STOCKING FEET
By Pseud O'Nym
(This is a sequel to "Payback Is A Beach")
"C'mon, girls! You can't just stay in the hotel all day!"
Daria and Quinn were still in bed, half-asleep, sharing a room adjoining
their parents'. Helen had just opened the connecting door to wake them.
She and Jake were already dressed and ready to go.
"Mmmmphhh," said Daria.
Quinn let out a sound halfway between a yawn and a snore.
"C'mon, girls, up and at 'em! If us old fogies can do it ..." started
Jake.
"Speak for yourself, Jake," said Helen.
Daria had managed to sit up on the side of the bed, blinking her eyes.
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
"It's nine o'clock," said Helen. "No reason for two healthy teenagers to
still be still in bed."
"I get the bathroom first," said Daria.
"Hey!" said Quinn, sitting straight up in bed, now fully awake.
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Jake and Helen were in Middleton for the annual Alumni Summer Weekend Bash.
Daria had come along because Jane was at art camp and it was better than
hanging around Lawndale alone for a weekend. Quinn had come because she still
didn't feel like hanging out with her usual friends after what had happened
the previous weekend at the beach.
Jake and Helen had already left the hotel for a day of alumni activities,
leaving Daria and Quinn to amuse themselves before tonight's cookout and
reception to which non-alumni family were welcome.
------------
Quinn finished in the bathroom and came out to find Daria reading a book,
as usual.
"Wow! You look almost normal!" said Quinn.
"The last time you said that to me we were going to Alternapalooza," said
Daria.
"I can't believe you're actually wearing that Middleton t-shirt and athletic
shorts that Mom bought us!" said Quinn.
"Quinn, it's over 90 degrees out today. And muggy. I'm not wearing my
jacket in that heat. I didn't bring anything else."
"You should *never* wear that ugly jacket, Daria ..." started Quinn.
"Well, are we dressing alike today? The thought is scary," said Daria.
"I guess we are," said Quinn, pulling on her own t-shirt and shorts.
Daria started to put on her boots.
"What are you doing?" said Quinn. "You can't wear boots with an outfit
like that! Here, I have an extra pair of sandals."
The boots *would* be hot, thought Daria. She put on the sandals.
"Thanks, Quinn."
------------
Quinn and Daria walked out of the hotel onto Middleton's "Main Drag" which
adjoined the campus. Quinn decided she wanted to check out the store with
all the Middleton College clothing, and Daria wanted to check out the used
book store, so they split up and agreed to meet in the town square which was
right across the block.
Quinn bought a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and walked over to the square. Daria
wasn't there yet; she must still be in the bookstore.
Quinn sat down on a bench to wait. She flirted superficially with a couple
of Middleton college boys. Finally she closed her eyes and felt the warm
sun beating down on her.
The sun brought back memories of the previous weekend. She was still
smoldering over being buried and tickled by Sandi, Stacy and Tiffany. They
said it was because she'd taken their boyfriends. Excuse me? Like when
does a guy become your property just because you look at him?
She wished she could think of some way to do the same to them. But they
had overpowered her, three against one. No way could she do the same.
She had felt so helpless and humiliated. That, of course, was why they did
it.
Besides, she didn't even know if they were ticklish. Their plan had only
worked as well as it did because her own feet were so insanely ticklish,
and they had known that.
That had been Daria's fault. Damn her for blabbing to Jane about Quinn's
ticklishness in the school library where Stacy could overhear.
Suddenly Quinn realized what she was looking at. It was right in front of
her. A way to get revenge. Not on Sandi or Stacy or Tiffany, but on
Daria.
Well, it *was* really Daria's fault! If she hadn't told Jane ...
Quinn thought for several minutes, and came up with a plan.
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Quinn watched from the square as Daria came out of the bookstore carrying
a package. She watched two college boys give Daria the once-over as she
crossed the street. Daria probably didn't even notice. Shorts and sandals
were so much more flattering to her legs than that dorky skirt and boots.
She waved to Daria from the bench. Daria spotted her and walked over.
"Well, where do we go now? That cookout isn't for hours yet," said Daria.
"Oh, this square is interesting," said Quinn casually.
"Really?" said Daria. "I don't see any clothes for sale here."
"Ha, ha, Daria. I meant the historical stuff. Now, I brought my camera with
me, I want to take some pictures."
"Of what?" asked Daria.
"Well, why don't you take a picture of me next to that statue?" said Quinn,
handing Daria the camera.
"Um, OK, if you want," said Daria, a bit puzzled.
