention]slackywacky[/mention] :)
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Nice chapter! (also) going back to the roots! I am not sure whether including the children was necessary, but Elsa being bound is always charming. She also seems more comfortable being tied than ever. Well done!
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I really enjoy the imagery of the open road and the humour of this awesome tale. This is so well crafted, the tiea are all unique within the atory and the genuine warmth of the main characters is ever palpable.

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It's nice to have some on-the-road-bondage again!
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Searchlight and Las Vegas were a nice interlude but it is nice to be on the road again. And it's always nice to have Elsa in at least some measure of a predicament. As Elsa would say,
“Hmpf.” She mumbled.
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(Sings off key) “On the road again!” Great to see them traveling again after a nice break, and still keeping Elsa in some sort of restraint. At this point it would’ve been weird if she wasn’t 😂 Oh! And please add me to the notification for this great story!
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Nice to see Jack evolving here in terms of how he looks at Elsa. If she was happy, he's happy. That's a nice relationship.
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TightsBound wrote: 1 year ago (And please add me to the notification for this great story!
Will do.
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Caesar73 wrote: 1 year ago so I bow deeply
Don't hurt yourself!

We all have our styles, and for some the fact that English is not our mother tongue also plays a role. I always have to grin when you write words with a capital first character. Common in German, hardly done in English. Not a complaint, just an observation. It adds something to the story you write.
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wolfman wrote: 1 year ago I really enjoy the imagery of the open road and the humour of this awesome tale. This is so well crafted, the tiea are all unique within the atory and the genuine warmth of the main characters is ever palpable.

Thank you for this.
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Jack's gonna get himself ambushed by police again if he keeps parading Elsa around like that in public.
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Trammel wrote: 1 year ago Jack's gonna get himself ambushed by police again if he keeps parading Elsa around like that in public.
Giving me ideas... :lol:
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Well there’s been many an update since last I commented. And yet it’s been delightful to take a journey back in time and reread each one. For while they’re great as stand alone updates. They’re even better when placed together. For its great to see some familiar names make a brief appearance. Although I admit I’m ever so slightly jealous I didn’t sneak in there. Even better to see jack is back to his naughty ways when alone with Elsa and Wynonna. Not to mention maybe playing match maker in the process. Please keep this up [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. And possibly consider making a file for all use keen fans to download all that has been posted thus far.
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Bandit666 wrote: 1 year ago Although I admit I’m ever so slightly jealous I didn’t sneak in there.
Sorry, I had to choose a few. All of us showing up in Vegas would have been a little over the top. But knowing me, I'll keep breaking the rules so it might happen again...

I will look at making a PDF version available again... (even if it is to a few selected people only)
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Another favorite of mine on this site. I guess it's high time to express my gratitude for sharing your fantasies with us. Looking forward to more episodes of this delightful adventure!
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absolutist wrote: 1 year ago Another favorite of mine on this site. I guess it's high time to express my gratitude for sharing your fantasies with us. Looking forward to more episodes of this delightful adventure!
Thank you, I appreciate the comment. There will be more chapters... (soon)
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Lovely 😊
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“Need a taxi?”

Obviously, people were not used to seeing pedestrians here. We had literally just crossed underneath Interstate 40 when a yellow cab pulled up beside us, the passenger window down and the driver leaning over to talk to us. For a moment I was speechless, looking at the 1941 Plymouth Yellow Taxi. It was in perfect shape; most likely restored that way as there are not many Plymouth cars that old in original condition. The ‘Yellow Cab Co. text on the doors and, as with so many cars from that era, lots of chrome along with the bright yellow paint of the car made it look very nice.

“Euh…”

Before I got a chance, the rear door was opened.

“Come on in, it is too warm to walk.” The voice of an elderly woman, the same voice who had called out if we needed a taxi, sounded.
I could hear a muffled grin from Elsa, and she pushed the door a little further open before getting in. Having the decision taken away from me, I shrugged and got in too.

“Welcome to Kingman.”

The woman behind the wheel was of native descent, that was easy to see. She reminded me of Wynonna, except about 40 years older, as I suspected she was in her sixties.

“Hi, my name is Hipa, which means Coyote. Nice to meat you both.”

I settled down in the luxurious back row seats, looking at the interior of the classic car.

“I am Jack, and this is Elsa.”

“Hmpf.” Elsa grunted, as the Tegaderm tape was still holding her mouth closed.

