This is an early go for me at fiction. Any resemblance to previous work or anyone's real life experience is purely coincidental. (Although it sure sounds like a good idea to me!).
Cheers!
Professor Tkl
“Birthday Club”
Jeff came home from work after a long week. He was so glad Friday afternoon had finally arrived. His wife Janet greeted him at the door. A bright-eyed girl of 28 with smiling Irish eyes and curly brown locks that danced about her face, she kissed him and welcomed him home. She reminded him that it was his birthday weekend and as had been arranged he would have three visitors over the course of the weekend and the first had already arrived. Janet excused herself to the grocery store and Jeff proceded downstairs at Janet’s recommendation to see the first of his birthday gifts.
Yvonne was an athletic African American woman in her mid twenties. Jeff and Janet met Yvonne and her husband Eric at a party earlier in the year and periodically got together for dinner or drinks. Now this svelte, nervous appearing woman was giggling as Jeff approached her. She was standing in Jeff’s finished basement, her back against a padded column that enclosed a support beam. Her hands were bound above her head with the bondage wrapping around the back of the pole. Her ankles were bound together with similar soft leather cuffs and secured to the column. She was not going anywhere. She wore cotton socks and sneakers, a tennis skirt and a halter top. Her hair was up and her makeup was done in a way that highlighted her smiling lips.
A few months earlier, Jeff and three other men who all have tickling fetishes– along with their wives – established a special birthday club. During the month of each man’s birthday, each of the other wives make arrangements to present herself to him for an evening to be a tickle slave as a birthday gift. This is done in coordination with the birthday boy’s wife who is key in coordinating the several evenings of fun. Jeff’s birthday was this weekend and so he was looking forward to the next three evenings.
Yvonne’s skin was so flawless and smooth to the touch that it almost didn’t seem real. She was particularly sensitive on her flat, tone tummy and her smooth, tender armpits. When Janet returned from the grocery she made it a point to join Jeff in the basement and show him what a set of manicured nails does to Yvonne when they dance ever so gently all over her neck. Yvonne squealed, laughed, begged and squirmed the whole time. Like Janet, she was an exceptionally ticklish woman and very sensitive to almost any technique you could dream of. After a bit of tickle fun Yvonne was unbound and given some water and the three enjoyed a dinner Janet prepared after Jeff spent a while in the next room counting Yvonne’s ribs and poking her tummy as the two sat on the couch. After dinner and a few glasses of wine, Janet took Yvonne by the hand and led her to a guest room with a large king sized bed with a set of stocks at the foot. Yvonne knew what was next. Her soft, size 7s had yet to be taken out of her socks and shoes but that was about to change. Yvonne recalled the fun Eric had tickling Janet’s super soft size 5 feet as she laughed and begged for mercy in her characteristic Irish brogue. Yvonne knew it was time to put her sensitive soles up for a tickle this time. She sat on the bed placing her ankles in the stocks and Janet locked them in and then secured her hands behind her back with leather restraint cuffs. Once secured a broad grin beamed over Janet’s face as she removed the shoes and socks from her giggling girlfriend who was anticipating the tickling to come. When Jeff’s fingers met the soft, pedicured flesh Yvonne’s eyes bugged open and her mouth in a wide open grin she shrieked and bucked her bonds to no avail. As the foot tickling continued, the poor woman’s guffaws were stifling and she begged so much as her breath would allow her but to no avail – the relentless foot tickling went on for what seemed like ages. Of course once Jeff had his fill of the pretty woman’s feet he spent a little more time finger dancing all over her ribs, tummy and wiggling fingers into her armpits. Yvonne rolled about best as she could, her hands bound behind her and helpless to stop her tickler.
The evening concluded and they couple wished their guest goodnight. Janet had further plans for Jeff as only she could provide for him. He rested well, knowing two more evenings of fun were to follow.
The next day Janet brought him out to lunch and they spent a relaxed afternoon together. The watched the ball game on the big screen of their favorite sports bar and as luck would have it their college alma mater found victory against a rival in the fourth quarter of the game. After arriving home, being late in the fall sunset came quickly and as dusk fell the doorbell rang. Jeff had to wonder if it was what he had hoped. Janet’s reflexive smile as she went to answer the door all but answered his question.
