Dijiah
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Part 3 which marks di second rendezvous. Seen?
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“That’s the kind of follow-through that you need” Dajjay pointed out “especially when it comes to your body movements to the dancehall music.”
“I don’t see what you’re getting at here, star.” Antonio Palmer answered.
The two were in Dajjay’s dorm and watching footage of one of Father Bogle’s street dances, with Dajjay hoping that Antonio would pick something up. Although Antonio was older by a few months, he was an underclassman, and the less experienced dancer of the two.
“Look, right there! His shoulders are at least 45 degrees to the ground. Seen?”
“Oh, I see what you’re saying now. I had a feeling that my dipping was a bit shallow.”
The pair had became rather close during the fall term and were often seen hanging out with each other outside of class , practice, and even off of campus half of the time. Dajjay was happy that he found someone that he felt that he could trust. But of course, he didn’t dare show this satisfaction.
“Okay, so hopefully this will be emphasized at the next practice. But as for right now, you need to go home. You don’t live on campus, it’s past eight o’clock, there’s no scheduled practice today….I’m surprised that security hasn’t hunted you down yet.”
“You’re right.” Antonio started to pack his stuff together.
“Before you go, you remember the plan for tomorrow, right?”
“No.” Antonio flung his bag over his shoulder. “What plan?”
Dajjay held up two fingers in one hand, and one on the other to signify the number twelve.
“Oh yes, Operation Mid-Day.” Antonio stated with collective confidence.
“The victory is sweeter than Starburst.” Dajjay winked before sending Mr. Palmer off with a salute.
§
D-n-A, as the duo was now being referred to as, waited in a car with the windows rolled down as the sound of a newly released Bounty Killa track played at a reasonable level through the stereo. “D” was riding shotgun and “A” was behind the wheel. They made themselves look preoccupied as they watched Rachelle converse with her friends Christina Hudson and Janice Gordon (Who happened to be Rodney’s older sister) about 20 yards away from the passengers side of the car. Weeks of scouting and digging up information allowed the pair to have an idea of what was supposed to happen. It appears however, that they were growing impatient. After about ten minutes or so of waiting, Antonio decided to make a play.
Walking casually over to the trio of girls, Mr. Palmer made it seem innocently as though he was just making an advance on them, particularly Christina.
“Excuse me ladies, would either of you -or all of you be interested in seeing a movie later? Everything is on me.” He smiled shyly at Christina upon finishing his statement, who blushed and returned the smile.
Rachelle started to answer “Well that’s very gentlemanly of you bu-”.
“What makes you think that we want to go anywhere with you?” Janice cut in. It appeared that intensity and feistiness ran in the family.
“My watch.” The 19-year-old sophomore blankly offered.
“You’re watch?”
“Aye. It’s magic.” Antonio insisted.
“Magic?? Don’t piss me off.”
“Doesn’t take much effort….” was the muttering response.
“What?”
“Uh -it tells me that you aren’t wearing any panties”
“But I am.”
“Sorry, I think that it’s an hour fast.”
While waiting for his verbal punch to land, he returned his attention to Rachelle.
“What were you saying now?”
“We have a party to go to around six o‘clock, so I regret to inform you that we’ll have to turn down your offer.”
“Oh..” Antonio replied, his smile wavering a bit.
“But I’ll tell you what” Rachelle began “I admire your advance towards us, considering the fact that you look like a freshman.”
“I’m a sophomore”.
“At any RATE” she continued “Would you be interested in coming along?”
Antonio was completely blindsided by this, but taking a few moments to think about the offer while keeping a gaping stare off of his face, he decided to accept the invitation.
“I’m only going to go if you go, because you invited me.”
“Don’t be silly” she replied “besides, I may not make it to the party all together because I have some squad management to do.”
Antonio’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and he decided that he’ll consider being in attendance for the social gathering. He glanced at Janice, smiled at Rachelle who returned the smile, and blew a kiss to Christina who blushed before taking his leave.
“He looked awfully familiar.” Rachelle said as she watched the 19-year-old walk off.
“Yeah, he looks like one of those little boys that par with Rodney” Janice responded.
“He was cute” said Christina who thought about him dreamily.