“Are you alright my dear?” The older woman asked.

She looked around and her eyes got wide when she noticed the shine of the tape covering Elsa’s mouth. From up close it was not hard to see that she was gagged.

“Do you need help?”

Elsa grinned and shook her head.

“Hmmppppfffff.” She said pointing at me, although I had no idea what she was saying.

“It sounds like she wants you to take the tape off.” Hipa said in a matter-of-fact tone that sounded like I did not have much choice in the matter.

While I pulled the tape off, as gently as I could, Hipa drove the taxi away from the curb onto Metcalfe Road. She stopped at a large parking area next to what I discovered based on the signage, was the Mohave County Sherriff's department. Our driver turned around and looked at us.

“What’s the story with this?” She asked, sounding like grandma interrogating the grandkids after they did something they should not have done.
Adding to the fact that we were standing next to the Sherriff's office made this an interesting situation. Hipa could see my eyes look at the building next to us.

“Don’t worry about them. I did not park here for them. It was just the first place to park. And they all know me and my car.” Hipa grinned.

I relaxed a little, still working on the tape on Elsa’s hands.

“Why are you taped up, dear?”

“I’ve been like that since we left Las Vegas.” Elsa said. “He always keeps me prisoner. You should see some of the positions he ties me up in. This was an easy one.”

I stared at Elsa with my mouth slightly open.

“Det är vad du får för att hålla mig inkopplad så länge.” She said, looking at me.

“What?” I asked, not having an idea what she was saying.

Suddenly Elsa started to laugh.

“I said that this is what you get if you keep me taped up for that long.” She said to me.

She looked at Hipa and explained that she was a hitchhiker from Sweden, and I had picked her up and she had discovered that I liked seeing women in bondage. And she enjoyed being tied up.

“One thing led to another and now I am sitting in a taxi in Kingman telling you I am a bondage junkie.”

I was still holding the tape and the sock that had acted as a gag.

“Huh.” Hipa stated, grinning. “Nothing wrong with that if he is good to you. I been tied up enough times in my life, even by my grandkids. It can be fun.”

Before saying another word, she put the car in gear and continued Metcalfe Road, until she came to West Historic Route 66.

“Welcome to Route 66.” Hipa stated, before making a left turn.

She drove only a short distance on the historic road before pulling in at the parking lot of the Powerhouse visitor center, a large 2 story building. Instead of parking, she drove to the rear, pushed a button and a garage door opened. Slowly Hipa drove inside into what looked like a garage, as there were several more cars parked. I could see Hipa’s smiling eyes in the rearview mirror as she judged my reaction.

“This is the Powerhouse visitor center; it is owned by the Mohave County Historical Society, and it includes the Arizona Route 66 museum and the Electric Car Museum. And yes, I know this is not an electric car, but my dad restored it and he is a large sponsor of the museum, so it was added to the collection. I drive it occasionally to keep it in good condition, as we use it in parades and such type of events.”

“This looks nice.” Elsa stated, opening the door of the taxi.

We all got out.

“Let me show you around. The building is closed for the day, but that does not mean I can’t show you around. I suspect the cleaners will still be around anyway.”

In the middle of the cars that were lined up in the large hallway was a special looking car.

“What is the story here?” I asked, pointing at the silver bullet.

“This is the Buckeye Bullet 2.5. The Buckeye Bullet is a series of four experimental electric cars created by students from Ohio State University, hence why they are called the Buckeyes. The cars were designed to break the land speed record on the Bonneville Speedway, a salt flat just outside Wendover, Utah. The team first achieved its goal in October 2004, at 271.737 mph for the one-mile world record, repeatedly increasing the record until setting a mile world record of 307.666 mph in 2009, and a one-kilometer world record of 341.264 mph in 2016.”

“Battery powered?” Elsa asked.

“Yes. The Buckeye Bullet 2.5 was a battery electric version of the Buckeye Bullet 2. The BB2.5 uses the same frame and body as the Buckeye Bullet 2 but replaces the fuel cell power source with batteries. The BB2.5 raced for only one season in 2009. The vehicle was able to set a FIA sanctioned world record at 307.666 mph.”

“307 miles per hour… Wow.” I said, mostly to myself.

“Hard to imagine how fast that is.” Hipa grinned.

