Strelnikov
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by tummyticklish01 – edited by Strelnikov
Copyright 2002, 2004 by the authors
Note: This is a repost of tummyticklish01’s original story. I’ve done some editing for the sake of consistency with the rest of the series. If you want to see the original, look here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=11091
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. Loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five.
Sara Rosen
She’s an 18-year-old adrenaline junkie, a risk-taker, a bad girl who likes to…let’s just say bend…the law. She’s built like Dolly Parton, a small girl with a slender waist and amazing upper body development. She has long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, a deep tan, and a fit, toned body. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness. She’s an enthusiastic tickler, on the principle that it’s more blessed to give than to receive.
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Alex Budanov
She still thinks of herself as Aleksandra Budanova – she was 15 years old when her family left Russia to come to America. She has just finished her Freshman year at Commonwealth University. Alex is new to Tickle Street. Long, silvery blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin with a fit body and buxom figure. She HATES being tickled, and is by no means an enthusiastic tickler – at least, not yet. She lives with her parents and three younger sisters: Julie, Jenny and Katie.
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Candice and Sara idly lounged on Sara's front lawn – they had nothing better to do. Both had graduated from Tieson City High School last night. Both had part-time jobs at Sara’s family’s drugstore, but they weren’t due at work for another hour and a half. The warm early-summer sun glared down at them, shining off Sara’s dark brown hair and Candice’s ash blonde, as they both sipped Cokes. Both were wearing denim shorts and t-shirts – Candice’s a crystal blue to match her eyes, Sara’s a bright pink.
Sara regarded her bare feet. Nail polish could stand a touch up, she thought. Nothing was going on. Maybe I’ll paint my–
“Hehehehe! Hey! Quit!” she said and pulled her feet back from Candice’s playful tickle. “It’s too hot for a tickle fight.”
“You’ve been walking around barefoot. I was just trying to clean the dirt off,” Candice replied virtuously, and poked Sara in the ribs with her big toe.
Sara grabbed the foot and flicked her nails along the bottom, toes to heel and back again. “Hehe-haha-heehehe!” Candice giggled, but she didn’t try to pull away. Sara hadn’t expected her to do so – it was an old game they had played since they were kids.
Now Sara started stroking faster, lightly, with the tips of her nails. The giggles came from Candice in a steady stream now. Sara was about to really dig in when Candice noticed the truck.
“Hehehe- hey! Hehe! Loo-loo-ahahaha! look!” she exclaimed through the giggles, pointing a finger at something over Sara’s shoulder.
Sara stopped tickling, turned her head. A huge moving truck was lumbering down the road. On the sides of the truck a huge cartoon guy was smiling, with the words JIM'S MOVING TRUCKS in black letters underneath. A bit behind the truck was a bright green minivan. The car seemed tinier as it shrunk in the presence of the truck.
Candice and Sara watched, as if mesmerized by the sight, their little tickle game forgotten.
“Wow, someone's finally moving into the house next door to Brittany,” Sara said, breaking the silence.
“Cool, I wonder who it is?”
Sara released her hold on her friend’s ankle. “Let's find out!”
The two girls raced after the truck and car, keeping to the grass.
As they sped down the street, they bumped into Meghan, who was on her way to the mailbox: a tiny strawberry blonde girl, freckled and blue-eyed, in a blue collared shirt, gray gym shorts and platform flip-flops.
“What's the rush?” she asked in her clear soprano voice.
“New people on the street!” was Sara and Candice's reply as they ran past. Meghan started after them, stumbled, kicked off her shoes (they were no good for running) and joined the race.
The three girls sprinted after the slow-moving vehicles, which finally stopped, and the girls caught up. They all breathed heavily, with Meghan winning the race, slightly before Candice.
“There's their house,” Sara said pointing.
The girls sat down across the street, watching in silent anticipation at who would step out of the small green car.
The car rolled up into the smooth driveway and stopped. The license plate had the Statue of Liberty on it – New York State. The driver’s door flung open.
Out stepped a tall, pale man in his mid-40s, with a brownish goatee. He was foreign-looking, wearing a green collared shirt and jeans. On the opposite side, a much shorter lady, same age probably, with a buxom figure, silvery blonde hair and hardly any looks of aging. She wore a black sweater and jeans.
