The lure of attic treasure gets them every time.

I really enjoy the scuffle too. The struggle as I force them to the floor.....

...... wrapping the cords around their limbs until they end up in the inevitable hogtie.

The contest of who will win - of course I always do.....

..... but sometimes it's quite a challenge!

I savor that moment when I stuff the gag into their mouths as a symbol of my triumph.

I love making them lie in the dust and the dirt and the filth. For some reason girls don't like that. You can taste the grit in the air and smell the staleness of the attic's hidden treasures.

I wouldn't want them to roll around too much - they might roll down the stairwell or damage themselves. So I rope them to a beam in the rafters.

They usually arch their backs real nice in furtive efforts to keep their faces off the floor.

They seem to have mixed emotions as I leave them..... until I tell them that I'll be back later with my friends - the "Wednesday Night Attic Treasure Hunters".