Your middle school class was due for a field trip. When it was announced weeks before the were moans and curses heard, anticipating another boring day out looking for strange plants or being lectured about some odd technical equipment. What was strange about this time was that the teachers kept the location as a secret. They just announced that it would be "mostly indoors". In the days before the event the rumors about the whereabouts grew wild.
Early in the morning your class met at the gates of the school. It consisted of 18 girls and 13 boys, eleven to thirteen years of age. The tension rose when the bus left, but still the two attending teachers and the bus driver knew the direction. In the first row the teacher for history, a charming male in his early forties, and the teacher for biology, a young and energetical girl in her late twenties, were chatting. Just one row before you Cheyenne was talking to her friend. She liked to be the center of attention. Her parents had money and equipped her with stylish clothes and all sorts of gadgets. She did cheerleading and dancing. Her body already had the shapes of a young woman.
After 45 minutes, the bus stopped before an old warehouse on the outskirts. A big sign above the entrance said "Tickle Museum" and outlined that it was a moving exposition which would go from town to town.
You start to shake with excitement. Tickling had become a secret passion for you. Only your best friends in the class know this. One of them passes by and shoots you a knowing glance. Upon entering the museum..
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