jersey_tickler
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While I'm waiting for Jamie's segment of The Writer and the Realtor part 3, I thought I would put this idea into words on a screen after being in my head for so long. It was inspired by a clip I saw on youtube from a low budget film called Pure and Evil Justice. Anyway, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler were also character studies for the roles of the two main characters.
Dr. Katherine Mitchell sat in her office, a pen close to her chin, and her mind deep in thought about one of her patients. Katherine was a psychiatrist, for a mental health facility and had been for seven years, when she had turned thirty.
She stood 5”7” without her high heels which she always wore to emphasis her stature as a successful career woman. Today, she wore her burgundy suit, with matching skirt, a white blouse, chocolate colored thigh high stockings, and a pair of burgundy high heels. Katherine always enjoyed wearing pumps that matched her suits, it was one of the few fads she had. During work, she kept her dark brown hair in a professional bun, which prevented her hair from getting in her face while writing at her desk.
Her hazel green eyes reflected genius through her thick rimmed glasses. In fact, with her glasses and brown hair, she almost resembled the actress, Tina Fey.
Today, Katherine had her work cut out for her. It was two thirty, and in half an hour she would be transferring one of her patients to a maximum security ward in Rochester. Katherine’s patient, Angela Perkins, was a twenty three year old insane woman who’d had a bizarre childhood with a crazy mother. And like mother like daughter Angela had become rather crazy too. She had a habit of kidnapping and torturing people, men and women after studying the art of BDSM. Such acts of dominance were regarded as nonsense to Katherine who had always scoffed at the idea of donning leather attire and using a riding crop on others. The whole Master/slave relationship was viewed as an act of insanity and especially since the victims weren’t even voluntarily subs. In the last month, Angela had grown quite violent and attacked several patients, and even the orderlies when they had tried to stop her. She would bite, hit, kick and scream. That and her evil laughter was enough to make Katherine’s toes curl in her shoes.
Getting up from her desk, Katherine walked down the hallway, her high heels clicking against the marble floor as she did so. She walked into a lounge area, where Angela was sitting at a table in handcuffs. Angela had long blonde hair, that hadn’t been styled in months, and looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She wore her patient gown and since it was long enough, she had decided to not wear any pants or shorts. A pair of pink flip flops donned her feet, and they matched her cracked crusty pink toenail polish. Katherine took a seat across from Angela, and set down Angela’s file.
Katherine: And how are you, today, Angela?
Angela: Horny as hell, craving a cigarette, and wishing that I could get a new pedicure that I was promised if I behaved.
Katherine: Well, Angela, you did pounce on your pedicurist the last time she visited, and then proceeded to remove her footwear so that you could suck her toes.
Angela: Hey, I like toes, they’re sexy and what’s wrong with that?
Katherine: Nothing, I’m aware of your foot fetish as you already know, when you asked if you could smell my feet the day we first met.
Angela: Well, you had black stockings on, and you were dangling your pump on the tips of your toes, it kinda turned me on. But then you never did that again.
Katherine smirked, she never made the same mistake twice. Taking out her notepad and her pen from the breast of her suit coat, she began to take notes while talking with Angela.
Katherine: Angela, your foot fetish is perfectly healthy as long as you indulge it in moderation and never try to force anyone’s feet to your will. But your fetish with feet isn’t the only problem you’ve had. I heard that you started to tickle other patients, is that correct?
Angela: It sure is, and I even made this one girl, Sadie pee herself the other day, that was too funny. I mean, not for her obviously, but for me it was.
Katherine: Well, I’m not Sadie’s doctor, but I heard that she refuses to come out of her room because she’s afraid that you’re going to attack her again.
Angela: I’m not going to attack her, my God , what a baby. If she wants to stay in her room with her dolly then that’s not my problem.
Katherine: Angela, why do you like to tickle people?
Angela: I don’t know, maybe because I have a smart ass sense of humor. Or because I like laughter a lot. My mom and I had tickle fights growing up, and she told me that there are 250 bones in a human body. And that in those 250 bones, only fifty of them weren’t ticklish, she used to say that there were more funny bones in women than there were in men. That could be why she ended up becoming a lesbian, but I could be wrong. Say, Doc, how many funny bones do you have in your body?
Katherine looked up from her writing when Angela asked that question, and looking directly at Angela, she could see the deviousness in her eyes.
