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Here is part 2 of Chapter 19 of Dawn's Story. Sorry for the delay in getting this one out.
I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind
Previous Chapter
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 1
“How interesting,” Connor declared as he gave her sides another squeeze, making her yelp and try to jump again.
“WHAHAHATS SOHOHOHO- OHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn screamed in shock as she felt a finger on her bare lower belly. She yanked against the perfect pink cuffs again as the finger prodded her exposed skin.
“I guess you really do want your belly bare, Dawn,” Connor stated as the other four fingers of that hand began wiggling into newly uncovered parts of her abdomen’s lower zone. “You’re doing it for me.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn let her laughter go pure as her tickler used one hand on the exposed part of her belly and the other to tickle through her shirt. If she could, she would have tried to jump into the headboard, just to make her shirt fly up and bare her whole belly. As it was, though, the perfect pink cuffs restricted how much she could lift the shirt at a single time. She focused her energy on pulling up, trying to show off more of her favorite tickle spot.
“Tickle, tickle, Dawn! You’re already so ticklish, and you’re making it even more ticklish for yourself!” Connor teased as his skin-focused hand began to take more and more territory from the shirt-tickling hand. His fingers ruthlessly danced over her torso, eliciting more jumps and jerks that made her increasingly vulnerable to the tickles. With both of them on the same page when it came to baring her belly, it was not long before her outie came uncovered. Connor focused a hand on the sensitive knot, and the remaining midsection exposure went by even faster. Finally, the tickler removed his hands and announced, “I think that’s far enough.” He seized her shirt and tied it into a knot at her rib level. “Dawn, are you alright with where your shirt’s at?”
Still giggling from the tummy tickles, Dawn craned her head to look down. Her whole belly was bare now, and with all the other clothing choices, she was in a perfect position for midriff tickling. “It’s great, Con. Gonna tickle me more?”
“I mean, you just exposed the absolute best spot to tickle you. I’ve got to tickle it, as long as you say it’s okay.”
“Please tickle me.”
“Do you mind if I put a blindfold on you?” The question came out of nowhere.
“Are you going to tickle my belly if you do?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes. There’s some in the closet.”
“Great!” Connor headed to grab the eye covering. “I’m also going to go get some water for us before I start again, as long as you’re fine staying tied up.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m probably going to need that later.” Dawn lifted her head to accept the blindfold.
“Be right back,” the tickler stated, and the ticklee rested her head on the provided pillow. Before long, she closed her eyes, and she was almost asleep when a raspberry landed on her bare bellybutton, “PFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn’s senses awoke in a start, and her head flew up as she screamed out laughter. Just as quickly as the zerbert came, though, it left, replaced by an army of ten fingers scribbling all over her abdomen. “COHOHOHOHOHOHON IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!”
“You did want me to tickle here, Dawn,” he reminded her as a finger brushed her outie. “Plus, this tummy is just so fun to tickle. I can’t resist getting it.”
“GOHOHOHOOD!” After the encouragement, Connor’s hands continued rampaging across her midsection for a couple of minutes before abruptly leaving.
“Want some water, Dawn?” he wondered.
“Sure.”
“Do you want the cuffs off?”
“Are you going to tickle me again afterwards?”
“I was hoping to, but it’s your decision.”
“Just take the wrist cuffs off, and the blindfold, and then let me lean on you so I can stay up. Will that work?”
“Sure,” he replied, then got to work releasing her upper limbs from the bondage. After she was half-free, he took a seat on the bed closest to the water, then took off her blindfold and helped her sit up. They both drank a little bit of water, and then Dawn handed over her cup and laid back down. He restrained her wrists, reapplied the blindfold, and announced, “I’m going to refill the cups for the next break. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, Con.” Satisfied with the refreshment, Dawn closed her eyes under the blindfold and relaxed into the pillow. She was again almost asleep by the time he got back, and this time, she realized that it was taking him unusually long to get water. However, any negative thoughts she had about the break washed away when she felt bristles brush against her outie. A startled jump pushed her bellybutton further into the bristles, and as laughter began rushing out, she recognized the ticklish signature of a paintbrush. “YEHEHEHEHEHES!” she formed her first word of the latest tickle round.
