"Hey Dustin," said Quinn.
"Oh, hey Quinn," Dustin replied, "What's up?"
"I think I found a solution to your problem," said Quinn.
"What problem?" Dustin asked.
"Ya know.....your ticklishness."
"Keep it down!" Dustin snapped. The last thing he needed was for people to find out his most dreaded secret. Dustin was incredibly ticklish; especially on his feet. He still had nightmares about the time that Zoey held his foot in front of the water filter in their swimming pool at home for what seemed like hours. He was driven to tears from that ticklish assault. Zoey still tormented him every now and then; poking at his ribs and armpits when he streched and when they were home she would tickle his feet in order for him to wake up.
"What do you mean you have a solution?" he asked.
"I can cure it," replied Quinn, "With a new laser I've invented." You remember the one that was supposed to cure your cold by apply proton impulses to your feet?"
"Uh...sure?" Dustin said; confused by Quinn's scientific terms.
"The one that tickled you instead of curing you," Qinn said, sounding annoyed.
"Oh yeah," Dustin said. He had nightmares about that incident, too.
"Well," said Quinn, "I've updated it so that it can cure ticklishness! It'll make millions if I put it on the market, what with so many people that are ticklish nowadays! I was wondering if you could be my first test subject."
"Sure, I'll do it!" excitedly said Dustin. He would do anything to get rid of being ticklish. Maybe now he could stand a chance against Zoey in a tickle fight. Zoey was extremely ticklish, too, but nowhere near as ticklish as Dustin.
Later in Quinn's room:
"Just go ahead and lie down on the bed," said Quinn.
Quinn puts Dustin in stocks just as she did when she tried to cure him of his cold. She also added arm restraints that streched Dustin's arms above his head. "This made him uncomfortable Is she planning something?" He thought.
Quinn got the laser all ready to go when she stopped.
"I can't do this..." she said," Well....at least not yet."
"Oh no!" Dustin thought.
"I'm sorry, Dustin, really I am," said Quinn, "...I can't do this yet. Your laugh was so adorable when the machine tickled you before and I've always wanted to know where your other tickle spots are."
Dustin's face went white.
"Tell you what," said Quinn, "If you tell me where your most ticklish spot is, I go easy on you."
He'd be tickled mercilessly either way, but Quinn's proposal seemed like the better choice.
"My feet," Dustin said reluctantly, "Especially in the arches and in between my toes."
Why did he tell her that?
"Thanks Dustin," giggled Quinn.
Quinn gently took her right index fingernail and raked it up the entire length of Dustin's right foot. He reluctantly smiled as his foot twitched, trying to hold back the laughter. That tickled like crazy! Imagine what'll be like in a few minutes. He'd rather not.
Quinn then took both of her index fingers and stroked Dustin's bare soles with them; a little faster than before. Dustin couldn't hold it back any longer. "Hahahahahahass stop stop stop stop hahahahahahahahahahahaha that th h hahahat tick hihihihihihickles!"
Quinn then took her index fingers and made little circles around the balls of Dustin's feet, then down to his arches. Dustin squealed with laugher. This was too much torment. "S STOP IT!" He exclaimed between laughs. "IT TICKLES!" "IT TICKLES!" The insane laughter continued.
"I know it tickles, Dustin, I know..." Quinn said softly as she continued to torment his feet. "...I bet this tickles even more!" Quinn formed her fingers into claws and raked them up Dustin soles, followed by wiggling her fingers all over (top and bottom) his sensitive preteen feet. Dustin had never laughed this loud in his life. this ticklish torture was too much to bear!
Next, Quinn took her fingers and spread apart Dustin's big and second toes on his right foot. She then used her index finger to tickle in between his toes. Tears shot from Dustin's eyes. He begged and begged for Quinn to stop in between laughs. It tickled so much.
After a little while, Quinn stopped and went to her "Toolbox of Tickle." She pulled out a long, soft, white feather.
Dustin could have cried.
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