I was in my early 20’s when Danny and I were hanging out. He and I didn’t want a commitment, but we loved to be together.
Danny was/ is so handsome. Olive skin, big smile, muscles but not over the top and a definite mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes.
I have a ton of stories about Danny and I, but let me get into one that stands out.
I’m a small woman, standing at 5’2” and weighing around 105, I have light brown hair and big blue eyes, and my smile is bigger than Danny’s. Being petite, you could definitely say I’m not really hard to pin down or pick up, which comes into play later.
Where I grew up, we would have what is known as field parties. Everyone we went to high school with and could legally drink would show up. The catch, you wouldn’t know where it would be until the day of.
The party was great! Chatted and drank with former classmates all while Danny and I kept an eye on each other. But the catch, it was a local farmers land. So one thing led to another and the cops started showing up and everyone runs.
Danny grabs my hand and we go sprinting through the woods. We are running along some other friends and making it until we are at a big log. It’s pitch black and Danny decides to pick me up and get me on the other side. But as I went over, I felt a snap in my ankle and couldn’t use it anymore. I knew it was broken.
Danny had to pick me up and started climbing out of the woods onto the road with me on his back. We make it to someone’s front yard and rest behind a tree. We are buzzed, giggling, but start to sober up as my ankle starts to throb. We call a sober friend to catch a ride and off we go to the orthopedic ER.
Yup it’s a cast for me. Purple and not too big goes up to my calf, but here’s the thing. Danny loves to tickle me. And now that I’m in a cast, with my little toes sticking out, I just know I’m in trouble.
A few days later we are watching a movie, late one night and I drift off to sleep with my casted ankle elevated on a pillow. But this respite is not for long because I wake up to a light tickle on my toes. I rouse from my sleep and start to remember that I can’t really get away easily.
“Danny what are you doing?”
“Oh you know exactly what I’m doing, I’m sorry you’re hurting but maybe I can get you to laugh the pain away!”
Before I can protest he sits on my hips and goes to town on both of my feet. I CANNOT move my legs an inch! I’m clawing at the bed, pulling at his shirt, laughing and squealing, begging for Danny to get off! But he doesn’t stop. I start to silently laugh which causes him to snap out of his trance and let me catch my breath.
“Aww, see you’re feeling so much better!”
“Danny NO!!!” I scream as he turns back to scrape his nails along each overly sensitive toe that is sticking out of my cast.
I start to push at him, try to tickle him back, but nothing was stoping him. I couldn’t believe how long it was happening. He finally looked back at my red face and messy hair and decided I had enough.
“There you go! That’s the smile I love.” I smack his arm and we laugh.
Luckily for Danny, he knows I won’t be upset at all and to be honest it did take my mind off the pain.
For the next 4-6 weeks, he would keep pinning me down and tickle my feet any chance he got. When I finally went in to get the cast off the doctor remarked that removing it may tickle. And I just smiled and said, I can handle it.
Danny was/ is so handsome. Olive skin, big smile, muscles but not over the top and a definite mischievous twinkle in his brown eyes.
I have a ton of stories about Danny and I, but let me get into one that stands out.
I’m a small woman, standing at 5’2” and weighing around 105, I have light brown hair and big blue eyes, and my smile is bigger than Danny’s. Being petite, you could definitely say I’m not really hard to pin down or pick up, which comes into play later.
Where I grew up, we would have what is known as field parties. Everyone we went to high school with and could legally drink would show up. The catch, you wouldn’t know where it would be until the day of.
The party was great! Chatted and drank with former classmates all while Danny and I kept an eye on each other. But the catch, it was a local farmers land. So one thing led to another and the cops started showing up and everyone runs.
Danny grabs my hand and we go sprinting through the woods. We are running along some other friends and making it until we are at a big log. It’s pitch black and Danny decides to pick me up and get me on the other side. But as I went over, I felt a snap in my ankle and couldn’t use it anymore. I knew it was broken.
Danny had to pick me up and started climbing out of the woods onto the road with me on his back. We make it to someone’s front yard and rest behind a tree. We are buzzed, giggling, but start to sober up as my ankle starts to throb. We call a sober friend to catch a ride and off we go to the orthopedic ER.
Yup it’s a cast for me. Purple and not too big goes up to my calf, but here’s the thing. Danny loves to tickle me. And now that I’m in a cast, with my little toes sticking out, I just know I’m in trouble.
A few days later we are watching a movie, late one night and I drift off to sleep with my casted ankle elevated on a pillow. But this respite is not for long because I wake up to a light tickle on my toes. I rouse from my sleep and start to remember that I can’t really get away easily.
“Danny what are you doing?”
“Oh you know exactly what I’m doing, I’m sorry you’re hurting but maybe I can get you to laugh the pain away!”
Before I can protest he sits on my hips and goes to town on both of my feet. I CANNOT move my legs an inch! I’m clawing at the bed, pulling at his shirt, laughing and squealing, begging for Danny to get off! But he doesn’t stop. I start to silently laugh which causes him to snap out of his trance and let me catch my breath.
“Aww, see you’re feeling so much better!”
“Danny NO!!!” I scream as he turns back to scrape his nails along each overly sensitive toe that is sticking out of my cast.
I start to push at him, try to tickle him back, but nothing was stoping him. I couldn’t believe how long it was happening. He finally looked back at my red face and messy hair and decided I had enough.
“There you go! That’s the smile I love.” I smack his arm and we laugh.
Luckily for Danny, he knows I won’t be upset at all and to be honest it did take my mind off the pain.
For the next 4-6 weeks, he would keep pinning me down and tickle my feet any chance he got. When I finally went in to get the cast off the doctor remarked that removing it may tickle. And I just smiled and said, I can handle it.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