"It's *very* historical, Daria. I read the plaque. This is a statue of
Hiram Augustus Middleton, who founded this town and the college, too."
Daria wasn't quite sure why Quinn wanted this, but Quinn was posing by the
statue and Daria snapped the picture.
"Now this thing is interesting," said Quinn, moving to a structure next to
the statue. "It's called a pillory."
"I know what it's called, Quinn."
Quinn put her head and wrists into the pillory. Unfortunately, the fit was
rather loose. She could have pulled her hands out quite easily. If the
other thing was like this, her plan wouldn't work.
"OK, Daria, take my picture!"
What a ham, Daria thought, she's just getting a bunch of pictures of herself.
"OK, Daria, now let me get one of you!" said Quinn.
"Um, where?"
"No, we already have a picture of the pillory. How about the stocks?"
Quinn held her breath ...
"OK," said Daria unenthusiastically.
Daria sat on the low bench and put her ankles into the holes. There was an
inner set of holes and an outer set. Daria used the smaller, inner set.
Quinn closed the top part and quickly looked at the way the holes fit around
the ankles. She smiled inwardly. It looked quite snug. She silently shot
the wooden bolt that held the stocks in place. Daria didn't notice.
She had fallen into trap.
Quinn tried to conceal her smirk as she backed up to take the picture.
She saw Daria's usual deadpan expression through the viewfinder. She
thought about how different Daria's expression would be in a minute or two.
Quinn snapped the picture.
Daria tried to push open the stocks. They wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Quinn, I think this thing is stuck," said Daria.
"No, it isn't. I locked it," said Quinn, sitting down on the ground
cross-legged in front of the stocks, right in front of Daria's feet.
"Well, open it. You didn't need to lock it to take a picture." said Daria.
"Oh, I like it better the way it is," said Quinn, teasingly.
"C'mon, Quinn. I don't want to stay here. Open it up!"
"Daria, do you know what happened to me last weekend?" said Quinn, gently.
"You went to the beach with your friends. Now open this up ..."
"They ganged up on me and buried me in the sand. Only my head and feet were
sticking out. I couldn't move," continued Quinn.
Daria rattled the stocks.
"C'mon, Quinn, let me out of here."
"Do you know what they did next? They tickled my feet. For a long time,"
said Quinn, slowly.
"That's too bad," said Daria, "but what ..."
"And it was your fault," said Quinn, "because Stacy overheard you telling
Jane how ticklish my feet are."
"Quinn, what are you talking about?" said Daria, exasperated.
"You told Jane about how you used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. Stacy
overheard you. In the school library. It was your fault, Daria," said Quinn.
Quinn slowly pulled off Daria's sandals.
Daria realized with a panic what this was leading to.
"Quinn!! Let me out of here now!! Don't you dare...!!"
Daria reached for the latch but it was out of reach.
Quinn reached out and lightly ran her forefinger over Daria's right sole.
"AAAAAHHHH!!" screamed Daria. "Don't do that!!"
"Gee, Daria, I think you're worse than me. I barely touched you."
"Please, Quinn," pleaded Daria. Daria tried to reach over the top of the
stocks to protect her feet but it was too high.
Quinn scribbled her fingers over both of Daria's feet. Daria shook her head
violently.
"AHAHAHAH!! STOOPPPIT!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"It tickles, doesn't it, big sister?" giggled Quinn.
"Quinn, I'll pay you ..."
"This isn't about money, Daria."
Quinn was now concentrating on Daria's left arch. Daria bucked wildly on
the bench.
"AHAHAHAAAAAH!! QUITIT! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Ooh," teased Quinn. "I think your arches are really ticklish. Must be
a genetic trait. I was the same way."
"AAAAH! AAAAH! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOP!"
"Hmmm, let's try the other arch now," said Quinn thoughtfully.
"EEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Can't forget those toes!"
"AHAHA!! AHAHA!! NOOOOO! (gasp) STOOOOPIT!! AHAHAHA!!"
"Hmmm, I think the arches worked better ..."
"AHAHAHA!! QUIIIIN!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHA!!"
Quinn stopped for a moment. Daria's hair was strewn across her sweat-
drenched face. Daria was gasping so hard she could hardly speak. They
both noticed that several people had stopped to watch from a distance.
Quinn chuckled as she noticed Daria's face, already red from exertion,
get noticeably redder.
"Quinn," she said, "I'll pay you anythi -"
Quinn began lightly scribbled her fingers over both feet again. Daria
was bucking and straining, but her feet were held fast.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!!(gasp) STOOOOPIT!!! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!"