Katherine: How many funny bones do I have?
Angela: Yeah, where are you ticklish and what is your worst spot?
Katherine masked her look of fear with that of coy, not giving the insane woman the pleasure of knowing her weakness.
Katherine: I’m afraid I’m not ticklish, which is something that my parents found weird. All the other kids at school were ticklish too, but I was the outsider. In fact, I actually participated in an experiment in college with nerves being tested in the body, everyone else jumped out of their skin, but I remained intact.
Angela: Wow, that’s quite a story, Doc. I hope you know that you suck as a liar.
Katherine: And why would you think that I’m lying, Angela?
Angela: Because your dimples twitched just now, and it’s the only time I’ve seen them do that.
Katherine composed herself like a pro poker player, not wanting to show Angela that she had anything to put over on her. The fact that Angela was insane, and could read the pantomimes on her face was scary enough. Calmly, Katherine changed the subject.
Katherine: How old were you when your mother and you engaged in tickle activity?
Angela: Listen to you, Doc, engaging in tickle activity. Why can’t you just ask me normally.
(Imitating Katherine)
Angela, how old were you when your Mom started to tickle you?
Yeah, my mom tickled me from age three to age eighteen, and it was fun.
Katherine: How did she tickle you, was it sneaking up from behind, or did she say to you, “Hey Angela, want to have a tickle fight”?
Angela: Well, it was different. When I would get home from school, my mom would sometimes hide and then leap out of nowhere, pin me down and goose me real good. She would always take my shoes and socks off, and comment on the fact that my feet were on stink street.
Katherine: I see, was that all she took off, your shoes and socks?
Angela: Sometimes, but not always. I mean, if they did it was because she was doing laundry. There were times when she would tickle me in my Pink Power Ranger panties, but it was only so she could get all my ticklish spots. What are you getting at, Doc, my mama never molested me. She tickled me, that’s it, she never touched my privates or stuff like that, it was just all good and fun. Relaxing too when you’re at school all day wearing stuffy clothes.The highlight of my day was coming home and getting stripped of my confining layers and getting tickled all over, what’s wrong with that?
Katherine: Because with all due respect, your mother was insane.
Angela: No she wasn’t, she was just a former porn star turned dominatrix, nothing wrong with that. I did the same thing when I turned nineteen, is that a problem?
Katherine: But your mother was a legal dominatrix, and had customers. You didn’t have customers when you participated in BDSM, you abducted yours.
Angela: It was roleplaying, they knew it was coming, and when I didn’t give them what they wanted, they called the cops on me. Just because I wouldn’t fuck them, the bastards.
Katherine: Well Angela, regardless, you’ve been a real problem child, and I see no other solution than to transfer you to a maximum security facility.
Angela: Look, how about we make a deal, and I promise I’ll be good. Only under one condition though.
Katherine: And what might that be?
Angela: Take off your clothes.
Katherine: I beg your pardon?
Angela: Strip off your business suit, and let me have fun with you in your birthday suit. Then lick you from your head to your toes, and I promise that I will behave accordingly from now on.
Katherine: I’m afraid not, Angela. I’m a professional and I don’t think that would be appropriate conduct. And since you’re now twenty one years of age and a consenting adult, I see no choice but to transfter you to a better facility where your bizarre and irriational behavior can be properly cared for.
Angela: So you’re abandoning me, huh?
Katherine: Now, Angela, I’m not in the habit of abandoning my patients when they need help. But I’ve tried to help you and you keep suggesting that I undress and offer you my body to help keep you sane.
Angela: I like men, but I love other women. And you have killer legs, Doc, and look good in a suit. And I also love your shoes, I really love your nylons too. And even if you just gave those to me, I’d behave.
Katherine almost rolled her eyes, give this crazy woman her fifty dollar silk stockings, how absurd.
Katherine: I’m afraid that’s not going to happen Angela. In a half an hour, I will be driving you to Rochester and then your care will be in their hands. I’m sorry, I really am. I wanted to help you, but I just don’t think I’m the right person for the job. I will see you shortly. Okay, Louis, you can take her to room so she can gather her things.
Katherine walked out of the room, after grabbing her files and papers from the table. But she didn’t notice that a paper clip had been removed from three of the papers being held together. Needless to say, Katherine walked back to her office to wrap up for the day.
Thirty minutes later….