Antonio entered the driver seat of the car and the pair formulated a new plan. They drove off to another part near the parking lot where they would be seen immediately before the plan went into action. At round half past 5, the pair stocked out the building not too far from the auditorium where Rachelle would be doing her management duties. To their dismay Christina and Janice were in the vicinity at this point, Janice SURELY had to have understood Antonio’s jab at her earlier. Displaying his quick thinking skills again, Antonio surrendered his car keys and house keys to Dajjay and decided that he would go to the party with Christina so that only Janice would have to be dealt with. A few minutes later, Christina was driving off to the six o’clock gathering with Antonio and Janice was pacing the area solitarily. Dajjay managed to get from his hidden location to the corridor undetected by the feisty Janice, and infiltrated the structure. To his relief, the situation couldn’t be set up any better.
Rachelle was keeled over a garbage carrier that was acting as an equipment trolley. He watched as she pulled out speakers and sound system equipment and stored them into a closet. He made his move when she returned to close the large mobile container that was filled with Styrofoam cushioning. He ran and pushed her up and over the edge causing her to be swallowed up by the soft white tidbits. She led out a scream that was cut off somewhat by the closing of the lid. Dajjay looked around for witnesses and then ran while pushing the cart, attempting to make this ride as dreadful as he can for his nemesis.
Upon reaching the parking lot, he unlocked the trunk of Antonio’s car and looked around once again for witnesses. Janice appeared to have left for the party, but his next task would be getting her into the car without her creating a slew of difficulties. Opening the lid, and bracing for the worst, he looked inside of the carrier and noticed and unconscious Rachelle. She seemed to have passed out en route to the parking lot so without further ado, he lifted her up and dumped her into the trunk and then preceded to shut it.
§
He arrived at Antonio’s apartment which was simple, consisted of two rooms, a kitchen, a living room, and one bathroom. Dajjay had more lucky breaks than the United States in WWII. Antonio lived alone and Rachelle wouldn’t be missed very much. Her closest family still lived in the Caribbean being that she went out of her way to attend this college and continue to antagonize Dajjay.
Dajjay took Rachelle to the bedroom that Antonio wasn’t inhabiting and tied Rachelle spread eagle to that bed. He blind folded her and when she awoke, he wasted no time in gagging her. Dajjay decided that with this encounter, he was going to max her out.
“I can’t move. What the hell?” Rachelle said half-drowsily.
Dajjay placed a finger and traced it down slowly to her exposed underarm and began to tickle it in circles.
“Hehehehehe” Rachelle squeaked.
He then began to spider tickle both of her underarms which started to wake her even more. The light caramel skin felt smooth underneath his fingertips.
“Noohohoho!” Rachelle let out. It wasn’t terrible, but she wasn’t completely impervious to the ten finger tips that attacked either of her armpits. She felt defenseless because she tried, in vain to bring her arms down. The bed posts gave no such leeway. Not even a centimeter to her irritation and dismay.
Dajjay now mounted her slightly toned stomach and continued to tickle her freshly shaven underarms. He was positioning his hands at alternating points and Rachelle could do nothing more than turn her head from side to side in anguish. The weight of Dajjay sitting on her stomach caused her to feel even more trapped.
“Hahahahaha! Dohohon’t do thahahahahahat!
Despite her encouragement, Dajjay continued his attack on her underarms. He stopped for a few moments to bring out two feathers and then began to run them underneath her armpits.
“Ohoho nohohohohohoho!” She said in a comical horror.
“Oh yes.” Dajjay replied underneath his breath. He loved this feeling of empowerment and didn’t see that changing anytime soon. The tickling continued for another 15 minutes. At this point in time, Rachelle was doing a mixture of laughing and crying. Dajjay paused so that he would only hear the sobbing of his victim.
Rachelle had been going through a mixture of emotion throughout the entire ideal. Despite all the smiling and waving and being one of the most popular people on campus; always being the center of attention, Dajjay knew that Rachelle was depressed deep down inside. She was going to be in debt for at least a year after graduation, she had no family near by, no love interest in seemingly forever, but worst of all, she still hasn’t topped Dajjay. Sure she was the pro to his con. She was “popular” and he was “infamous”. She was a ”dolphin” and he was a “shark”. She was the “Red Sox” and he was the “Yankees”. She was “Tupac” and he was “The Notorious B.I.G.”
