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Truth Or Dare"
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This story features characters from the 1997-2002 MTV series "Daria."
Many events in the story refer to the Daria episodes "Art Burn", "Life in the Past Lane," and "Fat Like Me." Transcripts and/or summaries of these episodes can be seen on the website Outpost Daria (outpost-daria.com), along with descriptions of all the characters.
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"Sandi," said Linda. "I talked to Mr. Steele. He thinks he can help us. But you have to find that drawing."
It was unusual for Sandi Griffin to feel good after a conversation with her mother. Linda was a control freak's control freak.
But his was the best news Sandi had had in a long time. Especially since she now had a pretty good idea where the drawing was and how to find it.
"Thank you, Mother. I'll let you know when I find it. I think it will be very soon."
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The trouble had started two months ago when Sandi and the rest of Lawndale High's Fashion Club had gone to a local art fair. They had paid a caricature artist to do a drawing of the four of them. The drawing turned out to be completely insulting and inaccurate. He had portrayed them as scowling, bickering, mean-spirited girls, when everyone knew they were the epitome of well-dressed, cute, personable young womanhood.
It was an outrage. Sandi had prevailed upon Quinn Morgendorffer to ask her mother, a lawyer, to bring charges against the artist. But Helen Morgendorffer had told them all that there were no grounds for charges, no fraud, no misrepresentation, and furthermore, that artists could not be disbarred, grounded, or deported, and certainly not for a disagreeable drawing. Mrs. Morgendorffer refused to discuss it any further after Tiffany suggested finding someone to break the artist's fingers.
But Sandi's mother, Linda, thought differently. She would agree to pay for another lawyer, provided Sandi obtain the drawing, which had
disappeared sometime during their pleas to Mrs. Morgendorffer.
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"Quinn! It's for you! Telephone!" shouted Daria.
Quinn picked up the phone in her room. "You can hang up now, Daria."
"Hello, Quinn?" said Sandi.
"Hi, Sandi, what's up?" asked Quinn.
"Quinn, remember that drawing?"
"Uh, what drawing?"
"Those disgusting caricatures."
"Uh, sure, Sandi," said Quinn. "I never found it, even though you said you put it in my backpack at that Fashion Club meeting ..."
"Quinn, I think I know where it is."
"Uh, where, Sandi?"
"Stacy has it."
"Stacy? Why?"
"Quinn, do you remember Stacy complaining about the way she was portrayed in that drawing?"
"Sandi, I don't remember all the discussions we had about that ..."
"She didn't complain. You know, from what I remember, the artist didn't draw her too badly. Maybe she actually liked it."
"Sandi, that's no proof that she took it out of my backpack or wherever ..."
"Quinn, two days ago at the meeting at Stacy's house, I got a look inside her closet."
"I remember. You wanted to see what kind of sweater hangers she used."
"You know what I saw? She had some photographs and other stuff taped to the inside of the door. But there was a big empty spot in the middle, and some sticky marks left by the tape of something that had been there. I think she keeps the drawing in her closet and takes it down when the rest of us are there."
"Um, OK, Sandi, maybe she has it. But who cares? I don't want it ..."
"Quinn! Remember we were going to sue that artist!"
"Sandi, my mother refused to ever again discuss ..."
"Quinn, your mother is not the only lawyer in town. My mother thinks we have a good case and has found a lawyer who will take the case if we can come up with the drawing."
"OK, I'll ask Stacy ..."
"Quinn, I already asked Stacy. She denied having the drawing. But I could tell she was lying. You know how her eyes get big and her voice goes up when she's lying?"
"Sandi, maybe we should just forget about it."
"Quinn! Not when we have a lawyer who will take the case!"
"Who is this lawyer, Sandi?"
"Lawton Steele."
"Lawton Steele? Of Lye, Cheathem and Steele? Oh, my God, Sandi, I've heard my mother talk about him! He's like totally crooked and is going to be indicted for concealing evidence and jury tampering and ..."
"Quinn, he has agreed to take the case for a reasonable price. Providing we get the drawing."
"Well, if Stacy won't admit she has it ... "
"I'll get it from her. I've got a plan ..."
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Stacy Rowe smiled at the drawing taped up in her closet. That artist had been a wizard, showing her squabbling Fashion-mates with angry expressions. Very accurate.
She looked at her own representation. A sweet, innocent girl, smiling
coyly.
Stacy bit her lip, smiled, and blushed slightly.
Yeah, right, she thought. So innocent I stole it right under Sandi's nose. Teehee!
She considered what to wear to the meeting. At lunch today the girls had discussed what their favorite tops were, and the other three girls had agreed that Stacy looked best in her new blue tank top, even though they had only seen her in it once.
Tank top it is, thought Stacy.
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At the Fashion Club meeting, Sandi announced that four boys, Jeffy, Jamie, Joey and Robert, were going to be attending in order to offer "the male perspective" on fashion matters.
"Uh, Sandi," said Stacy, "we tried that once when you were ..."
Stacy hesitated.
"Yes, Stacy?" Sandi said sharply, knowing that Stacy was referring to the time Sandi broke her leg, got fat, quit the Fashion Club and tricked Quinn into quitting in sympathy. Stacy and Tiffany were the only members left, and finding a lack of qualified girls, tried to recruit boys into the Fashion Club.
"... uh, absent for reasons we won't discuss. Tiffany and I tried recruiting boys and it just didn't work ..."
The doorbell rang.
"There they are!" said Sandi, leaping up to answer the door.
The four boys entered and sat down with the girls. They all seemed a bit puzzled about what they were supposed to do.
"OK, guys," said Sandi. "Tonight the topic is jackets."
"Jackets?" said Joey, sounding disappointed.
"Yes, Joey. Jackets!" said Sandi firmly.
"We'd rather talk about miniskirts!" said Jamie.
"Or bikinis!" said Jeffy.
"Yeah! Bikinis!" the four boys said, more or less at once.
"Well, Stacy," said Sandi, "it appears you were correct. It is a waste of time to discuss fashion matters with boys. However, since we're all here, we might as well find something else to do."
Stacy thought that Sandi had given up awfully easily ...
Sandi was staring hard at Quinn.
"Uh, yeah, I've got an idea!" said Quinn, remembering what Sandi had told her to say. "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
"Does everyone know how to play?" asked Sandi.
Everyone nodded, except Stacy, who thought that the subject of the meeting was changing awfully fast.
"So who goes first?" asked Jamie.
"Like this, Jamie," said Jeffy, "Eeenie, meenie, miney, moe ..."
Good a way as any, thought Sandi.
Jeffy finished the rhyme pointing at Robert.
"Um, guys, shouldn't we, like, have some ground rules or something?" asked Stacy.
"Gee, Stacy, what *kind* of ground rules?" asked Sandi. Was Stacy going to ruin the whole thing? She had already played into Sandi's hands by wearing that tank top ...
"Maybe we should have a time limit on dares," suggested Joey.
"Yeah, so everyone gets a chance." said Jamie.
Sandi pondered. How long would she need?
"Fifteen minutes?" said Sandi.
"OK" said everyone except Stacy, still wondering what was going on.
"You turn to start, Robert," said Sandi.
"Quinn," said Robert, "truth or dare?"
"Ummm, uh, truth," said Quinn.
"Do you think I'm cute?" asked Robert.
Oh, God, thought Sandi. Another of Quinn's admirers. And stupid enough to put himself rather than Quinn on the spot in a Truth or Dare game.
Quinn sighed.
"No ..." she said.
Robert began to cry. He would be considered the biggest baby in school if he wasn't a 6'6" second team all-state linebacker ...
"... but you're *almost* cute," Quinn added.
"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" said Robert, gratefully.
"Your turn, Quinn," said Sandi.
"OK, Sandi. Truth or dare?"
Uh-oh, Sandi, thought. They had agreed that Quinn would get Sandi into the game early, but they hadn't discussed what question to use ...
"Truth," said Sandi.
"Have you ever had an erotic dream about Upchuck?" asked Quinn, referring to the geekiest boy in Lawndale High.
Nice try, Quinn, thought Sandi. But Sandi could answer this one with a clear conscience.
"No," said Sandi.
"C'mon, Sandi, you have to tell the truth in this game," said Quinn.
"If I had, Quinn, it would be a nightmare, not a dream, but I haven't had anything of the sort concerning Charles Ruttheimer. That *is* the truth!"
Oh, my God, though Stacy, I had a dream about Upchuck after he told me
about his dream about the mermaids and the fudge sauce. Just so no-one asks me ...
"OK, Stacy," said Sandi. "Truth or dare?"
"Uh, Sandi, can I ask a question about the rules?"
"What *is* it, Stacy?" Sandi was getting annoyed. Was Stacy going to find a way to wiggle out of this?
"Uh, can the same question be used twice?"
Sandi smirked. Quinn's question had turned out to be a godsend.
"Yes, Stacy, it can," said Sandi.
"Um, well then, dare," said Stacy.
Sandi had been counting on that. Rules or not, Stacy would have lied in answer to a "truth" about the drawing.
"Stacy, these four strong boys will pin you down while Tiffany, Quinn and I ..."
Sandi paused for dramatic effect ...
"... *tickle* you!"
"What!?" said Stacy. "Sandi, that's not ..."
"No rule against it," said Sandi. "As dares go, it's pretty mild, isn't it, guys?"
"Yeah, Stace" said Jamie, "usually it's something like running around the block completely naked. I had to do that once."
"Naked?" said Stacy.
"And all you have to remove is your sandals," said Sandi. "So you're getting off easy."
Stacy thought hard. To refuse a dare was considered a disgrace, as she had learned the last time she'd played this game many years ago. But then, being an animal lover, she could never have done such a thing to a cat.
And she wasn't, after all, unbearably ticklish. Maybe if she could act *completely* unticklish for a minute or so, Sandi would give up.
"Um, OK," said Stacy. "What do I do?"
"Lay spread-eagle on the carpet," said Sandi. "Joey and Jeffy, you two pin her ankles down. Robert and Jamie, you pin her wrists down. Don't let her move. Pretend it's, like, a goal-line stand or something." Sandi thought the four football players would understand that.
Stacy felt herself solidly pinned to the floor. She braced herself for the tickle attack. She wished she hadn't worn the tank top which gave such exposure to her armpits and navel, but Sandi probably would have had her change into one of hers otherwise.
"OK, Tiffany, you tickle her feet. Quinn, you get her armpits. I'll do her belly."
Stacy grimaced and closed her eyes. She felt Sandi straddle her midsection.
"Ticklish, Stacy?" teased Sandi.
"Not particularly," said Stacy, trying to sound casual.
Tiffany tickled her feet.
"Eeeheeehee," said Stacy, trying to keep a straight face.
Sandi lightly tickled her ribs.
"Mmmmmmph," said Stacy, grinning slightly, "Mmmmmm. Ha, ha."
Sandi frowned. This wouldn't work if Stacy wasn't more ticklish than that.
"Quinn, get started!" said Sandi.
Quinn tickled Stacy's armpits.
"Mmmmmph," Stacy said, trying to keep her mouth closed. "Mmmmm, heheee."
"OK, girls," said Sandi, sounding annoyed, "let's do this all together."
Stacy again braced for the co-ordinated attack.
"Uh, uh, uh, hahahaha, uh, uh, uh, mmmmph, hahahahah!" laughed Stacy.
"I think we're finally getting somewhere," said Sandi.
Sandi tried a spot closer to Stacy's hips.
"EEEEEE!!" said Stacy.
"That's more like it," said Sandi. Stacy was finally starting to buck a little.
"Hold on, guys," said Sandi, "she's going to struggle!"
Sandi tried the hips again.
"AHAHAHAH! EEEEheeeee, mmmmph," said Stacy, regaining a bit of control.
"C'mon! Do I have to do it all?" said Sandi.
Quinn and Tiffany began tickling more enthusisatically. For several
minutes Stacy alternated long stretches of light giggling with an
occasional belly-laugh.
"EEEEHEEEHEEE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!" laughed Stacy, finally breaking into a
full-fledged grin.
Sandi thought the moment was at hand.
"Sta-cee! Remember that drawing of the four of us? The one from the Art Fair? I think you have it, and I'd like you to give it to me. If you do, this dare will cease and you won't have to do any more dares tonight. Deal, Stacy?"
