Gentleman Jack the serial Tickler

Jack the serial tickler.

Jack was 15yrs when he had his first tickling experience. It was with a woman 15 yrs. older than him. Jack lived on a quit street; it was just the way he liked it.
Jack didn't have many friends, but he didn't care if he had friends or not. His thoughts were on the morning of the day it happened. Mis Cruz a beautiful Latin woman with a body that would make a grown man cry. Everything was perfect in proportion to her weight and height, and among everything her boobs stood out so much that even a blind man could see them. That little Latin women had the most perfect boobs any man would see. They were big and full, a sight of perfection, and her nipples just the right size. This dark hair beauty was nothing Jack had ever seen before, and nothing jack had experience. Jack mind was focused on Mis Cruz. His thoughts raced through his head like car racing up and down the street with the tires burning leaving skid marks wherever they would go. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Especially about her feet. How he longed to touch them again. How much longer will he have to wait, before he can tickle her beautiful feet again.

1) (Miss Cruz). As I said before Miss Cruz had everything going for her. She was beautiful, a body with everything in place. Money, more money than you or I could
spend in a lifetime. But as they say "the grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence".





but soon people started using this quite street as a shortcut to get from highway A to highway B.
And by doing this they would save about 2-1/2 miles of driving distance. And avoided a possible a Metra train or 2 and maybe a freight train.

There was a 3-way stoplight next to the railroad tracks. This is where the three highways came together at one intersection. If you got caught by the first stop light, then you would be stuck at the intersection for 15 - 20 minutes. There was no turning around, the street had a cemetery on one side with a chain linked fence around it, and on the other side of the street was a baseball field also surrounded by a chain linked fence. In other words, you would have to wait it out. Jacks' street started getting busier with more and more cars taking the cut through. Cars were speeding up and down Jacks Street and sometimes they would hit the speed bumps so fast some of the cars would get air borne even though it was mostly teenagers who did this. The straw that broke the camel's back was when a 5yr old girl who was waiting for her school bus got ran over by a woman who was texting her friend instead of looking at the road. The police had this woman dead to rights by the videos of the pod device. That week the city council had a meeting on what to do about this sort of thing so it would never happen again. The vote was 100% in favor to put up an ordinance that the street is for local traffic only, with a 20mph speed limit, and no cellphone use.
Of course, some people didn't obey the sign The police we were brutal about keeping this ordinance after the little girl was killed. It made such an uproar in the community the people demanded more of the city to make the neighbor safer, So the city put up an
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It was a $100 fine for speeding and $100 fine for not obeying the local traffic only sign. The signs were clearly marked so there was no excuse why people didn't obey it. And if the police caught someone using a cellphone while driving through the city they would immediately bring that person to the police department strip them and use the firehose on them whether a man, woman or teen. So, a few busted windows here and a couple of broken taillights there and the washing of the soul went unnoticed according to the police Chiefs records. For the most part living in the City of Hometown was well under control.
Eventually the police had to cut all of their watchful eye out after pulling over an alderman form another district

Jacks house was kind of rundown. The roof needed shingles, the door was broken, and the garage look as if it would fall over at any minute.
Behind Jacks garage there was a fence, on the other side of the fence a new neighbor moved into the neighborhood it was maybe a month ago. Her name was Miss Cruz. She was a young Filippo woman, maybe 20 - 22yrs old. She was very pretty, and short in height maybe 4'11" or so. But what she lacked in height it her breast were much, much bigger for a woman of her size.
The first time they met Jack was behind his parent's garage pulling weeds, he would curse his father under his breath for having to do "stupid" work around the house while all of his friends would be hanging out together. Jack used to think "are house looks like it belongs in the ghetto and the garage is falling down and my father wants me to pull these stupid weeds."