“I thought you’d say something like that,” Connor declared as he tickled her outie. “This is your favorite tool, right?”
“YEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn squealed in joy.
“Good. And you still like this, too?” His free hand scribbled her side, mercilessly tickling the sensitive skin.
“AHAHABSOHOHOLUHUHUTELEHEHEE!”
“Then I’ll just have to keep doing that.” For several more minutes, the paintbrush occupied her outie, brushing all sides of it, while Connor’s free hand tickled across her midriff indiscriminately. When he was about ready to stop, he moved her favorite tool off her navel and brushed her belly, and his hand went from scribbling fiercely to lightly tapping her torso. He ceased this after a few minutes, then asked, “Want some more water?”
“Sure.” The pair repeated their water break from before, and afterwards, Connor asked if she was alright getting tickled again. “Absolutely, Con. But if I can make a request, can you just use your hands this time? The paintbrush is fun, but I don’t want you to become reliant on it.”
“I can do that.” He put the cuffs and blindfold back on. “Gonna get more water.”
“See you in a bit,” she stated before he could bid her a temporary goodbye, and she let herself relax into the pillow. This time, she actually tried to fall asleep before her tickler returned, and she was caught by complete surprise when ten wiggling fingers landed on her abdomen. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she shrieked at the wonderful sensation. With the pink cuffs holding her perfectly in place and the previous ticklings having gotten her most of the way already, she fell into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode almost instantly. This time, though, she did not offer any compliments, content to just laugh.
“You alright, Dawn?” Connor wondered after she kept up the pure laughter for a couple of minutes.
“IHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIHIT!” Dawn refused to leave her favorite ticklish mode, instead offering the first praise of this tickling.
“Okay, good,” his voice filled with relief, and he continued to rampage across her midsection with fierce tickles.
“KEHEHEHEEP IHIHIHIHIT UHUHUHUHUHUP!” With the dam of words broken, Dawn began offering constant encouragement for her tickler. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS GREHEHEHEAT!” Connor did not respond, instead simply continuing to tickle the spread-out torso in front of him for several more minutes.
Eventually, though, he moved his fingers to her sides and spidered up from her hips to ribs before settling on the latter target. Her laughter naturally dropped, and he used his own most ticklish spot to calm her down before ending the tickling entirely. “Well, how was that, Dawn?” he inquired as he removed the blindfold.
“I think we might have to include tickling me as part of your rent,” she smiled at him. “Is that it, or can we keep going?”
“That’s it for now.” He untied the knot on her shirt and pulled it down to cover her abdomen, and then he began undoing the cuffs. “I’ve still got the other part of my surprise for you, and I don’t think you’d be happy if it ended up interfering with going to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house because we waited too long to start.”
“It’s that long?” she wondered.
“I don’t think it will be, but I’d rather not take the chance.” She shrugged and hopped up off the bed once she was free. “Oh, also, we’re going outside.”
“Do I have to wear this?” she gestured to her shirt.
“That or something else you would have worn in Wyoming.”
“Fine,” she sighed.
He got an eager grin. “I’ll wait outside your room. Trust me, Dawn; it’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, sure.” Even after the wonderful tummy tickling, she trudged back to her room. Luckily, she had not put her outfit from earlier away, and she changed back into it, with the exception of the rising shirt.
As promised, Connor was right outside her door when she left, and he grabbed her arm and gently pulled her through the hallway. “Now, Dawn, I know I said this was a surprise, but I’ll need your advice on one thing,” he announced just as they entered the kitchen.
“Oh!” Dawn exclaimed as she saw her picnic basket, a gift from Lily that she had not used since being officially declared free, sitting on the counter.
“Wanna have a picnic for lunch?” he offered proudly.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun! We haven’t done that in a long, long time.”
“Right? It never crossed my mind until we made sandwiches last night, but they used to be so fun. Mistress Felicity never had them, as far as I know, and the last one I had was with you and our friends back home.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had one, too. I had a few with my boss, and a few alone, but that’s been years. You want my advice on where to go?”