Katherine got into the drivers seat of her car, and started it up. Normally Katherine would’ve used one of the facility’s vans, but this way, she could go straight home instead of making an extra trip to pick up her car.
Angela was cuffed and riding shotgun, still wearing her gown. But she had a blue robe on because it was a tad chilly outside. Her flip flops had been replaced with Alf slippers, which Katherine found amusing. She had a small knapsack in the backseat, with some books, cassette tapes, and other stuff. For the next twenty minutes, they drove with talking. Katherine could see that Angela looked a little scared, and felt her heart soften. She knew Angela wasn’t a bad person, and that growing up with a demented mother had taken it’s toll on her. Katherine truly felt sorry for Angela, knowing she couldn’t help the way she was raised. Katherine had seen Angela’s transcripts from grade school and high school, and had gotten all As and Bs on every report card. Hopefully the girl would have a chance to attend college when she got better, at least Katherine hoped so. Katherine wished she could’ve done more, but Angela was becoming a problem to other patients, half of them being hers. That and after Angela’s proposal about Katherine performing a strip down so that the girl could give her a tongue bath, was quite disturbing. It was almost like Angela had developed a Florence Nightingale effect, where patients developed feelings for their doctors. But Katherine shook out those thoughts, it would all be over within the hour.
Katherine: So, Angela, did you watch ALF when you were little?
Angela: Yeah, it was my favorite show, watched all the reruns. Then I went and bought all the seasons when they came on DVD. Alf had the coolest life, he could just stay at home and eat, sleep, and watch TV. That and have a ball with that geeky dad’s credit card. If Alf were on TV nowadays, he’d be getting on Ebay, buying all kinds of stuff with Willie the geeky dad’s credit card. And movies on demand too, with Willie the geeky dad’s credit card. That and he’d be using up the phone line because Willie would be too much of a cheap ass to get high speed. I think about how Alf would be if the show got rebooted. But then again, that would probably suck big dick, with all the teen angst nowadays. I guess Alf just belongs back in the 80s, it was his element.
Katherine: Very good point, Angela, you have an amazing intellect for nostalgia.
Angela: Is that your professional opinion, Doc?
Katherine: No, just an observation, because I noticed you had cassette tapes.
Angela: Yeah, so, my boyfriend and I used to make mix tapes in tenth grade.
Katherine: I didn’t mean to offend you, but it’s just that it’s the hey day for CDs, that’s what I meant.
Angela: Well, that’s nice, Doc, but I like my cassettes because they were my mamas’. Speaking of which could you pull the car over for a second?
Katherine: Why, what’s the matter?
Angela: Nothing, I was just wondering if you could grab my Joan Jett and the Blackhearts cassette. I noticed you have a tape deck, and I thought maybe I could hear some decent punk music before going to hell.
Katherine: Well, I suppose that would be alright, we do have another hour drive ahead of us.
Katherine pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were in the country, and a cornfield was to the left of them. Katherine exited the driver’s seat and popped open the trunk. Opening up Angela’s suitcase, she rummaged through and found her Joan Jett cassette. Then closing the trunk, she got back in the driver’s side and placed Angela’s cassette in her tape deck.
Angela: Oh yeah, and just one more thing before we take off.
Katherine: What’s that, Angela?
Then all of a sudden, the blonde lunged at Katherine and shoved a wet tissue in her face. Katherine tried fight back, but the stench from the tissue was intense. During the struggle, she was trying to familiarize herself with that smell, and having a Ph.D it didn’t take her long to realize that it was in fact, chloroform. In a desperate move, Katherine honked the horn twice, but that was all she could do, because she began to feel quite drowsy. Suddenly, everything seemed to be dimming, and then she was out.
Angela: And that would be me driving, while you take a nap.
Quick as a flash, Angela moved her psychiatrist to the back seat. Then she took the handcuffs that were used on her and cuffed Katherine’s hands behind her back. Then she got behind the steering wheel, just as the Joan Jett cassette started up. As Katherine’s car drove on, the punk music blared from the rolled down windows, as Angela sniffed the fresh air of freedom.
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me!
Next stop. The Maxwell Motel
I know I sound like a broken record, but I apologize for no tickling yet. A wise man once said to make sure the juice was worth the squeeze before making screwdrivers or mamosas. Those of you who are familiar with my work, understand my style and my need to set up a story first before getting to the actual tickling. And every hungry man needs an appetizer before having his main course, so consider this an order of calamari!