Then the back door opened, and out stepped four girls… Well, three girls, the fourth was a young woman. She was a youthful version of her mother: a buxom blonde with fair skin, though her hair was much longer. Medium height, wearing a cute white t-shirt ( it said “I (heart) NY” on the front) with the sleeves rolled up, hip-hugging casual gray sweats, sandals. She looked about the neighborhood with light flashing in her deep blue eyes. She then noticed the three girls staring at her, and walked over to them casually.
“Hi, I'm Aleksandra, but my friends call me Alex,” she said politely, placing her hands on her hips. She had a heavy Russian accent, with an overlay of New York City.
“Hi, I'm Candice, this is Meghan and Sara.” Candice said in reply, pointing out each girl. “Where are you from?”
“Brighton Beach – oh, you mean before. Moskva– Moscow. Do you live here?” Alex asked, as her eyes still wandered about the bright and colorful neighborhood.
“Yah, we all live here, and there's about a dozen other girls too, all about our age,” Sara explained.
“Are you in college?” Meghan asked.
“Yes. I have just finished Freshman year at Commonwealth University,” Alex replied.
“Wow!” Meghan squealed excitedly, amazed at how perfectly Alex fit in with every other girl here, and if the next thing she was thinking of was true, she would easily become a part of them.
Meghan gleefully whispered to the two other girls, as they all got excited looks on their faces.
“So, Alex… Here in this neighborhood we have a little initiation ritual,” Sara smiled, happy with her choice of words.
“Initiation? Shto?” Then back into English: “What is it?”
“Just a little T-test,” Candice said, taking over for Sara, who was temporarily at a loss for words.
“T-test?” Alex repeated in confusion.
“Oh yah, but we gotta go do it in the woods behind your house, c'mon!” Meghan explained, as the three girls stood up, and walked with Alex to the woods, all the while talking about the town, the neighborhood and such.
They finally arrived at a clearing, perhaps 50 yards across and twice that long, carpeted with grass and wildflowers.
“So how do we do T-test?” Alex asked again for about the hundredth time.
“Just lay down on your back and close your eyes,” Sara told her, and Alex reluctantly did as told, with her growing curiosity outweighing the doubt.
She laid on the soft green grass, and suddenly felt her feet lifted slightly from the ground, and her brown sandals gently slipped off. She suddenly felt something very small and light trace up and down her bare soles. Her eyes shot open as giggles erupted from her mouth, and she snatched her feet away from Sara’s grasp.
“Otstan! Stop!” Alex said angrily.
“This is the T-test silly, now just lay down,” Meghan ordered, winking at Candice, who popped out of nowhere, and held Alex's arms down above her head to the grass.
Alex kicked her legs wildly, until Meghan sat on them, pinning and immobilizing them.
Alex yelled loudly, but when she realized no one could hear her but them, she stopped, and tried to talk sense into the three tickle-crazy girls.
“Please, no more, I'm too ticklish, I can't take it!” Alex begged, but this only caused them to pursure with more lust in their duty.
Sara grabbed Alex's small foot once more, picked up a forked twig, and trailed it up and down each sole, going back and forth.
“Heeehehehehehe-noooo-ehehehehe!” Alex exploded with cute, girlish giggles at the top of her lungs, her silvery blonde hair thrashing left and right, her face scrunched up in a giggly smile.
Sara continued drawing the twig slowly all over Alex's soft feet, and then up to her toes, gently teasing and sliding between each wriggling toe. Alex's giggles increased in intensity, as her whole body quivered.
Sara dropped the twig, then dug her long well manicured nails into Alex’s baby-soft feet, causing her giggles to evolve to mad laughter.
“Haaahheheehhahaahahahheeeehehhaaaa!” Alex's laughter was soft and sweet, and one could tell she had a lovely singing voice, not raspy one bit. Her blue eyes squinted up and her nose wrinkled as a huge grin framed her fair face and laughter erupted from her body.
Sara then did the unthinkable, as she lowered her mouth and gently savored Alex's toes, sucking on them individually.