"How can you think of money at such a special sisterly moment like this?"
asked Quinn, grinning.
"AHAHAHA!!! QUIIIIN!!! AHAHAAAAAAH!!! STOOOP!! AHAHAHA!!"
"I'm making you smile, Daria," teased Quinn in a sing-songy voice, returning
to Daria's arches.
"AAAAAH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"I finally got Gloomy Daria to laugh and smile," Quinn continued.
"NOOOO!! AHAHAHAHA!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey there!"
Quinn heard a voice behind her. She turned to see two college-age boys.
"Hi," said Quinn.
Daria used to the pause to try to catch her breath.
"So what is this? Some sort of sorority initiation?" asked the other boy.
Quinn noticed the two boys had identical t-shirts with some large Greek
letters on them.
Quinn thought quickly answered, "Why, yes, yes it *is*! I'm Quinn, by the
way."
"I'm Mark," said the one boy.
"Kyle," said the other.
Daria had regained enough breath to speak.
"No," she gasped, this isn't a soro -"
Quinn quickly resumed tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"So what sorority are you with?" asked Mark, as Quinn continued tickling.
"AAHAAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Uh, Beta Beta Beta," said Quinn. It was only Greek letter she could think
of.
"Never heard of it," said Kyle, frowning.
"It's just new this year," said Quinn. "Look, guys, you're in a fraternity,
right?"
"Of course," said Mark.
"Well, then, you can participate in this. Each of you take one foot and
just keep tickling. Make sure you get her arches. And don't stop tickling,
you have to keep her going until I tell you to stop, OK?"
"Cool!" they both said at once.
Quinn backed away as the two boys moved in.
"No," gasped Daria, "we're not ..."
But the boys started tickling.
"AAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHAHAA!!"
"That's good," said Quinn, "remember the arches!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, this is really cool!" said Mark.
"Yeah, we'll have to check out Beta Beta Beta," said Kyle, "they have some
cute chicks and great initiations."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Quinn picked up her camera and took several pictures of Daria and the frat
boys. She figured that Daria would show up only as a blur, the way she was
flailing. But that was OK.
Then Quinn sat down on the bench to watch and enjoy her revenge.
By Pseud O'Nym
(This is a sequel to "Payback Is A Beach")
"C'mon, girls! You can't just stay in the hotel all day!"
Daria and Quinn were still in bed, half-asleep, sharing a room adjoining
their parents'. Helen had just opened the connecting door to wake them.
She and Jake were already dressed and ready to go.
"Mmmmphhh," said Daria.
Quinn let out a sound halfway between a yawn and a snore.
"C'mon, girls, up and at 'em! If us old fogies can do it ..." started
Jake.
"Speak for yourself, Jake," said Helen.
Daria had managed to sit up on the side of the bed, blinking her eyes.
"What time is it?" she mumbled.
"It's nine o'clock," said Helen. "No reason for two healthy teenagers to
still be still in bed."
"I get the bathroom first," said Daria.
"Hey!" said Quinn, sitting straight up in bed, now fully awake.
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Jake and Helen were in Middleton for the annual Alumni Summer Weekend Bash.
Daria had come along because Jane was at art camp and it was better than
hanging around Lawndale alone for a weekend. Quinn had come because she still
didn't feel like hanging out with her usual friends after what had happened
the previous weekend at the beach.
Jake and Helen had already left the hotel for a day of alumni activities,
leaving Daria and Quinn to amuse themselves before tonight's cookout and
reception to which non-alumni family were welcome.
------------
Quinn finished in the bathroom and came out to find Daria reading a book,
as usual.
"Wow! You look almost normal!" said Quinn.
"The last time you said that to me we were going to Alternapalooza," said
Daria.
"I can't believe you're actually wearing that Middleton t-shirt and athletic
shorts that Mom bought us!" said Quinn.
"Quinn, it's over 90 degrees out today. And muggy. I'm not wearing my
jacket in that heat. I didn't bring anything else."
"You should *never* wear that ugly jacket, Daria ..." started Quinn.
"Well, are we dressing alike today? The thought is scary," said Daria.
"I guess we are," said Quinn, pulling on her own t-shirt and shorts.
Daria started to put on her boots.
"What are you doing?" said Quinn. "You can't wear boots with an outfit
like that! Here, I have an extra pair of sandals."
The boots *would* be hot, thought Daria. She put on the sandals.
"Thanks, Quinn."
------------
Quinn and Daria walked out of the hotel onto Middleton's "Main Drag" which
adjoined the campus. Quinn decided she wanted to check out the store with
all the Middleton College clothing, and Daria wanted to check out the used
book store, so they split up and agreed to meet in the town square which was
right across the block.