Sandi lightly tickled Stacy's ribs again.
"AHAHAHAHA!! EHEEEEHEEE!! Mmmmmmph!"
"What do you say, Stacy, you can stop right now!"
Stacy tried to think. She was starting to lose control. But the last thing she wanted to do was give up that picture. But how much time was left?
"MMMmmmmph!!! HEHEHEHEEEE!! MMMMmmmph, HAHAHA!!"
"Stacy? Do I get an answer?"
"I (heheheee) don't (hahaha) have it!" Stacy managed to say.
"Oh, I think you do, Stacy," said Sandi. "You're much too ticklish to hold out for another twelve minutes ..."
"Nine," said Robert.
"Robert, from here on out do not let Stacy know how much time she has left. Is that clear?" said Sandi sharply.
"Sorry, ma'am," said Robert.
"And keep holding on tight. Don't let her get away."
"EEEHEEEHEE HAHAHAHA!!" laughed Stacy, now starting to buck harder.
Sandi was getting worried. She thought Stacy would crack by now. Several more minutes went by.
"C'mon, Stacy! You can end this right now! Agree to give me the drawing!" said Sandi.
"MMmmmmMMMMph. Heeeheeehee." laughed Stacy.
Sandi thought Stacy was starting to get less ticklish, not more.
"How much time, Robert? Don't say it out loud."
"Five minutes," mouthed Robert silently.
"Tiffany," said Sandi, getting an idea. "Go upstairs and get my toothbrush. The electric one."
"Electriiic?" said Tiffany.
"Forget it, Tiffany. Quinn, you know where it is. Go upstairs and get it."
Quinn ran up the stairs.
"Tiffany, don't stop! Keep tickling!"
"Eeeeheehee!! AHAHAHA!! Mmmmmmph, mmmmmph, HAHAHAHA!"
What was keeping Quinn? She should have been back by now ...
"It's not in the medicine cabinet!" shouted Quinn from upstairs.
God, what now, thought Sandi.
"Wait a minute! I found it!" shouted Quinn, talking the stairs two at a time on her way back down.
Quinn handed the toothbrush to Sandi.
"Let's see how you handle *this*!" said Sandi. She turned on the toothbrush. Then she let it gently touch Stacy's ribs.
"AHAHAHAHH!!!! EHEHEHEEEE!! STOPIIIT!!"
Finally, thought Sandi, this was going to work. Stacy was bucking like mad now. Sandi had to press her knees together to keep from being thrown off.
"Tell me where the drawing is, and I'll stop," said Sandi.
"AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! IT'S ..."
"Yes?" said Sandi.
"AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAA!!"
Stacy was now struggling madly.
"I don't know if I can hold her much longer," said Jamie, a look of
desperation on his face."
Sandi suddenly realized she had missed a spot. She let the toothbrush
rest on Stacy's navel.
"AHAHAHAHAAA!!! HAHHAAAA!! STOOOPP!!! AHAHAHAA!!!"
The boys were holding on for dear life. Stacy was desperately struggling to break loose.
"The drawing, Stacy!" said Sandi. "Just say 'Yes' to agree!"
"AHAHAHAHAAA!!! NOOO!!!! HAHAHAAAAA!!!"
Stacy was struggling so hard she was pulling the boys around now.
"C'mon, Stacy! Just say it! Just say 'Yes"!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!! OK!!! SANDI!!! Y-"
Suddenly Stacy bucked upward so hard the toothbrush flew out of Sandi's hand.
"Damn it! She was starting to say 'yes'!"
Stacy drew a few well-needed breaths.
"Don't stop! Keep tickling! Where did that toothbrush go?" asked Sandi.
Stacy was barely giggling now.
"I think I went under the sofa, ma'am," said Robert.
"Quinn! Get it!"
Stacy was giggling softly while taking deep breaths.
Quinn reached under the sofa, retrieved the toothbrush, and handed it
to Sandi.
"OK, Stacy, I know you can't handle this. You were starting to agree .."
"Time's up, ma'am," said Robert. "Sorry."
Sandi fell to the floor, rolled over onto her stomach, and buried her face in her arms.
Stacy, now freed, lay on her back with her eyes closed, breathing freely.
Sandi suddenly looked up angrily.
"You two," she said, looking accusingly at Quinn and Tiffany, "didn't try hard enough!"
"It's over, Sandi," said Quinn.
"She started to agree! We *know* she has that drawing!"
"It's over," said Quinn again.
"No, it isn't," said Stacy, still short of breath.
Stacy sat up and looked around to get her bearings.
"It's not over," said Stacy. "It's my turn now."
The other seven looked at each other, then at her.
"The game. Let's continue. It's my turn," said Stacy, looking at Sandi with a hard expression.
"Well, you can't ask me one," said Sandi. "I was the last asker. That's the rule."
"Robert! Truth or dare?" asked Stacy, still a bit breathless.
Robert's eyes got wide for a minute.
"Uh, uh, dare," he said, uncertainly.
"OK, Robert, your dare is to pin Sandi's arms on the carpet over her
head ..."
"Stacy! That is *not* ..." said Sandi.
"Nothing in the rules against it," said Stacy, smirking. "Of course, you can wimp out. Actually, I guess Robert would have to wimp out."
Robert grabbed Sandi's wrists and pinned her to the floor.
"Sorry, ma'am," said Robert to Sandi.
Sandi kicked her legs wildly. "Let me go! Let me go!"
Damn, Robert is strong, she thought.
Stacy straddled Sandi and hitched up Sandi's t-shirt so her ribs and navel were exposed.
"Quinn," said Stacy, grinning, "give me the electric toothbrush ..."
PAYBACK IS A BEACH
By
Pseud O'Nym
Stacy Rowe lay on the soft beach towel and wondered if life could get any better than this. She had just finished her junior year at Lawndale High. And here she was at Ocean Town for a long June weekend with some of her best friends ever, soaking up the sun and fun with a few thousand other high school kids.
She felt the sun beating down on her body, which was dressed only in the briefest bikini she dared to wear. In a few minutes, Sandi's timer would ring; indicating her and her friends had had enough sun for now and should take refuge in the shade. Oh, well. Meanwhile, the hot sun felt so good. Almost perfect.
Stacy glanced over at her friends. Tiffany and Sandi were both lying on their stomachs, Quinn on her back. Quinn should really be careful about the sun, Stacy thought. Redheads always burn, don't they? Though Quinn didn't have the classic freckled complexion of the "pure" redhead, her skin was still rather pale.
Quinn. Only Quinn had marred the vacation. Last night the girls had all gone to an under-21 dance club. Stacy was hitting it off with a cute boy from Maine named Perry and, despite her wariness of strangers in such a place, had decided that she really wanted to be alone with him for a while. Just some necking, nothing more. But then Quinn butted in and started flirting with him and ...
Damn her. Why does Quinn always have to be so damn competitive about guys? She wouldn't have noticed Perry if Stacy hadn't hooked up with him first. Frikkin' Quinn ...
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Sandi Griffin felt the sun beating on her back. This is the life, she thought. Why would anyone want to live anywhere but near a beach? It was several hours from Lawndale. Why couldn't her parents have lived in someplace like this, where she could visit the beach any time the weather was warm - better yet, live far enough south so the weather was always warm. Then she could always have a perfect tan.
She looked over at her friends. She saw Stacy, eyes closed, with a faint smile. Tiffany was on her stomach. Sandi couldn't tell if Tiffany was awake or asleep. Quinn, with her floppy hat and sunglasses – redheads couldn't be too careful - seemed to be dozing.
It would serve Quinn right if she stayed out too long and got burned, Sandi thought. Quinn had spent much of the night dancing with a hottie named Thad, whom Sandi fancied. Thad was way too tall for Quinn, Sandi thought. Of course, Quinn hadn't even noticed Thad until she saw Sandi trying to catch his eye.
Yep, it would serve her right if she got bad sunburn - or whatever.
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Tiffany Blum-Deckler appeared to be asleep, but she wasn't. She wondered if her mother had often lain on the beach like this. Her mother had grown up in Hong Kong, which is on the ocean. She knew that her mother's father had lived on a sampan as a boy. Maybe the ocean just wasn't a big deal to people who lived on it, or near it, all the time. It was to Tiffany, though. She loved it - the sun, the water, all of it.
She was thinking about Hong Kong, which she had never seen, because she had met a boy from Canada at that dance club last night, an immigrant from Hong Kong. The boy, Wong, had lived in Hong Kong until he was 13 years old and was interested in hearing about Tiffany's mother. He was also impressed by the few Cantonese phrases Tiffany could remember hearing her mother use - he said Tiffany had a perfect accent - until Quinn jumped in, took over the conversation, and went for a walk on the boardwalk with Wong.
That wasn't very nice of her, Tiffany thought. Tiffany knew Quinn had done it on purpose. That was so wrong.
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The timer rang gently, and Sandi stood up and pulled on a terry-cloth robe. Stacy and Tiffany both sat up on the sand. Only Quinn remained on her towel. She was breathing heavily. Obviously she had fallen asleep.
Sandi looked at Stacy and Tiffany and put her finger to her lips, motioning to both of them to be quiet. Then she signaled for them to join her about 20 feet away from Quinn. Both had also put on robes to protect them from the sun.
"I think we should just let her lay there a get a bad sunburn, don't you?" Sandi said.
"Sandi, that's really mean,” Stacy answered.
"Last night we were all having a good time and meeting some fun guys," said Sandi. "And instead of finding a guy of her own, Quinn had to horn in on ours. All three of them. It's like a compulsion or whatever!"
"Yahhh, a compulsionn," said Tiffany.
"Yeah, I know," said Stacy. "She pissed me off, too. But that's no reason to do something that could really hurt her. A bad sunburn could put her in the hospital. Do *you* want to explain to her mother how that happened with all of us here?"
"Yeah, well, we ought to do something to make her pay," grumbled Sandi.
"Maybee if we didn't tallk to herr the rest of the tiime we're heere," said Tiffany.
"Uh, Tiffany, I don't think that would bother her so much as long as guys talked to her, and it won't stop her from talking to us," said Stacy. "She might not even notice."
"Well, Stacy, you seem to be good at shooting down our ideas, do you have any of your own?" said Sandi, glaring at Stacy with a challenging look. "Unless, of course, you think she should get off scot-free or something."
Stacy sighed. She wondered if Sandi was making too big a deal of this. As if Sandi wasn't as competitive as Quinn about guys. Still, last night had rankled Stacy, and it wasn't Sandi doing the rankling.
Stacy looked over at Quinn pensively. Then Stacy began to grin fiendishly.
"Yeah, I've got an idea," said Stacy wickedly. "And it won't *hurt* her a bit ..."
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Quinn Morgendorffer was dreaming. She was slowly walking up the aisle of a giant cathedral, dressed in elegant robes, to her coronation as Queen of ... well, whatever. The crown had more jewels than she had ever seen, a handsome prince waited for her and...
Quinn suddenly woke. She felt herself being lifted by her hands and feet. She blinked and saw that Stacy and Tiffany each had hold of one of her ankles, and flung her head back to see Sandi holding both her arms by the wrists.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Squealed Quinn. She felt herself being dropped into a deep hole in the sand, butt first, her feet sticking up in the air. She tried awkwardly to pull herself out, but Sandi and Stacy and Tiffany were filling the hole with sand and she found herself buried, with only her head and feet sticking out.
"Uh, guys, this isn't very comfortable. And I can't move. Why don't you unbury me?" Quinn asked. She sounded a bit scared, because she saw the other girls smirking like something was about to happen. The other girls were patting the sand down so it was firm. Quinn tried to struggle, but couldn't move.
"Oh, no, Quinn," teased Sandi. "We feel better with you right there. We want to meet some guys, and you can't steal them from us if you're buried in the sand."
"Who's stealing?" pleaded Quinn. "None of us have boyfriends here. We were all just talking and dancing with some guys last night."
"But, Quinn, it seems you only want to talk and dance with guys the rest of us have already picked out," said Stacy. Quinn felt fear in the pit of her stomach. There was something ominous in Stacy's teasing tone.
"Yahhh," said Tiffany.
"C'mon! We, uh, all have such great taste in guys that of course we're all going to pick the same ones! The best ones! C'mon, let me out of here!" said Quinn.