“Heeeeeeeeee!!!!!” Alex let out a shrill scream/giggle as her whole body spasmed. Her blonde hair became entangled with leaves and loose grass as it thrashed back and forth. Her back arched as Sara savored her left big toe, as Sara had the sexiest smile on her lips.
Finally amidst much of Alex's crazy laughter, Sara stopped. “Hey, a little help here,” she said to the others. “Do I have to do all of the work myself?”
“Trade places,” said Candice. Now Sara held Alex’s wrists down, while tiny Meghan shifted and straddled Alex's waist.
Meghan smiled at Alex as the Russian beauty tried to recover her much need breath.
“Please, please no more,” Alex begged between breaths.
“Nope, we still got more of your ticklish body to explore,” Meghan replied, as she slowly rolled Alex's shirt up, revealing her fair skinned midsection. With her flat, firm tummy, slinky sides, delicate ribcage and cute innie, it was a tickler's paradise.
Meghan started without hesitation, as she dived her nails into Alex's tummy, lobster-clawing her delicious tummy. Candice got Alex’s ankles in an arm lock, then spider walked her nails all over Alex’s sensitive soles.
“Hahahahahahahaha-hehe-haaaaahahaaaaaaa!” Alex went insane with high-pitched laughter, writhing about uncontrollably on the soft grass of the forest clearing. Her beautiful Russian laughter echoed off the trees, but was heard by no other human ear except the four girls.
Meghan's nails skittered lightly atop Alex's tummy muscles, as they twitched and quivered noticeably beneath her touch. Alex tried to suck in her tummy, but it only brought on the inevitable tickling, she couldn't escape. Candice spread Alex’s toes and started scratching lightly between them. Alex’s laughter went up a notch.
Meghan then suddenly switched to Alex’s sides, gripping and wiggling her fingers in with adding pressure, causing her to writhe about crazily. The fingers gripped up and down her smooth sides, wiggling in at different spots. Candice began drawing figure-eight’s on Alex’s heels. The two ticklers got amazing reactions everywhere.
Meghan's quick small, but skillful hands suddenly shifted to Alex's ribcage, which protruded gently from her fair, flawless skin, and Meghan danced her fingers up and down each rib, scribbling lightly on each and between each one. Candice scrabbled her nails in Alex’s arches, up the soles to the toes, then back down the way she came until she got to the heels. Alex laughed shrilly and bucked violently, her hips banging up and down against the soft earth, her laughter grew and grew.
Time to switch positions again. This time Candice straddled Alex’s waist, while Meghan grabbed her ankles. Sara whipped off her hair band, looped and twisted it around Alex’s wrists, kneeled on the free end.
Sara started scratching lightly in Alex’s armpits, causing Alex to burst into heavy laughter. That was Candice’s signal to start tickling her tummy, and the laughing went up a notch. Meghan’s skilled fingers started searching for every ticklish spot on the girl’s feet, and now Alex was out of control, wild laughter streaming constantly from her lips.
Their cruel three-way tickle torture lasted about five more minutes, and then just as Candice stuck a finger in Alex’s bellybutton, a burst of power shot through her limbs, and with sudden effort she yanked her arms and legs free and bucked Candice off.
Alex got up, swayed on her feet, gasping. She looked at the three ticklers in disbelief. “Khuligani!” she shouted at them. She was rumpled, dirty, grass stained, with grass and leaves tangled in her long blonde hair.
Her three tormentors sprang to their feet. Alex abandoned her sandals and darted off barefoot through the woods towards her new house.
“Let’s take her shoes back to her and tickle her some more,” Meghan said.
“No, we’ll just leave them in her mailbox,” said Sara. For once, she was the voice of caution. “We’ll have plenty of other opportunities.”
The four friends flopped down on the grass. “She'll be a tough one,” Meghan sighed.
“Yah, but we'll get her to love tickling,” Sara replied. She playfully tickled Meghan’s sole – Meghan squeaked and pulled her foot back.
“Yah, it'll be easy.” Candice grinned evilly, as each had separate thoughts of tickle torturing the new beautiful Russian girl...