Despite her being more well received than the individual known as “Thunder Clap”, she simply didn’t have the same success. It wasn’t her fault, but Dajjay just seemed to run into more opportunity. She now had a new source of sadness. Thinking back to the first day of school, she now realized that she could subject to being ruthlessly tickled at any time. She continued to cry with all of these thoughts in mind, not that Mr. Dennis gave a flying hoot. On the contrary, he was actually going to resume tickling her. Up until she tried to speak anyway. Dajjay removed the gag out of curiosity.
“Who….are you?” she managed in between sniffles.
Dajjay was blank.
“I know………...that you’re still…there.” She said, still sniffling. “I feel you sitting….on top of my stomach..
A few minutes passed and he remained at a sit still.
“Can you at least speak?” Rachelle insisted.
To make the playing field as even as possible, he decided that he was going to speak but attempted to disguise his light Caribbean dialect. The result was a pattern of speech and accent not too different from that of the British.
“Fucking colonialism..” Dajjay muttered under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!” responded Dajjay.
“Are you the same person that did this to me on the first day of school?” asked Rachelle.
“Indeed I am.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I find it to be quite the thrill.” he said as he dismounted her stomach and walked towards her feet at the end of the bed.
“Where’s the thrill in tickling a girl breathless?” she demanded as she felt the pressure leave her stomach. And where are you going off tohoohoohooo!? Ohoho my God stahahahap it, stop it stahahp it!”
“Excessive amount of demands, excessive amounts of questions, scarce amount of tickling” Dajjay calmly stated as he raked he raked her soles simultaneously with his short fingernails.
“Eeeeeeek!” Rachelle squealed as she writhed in her bonds.
Dajjay liked this method of torturing Rachelle also. Because her soles were long, he decided to take his time in travel from heel to toe. The few short minutes of long, deliberate, raked nail movements on the bottom of her beautiful feet was worse than the nearly half hour assault. Rachelle squealed all the way throughout and made Dajjay thank his lucky stars that she was situated in a room that faced outwards.
He now started to circle the ball of both of her feet at the same time which elicited a vocalization of a higher pitch. Rachelle couldn’t stand it. This madman was setting off the same circle of nerve endings and it seem to get worse with every revolution. She was even more annoyed that it was they both knew what he was going to do and yet, she was powerless to stop it.
He watched as tears continued to roll down Rachelle’s face and decided to see id he would be able to get her lungs to burst. Unfortunately for him, it never happened. On the contrary her noise was actually on the decline in terms of volume. Dajjay stopped tickling enough to allow Ms. Taylor to catch her breath.
“Stop……no……more……..” she said, gasping after every word.
“You surely, are unhealthy in the head, ma’am.” He kept his polite tone throughout the insult.
Almost immediately he set off on a different point of attack. He now used feathers to attack the area just underneath her toes, as he had done just a few months earlier. This was her worst spot on both days. The sensation in this area was quickly becoming unbearable. Even though she would’ve rather felt her pain receptors go off at this point, this was the most that she had laughed in a long time.
Dajjay was starting to find use for his ambidexterity with this tickling activity. He was able to keep both feather tips at the same point and move them in the same patterns simultaneously on each foot. Rachelle was attempting to keep her feet moving side to side and was able to do so successfully, however it provided no relief. It only tired her out more than she already was. It appeared as though he was going to be merciful, up until her phone rang.
He confiscated the cellular device from her pocket and examined the caller identification which simply read (Janice). Of course, seeing that he had to keep his identity secret for now, he decided to act surprised.
“And who is this, Janice?”
“My frihehehehehend!” Rachelle laughed (Dajjay had not stop tickling her defenseless feet.)
“Hmm, it is rather unfortunate that I am not fond of such a name.” the English-sounding lad replied.
With that Dajjay started to rapidly poke the feathers in between her toes causing her to shriek out. Seemingly, enough to crack the adjacent window. He then picked up the intensity and maintained it for another half hour in the middle of the girls well sustained toes. Rachelle passed out as she had done earlier in the year and Dajjay was let down by this.
He sat down for a few minutes next to her limp body and thought of ways to prevent this from happening in the future. Thankfully, tomorrow was going to be another day of tickling and he set his alarm to go off at 7 o’clock.
He stretched and yawned and then after saying his prayers, went to sleep on the living room couch.
