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This cartoon is an illustration I used for this story from Feather Tip's Tickle Digest. Here is the story: #1
I was in Stone Harbor, N.J. over the Labor Day weekend and was on the beach
around 102nd Street. I was watching a little girl digging a very deep hole in
the sand, on the beach up away from the ocean near the bulkhead. It caught my
attention because you could barely see the top of the little girl's head when
she stood up to throw sand out of the hole with her shovel. I would guess
that the little girl couldn't have been more than four years old or so, but she
was digging with great enthusiasm. Her parents (probably in their early
thirties) were sitting in lounge chairs facing the ocean and the sun and
weren't paying a lot of attention to her.
After the little girl was done (and had some trouble climbing out of the
hole), she seemed quite proud of her project and went over to get her parents
to look at it. Her mother and father came over, and following some
conversation, the father seemed intent on using the hole to bury the mother in
the sand. He actually had to fill the hole back up a bit, as it was too deep
for the mother to sit in to be buried. I never saw anyone dig a hole that
deep at the beach before. Anyway, following some filling in by the father,
the mother got settled into the hole. The father and the little girl started
filling in sand on top of the mother. The little girl was using her green
shovel and the father was using his hands.
After about five minutes of putting sand back into the hole, on top of the
mother, the father spent some time pulling at the bottom end of the hole, away
from the mother's head. As the little girl kept shoveling sand onto the
mother, closer to her head and in the middle, the father finally got the
mother's feet exposed at the other end. The father then continued to pile up
sand in the middle, packing it down pretty thoroughly. The father then asked
the little girl to keep piling sand on top of mommy while he went down to the
water (ocean). When he came back, he was with another couple who seemed to be
about the same age. I hadn' seen them before, but I guess they were all kinda
sitting close together because they used towels that were laid out on the beach
close to the little girl's and her parent's chairs, etc.
The other couple came over to the mother (now buried solidly in the sand)
and started asking something about the mess she made in the apartment they had,
something about smoking and that she had promised to quit. I just wasn't
close enough to hear everything, but I tried to listen and watch. They
started teasing her about promising to quit before that weekend and how much
they hated the smell of cigarettes. Then it started. The other husband (or
boyfriend) asked her if she was going to keep smoking. She said she would try
to stop. He asked her just how ticklish she thought she was and whether she
would rather be tickled or stop smoking. The little girl's father (her
husband) said that he didn't want anything to do with this and took their
daughter and went down to the water (ocean).
The women in the sand started pleading with the other couple, asking them
not to do it. The next thing I saw was the other guy disappear below the
mound of sand and with that the woman started laughing hysterically. I was
trying not to be too obvious, and I couldn't see every thing that was going on
while laying on my towel. I walked around a few times while it was going on,
but his wife kept pulling him away when I was near. After another ten
minutes, the other woman started asking her husband (boyfriend) to leave her
alone. He said that she should go down to the ocean and leave him alone for
awhile. The woman in the sand pleaded with her not to do that. He started
asking her just how ticklish she was and whether or not she would keep smoking.
I got up and walked over toward the pier so I could see what happened next.
He started tickling the bottoms of her feet using both hands, one hand on each
foot.
She was shaking her head back and forth ( no, no, no, no ) violently and
yelling for him to stop. She was yelling no, please stop, over and over
again, whenever she could stop laughing enough to get the words out. She
seemed like she was trying not to be too loud yelling at him. His wife
(girlfriend) just stood there and shook her head while he tickled this woman's
feet for the next ten minutes. I thought that the lifeguards would come over,
but they didn't. I thought a couple of times I heard him say kitchie kitchie
koo, but I wasn't close enough at that time. Toward the end of this scene, I
sat down in the sand, nowhere near my towel and bag, just so I had a good view
of what was happening.
The guy tickling her feet laid down on the sand near her feet and would
draw one finger up both soles and then hold back her toes on one foot and
really tickle the arch of that foot. He kept tickling, even after a few other
people came over, being pretty obvious, to watch what was happening. The
other woman went down to the ocean to get the husband of the woman being
tickled. That's when the guy tickling her feet really went to town. He
moved so he was laying on the sand facing her feet and tickling one foot, then
the other, non-stop. He would sometimes take both hands, one on each side of
the arch of one foot, and tickle furiuosly. When they finally came back, the
guy tickling her feet was on his knees, tickling both feet at once and you
could see he had quite an erection. As he tickled her feet he kept asking her
about smoking. The wife of the guy tickling the woman's feet finally grabbed
him by the arm and pulled him away. As soon as that couple got back to their
blankets, the little girl started tickling her mother's feet, while the father
stood and watched. He never tickled them at all. But he let his daughter
tickle her mother's feet for a few minutes before they started digging her out.
The little girl was making more noise and laughing more than her mother She
was laughing the whole time she was helping dig her mother out, while the
father kept telling her to be careful with the shovel. The mother
immediately went down to the ocean after her husband helped her out of the
hole. The daughter went back to playing in the hole with the sand and that
was it.
