You pull your feet away from the torturous tickles. Feeling defeated you open your eyes to meet your tickler. He was a tall guy, with blond hair, currently shirtless. He wore swim shorts, and had a mixed emotional face. He was happy he won, but sad at the same time. His bare feet were dripping with water. By the looks of it, he just took a swim. He sat down beside you. Your flip flops managed to stay on.
"Why were you tickling me." You ask.
His response was just a finger pointing under the bench. There laid shoes, socks, a shirt, and a bag. These must have been his belongings and his bench. You apologize for taking his spot. You get up and move to another bench. You look back at the mysterious tickler. He laid down on the bench you just left. His are feet were beautiful. High arches, not too wide, not too high, colored in the middle, size 8 by the look of it. Then you realize this is your dream. By now the real tickler had left and probably left a note. So you can do what you want now with a the dream tickler.
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