From the moment her overconfident wry smile appeared I knew I was about to have some fun. Once Billie found out she was going to get bound with rubber bands escape was a given for her. Playful tugs progressed into concerned yanks as the unrelenting rubber splayed her arms apart over and over and over. With her breathing already elevated I slipped a gasmask over her head forcing her to concentrate on her breathing. As the minutes pass so does the strength in her arms. Poor, poor Billie.