“I’ve been on some of the high-speed trains in Europe, they go up to 350 km/h, but compared to this car, that is not even close.” Elsa spoke. “And doing it in a train is something else than doing it in this car.”

“I agree.” Hipa replied. “Let me show you the route 66 part of the museum.”

We walked up to the second floor into what looked like a historic street. There was a drugstore, and several other buildings, which told the story of route 66. Hipa gave us a full tour, which was interesting and showed the history of this historic route.

“Did you guys eat yet?”

“We were actually on our way to find a place to eat.” I replied.

“You were going to keep Elsa taped up?”

“No, but you met us before I had a chance to get the tape off.” I grinned.

“It would not be the first time he eats while I am tied up.” Elsa added.

We were almost done in the Route 66 museum, when Elsa noticed the jail in the back of the Sheriff’s office that was recreated in the museum.

“Can you take a picture; I want to send it to my family.” Elsa asked, handing me her phone.

The jail was just a big square metal cage, build of 2-inch-wide heavy metal strips. It was 8 feet high, 8 feet wide and 4 feet deep, with a door in the side. The metal strips used were 10 inches apart, creating 10x10 inch squares. It looked heavy and old.

“This jail was used in the early 1900 in this region.” Hipa explained.

Elsa got in through the door and stood in the middle of the jail, holding on to the bars that made up the front wall, posing for the photo.

“Hold on, let’s make it more fun. Since you are a bondage junkie as you said.” Hipa stated, walking to one of the exhibits and retrieving a pair of old handcuffs.

They looked like the old handcuffs used in westerns. Two U shaped pieces of steel, connected by a short chain and two bars to lock the person up. They looked a little rusty but seemed still to work as Hipa used the key to open them.

“Turn around.” She told Elsa.

Elsa stepped out of the jail and turned her back to Hipa. With her hands behind her back, Hipa cuffed her hands.

“Okay, done.” Hipa stated.

“These are heavy.” Elsa stated as she felt around to see if she could escape the cuffs.

“Yes, they are made of steel. Compared to cuffs nowadays, these are heavy.” Hipa replied. “Okay, go back in the jail and we’ll take your picture.”

Elsa got back into the steel box and stood facing us. I took some pictures on her phone. It reminded me that she had not really had much contact with her family back in Sweden, at least not that I was aware of. Maybe chat was their preferred way, but I hardly ever saw Elsa on her phone. Okay, she was tied up a lot of the time, which might make it a little harder, but still…

“Shall I take one with the both of you?” Hipa asked.

“Yes please.” Elsa grinned.

I shrugged and walked up to the jail.

“Have you got another pair of cuffs?” Elsa asked.

“Oh, that is not needed, I can hold my hands behind my back.” I replied.

“Glädjedödare.” Elsa said.

“Sure.” Hipa said, ignoring my comment, walking to another cabinet and this time grabbing a slightly more modern pair of cuffs. “These are from the sixties. They are lighter as they started to use lighter materials.”

Not wanting to sound like a killjoy, I let Hipa cuff my hands behind my back, before stepping into the steel cage. Hipa closed the door and got Elsa’s camera. She took several photos of us.

“Maybe one in front of the jail?” Hipa suggested.

We stepped out of the cage and stood in front, both still handcuffed. After a few more photos, Elsa leaned against the jail, moved her cuffed hands over her but and stepped over the chain, bringing her hands to the front of her.

“Yeah, I can’t do that.” I said, not even trying.

“You are pretty flexible, Elsa.” Hipa stated.

“That’s why I have to tie her up so tight, so she does not escape.” I grinned.

“That reminds me, I might have something fun for you.” Hipa said to Elsa. “Follow me.”

Without releasing our cuffs, Hipa walked towards the rear of the museum, opened a door, and walked into what was clearly a storage area.

“We have no space to show everything, and we get a lot of materials send to us.” Hipa explained while searching through some boxes.

Whatever she was looking for was hidden better than she must have thought, as it took almost 15 minutes of searching before she found what she was looking for.

“You want to try this?” Hipa asked, pulling something from the box she had opened.

“A straitjacket?”
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Almost got himself in trouble again, or did he?
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First: I am glad you found time to continue this story - and I like the tone of this chapter very much. Hipas surprise when she realized that Elsa was gagged was priceless :) I wonder what will happen with the straight jacket :)
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I still love the ever playful nature of this story. It is never too serious and the characters jump out of the story.

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