One of my best friends used to like to play a game with me on Sundays. We were big Nascar fans (well not WERE...still are), and he used to think up ideas to kill the time during caution laps. On these days, I often sat reclined in my recliner, and he would sit at the foot of the recliner, and we would relax and watch the race together. One day a caution came up, and he started plotting a way to pass the time. He looked over at me, and my feet happened to be right there at face level. He was/is always tickling me, and often did during the races anyway, but this particular day he came up with a new idea. He ran his finger up my bare arch, and when I squealed and pulled my foot away, he pulled it back and held the ankle. Then he asked "Hey, do you think you could keep your foot still and in place while I tickled it through one complete caution lap?" I replied "No way!". So he let go of my ankle and said "I am gonna make a deal with you. You sit still and let me tickle your foot through the duration of one complete caution lap. If you can, I'll do the dishes. If you CAN'T, I am gonna sit on your legs and pin them down and tickle them for TWO complete caution laps!"
I didn't think I could do it, but decided to give it a shot anyway, since on that particular day there were a TON of dishes to do, and frankly I didn't feel like doing them...lol. That first Sunday I lost. Twice. In the Sundays that followed, I got better and managed to win a few times, but along with my own mastering of the game, he learned certain sensitivity spots and increased his own level of success. Ah, how I miss those days. I don't get to see him as often anymore, but he still tickles the hell out of me every time we DO get together. Aren't friends great? 😀
Mimi