I knew it wouldn’t take me long, for the knife I was using had recently been sharpened, and once hose for man in panties I’d managed to get it into the correct position I found myself free.
Now I had to think quickly, I had a gun but it was upstairs, I was grateful that hose for man in panties they’d elected to just guard me rather than tying my feet together, but it was a mistake they would regret.
Their attention to what was going on before them, was all the diversion I needed, as I decided to run for the gun.
I looked at the hallway, which was directly in front of me, and knew that if I could just get there without them tagging me, I could make it upstairs.
I suddenly bolted, and as luck would have it, I managed to reach the stairs before I heard their worried voices.
“He’s got free,” one of them shouted.
“Well, get after him,” said John, as I reached the middle of the stairs.
I prayed that the gun, a magnum was in the same place as always, but because I hadn’t used it for some months, I didn’t know if it would be loaded.
By the time I reached the bedroom, and opened the draw I knew it would be in, I could hear foot falls on the stairs.
Grasping the gun, I quickly checked to see if I’d left it loaded, and discovered I hadn’t.
Grabbing the box of shells next to it, I got down onto the hose for man in panties floor opening the box as I did so, then frantically trying to get the gun loaded before anyone entered.
Fortunately, my pursuer went into the wrong room first, having not seen which one I’d darted into, which gave me ample hose for man in panties time to load the gun.
