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Untie me right now.”
“Listen my friend, I don’t think you’re in any position to be giving me orders, do you? PLEASE.”
“And I’m going to twist in tiny little circles, and you’ll start giggling and laughing and begging for mercy. All Rights Reserved. I think you’re ticklish.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Kevin said as he lightly tickled up and down those upper ribs.
Tommy was laughing now, and between breaths he pleaded for mercy.
“No, ha, ha, no!!! And after I’ve played with your ribs, I’m going to explore your armpits–“
“NO! Tommy burst out into a fit of giggles.
“So, you’re pretty ticklish, aren’t you.” Kevin then brought his other hand into play, and moved both down to the upper portions of Tommy’s ribcage.
Tommy was going crazy. Could young, arrogant, stuck-up Tommy be … could he possibly be… ticklish? And boy was he giggling.
Finally Kevin couldn’t take just watching from afar. I want to know.”
“Just let me go, okay?”
“Man, Tommy, you know what I think. He twisted and screamed but was unable to get away.
“Yea, you’re a pretty helpless little guy, aren’t ya,” Kevin said as he tickled down around Tommy’s loins.
Kevin looked Tommy right in the face and said, “Tommy, how would you like me to tickle your armpits!!”
“GOD NO!! PLEASE!! It wasn’t an animal. Kevin placed his hand in the middle of Tommy’s stomach, a lone finger dangling into Tommy’s shallow belly button. The kid was unbelievable–rude, uncaring, and totally into himself.
He had an awful lot going for him, but still he was not a happy person. Weekend tickle service awaits the studs who "break" first, while the winner gets to challenge his former boss to a no-holds-barred tickle/wrestling match.
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By Bill
It was too late in the month for Margie’s phone message to be an April Fool’s joke, so when Kevin read the note Old George had taken down he really started to worry.
That’s probably a little confusing.
And Kevin couldn’t have been happier when, just before he left to go back to the island, Tommy asked if he could come visit during spring break.
“Sure,” said Kevin. I was thinking of the tickle torture. No more tickling. The kid was now tied down, spread-eagled and completely helpless. Please.”
“There you go.
Kevin writes for the National Star, a supermarket tabloid featuring stories that are so outrageous as to defy the imagination. He was very popular in high school, considered very “cool,” and he was on the varsity swim team even though the coaches didn’t like him very much. you’re going to be sweating something awful.