***THE END***
5 June 2004: Many thanks to TMF member Starfires for help with the Russian words and phrases.
Copyright 2002, 2004 by the authors
Note: This is a repost of tummyticklish01’s original story. I’ve done some editing for the sake of consistency with the rest of the series. If you want to see the original, look here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=11091
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. Loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five.
Sara Rosen
She’s an 18-year-old adrenaline junkie, a risk-taker, a bad girl who likes to…let’s just say bend…the law. She’s built like Dolly Parton, a small girl with a slender waist and amazing upper body development. She has long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, a deep tan, and a fit, toned body. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness. She’s an enthusiastic tickler, on the principle that it’s more blessed to give than to receive.
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Alex Budanov
She still thinks of herself as Aleksandra Budanova – she was 15 years old when her family left Russia to come to America. She has just finished her Freshman year at Commonwealth University. Alex is new to Tickle Street. Long, silvery blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin with a fit body and buxom figure. She HATES being tickled, and is by no means an enthusiastic tickler – at least, not yet. She lives with her parents and three younger sisters: Julie, Jenny and Katie.
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Candice and Sara idly lounged on Sara's front lawn – they had nothing better to do. Both had graduated from Tieson City High School last night. Both had part-time jobs at Sara’s family’s drugstore, but they weren’t due at work for another hour and a half. The warm early-summer sun glared down at them, shining off Sara’s dark brown hair and Candice’s ash blonde, as they both sipped Cokes. Both were wearing denim shorts and t-shirts – Candice’s a crystal blue to match her eyes, Sara’s a bright pink.
Sara regarded her bare feet. Nail polish could stand a touch up, she thought. Nothing was going on. Maybe I’ll paint my–
“Hehehehe! Hey! Quit!” she said and pulled her feet back from Candice’s playful tickle. “It’s too hot for a tickle fight.”
“You’ve been walking around barefoot. I was just trying to clean the dirt off,” Candice replied virtuously, and poked Sara in the ribs with her big toe.
Sara grabbed the foot and flicked her nails along the bottom, toes to heel and back again. “Hehe-haha-heehehe!” Candice giggled, but she didn’t try to pull away. Sara hadn’t expected her to do so – it was an old game they had played since they were kids.
Now Sara started stroking faster, lightly, with the tips of her nails. The giggles came from Candice in a steady stream now. Sara was about to really dig in when Candice noticed the truck.
“Hehehe- hey! Hehe! Loo-loo-ahahaha! look!” she exclaimed through the giggles, pointing a finger at something over Sara’s shoulder.
Sara stopped tickling, turned her head. A huge moving truck was lumbering down the road. On the sides of the truck a huge cartoon guy was smiling, with the words JIM'S MOVING TRUCKS in black letters underneath. A bit behind the truck was a bright green minivan. The car seemed tinier as it shrunk in the presence of the truck.
Candice and Sara watched, as if mesmerized by the sight, their little tickle game forgotten.
“Wow, someone's finally moving into the house next door to Brittany,” Sara said, breaking the silence.
“Cool, I wonder who it is?”
Sara released her hold on her friend’s ankle. “Let's find out!”
The two girls raced after the truck and car, keeping to the grass.
As they sped down the street, they bumped into Meghan, who was on her way to the mailbox: a tiny strawberry blonde girl, freckled and blue-eyed, in a blue collared shirt, gray gym shorts and platform flip-flops.
“What's the rush?” she asked in her clear soprano voice.
“New people on the street!” was Sara and Candice's reply as they ran past. Meghan started after them, stumbled, kicked off her shoes (they were no good for running) and joined the race.
The three girls sprinted after the slow-moving vehicles, which finally stopped, and the girls caught up. They all breathed heavily, with Meghan winning the race, slightly before Candice.
“There's their house,” Sara said pointing.
The girls sat down across the street, watching in silent anticipation at who would step out of the small green car.
The car rolled up into the smooth driveway and stopped. The license plate had the Statue of Liberty on it – New York State. The driver’s door flung open.
Out stepped a tall, pale man in his mid-40s, with a brownish goatee. He was foreign-looking, wearing a green collared shirt and jeans. On the opposite side, a much shorter lady, same age probably, with a buxom figure, silvery blonde hair and hardly any looks of aging. She wore a black sweater and jeans.