"But, Quinn, the rest of us all picked out *different* guys," said Sandi, "and you decided you liked all three of ours."
"Yeahhh, Quinnn," said Tiffany.
"You can't just leave me here!" said Quinn. "I'll get sunburned!"
"Well, Quinn," said Stacy, "most of you is buried under the sand. Oh, I see, you lost your floppy hat when we picked you up. Sorry."
Stacy didn't sound sorry, but she picked up the hat and put it on Quinn's head.
"There, Quinn, now your face won't get sunburned!"
"But, Stacy," said Sandi in that mocking tone only Sandi could manage, "her feet will get sunburned!"
"OK, we have some sun lotion here," said Stacy, grinning evilly. Tiffany handed her a bottle and Stacy began to spread some lotion on her fingertips.
"No, no, no! Don't touch my feet!" yelled Quinn, her eyes wide with fear.
Stacy knelt down in front of Quinn's feet.
"Why not, Quinn?" smirked Stacy. "We don't want your feet to burn."
"Gee, Quinn," said Sandi, "is there some *reason* why you don't want us to touch your feet?"
"Yeahh, Quinnn," said Tiffany, "whyy nott?"
"Um, uh, no special reason," said Quinn, trying unconvincingly to sound nonchalant, but her voice quavering, "Could you just undig me here? Now?"
"But, Quinn," said Sandi, "if we undig you, you'll steal our guys again."
Stacy started gently applying the lotion with her fingertips.
"NONONONONO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" screamed Quinn, "Stop it! That tickles!"
"Ooooh, you're ticklish!" teased Stacy, chuckling with pleasure. She continued applying lotion. "I'll just *bet* that's why you didn't want us to touch your feet."
"HAHAHAH STOP!! HAHAHAHAHA CUT IT OUT!! NONO HAHAHAHAHA!!" Quinn laughed, gasping, "That’s enough! I can't stand having my feet tickled! Let me out of here!"
"Did you hear that?" said Stacy, grinning, "Quinn can't *stand* having her feet tickled. And she's completely at our mercy."
"Stacy!! Don't!" screamed Quinn.
"This is going to be so much *fun*" said Stacy, grinning even more.
Stacy delicately applied more lotion with her fingertips.
"HAHAHAHAHA!! (gasp) DAMMIT!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! (gasp) STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn was gulping desperately for air. She fought against the wide smile forming on her lips.
"Gee, Quinn," mocked Sandi, "you're smiling. You *must* be enjoying this. Tiffany, I think Quinn needs some lotion on her other foot, too."
"NONONO THAT'S ENOUGH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Tiffany knelt down, took the bottle from Stacy, and began applying lotion to Quinn's other foot. Quinn was desperately trying to squirm free, but couldn't budge the wet, heavy sand.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NO!!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEEEASE DON'T!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Heyy, Quinnn! Are your tooees ticklishhh?"
"NONONO TIFFANYY!! ... HAHAHA!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!! NOT MY TOES!! HAHAHAHA!!"
"Quinn, I never noticed you had such high arches," grinned Stacy. She lightly traced the length of Quinn's arch with a fingernail.
"NOOOOO STACY!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHHA!!! (gasp) NOT THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Ooooh, Quinn! Does that tickle? Don't you just hate it when I do that?" taunted Stacy, slowly running her nail down Quinn's arch again.
"HAHA!! (gasp) HAHAHA! (gasp) DON'T (gasp) DO (gasp) THAT!!! HAHAHAH!!"
"I hope you had as much fun with Perry as I'm having with you, Quinn," said Stacy, slowly running her nail up and down Quinn's arch again. "It would be such a shame if you didn't."
"AHAHA!!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) STOPITTTTT!!! STACYYY!!! YOU CAN HAVE PERRY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! NOW STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Quinn was shaking her head violently. Her usually well-combed hair was now matted in sweaty strands across her face. He lips were drawn back almost to her ears in a huge, involuntary grin.
"This little piggy went to market ...” teased Tiffany, "and this little piggy went for a walk with Wong."
"NONO TIFFANY!! HAHAHAHAHA!! NONO!! STACYYYY!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOP IT!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEEEASE!! GODDAMMIT!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! QUITIT!! HAHAHA!!"
"You've lost your hat again, Quinn" said Sandi, picking it up off the sand. "We don't want you to get sunburned, after all." Sandi put Quinn's hat back on Quinn's head.
"HELP ME!! HAHAHAHAH!!! (gasp) NONONO!!! HAHAHAHHAHA!!! PLEEEEEASE STOP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn's head was thrown back, her neck muscles straining, her mouth open with laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"That looks like fun, Stacy," said Sandi with exaggerated politeness, "may I please have a turn?"
"NONONONO!!! NOT SANDI!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Of course, Sandi," said Stacy, "I'm not one to monopolize things. You know, like guys - or feet."
"HAHAHAHA!! STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! DAMMIT!! NONONO!!"
Sandi carefully and softly rubbed lotion between each of Quinn's toes. Quinn was now drenched in sweat, her face beet-red, and her hair tangled, but her teeth-baring grin seemed to have grown even wider.
"HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) NONONONOTMYTOES!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! CUTITOUT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEASESTOP!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!!!"
"What was that thing Stacy did with her fingernails? Was it like this?" Sandi slowly ran her fingernail up Quinn's arch as Stacy had done.
"GODDAMMIT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) NOT THAATTT!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Such a racket you're making, Quinn. And I'm barely even touching you," Sandi teased, tracing Quinn's arch back in the other direction.
"PLEEEEEASE (gasp) STOPIT!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) DAMMIT SANDI!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn was still trying to move the sand, but could barely wiggle her fingers.
"Gee, Quinn, it's for your own good that we're protecting your feet from sunburn," mocked Sandi, "it's just too, too bad that you're *sooooo* ticklish!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! ICANTSTANDIT!!! (gasp) STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"You know, Quinn," said Sandi, "I'm beginning to think you don't like being tickled. In fact, I think you *really* hate being tickled. Like we really hate you stealing the hot guys we saw first."
"HAHAHAHA!!! THATSENOUGH!!! SANDI!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! CUTITOUT!!! HAHAHA!!"
"You didn't even notice Thad until I did, Quinn," said Sandi, "I hope he was worth it."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! STOPPITTTT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Having fun, Quinn?" teased Stacy, now standing and watching, ",'cause *we* sure are!"
"HAHAHAHA!! THIS ISN'T FUNNYSTACY!!! HAHAHAHA!!! LETMEGOSANDI!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
"Thiss waas such a coool ideaa, Stacyy," said Tiffany, "didd you knoow she waas soo ticklissh?"
"SANDI! STOP!! HAHAHA!!! NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUIT IT!!! HAHAHA!!"
"One day in the library at school," said Stacy, "I overheard her sister telling that friend of hers that when she and Quinn were little and she got really mad at Quinn, she'd sit on Quinn's legs and tickle her feet and Quinn would just go ballistic."
"HAHAHAHA!! THATSENOUGH!!! HAHAHAHA!!! CUTITOUTTT!!"
"Yeahhh, shee's *reallyy* ticklisshh," said Tiffany, smiling.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! DAMMIT STOPPP!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUITITTTT!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
"And she just absolutely *hates* every second of this. Such lovely, sweet revenge," said Stacy, smirking. "It's so funny even Quinn's laughing about it,” Stacy chuckled and grinned wickedly at Quinn, "aren't you, Quinn?"
"HAHAHA!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) STOPPPP ITTTTT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! IT'S NOT FUNNY DAMMIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, but its *very* funny, Quinn - for *us*, not for *you*," said Sandi. "and we're not going to stop until we're really sure you won't steal our guys when we go back to that dance club tonight."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP IT!!! I PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!!! NOW STOP!!! HAHAHAHA!!"
"Sorryyy, Quinnn," said Tiffany. "I'm nott convinnnced yettt." Said Tiffany, "tickle, tickle, tickle!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!! (gasp) QUITIT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!! I REALLYYY PROMISE!!! AHAHAHAHAHA STOPPP!!"
"Your promises are not very convincing, Quinn," said Stacy, "we'll just keep tickling your feet until you sound sincere."
"NONONO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ICANTTAKEANYMORE!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHA!!! I REALLYY REALLLYY PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Stacy happened to glance into the distance, at the boardwalk. She recognized someone there.
"HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) HAHAH!! (gasp) STOPPP!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, Sandi, Tiff. I'll be right back." Stacy sprinted off toward the boardwalk.
"HAHAHAHA!!! STOPITSANDI!!! NONONO!!! HAHAHA!!!"
"Gee, Quinn, you've lost your hat again. You could get sunburned being so careless. Put it back on her, Tiffany, and then work on her other foot. Run your fingernail along her arch that gets her the worst ..."
"DAMMIT!! HAHAHAHA!! TIFFANYYY!!! NOT THAT!! HAHAHAHA!!! STOPPPP!!! HAHA!!!"
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Up on the boardwalk, Stacy found the three boys she'd seen from a distance. They were all in swim trunks.
"Hey, guys!"
"Stacy!" said Joey.
"Hey, there, Stace!" said Jeffy.
"Hey, Stacy, where's Quinn?" asked Jamie.
"I thought you guys were going to Sea City?" asked Stacy.
"The hotels were full up," said Joey, "and Jamie forgot to get a reservation."
"I told you I *got* it. The hotel musta lost it or something." Grumbled Jamie.
"So we called and found a room here," said Jeffy. "Only an hour and a half away. So where's Quinn?"
"You always have fun when you're with Quinn, don't you?" asked Stacy, grinning.
"Sure. Yeah!" said Joey.
"You guys really want to have fun with Quinn?" said Stacy, with a broader grin. "C'mon down to the beach with me ..."
STOCKING FEET
By Pseud O'Nym
(This is a sequel to "Payback Is A Beach")
"C'mon, girls! You can't just stay in the hotel all day!"
Daria and Quinn were still in bed, half-asleep, sharing a room adjoining
their parents'. Helen had just opened the connecting door to wake them.
She and Jake were already dressed and ready to go.
"Mmmmphhh," said Daria.
Quinn let out a sound halfway between a yawn and a snore.
"C'mon, girls, up and at 'em! If us old fogies can do it ..." started
Jake.
"Speak for yourself, Jake," said Helen.
Daria had managed to sit up on the side of the bed, blinking her eyes.
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
"It's nine o'clock," said Helen. "No reason for two healthy teenagers to
still be still in bed."
"I get the bathroom first," said Daria.
"Hey!" said Quinn, sitting straight up in bed, now fully awake.
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Jake and Helen were in Middleton for the annual Alumni Summer Weekend Bash.
Daria had come along because Jane was at art camp and it was better than
hanging around Lawndale alone for a weekend. Quinn had come because she still
didn't feel like hanging out with her usual friends after what had happened
the previous weekend at the beach.
Jake and Helen had already left the hotel for a day of alumni activities,
leaving Daria and Quinn to amuse themselves before tonight's cookout and
reception to which non-alumni family were welcome.
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Quinn finished in the bathroom and came out to find Daria reading a book,
as usual.
"Wow! You look almost normal!" said Quinn.
"The last time you said that to me we were going to Alternapalooza," said
Daria.
"I can't believe you're actually wearing that Middleton t-shirt and athletic
shorts that Mom bought us!" said Quinn.
"Quinn, it's over 90 degrees out today. And muggy. I'm not wearing my
jacket in that heat. I didn't bring anything else."
"You should *never* wear that ugly jacket, Daria ..." started Quinn.
"Well, are we dressing alike today? The thought is scary," said Daria.
"I guess we are," said Quinn, pulling on her own t-shirt and shorts.
Daria started to put on her boots.
"What are you doing?" said Quinn. "You can't wear boots with an outfit
like that! Here, I have an extra pair of sandals."
The boots *would* be hot, thought Daria. She put on the sandals.
"Thanks, Quinn."
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Quinn and Daria walked out of the hotel onto Middleton's "Main Drag" which
adjoined the campus. Quinn decided she wanted to check out the store with
all the Middleton College clothing, and Daria wanted to check out the used
book store, so they split up and agreed to meet in the town square which was
right across the block.
Quinn bought a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and walked over to the square. Daria
wasn't there yet; she must still be in the bookstore.
