"It's going to be a boring weekend Bev," Susan said as she downed another<BR>
shot.<BR>
"Yeah, I know, but what are you going to do." Susan and Beverly were<BR>
sitting at there ususual table at "Mark's" a typical biker/outlaw bar. They<BR>
had hoped to find some action, but absolutly nothing was happening in the city,<BR>
at all. Even "Mark's" was tame, for "Mark's" that was. Only two fights,<BR>
neither of them involving more than 5 people, and it was already 7:30!<BR>
"Let's get out of here!" Susan stood up and started puting on her leather<BR>
jacket over her ripped black T-Shirt.<BR>
"And go where Sue!" Beverly lit another cigarrette. "If we go out on the<BR>
streets, sure will find trouble, but if the cops find us, we're back in the<BR>
Joint! We just got out last week, and I don't want to go back so soon."<BR>
"Yeah," Susan sat back down. "We both pissed of Big Momma pretty good<BR>
before they let us out, and you know what she does to people she doesn't like."<BR>
"Exactly," Beverly took a puff, "I'd rather sit here bored than go out<BR>
and find a little excitement if that excitement made me Big Momma's toy for a<BR>
year!"<BR>
Susan shuttered. "Not again,Lord, not again! You win, we stay here. <BR>
Maybe something will turn up."<BR>
Beverly was staring at the door when it opened. "I think something just<BR>
did. Look."<BR>
Susan turned around. Coming through the door was a petite lady, dresed in<BR>
a flowery pink dress. She looked frightened, constantly glancing from side to<BR>
side at the leather clad men and women surrounding her.<BR>
"Huh, I wonder what Barbie wants here. Let's find out."<BR>
Bev and Sue moved to the bar where "Barbie" was trying, and failing, to<BR>
get the attention of the bar tender.<BR>
"Sir, sir!" Barbie was saying in her high-pitched voice "sir, could you<BR>
help me please! Sir" The bar tender, Ol' Pete, was doing his best to ignore<BR>
her.<BR>
"Maybe we can help you Miss..." Bev said, with only a slight smile on her<BR>
face.<BR>
"Miss Jones, Miss Tiffany Jones, thank you," Tiffany breathed a sigh of<BR>
relief, " I'm lost. I need to find 8th street. could you help me?"<BR>
Beverly whispered to Susan "Barbie doll really is lost! 8th street is way<BR>
on the other side of town!"<BR>
Susan whipered back "Remember what Big Momma and Sal did to me in the<BR>
cafeteria?" Then she spoke outloud "Sure Tiffany, we can help you. Come back<BR>
to our table, and we will draw you a map."<BR>
Tiffany thanked the two many times, then followed them back to her table. <BR>
Bev and Sue made sure to sit on either side of her, really close.<BR>
"Get out a pen and paper. Are you ready?" Bev asked, "Good. Now, you<BR>
need to take Main Street north to South Street. Wait, is that south to North<BR>
Street. No, its south to north. Then, left, right a left onto Dawson, no<BR>
Elk..." Beverly went over a long, rambling string of directions, often<BR>
stopping and making changes. She soon had Tiffany so confused that her entire<BR>
attention was rivited on making sense out of everything.<BR>
In the middle of an exspecially confusing part, Susan innocently<BR>
complemented Tiffany's shoes. "Can I take a closer look at them?"<BR>
"Sure," and obviously distracted Tiffany said, "Take a look. Now was that<BR>
west on East ave? And left onto Park?"<BR>
"No, no..." Beverly went on naming fictional streets and building. Susan<BR>
picked up Tiffany's foot and placed it in her lap. Tiffany tried to turn her<BR>
head and say something, but Beverly immediatly started pointing to something on<BR>
the map, some 'mistake' Tiffany had made, again capturing her total attention.<BR>
Susan removed Tiffany's size 5 designer shoe, uncovering a nylon covered<BR>
foot. Tiffany's feet had long, painted toes, and obviously had regular<BR>
pedicures. Susan began running one of her long fingernails over Tiffany's<BR>
arch.<BR>
Tiffany stiffened and instinctivly tried to pull her foot away. Susan<BR>
caught her ankle in a firm grip, and kept lightly tickling.<BR>
"Is something wrong?" Beverly asked with feigned ignorance.<BR>
"No, no," a smile formed onto Tiffany's face. "I was just...distracted<BR>
for a second."<BR>
"Distracted!" Beverly tried to mimic her old 6th grade teacher,<BR>
"Distracted. I'm doing this for your own good, so you better pay attention! <BR>
Now what did I just say?"<BR>
Susan started tickling a little faster. Tiffany's smile got bigger<BR>
"You... he you said he he to take a he left some...some he some he he he."<BR>
"Tiffany!" Beverly said sarcastically, "What is the problem!"<BR>
"He he he he I'm he he sorry he he but he he your friend he he is he he h<BR>
