“You’ll be my tickle slave for the summer,” I tell her. “Basically, whenever I want to tickle you, I get to.”
“Alright,” she responds, sounding kind of nervous, despite the fact that she suggested the idea.
“Don’t worry; it won’t be that bad,” I try to reassure her. “I won’t be that mean to you. Lay down on the couch; I’m going to get some stuff.” As she heads over to the couch, I hurry upstairs and got dressed. Then I think about what I will need to tickle Kimberly. I grab some rope to tie Kimberly up with and a couple feathers.
When I get back downstairs, Kimberly is laying on the couch, waiting for me. “This is pretty comfortable,” she observes as she sees me. “So, what are you going to do to me?”
“Well, I’m going to start by just tickling you, and if you can’t handle it, I’ll have to tie you down,” I explain. The scared look returned to her face, so I continued, “I’ll just tie you down to tickle you more effectively, and when I’m done, I’ll untie you. Now let’s get started. Kimberly, how ticklish is your tummy?”
“Um, very,” she nervously answers as I came over and pulled up her shirt. I took out a feather and began to run it over the bare belly. “OHOHOHOHO THAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLEHES! HAHAHAHAHA!” Kimberly’s head flew into the pillow on the couch as the feather did a ticklish dance on her midriff, and it was clear that this was one of her more ticklish spots.
After thirty seconds, I decide to ask her a question, so I stop tickling. “Kimberly, I noticed that your tummy is definitely very ticklish, but I was wondering, is it your most ticklish spot?”
Looking at me nervously, Kimberly says…
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