I had finished a long week on the job and driven straight up to my cabin in the mountains of Maine, two hours north of Boston, for a long and relaxing weekend. Alone. I finished dinner and headed out for a walk to enjoy the cool night air. There are few other houses on the street; mostly set back a good ways, and few have many lights on. From the corner of my eye I spied movement in one window, which caught my attention. Wandering a little further up the street I gained a better vantage point and was able to see in more clearly. Inside were two very attractive women who appeared to be undressing. Not wanting to be seen I looked around, and moved even closer, among a clump of small trees, where I was able to observe the action within.

The two women, one tall with long legs and short red hair, the other short and thin with long dark hair and dark eyes, seem very comfortable with each other. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they were removing their clothing, business clothes it would seem, and changing into much more comfortable and suitable clothes for the mountains. The woman with long brown hair, wearing just her bra and panties, lifts her hair onto the back of her head and turns her back to her friend. Red reaches over to unclasp her friend's bra, helps her slip it down her arms, then reaches around to the front of the shorter woman, cupping her breasts and hugging her back against her chest. This is starting to get very interesting. She just held her that way for the longest time, as the woman with dark hair leaned her head against the taller woman's shoulder. She then captured the smaller woman's nipples in the valley at the base of her thumb and stretched them gently but firmly out from her body and back, almost in a milking motion. The nipples became very hard, red and erect. As did I.

I then felt something else hard, hard but cold, pressed against the base of my head. I heard a "click" and a husky woman's voice said very clearly and with extreme menace: "Freeze asshole!" Oh shit!!! "Stand up very slowly and put your hands behind your back." I did as ordered and she very deftly, with one hand, slipped a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists with a click of finality that seemed to end my entire life.

"Walk" she said, pushing me towards the house. I again did exactly as ordered, but did manage to steal a glance over my shoulder as I did. I was expecting to see some big ugly country cop in uniform with a billy club, mace and a big black flashlight. What I saw instead, and I wasn't about to stare mind you, given the situation, was a very attractive slim, auburn-haired woman dressed much like the other two had been (when they had been dressed), in standard business attire. My mind was racing. Why does she have a gun and handcuffs? What the hell is going on? We reached the front door. "Knock" she said. I did. I heard laughter and a voice inside say "Oh great, Ginny's here"; the door opened. It was the tall redhead, who stared at me, then at Ginny, then at the gun, then back at me again. "Look what I found peeking in your window ladies", she said, her voice still filled with menace, though now that she appeared to have the situation well in hand I thought I detected a hint of humor.

"What are we going to do with him?" asked the brunette. "What was he doing out there?"

"A very good question," said Ginny, "and I think someone owes us a very good explanation." And so I started explaining. Right there on the porch. Everything. I was up in the mountains alone for the weekend. I am a professional in the city. I am not a pervert. I saw a light on. I was curious. I did what any red-blooded American male might have done in a similar situation. I am very sorry. I won't do it again. Now, if you’ll please remove the handcuffs I’ll just be on my way and you’ll never see me again. They listened to me intently. I felt like the biggest fool on the planet. A long silence followed, during which I must have lost ten pounds. Ginny broke it. "Sarah, get me some rope." The redhead returned with a length of very solid climbing rope that she thumped against her palm. They lead me into the cabin.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked. "Shut up asshole" (my new name, I guess). She handed the gun, safety off I noticed, to Sarah and had her point it at my groin. She said to her: "If he moves a muscle shoot him." In answer, Sarah jabbed me pointedly in the nuts with her toe, a deft movement that hinted at years of martial arts training, and said "with pleasure". My heart immediately hit an iceberg and sank in deep and frigid waters. Ginny smoothly unlocked one of the wrist locks, and before I could even contemplate a move, locked it back in front of me. She then tied one end of the heavy rope expertly around the handcuff chain, tossed the rest of the rope over the exposed rafter beam, and pulled it very taught, jerking my arms straight above my head. She tied the other end to another beam further down the room by standing on a table, and just like that I was neutralized. Not entirely immobile, though. I could have danced around on my tip toes in a circle two feet in diameter had I wanted to further humiliate myself. I didn’t. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked. Ginny replied: "That's just what we are about to discuss. Ladies?" And they left the room, leaving me to ponder my fate.