QueeAndJiggy OPIbiza 1969 · Hippie time · A sunny afternoon · Jig is on duty on visiting tour with his clients Mr. and Mrs. Spaghettini · They want to buy the finca CAMPO PODRIDO · Would be a tragedy for Quee and Jiggy · The isolated spot is their favourite place for wrestling and other games Jig, beyond the blah-blah with the Spaghettinis is thinking of his half-brother. Oh yeah! The general rule in their friendship ever was mutual trust and mutual regard. So much the more in their Uke and Tori games. As long as the fight is a draw it can be stopped and declared finished for that day. But once Uke has been defeated the game goes on. Tori is now the king of the castle. He calls the shots. A loser is a loser. However, Uke has the right to decide a place. Where he will be held captive. Roaming around is not allowed. A tree is the most reliable partner. Uke may choose a suitable position, hands tied behind. A brilliant invention! One cannot exclude, that our Assyro-Babylonian ancestors already applied similar procedures. Two dice decide about the time. 1 point means 20 minutes. So the result will be something between 40 minutes and 4 hours. Once the dice are cast, it is a definite judgement, a point of no return. Uke’s objection period has expired. Wherever he is arrested he is now forced to face the music. No chance to escape. Both boys know perfectly how to put someone out of action in a simple, but effective way. Tori waits a few minutes just walking around. The smooth cotton rope will not cause any harm to Uke. “Stand straight, boy!” the pine tree says. "Don't fidget like that! Stop hurting my bark! Otherwise I’ll call the big black spider. He’ll climb up your legs. To give you a sedative shot. In between your balls.” Whatever the dice decide from twenty minutes to several hours – Uke is left alone. Tori walks away. No matter what he is going to do, he does not forget the helpless Uke who has to be released when time has elapsed. Jig says: “Sir, the finca has a large basement. Do you want to see it?” Mr. Spaghettini looks at Mrs. Spaghettini. “We do that tomorrow, right? We want to see the finca in the morning sun!” "At your service, Sir!” Jig feels relieved. Not yet sold! An idea occurs to him. How to scare the Spaghettinis away from Campo Podrido ... short leather pants, leather shorts, Uke and Tori, tie-up games, flower power, hippie time, Ibiza, Eivissa, tied up, tied to tree, snakiestory, kurze Lederhose, fesseln, an Baum gefesselt, Hippiezeit, Fesselspiele, ligoter, attacher, culotte de cuir, atar, atado, pantalón de cuero,
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