Jessica was dressed in an overcoat and came in smiling, smelling of the cool autumn air. After greeting Janet she hugged Jeff and wished him a happy birthday. Jessica was a short, slightly plump lady standing about four foot ten when barefoot. She had curly blonde locks down her back and the face of a porcelain china doll. When she smiled the room lit up. Her husband, Don, was one of Jeff’s best friends and she and Janet spent a fair amount of time together shopping, going for coffee, etc. But today she was here for something entirely different.
Janet excused herself as she and Jessica proceded to the upstairs of the home with Jeff instructed to wait and relax for a few moments. After a few minutes Janet returned and escorted Jeff to the guest room in the upstairs of their home. Jessica sat on the bed in an old fashioned straight jacket, her bare legs exposed by wearing a pair of shorts and with her socked feet sticking out of a pair of stocks at the end of the footboard. A bench was set in front of the stocked feet, quite obviously for Jeff to be seated and enjoy the ticklish woman bound in front of him. Jessica had what she believed, as well as several others, to be the most ticklish feet on the planet. Her pudgy little size fives were off the scale. To tickle this woman without bondage would have been next to impossible.
Jeff seated himself began to play with the still sock clad left foot. Squeals and pleading emanated from the curvy blonde woman. After what seemed like a marathon tickle the right foot was indulged in a similar manner. Janet had stepped out to look after other preparations leaving the laughing lady alone with her tickler. As Jeff tugged at one of Jessica’s socks she shook her head back and forth pleading with him to leave her socks on. The woman’s bare feet were a sight of their own to behold. Buttery soft with painted toenails that wiggled in anticipation they were a foot tickler’s dream come true. Jeff noticed a couple of feathers placed on a nearby table and with one in each hand stroked the trapped woman’s soles causing her to guffaw so loudly he wondered if the neighbors would hear. This was soon replaced by scrambling fingers all over Jessica’s sensitive peds and the woman’s reaction was nothing short of electric. She was certain she would pass out.
Janet returned a while later to see an exhausted appearing Jessica breaking into a sweat with a mask of a smile on her face even while catching her breath. “No! Janet, Please! Pleeeheheheheeeeeease!” It was too late as the smiling wife danced her fingers over the irresistible soft soles causing her ticklee to convulse with laughter. Not satisfied with this the couple each chose a leg and slowly danced their fingers up the trapped woman’s legs and squeezed gently just above her knees and kneaded her thighs. Jessica’s eruptions of screaming and laughter were almost deafening as the husband and wife tickle team worked over her soft, smooth, thick legs. Janet’s wiggling fingers found their way to the poor woman’s hips and buttocks and almost sent her into orbit but eventually the tickling came to an end and the woman was released and brought some refreshments. However her ordeal was far from over.
Janet remembered a bondage method Jessica’s husband Don had used with her when his birthday came around a few months earlier and she was eager to put Jessica in the same predicament. In the basement Jessica stood back to the padded column with her saran wrap securing her to the structure from the hips to the ankles and from the elbows to the wrists with her arms stretched way above her head. Those soft, creamy armpits exposed by Jessica’s sleeveless top just begged to be tickled. Her angelic face beamed with an anticipatory smile when Jeff entered the room as she saw her tickler approach with wiggling fingers. After a thorough armpit and tummy tickling and repeated rib counts, Janet sat on the floor in front of the squealing woman and danced her fingernails gently over the tops of her feet causing her to scream her safeword over and over several times before the tickling ceased. She and Jeff traded positions a few times before unwrapping the giggling blonde and receiving long warm hugs from their shared ticklee. After wishing Jessica goodnight following another night of marital bliss followed for the couple and the anticipation of the next day loomed ahead.
Marie entered the house in good spirits. She was a spunky, all Italian, raven-haired beauty. She and her husband Johnny – a local jeweler - had a successful gold and diamond brokering business in town. She hugged Jeff and wished him happy birthday asking him if he was ready. Of course he was. Marie, being she less than shy girl that she was, stripped down to the blue bikini she was wearing right then and there. She stood, still in her spiked high heels, tone and fit, grinning ear to ear in anticipation of the tickling she was about to receive.
She wandered with Janet into the bedroom and was instructed to stand the front of her body against the bed and then bend over it, stretching out her arms in front of her. Marie, a woman who clearly loved being tickled, happily complied. Jeff then reached up to her bare ribs from behind her and played her exposed ribs like a piano causing the bikini clad woman to squeal and squirm but she held her arms out fast, not bringing them back for even a moment.
