methodtickler
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Once, when hanging out in the car with my then-girlfriend and her friends, I suffered the humiliation of a sneak attack from her best friend Sandy. Blonde and voluptuous, she was the prototypical bitchy best friend, always ready with a snide comment or joke at my expense. The fact that I was what they considered 'city' didn't help either being that they were all pampered suburbanites. Sitting in the drivers seat, I cracked some joke at her and before I knew it, she reached from behind me and and dug all ten fingers into my ribs. Helpless to stop her, I howled with laughter as she attacked my ribs stomach and armpits with those devilish fingers as everyone cheered her on. It took less than a minute for her to turn me into mush and as I flopped around on the verge of tears, she started with the taunts, "Aww big tough city boy is ticklish! Coochie-coo! Whose a big fat ticklish wimp?" The teasing managed to wear me down a little more as I turned to my girlfriend for help but she just sat their looking stunned. Desperate, I yelled for Sandy to stop but that only made her tickle me harder and faster, sending me into crazed sobs as she laughed and went on,"You want me to stop bitch boy? I want to hear you beg! BEG!" With no other choice, I pleaded for mercy between jagged laughter. "Who's a big ticklish wimp? Who?" she cooed. "I AM!!" I sobbed as she cackled in triumph. She broke me right there in front of my girl and everyone. I only saw the girlfriend once after that. It was a few days later when she broke up with me. She couldn't even look me in the eye.
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