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ALYSSA MILANO
KERI RUSSELL (Felicity)
BRANDY
NATALIE PORTMAN
ELIZABETH BERKLEY (Showgirls)
DENISE RICHARDS
GWEN STEFANI (No Doubt)
Starring in
El Bandito Cosquillo
(The Tickling Bandit)
(A ticklish celebrity fantasy)
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
EL BANDITO COSQUILLO AND HIS GANG OF VELLICATORS
FOR KIDNAPPING, ROBBING, AND TICKLING TO DEATH
OVER TWENTY-FIVE WOMEN ACROSS SEVEN STATES.
BEWARE, THESE MEN ARE ARMED AND DANGEROUS
$50,000 REWARD
That was what the bill said that was posted in front of the sheriff’s station in the small town of Rio Sangria. Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani read the notice that was printed under the pictures of four of the ugliest men they had ever seen. The four beautiful girls were on their way to the general store to buy material to make dresses when the frightening message caught their eyes and sent shivers up their spines.
Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen were seamstresses and wanted to sew some new sleeveless outfits for the big fiesta the next week. They knew all those handsome young men in the town loved to see their bare arms and the girls made sure they kept their underarms clean-shaven and smooth.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the desert, El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume were celebrating their latest pillaging. El Bandito, Plume, and Scratchier were sitting around a campfire laughing and chugging tequila. Buzzer was standing by the horses practicing to see how fast he could draw his electric toothbrushes from his holsters.
“Ole’!” El Bandito cheered, shooting his guns into the air.
Plume cackled, with a harsh guffaw, “Yeeeah, we tickled the shit out of those girlies, didn‘t we?”
“We sure did, amigo,” El Bandito echoed, with a rough chortle.
Scratchier remarked, “Remember how ticklish that pretty blonde was back in Puerto Villa? She practically went into shock when I stroked her smooth, hairless armpits with my backscratcher.”
“How ‘bout those really sexy twins in La Mesa, eh?” Buzzer reminded, “never seen anybody with feet so ticklish. Those girls croaked after only an hour of my electric toothbrushes.”
“Hey, I can’t wait ’til we get to the next town. Ticklish girlies beware!” El Bandito toasted, leading the others in an evil laugh and a raising of their near empty bottles of booze.
The next week, Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani were getting ready to leave for the big fiesta in the Town Square. Alyssa and Denise wore sexy, blue spaghetti-strap pullovers while Brandy and Gwen wore white, strapless tubetops. They all met at the main road into town and began walking towards the Town Square where the fiesta was held.
As they walked together under the pale moonlight, the girls complemented each other on how beautiful the other made their outfits. In return, they each posed for one another, revealing their immaculate, deliciously smooth, and stubble-free underarms.
Suddenly, Gwen, Brandy, Denise, and Alyssa all heard the galloping of horses. They stopped and looked behind them and saw four murky figures coming toward them. The strange horsemen stop right next to them and the four women stared at the shadowy subjects with disturbed curiosity.
“Pardon me. You ladies are looking very lovely tonight. We heard there was a fiesta here in town. Would you be so kind as to show us the way?” A conniving El Bandito Cosquillo asked.
All of a sudden, Alyssa Milano remembered that bill posted in front of the sheriff’s station. Her eyes grew wide with fear, her mouth dropped open, and she shouted, “Oh my god! It’s him! It’s El Bandito Cosquillo!”
The girls all screamed and took off running in different directions. El Bandito and the Vellicators immediately dismounted from their horses and went after the panicky women. Even as fast as the girls were able to run, the gang of rogues still easily closed in on them and caught them. Alyssa, Brandy, Gwen, and Denise kicked and screamed and struggled with all their might, but their efforts proved useless and El Bandito and the Vellicators covered the girls’ mouths with cloroform, rendering the four young beauties unconscious.
The following morning, Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani awoke under the startling influence of smelling salts. Once their eyes were focused, they noticed those nasty-looking bandits staring at them as if they were a hungry family watching a Thanksgiving turkey roast in the oven. They also noticed that they were all stripped down to their bras and panties, tied to wooden posts in a standing position, with their arms stretched high above their heads, leaving their baby-soft underarms terrifyingly vulnerable.
Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen were stunned with great fear. Brandy and Denise breathed heavily with anxiety while Alyssa and Gwen began whimpering and sobbing like waterworks. The four attractive young women took in their odd surroundings and realized they were somewhere in the middle of a ghost town. So even if they did scream for help no one could hear them.
El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators then drew their special tickle weapons from their holsters: Buzzer grabbed his electric toothbrushes, Plume pulled out his two stiff turkey feathers, Scratchier deployed his trusty, plastic backscratchers, and El Bandito Cosquillo drew his two bottles of lotion from his holsters - he liked to use his bare hands when he tickled girls.
“We’re gonna tickle the piss outta you girlies!” El Bandito warned, as he and the other outlaws approached the helpless damsels with evil, toothless grins.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Gwen Stefani screamed.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Brandy hooted.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PLEASE! NO, EL BANDITO COSQUILLO! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE US! WE ARE EXTREMELY TICKLISH GIRLS! YOU’LL DRIVE US INSANE!” Denise Richards pleaded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OH! OH! OH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHATEVER YOU DO, PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME UNDER MY ARMS! I’LL DIE!” Begged Alyssa Milano.
But unfortunately, for them, The four villains ignored their pitiful cries for mercy and each of the Vellicators positioned themselves in front of an alarmed, screaming girl: Plume had his feathers poised at Brandy, Buzzer turned on his electric toothbrushes in front of a hysterical Denise Richards, Scratchier aimed his backscratchers at Alyssa Milano, and El Bandito Cosquillo wiggled his lotion-saturated fingers at a frenzied Gwen Stefani.
El Bandito shouted, “ready, boys? On the count of three. One...two...three!”
At last the tickle torture, of Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani commenced. Alyssa shook her head violently, from side to side, as the methodic, skilful stroking of Scratchier’s backscratchers made the cute girl scream in ticklish agony. Brandy twitched and roared with hard belly laughs when Plume introduced his turkey feathers to the sensitive hollows of her smooth, ebony armpits. Denise Richards shrieked until she was red in the face just from the sound of Buzzer’s electric toothbrushes. But when those bristles touch her armpits, she learned a new meaning of the word “ticklish”. And, of ‘course, the sexy Gwen Stefani stretched her head back in silent laughter when El Bandito made tickling tarantulas out his lotion-coated fingers in the hairless crescents of the gorgeous blonde’s underarms.
The merciless bandits tickled the underarms of the horribly ticklish young women all day and into the night, until the four beautiful girls were finally tickled to death. El Bandito and his criminal friends then took the total of one hundred pesos that they had robbed the girls of and abandoned the lifeless bodies of Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen. El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Velli-cators got on their horses and rode off into the desert.
Days later, In the peaceful community of Sierra De Angeles, Natalie Portman, Keri Russell, and Elizabeth Berkley were in the meadow hanging their clothes to dry. They were walking back and forth from the clothesline to the well on the other side of a nearby hill.
Keri, Natalie, and Elizabeth all were strikingly beautiful young ladies. The three had been longtime friends and just happened to be engaging in a little gossip as they gathered their weekly wash. They must’ve gone over that hill at least three times so far today¾they failed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
But that all changed when the girls went back over the hill a fourth time and were absolutely shocked to see what was on the other side waiting for them. That infamous band of felons El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators greeted the stunned lasses with those familiar revolting beams of wicked joy on their faces. Like before, the four bandits chased the three screaming, terrified girls, captured them and rendered them unconscious.
Hours later, Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley were rudely awakened by the pungent odor of the smelling salts. The very pretty girls saw that they were in a the middle of nowhere, tied down to wooden cots with their trapped bare feet sticking though sets of wooden stocks, and El Bandito and the other three outlaws were smiling at them with eerie anticipation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OH MY GOD! W-W-W-WHO ARE YOU? WHY HAVE YOU D-D-D-DONE THIS TO US?” Keri Russell demanded.
The four hooligans drew their tickling tools from their holsters and El Bandito Cosquillo cautioned, “WE’RE GONNA TICKLE THE HELL OUTTA YOUR FEET MY DEAR LADIES! TICKLE...TICKLE...TICKLE!”
The three girls shrieked in protest, wiggling, jerking, and flexing their confined tootsies madly like someone waving semaphore flags. Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley had EXTREMELY TICKLISH bare feet!