“That’s what I was going to ask.”
“There’s a park that I used to go to when I lived with Cecelia. It’s a bit of a walk, but it’s got a few tables, and also some nice grassy areas. Did you get everything in there?”
“I think so,” Connor stated as Dawn went to check the basket. Within a few minutes, they were on their way.
It took about half an hour to get to the park near Dawn’s old apartment, and there was a wooden table available for them when they arrived. With the pair working together, they spread a tablecloth on it and then got all their food out rather quickly. “You know, I miss doing stuff like this with friends and family, Con,” Dawn proclaimed after making herself the same sandwich as the previous night.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to eat outside like this,” he agreed. “You’ve got the breeze, the fresh air…” He trailed off.
“The warmth of the sun…” she added, then proceeded to trail off herself. After taking a bite, she finished with, “It’s just nice. Thanks for suggesting this and getting everything ready.”
“You’re welcome, Dawn. So, what’s Tickle Mistress Wendy like, once you get to know her?”
“Well…” Dawn began describing the Tickle Mistress, making sure to emphasize that she did keep a similar authority to her job at her own home. After that, though, she steered the conversation away from their dinner plans, instead asking Connor about the game he had watched last night. He excitedly described it, trying to get her to see the thrill of one of his favorite sports. While she never completely bought into that, she smiled along and enjoyed hearing how much fun he had watching it.
“So, Dawn, how often do you come out to parks like this?” Connor wondered after the conversation died down.
“Off and on, but more off,” she answered. “Usually, I go to the ones with bondage to get tickled.”
“Is that all you do outside? Jog and go places to get tickled?”
“No, not all the time, just most of it. I used to go to parks like this with a sketchbook and draw, but that was before I bought a condo. Ever since then, I’ve had a room dedicated to art.”
“So, you don’t come out anymore with your sketchbook.”
She shrugged. “Well, I do, but not very often. I mean, if you had had a mostly filled workshop a couple of miles away while you were at Felicity’s, would you have taken the few extra things and gone there, or just worked at the shop in her house?”
“Fair point, but…”
“I know, I know, it’s different,” she interrupted him. “It’s more of a motivation thing than anything else, and I should come out more often. After all,” she glanced around, “there’s some really nice scenery here to draw.”
“Want to start coming out more often, maybe even have more picnics?” he suggested. “I’ll bring something to do after lunch if you want to bring your sketchbook. I know that I, for one, could use the fresh air.”
Knowing that Connor would not be bored sold it to Dawn. “Okay, we can do that, as long as the weather’s nice. Plus, I’d love to have more picnics, even if we don’t stay after.”
“Yeah, this is fun. Kind of reminds you of Wyoming, doesn’t it?”
“I know you said that earlier, but you really wanted to remind me of home, didn’t you?” she smirked.
“We usually had fun when we did it back then; might as well try to have the same amount of fun now.”
“I think we’re succeeding. You’ve already convinced me to do this again.” Connor just offered a smile in return, and the pair went silent. He picked up a blueberry after a few seconds and popped it in his mouth, and Dawn shook her head and went back to eating.
Soon enough, the conversation picked up, albeit on random tangents this time, and the pair seemed to settle down even more on the bench. It was comforting for Dawn. Despite being millions of miles from Wyoming, she began to feel like she was getting that close friendship she had lost nine years ago back.
After finishing up their food, the two packed up the picnic basket and returned to their house. They dumped everything in the dishwasher before Dawn suggested, “Are you up for going back out? You got me thinking about heading to a park and sketching.”
“Let me grab a book from Mistress Felicity, and then lead the way.” He left for his room, and Dawn departed for hers. Once they had things to do, they headed out for the afternoon. This time, Dawn guided Connor to a closer park, albeit still in an area with less public tickling, and the pair sat down on the grass. They spent a couple of relaxing hours there, reading and drawing, before going home to get ready to see Tickle Mistress Wendy.
With no objections from Connor, Dawn finally changed back into a crop top, and the pair got on the subway, heading for the Tickle Mistress’ house.