Dr. Katherine Mitchell sat in her office, a pen close to her chin, and her mind deep in thought about one of her patients. Katherine was a psychiatrist, for a mental health facility and had been for seven years, when she had turned thirty.
She stood 5”7” without her high heels which she always wore to emphasis her stature as a successful career woman. Today, she wore her burgundy suit, with matching skirt, a white blouse, chocolate colored thigh high stockings, and a pair of burgundy high heels. Katherine always enjoyed wearing pumps that matched her suits, it was one of the few fads she had. During work, she kept her dark brown hair in a professional bun, which prevented her hair from getting in her face while writing at her desk.
Her hazel green eyes reflected genius through her thick rimmed glasses. In fact, with her glasses and brown hair, she almost resembled the actress, Tina Fey.
Today, Katherine had her work cut out for her. It was two thirty, and in half an hour she would be transferring one of her patients to a maximum security ward in Rochester. Katherine’s patient, Angela Perkins, was a twenty three year old insane woman who’d had a bizarre childhood with a crazy mother. And like mother like daughter Angela had become rather crazy too. She had a habit of kidnapping and torturing people, men and women after studying the art of BDSM. Such acts of dominance were regarded as nonsense to Katherine who had always scoffed at the idea of donning leather attire and using a riding crop on others. The whole Master/slave relationship was viewed as an act of insanity and especially since the victims weren’t even voluntarily subs. In the last month, Angela had grown quite violent and attacked several patients, and even the orderlies when they had tried to stop her. She would bite, hit, kick and scream. That and her evil laughter was enough to make Katherine’s toes curl in her shoes.
Getting up from her desk, Katherine walked down the hallway, her high heels clicking against the marble floor as she did so. She walked into a lounge area, where Angela was sitting at a table in handcuffs. Angela had long blonde hair, that hadn’t been styled in months, and looked like she had just gotten out of bed. She wore her patient gown and since it was long enough, she had decided to not wear any pants or shorts. A pair of pink flip flops donned her feet, and they matched her cracked crusty pink toenail polish. Katherine took a seat across from Angela, and set down Angela’s file.
Katherine: And how are you, today, Angela?
Angela: Horny as hell, craving a cigarette, and wishing that I could get a new pedicure that I was promised if I behaved.
Katherine: Well, Angela, you did pounce on your pedicurist the last time she visited, and then proceeded to remove her footwear so that you could suck her toes.
Angela: Hey, I like toes, they’re sexy and what’s wrong with that?
Katherine: Nothing, I’m aware of your foot fetish as you already know, when you asked if you could smell my feet the day we first met.
Angela: Well, you had black stockings on, and you were dangling your pump on the tips of your toes, it kinda turned me on. But then you never did that again.
Katherine smirked, she never made the same mistake twice. Taking out her notepad and her pen from the breast of her suit coat, she began to take notes while talking with Angela.
Katherine: Angela, your foot fetish is perfectly healthy as long as you indulge it in moderation and never try to force anyone’s feet to your will. But your fetish with feet isn’t the only problem you’ve had. I heard that you started to tickle other patients, is that correct?
Angela: It sure is, and I even made this one girl, Sadie pee herself the other day, that was too funny. I mean, not for her obviously, but for me it was.
Katherine: Well, I’m not Sadie’s doctor, but I heard that she refuses to come out of her room because she’s afraid that you’re going to attack her again.
Angela: I’m not going to attack her, my God , what a baby. If she wants to stay in her room with her dolly then that’s not my problem.
Katherine: Angela, why do you like to tickle people?
Angela: I don’t know, maybe because I have a smart ass sense of humor. Or because I like laughter a lot. My mom and I had tickle fights growing up, and she told me that there are 250 bones in a human body. And that in those 250 bones, only fifty of them weren’t ticklish, she used to say that there were more funny bones in women than there were in men. That could be why she ended up becoming a lesbian, but I could be wrong. Say, Doc, how many funny bones do you have in your body?
Katherine looked up from her writing when Angela asked that question, and looking directly at Angela, she could see the deviousness in her eyes.
Katherine: How many funny bones do I have?
Angela: Yeah, where are you ticklish and what is your worst spot?