El Bandito, Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume took a moment to soak in the eye candy of beautiful female feet before them. The girls’ soles were all soft and pink like rose pedals. Their arches, heels, and balls were well defined, and each girl had a different attractive shade of toenail polish: Natalie’s were luscious pink, Elizabeth’s were deep, sexy red, and Keri’s were exciting lime green.
Finally, one by one, El Bandito and the boys took turns using their special tickling instruments on the hyper ticklish bare feet of the three pretty girls.
Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley went berserk!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! NOT MY FEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEET!” Keri Russell wailed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IIIIIIIIIT!” Elizabeth Berkley pleaded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Natalie Portman screamed.
This cruel but fun tickle torture of three fine-looking and terribly ticklish darlings went on and on for several hours until Keri, Elizabeth, and Natalie mercifully passed out.
Later that day, the girls all awoke to the sensation of a sticky substance being slowly brushed all over their still imprisoned feet. The startled trio saw that El Bandito Cosquillo was coating their feet with honey. Their eyes almost popped out of their heads when they also noticed that Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume each had a goat standing in front of them on leashes.
Natalie Portman, Keri Russell, and Elizabeth Berkley were pleading, begging, and sobbing uncontrollably for the tickle-loving desperados to show some mercy. But that quartet of crooks were hell-bent on allowing these goats to lick honey from their incredibly ticklish feet.
And when El Bandito was satisfied with the job he did glazing the girls’ feet, he gave the OK for the Vellicators to release the goats. What the men witnessed next was something they had never seen in all their years of tickling women. It was like watching The Exorcist. The unbelievably hysterical, ticklish beauties bucked harder than ever before, screaming at the top of their lungs, and crying under the tickling strokes of the goats raspy tongues.
Well, sunset was near and as El Bandito and his gang of Vellicators continued to drink in the siren-like screeching of Keri‘s, Elizabeth‘s, and Natalie’s ticklish mania, the four thugs grabbed the total of forty-five pesos that the girls had on them and left the women to their ticklish demise. El Bandito and his bad boy buddies mounted their horses and fled the scene. Without even the threat of getting caught, the tickling foursome lived free to tickle again.
THE END
KERI RUSSELL (Felicity)
BRANDY
NATALIE PORTMAN
ELIZABETH BERKLEY (Showgirls)
DENISE RICHARDS
GWEN STEFANI (No Doubt)
Starring in
El Bandito Cosquillo
(The Tickling Bandit)
(A ticklish celebrity fantasy)
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
EL BANDITO COSQUILLO AND HIS GANG OF VELLICATORS
FOR KIDNAPPING, ROBBING, AND TICKLING TO DEATH
OVER TWENTY-FIVE WOMEN ACROSS SEVEN STATES.
BEWARE, THESE MEN ARE ARMED AND DANGEROUS
$50,000 REWARD
That was what the bill said that was posted in front of the sheriff’s station in the small town of Rio Sangria. Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani read the notice that was printed under the pictures of four of the ugliest men they had ever seen. The four beautiful girls were on their way to the general store to buy material to make dresses when the frightening message caught their eyes and sent shivers up their spines.
Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen were seamstresses and wanted to sew some new sleeveless outfits for the big fiesta the next week. They knew all those handsome young men in the town loved to see their bare arms and the girls made sure they kept their underarms clean-shaven and smooth.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the desert, El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume were celebrating their latest pillaging. El Bandito, Plume, and Scratchier were sitting around a campfire laughing and chugging tequila. Buzzer was standing by the horses practicing to see how fast he could draw his electric toothbrushes from his holsters.
“Ole’!” El Bandito cheered, shooting his guns into the air.
Plume cackled, with a harsh guffaw, “Yeeeah, we tickled the shit out of those girlies, didn‘t we?”
“We sure did, amigo,” El Bandito echoed, with a rough chortle.
Scratchier remarked, “Remember how ticklish that pretty blonde was back in Puerto Villa? She practically went into shock when I stroked her smooth, hairless armpits with my backscratcher.”
“How ‘bout those really sexy twins in La Mesa, eh?” Buzzer reminded, “never seen anybody with feet so ticklish. Those girls croaked after only an hour of my electric toothbrushes.”
“Hey, I can’t wait ’til we get to the next town. Ticklish girlies beware!” El Bandito toasted, leading the others in an evil laugh and a raising of their near empty bottles of booze.
