Danielle climbed down the ladder. Her face was red and she frowned. She wanted to yell at this crazy old witch but she shut her mouth. After all, the lady was a customer and she had to be well-treated. The dark haired girl let out a sigh and gave the book to the woman who was still grinning.
"Here's your book." She mumbled.
"Are you angry?"
"I really don't like when an unknow woman tickles me without my permission! So, yes, I'm quite unhappy."
"But you're showing your pretty belly!" The old woman protested.
"It doesn't mean I want to be tickled there..." Danielle sighed. "And certainly not by an old creepy witch like you!" She thought.
"I think you're lying to yourself." The tickler was still smiling.
The girl ignored her. She was crazy after all. She looked at the title of the book and shivered. "THE NAVEL TICKLING HISTORY" was written in golden letters. Danielle knew what the woman wanted to do to her defenseless hole.
"You know, it's very good to have your belly button tickled..." The woman said with a huge smile.
Danielle gulped.
"Do you allow me to take a look to your little navel? I know you like it and you just don't want to admit it."
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