Quinn bought a t-shirt and a sweatshirt and walked over to the square. Daria
wasn't there yet; she must still be in the bookstore.
Quinn sat down on a bench to wait. She flirted superficially with a couple
of Middleton college boys. Finally she closed her eyes and felt the warm
sun beating down on her.
The sun brought back memories of the previous weekend. She was still
smoldering over being buried and tickled by Sandi, Stacy and Tiffany. They
said it was because she'd taken their boyfriends. Excuse me? Like when
does a guy become your property just because you look at him?
She wished she could think of some way to do the same to them. But they
had overpowered her, three against one. No way could she do the same.
She had felt so helpless and humiliated. That, of course, was why they did
it.
Besides, she didn't even know if they were ticklish. Their plan had only
worked as well as it did because her own feet were so insanely ticklish,
and they had known that.
That had been Daria's fault. Damn her for blabbing to Jane about Quinn's
ticklishness in the school library where Stacy could overhear.
Suddenly Quinn realized what she was looking at. It was right in front of
her. A way to get revenge. Not on Sandi or Stacy or Tiffany, but on
Daria.
Well, it *was* really Daria's fault! If she hadn't told Jane ...
Quinn thought for several minutes, and came up with a plan.
----------
Quinn watched from the square as Daria came out of the bookstore carrying
a package. She watched two college boys give Daria the once-over as she
crossed the street. Daria probably didn't even notice. Shorts and sandals
were so much more flattering to her legs than that dorky skirt and boots.
She waved to Daria from the bench. Daria spotted her and walked over.
"Well, where do we go now? That cookout isn't for hours yet," said Daria.
"Oh, this square is interesting," said Quinn casually.
"Really?" said Daria. "I don't see any clothes for sale here."
"Ha, ha, Daria. I meant the historical stuff. Now, I brought my camera with
me, I want to take some pictures."
"Of what?" asked Daria.
"Well, why don't you take a picture of me next to that statue?" said Quinn,
handing Daria the camera.
"Um, OK, if you want," said Daria, a bit puzzled.
"It's *very* historical, Daria. I read the plaque. This is a statue of
Hiram Augustus Middleton, who founded this town and the college, too."
Daria wasn't quite sure why Quinn wanted this, but Quinn was posing by the
statue and Daria snapped the picture.
"Now this thing is interesting," said Quinn, moving to a structure next to
the statue. "It's called a pillory."
"I know what it's called, Quinn."
Quinn put her head and wrists into the pillory. Unfortunately, the fit was
rather loose. She could have pulled her hands out quite easily. If the
other thing was like this, her plan wouldn't work.
"OK, Daria, take my picture!"
What a ham, Daria thought, she's just getting a bunch of pictures of herself.
"OK, Daria, now let me get one of you!" said Quinn.
"Um, where?"
"No, we already have a picture of the pillory. How about the stocks?"
Quinn held her breath ...
"OK," said Daria unenthusiastically.
Daria sat on the low bench and put her ankles into the holes. There was an
inner set of holes and an outer set. Daria used the smaller, inner set.
Quinn closed the top part and quickly looked at the way the holes fit around
the ankles. She smiled inwardly. It looked quite snug. She silently shot
the wooden bolt that held the stocks in place. Daria didn't notice.
She had fallen into trap.
Quinn tried to conceal her smirk as she backed up to take the picture.
She saw Daria's usual deadpan expression through the viewfinder. She
thought about how different Daria's expression would be in a minute or two.
Quinn snapped the picture.
Daria tried to push open the stocks. They wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Quinn, I think this thing is stuck," said Daria.
"No, it isn't. I locked it," said Quinn, sitting down on the ground
cross-legged in front of the stocks, right in front of Daria's feet.
"Well, open it. You didn't need to lock it to take a picture." said Daria.
"Oh, I like it better the way it is," said Quinn, teasingly.
"C'mon, Quinn. I don't want to stay here. Open it up!"
"Daria, do you know what happened to me last weekend?" said Quinn, gently.
"You went to the beach with your friends. Now open this up ..."
"They ganged up on me and buried me in the sand. Only my head and feet were
sticking out. I couldn't move," continued Quinn.
Daria rattled the stocks.
"C'mon, Quinn, let me out of here."
"Do you know what they did next? They tickled my feet. For a long time,"
said Quinn, slowly.
"That's too bad," said Daria, "but what ..."
"And it was your fault," said Quinn, "because Stacy overheard you telling
Jane how ticklish my feet are."