Then the back door opened, and out stepped four girls… Well, three girls, the fourth was a young woman. She was a youthful version of her mother: a buxom blonde with fair skin, though her hair was much longer. Medium height, wearing a cute white t-shirt ( it said “I (heart) NY” on the front) with the sleeves rolled up, hip-hugging casual gray sweats, sandals. She looked about the neighborhood with light flashing in her deep blue eyes. She then noticed the three girls staring at her, and walked over to them casually.
“Hi, I'm Aleksandra, but my friends call me Alex,” she said politely, placing her hands on her hips. She had a heavy Russian accent, with an overlay of New York City.
“Hi, I'm Candice, this is Meghan and Sara.” Candice said in reply, pointing out each girl. “Where are you from?”
“Brighton Beach – oh, you mean before. Moskva– Moscow. Do you live here?” Alex asked, as her eyes still wandered about the bright and colorful neighborhood.
“Yah, we all live here, and there's about a dozen other girls too, all about our age,” Sara explained.
“Are you in college?” Meghan asked.
“Yes. I have just finished Freshman year at Commonwealth University,” Alex replied.
“Wow!” Meghan squealed excitedly, amazed at how perfectly Alex fit in with every other girl here, and if the next thing she was thinking of was true, she would easily become a part of them.
Meghan gleefully whispered to the two other girls, as they all got excited looks on their faces.
“So, Alex… Here in this neighborhood we have a little initiation ritual,” Sara smiled, happy with her choice of words.
“Initiation? Shto?” Then back into English: “What is it?”
“Just a little T-test,” Candice said, taking over for Sara, who was temporarily at a loss for words.
“T-test?” Alex repeated in confusion.
“Oh yah, but we gotta go do it in the woods behind your house, c'mon!” Meghan explained, as the three girls stood up, and walked with Alex to the woods, all the while talking about the town, the neighborhood and such.
They finally arrived at a clearing, perhaps 50 yards across and twice that long, carpeted with grass and wildflowers.
“So how do we do T-test?” Alex asked again for about the hundredth time.
“Just lay down on your back and close your eyes,” Sara told her, and Alex reluctantly did as told, with her growing curiosity outweighing the doubt.
She laid on the soft green grass, and suddenly felt her feet lifted slightly from the ground, and her brown sandals gently slipped off. She suddenly felt something very small and light trace up and down her bare soles. Her eyes shot open as giggles erupted from her mouth, and she snatched her feet away from Sara’s grasp.
“Otstan! Stop!” Alex said angrily.
“This is the T-test silly, now just lay down,” Meghan ordered, winking at Candice, who popped out of nowhere, and held Alex's arms down above her head to the grass.
Alex kicked her legs wildly, until Meghan sat on them, pinning and immobilizing them.
Alex yelled loudly, but when she realized no one could hear her but them, she stopped, and tried to talk sense into the three tickle-crazy girls.
“Please, no more, I'm too ticklish, I can't take it!” Alex begged, but this only caused them to pursure with more lust in their duty.
Sara grabbed Alex's small foot once more, picked up a forked twig, and trailed it up and down each sole, going back and forth.
“Heeehehehehehe-noooo-ehehehehe!” Alex exploded with cute, girlish giggles at the top of her lungs, her silvery blonde hair thrashing left and right, her face scrunched up in a giggly smile.
Sara continued drawing the twig slowly all over Alex's soft feet, and then up to her toes, gently teasing and sliding between each wriggling toe. Alex's giggles increased in intensity, as her whole body quivered.
Sara dropped the twig, then dug her long well manicured nails into Alex’s baby-soft feet, causing her giggles to evolve to mad laughter.
“Haaahheheehhahaahahahheeeehehhaaaa!” Alex's laughter was soft and sweet, and one could tell she had a lovely singing voice, not raspy one bit. Her blue eyes squinted up and her nose wrinkled as a huge grin framed her fair face and laughter erupted from her body.
Sara then did the unthinkable, as she lowered her mouth and gently savored Alex's toes, sucking on them individually.