I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind
Previous Chapter
Chapter 19: Weekend Whirlwind, Part 1
“How interesting,” Connor declared as he gave her sides another squeeze, making her yelp and try to jump again.
“WHAHAHATS SOHOHOHO- OHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn screamed in shock as she felt a finger on her bare lower belly. She yanked against the perfect pink cuffs again as the finger prodded her exposed skin.
“I guess you really do want your belly bare, Dawn,” Connor stated as the other four fingers of that hand began wiggling into newly uncovered parts of her abdomen’s lower zone. “You’re doing it for me.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn let her laughter go pure as her tickler used one hand on the exposed part of her belly and the other to tickle through her shirt. If she could, she would have tried to jump into the headboard, just to make her shirt fly up and bare her whole belly. As it was, though, the perfect pink cuffs restricted how much she could lift the shirt at a single time. She focused her energy on pulling up, trying to show off more of her favorite tickle spot.
“Tickle, tickle, Dawn! You’re already so ticklish, and you’re making it even more ticklish for yourself!” Connor teased as his skin-focused hand began to take more and more territory from the shirt-tickling hand. His fingers ruthlessly danced over her torso, eliciting more jumps and jerks that made her increasingly vulnerable to the tickles. With both of them on the same page when it came to baring her belly, it was not long before her outie came uncovered. Connor focused a hand on the sensitive knot, and the remaining midsection exposure went by even faster. Finally, the tickler removed his hands and announced, “I think that’s far enough.” He seized her shirt and tied it into a knot at her rib level. “Dawn, are you alright with where your shirt’s at?”
Still giggling from the tummy tickles, Dawn craned her head to look down. Her whole belly was bare now, and with all the other clothing choices, she was in a perfect position for midriff tickling. “It’s great, Con. Gonna tickle me more?”
“I mean, you just exposed the absolute best spot to tickle you. I’ve got to tickle it, as long as you say it’s okay.”
“Please tickle me.”
“Do you mind if I put a blindfold on you?” The question came out of nowhere.
“Are you going to tickle my belly if you do?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes. There’s some in the closet.”
“Great!” Connor headed to grab the eye covering. “I’m also going to go get some water for us before I start again, as long as you’re fine staying tied up.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m probably going to need that later.” Dawn lifted her head to accept the blindfold.
“Be right back,” the tickler stated, and the ticklee rested her head on the provided pillow. Before long, she closed her eyes, and she was almost asleep when a raspberry landed on her bare bellybutton, “PFFFFT!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn’s senses awoke in a start, and her head flew up as she screamed out laughter. Just as quickly as the zerbert came, though, it left, replaced by an army of ten fingers scribbling all over her abdomen. “COHOHOHOHOHOHON IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!”
“You did want me to tickle here, Dawn,” he reminded her as a finger brushed her outie. “Plus, this tummy is just so fun to tickle. I can’t resist getting it.”
“GOHOHOHOOD!” After the encouragement, Connor’s hands continued rampaging across her midsection for a couple of minutes before abruptly leaving.
“Want some water, Dawn?” he wondered.
“Sure.”
“Do you want the cuffs off?”
“Are you going to tickle me again afterwards?”
“I was hoping to, but it’s your decision.”
“Just take the wrist cuffs off, and the blindfold, and then let me lean on you so I can stay up. Will that work?”
“Sure,” he replied, then got to work releasing her upper limbs from the bondage. After she was half-free, he took a seat on the bed closest to the water, then took off her blindfold and helped her sit up. They both drank a little bit of water, and then Dawn handed over her cup and laid back down. He restrained her wrists, reapplied the blindfold, and announced, “I’m going to refill the cups for the next break. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, Con.” Satisfied with the refreshment, Dawn closed her eyes under the blindfold and relaxed into the pillow. She was again almost asleep by the time he got back, and this time, she realized that it was taking him unusually long to get water. However, any negative thoughts she had about the break washed away when she felt bristles brush against her outie. A startled jump pushed her bellybutton further into the bristles, and as laughter began rushing out, she recognized the ticklish signature of a paintbrush. “YEHEHEHEHEHES!” she formed her first word of the latest tickle round.