Quinn sat down on a bench to wait. She flirted superficially with a couple
of Middleton college boys. Finally she closed her eyes and felt the warm
sun beating down on her.
The sun brought back memories of the previous weekend. She was still
smoldering over being buried and tickled by Sandi, Stacy and Tiffany. They
said it was because she'd taken their boyfriends. Excuse me? Like when
does a guy become your property just because you look at him?
She wished she could think of some way to do the same to them. But they
had overpowered her, three against one. No way could she do the same.
She had felt so helpless and humiliated. That, of course, was why they did
it.
Besides, she didn't even know if they were ticklish. Their plan had only
worked as well as it did because her own feet were so insanely ticklish,
and they had known that.
That had been Daria's fault. Damn her for blabbing to Jane about Quinn's
ticklishness in the school library where Stacy could overhear.
Suddenly Quinn realized what she was looking at. It was right in front of
her. A way to get revenge. Not on Sandi or Stacy or Tiffany, but on
Daria.
Well, it *was* really Daria's fault! If she hadn't told Jane ...
Quinn thought for several minutes, and came up with a plan.
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Quinn watched from the square as Daria came out of the bookstore carrying
a package. She watched two college boys give Daria the once-over as she
crossed the street. Daria probably didn't even notice. Shorts and sandals
were so much more flattering to her legs than that dorky skirt and boots.
She waved to Daria from the bench. Daria spotted her and walked over.
"Well, where do we go now? That cookout isn't for hours yet," said Daria.
"Oh, this square is interesting," said Quinn casually.
"Really?" said Daria. "I don't see any clothes for sale here."
"Ha, ha, Daria. I meant the historical stuff. Now, I brought my camera with
me, I want to take some pictures."
"Of what?" asked Daria.
"Well, why don't you take a picture of me next to that statue?" said Quinn,
handing Daria the camera.
"Um, OK, if you want," said Daria, a bit puzzled.
"It's *very* historical, Daria. I read the plaque. This is a statue of
Hiram Augustus Middleton, who founded this town and the college, too."
Daria wasn't quite sure why Quinn wanted this, but Quinn was posing by the
statue and Daria snapped the picture.
"Now this thing is interesting," said Quinn, moving to a structure next to
the statue. "It's called a pillory."
"I know what it's called, Quinn."
Quinn put her head and wrists into the pillory. Unfortunately, the fit was
rather loose. She could have pulled her hands out quite easily. If the
other thing was like this, her plan wouldn't work.
"OK, Daria, take my picture!"
What a ham, Daria thought, she's just getting a bunch of pictures of herself.
"OK, Daria, now let me get one of you!" said Quinn.
"Um, where?"
"No, we already have a picture of the pillory. How about the stocks?"
Quinn held her breath ...
"OK," said Daria unenthusiastically.
Daria sat on the low bench and put her ankles into the holes. There was an
inner set of holes and an outer set. Daria used the smaller, inner set.
Quinn closed the top part and quickly looked at the way the holes fit around
the ankles. She smiled inwardly. It looked quite snug. She silently shot
the wooden bolt that held the stocks in place. Daria didn't notice.
She had fallen into trap.
Quinn tried to conceal her smirk as she backed up to take the picture.
She saw Daria's usual deadpan expression through the viewfinder. She
thought about how different Daria's expression would be in a minute or two.
Quinn snapped the picture.
Daria tried to push open the stocks. They wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Quinn, I think this thing is stuck," said Daria.
"No, it isn't. I locked it," said Quinn, sitting down on the ground
cross-legged in front of the stocks, right in front of Daria's feet.
"Well, open it. You didn't need to lock it to take a picture." said Daria.
"Oh, I like it better the way it is," said Quinn, teasingly.
"C'mon, Quinn. I don't want to stay here. Open it up!"
"Daria, do you know what happened to me last weekend?" said Quinn, gently.
"You went to the beach with your friends. Now open this up ..."
"They ganged up on me and buried me in the sand. Only my head and feet were
sticking out. I couldn't move," continued Quinn.
Daria rattled the stocks.
"C'mon, Quinn, let me out of here."
"Do you know what they did next? They tickled my feet. For a long time,"
said Quinn, slowly.
"That's too bad," said Daria, "but what ..."
"And it was your fault," said Quinn, "because Stacy overheard you telling
Jane how ticklish my feet are."
"Quinn, what are you talking about?" said Daria, exasperated.
"You told Jane about how you used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. Stacy
overheard you. In the school library. It was your fault, Daria," said Quinn.
Quinn slowly pulled off Daria's sandals.
Daria realized with a panic what this was leading to.
"Quinn!! Let me out of here now!! Don't you dare...!!"
Daria reached for the latch but it was out of reach.
Quinn reached out and lightly ran her forefinger over Daria's right sole.
"AAAAAHHHH!!" screamed Daria. "Don't do that!!"
"Gee, Daria, I think you're worse than me. I barely touched you."
"Please, Quinn," pleaded Daria. Daria tried to reach over the top of the
stocks to protect her feet but it was too high.
Quinn scribbled her fingers over both of Daria's feet. Daria shook her head
violently.
"AHAHAHAH!! STOOPPPIT!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"It tickles, doesn't it, big sister?" giggled Quinn.
"Quinn, I'll pay you ..."
"This isn't about money, Daria."
Quinn was now concentrating on Daria's left arch. Daria bucked wildly on
the bench.
"AHAHAHAAAAAH!! QUITIT! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Ooh," teased Quinn. "I think your arches are really ticklish. Must be
a genetic trait. I was the same way."
"AAAAH! AAAAH! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOP!"
"Hmmm, let's try the other arch now," said Quinn thoughtfully.
"EEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Can't forget those toes!"
"AHAHA!! AHAHA!! NOOOOO! (gasp) STOOOOPIT!! AHAHAHA!!"
"Hmmm, I think the arches worked better ..."
"AHAHAHA!! QUIIIIN!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHA!!"
Quinn stopped for a moment. Daria's hair was strewn across her sweat-
drenched face. Daria was gasping so hard she could hardly speak. They
both noticed that several people had stopped to watch from a distance.
Quinn chuckled as she noticed Daria's face, already red from exertion,
get noticeably redder.
"Quinn," she said, "I'll pay you anythi -"
Quinn began lightly scribbled her fingers over both feet again. Daria
was bucking and straining, but her feet were held fast.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!!(gasp) STOOOOPIT!!! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!"
"How can you think of money at such a special sisterly moment like this?"
asked Quinn, grinning.
"AHAHAHA!!! QUIIIIN!!! AHAHAAAAAAH!!! STOOOP!! AHAHAHA!!"
"I'm making you smile, Daria," teased Quinn in a sing-songy voice, returning
to Daria's arches.
"AAAAAH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"I finally got Gloomy Daria to laugh and smile," Quinn continued.
"NOOOO!! AHAHAHAHA!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey there!"
Quinn heard a voice behind her. She turned to see two college-age boys.
"Hi," said Quinn.
Daria used to the pause to try to catch her breath.
"So what is this? Some sort of sorority initiation?" asked the other boy.
Quinn noticed the two boys had identical t-shirts with some large Greek
letters on them.
Quinn thought quickly answered, "Why, yes, yes it *is*! I'm Quinn, by the
way."
"I'm Mark," said the one boy.
"Kyle," said the other.
Daria had regained enough breath to speak.
"No," she gasped, this isn't a soro -"
Quinn quickly resumed tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"So what sorority are you with?" asked Mark, as Quinn continued tickling.
"AAHAAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Uh, Beta Beta Beta," said Quinn. It was only Greek letter she could think
of.
"Never heard of it," said Kyle, frowning.
"It's just new this year," said Quinn. "Look, guys, you're in a fraternity,
right?"
"Of course," said Mark.
"Well, then, you can participate in this. Each of you take one foot and
just keep tickling. Make sure you get her arches. And don't stop tickling,
you have to keep her going until I tell you to stop, OK?"
"Cool!" they both said at once.
Quinn backed away as the two boys moved in.
"No," gasped Daria, "we're not ..."
But the boys started tickling.
"AAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHAHAA!!"
"That's good," said Quinn, "remember the arches!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, this is really cool!" said Mark.
"Yeah, we'll have to check out Beta Beta Beta," said Kyle, "they have some
cute chicks and great initiations."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Quinn picked up her camera and took several pictures of Daria and the frat
boys. She figured that Daria would show up only as a blur, the way she was
flailing. But that was OK.
Then Quinn sat down on the bench to watch and enjoy her revenge.
The Fashion Tickle (incomplete) by Heather and Anna
It had been a week since the torture of Daria and 3 weeks since that of Stacy and Sandi. Quinn noticed that after her sister's torment, Daria has remained the same bitch she had always been. It annoyed her that her cold, deadpan sister didn't even change after 2 hours of tickling!!! She wanted her sister so feel awful. After all Jane and Daria had tickled her a lot! There was only one solution: to get her friends on board! The Fashion Club had got her pretty severely and only Tiffany had escaped the tickling torture! Still she needed her friends again! And one friend above all: Sandi. Quinn had always been drawn to the strong willed brunette, her main rival and all round hottie. Sandi had such confidence, poise, strength and was capable of actually being smart. In some ways, Sandi was a meaner yet better version of her Quinn thought. Seeing her stuck up friend get tortured by Stacy has been a real treat! Maybe she would get a chance at her, if she was really good.
“Quinn, like why did it take you two weeks to talk to us?” asked Sandi. “Yeah, Quinn. You still like us don’t you?” continued a nervous Stacy. “Ye-ahh! We’re your friends! Not calling is SOOO WRA-ONG!” responded Tiffany. "I know you guys, I missed you too!" she said, hugging them all. "So, what is the emergency, or whatever?" asked Sandi, with a mean grin. "I was just thinking that you know, popular girls in other schools, who are almost as pretty as us are turning unpopular kids into almost as popular and pretty as us and supermodels can make unpopular kids into popular kids, making them more popular than they were before they made the unpopular kids popular. And magazine people choose supermodels who like making an impact. We are way prettier and more popular than those girls, but all the many unpopular kids are making magazine people not look at us as supermodels!" she replied. "Yes, Quinn you are right!" spoke Sandi, miffed it wasn't her idea. "SAndi, coming from you that is the Biggest compliment ever! I only wish I was as smart as you!" replied Quinn. Sandi gave that arrogant look of superiority and QUinn internally smiled. Sandi was so easy to manipulate if you stroke her vanity. "SOOO, like how do we turn the you know the unpopular girls which is SOOO WRA-ONG into popular girls!" asked the slowly speaking ditsy Tiffany. Quinn grinned and unveiled her plan to all them explaining how Sandi gave her the idea.
Daria woke up to find herself tied securely to the bed. The 4 Fashion Club drones had taken place at different points of Daria's bed. Quinn at her feet, Tiffany at her left side and Stacy on her right side. Sandi was watching them. Daria was wearing only a cotton bra and panties. "What the hell is going on here?" said Daria in a slighty annoyed voice. "Silence, B-rain! You have been found guilty by members of the Fashion Clubbe, of being unpopular and dragging down our good names." replied Sandi. Daria rolled her eyes. "Therefore we shall transform you into something more appropriate!" shot out a rather pissed Sandi, venom coming from her mouth. Daria made no move. Sandi left the room and return with... featherdusters. Daria's eyes went wide as saucers as Quinn grinned evilly. When Sandi's passed them around, Daria's face returned to stoical. Quinn's grin threatened to break her face, she knew Daria would not be able to resist. "Um... Sandi?" asked the slowly speaking dimwit TIffany. "uggh! What now, TIffany?" asked Sandi. "Can I... get her button?" requested Tiffany. "Fine! Whatever!" responded Sandi. Quinn was enjoying herself, Tiffany wanted to tickle her sister bad! Tiffany hadn't been tickled yet thought Quinn, she vaguely recalled her drunken adventure of tickling Stacy and Sandi. They all had a little too much wine after the boys left. "Never again!" Quinn told herself. They all got ready to pounce and tickle the daylights out of Daria!
Truth Or Dare"
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This story features characters from the 1997-2002 MTV series "Daria."