“I bet I know a Marie ticklish spot, “ Janet quipped.
With that Jeff stepped back to allow his wife to work. She stood behind the very ticklish lady who waited in anticipation still in position. Marie’s full, firm buttocks were clearly exposed as a target and perked up with the high heels she wore. Janet’s nimble, manicured fingers began to dance all about the soft, tender cheeks of the tan woman. Marie’s squeals for mercy and burst of laughter was almost maniacal yet she remained in the position she initially assumed enduring Janet’s ticklish ministrations. Jeff set himself at Marie’s feet wrapping his legs around her ankles and began to spider tickle the back of the woman’s legs, hip to ankle often lingering in that soft part of the back of the knee that drove her even more crazy.
After a break for the bathroom, Marie returned to be hogtied on the bed. Janet excused herself to prepare some refreshments but not before relieving Marie of her stiletto heels once she was bound. This left even the ticklephile in a very nervous position. Jeff wasted no time going to town on Marie’s sensitive pedicured feet. For her part she responded with insane laughter, cackling and pleading for mercy best as she could in between breaths. In that bikini however, there was nowhere safe from her tickler’s fingers and she knew it. Her ribs, neck and hips were tickled without mercy and once rolled onto her side her taut, ticklish tummy was at the mercy of her tickler with Marie’s face turning to a mask of laughter.
Once released and the refreshments enjoyed, Marie and Janet excused themselves and asked Jeff to wait for a few moments until they retrieved him. When a few moments had passed it was Marie who came for him leading him down to the basement. Jeff could not believe his eyes. The doorbell rang and Marie assured him of her prompt return. There in the middle of the basement was an X frame and bound to it was his topless wife, Janet. She wore nothing but a pair of skimpy lace panties. A few feet before it was an overstuffed chair to which he was directed to sit. The doorbell rang and Marie instructed Jeff to relax assuring him of her prompt return. Jeff could not resist wiggling a finger or two all about his wife’s naked armpits bringing out squeals of ticklish delight from her lips.
Yvonne, Jessica and Marie descended down the stairs. The former were dressed in their normal fashion with Marie still clad in her blue bikini albeit now barefoot. The three debated as to who was to tickle first and Yvonne was decided as the first of Janet’s ticklers. Jeff was motioned to sit and watch; Marie massaged his shoulders as the tall, African-American woman tickled his pretty Irish wife absolutely silly. She spared none of Janet’s ticklish spots and tickled her safe word from her lips several times. All the while Jessica looked on eagerly, sitting in a chair next to Jeff’s and smiled in anticipation of her turn. The girls switched with Jessica tickling and Yvonne rubbing Jeff’s shoulders. Jessica concentrated more than Yvonne did on Janet’s feet, which were a real hot spot for her. When Marie’s time came she took her chance to tickle the giggling lady’s nipples and hips making her beg for mercy like she had not all evening. When she had been at that for a while she gave Janet a moment to breathe and motioned to the other two women. Marie and Yvonne stood at each side and Jessica sat Indian style at her feet, arm outstretched so as to reach both feet at once.
“Are you ready, girls?” Marie asked grinning ear to ear.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” Janet begged in her typical Irish brogue.
“Ready . .”
“No, please, no more tickling!”
“Set . . .”
“Oh shit, Pleheeeeheeease!”
“Tickle her!”
With that six tickling hands set Jeff’s wife into whirlwind of ticklish laughter. Nothing in the world existed for Janet but the tickling hands and the teasing voices of the women asking how ticklish she was, if she’d be a good little tickle girl and the like. Each woman was clearly enjoying her task and recalling Janet’s tickling fingers on their own sensitive spots from birthdays past.
When it seemed she may pass out the tickling ceased and Janet was freed. She embraced her grateful husband who held her lovingly for a few moments to recover her breath. Somehow in the interval Marie had retrieved her clothes and dressed as quickly as she had peeled them off. With final birthday hugs from all three women and seeing them out Jeff was convinced of this being the best birthday he had ever had. After the most amazing evening he and Janet had ever had he awoke to find a CD in a case bearing a big red gift bow on his nightstand. Janet told him the session of her tickling in the basement had been videotaped and it was a memento of his birthday fun as a final gift. Jeff couldn’t wait until next year – 364 days to go and counting.
