Petite_Tickles
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Author's Note: The Tickler/Tickle-Monster is taken from this site
I awoke to the horrid sensation of someone or something poking at my right side. I groaned and squirmed, trying desperately to get away from the offending sensation and go back to sleep, but my tormentor was very determined.
"Get up, Penny, up up up!" Mama said. Urgh! Go wake Andie or one of the others instead! Mama found a ticklish spot and I failed to hold back a giggle. I tried to grasp her hand and hold it away, but she simply brought her other hand and kneaded my side, scratching right under my shirt. I shot up laughing and using both hands now to fend her off. "Okay! I'm up I'm up! Stop tickling!"
Mama winks at me, "Only way to get you lazy bones to work! Now up and at it, breakfast is cooking, and I have all your other sisters to wake up. Go on, get dressed, you have something to wear?"
She talked all the way out the door, already going to Andie's room to wake her up, in a similar manner, though I know she's not as difficult as me or the others to awaken. I had already picked something to wear the night before, so I quickly yelled out an answer to mama in response to her last question, then proceeded to get dressed. Time for another day. After brushing my teeth, taking a quick shower, and getting dressed for work, I head downstairs, I could smell the maple syrup and the freshly baked pancakes wafting through the entire household. I was planning on just going straight to work, but what insane girl would turn down pancakes and syrup for breakfast? Not me! I quickly joined my sisters at the table. Rhea was already awake, as always. Probably was the first at the table too. Nineteen years, and I have yet to once beat her to the breakfast table. Or my other sisters for that matter.
Rhea glances at my arrival and quickly hands over a plate with two pancakes, already laced over with syrup, and a fork. "Eat up."
Rhea, always looking out for her little sisters, and one of the most impatient people on the earth. Hence why her plate was already empty, and as I sat down to eat, she rose to leave for work, wherever, and whatever that is. She's so secretive about her work, sometimes I wonder if she works for the CIA or something. But considering what a private person Rhea is, and the fact she disapproves of my job as a reporter at the Daily Farce, the most renowned newspaper publisher in the world, it's very likely she will never tell me what she does. My other sisters seem to be sworn to secrecy as well. Typical, I find the world's secrets on a near-daily basis, but I can't even find out zip about my older sister's line of work.
Mama puts a glass of orange juice in front of me, and after we all say goodbye to Rhea for the day, she turns back to me. "So, Lucky Penny..." she loves calling me that. "...what articles will you be working on? More UFO sigtings? Interview with President? Maybe meet handsome stranger?"
Well, clearly mama doesn't ask much more beyond questions that lead up to the all-important question of finding a partner. Mental sigh. I shake my head whilst stuffing pancake into my mouth. "No," I said between chewing. I talk with my mouthful, yes, and I do not choke. I've called Ripley's about this, but they couldn't believe it. "Nothing impressive so far. Actually, Mr. Glee says he has something for me to cover, and might be sending me overseas for it."
Mama approved, especially if it's going to take me to England. Andie and Daphne were already telling me what they want from there. Hmm...I might just get it for them.
So when I got to work, I went straight to Mr. Glee's office. Now Mr. Glee is a wonderful man. Utterly delightful. But I must say I am beginning to question his assignments for me. You see, the way I was awakened this morning says a great deal about me, and then, now, it seems that my whole life revolves around this unique problem. Well, there is always hope. I step into the office, and there he was, as usual, working on his computer, bifocals that look like they are a part of him more than it is a separate object. He loses more hair each day. He glances up at me and smiles, "Ah, Penny! Right on time."
I smile at him and take a seat, he was already digging out a large file. Whoa, it's very large! This might be it. Today might be the day. I take the file he hands over to me, and eagerly open it up.
Okay, today might not be the day...
"This just came up two days ago, and you're just the person to find out the verity of this story!" He says, with a big genuine grin plastered on his middle-aged face.
I glance up at him incredulously, "Really? Just the right person?"
"Absolutely!"
"Mr. Glee, just out of curiousity, how come I'm the only one that seems to keep getting these particular assignments?!?"
Mr. Glee's eyebrows go up in wonderment for a moment, before he smiles again and comes out with a ready answer, "Well, you always seem to get the story, that's why."
I sigh. It's getting ridiculous, honestly. So I ask him, "Is there anything else I could do? War issues? Dirty politicians? Societal corruption?"
Mr. Glee scoffs politely, if that is possible, "Don't you worry about those, Penny, it's all covered, and everyone knows politicians are dirty, ain't a clean one left in the universe. I've booked your flight, pack your bags, you leave tonight."
And that was that. I'm saddled once more with what is likely going to be a real laugh riot. No puns intended, or all puns intended, whichever way you want to look at it.
I step out of Mr. Glee's office and just stand there quietly for a few seconds.
Have to let it out! Have to let it out!
I'm gonna let it out.
MOTHERF*....................!!!
Well, that felt good. And I had everyone's attention, undivided.