TBC………………………………...................................................................................................
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“That’s the kind of follow-through that you need” Dajjay pointed out “especially when it comes to your body movements to the dancehall music.”
“I don’t see what you’re getting at here, star.” Antonio Palmer answered.
The two were in Dajjay’s dorm and watching footage of one of Father Bogle’s street dances, with Dajjay hoping that Antonio would pick something up. Although Antonio was older by a few months, he was an underclassman, and the less experienced dancer of the two.
“Look, right there! His shoulders are at least 45 degrees to the ground. Seen?”
“Oh, I see what you’re saying now. I had a feeling that my dipping was a bit shallow.”
The pair had became rather close during the fall term and were often seen hanging out with each other outside of class , practice, and even off of campus half of the time. Dajjay was happy that he found someone that he felt that he could trust. But of course, he didn’t dare show this satisfaction.
“Okay, so hopefully this will be emphasized at the next practice. But as for right now, you need to go home. You don’t live on campus, it’s past eight o’clock, there’s no scheduled practice today….I’m surprised that security hasn’t hunted you down yet.”
“You’re right.” Antonio started to pack his stuff together.
“Before you go, you remember the plan for tomorrow, right?”
“No.” Antonio flung his bag over his shoulder. “What plan?”
Dajjay held up two fingers in one hand, and one on the other to signify the number twelve.
“Oh yes, Operation Mid-Day.” Antonio stated with collective confidence.
“The victory is sweeter than Starburst.” Dajjay winked before sending Mr. Palmer off with a salute.
§
D-n-A, as the duo was now being referred to as, waited in a car with the windows rolled down as the sound of a newly released Bounty Killa track played at a reasonable level through the stereo. “D” was riding shotgun and “A” was behind the wheel. They made themselves look preoccupied as they watched Rachelle converse with her friends Christina Hudson and Janice Gordon (Who happened to be Rodney’s older sister) about 20 yards away from the passengers side of the car. Weeks of scouting and digging up information allowed the pair to have an idea of what was supposed to happen. It appears however, that they were growing impatient. After about ten minutes or so of waiting, Antonio decided to make a play.
Walking casually over to the trio of girls, Mr. Palmer made it seem innocently as though he was just making an advance on them, particularly Christina.
“Excuse me ladies, would either of you -or all of you be interested in seeing a movie later? Everything is on me.” He smiled shyly at Christina upon finishing his statement, who blushed and returned the smile.
Rachelle started to answer “Well that’s very gentlemanly of you bu-”.
“What makes you think that we want to go anywhere with you?” Janice cut in. It appeared that intensity and feistiness ran in the family.
“My watch.” The 19-year-old sophomore blankly offered.
“You’re watch?”
“Aye. It’s magic.” Antonio insisted.
“Magic?? Don’t piss me off.”
“Doesn’t take much effort….” was the muttering response.
“What?”
“Uh -it tells me that you aren’t wearing any panties”
“But I am.”
“Sorry, I think that it’s an hour fast.”
While waiting for his verbal punch to land, he returned his attention to Rachelle.
“What were you saying now?”
“We have a party to go to around six o‘clock, so I regret to inform you that we’ll have to turn down your offer.”
“Oh..” Antonio replied, his smile wavering a bit.
“But I’ll tell you what” Rachelle began “I admire your advance towards us, considering the fact that you look like a freshman.”
“I’m a sophomore”.
“At any RATE” she continued “Would you be interested in coming along?”
Antonio was completely blindsided by this, but taking a few moments to think about the offer while keeping a gaping stare off of his face, he decided to accept the invitation.
“I’m only going to go if you go, because you invited me.”
“Don’t be silly” she replied “besides, I may not make it to the party all together because I have some squad management to do.”
Antonio’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and he decided that he’ll consider being in attendance for the social gathering. He glanced at Janice, smiled at Rachelle who returned the smile, and blew a kiss to Christina who blushed before taking his leave.
“He looked awfully familiar.” Rachelle said as she watched the 19-year-old walk off.
“Yeah, he looks like one of those little boys that par with Rodney” Janice responded.
“He was cute” said Christina who thought about him dreamily.