Cheers!
Professor Tkl
“Birthday Club”
Jeff came home from work after a long week. He was so glad Friday afternoon had finally arrived. His wife Janet greeted him at the door. A bright-eyed girl of 28 with smiling Irish eyes and curly brown locks that danced about her face, she kissed him and welcomed him home. She reminded him that it was his birthday weekend and as had been arranged he would have three visitors over the course of the weekend and the first had already arrived. Janet excused herself to the grocery store and Jeff proceded downstairs at Janet’s recommendation to see the first of his birthday gifts.
Yvonne was an athletic African American woman in her mid twenties. Jeff and Janet met Yvonne and her husband Eric at a party earlier in the year and periodically got together for dinner or drinks. Now this svelte, nervous appearing woman was giggling as Jeff approached her. She was standing in Jeff’s finished basement, her back against a padded column that enclosed a support beam. Her hands were bound above her head with the bondage wrapping around the back of the pole. Her ankles were bound together with similar soft leather cuffs and secured to the column. She was not going anywhere. She wore cotton socks and sneakers, a tennis skirt and a halter top. Her hair was up and her makeup was done in a way that highlighted her smiling lips.
A few months earlier, Jeff and three other men who all have tickling fetishes– along with their wives – established a special birthday club. During the month of each man’s birthday, each of the other wives make arrangements to present herself to him for an evening to be a tickle slave as a birthday gift. This is done in coordination with the birthday boy’s wife who is key in coordinating the several evenings of fun. Jeff’s birthday was this weekend and so he was looking forward to the next three evenings.
Yvonne’s skin was so flawless and smooth to the touch that it almost didn’t seem real. She was particularly sensitive on her flat, tone tummy and her smooth, tender armpits. When Janet returned from the grocery she made it a point to join Jeff in the basement and show him what a set of manicured nails does to Yvonne when they dance ever so gently all over her neck. Yvonne squealed, laughed, begged and squirmed the whole time. Like Janet, she was an exceptionally ticklish woman and very sensitive to almost any technique you could dream of. After a bit of tickle fun Yvonne was unbound and given some water and the three enjoyed a dinner Janet prepared after Jeff spent a while in the next room counting Yvonne’s ribs and poking her tummy as the two sat on the couch. After dinner and a few glasses of wine, Janet took Yvonne by the hand and led her to a guest room with a large king sized bed with a set of stocks at the foot. Yvonne knew what was next. Her soft, size 7s had yet to be taken out of her socks and shoes but that was about to change. Yvonne recalled the fun Eric had tickling Janet’s super soft size 5 feet as she laughed and begged for mercy in her characteristic Irish brogue. Yvonne knew it was time to put her sensitive soles up for a tickle this time. She sat on the bed placing her ankles in the stocks and Janet locked them in and then secured her hands behind her back with leather restraint cuffs. Once secured a broad grin beamed over Janet’s face as she removed the shoes and socks from her giggling girlfriend who was anticipating the tickling to come. When Jeff’s fingers met the soft, pedicured flesh Yvonne’s eyes bugged open and her mouth in a wide open grin she shrieked and bucked her bonds to no avail. As the foot tickling continued, the poor woman’s guffaws were stifling and she begged so much as her breath would allow her but to no avail – the relentless foot tickling went on for what seemed like ages. Of course once Jeff had his fill of the pretty woman’s feet he spent a little more time finger dancing all over her ribs, tummy and wiggling fingers into her armpits. Yvonne rolled about best as she could, her hands bound behind her and helpless to stop her tickler.
The evening concluded and they couple wished their guest goodnight. Janet had further plans for Jeff as only she could provide for him. He rested well, knowing two more evenings of fun were to follow.
The next day Janet brought him out to lunch and they spent a relaxed afternoon together. The watched the ball game on the big screen of their favorite sports bar and as luck would have it their college alma mater found victory against a rival in the fourth quarter of the game. After arriving home, being late in the fall sunset came quickly and as dusk fell the doorbell rang. Jeff had to wonder if it was what he had hoped. Janet’s reflexive smile as she went to answer the door all but answered his question.
