What would your father do if you were kidnapped by Parisian sex traffickers?

Mine would have smiled vaguely, mumbled "jolly dee" and "good egg" and retired to the beach to smoke a pipe and ponder the philosophical ramifications of said kidnapping. If/when I turned up again he would smile equally vaguely and say"jolly good, shall we have some fish and chips then?"

Back in the day dad would have rounded up his 4 brothers and they would have beaten the shit out of the sex traffickers, rescued me , then asked if I had a vest on as there was a chill in the air.
Dad now in v poor health so he would phone my cousins, tell them to go, then once rescued ask me if I had a vest on as there is a chill in the air.

He's watch the coverage on Sky news, and complain they didn't mention my hometown enough

In his prime, my dad would have driven so fast to get me, the car would skim the channel like a hovercraft. Once in France he would have shouted half-French VERY LOUDLY at everyone and threatened them with the shotgun in his attic like he used to do to my boyfriends. He thinks "Avez vous un cuppa" is proper french. He's big, loud and scary, so it probably would have worked.

Nowadays, he'd have tried to do the same, but got a bit anxious and muddled and possibly even louder, as he's even deafer now. Then my husband would rescue me in a suitably sneaky, ninja way and let my dad think he did it all.

This thread has really made me laugh at some of the responses and it brings it home that most dads are simply great people. Unfortunately my dad would have tracked them down to negotiate a cut of whatever they were making out of me. The old bastard is dead now, thankfully.

Back in the day, my dad would have got some of his fellow forces friends and gone all Neeson on them.

Now, he'd say ooh Paris and start making an itinerary. I'd be forgotten in a haze of sightseeing and French wine.

My dad would have retreated to his garage to build some sort of wooden 'bad guy busting' structure.
Some months later, once my mum and big sisters had dealt with the entire situation, he would emerge denying all knowledge of my abduction, muttering darkly that he should have been told, horrified that £43.62 had been spent on cross-Channel ferries for five females.
The wooden 'bad guy busting' structure would later be identified as a bookcase for his mate Alf down the Legion.
I loved that guy but he lived in another planet.

My dad would pity the kidnappers! He died 7 years ago, but he knew I could kick ass!

Mine is good with weapons and is a survivalist type. However he's never been on a plane so he'd have to figure out how to get out of the US first.

My mother would nuke France and call it done.

My father would've paid someone like Liam Neeson to find me!

He'd call up some of his Masonic mates and get the Volvo through the Chunnel . A secret handshake later we'd be home with St Emilion and cheese. My mam would have a go at him for forgetting to take his mobile phone .

My Dad is quiet and reserved and would rather eat a stone cold meal than create a 'fuss' by mentioning it to a waiter. So not a lot.

My Mum however would move heaven and earth to find me, she's like a terrier. Physically she'd be no use but she'd annoy the crap out of them until they were so pissed off they'd give me back just so she'd leave them alone. When they gave me back she'd probably make them a nice cake to say thanks.

My Dad would actually probably have some Neeson skills. He's ex forces and has some pretty specialist skills. Hes served in different wars. He's also fairly regularly had offers of mercenary work or some specialist security work in combat areas. He would also be able to access weapons.

This makes him sound exciting and dangerous...in reality my mum would want him home for dinner and would probably tell him it's just me being dramatic again. He also gets pretty grumpy if he hasn't slept well.

My dad would write a strongly worded letter to the editor of the telegraph, my mum and aunts would sort it out.

My lovely dad is no longer with us but he won WW2 single handed (I've heard the stories) and he'd be right in there slapping people. He'd be speaking loudly in English so that the French people would understand

Alternatively my Welsh Aunt's form of reasoning would have them tied up in psychological knots and they'd let me go and phone Amnesty for support.

My mum would be worrying about what the neighbours would think.

Full on rescue with all the extras when I was of an age to be trafficked, twenty-some years ago. He has the skill set and the friends and connections.
Probably not much of Paris left standing afterwards.

OH would potter around making tea whilst I flung stuff into a bag and retrieved my passport whilst calling in favours from Dad's friends and relatives.
The lack of testosterone-fulled aggro and his disconnection to reality are a couple of the reasons I married him; much more relaxing and stable that living with my dad.

My late Dad would have called my older brother. They would have roared off within minutes, in his Ford Escort xr3i, once they'd got the old rifles out of the loft, and Mum had packed the sandwiches.

My dad would hunt him down and retrieve me probably with some dodgy acquaintances to help.
Years ago I bought some plane tickets from a small agency in birmingham which hadn't shown up by two days before. I was heartbroken but he somehow persuaded the agency owner to drive up North with the tickets. I don't know what he said/threatened him with but he sorted it like he sorts everything.
Love my dad.

My dad would have done nothing.He would have sacrificed me just to avoid any kind of confrontation.
My biological father would have made Liam Neeson look like a milquetoast.

My dad would make hilarious witty jokes on Facebook
My step dad would state that he'd sort them out he'd then do nothing whilst posting photos of himself buying expensive stiff on Facebook. [Grin]

My father died a couple of years ago, so no chance to put it to the test. He was a great believer in independence and making the best of things so might well have left me to it and then told me when I eventually got home that I should try and get some really good stories out of the experience. Oh and asked me what museums/art exhibitions I managed to see during my interesting experiences.

At the same time he might well have connected with influential people and made things happen so I was released early but never have told me about it. Never one for blowing his own trumpet, my father.

Un fils tres excellent OP.
What would my dad do? He would pull out all the stops trying to get me but would possibly minimalise my kidnapping after the event by telling me it was 'character building'. He would use power tools to finish off my captives but possibly tell me it was my fault/I am a shit magnet/I shouldn't try to fight back if want to sustain less injury/surprise at my being auctioned in the first place as I don't make an effort with make-up. But he'd be a thousand times more useful than my DP who would use the opportunity to do his Liam Neeson impression before deciding to watch the trilogy again (yep, taken 2 and taken 3, the least said, the better).

Talking of impressions and I say this on every Taken thread, the Steve Coogan impression/Rob Brydon riff on youtube is brilliant:

What are his special skills?Is he a supply teacher?
I do this for a living...now get out your textbooks!!!

My dad is awesome, he'd be straight on the next ferry to retrieve me and would call on his old army buddies to assist, he'd carry out a daring rescue involving machine guns and helicopters and then give DP a good dressing down for being useless, then would ensure that we drove home via Belgium so he could stock up on cheap baccy that he could flog on to recover the cost of the trip.

Then he'd make me give him my tickets to see the foo fighters as compensation (I spent half an hour on the phone telling him he couldn't have them the other day)

He's 65 this year and is an unbelievably cool dad, in fact, way cooler than me