I've been going to the dentist about once every three weeks this summer...I think they're building a house or something in my mouth. Anyway...
...when I am in the chair, my dentist and his assistant carry on non-stop conversations, as if I am not even there. His assistant is Michelle, 30ish, very average (not too tall, not too short, not too fat...), with feathered red hair, but with great eyes and a great mouth. Very friendly...so...
...the dentist asks how Michelle's houseguest's are. Apparently, Michelle's older sister and her two sons have come to town to stay with her for a couple weeks...
"It's been great to see them, but I will also be happy when they're gone."
"Can't wait to have your house back?" asks the dentist.
"Yes, that....and my nephews are getting on my nerves."
"Kids can be like that..."
"They're not really kids anymore...they're 16 and 15, and they're huge...and they think it's really fun to play "Let's Tickle Aunt Michelle"!
The dentist laughs at this..."And that's not fun for you?"
"It's humiliating! They tickled me the very first night they were there...my sister kind of put them up to it, telling them how Aunt Michelle is "Real Ticklish". The older one pinned me to the floor, and the younger one tickled my sides. I CAN'T STAND THAT. They tickled me until I cried...and my sister sat there on the couch, laughing at me. I was so mad, I went right to bed. My sister came in later and apologized, and promised me that wouldn't happen again....
...but of course, it did. I took her out to dinner on Saturday night, and we got all dressed up. When we came home, the guys were playing video games on the TV. She went in the bathroom, and I plopped down in a chair and kicked my shoes off. I made some off-hand comment, complaining about my pantyhose, and wondering why I ever put them on with my silk pants-suit. Before I knew it, the boys...I think now they must have had it planned, the little creeps...the boys were up and on me, each holding one of my ankles.
One of them says "There's one good thing about stockings...they make feet more ticklish..." and they both held me tight and tickled my stockinged feet"! I was laughing and screaming and trying to break free. Before I knew it, I was on the floor, but they wouldn't stop! God, I hate that!. Finally...my sister came out of the bathroom and made them stop..."
So...I have an appointment on the first of the month....
...when I am in the chair, my dentist and his assistant carry on non-stop conversations, as if I am not even there. His assistant is Michelle, 30ish, very average (not too tall, not too short, not too fat...), with feathered red hair, but with great eyes and a great mouth. Very friendly...so...
...the dentist asks how Michelle's houseguest's are. Apparently, Michelle's older sister and her two sons have come to town to stay with her for a couple weeks...
"It's been great to see them, but I will also be happy when they're gone."
"Can't wait to have your house back?" asks the dentist.
"Yes, that....and my nephews are getting on my nerves."
"Kids can be like that..."
"They're not really kids anymore...they're 16 and 15, and they're huge...and they think it's really fun to play "Let's Tickle Aunt Michelle"!
The dentist laughs at this..."And that's not fun for you?"
"It's humiliating! They tickled me the very first night they were there...my sister kind of put them up to it, telling them how Aunt Michelle is "Real Ticklish". The older one pinned me to the floor, and the younger one tickled my sides. I CAN'T STAND THAT. They tickled me until I cried...and my sister sat there on the couch, laughing at me. I was so mad, I went right to bed. My sister came in later and apologized, and promised me that wouldn't happen again....
...but of course, it did. I took her out to dinner on Saturday night, and we got all dressed up. When we came home, the guys were playing video games on the TV. She went in the bathroom, and I plopped down in a chair and kicked my shoes off. I made some off-hand comment, complaining about my pantyhose, and wondering why I ever put them on with my silk pants-suit. Before I knew it, the boys...I think now they must have had it planned, the little creeps...the boys were up and on me, each holding one of my ankles.
One of them says "There's one good thing about stockings...they make feet more ticklish..." and they both held me tight and tickled my stockinged feet"! I was laughing and screaming and trying to break free. Before I knew it, I was on the floor, but they wouldn't stop! God, I hate that!. Finally...my sister came out of the bathroom and made them stop..."
So...I have an appointment on the first of the month....
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