Katherine masked her look of fear with that of coy, not giving the insane woman the pleasure of knowing her weakness.
Katherine: I’m afraid I’m not ticklish, which is something that my parents found weird. All the other kids at school were ticklish too, but I was the outsider. In fact, I actually participated in an experiment in college with nerves being tested in the body, everyone else jumped out of their skin, but I remained intact.
Angela: Wow, that’s quite a story, Doc. I hope you know that you suck as a liar.
Katherine: And why would you think that I’m lying, Angela?
Angela: Because your dimples twitched just now, and it’s the only time I’ve seen them do that.
Katherine composed herself like a pro poker player, not wanting to show Angela that she had anything to put over on her. The fact that Angela was insane, and could read the pantomimes on her face was scary enough. Calmly, Katherine changed the subject.
Katherine: How old were you when your mother and you engaged in tickle activity?
Angela: Listen to you, Doc, engaging in tickle activity. Why can’t you just ask me normally.
(Imitating Katherine)
Angela, how old were you when your Mom started to tickle you?
Yeah, my mom tickled me from age three to age eighteen, and it was fun.
Katherine: How did she tickle you, was it sneaking up from behind, or did she say to you, “Hey Angela, want to have a tickle fight”?
Angela: Well, it was different. When I would get home from school, my mom would sometimes hide and then leap out of nowhere, pin me down and goose me real good. She would always take my shoes and socks off, and comment on the fact that my feet were on stink street.
Katherine: I see, was that all she took off, your shoes and socks?
Angela: Sometimes, but not always. I mean, if they did it was because she was doing laundry. There were times when she would tickle me in my Pink Power Ranger panties, but it was only so she could get all my ticklish spots. What are you getting at, Doc, my mama never molested me. She tickled me, that’s it, she never touched my privates or stuff like that, it was just all good and fun. Relaxing too when you’re at school all day wearing stuffy clothes.The highlight of my day was coming home and getting stripped of my confining layers and getting tickled all over, what’s wrong with that?
Katherine: Because with all due respect, your mother was insane.
Angela: No she wasn’t, she was just a former porn star turned dominatrix, nothing wrong with that. I did the same thing when I turned nineteen, is that a problem?
Katherine: But your mother was a legal dominatrix, and had customers. You didn’t have customers when you participated in BDSM, you abducted yours.
Angela: It was roleplaying, they knew it was coming, and when I didn’t give them what they wanted, they called the cops on me. Just because I wouldn’t fuck them, the bastards.
Katherine: Well Angela, regardless, you’ve been a real problem child, and I see no other solution than to transfer you to a maximum security facility.
Angela: Look, how about we make a deal, and I promise I’ll be good. Only under one condition though.
Katherine: And what might that be?
Angela: Take off your clothes.
Katherine: I beg your pardon?
Angela: Strip off your business suit, and let me have fun with you in your birthday suit. Then lick you from your head to your toes, and I promise that I will behave accordingly from now on.
Katherine: I’m afraid not, Angela. I’m a professional and I don’t think that would be appropriate conduct. And since you’re now twenty one years of age and a consenting adult, I see no choice but to transfter you to a better facility where your bizarre and irriational behavior can be properly cared for.
Angela: So you’re abandoning me, huh?
Katherine: Now, Angela, I’m not in the habit of abandoning my patients when they need help. But I’ve tried to help you and you keep suggesting that I undress and offer you my body to help keep you sane.
Angela: I like men, but I love other women. And you have killer legs, Doc, and look good in a suit. And I also love your shoes, I really love your nylons too. And even if you just gave those to me, I’d behave.
Katherine almost rolled her eyes, give this crazy woman her fifty dollar silk stockings, how absurd.
Katherine: I’m afraid that’s not going to happen Angela. In a half an hour, I will be driving you to Rochester and then your care will be in their hands. I’m sorry, I really am. I wanted to help you, but I just don’t think I’m the right person for the job. I will see you shortly. Okay, Louis, you can take her to room so she can gather her things.
Katherine walked out of the room, after grabbing her files and papers from the table. But she didn’t notice that a paper clip had been removed from three of the papers being held together. Needless to say, Katherine walked back to her office to wrap up for the day.
Thirty minutes later….
Katherine got into the drivers seat of her car, and started it up. Normally Katherine would’ve used one of the facility’s vans, but this way, she could go straight home instead of making an extra trip to pick up her car.