“I thought you’d say something like that,” Connor declared as he tickled her outie. “This is your favorite tool, right?”
“YEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn squealed in joy.
“Good. And you still like this, too?” His free hand scribbled her side, mercilessly tickling the sensitive skin.
“AHAHABSOHOHOLUHUHUTELEHEHEE!”
“Then I’ll just have to keep doing that.” For several more minutes, the paintbrush occupied her outie, brushing all sides of it, while Connor’s free hand tickled across her midriff indiscriminately. When he was about ready to stop, he moved her favorite tool off her navel and brushed her belly, and his hand went from scribbling fiercely to lightly tapping her torso. He ceased this after a few minutes, then asked, “Want some more water?”
“Sure.” The pair repeated their water break from before, and afterwards, Connor asked if she was alright getting tickled again. “Absolutely, Con. But if I can make a request, can you just use your hands this time? The paintbrush is fun, but I don’t want you to become reliant on it.”
“I can do that.” He put the cuffs and blindfold back on. “Gonna get more water.”
“See you in a bit,” she stated before he could bid her a temporary goodbye, and she let herself relax into the pillow. This time, she actually tried to fall asleep before her tickler returned, and she was caught by complete surprise when ten wiggling fingers landed on her abdomen. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she shrieked at the wonderful sensation. With the pink cuffs holding her perfectly in place and the previous ticklings having gotten her most of the way already, she fell into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode almost instantly. This time, though, she did not offer any compliments, content to just laugh.
“You alright, Dawn?” Connor wondered after she kept up the pure laughter for a couple of minutes.
“IHIHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIHIHIT!” Dawn refused to leave her favorite ticklish mode, instead offering the first praise of this tickling.
“Okay, good,” his voice filled with relief, and he continued to rampage across her midsection with fierce tickles.
“KEHEHEHEEP IHIHIHIHIT UHUHUHUHUHUP!” With the dam of words broken, Dawn began offering constant encouragement for her tickler. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS GREHEHEHEAT!” Connor did not respond, instead simply continuing to tickle the spread-out torso in front of him for several more minutes.
Eventually, though, he moved his fingers to her sides and spidered up from her hips to ribs before settling on the latter target. Her laughter naturally dropped, and he used his own most ticklish spot to calm her down before ending the tickling entirely. “Well, how was that, Dawn?” he inquired as he removed the blindfold.
“I think we might have to include tickling me as part of your rent,” she smiled at him. “Is that it, or can we keep going?”
“That’s it for now.” He untied the knot on her shirt and pulled it down to cover her abdomen, and then he began undoing the cuffs. “I’ve still got the other part of my surprise for you, and I don’t think you’d be happy if it ended up interfering with going to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s house because we waited too long to start.”
“It’s that long?” she wondered.
“I don’t think it will be, but I’d rather not take the chance.” She shrugged and hopped up off the bed once she was free. “Oh, also, we’re going outside.”
“Do I have to wear this?” she gestured to her shirt.
“That or something else you would have worn in Wyoming.”
“Fine,” she sighed.
He got an eager grin. “I’ll wait outside your room. Trust me, Dawn; it’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, sure.” Even after the wonderful tummy tickling, she trudged back to her room. Luckily, she had not put her outfit from earlier away, and she changed back into it, with the exception of the rising shirt.
As promised, Connor was right outside her door when she left, and he grabbed her arm and gently pulled her through the hallway. “Now, Dawn, I know I said this was a surprise, but I’ll need your advice on one thing,” he announced just as they entered the kitchen.
“Oh!” Dawn exclaimed as she saw her picnic basket, a gift from Lily that she had not used since being officially declared free, sitting on the counter.
“Wanna have a picnic for lunch?” he offered proudly.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun! We haven’t done that in a long, long time.”
“Right? It never crossed my mind until we made sandwiches last night, but they used to be so fun. Mistress Felicity never had them, as far as I know, and the last one I had was with you and our friends back home.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had one, too. I had a few with my boss, and a few alone, but that’s been years. You want my advice on where to go?”
