In our church, there was only 1 boy my age. There were older boys and younger boys, but my age group was all girls except for Mark. He was such a sweetheart. Quiet, kind, athletic, cute and well-trained by his older sisters. Many girls in several provinces all had plans to marry him. Although I didn’t have a crush on him he was a good friend. Once he rescued me from an awkward socializing situation by inviting me to come exploring the creek on his farm. He was pretty much perfect.
When we were 12 or possibly 11 we had a church sleepover. Since most of the members were from out of town, people got billeted and shuffled around. I ended up at the house with 11 year old triplet girls, me, more girls our age and Mark. We all slept in the living room. I have no idea why Mark was there. Maybe the older guys didn’t want him and he preferred us over the younger boys? Our church was very strict about separating genders at sleepovers so I’m guessing the elders had no idea.
Mark, not knowing the rules of girls’ sleepovers, fell asleep first.
We discussed the usual forms of punishment for the first sleeper- tacky nail polish, face painting, shaving cream sculptures and the like. I was the one to come up with a particularly cruel form of torture. I suggested we hog-tie him so he couldn’t move when he woke up. And that we tie him up with bras. (hangs head in shame)
So we did.
And he was the last one to wake up. So we got to watch his face cloudy with confusion when he couldn’t move. Then the horror of realization dawned on him and he ripped off all those bras and shook them off his body like a dog coming out of a lake. He was jumping up and down and yelping a little.
It was vastly entertaining. But maybe not very nice. I never got to explain that this ritual meant we felt comfortable with him, half (or more) of us were in love with him, and we were glad he was there. But really, what else could tying someone up with training bras mean?