Many events in the story refer to the Daria episodes "Art Burn", "Life in the Past Lane," and "Fat Like Me." Transcripts and/or summaries of these episodes can be seen on the website Outpost Daria (outpost-daria.com), along with descriptions of all the characters.
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"Sandi," said Linda. "I talked to Mr. Steele. He thinks he can help us. But you have to find that drawing."
It was unusual for Sandi Griffin to feel good after a conversation with her mother. Linda was a control freak's control freak.
But his was the best news Sandi had had in a long time. Especially since she now had a pretty good idea where the drawing was and how to find it.
"Thank you, Mother. I'll let you know when I find it. I think it will be very soon."
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The trouble had started two months ago when Sandi and the rest of Lawndale High's Fashion Club had gone to a local art fair. They had paid a caricature artist to do a drawing of the four of them. The drawing turned out to be completely insulting and inaccurate. He had portrayed them as scowling, bickering, mean-spirited girls, when everyone knew they were the epitome of well-dressed, cute, personable young womanhood.
It was an outrage. Sandi had prevailed upon Quinn Morgendorffer to ask her mother, a lawyer, to bring charges against the artist. But Helen Morgendorffer had told them all that there were no grounds for charges, no fraud, no misrepresentation, and furthermore, that artists could not be disbarred, grounded, or deported, and certainly not for a disagreeable drawing. Mrs. Morgendorffer refused to discuss it any further after Tiffany suggested finding someone to break the artist's fingers.
But Sandi's mother, Linda, thought differently. She would agree to pay for another lawyer, provided Sandi obtain the drawing, which had
disappeared sometime during their pleas to Mrs. Morgendorffer.
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"Quinn! It's for you! Telephone!" shouted Daria.
Quinn picked up the phone in her room. "You can hang up now, Daria."
"Hello, Quinn?" said Sandi.
"Hi, Sandi, what's up?" asked Quinn.
"Quinn, remember that drawing?"
"Uh, what drawing?"
"Those disgusting caricatures."
"Uh, sure, Sandi," said Quinn. "I never found it, even though you said you put it in my backpack at that Fashion Club meeting ..."
"Quinn, I think I know where it is."
"Uh, where, Sandi?"
"Stacy has it."
"Stacy? Why?"
"Quinn, do you remember Stacy complaining about the way she was portrayed in that drawing?"
"Sandi, I don't remember all the discussions we had about that ..."
"She didn't complain. You know, from what I remember, the artist didn't draw her too badly. Maybe she actually liked it."
"Sandi, that's no proof that she took it out of my backpack or wherever ..."
"Quinn, two days ago at the meeting at Stacy's house, I got a look inside her closet."
"I remember. You wanted to see what kind of sweater hangers she used."
"You know what I saw? She had some photographs and other stuff taped to the inside of the door. But there was a big empty spot in the middle, and some sticky marks left by the tape of something that had been there. I think she keeps the drawing in her closet and takes it down when the rest of us are there."
"Um, OK, Sandi, maybe she has it. But who cares? I don't want it ..."
"Quinn! Remember we were going to sue that artist!"
"Sandi, my mother refused to ever again discuss ..."
"Quinn, your mother is not the only lawyer in town. My mother thinks we have a good case and has found a lawyer who will take the case if we can come up with the drawing."
"OK, I'll ask Stacy ..."
"Quinn, I already asked Stacy. She denied having the drawing. But I could tell she was lying. You know how her eyes get big and her voice goes up when she's lying?"
"Sandi, maybe we should just forget about it."
"Quinn! Not when we have a lawyer who will take the case!"
"Who is this lawyer, Sandi?"
"Lawton Steele."
"Lawton Steele? Of Lye, Cheathem and Steele? Oh, my God, Sandi, I've heard my mother talk about him! He's like totally crooked and is going to be indicted for concealing evidence and jury tampering and ..."
"Quinn, he has agreed to take the case for a reasonable price. Providing we get the drawing."
"Well, if Stacy won't admit she has it ... "
"I'll get it from her. I've got a plan ..."
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Stacy Rowe smiled at the drawing taped up in her closet. That artist had been a wizard, showing her squabbling Fashion-mates with angry expressions. Very accurate.
She looked at her own representation. A sweet, innocent girl, smiling
coyly.
Stacy bit her lip, smiled, and blushed slightly.
Yeah, right, she thought. So innocent I stole it right under Sandi's nose. Teehee!
She considered what to wear to the meeting. At lunch today the girls had discussed what their favorite tops were, and the other three girls had agreed that Stacy looked best in her new blue tank top, even though they had only seen her in it once.
Tank top it is, thought Stacy.
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At the Fashion Club meeting, Sandi announced that four boys, Jeffy, Jamie, Joey and Robert, were going to be attending in order to offer "the male perspective" on fashion matters.
"Uh, Sandi," said Stacy, "we tried that once when you were ..."
Stacy hesitated.
"Yes, Stacy?" Sandi said sharply, knowing that Stacy was referring to the time Sandi broke her leg, got fat, quit the Fashion Club and tricked Quinn into quitting in sympathy. Stacy and Tiffany were the only members left, and finding a lack of qualified girls, tried to recruit boys into the Fashion Club.
"... uh, absent for reasons we won't discuss. Tiffany and I tried recruiting boys and it just didn't work ..."
The doorbell rang.
"There they are!" said Sandi, leaping up to answer the door.
The four boys entered and sat down with the girls. They all seemed a bit puzzled about what they were supposed to do.
"OK, guys," said Sandi. "Tonight the topic is jackets."
"Jackets?" said Joey, sounding disappointed.
"Yes, Joey. Jackets!" said Sandi firmly.
"We'd rather talk about miniskirts!" said Jamie.
"Or bikinis!" said Jeffy.
"Yeah! Bikinis!" the four boys said, more or less at once.
"Well, Stacy," said Sandi, "it appears you were correct. It is a waste of time to discuss fashion matters with boys. However, since we're all here, we might as well find something else to do."
Stacy thought that Sandi had given up awfully easily ...
Sandi was staring hard at Quinn.
"Uh, yeah, I've got an idea!" said Quinn, remembering what Sandi had told her to say. "Let's play Truth or Dare!"
"Does everyone know how to play?" asked Sandi.
Everyone nodded, except Stacy, who thought that the subject of the meeting was changing awfully fast.
"So who goes first?" asked Jamie.
"Like this, Jamie," said Jeffy, "Eeenie, meenie, miney, moe ..."
Good a way as any, thought Sandi.
Jeffy finished the rhyme pointing at Robert.
"Um, guys, shouldn't we, like, have some ground rules or something?" asked Stacy.
"Gee, Stacy, what *kind* of ground rules?" asked Sandi. Was Stacy going to ruin the whole thing? She had already played into Sandi's hands by wearing that tank top ...
"Maybe we should have a time limit on dares," suggested Joey.
"Yeah, so everyone gets a chance." said Jamie.
Sandi pondered. How long would she need?
"Fifteen minutes?" said Sandi.
"OK" said everyone except Stacy, still wondering what was going on.
"You turn to start, Robert," said Sandi.
"Quinn," said Robert, "truth or dare?"
"Ummm, uh, truth," said Quinn.
"Do you think I'm cute?" asked Robert.
Oh, God, thought Sandi. Another of Quinn's admirers. And stupid enough to put himself rather than Quinn on the spot in a Truth or Dare game.
Quinn sighed.
"No ..." she said.
Robert began to cry. He would be considered the biggest baby in school if he wasn't a 6'6" second team all-state linebacker ...
"... but you're *almost* cute," Quinn added.
"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" said Robert, gratefully.
"Your turn, Quinn," said Sandi.
"OK, Sandi. Truth or dare?"
Uh-oh, Sandi, thought. They had agreed that Quinn would get Sandi into the game early, but they hadn't discussed what question to use ...
"Truth," said Sandi.
"Have you ever had an erotic dream about Upchuck?" asked Quinn, referring to the geekiest boy in Lawndale High.
Nice try, Quinn, thought Sandi. But Sandi could answer this one with a clear conscience.
"No," said Sandi.
"C'mon, Sandi, you have to tell the truth in this game," said Quinn.
"If I had, Quinn, it would be a nightmare, not a dream, but I haven't had anything of the sort concerning Charles Ruttheimer. That *is* the truth!"
Oh, my God, though Stacy, I had a dream about Upchuck after he told me
about his dream about the mermaids and the fudge sauce. Just so no-one asks me ...
"OK, Stacy," said Sandi. "Truth or dare?"
"Uh, Sandi, can I ask a question about the rules?"
"What *is* it, Stacy?" Sandi was getting annoyed. Was Stacy going to find a way to wiggle out of this?
"Uh, can the same question be used twice?"
Sandi smirked. Quinn's question had turned out to be a godsend.
"Yes, Stacy, it can," said Sandi.
"Um, well then, dare," said Stacy.
Sandi had been counting on that. Rules or not, Stacy would have lied in answer to a "truth" about the drawing.
"Stacy, these four strong boys will pin you down while Tiffany, Quinn and I ..."
Sandi paused for dramatic effect ...
"... *tickle* you!"
"What!?" said Stacy. "Sandi, that's not ..."
"No rule against it," said Sandi. "As dares go, it's pretty mild, isn't it, guys?"
"Yeah, Stace" said Jamie, "usually it's something like running around the block completely naked. I had to do that once."
"Naked?" said Stacy.
"And all you have to remove is your sandals," said Sandi. "So you're getting off easy."
Stacy thought hard. To refuse a dare was considered a disgrace, as she had learned the last time she'd played this game many years ago. But then, being an animal lover, she could never have done such a thing to a cat.
And she wasn't, after all, unbearably ticklish. Maybe if she could act *completely* unticklish for a minute or so, Sandi would give up.
"Um, OK," said Stacy. "What do I do?"
"Lay spread-eagle on the carpet," said Sandi. "Joey and Jeffy, you two pin her ankles down. Robert and Jamie, you pin her wrists down. Don't let her move. Pretend it's, like, a goal-line stand or something." Sandi thought the four football players would understand that.
Stacy felt herself solidly pinned to the floor. She braced herself for the tickle attack. She wished she hadn't worn the tank top which gave such exposure to her armpits and navel, but Sandi probably would have had her change into one of hers otherwise.
"OK, Tiffany, you tickle her feet. Quinn, you get her armpits. I'll do her belly."
Stacy grimaced and closed her eyes. She felt Sandi straddle her midsection.
"Ticklish, Stacy?" teased Sandi.
"Not particularly," said Stacy, trying to sound casual.
Tiffany tickled her feet.
"Eeeheeehee," said Stacy, trying to keep a straight face.
Sandi lightly tickled her ribs.
"Mmmmmmph," said Stacy, grinning slightly, "Mmmmmm. Ha, ha."
Sandi frowned. This wouldn't work if Stacy wasn't more ticklish than that.
"Quinn, get started!" said Sandi.
Quinn tickled Stacy's armpits.
"Mmmmmph," Stacy said, trying to keep her mouth closed. "Mmmmm, heheee."
"OK, girls," said Sandi, sounding annoyed, "let's do this all together."
Stacy again braced for the co-ordinated attack.
"Uh, uh, uh, hahahaha, uh, uh, uh, mmmmph, hahahahah!" laughed Stacy.
"I think we're finally getting somewhere," said Sandi.
Sandi tried a spot closer to Stacy's hips.
"EEEEEE!!" said Stacy.
"That's more like it," said Sandi. Stacy was finally starting to buck a little.
"Hold on, guys," said Sandi, "she's going to struggle!"
Sandi tried the hips again.
"AHAHAHAH! EEEEheeeee, mmmmph," said Stacy, regaining a bit of control.
"C'mon! Do I have to do it all?" said Sandi.
Quinn and Tiffany began tickling more enthusisatically. For several
minutes Stacy alternated long stretches of light giggling with an
occasional belly-laugh.
"EEEEHEEEHEEE!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!" laughed Stacy, finally breaking into a
full-fledged grin.
Sandi thought the moment was at hand.
"Sta-cee! Remember that drawing of the four of us? The one from the Art Fair? I think you have it, and I'd like you to give it to me. If you do, this dare will cease and you won't have to do any more dares tonight. Deal, Stacy?"
Sandi lightly tickled Stacy's ribs again.
"AHAHAHAHA!! EHEEEEHEEE!! Mmmmmmph!"
"What do you say, Stacy, you can stop right now!"
Stacy tried to think. She was starting to lose control. But the last thing she wanted to do was give up that picture. But how much time was left?
"MMMmmmmph!!! HEHEHEHEEEE!! MMMMmmmph, HAHAHA!!"
"Stacy? Do I get an answer?"
"I (heheheee) don't (hahaha) have it!" Stacy managed to say.
"Oh, I think you do, Stacy," said Sandi. "You're much too ticklish to hold out for another twelve minutes ..."
"Nine," said Robert.
"Robert, from here on out do not let Stacy know how much time she has left. Is that clear?" said Sandi sharply.
"Sorry, ma'am," said Robert.
"And keep holding on tight. Don't let her get away."
"EEEHEEEHEE HAHAHAHA!!" laughed Stacy, now starting to buck harder.
Sandi was getting worried. She thought Stacy would crack by now. Several more minutes went by.
"C'mon, Stacy! You can end this right now! Agree to give me the drawing!" said Sandi.
"MMmmmmMMMMph. Heeeheeehee." laughed Stacy.
Sandi thought Stacy was starting to get less ticklish, not more.
"How much time, Robert? Don't say it out loud."
"Five minutes," mouthed Robert silently.
"Tiffany," said Sandi, getting an idea. "Go upstairs and get my toothbrush. The electric one."
"Electriiic?" said Tiffany.
"Forget it, Tiffany. Quinn, you know where it is. Go upstairs and get it."
Quinn ran up the stairs.
"Tiffany, don't stop! Keep tickling!"
"Eeeeheehee!! AHAHAHA!! Mmmmmmph, mmmmmph, HAHAHAHA!"
What was keeping Quinn? She should have been back by now ...
"It's not in the medicine cabinet!" shouted Quinn from upstairs.
God, what now, thought Sandi.
"Wait a minute! I found it!" shouted Quinn, talking the stairs two at a time on her way back down.
Quinn handed the toothbrush to Sandi.
"Let's see how you handle *this*!" said Sandi. She turned on the toothbrush. Then she let it gently touch Stacy's ribs.
"AHAHAHAHH!!!! EHEHEHEEEE!! STOPIIIT!!"
Finally, thought Sandi, this was going to work. Stacy was bucking like mad now. Sandi had to press her knees together to keep from being thrown off.
"Tell me where the drawing is, and I'll stop," said Sandi.
"AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! IT'S ..."
"Yes?" said Sandi.
"AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAA!!"
Stacy was now struggling madly.
"I don't know if I can hold her much longer," said Jamie, a look of
desperation on his face."
Sandi suddenly realized she had missed a spot. She let the toothbrush
rest on Stacy's navel.
"AHAHAHAHAAA!!! HAHHAAAA!! STOOOPP!!! AHAHAHAA!!!"
The boys were holding on for dear life. Stacy was desperately struggling to break loose.
"The drawing, Stacy!" said Sandi. "Just say 'Yes' to agree!"
"AHAHAHAHAAA!!! NOOO!!!! HAHAHAAAAA!!!"
Stacy was struggling so hard she was pulling the boys around now.
"C'mon, Stacy! Just say it! Just say 'Yes"!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!! OK!!! SANDI!!! Y-"
Suddenly Stacy bucked upward so hard the toothbrush flew out of Sandi's hand.
"Damn it! She was starting to say 'yes'!"
Stacy drew a few well-needed breaths.
"Don't stop! Keep tickling! Where did that toothbrush go?" asked Sandi.
Stacy was barely giggling now.
"I think I went under the sofa, ma'am," said Robert.
"Quinn! Get it!"
Stacy was giggling softly while taking deep breaths.
Quinn reached under the sofa, retrieved the toothbrush, and handed it
to Sandi.
"OK, Stacy, I know you can't handle this. You were starting to agree .."
"Time's up, ma'am," said Robert. "Sorry."
Sandi fell to the floor, rolled over onto her stomach, and buried her face in her arms.
Stacy, now freed, lay on her back with her eyes closed, breathing freely.
Sandi suddenly looked up angrily.
"You two," she said, looking accusingly at Quinn and Tiffany, "didn't try hard enough!"
"It's over, Sandi," said Quinn.
"She started to agree! We *know* she has that drawing!"
"It's over," said Quinn again.
"No, it isn't," said Stacy, still short of breath.
Stacy sat up and looked around to get her bearings.
"It's not over," said Stacy. "It's my turn now."
The other seven looked at each other, then at her.
"The game. Let's continue. It's my turn," said Stacy, looking at Sandi with a hard expression.
"Well, you can't ask me one," said Sandi. "I was the last asker. That's the rule."
"Robert! Truth or dare?" asked Stacy, still a bit breathless.
Robert's eyes got wide for a minute.
"Uh, uh, dare," he said, uncertainly.
"OK, Robert, your dare is to pin Sandi's arms on the carpet over her
head ..."
"Stacy! That is *not* ..." said Sandi.
"Nothing in the rules against it," said Stacy, smirking. "Of course, you can wimp out. Actually, I guess Robert would have to wimp out."
Robert grabbed Sandi's wrists and pinned her to the floor.
"Sorry, ma'am," said Robert to Sandi.
Sandi kicked her legs wildly. "Let me go! Let me go!"
Damn, Robert is strong, she thought.
Stacy straddled Sandi and hitched up Sandi's t-shirt so her ribs and navel were exposed.
"Quinn," said Stacy, grinning, "give me the electric toothbrush ..."
PAYBACK IS A BEACH
By
Pseud O'Nym
Stacy Rowe lay on the soft beach towel and wondered if life could get any better than this. She had just finished her junior year at Lawndale High. And here she was at Ocean Town for a long June weekend with some of her best friends ever, soaking up the sun and fun with a few thousand other high school kids.
She felt the sun beating down on her body, which was dressed only in the briefest bikini she dared to wear. In a few minutes, Sandi's timer would ring; indicating her and her friends had had enough sun for now and should take refuge in the shade. Oh, well. Meanwhile, the hot sun felt so good. Almost perfect.
Stacy glanced over at her friends. Tiffany and Sandi were both lying on their stomachs, Quinn on her back. Quinn should really be careful about the sun, Stacy thought. Redheads always burn, don't they? Though Quinn didn't have the classic freckled complexion of the "pure" redhead, her skin was still rather pale.
Quinn. Only Quinn had marred the vacation. Last night the girls had all gone to an under-21 dance club. Stacy was hitting it off with a cute boy from Maine named Perry and, despite her wariness of strangers in such a place, had decided that she really wanted to be alone with him for a while. Just some necking, nothing more. But then Quinn butted in and started flirting with him and ...
Damn her. Why does Quinn always have to be so damn competitive about guys? She wouldn't have noticed Perry if Stacy hadn't hooked up with him first. Frikkin' Quinn ...
- - - -
Sandi Griffin felt the sun beating on her back. This is the life, she thought. Why would anyone want to live anywhere but near a beach? It was several hours from Lawndale. Why couldn't her parents have lived in someplace like this, where she could visit the beach any time the weather was warm - better yet, live far enough south so the weather was always warm. Then she could always have a perfect tan.
She looked over at her friends. She saw Stacy, eyes closed, with a faint smile. Tiffany was on her stomach. Sandi couldn't tell if Tiffany was awake or asleep. Quinn, with her floppy hat and sunglasses – redheads couldn't be too careful - seemed to be dozing.
It would serve Quinn right if she stayed out too long and got burned, Sandi thought. Quinn had spent much of the night dancing with a hottie named Thad, whom Sandi fancied. Thad was way too tall for Quinn, Sandi thought. Of course, Quinn hadn't even noticed Thad until she saw Sandi trying to catch his eye.
Yep, it would serve her right if she got bad sunburn - or whatever.
- - - -
Tiffany Blum-Deckler appeared to be asleep, but she wasn't. She wondered if her mother had often lain on the beach like this. Her mother had grown up in Hong Kong, which is on the ocean. She knew that her mother's father had lived on a sampan as a boy. Maybe the ocean just wasn't a big deal to people who lived on it, or near it, all the time. It was to Tiffany, though. She loved it - the sun, the water, all of it.
She was thinking about Hong Kong, which she had never seen, because she had met a boy from Canada at that dance club last night, an immigrant from Hong Kong. The boy, Wong, had lived in Hong Kong until he was 13 years old and was interested in hearing about Tiffany's mother. He was also impressed by the few Cantonese phrases Tiffany could remember hearing her mother use - he said Tiffany had a perfect accent - until Quinn jumped in, took over the conversation, and went for a walk on the boardwalk with Wong.
That wasn't very nice of her, Tiffany thought. Tiffany knew Quinn had done it on purpose. That was so wrong.
- - - -
The timer rang gently, and Sandi stood up and pulled on a terry-cloth robe. Stacy and Tiffany both sat up on the sand. Only Quinn remained on her towel. She was breathing heavily. Obviously she had fallen asleep.
Sandi looked at Stacy and Tiffany and put her finger to her lips, motioning to both of them to be quiet. Then she signaled for them to join her about 20 feet away from Quinn. Both had also put on robes to protect them from the sun.
"I think we should just let her lay there a get a bad sunburn, don't you?" Sandi said.
"Sandi, that's really mean,” Stacy answered.
"Last night we were all having a good time and meeting some fun guys," said Sandi. "And instead of finding a guy of her own, Quinn had to horn in on ours. All three of them. It's like a compulsion or whatever!"
"Yahhh, a compulsionn," said Tiffany.
"Yeah, I know," said Stacy. "She pissed me off, too. But that's no reason to do something that could really hurt her. A bad sunburn could put her in the hospital. Do *you* want to explain to her mother how that happened with all of us here?"
"Yeah, well, we ought to do something to make her pay," grumbled Sandi.
"Maybee if we didn't tallk to herr the rest of the tiime we're heere," said Tiffany.
"Uh, Tiffany, I don't think that would bother her so much as long as guys talked to her, and it won't stop her from talking to us," said Stacy. "She might not even notice."
"Well, Stacy, you seem to be good at shooting down our ideas, do you have any of your own?" said Sandi, glaring at Stacy with a challenging look. "Unless, of course, you think she should get off scot-free or something."
Stacy sighed. She wondered if Sandi was making too big a deal of this. As if Sandi wasn't as competitive as Quinn about guys. Still, last night had rankled Stacy, and it wasn't Sandi doing the rankling.
Stacy looked over at Quinn pensively. Then Stacy began to grin fiendishly.
"Yeah, I've got an idea," said Stacy wickedly. "And it won't *hurt* her a bit ..."
- - - -
Quinn Morgendorffer was dreaming. She was slowly walking up the aisle of a giant cathedral, dressed in elegant robes, to her coronation as Queen of ... well, whatever. The crown had more jewels than she had ever seen, a handsome prince waited for her and...
Quinn suddenly woke. She felt herself being lifted by her hands and feet. She blinked and saw that Stacy and Tiffany each had hold of one of her ankles, and flung her head back to see Sandi holding both her arms by the wrists.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Squealed Quinn. She felt herself being dropped into a deep hole in the sand, butt first, her feet sticking up in the air. She tried awkwardly to pull herself out, but Sandi and Stacy and Tiffany were filling the hole with sand and she found herself buried, with only her head and feet sticking out.
"Uh, guys, this isn't very comfortable. And I can't move. Why don't you unbury me?" Quinn asked. She sounded a bit scared, because she saw the other girls smirking like something was about to happen. The other girls were patting the sand down so it was firm. Quinn tried to struggle, but couldn't move.
"Oh, no, Quinn," teased Sandi. "We feel better with you right there. We want to meet some guys, and you can't steal them from us if you're buried in the sand."
"Who's stealing?" pleaded Quinn. "None of us have boyfriends here. We were all just talking and dancing with some guys last night."
"But, Quinn, it seems you only want to talk and dance with guys the rest of us have already picked out," said Stacy. Quinn felt fear in the pit of her stomach. There was something ominous in Stacy's teasing tone.
"Yahhh," said Tiffany.
"C'mon! We, uh, all have such great taste in guys that of course we're all going to pick the same ones! The best ones! C'mon, let me out of here!" said Quinn.
"But, Quinn, the rest of us all picked out *different* guys," said Sandi, "and you decided you liked all three of ours."
"Yeahhh, Quinnn," said Tiffany.
"You can't just leave me here!" said Quinn. "I'll get sunburned!"
"Well, Quinn," said Stacy, "most of you is buried under the sand. Oh, I see, you lost your floppy hat when we picked you up. Sorry."
Stacy didn't sound sorry, but she picked up the hat and put it on Quinn's head.
"There, Quinn, now your face won't get sunburned!"
"But, Stacy," said Sandi in that mocking tone only Sandi could manage, "her feet will get sunburned!"
"OK, we have some sun lotion here," said Stacy, grinning evilly. Tiffany handed her a bottle and Stacy began to spread some lotion on her fingertips.
"No, no, no! Don't touch my feet!" yelled Quinn, her eyes wide with fear.
Stacy knelt down in front of Quinn's feet.
"Why not, Quinn?" smirked Stacy. "We don't want your feet to burn."
"Gee, Quinn," said Sandi, "is there some *reason* why you don't want us to touch your feet?"
"Yeahh, Quinnn," said Tiffany, "whyy nott?"
"Um, uh, no special reason," said Quinn, trying unconvincingly to sound nonchalant, but her voice quavering, "Could you just undig me here? Now?"
"But, Quinn," said Sandi, "if we undig you, you'll steal our guys again."
Stacy started gently applying the lotion with her fingertips.
"NONONONONO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!" screamed Quinn, "Stop it! That tickles!"
"Ooooh, you're ticklish!" teased Stacy, chuckling with pleasure. She continued applying lotion. "I'll just *bet* that's why you didn't want us to touch your feet."
"HAHAHAH STOP!! HAHAHAHAHA CUT IT OUT!! NONO HAHAHAHAHA!!" Quinn laughed, gasping, "That’s enough! I can't stand having my feet tickled! Let me out of here!"
"Did you hear that?" said Stacy, grinning, "Quinn can't *stand* having her feet tickled. And she's completely at our mercy."
"Stacy!! Don't!" screamed Quinn.
"This is going to be so much *fun*" said Stacy, grinning even more.
Stacy delicately applied more lotion with her fingertips.
"HAHAHAHAHA!! (gasp) DAMMIT!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! (gasp) STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn was gulping desperately for air. She fought against the wide smile forming on her lips.
"Gee, Quinn," mocked Sandi, "you're smiling. You *must* be enjoying this. Tiffany, I think Quinn needs some lotion on her other foot, too."
"NONONO THAT'S ENOUGH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Tiffany knelt down, took the bottle from Stacy, and began applying lotion to Quinn's other foot. Quinn was desperately trying to squirm free, but couldn't budge the wet, heavy sand.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO NO NO!!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEEEASE DON'T!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Heyy, Quinnn! Are your tooees ticklishhh?"
"NONONO TIFFANYY!! ... HAHAHA!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!! NOT MY TOES!! HAHAHAHA!!"
"Quinn, I never noticed you had such high arches," grinned Stacy. She lightly traced the length of Quinn's arch with a fingernail.
"NOOOOO STACY!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHHA!!! (gasp) NOT THAT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Ooooh, Quinn! Does that tickle? Don't you just hate it when I do that?" taunted Stacy, slowly running her nail down Quinn's arch again.
"HAHA!! (gasp) HAHAHA! (gasp) DON'T (gasp) DO (gasp) THAT!!! HAHAHAH!!"
"I hope you had as much fun with Perry as I'm having with you, Quinn," said Stacy, slowly running her nail up and down Quinn's arch again. "It would be such a shame if you didn't."
"AHAHA!!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) STOPITTTTT!!! STACYYY!!! YOU CAN HAVE PERRY!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! NOW STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Quinn was shaking her head violently. Her usually well-combed hair was now matted in sweaty strands across her face. He lips were drawn back almost to her ears in a huge, involuntary grin.
"This little piggy went to market ...” teased Tiffany, "and this little piggy went for a walk with Wong."
"NONO TIFFANY!! HAHAHAHAHA!! NONO!! STACYYYY!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOP IT!! PLEASEPLEASEPLEEEASE!! GODDAMMIT!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! QUITIT!! HAHAHA!!"
"You've lost your hat again, Quinn" said Sandi, picking it up off the sand. "We don't want you to get sunburned, after all." Sandi put Quinn's hat back on Quinn's head.
"HELP ME!! HAHAHAHAH!!! (gasp) NONONO!!! HAHAHAHHAHA!!! PLEEEEEASE STOP!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn's head was thrown back, her neck muscles straining, her mouth open with laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"That looks like fun, Stacy," said Sandi with exaggerated politeness, "may I please have a turn?"
"NONONONO!!! NOT SANDI!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Of course, Sandi," said Stacy, "I'm not one to monopolize things. You know, like guys - or feet."
"HAHAHAHA!! STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! DAMMIT!! NONONO!!"
Sandi carefully and softly rubbed lotion between each of Quinn's toes. Quinn was now drenched in sweat, her face beet-red, and her hair tangled, but her teeth-baring grin seemed to have grown even wider.
"HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) NONONONOTMYTOES!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! CUTITOUT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! PLEEEASESTOP!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!!!"
"What was that thing Stacy did with her fingernails? Was it like this?" Sandi slowly ran her fingernail up Quinn's arch as Stacy had done.
"GODDAMMIT!!! HAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) NOT THAATTT!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Such a racket you're making, Quinn. And I'm barely even touching you," Sandi teased, tracing Quinn's arch back in the other direction.
"PLEEEEEASE (gasp) STOPIT!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (gasp) DAMMIT SANDI!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Quinn was still trying to move the sand, but could barely wiggle her fingers.
"Gee, Quinn, it's for your own good that we're protecting your feet from sunburn," mocked Sandi, "it's just too, too bad that you're *sooooo* ticklish!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! ICANTSTANDIT!!! (gasp) STOPPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"You know, Quinn," said Sandi, "I'm beginning to think you don't like being tickled. In fact, I think you *really* hate being tickled. Like we really hate you stealing the hot guys we saw first."
"HAHAHAHA!!! THATSENOUGH!!! SANDI!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! CUTITOUT!!! HAHAHA!!"
"You didn't even notice Thad until I did, Quinn," said Sandi, "I hope he was worth it."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! STOPPITTTT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! NO MORE!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!"
"Having fun, Quinn?" teased Stacy, now standing and watching, ",'cause *we* sure are!"
"HAHAHAHA!! THIS ISN'T FUNNYSTACY!!! HAHAHAHA!!! LETMEGOSANDI!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
"Thiss waas such a coool ideaa, Stacyy," said Tiffany, "didd you knoow she waas soo ticklissh?"
"SANDI! STOP!! HAHAHA!!! NO MORE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUIT IT!!! HAHAHA!!"
"One day in the library at school," said Stacy, "I overheard her sister telling that friend of hers that when she and Quinn were little and she got really mad at Quinn, she'd sit on Quinn's legs and tickle her feet and Quinn would just go ballistic."
"HAHAHAHA!! THATSENOUGH!!! HAHAHAHA!!! CUTITOUTTT!!"
"Yeahhh, shee's *reallyy* ticklisshh," said Tiffany, smiling.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! DAMMIT STOPPP!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! QUITITTTT!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
"And she just absolutely *hates* every second of this. Such lovely, sweet revenge," said Stacy, smirking. "It's so funny even Quinn's laughing about it,” Stacy chuckled and grinned wickedly at Quinn, "aren't you, Quinn?"
"HAHAHA!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) STOPPPP ITTTTT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! IT'S NOT FUNNY DAMMIT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, but its *very* funny, Quinn - for *us*, not for *you*," said Sandi. "and we're not going to stop until we're really sure you won't steal our guys when we go back to that dance club tonight."
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP IT!!! I PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!!! NOW STOP!!! HAHAHAHA!!"
"Sorryyy, Quinnn," said Tiffany. "I'm nott convinnnced yettt." Said Tiffany, "tickle, tickle, tickle!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!! (gasp) QUITIT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! I PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!! I REALLYYY PROMISE!!! AHAHAHAHAHA STOPPP!!"
"Your promises are not very convincing, Quinn," said Stacy, "we'll just keep tickling your feet until you sound sincere."
"NONONO!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ICANTTAKEANYMORE!!! (gasp) HAHAHAHAHA!!! I REALLYY REALLLYY PROMISE!!! HAHAHAHA!!!"
Stacy happened to glance into the distance, at the boardwalk. She recognized someone there.
"HAHAHAHA!! (gasp) HAHAH!! (gasp) STOPPP!! (gasp) HAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, Sandi, Tiff. I'll be right back." Stacy sprinted off toward the boardwalk.
"HAHAHAHA!!! STOPITSANDI!!! NONONO!!! HAHAHA!!!"
"Gee, Quinn, you've lost your hat again. You could get sunburned being so careless. Put it back on her, Tiffany, and then work on her other foot. Run your fingernail along her arch that gets her the worst ..."
"DAMMIT!! HAHAHAHA!! TIFFANYYY!!! NOT THAT!! HAHAHAHA!!! STOPPPP!!! HAHA!!!"
- - - -
Up on the boardwalk, Stacy found the three boys she'd seen from a distance. They were all in swim trunks.
"Hey, guys!"
"Stacy!" said Joey.
"Hey, there, Stace!" said Jeffy.
"Hey, Stacy, where's Quinn?" asked Jamie.
"I thought you guys were going to Sea City?" asked Stacy.
"The hotels were full up," said Joey, "and Jamie forgot to get a reservation."
"I told you I *got* it. The hotel musta lost it or something." Grumbled Jamie.
"So we called and found a room here," said Jeffy. "Only an hour and a half away. So where's Quinn?"
"You always have fun when you're with Quinn, don't you?" asked Stacy, grinning.
"Sure. Yeah!" said Joey.
"You guys really want to have fun with Quinn?" said Stacy, with a broader grin. "C'mon down to the beach with me ..."
STOCKING FEET
By Pseud O'Nym
(This is a sequel to "Payback Is A Beach")
"C'mon, girls! You can't just stay in the hotel all day!"
Daria and Quinn were still in bed, half-asleep, sharing a room adjoining
their parents'. Helen had just opened the connecting door to wake them.
She and Jake were already dressed and ready to go.
"Mmmmphhh," said Daria.
Quinn let out a sound halfway between a yawn and a snore.
"C'mon, girls, up and at 'em! If us old fogies can do it ..." started
Jake.
"Speak for yourself, Jake," said Helen.
Daria had managed to sit up on the side of the bed, blinking her eyes.
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
"It's nine o'clock," said Helen. "No reason for two healthy teenagers to
still be still in bed."
"I get the bathroom first," said Daria.
"Hey!" said Quinn, sitting straight up in bed, now fully awake.
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Jake and Helen were in Middleton for the annual Alumni Summer Weekend Bash.
Daria had come along because Jane was at art camp and it was better than
hanging around Lawndale alone for a weekend. Quinn had come because she still
didn't feel like hanging out with her usual friends after what had happened
the previous weekend at the beach.
Jake and Helen had already left the hotel for a day of alumni activities,
leaving Daria and Quinn to amuse themselves before tonight's cookout and
reception to which non-alumni family were welcome.
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Quinn finished in the bathroom and came out to find Daria reading a book,
as usual.
"Wow! You look almost normal!" said Quinn.
"The last time you said that to me we were going to Alternapalooza," said
Daria.
"I can't believe you're actually wearing that Middleton t-shirt and athletic
shorts that Mom bought us!" said Quinn.
"Quinn, it's over 90 degrees out today. And muggy. I'm not wearing my
jacket in that heat. I didn't bring anything else."
"You should *never* wear that ugly jacket, Daria ..." started Quinn.
"Well, are we dressing alike today? The thought is scary," said Daria.
"I guess we are," said Quinn, pulling on her own t-shirt and shorts.
Daria started to put on her boots.
"What are you doing?" said Quinn. "You can't wear boots with an outfit
like that! Here, I have an extra pair of sandals."
The boots *would* be hot, thought Daria. She put on the sandals.
"Thanks, Quinn."
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Quinn and Daria walked out of the hotel onto Middleton's "Main Drag" which
adjoined the campus. Quinn decided she wanted to check out the store with
all the Middleton College clothing, and Daria wanted to check out the used
book store, so they split up and agreed to meet in the town square which was
right across the block.