"Quinn, what are you talking about?" said Daria, exasperated.
"You told Jane about how you used to sit on my legs and tickle my feet. Stacy
overheard you. In the school library. It was your fault, Daria," said Quinn.
Quinn slowly pulled off Daria's sandals.
Daria realized with a panic what this was leading to.
"Quinn!! Let me out of here now!! Don't you dare...!!"
Daria reached for the latch but it was out of reach.
Quinn reached out and lightly ran her forefinger over Daria's right sole.
"AAAAAHHHH!!" screamed Daria. "Don't do that!!"
"Gee, Daria, I think you're worse than me. I barely touched you."
"Please, Quinn," pleaded Daria. Daria tried to reach over the top of the
stocks to protect her feet but it was too high.
Quinn scribbled her fingers over both of Daria's feet. Daria shook her head
violently.
"AHAHAHAH!! STOOPPPIT!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"It tickles, doesn't it, big sister?" giggled Quinn.
"Quinn, I'll pay you ..."
"This isn't about money, Daria."
Quinn was now concentrating on Daria's left arch. Daria bucked wildly on
the bench.
"AHAHAHAAAAAH!! QUITIT! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Ooh," teased Quinn. "I think your arches are really ticklish. Must be
a genetic trait. I was the same way."
"AAAAH! AAAAH! (gasp) AHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOP!"
"Hmmm, let's try the other arch now," said Quinn thoughtfully.
"EEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOOO!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Can't forget those toes!"
"AHAHA!! AHAHA!! NOOOOO! (gasp) STOOOOPIT!! AHAHAHA!!"
"Hmmm, I think the arches worked better ..."
"AHAHAHA!! QUIIIIN!! (gasp) AHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHA!!"
Quinn stopped for a moment. Daria's hair was strewn across her sweat-
drenched face. Daria was gasping so hard she could hardly speak. They
both noticed that several people had stopped to watch from a distance.
Quinn chuckled as she noticed Daria's face, already red from exertion,
get noticeably redder.
"Quinn," she said, "I'll pay you anythi -"
Quinn began lightly scribbled her fingers over both feet again. Daria
was bucking and straining, but her feet were held fast.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!!(gasp) STOOOOPIT!!! AHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!"
"How can you think of money at such a special sisterly moment like this?"
asked Quinn, grinning.
"AHAHAHA!!! QUIIIIN!!! AHAHAAAAAAH!!! STOOOP!! AHAHAHA!!"
"I'm making you smile, Daria," teased Quinn in a sing-songy voice, returning
to Daria's arches.
"AAAAAH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"I finally got Gloomy Daria to laugh and smile," Quinn continued.
"NOOOO!! AHAHAHAHA!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey there!"
Quinn heard a voice behind her. She turned to see two college-age boys.
"Hi," said Quinn.
Daria used to the pause to try to catch her breath.
"So what is this? Some sort of sorority initiation?" asked the other boy.
Quinn noticed the two boys had identical t-shirts with some large Greek
letters on them.
Quinn thought quickly answered, "Why, yes, yes it *is*! I'm Quinn, by the
way."
"I'm Mark," said the one boy.
"Kyle," said the other.
Daria had regained enough breath to speak.
"No," she gasped, this isn't a soro -"
Quinn quickly resumed tickling.
"AHAHAHAHA!!! STOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"So what sorority are you with?" asked Mark, as Quinn continued tickling.
"AAHAAHAHAAAAH!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
"Uh, Beta Beta Beta," said Quinn. It was only Greek letter she could think
of.
"Never heard of it," said Kyle, frowning.
"It's just new this year," said Quinn. "Look, guys, you're in a fraternity,
right?"
"Of course," said Mark.
"Well, then, you can participate in this. Each of you take one foot and
just keep tickling. Make sure you get her arches. And don't stop tickling,
you have to keep her going until I tell you to stop, OK?"
"Cool!" they both said at once.
Quinn backed away as the two boys moved in.
"No," gasped Daria, "we're not ..."
But the boys started tickling.
"AAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOOORE!! AHAHAHAHAA!!"
"That's good," said Quinn, "remember the arches!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOOOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Hey, this is really cool!" said Mark.
"Yeah, we'll have to check out Beta Beta Beta," said Kyle, "they have some
cute chicks and great initiations."
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOOOOOP!! AHAHAHAHA!!"
Quinn picked up her camera and took several pictures of Daria and the frat
boys. She figured that Daria would show up only as a blur, the way she was
flailing. But that was OK.
Then Quinn sat down on the bench to watch and enjoy her revenge.