I was in Stone Harbor, N.J. over the Labor Day weekend and was on the beach
around 102nd Street. I was watching a little girl digging a very deep hole in
the sand, on the beach up away from the ocean near the bulkhead. It caught my
attention because you could barely see the top of the little girl's head when
she stood up to throw sand out of the hole with her shovel. I would guess
that the little girl couldn't have been more than four years old or so, but she
was digging with great enthusiasm. Her parents (probably in their early
thirties) were sitting in lounge chairs facing the ocean and the sun and
weren't paying a lot of attention to her.
After the little girl was done (and had some trouble climbing out of the
hole), she seemed quite proud of her project and went over to get her parents
to look at it. Her mother and father came over, and following some
conversation, the father seemed intent on using the hole to bury the mother in
the sand. He actually had to fill the hole back up a bit, as it was too deep
for the mother to sit in to be buried. I never saw anyone dig a hole that
deep at the beach before. Anyway, following some filling in by the father,
the mother got settled into the hole. The father and the little girl started
filling in sand on top of the mother. The little girl was using her green
shovel and the father was using his hands.
After about five minutes of putting sand back into the hole, on top of the
mother, the father spent some time pulling at the bottom end of the hole, away
from the mother's head. As the little girl kept shoveling sand onto the
mother, closer to her head and in the middle, the father finally got the
mother's feet exposed at the other end. The father then continued to pile up
sand in the middle, packing it down pretty thoroughly. The father then asked
the little girl to keep piling sand on top of mommy while he went down to the
water (ocean). When he came back, he was with another couple who seemed to be
about the same age. I hadn' seen them before, but I guess they were all kinda
sitting close together because they used towels that were laid out on the beach
close to the little girl's and her parent's chairs, etc.
The other couple came over to the mother (now buried solidly in the sand)
and started asking something about the mess she made in the apartment they had,
something about smoking and that she had promised to quit. I just wasn't
close enough to hear everything, but I tried to listen and watch. They
started teasing her about promising to quit before that weekend and how much
they hated the smell of cigarettes. Then it started. The other husband (or
boyfriend) asked her if she was going to keep smoking. She said she would try
to stop. He asked her just how ticklish she thought she was and whether she
would rather be tickled or stop smoking. The little girl's father (her
husband) said that he didn't want anything to do with this and took their
daughter and went down to the water (ocean).
The women in the sand started pleading with the other couple, asking them
not to do it. The next thing I saw was the other guy disappear below the
mound of sand and with that the woman started laughing hysterically. I was
trying not to be too obvious, and I couldn't see every thing that was going on
while laying on my towel. I walked around a few times while it was going on,
but his wife kept pulling him away when I was near. After another ten
minutes, the other woman started asking her husband (boyfriend) to leave her
alone. He said that she should go down to the ocean and leave him alone for
awhile. The woman in the sand pleaded with her not to do that. He started
asking her just how ticklish she was and whether or not she would keep smoking.
I got up and walked over toward the pier so I could see what happened next.
He started tickling the bottoms of her feet using both hands, one hand on each
foot.
She was shaking her head back and forth ( no, no, no, no ) violently and
yelling for him to stop. She was yelling no, please stop, over and over
again, whenever she could stop laughing enough to get the words out. She
seemed like she was trying not to be too loud yelling at him. His wife
(girlfriend) just stood there and shook her head while he tickled this woman's
feet for the next ten minutes. I thought that the lifeguards would come over,
but they didn't. I thought a couple of times I heard him say kitchie kitchie
koo, but I wasn't close enough at that time. Toward the end of this scene, I
sat down in the sand, nowhere near my towel and bag, just so I had a good view
of what was happening.
The guy tickling her feet laid down on the sand near her feet and would
draw one finger up both soles and then hold back her toes on one foot and
really tickle the arch of that foot. He kept tickling, even after a few other
people came over, being pretty obvious, to watch what was happening. The
other woman went down to the ocean to get the husband of the woman being
tickled. That's when the guy tickling her feet really went to town. He
moved so he was laying on the sand facing her feet and tickling one foot, then
the other, non-stop. He would sometimes take both hands, one on each side of
the arch of one foot, and tickle furiuosly. When they finally came back, the
guy tickling her feet was on his knees, tickling both feet at once and you
could see he had quite an erection. As he tickled her feet he kept asking her
about smoking. The wife of the guy tickling the woman's feet finally grabbed
him by the arm and pulled him away. As soon as that couple got back to their
blankets, the little girl started tickling her mother's feet, while the father
stood and watched. He never tickled them at all. But he let his daughter
tickle her mother's feet for a few minutes before they started digging her out.
The little girl was making more noise and laughing more than her mother She
was laughing the whole time she was helping dig her mother out, while the
father kept telling her to be careful with the shovel. The mother
immediately went down to the ocean after her husband helped her out of the
hole. The daughter went back to playing in the hole with the sand and that
was it.