Antonio entered the driver seat of the car and the pair formulated a new plan. They drove off to another part near the parking lot where they would be seen immediately before the plan went into action. At round half past 5, the pair stocked out the building not too far from the auditorium where Rachelle would be doing her management duties. To their dismay Christina and Janice were in the vicinity at this point, Janice SURELY had to have understood Antonio’s jab at her earlier. Displaying his quick thinking skills again, Antonio surrendered his car keys and house keys to Dajjay and decided that he would go to the party with Christina so that only Janice would have to be dealt with. A few minutes later, Christina was driving off to the six o’clock gathering with Antonio and Janice was pacing the area solitarily. Dajjay managed to get from his hidden location to the corridor undetected by the feisty Janice, and infiltrated the structure. To his relief, the situation couldn’t be set up any better.
Rachelle was keeled over a garbage carrier that was acting as an equipment trolley. He watched as she pulled out speakers and sound system equipment and stored them into a closet. He made his move when she returned to close the large mobile container that was filled with Styrofoam cushioning. He ran and pushed her up and over the edge causing her to be swallowed up by the soft white tidbits. She led out a scream that was cut off somewhat by the closing of the lid. Dajjay looked around for witnesses and then ran while pushing the cart, attempting to make this ride as dreadful as he can for his nemesis.
Upon reaching the parking lot, he unlocked the trunk of Antonio’s car and looked around once again for witnesses. Janice appeared to have left for the party, but his next task would be getting her into the car without her creating a slew of difficulties. Opening the lid, and bracing for the worst, he looked inside of the carrier and noticed and unconscious Rachelle. She seemed to have passed out en route to the parking lot so without further ado, he lifted her up and dumped her into the trunk and then preceded to shut it.
§
He arrived at Antonio’s apartment which was simple, consisted of two rooms, a kitchen, a living room, and one bathroom. Dajjay had more lucky breaks than the United States in WWII. Antonio lived alone and Rachelle wouldn’t be missed very much. Her closest family still lived in the Caribbean being that she went out of her way to attend this college and continue to antagonize Dajjay.
Dajjay took Rachelle to the bedroom that Antonio wasn’t inhabiting and tied Rachelle spread eagle to that bed. He blind folded her and when she awoke, he wasted no time in gagging her. Dajjay decided that with this encounter, he was going to max her out.
“I can’t move. What the hell?” Rachelle said half-drowsily.
Dajjay placed a finger and traced it down slowly to her exposed underarm and began to tickle it in circles.
“Hehehehehe” Rachelle squeaked.
He then began to spider tickle both of her underarms which started to wake her even more. The light caramel skin felt smooth underneath his fingertips.
“Noohohoho!” Rachelle let out. It wasn’t terrible, but she wasn’t completely impervious to the ten finger tips that attacked either of her armpits. She felt defenseless because she tried, in vain to bring her arms down. The bed posts gave no such leeway. Not even a centimeter to her irritation and dismay.
Dajjay now mounted her slightly toned stomach and continued to tickle her freshly shaven underarms. He was positioning his hands at alternating points and Rachelle could do nothing more than turn her head from side to side in anguish. The weight of Dajjay sitting on her stomach caused her to feel even more trapped.
“Hahahahaha! Dohohon’t do thahahahahahat!
Despite her encouragement, Dajjay continued his attack on her underarms. He stopped for a few moments to bring out two feathers and then began to run them underneath her armpits.
“Ohoho nohohohohohoho!” She said in a comical horror.
“Oh yes.” Dajjay replied underneath his breath. He loved this feeling of empowerment and didn’t see that changing anytime soon. The tickling continued for another 15 minutes. At this point in time, Rachelle was doing a mixture of laughing and crying. Dajjay paused so that he would only hear the sobbing of his victim.
Rachelle had been going through a mixture of emotion throughout the entire ideal. Despite all the smiling and waving and being one of the most popular people on campus; always being the center of attention, Dajjay knew that Rachelle was depressed deep down inside. She was going to be in debt for at least a year after graduation, she had no family near by, no love interest in seemingly forever, but worst of all, she still hasn’t topped Dajjay. Sure she was the pro to his con. She was “popular” and he was “infamous”. She was a ”dolphin” and he was a “shark”. She was the “Red Sox” and he was the “Yankees”. She was “Tupac” and he was “The Notorious B.I.G.”
