You stop to give Erin a breather but the girl in question keeps her arms up, waiting for you to continue. Reaching into your bag, you pull out a small white feather. Without a second thought, you poke her bellybutton with the stem of the feather.
In seconds, she was laughing harder then before. Despite her laughter, she still manage to keep her hands behind her head. Tears resumed running down her face as you were clearly tickling a sensitive spot but she didn't seem to care. Without stopping, you reach into your bag and pull out a small backscratcher and grazed it along her stomach. She was reduced to silent laughter and yet she still never tried to stop you. You're genuinely impressed by her resistance. You'd be on the ground by now reduced a sobbing mess.
Soon you slow down enough so she can breath properly but she still can't stop laughing. After a few moments she's finally able to say-
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