I did spot the key to the padlock holding my arms to their chain; opening that let me move around much more easily.I did spot the key to the padlock holding my arms to their chain; opening that let me move around much more easily. But I was getting worried. I had done something like this once to John. At the end of a long vacation weekend, I had locked his hands in front of him, but I had deliberately left the key elsewhere. At that point, he had no choice -- he had to follow me, waiting patiently -- with a jacket over his hands, of course! -- while I checked out of the motel, loaded the car, etc. He, of course, was contemplating the prospect of a five hour drive home, bound, without even much ability to visit a rest area. "Now you know why I rented this van", I said, as I urged him into the back and blindfolded him. I drove around, then, for about 30 minutes, while he pleaded to be released. But all I could do was to answer -- truthfully! -- that I didn't have the key. Finally, when I thought he had had enough, I headed for a secluded campsite, where I had cached the key. That, of course, was both reason and means to extend our stay for a few days. I searched the room for the key, as best I could. No luck. I was getting desperate; John still wasn't likely to wake up for hours, and I still had to work. |