The next week, Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani were getting ready to leave for the big fiesta in the Town Square. Alyssa and Denise wore sexy, blue spaghetti-strap pullovers while Brandy and Gwen wore white, strapless tubetops. They all met at the main road into town and began walking towards the Town Square where the fiesta was held.
As they walked together under the pale moonlight, the girls complemented each other on how beautiful the other made their outfits. In return, they each posed for one another, revealing their immaculate, deliciously smooth, and stubble-free underarms.
Suddenly, Gwen, Brandy, Denise, and Alyssa all heard the galloping of horses. They stopped and looked behind them and saw four murky figures coming toward them. The strange horsemen stop right next to them and the four women stared at the shadowy subjects with disturbed curiosity.
“Pardon me. You ladies are looking very lovely tonight. We heard there was a fiesta here in town. Would you be so kind as to show us the way?” A conniving El Bandito Cosquillo asked.
All of a sudden, Alyssa Milano remembered that bill posted in front of the sheriff’s station. Her eyes grew wide with fear, her mouth dropped open, and she shouted, “Oh my god! It’s him! It’s El Bandito Cosquillo!”
The girls all screamed and took off running in different directions. El Bandito and the Vellicators immediately dismounted from their horses and went after the panicky women. Even as fast as the girls were able to run, the gang of rogues still easily closed in on them and caught them. Alyssa, Brandy, Gwen, and Denise kicked and screamed and struggled with all their might, but their efforts proved useless and El Bandito and the Vellicators covered the girls’ mouths with cloroform, rendering the four young beauties unconscious.
The following morning, Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani awoke under the startling influence of smelling salts. Once their eyes were focused, they noticed those nasty-looking bandits staring at them as if they were a hungry family watching a Thanksgiving turkey roast in the oven. They also noticed that they were all stripped down to their bras and panties, tied to wooden posts in a standing position, with their arms stretched high above their heads, leaving their baby-soft underarms terrifyingly vulnerable.
Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen were stunned with great fear. Brandy and Denise breathed heavily with anxiety while Alyssa and Gwen began whimpering and sobbing like waterworks. The four attractive young women took in their odd surroundings and realized they were somewhere in the middle of a ghost town. So even if they did scream for help no one could hear them.
El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators then drew their special tickle weapons from their holsters: Buzzer grabbed his electric toothbrushes, Plume pulled out his two stiff turkey feathers, Scratchier deployed his trusty, plastic backscratchers, and El Bandito Cosquillo drew his two bottles of lotion from his holsters - he liked to use his bare hands when he tickled girls.
“We’re gonna tickle the piss outta you girlies!” El Bandito warned, as he and the other outlaws approached the helpless damsels with evil, toothless grins.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Gwen Stefani screamed.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Brandy hooted.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PLEASE! NO, EL BANDITO COSQUILLO! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE US! WE ARE EXTREMELY TICKLISH GIRLS! YOU’LL DRIVE US INSANE!” Denise Richards pleaded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OH! OH! OH! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHATEVER YOU DO, PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME UNDER MY ARMS! I’LL DIE!” Begged Alyssa Milano.
But unfortunately, for them, The four villains ignored their pitiful cries for mercy and each of the Vellicators positioned themselves in front of an alarmed, screaming girl: Plume had his feathers poised at Brandy, Buzzer turned on his electric toothbrushes in front of a hysterical Denise Richards, Scratchier aimed his backscratchers at Alyssa Milano, and El Bandito Cosquillo wiggled his lotion-saturated fingers at a frenzied Gwen Stefani.
El Bandito shouted, “ready, boys? On the count of three. One...two...three!”
At last the tickle torture, of Alyssa Milano, Brandy, Denise Richards, and Gwen Stefani commenced. Alyssa shook her head violently, from side to side, as the methodic, skilful stroking of Scratchier’s backscratchers made the cute girl scream in ticklish agony. Brandy twitched and roared with hard belly laughs when Plume introduced his turkey feathers to the sensitive hollows of her smooth, ebony armpits. Denise Richards shrieked until she was red in the face just from the sound of Buzzer’s electric toothbrushes. But when those bristles touch her armpits, she learned a new meaning of the word “ticklish”. And, of ‘course, the sexy Gwen Stefani stretched her head back in silent laughter when El Bandito made tickling tarantulas out his lotion-coated fingers in the hairless crescents of the gorgeous blonde’s underarms.
