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Thanks for the support. If you're just joining us, here are links to the previous two parts. There's more story development here than out and out tickling, but I believe the payoff will be worth it.
Link to Part One:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=109318
Link to Part Two:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=109430
A Wife's Secret: Part Three
A couple hours later the house was full of Macintyres (or former Macintyres) and their families: her oldest sister Jackie, her husband Kevin, and the two kids; the other sister, Paulette, with her three kids; and then there was Teddy. Karyn’s mom was there too. All the food was laid out on two long tables in the living room and people mixed and ate and talked (and played) all over the first floor.
In talking with Karyn’s siblings that afternoon, I waited for some reference to their childhood so that maybe I could “naturally,” steer the conversation toward whether Karyn had been tickled as a girl. Not having any luck, when Karyn was in the other room and her two sisters were talking, I sidled up and gently poked Paulette in the ribs. As far as I could tell, she was the most ticklish of the three girls, and I got a big reaction: she jumped, giggled, and playfully slapped my hand.
“Jimmy, you’re terrible,” Paulette scolded.
“Well, you make such an excellent target,” I said logically, and then poked her other side for good measure. Then I waited for one of them to pick up on the tickling theme. Getting nothing, I added, “I mean, Karyn’s not ticklish at all.”
“I’m not sure I’d say that exactly,” Jackie offered, as the sisters looked at each other.
I tried to sound casual. “What do you mean?” But as fate would have it, Leslie, Paulette’s girl, and Dylan, Jackie’s boy, chose that moment to begin fighting loudly over the video game they had been playing. Both moms headed straight over to the kids and hustled them off in separate directions.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and started to clean up some dishes and leftover food. About ten minutes later, as I was washing up in the kitchen, Jackie came in.
“Can I help?” she asked in her strong, but friendly way. Jackie and Karyn actually looked a lot alike, both with soft, light-brown hair, high cheek bones, and excellent figures.
“Sure. Just talk to me while I put stuff away. That would help. I hate doing dishes and our little dishwasher is already full.”
“That’s easy enough. But are you sure you don’t want me to dry? Ya know, we first-borns always have to make sure things get taken care of the right way.”
Seeing a possible opening, I said, “Yes, I know. I remember the surprise party we threw together for Karyn two years ago.” Jackie smiled. “By the way, being oldest did you have to take care of little Karyn a lot?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time. Babysitting, making her meals, helping with homework. The whole package.”
“Did Paulette and Teddy play with her much too?”
“Paulette, yes. Teddy—I’d say he mainly tried to torture her. That’s another time I would step in.”
I swallowed. “Torture? Nothing serious, I hope.”
“No, no. Holding her upside down, bringing bugs into the house and showing them to her…stuff like that.”
I put another small plate in the cupboard.
“Oh!” Jackie blurted out. “And he used to love to take Karyn’s hands and lightly punch her in the face with her own hands and say, ‘Karyn, why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?!’”
“I did that to my younger sister a few times too,” I confessed. Then, taking a breath, I suggested, “He probably tickled her all the time, too, right?”
“Seems like you have a little thing for tickling, Jim.” She chuckled and I’m sure I blushed, but Jackie didn’t seem weirded out or anything. “In fact, that’s the one thing I wouldn’t let Teddy do to her. If I caught him trying to tickle her, or if I found out about it afterwards, I would slap him around. He was very scrawny back then. Or I’d threaten to tell mom about his Playboys. I’m completely ticklish and dad got me tons of times when I was young, so I didn’t want Karyn to suffer, especially from Teddy who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘mercy’.”
Jackie looked like she was going to add something. I waited.
She glanced at the kitchen door and lowered her voice a touch. “We only tickled Karyn when she did something very bad.”
“We?”
“Well, after mom and dad got divorced, I took a bigger role in disciplining the younger kids. If Karyn did something really bad—like the time she was 12 and we found her trying a cigarette behind the house—we would take her upstairs and I had the others tickle her for like a half hour straight, while I would lecture her about what she had done wrong and how unacceptable and unfortunate it was.”
“Unfortunate?”
“Yeah,” she said, laughing. “For some reason, when I was in college I got really attached to the word ‘unfortunate’. Everything bad or sad or inconvenient became ‘unfortunate’ to me. Anyway, we tickled Karyn as punishment, as I played amateur psychologist. But that was the only time I let her get tickled at home.”
“Did this happen often?
“I don’t know, over the years maybe a dozen times.”
“Huh, that’s interesting.” I tried to process the information I had taken in over the last couple minutes. “Jackie, by the way, did you know a girl who went to high school with Karyn named Tracie Evans?”
“Of course, she used to be one of Karyn’s best friends.”
“What happened between them?”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly the proudest moment for the Macintyres. Karyn got into big trouble at school. Maybe I should let her tell you….” Jackie stood debating with herself for a second. “Let’s just say Karyn almost let Tracie take the fall for a problem on student council that was really Karyn’s fault. Karyn told the truth in the end, but Tracie wouldn’t forgive her.”
