I remember this girl a while back named Megan. She was basically my mortal enemy, and also happened to come over frequently, being one of my sister's friends. One day she just really pissed me off, so I told her to knock it off before I did something about it. Then, just to be cheeky, she grabbed the remote out of my hand while I was flipping channels, and so I jumped off my couch, and pinned her to the lounge chair she was seated in. Then I flipped her over and repinned her, through a lot of struggling on her part of course. The chair stretched itself down to be almost flat. That part was good, because I didn't want to bend her in half, only teach her a lesson. The chair was already reclined, so it wouldn't be hard. I scooted up, facing her feet on the foot rest, and clamped her legs inbetween my knees. NOW I was ready. She protested and asked me what I was doing, and I didn't say a word. I just reached down and began lightly scritching at her arches....
But then I noticed she wasn't laughing, and instantly became very embaressed. I stopped, then she laughed. "Ha! I'm not ticklish you idiot!" But I hadn't given up hope. I turned around again, and reached for her sides. Her eyes opened wide, and then I grabbed her sides softly and starting wiggling my way around. She started laughing, with fairly moderate intensity, and kicked her legs. Then she kicked me in the back, and I let her up, grabbing the remote, and sitting back down on the couch. She didn't say anything...she just slowly reduced her laughing as she calmed down. Then when she was done laughing, she went along like nothing had happened.
Kind of weird, I know, but it's true. :weird: