Life was good. I was with an amazing woman who I was crazy in love with. I had finally gotten over my fear of heights thanks to her. And we were only about halfway through our month long California vacation.
What was even cooler is that I was about to meet a celebrity. I’d been a fan of Marco The Magnificent since I was little. Not only was he going to be in town this week, he was coming over for dinner. Marco is Krista’s Uncle on her Mother’s side. I could hardly contain my excitement when I heard the news.
“This is going to be so cool!” I said excitedly. “I can’t believe that Marco The Magnificent is coming for dinner tonight. I hope I don’t embarrass myself or come off like a nerd.”
“Just be yourself, the man I fell in love with, you’ll be fine. Now relax will you?” Krista said, pulling me into a hug from behind.
I put my hands over hers as her face rubbed gently against my back. She caught me off guard and dug her fingertips gently into my main tickle spot.
“Hahahahaha knock it off Kris hahaha...” I laughed. The only defensive move from this position might hurt her so I didn’t fight back.
“Promise you’re going to calm down?” She said, doubling her efforts.
“I promise, I promise hahahaha...” I was enjoying this but was worried her parents might hear us and get the wrong idea.
She let up, and I turned toward her. “I’m so going to get you later.” I said, then kissed her.
“Promise?” She replied, and kissed me.
“You know it angel.”
The doorbell rang and Krista yelled from her bedroom, “I’ll get it!” And jogged to the door. I was satisfied to walk behind her, admiring her outfit. A lightweight sleeveless white sweater, black tights, and black flats. A black velvet hair band completed the look.
“Uncle Marco!” She said, ready to pounce on him with a hug. She paused however, as she saw him on crutches, a cast up to his knee. Krista moved out of his way to let him in.
“I’ll have to take a rain check on your hug pounce kiddo.” He replied, making his way in. By this time Reed and Linda had made their way to the front door.
“Marco, what happened?” Linda asked, her concern matched Krista’s who by this time had a tear rolling down her cheek. I did my best to console her.
“I was hanging a new shower rod from inside my tub. I slipped and broke my tibia. The charity magic show is Friday and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Those poor kids.” He sat down on the couch, head in his hands.
“What if you brought in a new assistant?” That was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
He looked up at me. “And who might you be lad?”
I introduced myself with a handshake. “I’m Krista’s boyfriend, Billy. I’m also a huge fan of yours sir. I’ve been watching you since I was little.” I did my best to stay cool, the excitement had me fit to burst.
“He’s a fine young man Marco, a welcome addition to the family.” Reed added. Krista hugged her Dad, then me.
“Well in that case Billy, call me Uncle Marco. So what’s your plan?”
“If you’d be willing to teach me, I’d be willing to step in for you. I know I’ll never be as good as you, but maybe we can pull this off. For the kids.”
He rubbed his chin, then stroked his van dyke beard. “I do have a wireless earpiece... if I sat offstage and coached you, we might just pull this off.
“Can I help too?” Krista was jumping up and down with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to get sawed in half.”
“I haven’t done that trick in a few years. You’d be surprised how many female assistants quit when they see my method of pulling it off.” Marco laughed, then nodded. Krista couldn’t restrain herself any more and jumped in his lap with a hug.
We ironed out the details over dinner, the lasagna that Linda and Krista prepared was amazing. I’d never had pepperoni layered in too. It was like a pizza.
In order to practice effectively, and get the tricks down by Friday we moved in with Uncle Marco for a few days. In between lessons we took care of some housework. In that week a childhood dream came true, I was a magician in training.
The days came and went, Krista helped me practice the tricks, in the evening I studied old tapes to hit the right positions and by Saturday I was nervous but ready.
At 6 pm, an instrumental version of Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band worked the crowd into a frenzy as the curtain went up. Uncle Marco knew how to handle an audience disappointed in not seeing him perform, and introduced me as his student, “William the Wizard”.
I appeared beside him in a puff of smoke . “Flame on!” I shouted, my hand appeared to be blazing, which immediately won over the crowd.
I brought out my lovely assistant Krista for the rope trick bit. I almost lost my concentration seeing her in the black sequin leotard, shimmering tan tights, and black leather heels. The crowd laughed as she tied my hands behind my back only for me to keep escaping. I finally gave up in mock frustration, spun her around and tied her hands behind her, only for her to pull her hands free a second later.
She took a bow and I went to the rabbit trick next. I reached inside the hat, and produced part of a limp plastic rabbit. I pretended to be angry and kept pulling. As I did, it inflated just like in practice. Soon I was standing beside a six foot tall pink bunny.
I’d decided on the fly to do the bullet trick next, and brought out Marco to thunderous applause. Krista wheeled him out and he produced a gun, and advised the audience to cover their children’s ears. I stood behind the paper wall, a second later a loud bang sent the bullet through the wall and into my chest. Again just as we practiced, Krista ran over to me, pretending to bump the wall accidentally, only for it to spin toward the crowd. Just as she touched me, I sat up and waved, spitting out a bullet I had hidden in my mouth.
Finally we prepared for the final trick of the show. I wheeled out the table which held a box on top. It had steps in the rear for the assistant to climb up. The mirrors were so strategically placed even I had difficulty discerning where they were. I had to be careful not to touch them.
“Would everyone welcome back my lovely assistant Krista?” The crowd roared with applause as she walked out and waved to them. I motioned to the box, and without missing a beat, she stepped out of her heels. I held her hand as she walked up the steps. Krista laid down and slid her feet through the holes, and I set the mechanism in place, hoping I got it right. I moved over to her head, set everything in place there, and closed the box.
“Ready Krista?” I asked, she replied by waving her foot. It was hard enough to concentrate without her cute little feet bopping around to the music. I wanted to tickle her silly right there. I gave her feet a little tickle to show the audience that they were real. Everyone could hear her giggle from her hidden mic.
I picked up the prop sword and brought it down over the box, appearing to cut it in two. I walked around to the front, pressed a switch which slowly moved everything into place. I pretended to pull the box apart and received an “oooh” from the crowd. Krista laid there unharmed, happily ‘dancing’ to the music.
As the mirrors moved into place, I moved into position, pretending to pull her feet and legs with me. The illusion worked, and it appeared that I was standing by her head, her feet and legs with me. Now came the fun part.
Again to prove that this was ‘real’ I gave her feet a round of tickles. Her tights were incredibly soft, which complimented her already marshmallow soft feet.
“Tiiickessss... hahahaha... “ Bubbly laughter poured from her as I tickled away, giving the mechanism time to reposition the mirrors.
“So tell everyone out there Krista, is this real?” I said, improvising a little, and skittering my fingertips on her silky arches.”
“Yeeeeesss *giggle* “ She laughed again, which settled down into a giggle as I stopped tickling.
I moved back into position, pretending to put her back together, as the mirrors whirred back into place. Once everything was finished, I opened the box. She stood up and posed, before jumping down into my arms. I caught her and spun her around before setting her back on the floor to getting quite the applause from the audience.
The show was a success, and more than met its goal. We all went out to a nice dinner to celebrate then relaxed at home, calling it a night.
Uncle Marco’s maid was due to arrive in the morning, and his personal assistant was back from vacation so he would be fine. Before his cab arrived to take him home, he gave me a couple things, and some advice.
“Billy my lad, you and Krista have done me a favor that I can never repay. But I’ll feel better if you take my advice. Ever since I was a boy, every once in a while I’d have dreams that would eventually come true. Keeps close eye on my niece, and watch your back.”
He handed me the gun from the bullet trick, and the gloves from the fireball trick as well. “There are only tricks mind you, but perhaps they can help you out of any trouble you might wind up in. Take care of her my boy.”
“I will Uncle Marco, I promise.”
As I walked back into the living room, Krista was laying across the couch on her tummy in a long nightshirt and cute pink socks. I couldn’t resist giving her feet a quick tickle.
*giggle* “Hey tiger, didn’t get enough of tickling my feet earlier?”
“It’s your fault for being adorable.” I answered, giving them another tickle. She giggled again, and moved her legs so I could sit. Taking the cue, I parked it on the couch, and she laid her legs over me, and rolled over on her back.
“Mom and Dad are in bed. Wanna stay up and watch a movie with me?”
“You know it angel.”
What was even cooler is that I was about to meet a celebrity. I’d been a fan of Marco The Magnificent since I was little. Not only was he going to be in town this week, he was coming over for dinner. Marco is Krista’s Uncle on her Mother’s side. I could hardly contain my excitement when I heard the news.
“This is going to be so cool!” I said excitedly. “I can’t believe that Marco The Magnificent is coming for dinner tonight. I hope I don’t embarrass myself or come off like a nerd.”
“Just be yourself, the man I fell in love with, you’ll be fine. Now relax will you?” Krista said, pulling me into a hug from behind.
I put my hands over hers as her face rubbed gently against my back. She caught me off guard and dug her fingertips gently into my main tickle spot.
“Hahahahaha knock it off Kris hahaha...” I laughed. The only defensive move from this position might hurt her so I didn’t fight back.
“Promise you’re going to calm down?” She said, doubling her efforts.
“I promise, I promise hahahaha...” I was enjoying this but was worried her parents might hear us and get the wrong idea.
She let up, and I turned toward her. “I’m so going to get you later.” I said, then kissed her.
“Promise?” She replied, and kissed me.
“You know it angel.”
The doorbell rang and Krista yelled from her bedroom, “I’ll get it!” And jogged to the door. I was satisfied to walk behind her, admiring her outfit. A lightweight sleeveless white sweater, black tights, and black flats. A black velvet hair band completed the look.
“Uncle Marco!” She said, ready to pounce on him with a hug. She paused however, as she saw him on crutches, a cast up to his knee. Krista moved out of his way to let him in.
“I’ll have to take a rain check on your hug pounce kiddo.” He replied, making his way in. By this time Reed and Linda had made their way to the front door.
“Marco, what happened?” Linda asked, her concern matched Krista’s who by this time had a tear rolling down her cheek. I did my best to console her.
“I was hanging a new shower rod from inside my tub. I slipped and broke my tibia. The charity magic show is Friday and I don’t know what I’m going to do. Those poor kids.” He sat down on the couch, head in his hands.
“What if you brought in a new assistant?” That was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
He looked up at me. “And who might you be lad?”
I introduced myself with a handshake. “I’m Krista’s boyfriend, Billy. I’m also a huge fan of yours sir. I’ve been watching you since I was little.” I did my best to stay cool, the excitement had me fit to burst.
“He’s a fine young man Marco, a welcome addition to the family.” Reed added. Krista hugged her Dad, then me.
“Well in that case Billy, call me Uncle Marco. So what’s your plan?”
“If you’d be willing to teach me, I’d be willing to step in for you. I know I’ll never be as good as you, but maybe we can pull this off. For the kids.”
He rubbed his chin, then stroked his van dyke beard. “I do have a wireless earpiece... if I sat offstage and coached you, we might just pull this off.
“Can I help too?” Krista was jumping up and down with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to get sawed in half.”
“I haven’t done that trick in a few years. You’d be surprised how many female assistants quit when they see my method of pulling it off.” Marco laughed, then nodded. Krista couldn’t restrain herself any more and jumped in his lap with a hug.
We ironed out the details over dinner, the lasagna that Linda and Krista prepared was amazing. I’d never had pepperoni layered in too. It was like a pizza.
In order to practice effectively, and get the tricks down by Friday we moved in with Uncle Marco for a few days. In between lessons we took care of some housework. In that week a childhood dream came true, I was a magician in training.
The days came and went, Krista helped me practice the tricks, in the evening I studied old tapes to hit the right positions and by Saturday I was nervous but ready.
At 6 pm, an instrumental version of Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band worked the crowd into a frenzy as the curtain went up. Uncle Marco knew how to handle an audience disappointed in not seeing him perform, and introduced me as his student, “William the Wizard”.
I appeared beside him in a puff of smoke . “Flame on!” I shouted, my hand appeared to be blazing, which immediately won over the crowd.
I brought out my lovely assistant Krista for the rope trick bit. I almost lost my concentration seeing her in the black sequin leotard, shimmering tan tights, and black leather heels. The crowd laughed as she tied my hands behind my back only for me to keep escaping. I finally gave up in mock frustration, spun her around and tied her hands behind her, only for her to pull her hands free a second later.
She took a bow and I went to the rabbit trick next. I reached inside the hat, and produced part of a limp plastic rabbit. I pretended to be angry and kept pulling. As I did, it inflated just like in practice. Soon I was standing beside a six foot tall pink bunny.
I’d decided on the fly to do the bullet trick next, and brought out Marco to thunderous applause. Krista wheeled him out and he produced a gun, and advised the audience to cover their children’s ears. I stood behind the paper wall, a second later a loud bang sent the bullet through the wall and into my chest. Again just as we practiced, Krista ran over to me, pretending to bump the wall accidentally, only for it to spin toward the crowd. Just as she touched me, I sat up and waved, spitting out a bullet I had hidden in my mouth.
Finally we prepared for the final trick of the show. I wheeled out the table which held a box on top. It had steps in the rear for the assistant to climb up. The mirrors were so strategically placed even I had difficulty discerning where they were. I had to be careful not to touch them.
“Would everyone welcome back my lovely assistant Krista?” The crowd roared with applause as she walked out and waved to them. I motioned to the box, and without missing a beat, she stepped out of her heels. I held her hand as she walked up the steps. Krista laid down and slid her feet through the holes, and I set the mechanism in place, hoping I got it right. I moved over to her head, set everything in place there, and closed the box.
“Ready Krista?” I asked, she replied by waving her foot. It was hard enough to concentrate without her cute little feet bopping around to the music. I wanted to tickle her silly right there. I gave her feet a little tickle to show the audience that they were real. Everyone could hear her giggle from her hidden mic.
I picked up the prop sword and brought it down over the box, appearing to cut it in two. I walked around to the front, pressed a switch which slowly moved everything into place. I pretended to pull the box apart and received an “oooh” from the crowd. Krista laid there unharmed, happily ‘dancing’ to the music.
As the mirrors moved into place, I moved into position, pretending to pull her feet and legs with me. The illusion worked, and it appeared that I was standing by her head, her feet and legs with me. Now came the fun part.
Again to prove that this was ‘real’ I gave her feet a round of tickles. Her tights were incredibly soft, which complimented her already marshmallow soft feet.
“Tiiickessss... hahahaha... “ Bubbly laughter poured from her as I tickled away, giving the mechanism time to reposition the mirrors.
“So tell everyone out there Krista, is this real?” I said, improvising a little, and skittering my fingertips on her silky arches.”
“Yeeeeesss *giggle* “ She laughed again, which settled down into a giggle as I stopped tickling.
I moved back into position, pretending to put her back together, as the mirrors whirred back into place. Once everything was finished, I opened the box. She stood up and posed, before jumping down into my arms. I caught her and spun her around before setting her back on the floor to getting quite the applause from the audience.
The show was a success, and more than met its goal. We all went out to a nice dinner to celebrate then relaxed at home, calling it a night.
Uncle Marco’s maid was due to arrive in the morning, and his personal assistant was back from vacation so he would be fine. Before his cab arrived to take him home, he gave me a couple things, and some advice.
“Billy my lad, you and Krista have done me a favor that I can never repay. But I’ll feel better if you take my advice. Ever since I was a boy, every once in a while I’d have dreams that would eventually come true. Keeps close eye on my niece, and watch your back.”
He handed me the gun from the bullet trick, and the gloves from the fireball trick as well. “There are only tricks mind you, but perhaps they can help you out of any trouble you might wind up in. Take care of her my boy.”
“I will Uncle Marco, I promise.”
As I walked back into the living room, Krista was laying across the couch on her tummy in a long nightshirt and cute pink socks. I couldn’t resist giving her feet a quick tickle.
*giggle* “Hey tiger, didn’t get enough of tickling my feet earlier?”
“It’s your fault for being adorable.” I answered, giving them another tickle. She giggled again, and moved her legs so I could sit. Taking the cue, I parked it on the couch, and she laid her legs over me, and rolled over on her back.
“Mom and Dad are in bed. Wanna stay up and watch a movie with me?”
“You know it angel.”
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I really like this series. 