Jessica was dressed in an overcoat and came in smiling, smelling of the cool autumn air. After greeting Janet she hugged Jeff and wished him a happy birthday. Jessica was a short, slightly plump lady standing about four foot ten when barefoot. She had curly blonde locks down her back and the face of a porcelain china doll. When she smiled the room lit up. Her husband, Don, was one of Jeff’s best friends and she and Janet spent a fair amount of time together shopping, going for coffee, etc. But today she was here for something entirely different.
Janet excused herself as she and Jessica proceded to the upstairs of the home with Jeff instructed to wait and relax for a few moments. After a few minutes Janet returned and escorted Jeff to the guest room in the upstairs of their home. Jessica sat on the bed in an old fashioned straight jacket, her bare legs exposed by wearing a pair of shorts and with her socked feet sticking out of a pair of stocks at the end of the footboard. A bench was set in front of the stocked feet, quite obviously for Jeff to be seated and enjoy the ticklish woman bound in front of him. Jessica had what she believed, as well as several others, to be the most ticklish feet on the planet. Her pudgy little size fives were off the scale. To tickle this woman without bondage would have been next to impossible.
Jeff seated himself began to play with the still sock clad left foot. Squeals and pleading emanated from the curvy blonde woman. After what seemed like a marathon tickle the right foot was indulged in a similar manner. Janet had stepped out to look after other preparations leaving the laughing lady alone with her tickler. As Jeff tugged at one of Jessica’s socks she shook her head back and forth pleading with him to leave her socks on. The woman’s bare feet were a sight of their own to behold. Buttery soft with painted toenails that wiggled in anticipation they were a foot tickler’s dream come true. Jeff noticed a couple of feathers placed on a nearby table and with one in each hand stroked the trapped woman’s soles causing her to guffaw so loudly he wondered if the neighbors would hear. This was soon replaced by scrambling fingers all over Jessica’s sensitive peds and the woman’s reaction was nothing short of electric. She was certain she would pass out.
Janet returned a while later to see an exhausted appearing Jessica breaking into a sweat with a mask of a smile on her face even while catching her breath. “No! Janet, Please! Pleeeheheheheeeeeease!” It was too late as the smiling wife danced her fingers over the irresistible soft soles causing her ticklee to convulse with laughter. Not satisfied with this the couple each chose a leg and slowly danced their fingers up the trapped woman’s legs and squeezed gently just above her knees and kneaded her thighs. Jessica’s eruptions of screaming and laughter were almost deafening as the husband and wife tickle team worked over her soft, smooth, thick legs. Janet’s wiggling fingers found their way to the poor woman’s hips and buttocks and almost sent her into orbit but eventually the tickling came to an end and the woman was released and brought some refreshments. However her ordeal was far from over.
Janet remembered a bondage method Jessica’s husband Don had used with her when his birthday came around a few months earlier and she was eager to put Jessica in the same predicament. In the basement Jessica stood back to the padded column with her saran wrap securing her to the structure from the hips to the ankles and from the elbows to the wrists with her arms stretched way above her head. Those soft, creamy armpits exposed by Jessica’s sleeveless top just begged to be tickled. Her angelic face beamed with an anticipatory smile when Jeff entered the room as she saw her tickler approach with wiggling fingers. After a thorough armpit and tummy tickling and repeated rib counts, Janet sat on the floor in front of the squealing woman and danced her fingernails gently over the tops of her feet causing her to scream her safeword over and over several times before the tickling ceased. She and Jeff traded positions a few times before unwrapping the giggling blonde and receiving long warm hugs from their shared ticklee. After wishing Jessica goodnight following another night of marital bliss followed for the couple and the anticipation of the next day loomed ahead.
Marie entered the house in good spirits. She was a spunky, all Italian, raven-haired beauty. She and her husband Johnny – a local jeweler - had a successful gold and diamond brokering business in town. She hugged Jeff and wished him happy birthday asking him if he was ready. Of course he was. Marie, being she less than shy girl that she was, stripped down to the blue bikini she was wearing right then and there. She stood, still in her spiked high heels, tone and fit, grinning ear to ear in anticipation of the tickling she was about to receive.
She wandered with Janet into the bedroom and was instructed to stand the front of her body against the bed and then bend over it, stretching out her arms in front of her. Marie, a woman who clearly loved being tickled, happily complied. Jeff then reached up to her bare ribs from behind her and played her exposed ribs like a piano causing the bikini clad woman to squeal and squirm but she held her arms out fast, not bringing them back for even a moment.