Despite her being more well received than the individual known as “Thunder Clap”, she simply didn’t have the same success. It wasn’t her fault, but Dajjay just seemed to run into more opportunity. She now had a new source of sadness. Thinking back to the first day of school, she now realized that she could subject to being ruthlessly tickled at any time. She continued to cry with all of these thoughts in mind, not that Mr. Dennis gave a flying hoot. On the contrary, he was actually going to resume tickling her. Up until she tried to speak anyway. Dajjay removed the gag out of curiosity.
“Who….are you?” she managed in between sniffles.
Dajjay was blank.
“I know………...that you’re still…there.” She said, still sniffling. “I feel you sitting….on top of my stomach..
A few minutes passed and he remained at a sit still.
“Can you at least speak?” Rachelle insisted.
To make the playing field as even as possible, he decided that he was going to speak but attempted to disguise his light Caribbean dialect. The result was a pattern of speech and accent not too different from that of the British.
“Fucking colonialism..” Dajjay muttered under his breath.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing!” responded Dajjay.
“Are you the same person that did this to me on the first day of school?” asked Rachelle.
“Indeed I am.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I find it to be quite the thrill.” he said as he dismounted her stomach and walked towards her feet at the end of the bed.
“Where’s the thrill in tickling a girl breathless?” she demanded as she felt the pressure leave her stomach. And where are you going off tohoohoohooo!? Ohoho my God stahahahap it, stop it stahahp it!”
“Excessive amount of demands, excessive amounts of questions, scarce amount of tickling” Dajjay calmly stated as he raked he raked her soles simultaneously with his short fingernails.
“Eeeeeeek!” Rachelle squealed as she writhed in her bonds.
Dajjay liked this method of torturing Rachelle also. Because her soles were long, he decided to take his time in travel from heel to toe. The few short minutes of long, deliberate, raked nail movements on the bottom of her beautiful feet was worse than the nearly half hour assault. Rachelle squealed all the way throughout and made Dajjay thank his lucky stars that she was situated in a room that faced outwards.
He now started to circle the ball of both of her feet at the same time which elicited a vocalization of a higher pitch. Rachelle couldn’t stand it. This madman was setting off the same circle of nerve endings and it seem to get worse with every revolution. She was even more annoyed that it was they both knew what he was going to do and yet, she was powerless to stop it.
He watched as tears continued to roll down Rachelle’s face and decided to see id he would be able to get her lungs to burst. Unfortunately for him, it never happened. On the contrary her noise was actually on the decline in terms of volume. Dajjay stopped tickling enough to allow Ms. Taylor to catch her breath.
“Stop……no……more……..” she said, gasping after every word.
“You surely, are unhealthy in the head, ma’am.” He kept his polite tone throughout the insult.
Almost immediately he set off on a different point of attack. He now used feathers to attack the area just underneath her toes, as he had done just a few months earlier. This was her worst spot on both days. The sensation in this area was quickly becoming unbearable. Even though she would’ve rather felt her pain receptors go off at this point, this was the most that she had laughed in a long time.
Dajjay was starting to find use for his ambidexterity with this tickling activity. He was able to keep both feather tips at the same point and move them in the same patterns simultaneously on each foot. Rachelle was attempting to keep her feet moving side to side and was able to do so successfully, however it provided no relief. It only tired her out more than she already was. It appeared as though he was going to be merciful, up until her phone rang.
He confiscated the cellular device from her pocket and examined the caller identification which simply read (Janice). Of course, seeing that he had to keep his identity secret for now, he decided to act surprised.
“And who is this, Janice?”
“My frihehehehehend!” Rachelle laughed (Dajjay had not stop tickling her defenseless feet.)
“Hmm, it is rather unfortunate that I am not fond of such a name.” the English-sounding lad replied.
With that Dajjay started to rapidly poke the feathers in between her toes causing her to shriek out. Seemingly, enough to crack the adjacent window. He then picked up the intensity and maintained it for another half hour in the middle of the girls well sustained toes. Rachelle passed out as she had done earlier in the year and Dajjay was let down by this.
He sat down for a few minutes next to her limp body and thought of ways to prevent this from happening in the future. Thankfully, tomorrow was going to be another day of tickling and he set his alarm to go off at 7 o’clock.
He stretched and yawned and then after saying his prayers, went to sleep on the living room couch.
TBC………………………………...................................................................................................