“That’s what I was going to ask.”
“There’s a park that I used to go to when I lived with Cecelia. It’s a bit of a walk, but it’s got a few tables, and also some nice grassy areas. Did you get everything in there?”
“I think so,” Connor stated as Dawn went to check the basket. Within a few minutes, they were on their way.
It took about half an hour to get to the park near Dawn’s old apartment, and there was a wooden table available for them when they arrived. With the pair working together, they spread a tablecloth on it and then got all their food out rather quickly. “You know, I miss doing stuff like this with friends and family, Con,” Dawn proclaimed after making herself the same sandwich as the previous night.
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to eat outside like this,” he agreed. “You’ve got the breeze, the fresh air…” He trailed off.
“The warmth of the sun…” she added, then proceeded to trail off herself. After taking a bite, she finished with, “It’s just nice. Thanks for suggesting this and getting everything ready.”
“You’re welcome, Dawn. So, what’s Tickle Mistress Wendy like, once you get to know her?”
“Well…” Dawn began describing the Tickle Mistress, making sure to emphasize that she did keep a similar authority to her job at her own home. After that, though, she steered the conversation away from their dinner plans, instead asking Connor about the game he had watched last night. He excitedly described it, trying to get her to see the thrill of one of his favorite sports. While she never completely bought into that, she smiled along and enjoyed hearing how much fun he had watching it.
“So, Dawn, how often do you come out to parks like this?” Connor wondered after the conversation died down.
“Off and on, but more off,” she answered. “Usually, I go to the ones with bondage to get tickled.”
“Is that all you do outside? Jog and go places to get tickled?”
“No, not all the time, just most of it. I used to go to parks like this with a sketchbook and draw, but that was before I bought a condo. Ever since then, I’ve had a room dedicated to art.”
“So, you don’t come out anymore with your sketchbook.”
She shrugged. “Well, I do, but not very often. I mean, if you had had a mostly filled workshop a couple of miles away while you were at Felicity’s, would you have taken the few extra things and gone there, or just worked at the shop in her house?”
“Fair point, but…”
“I know, I know, it’s different,” she interrupted him. “It’s more of a motivation thing than anything else, and I should come out more often. After all,” she glanced around, “there’s some really nice scenery here to draw.”
“Want to start coming out more often, maybe even have more picnics?” he suggested. “I’ll bring something to do after lunch if you want to bring your sketchbook. I know that I, for one, could use the fresh air.”
Knowing that Connor would not be bored sold it to Dawn. “Okay, we can do that, as long as the weather’s nice. Plus, I’d love to have more picnics, even if we don’t stay after.”
“Yeah, this is fun. Kind of reminds you of Wyoming, doesn’t it?”
“I know you said that earlier, but you really wanted to remind me of home, didn’t you?” she smirked.
“We usually had fun when we did it back then; might as well try to have the same amount of fun now.”
“I think we’re succeeding. You’ve already convinced me to do this again.” Connor just offered a smile in return, and the pair went silent. He picked up a blueberry after a few seconds and popped it in his mouth, and Dawn shook her head and went back to eating.
Soon enough, the conversation picked up, albeit on random tangents this time, and the pair seemed to settle down even more on the bench. It was comforting for Dawn. Despite being millions of miles from Wyoming, she began to feel like she was getting that close friendship she had lost nine years ago back.
After finishing up their food, the two packed up the picnic basket and returned to their house. They dumped everything in the dishwasher before Dawn suggested, “Are you up for going back out? You got me thinking about heading to a park and sketching.”
“Let me grab a book from Mistress Felicity, and then lead the way.” He left for his room, and Dawn departed for hers. Once they had things to do, they headed out for the afternoon. This time, Dawn guided Connor to a closer park, albeit still in an area with less public tickling, and the pair sat down on the grass. They spent a couple of relaxing hours there, reading and drawing, before going home to get ready to see Tickle Mistress Wendy.
With no objections from Connor, Dawn finally changed back into a crop top, and the pair got on the subway, heading for the Tickle Mistress’ house.