Next part coming up soon.
I awoke to the horrid sensation of someone or something poking at my right side. I groaned and squirmed, trying desperately to get away from the offending sensation and go back to sleep, but my tormentor was very determined.
"Get up, Penny, up up up!" Mama said. Urgh! Go wake Andie or one of the others instead! Mama found a ticklish spot and I failed to hold back a giggle. I tried to grasp her hand and hold it away, but she simply brought her other hand and kneaded my side, scratching right under my shirt. I shot up laughing and using both hands now to fend her off. "Okay! I'm up I'm up! Stop tickling!"
Mama winks at me, "Only way to get you lazy bones to work! Now up and at it, breakfast is cooking, and I have all your other sisters to wake up. Go on, get dressed, you have something to wear?"
She talked all the way out the door, already going to Andie's room to wake her up, in a similar manner, though I know she's not as difficult as me or the others to awaken. I had already picked something to wear the night before, so I quickly yelled out an answer to mama in response to her last question, then proceeded to get dressed. Time for another day. After brushing my teeth, taking a quick shower, and getting dressed for work, I head downstairs, I could smell the maple syrup and the freshly baked pancakes wafting through the entire household. I was planning on just going straight to work, but what insane girl would turn down pancakes and syrup for breakfast? Not me! I quickly joined my sisters at the table. Rhea was already awake, as always. Probably was the first at the table too. Nineteen years, and I have yet to once beat her to the breakfast table. Or my other sisters for that matter.
Rhea glances at my arrival and quickly hands over a plate with two pancakes, already laced over with syrup, and a fork. "Eat up."
Rhea, always looking out for her little sisters, and one of the most impatient people on the earth. Hence why her plate was already empty, and as I sat down to eat, she rose to leave for work, wherever, and whatever that is. She's so secretive about her work, sometimes I wonder if she works for the CIA or something. But considering what a private person Rhea is, and the fact she disapproves of my job as a reporter at the Daily Farce, the most renowned newspaper publisher in the world, it's very likely she will never tell me what she does. My other sisters seem to be sworn to secrecy as well. Typical, I find the world's secrets on a near-daily basis, but I can't even find out zip about my older sister's line of work.
Mama puts a glass of orange juice in front of me, and after we all say goodbye to Rhea for the day, she turns back to me. "So, Lucky Penny..." she loves calling me that. "...what articles will you be working on? More UFO sigtings? Interview with President? Maybe meet handsome stranger?"
Well, clearly mama doesn't ask much more beyond questions that lead up to the all-important question of finding a partner. Mental sigh. I shake my head whilst stuffing pancake into my mouth. "No," I said between chewing. I talk with my mouthful, yes, and I do not choke. I've called Ripley's about this, but they couldn't believe it. "Nothing impressive so far. Actually, Mr. Glee says he has something for me to cover, and might be sending me overseas for it."
Mama approved, especially if it's going to take me to England. Andie and Daphne were already telling me what they want from there. Hmm...I might just get it for them.
So when I got to work, I went straight to Mr. Glee's office. Now Mr. Glee is a wonderful man. Utterly delightful. But I must say I am beginning to question his assignments for me. You see, the way I was awakened this morning says a great deal about me, and then, now, it seems that my whole life revolves around this unique problem. Well, there is always hope. I step into the office, and there he was, as usual, working on his computer, bifocals that look like they are a part of him more than it is a separate object. He loses more hair each day. He glances up at me and smiles, "Ah, Penny! Right on time."
I smile at him and take a seat, he was already digging out a large file. Whoa, it's very large! This might be it. Today might be the day. I take the file he hands over to me, and eagerly open it up.
Okay, today might not be the day...
"This just came up two days ago, and you're just the person to find out the verity of this story!" He says, with a big genuine grin plastered on his middle-aged face.
I glance up at him incredulously, "Really? Just the right person?"
"Absolutely!"
"Mr. Glee, just out of curiousity, how come I'm the only one that seems to keep getting these particular assignments?!?"
Mr. Glee's eyebrows go up in wonderment for a moment, before he smiles again and comes out with a ready answer, "Well, you always seem to get the story, that's why."
I sigh. It's getting ridiculous, honestly. So I ask him, "Is there anything else I could do? War issues? Dirty politicians? Societal corruption?"
Mr. Glee scoffs politely, if that is possible, "Don't you worry about those, Penny, it's all covered, and everyone knows politicians are dirty, ain't a clean one left in the universe. I've booked your flight, pack your bags, you leave tonight."
And that was that. I'm saddled once more with what is likely going to be a real laugh riot. No puns intended, or all puns intended, whichever way you want to look at it.
I step out of Mr. Glee's office and just stand there quietly for a few seconds.
Have to let it out! Have to let it out!
I'm gonna let it out.
MOTHERF*....................!!!
Well, that felt good. And I had everyone's attention, undivided.
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Next part coming up soon.