Jack herd the noise of a screen door slam and he looked up. Thats when he saw her, it was love at first sight, well for him anyway.
Miss Cruz waved her hand at Jack and said, "good morning neighbor." Jack waved back to say good morning back, but nothing came out of his mouth.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. It was love at first sight, at least for Jack anyway.
Jack stood there speechless watching Miss Cruz as she walked into her backyard. Jack stared at her ass as it moved back and forth in a rhythmic hypnotic way.
Her slightly tight shorts hugged her perfectly and the halter top she wore left nothing for the imagination of her flawless body. This woman loved to tease but she did it with a touch of class. Whenever she dressed for a formal black-tie event, she showed just enough of herself to make her look interesting, but not too much so she would look like a little whore on 7th Ave. When she walked it was she went to one of the finest finishing schools.

into her house, she looked back at Jack just to make sure he was still looking at her, she bent over pretending to pick something up, giving Jack a full view of her perfectly shaped ass. Something for Jack to dream about.

Jack was 10yrs when he had his first tickling experience. It was with a woman 15 yrs. younger who lived behind him.









the outfit that she was wearing hugged her body like it was another layer of skin showing off every part of her flawlessness.









As she walked away,





It was just like something you would see on a T.V. show or in a movie. This was nothing more than a simple transportation of a criminal from the county lock up to the courthouse. On Monday July 10 @ 9:00am the county van waited outside of the county jail for a prisoner who was known as "Gentleman Jack". The name "Gentleman Jack." was given by one of his victims. She claimed that Jack didn't hurt her at all.
His crimes were quite harmless as most would think and there was no pain at all, but to some it would be considered as unbearable torture. It has been said "one man's pleasure is another man's pain". But in Jacks cases all of his victims were women.

Police officers Jane Callahan and Harry Stone escorted Jack into the van. Once Jack was handcuffed and the leg irons secured
the van pulled away.

One of the officers was the arresting officer. Jane caught Jack red-handed tickling a 18yrd old high school girl. The math teacher Mis Gonzalez was staying late grading papers when she heard some uncontrollable laughter. Mis Gonzalez followed the sounds to a janitor closet; she opened the door slowly and quietly and saw the stairs that led to the broiler room. She listened in and heard a girl screaming and laughing, she was begging for this man to stop tickling her. Jack loved to tickle feet, this all happened when he was around 15yrs old. One day his sexy Filipino neighbor Anna who was maybe 29 asked him if he would like a summer job, mowing her lawn, cutting her bushes, washing her car, just to mention a few things Jacks mother agreed, she thought it would be good for him to learn that there was more to life than video games. After Jack finished his first lawn cut his clothes were all full of grass and sweaty. Anna told him he couldn't go back home looking like that so.








"Go take a shower" she told him "I don't want your mother getting mad at me, and I'll wash your clothes."








The van that was transporting him and 2 other police officers to keep Jack company when the van crashed. The driver took a road less traveled to avoid the traffic and signal lights and he thought a nice drive in the country would do Jack some good. He mentioned to Jack they were taking a alternate route, a more relaxing one to calm everyone's nerves. Usually when the police take "alternate routes" it means the prisoner won't make it to the courthouse alive. But so much for the relaxing trip an oncoming car a big ditch and just some dumb luck was all it took to throw the police van off the road sending it landing on its side. The rear of door of the van that was closed ever so tightly came opened when the police van came to an abruptly stop. Police officer Jane McGuire took a good bump on her head and was knockout cold, the other police officer who was the driver held his chest groaning in pain, a few broken bones can usually give a good hurting. Jack swiftly moved to the driver and cut him free from the seat belt that held him in the seat, when Jack was trough cutting him out his body fell to the ground with a thud and then no gowning or moaning. Jack had to ack fast getting into the police uniform and putting his prison clothes on him. When the van started to turn over Jack was securely tightened in his seat. except for the gash in his head he only had a few bumps and bruises. He learned how to get out of hand cuffs at an early age, but those leg irons were a different story, he needed the keys for that one. But once he got to the driver the keys were right there attached on his belt.