The merciless bandits tickled the underarms of the horribly ticklish young women all day and into the night, until the four beautiful girls were finally tickled to death. El Bandito and his criminal friends then took the total of one hundred pesos that they had robbed the girls of and abandoned the lifeless bodies of Alyssa, Brandy, Denise, and Gwen. El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Velli-cators got on their horses and rode off into the desert.
Days later, In the peaceful community of Sierra De Angeles, Natalie Portman, Keri Russell, and Elizabeth Berkley were in the meadow hanging their clothes to dry. They were walking back and forth from the clothesline to the well on the other side of a nearby hill.
Keri, Natalie, and Elizabeth all were strikingly beautiful young ladies. The three had been longtime friends and just happened to be engaging in a little gossip as they gathered their weekly wash. They must’ve gone over that hill at least three times so far today¾they failed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
But that all changed when the girls went back over the hill a fourth time and were absolutely shocked to see what was on the other side waiting for them. That infamous band of felons El Bandito Cosquillo and his gang of Vellicators greeted the stunned lasses with those familiar revolting beams of wicked joy on their faces. Like before, the four bandits chased the three screaming, terrified girls, captured them and rendered them unconscious.
Hours later, Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley were rudely awakened by the pungent odor of the smelling salts. The very pretty girls saw that they were in a the middle of nowhere, tied down to wooden cots with their trapped bare feet sticking though sets of wooden stocks, and El Bandito and the other three outlaws were smiling at them with eerie anticipation.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! OH MY GOD! W-W-W-WHO ARE YOU? WHY HAVE YOU D-D-D-DONE THIS TO US?” Keri Russell demanded.
The four hooligans drew their tickling tools from their holsters and El Bandito Cosquillo cautioned, “WE’RE GONNA TICKLE THE HELL OUTTA YOUR FEET MY DEAR LADIES! TICKLE...TICKLE...TICKLE!”
The three girls shrieked in protest, wiggling, jerking, and flexing their confined tootsies madly like someone waving semaphore flags. Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley had EXTREMELY TICKLISH bare feet!
El Bandito, Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume took a moment to soak in the eye candy of beautiful female feet before them. The girls’ soles were all soft and pink like rose pedals. Their arches, heels, and balls were well defined, and each girl had a different attractive shade of toenail polish: Natalie’s were luscious pink, Elizabeth’s were deep, sexy red, and Keri’s were exciting lime green.
Finally, one by one, El Bandito and the boys took turns using their special tickling instruments on the hyper ticklish bare feet of the three pretty girls.
Keri Russell, Natalie Portman, and Elizabeth Berkley went berserk!
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! NOT MY FEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEET!” Keri Russell wailed.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IIIIIIIIIT!” Elizabeth Berkley pleaded.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Natalie Portman screamed.
This cruel but fun tickle torture of three fine-looking and terribly ticklish darlings went on and on for several hours until Keri, Elizabeth, and Natalie mercifully passed out.
Later that day, the girls all awoke to the sensation of a sticky substance being slowly brushed all over their still imprisoned feet. The startled trio saw that El Bandito Cosquillo was coating their feet with honey. Their eyes almost popped out of their heads when they also noticed that Buzzer, Scratchier, and Plume each had a goat standing in front of them on leashes.
Natalie Portman, Keri Russell, and Elizabeth Berkley were pleading, begging, and sobbing uncontrollably for the tickle-loving desperados to show some mercy. But that quartet of crooks were hell-bent on allowing these goats to lick honey from their incredibly ticklish feet.
And when El Bandito was satisfied with the job he did glazing the girls’ feet, he gave the OK for the Vellicators to release the goats. What the men witnessed next was something they had never seen in all their years of tickling women. It was like watching The Exorcist. The unbelievably hysterical, ticklish beauties bucked harder than ever before, screaming at the top of their lungs, and crying under the tickling strokes of the goats raspy tongues.
Well, sunset was near and as El Bandito and his gang of Vellicators continued to drink in the siren-like screeching of Keri‘s, Elizabeth‘s, and Natalie’s ticklish mania, the four thugs grabbed the total of forty-five pesos that the girls had on them and left the women to their ticklish demise. El Bandito and his bad boy buddies mounted their horses and fled the scene. Without even the threat of getting caught, the tickling foursome lived free to tickle again.
THE END