Quinn bought a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and walked over to the square. Daria
wasn't there yet; she must still be in the bookstore.
Quinn sat down on a bench to wait. She flirted superficially with a couple
of Middleton college boys. Finally she closed her eyes and felt the warm
sun beating down on her.
The sun brought back memories of the previous weekend. She was still
smoldering over being buried and tickled by Sandi, Stacy and Tiffany. They
said it was because she'd taken their boyfriends. Excuse me? Like when
does a guy become your property just because you look at him?
She wished she could think of some way to do the same to them. But they
had overpowered her, three against one. No way could she do the same.
She had felt so helpless and humiliated. That, of course, was why they did
it.
Besides, she didn't even know if they were ticklish. Their plan had only
worked as well as it did because her own feet were so insanely ticklish,
and they had known that.
That had been Daria's fault. Damn her for blabbing to Jane about Quinn's
ticklishness in the school library where Stacy could overhear.
Suddenly Quinn realized what she was looking at. It was right in front of
her. A way to get revenge. Not on Sandi or Stacy or Tiffany, but on
Daria.
Well, it *was* really Daria's fault! If she hadn't told Jane ...
Quinn thought for several minutes, and came up with a plan.
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Quinn watched from the square as Daria came out of the bookstore carrying
a package. She watched two college boys give Daria the once-over as she
crossed the street. Daria probably didn't even notice. Shorts and sandals
were so much more flattering to her legs than that dorky skirt and boots.
She waved to Daria from the bench. Daria spotted her and walked over.
"Well, where do we go now? That cookout isn't for hours yet," said Daria.
"Oh, this square is interesting," said Quinn casually.
"Really?" said Daria. "I don't see any clothes for sale here."
"Ha, ha, Daria. I meant the historical stuff. Now, I brought my camera with
me, I want to take some pictures."
"Of what?" asked Daria.
"Well, why don't you take a picture of me next to that statue?" said Quinn,
handing Daria the camera.
"Um, OK, if you want," said Daria, a bit puzzled.
"It's *very* historical, Daria. I read the plaque. This is a statue of
Hiram Augustus Middleton, who founded this town and the college, too."
Daria wasn't quite sure why Quinn wanted this, but Quinn was posing by the
statue and Daria snapped the picture.
"Now this thing is interesting," said Quinn, moving to a structure next to
the statue. "It's called a pillory."
"I know what it's called, Quinn."
Quinn put her head and wrists into the pillory. Unfortunately, the fit was
rather loose. She could have pulled her hands out quite easily. If the
other thing was like this, her plan wouldn't work.
"OK, Daria, take my picture!"
What a ham, Daria thought, she's just getting a bunch of pictures of herself.
"OK, Daria, now let me get one of you!" said Quinn.
"Um, where?"
"No, we already have a picture of the pillory. How about the stocks?"
Quinn held her breath ...
"OK," said Daria unenthusiastically.
Daria sat on the low bench and put her ankles into the holes. There was an
inner set of holes and an outer set. Daria used the smaller, inner set.
Quinn closed the top part and quickly looked at the way the holes fit around
the ankles. She smiled inwardly. It looked quite snug. She silently shot
the wooden bolt that held the stocks in place. Daria didn't notice.
She had fallen into trap.
Quinn tried to conceal her smirk as she backed up to take the picture.
She saw Daria's usual deadpan expression through the viewfinder. She
thought about how different Daria's expression would be in a minute or two.
Quinn snapped the picture.
Daria tried to push open the stocks. They wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Quinn, I think this thing is stuck," said Daria.
"No, it isn't. I locked it," said Quinn, sitting down on the ground
cross-legged in front of the stocks, right in front of Daria's feet.
"Well, open it. You didn't need to lock it to take a picture." said Daria.
"Oh, I like it better the way it is," said Quinn, teasingly.
"C'mon, Quinn. I don't want to stay here. Open it up!"
"Daria, do you know what happened to me last weekend?" said Quinn, gently.
"You went to the beach with your friends. Now open this up ..."
"They ganged up on me and buried me in the sand. Only my head and feet were
sticking out. I couldn't move," continued Quinn.
Daria rattled the stocks.
"C'mon, Quinn, let me out of here."
"Do you know what they did next? They tickled my feet. For a long time,"
said Quinn, slowly.
"That's too bad," said Daria, "but what ..."
"And it was your fault," said Quinn, "because Stacy overheard you telling
Jane how ticklish my feet are."
"Quinn, what are you talking about?" said Daria, exasperated.
"You told Jane about how you used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. Stacy
overheard you. In the school library. It was your fault, Daria," said Quinn.
Quinn slowly pulled off Daria's sandals.
Daria realized with a panic what this was leading to.
"Quinn!! Let me out of here now!! Don't you dare...!!"
Daria reached for the latch but it was out of reach.
Quinn reached out and lightly ran her forefinger over Daria's right sole.
"AAAAAHHHH!!" screamed Daria. "Don't do that!!"
"Gee, Daria, I think you're worse than me. I barely touched you."
"Please, Quinn," pleaded Daria. Daria tried to reach over the top of the
stocks to protect her feet but it was too high.
Quinn scribbled her fingers over both of Daria's feet. Daria shook her head
violently.
"AHAHAHAH!! STOOPPPIT!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"It tickles, doesn't it, big sister?" giggled Quinn.
"Quinn, I'll pay you ..."
"This isn't about money, Daria."
Quinn was now concentrating on Daria's left arch. Daria bucked wildly on
the bench.
"AHAHAHAAAAAH!! QUITIT! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Ooh," teased Quinn. "I think your arches are really ticklish. Must be
a genetic trait. I was the same way."
"AAAAH! AAAAH! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOP!"
"Hmmm, let's try the other arch now," said Quinn thoughtfully.
"EEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Can't forget those toes!"
"AHAHA!! AHAHA!! NOOOOO! (gasp) STOOOOPIT!! AHAHAHA!!"
"Hmmm, I think the arches worked better ..."
"AHAHAHA!! QUIIIIN!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHA!!"
Quinn stopped for a moment. Daria's hair was strewn across her sweat-
drenched face. Daria was gasping so hard she could hardly speak. They
both noticed that several people had stopped to watch from a distance.
Quinn chuckled as she noticed Daria's face, already red from exertion,
get noticeably redder.
"Quinn," she said, "I'll pay you anythi -"
Quinn began lightly scribbled her fingers over both feet again. Daria
was bucking and straining, but her feet were held fast.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!!(gasp) STOOOOPIT!!! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!"
"How can you think of money at such a special sisterly moment like this?"
asked Quinn, grinning.
"AHAHAHA!!! QUIIIIN!!! AHAHAAAAAAH!!! STOOOP!! AHAHAHA!!"
"I'm making you smile, Daria," teased Quinn in a sing-songy voice, returning
to Daria's arches.
"AAAAAH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"I finally got Gloomy Daria to laugh and smile," Quinn continued.
"NOOOO!! AHAHAHAHA!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey there!"
Quinn heard a voice behind her. She turned to see two college-age boys.
"Hi," said Quinn.
Daria used to the pause to try to catch her breath.
"So what is this? Some sort of sorority initiation?" asked the other boy.
Quinn noticed the two boys had identical t-shirts with some large Greek
letters on them.
Quinn thought quickly answered, "Why, yes, yes it *is*! I'm Quinn, by the
way."
"I'm Mark," said the one boy.
"Kyle," said the other.
Daria had regained enough breath to speak.
"No," she gasped, this isn't a soro -"
Quinn quickly resumed tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"So what sorority are you with?" asked Mark, as Quinn continued tickling.
"AAHAAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Uh, Beta Beta Beta," said Quinn. It was only Greek letter she could think
of.
"Never heard of it," said Kyle, frowning.
"It's just new this year," said Quinn. "Look, guys, you're in a fraternity,
right?"
"Of course," said Mark.
"Well, then, you can participate in this. Each of you take one foot and
just keep tickling. Make sure you get her arches. And don't stop tickling,
you have to keep her going until I tell you to stop, OK?"
"Cool!" they both said at once.
Quinn backed away as the two boys moved in.
"No," gasped Daria, "we're not ..."
But the boys started tickling.
"AAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHAHAA!!"
"That's good," said Quinn, "remember the arches!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, this is really cool!" said Mark.
"Yeah, we'll have to check out Beta Beta Beta," said Kyle, "they have some
cute chicks and great initiations."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Quinn picked up her camera and took several pictures of Daria and the frat
boys. She figured that Daria would show up only as a blur, the way she was
flailing. But that was OK.
Then Quinn sat down on the bench to watch and enjoy her revenge.
The Fashion Tickle (incomplete) by Heather and Anna
It had been a week since the torture of Daria and 3 weeks since that of Stacy and Sandi. Quinn noticed that after her sister's torment, Daria has remained the same bitch she had always been. It annoyed her that her cold, deadpan sister didn't even change after 2 hours of tickling!!! She wanted her sister so feel awful. After all Jane and Daria had tickled her a lot! There was only one solution: to get her friends on board! The Fashion Club had got her pretty severely and only Tiffany had escaped the tickling torture! Still she needed her friends again! And one friend above all: Sandi. Quinn had always been drawn to the strong willed brunette, her main rival and all round hottie. Sandi had such confidence, poise, strength and was capable of actually being smart. In some ways, Sandi was a meaner yet better version of her Quinn thought. Seeing her stuck up friend get tortured by Stacy has been a real treat! Maybe she would get a chance at her, if she was really good.
“Quinn, like why did it take you two weeks to talk to us?” asked Sandi. “Yeah, Quinn. You still like us don’t you?” continued a nervous Stacy. “Ye-ahh! We’re your friends! Not calling is SOOO WRA-ONG!” responded Tiffany. "I know you guys, I missed you too!" she said, hugging them all. "So, what is the emergency, or whatever?" asked Sandi, with a mean grin. "I was just thinking that you know, popular girls in other schools, who are almost as pretty as us are turning unpopular kids into almost as popular and pretty as us and supermodels can make unpopular kids into popular kids, making them more popular than they were before they made the unpopular kids popular. And magazine people choose supermodels who like making an impact. We are way prettier and more popular than those girls, but all the many unpopular kids are making magazine people not look at us as supermodels!" she replied. "Yes, Quinn you are right!" spoke Sandi, miffed it wasn't her idea. "SAndi, coming from you that is the Biggest compliment ever! I only wish I was as smart as you!" replied Quinn. Sandi gave that arrogant look of superiority and QUinn internally smiled. Sandi was so easy to manipulate if you stroke her vanity. "SOOO, like how do we turn the you know the unpopular girls which is SOOO WRA-ONG into popular girls!" asked the slowly speaking ditsy Tiffany. Quinn grinned and unveiled her plan to all them explaining how Sandi gave her the idea.
Daria woke up to find herself tied securely to the bed. The 4 Fashion Club drones had taken place at different points of Daria's bed. Quinn at her feet, Tiffany at her left side and Stacy on her right side. Sandi was watching them. Daria was wearing only a cotton bra and panties. "What the hell is going on here?" said Daria in a slighty annoyed voice. "Silence, B-rain! You have been found guilty by members of the Fashion Clubbe, of being unpopular and dragging down our good names." replied Sandi. Daria rolled her eyes. "Therefore we shall transform you into something more appropriate!" shot out a rather pissed Sandi, venom coming from her mouth. Daria made no move. Sandi left the room and return with... featherdusters. Daria's eyes went wide as saucers as Quinn grinned evilly. When Sandi's passed them around, Daria's face returned to stoical. Quinn's grin threatened to break her face, she knew Daria would not be able to resist. "Um... Sandi?" asked the slowly speaking dimwit TIffany. "uggh! What now, TIffany?" asked Sandi. "Can I... get her button?" requested Tiffany. "Fine! Whatever!" responded Sandi. Quinn was enjoying herself, Tiffany wanted to tickle her sister bad! Tiffany hadn't been tickled yet thought Quinn, she vaguely recalled her drunken adventure of tickling Stacy and Sandi. They all had a little too much wine after the boys left. "Never again!" Quinn told herself. They all got ready to pounce and tickle the daylights out of Daria!