“Sounds very unfortunate,” I said.
Link to Part One:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=109318
Link to Part Two:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=109430
A Wife's Secret: Part Three
A couple hours later the house was full of Macintyres (or former Macintyres) and their families: her oldest sister Jackie, her husband Kevin, and the two kids; the other sister, Paulette, with her three kids; and then there was Teddy. Karyn’s mom was there too. All the food was laid out on two long tables in the living room and people mixed and ate and talked (and played) all over the first floor.
In talking with Karyn’s siblings that afternoon, I waited for some reference to their childhood so that maybe I could “naturally,” steer the conversation toward whether Karyn had been tickled as a girl. Not having any luck, when Karyn was in the other room and her two sisters were talking, I sidled up and gently poked Paulette in the ribs. As far as I could tell, she was the most ticklish of the three girls, and I got a big reaction: she jumped, giggled, and playfully slapped my hand.
“Jimmy, you’re terrible,” Paulette scolded.
“Well, you make such an excellent target,” I said logically, and then poked her other side for good measure. Then I waited for one of them to pick up on the tickling theme. Getting nothing, I added, “I mean, Karyn’s not ticklish at all.”
“I’m not sure I’d say that exactly,” Jackie offered, as the sisters looked at each other.
I tried to sound casual. “What do you mean?” But as fate would have it, Leslie, Paulette’s girl, and Dylan, Jackie’s boy, chose that moment to begin fighting loudly over the video game they had been playing. Both moms headed straight over to the kids and hustled them off in separate directions.
I mentally shrugged my shoulders and started to clean up some dishes and leftover food. About ten minutes later, as I was washing up in the kitchen, Jackie came in.
“Can I help?” she asked in her strong, but friendly way. Jackie and Karyn actually looked a lot alike, both with soft, light-brown hair, high cheek bones, and excellent figures.
“Sure. Just talk to me while I put stuff away. That would help. I hate doing dishes and our little dishwasher is already full.”
“That’s easy enough. But are you sure you don’t want me to dry? Ya know, we first-borns always have to make sure things get taken care of the right way.”
Seeing a possible opening, I said, “Yes, I know. I remember the surprise party we threw together for Karyn two years ago.” Jackie smiled. “By the way, being oldest did you have to take care of little Karyn a lot?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time. Babysitting, making her meals, helping with homework. The whole package.”
“Did Paulette and Teddy play with her much too?”
“Paulette, yes. Teddy—I’d say he mainly tried to torture her. That’s another time I would step in.”
I swallowed. “Torture? Nothing serious, I hope.”
“No, no. Holding her upside down, bringing bugs into the house and showing them to her…stuff like that.”
I put another small plate in the cupboard.
“Oh!” Jackie blurted out. “And he used to love to take Karyn’s hands and lightly punch her in the face with her own hands and say, ‘Karyn, why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?!’”
“I did that to my younger sister a few times too,” I confessed. Then, taking a breath, I suggested, “He probably tickled her all the time, too, right?”
“Seems like you have a little thing for tickling, Jim.” She chuckled and I’m sure I blushed, but Jackie didn’t seem weirded out or anything. “In fact, that’s the one thing I wouldn’t let Teddy do to her. If I caught him trying to tickle her, or if I found out about it afterwards, I would slap him around. He was very scrawny back then. Or I’d threaten to tell mom about his Playboys. I’m completely ticklish and dad got me tons of times when I was young, so I didn’t want Karyn to suffer, especially from Teddy who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘mercy’.”
Jackie looked like she was going to add something. I waited.
She glanced at the kitchen door and lowered her voice a touch. “We only tickled Karyn when she did something very bad.”
“We?”
“Well, after mom and dad got divorced, I took a bigger role in disciplining the younger kids. If Karyn did something really bad—like the time she was 12 and we found her trying a cigarette behind the house—we would take her upstairs and I had the others tickle her for like a half hour straight, while I would lecture her about what she had done wrong and how unacceptable and unfortunate it was.”
“Unfortunate?”
“Yeah,” she said, laughing. “For some reason, when I was in college I got really attached to the word ‘unfortunate’. Everything bad or sad or inconvenient became ‘unfortunate’ to me. Anyway, we tickled Karyn as punishment, as I played amateur psychologist. But that was the only time I let her get tickled at home.”
“Did this happen often?
“I don’t know, over the years maybe a dozen times.”
“Huh, that’s interesting.” I tried to process the information I had taken in over the last couple minutes. “Jackie, by the way, did you know a girl who went to high school with Karyn named Tracie Evans?”
“Of course, she used to be one of Karyn’s best friends.”
“What happened between them?”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly the proudest moment for the Macintyres. Karyn got into big trouble at school. Maybe I should let her tell you….” Jackie stood debating with herself for a second. “Let’s just say Karyn almost let Tracie take the fall for a problem on student council that was really Karyn’s fault. Karyn told the truth in the end, but Tracie wouldn’t forgive her.”
“Sounds very unfortunate,” I said.