“Heeeeeeeeee!!!!!” Alex let out a shrill scream/giggle as her whole body spasmed. Her blonde hair became entangled with leaves and loose grass as it thrashed back and forth. Her back arched as Sara savored her left big toe, as Sara had the sexiest smile on her lips.
Finally amidst much of Alex's crazy laughter, Sara stopped. “Hey, a little help here,” she said to the others. “Do I have to do all of the work myself?”
“Trade places,” said Candice. Now Sara held Alex’s wrists down, while tiny Meghan shifted and straddled Alex's waist.
Meghan smiled at Alex as the Russian beauty tried to recover her much need breath.
“Please, please no more,” Alex begged between breaths.
“Nope, we still got more of your ticklish body to explore,” Meghan replied, as she slowly rolled Alex's shirt up, revealing her fair skinned midsection. With her flat, firm tummy, slinky sides, delicate ribcage and cute innie, it was a tickler's paradise.
Meghan started without hesitation, as she dived her nails into Alex's tummy, lobster-clawing her delicious tummy. Candice got Alex’s ankles in an arm lock, then spider walked her nails all over Alex’s sensitive soles.
“Hahahahahahahaha-hehe-haaaaahahaaaaaaa!” Alex went insane with high-pitched laughter, writhing about uncontrollably on the soft grass of the forest clearing. Her beautiful Russian laughter echoed off the trees, but was heard by no other human ear except the four girls.
Meghan's nails skittered lightly atop Alex's tummy muscles, as they twitched and quivered noticeably beneath her touch. Alex tried to suck in her tummy, but it only brought on the inevitable tickling, she couldn't escape. Candice spread Alex’s toes and started scratching lightly between them. Alex’s laughter went up a notch.
Meghan then suddenly switched to Alex’s sides, gripping and wiggling her fingers in with adding pressure, causing her to writhe about crazily. The fingers gripped up and down her smooth sides, wiggling in at different spots. Candice began drawing figure-eight’s on Alex’s heels. The two ticklers got amazing reactions everywhere.
Meghan's quick small, but skillful hands suddenly shifted to Alex's ribcage, which protruded gently from her fair, flawless skin, and Meghan danced her fingers up and down each rib, scribbling lightly on each and between each one. Candice scrabbled her nails in Alex’s arches, up the soles to the toes, then back down the way she came until she got to the heels. Alex laughed shrilly and bucked violently, her hips banging up and down against the soft earth, her laughter grew and grew.
Time to switch positions again. This time Candice straddled Alex’s waist, while Meghan grabbed her ankles. Sara whipped off her hair band, looped and twisted it around Alex’s wrists, kneeled on the free end.
Sara started scratching lightly in Alex’s armpits, causing Alex to burst into heavy laughter. That was Candice’s signal to start tickling her tummy, and the laughing went up a notch. Meghan’s skilled fingers started searching for every ticklish spot on the girl’s feet, and now Alex was out of control, wild laughter streaming constantly from her lips.
Their cruel three-way tickle torture lasted about five more minutes, and then just as Candice stuck a finger in Alex’s bellybutton, a burst of power shot through her limbs, and with sudden effort she yanked her arms and legs free and bucked Candice off.
Alex got up, swayed on her feet, gasping. She looked at the three ticklers in disbelief. “Khuligani!” she shouted at them. She was rumpled, dirty, grass stained, with grass and leaves tangled in her long blonde hair.
Her three tormentors sprang to their feet. Alex abandoned her sandals and darted off barefoot through the woods towards her new house.
“Let’s take her shoes back to her and tickle her some more,” Meghan said.
“No, we’ll just leave them in her mailbox,” said Sara. For once, she was the voice of caution. “We’ll have plenty of other opportunities.”
The four friends flopped down on the grass. “She'll be a tough one,” Meghan sighed.
“Yah, but we'll get her to love tickling,” Sara replied. She playfully tickled Meghan’s sole – Meghan squeaked and pulled her foot back.
“Yah, it'll be easy.” Candice grinned evilly, as each had separate thoughts of tickle torturing the new beautiful Russian girl...
***THE END***
5 June 2004: Many thanks to TMF member Starfires for help with the Russian words and phrases.
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