“I bet I know a Marie ticklish spot, “ Janet quipped.
With that Jeff stepped back to allow his wife to work. She stood behind the very ticklish lady who waited in anticipation still in position. Marie’s full, firm buttocks were clearly exposed as a target and perked up with the high heels she wore. Janet’s nimble, manicured fingers began to dance all about the soft, tender cheeks of the tan woman. Marie’s squeals for mercy and burst of laughter was almost maniacal yet she remained in the position she initially assumed enduring Janet’s ticklish ministrations. Jeff set himself at Marie’s feet wrapping his legs around her ankles and began to spider tickle the back of the woman’s legs, hip to ankle often lingering in that soft part of the back of the knee that drove her even more crazy.
After a break for the bathroom, Marie returned to be hogtied on the bed. Janet excused herself to prepare some refreshments but not before relieving Marie of her stiletto heels once she was bound. This left even the ticklephile in a very nervous position. Jeff wasted no time going to town on Marie’s sensitive pedicured feet. For her part she responded with insane laughter, cackling and pleading for mercy best as she could in between breaths. In that bikini however, there was nowhere safe from her tickler’s fingers and she knew it. Her ribs, neck and hips were tickled without mercy and once rolled onto her side her taut, ticklish tummy was at the mercy of her tickler with Marie’s face turning to a mask of laughter.
Once released and the refreshments enjoyed, Marie and Janet excused themselves and asked Jeff to wait for a few moments until they retrieved him. When a few moments had passed it was Marie who came for him leading him down to the basement. Jeff could not believe his eyes. The doorbell rang and Marie assured him of her prompt return. There in the middle of the basement was an X frame and bound to it was his topless wife, Janet. She wore nothing but a pair of skimpy lace panties. A few feet before it was an overstuffed chair to which he was directed to sit. The doorbell rang and Marie instructed Jeff to relax assuring him of her prompt return. Jeff could not resist wiggling a finger or two all about his wife’s naked armpits bringing out squeals of ticklish delight from her lips.
Yvonne, Jessica and Marie descended down the stairs. The former were dressed in their normal fashion with Marie still clad in her blue bikini albeit now barefoot. The three debated as to who was to tickle first and Yvonne was decided as the first of Janet’s ticklers. Jeff was motioned to sit and watch; Marie massaged his shoulders as the tall, African-American woman tickled his pretty Irish wife absolutely silly. She spared none of Janet’s ticklish spots and tickled her safe word from her lips several times. All the while Jessica looked on eagerly, sitting in a chair next to Jeff’s and smiled in anticipation of her turn. The girls switched with Jessica tickling and Yvonne rubbing Jeff’s shoulders. Jessica concentrated more than Yvonne did on Janet’s feet, which were a real hot spot for her. When Marie’s time came she took her chance to tickle the giggling lady’s nipples and hips making her beg for mercy like she had not all evening. When she had been at that for a while she gave Janet a moment to breathe and motioned to the other two women. Marie and Yvonne stood at each side and Jessica sat Indian style at her feet, arm outstretched so as to reach both feet at once.
“Are you ready, girls?” Marie asked grinning ear to ear.
“Please, I can’t take any more,” Janet begged in her typical Irish brogue.
“Ready . .”
“No, please, no more tickling!”
“Set . . .”
“Oh shit, Pleheeeeheeease!”
“Tickle her!”
With that six tickling hands set Jeff’s wife into whirlwind of ticklish laughter. Nothing in the world existed for Janet but the tickling hands and the teasing voices of the women asking how ticklish she was, if she’d be a good little tickle girl and the like. Each woman was clearly enjoying her task and recalling Janet’s tickling fingers on their own sensitive spots from birthdays past.
When it seemed she may pass out the tickling ceased and Janet was freed. She embraced her grateful husband who held her lovingly for a few moments to recover her breath. Somehow in the interval Marie had retrieved her clothes and dressed as quickly as she had peeled them off. With final birthday hugs from all three women and seeing them out Jeff was convinced of this being the best birthday he had ever had. After the most amazing evening he and Janet had ever had he awoke to find a CD in a case bearing a big red gift bow on his nightstand. Janet told him the session of her tickling in the basement had been videotaped and it was a memento of his birthday fun as a final gift. Jeff couldn’t wait until next year – 364 days to go and counting.