Angela was cuffed and riding shotgun, still wearing her gown. But she had a blue robe on because it was a tad chilly outside. Her flip flops had been replaced with Alf slippers, which Katherine found amusing. She had a small knapsack in the backseat, with some books, cassette tapes, and other stuff. For the next twenty minutes, they drove with talking. Katherine could see that Angela looked a little scared, and felt her heart soften. She knew Angela wasn’t a bad person, and that growing up with a demented mother had taken it’s toll on her. Katherine truly felt sorry for Angela, knowing she couldn’t help the way she was raised. Katherine had seen Angela’s transcripts from grade school and high school, and had gotten all As and Bs on every report card. Hopefully the girl would have a chance to attend college when she got better, at least Katherine hoped so. Katherine wished she could’ve done more, but Angela was becoming a problem to other patients, half of them being hers. That and after Angela’s proposal about Katherine performing a strip down so that the girl could give her a tongue bath, was quite disturbing. It was almost like Angela had developed a Florence Nightingale effect, where patients developed feelings for their doctors. But Katherine shook out those thoughts, it would all be over within the hour.
Katherine: So, Angela, did you watch ALF when you were little?
Angela: Yeah, it was my favorite show, watched all the reruns. Then I went and bought all the seasons when they came on DVD. Alf had the coolest life, he could just stay at home and eat, sleep, and watch TV. That and have a ball with that geeky dad’s credit card. If Alf were on TV nowadays, he’d be getting on Ebay, buying all kinds of stuff with Willie the geeky dad’s credit card. And movies on demand too, with Willie the geeky dad’s credit card. That and he’d be using up the phone line because Willie would be too much of a cheap ass to get high speed. I think about how Alf would be if the show got rebooted. But then again, that would probably suck big dick, with all the teen angst nowadays. I guess Alf just belongs back in the 80s, it was his element.
Katherine: Very good point, Angela, you have an amazing intellect for nostalgia.
Angela: Is that your professional opinion, Doc?
Katherine: No, just an observation, because I noticed you had cassette tapes.
Angela: Yeah, so, my boyfriend and I used to make mix tapes in tenth grade.
Katherine: I didn’t mean to offend you, but it’s just that it’s the hey day for CDs, that’s what I meant.
Angela: Well, that’s nice, Doc, but I like my cassettes because they were my mamas’. Speaking of which could you pull the car over for a second?
Katherine: Why, what’s the matter?
Angela: Nothing, I was just wondering if you could grab my Joan Jett and the Blackhearts cassette. I noticed you have a tape deck, and I thought maybe I could hear some decent punk music before going to hell.
Katherine: Well, I suppose that would be alright, we do have another hour drive ahead of us.
Katherine pulled the car over to the side of the road. They were in the country, and a cornfield was to the left of them. Katherine exited the driver’s seat and popped open the trunk. Opening up Angela’s suitcase, she rummaged through and found her Joan Jett cassette. Then closing the trunk, she got back in the driver’s side and placed Angela’s cassette in her tape deck.
Angela: Oh yeah, and just one more thing before we take off.
Katherine: What’s that, Angela?
Then all of a sudden, the blonde lunged at Katherine and shoved a wet tissue in her face. Katherine tried fight back, but the stench from the tissue was intense. During the struggle, she was trying to familiarize herself with that smell, and having a Ph.D it didn’t take her long to realize that it was in fact, chloroform. In a desperate move, Katherine honked the horn twice, but that was all she could do, because she began to feel quite drowsy. Suddenly, everything seemed to be dimming, and then she was out.
Angela: And that would be me driving, while you take a nap.
Quick as a flash, Angela moved her psychiatrist to the back seat. Then she took the handcuffs that were used on her and cuffed Katherine’s hands behind her back. Then she got behind the steering wheel, just as the Joan Jett cassette started up. As Katherine’s car drove on, the punk music blared from the rolled down windows, as Angela sniffed the fresh air of freedom.
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me!
Next stop. The Maxwell Motel
I know I sound like a broken record, but I apologize for no tickling yet. A wise man once said to make sure the juice was worth the squeeze before making screwdrivers or mamosas. Those of you who are familiar with my work, understand my style and my need to set up a story first before getting to the actual tickling. And every hungry man needs an appetizer before having his main course, so consider this an order of calamari!
