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WINNERS & LOSERS
 by SoftTouch

             “How’s that, Greg?  Are those knots too tight?” Jamie asked with an innocent smile on his face.
            “No, they’re okay,” I told him while I made sure that I could still wiggle my arms a little inside the loops of rope.  Jamie was such a nice guy.
            Innocent-looking Jamie had won the part of the villain in our college’s upcoming production of “The Clock Strikes” and somehow he had talked me into being his practice dummy so that he would be able to do a good job of tying up his victim in the play.
            “How about the nifty way I’ve got those coils of rope all wrapped around your arms and chest.  That’s my own design.  Do you like it?”
            “Yea, it’s okay,” I told him.  What could you expect from an art major?
            “Are you sure that you can’t move your hands at all?”
            I put on a little show as I struggled to pull my hands free.  The ropes held them tightly behind my back okay and that brought a happy smile to Jamie’s face.
            “Good!  Now I’m going to do your feet!”  A happy Jamie dumped some coils of rope on the floor and then knelt down in front of the chair.  And then a serious look came onto his face as he looked up at me and gave me a warning.
            “Don’t try anything like funny like trying to kick me.  If you do I’ll have to tickle you.”
            Yipes!  That was the trouble with having roommates.  Sooner or later they found out all of your little secrets.  Jamie knew that tickling me was probably the worst thing he could do to me.  I never could stand tickling.  Once at summer camp a bunch of boys held me down and tickled me until I had something like an asthma attack and they had to call a doctor.  So I sat way back in the chair and let my legs go XXXX while a happy Jamie began wrapping lots of coils of rope all around my ankles and the chair.  Then he tied off the last knot and stood up triumphantly.
            “There!  Now go on, try to move, try to break free,” Jamie challenged me.
            Anything for a roommate.  I put on a big show of struggling and straining and trying to break free, but the ropes held me securely in the chair.  “There, are you satisfied?”
            “Are you sure you can’t get free?” Jamie asked while carefully standing just out of arm’s reach.
            “No, you’ve really got me good.”
            “That’s nice, so maybe you won’t mind if I use some of this.”
            Jamie laughed as he held out a big roll of silver duct tape in front of me.
            “Now wait a minute, Jamie.  I let you tie me up, that’s enough.  I don’t want any of that sticky stuff on my face!”
            But Jamie just kept on laughing as his clever fingers tore off wide strips of the silver tape and began wrapping and overlapping them around my neck and over my face until my poor lips were XXXX under several layers of the pinching tape.  Then Jamie tossed the roll of tape aside and stood back triumphantly to admire his work.
            “There, you are done, and boy are you ever dumb!” he teased me.
            “Hmmm???”
            “I’ll bet you don’t even know what today’s date is?”
            Today’s date…?  Sometimes Jamie was so obscure that I had no clue.
            “Today is February Twenty-Ninth,” he chortled.
            The twenty-ninth…?  Why was that date familiar?
            “You forgot all about the Leap Year Dance, didn’t you?  Well, you know what that makes you?”
            Jamie was right, I had forgotten about the dance.  Jeremy would be going to that dance and at last I would have a chance— what was that stuff?
            Clever Jamie was opening up a jar of some kind of black stuff.  That was finger paint!  What was he going to do?  And then I could only watch while he happily dipped his fingers into the black paint and wrote something on my chest.
            “You know what that says?” he teased me.  “No, I forgot.  Jocks can’t read.  It says LOSER because that’s what you are.  And I, I am a WINNER because Jeremy will be dancing with me tonight while you’re still sitting here imitating a statue.”
            Then Jamie laughed and laughed as he danced out of the room to take a shower and get dressed up for the dance.


            Oh I don’t have to tell you how angry I was.  Not only was he trying to steal my dreamboat away from me, he had also turned me into a total fool while he was doing it!
            So then I really struggled and strained!  I was going to break those ropes or I was going to break that chair, but one way or the other I was going to get free!
            I’m not sure how long it took me.  What I mainly remember was the flashes of pain as my skin and my muscles screamed at me not to mistreat them this way.
            But then, by some lucky chance or miracle, one of my hands slipped free from the biting ropes.  One hand was enough.  It short order I had all of those ropes untied.  Then I ignored the tears that came to my eyes as I ripped off all of that cruel tape Jamie had plastered my face with.
            And all of that time, my feverish mind was working on a plan.  Jamie wouldn’t be the only one who was going to show up at the dance tonight.  I was going to be there, too.  And when poor Jamie saw me, he was going to be so sorry!
            Yea, that was my plan as I rubbed the circulation back into my arms and legs and hobbled out that room to wash that awful word off of my chest.  And pretty soon Jamie would be learning just who the real LOSER was.
 

THE END

Greg played by Jason

Jamie played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2005