tickling my foot heee ehe he eh he he he he he he " Tiffany had broken into a<BR>
full giggle as Susan was now running all five fingers up and down her<BR>
nylon-covered arch.<BR>
Beverly smiled "Gee Tiffany, are your feet ... ticklish?"<BR>
"He he he he he he he he yes yes yes oh he he yesssss! Escpecially he he<BR>
he in nylonnnnnnsssssss he he he." Tiffnay was laughing louder, "I he he he<BR>
can't think he he he when he he he sh sheeeeeeeeeeeee does that he he he. <BR>
Pleeeaasasssee he he make your he he he friend he he he stoooppppppppp! <BR>
AHAHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA."<BR>
Tiffany screamed as Susan began running a finger beneath her toes. A few<BR>
of the bar's other patrons were now looking to see what's so funny.<BR>
"You mean she's doing...this!" Beverly quickly grabbed Tiffany's other<BR>
leg, flipped off the shoe, and began tickling her other foot.<BR>
Tiffany laughed louder and louder. Both Susan and Beverly were nowwildly <BR>
running all five fingers over her soles. Tears were streaming down Tiffany's<BR>
face, and she kept banging one of her fists into the table. She tried<BR>
desperatly to pull her feet free, but both Sue and Bev were far stronger than<BR>
she was, and both had firm grips on her ankles.<BR>
"HA HA HA HA HA NO NO NO! Pleeeeeeeeeeaaseeeeee! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA<BR>
HA HA HA!!!!!! STOP STOP STOP!!!!! HE HE HE HE HE HE OOOHHHHHHHHH!!! HA HA<BR>
HA HA!"<BR>
"You know," Sue picked up her fork, "I wonder if Barbie would enjoy<BR>
this!" Sue used the fork to tear away Tiffany's nylon, than began running all<BR>
four prongs up and down over her soles.<BR>
Somehow, Tiffany even laughed louder. She was completely hysterical now,<BR>
trashing and banging, and laughing, laughing, laughing.<BR>
"I don't know, Sue," Bev shook her head. "I think I'll just keep working<BR>
my nails under these wonderful tickly toes of her's."<BR>
The tickling now robbed Tiffany of all energy. She collapsed like a rag<BR>
doll, and buried her head into the table as if it were a pillow. Susan and<BR>
Beverly felt the legs on their laps turn into wet noodles.<BR>
"HE HE HE HE H EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH........................" <BR>
Finally, the noise stopped, and only silent laughter poured from Tiffany's<BR>
mouth.<BR>
Everyone in the bar was staring now, some obviously wondering how they<BR>
could get into the fun. The usual background noises of conversations,<BR>
arguements, and the occasional shattering of a chair on someone's head slowly<BR>
died. No one wanted to interupt the show.<BR>
After what was no more than 15 minutes to Sue and Bev, but several years<BR>
to Tiffany, the two stopped. Tiffany gasped for air, like a drowning sailor,<BR>
panitng with an occasional left over giggle.<BR>
"Please gasp he he gasp gasp please he no no gasp! No he he more."<BR>
Susan leaned down and whispered. "Look around you, Tiffany. Every<BR>
dirtbag and fellon in this place is staring at you like a piece of meet. If we<BR>
just let you go, they'll be all over you."<BR>
Tiffany looked around the bar. "You're gasp you're right. Help he help<BR>
me get out of here. Please."<BR>
"Alright," Beverly said to Susan's surprise, "We'll help you out of here. <BR>
We'll take you to our room upstairs. If you want to go, that is!"<BR>
"NO!" Tiffany shouted. "NO! Please, I'm late as it is. People are<BR>
waiting for me. And you'll just tickle me more up their, won't you?"<BR>
Beverly started to lightly tickle her foot again. "You don't understand,<BR>
Tiffany. We can just keep tickling you now if we want. I'm sure our friends<BR>
would help if we asked."<BR>
"He he he he he NOT THAT!!! he he. O.K., you win he he he! I'll go! <BR>
I'll go."<BR>
"I thought you'd feel that way. Let's go."<BR>
Tiffany tried to stand, but her knee's immediatly buckled. She was still<BR>
to exhausted from the tickling. She had to put her arms around Bev's and Sue's<BR>
shoulders and let them half carry her up the stairs.<BR>
The crowd, however, wasn't anxious to let them go. Most of them wanted<BR>
their own piece of the "Barbie Girl". They stood in a line between the girls<BR>
and the back stairs, as if daring them to try and get through.<BR>
It was the familiar noice of a shotgun being cocked that broke up the<BR>
stand-off. Behind the bar, Ol' Pete was aiming it in the direction of the<BR>
crowd.<BR>
"Bev and Sue," Pete said in his gravely voice, "Have paid for that room<BR>
until the end of the week, and I'll be damned if any residents of this here<BR>
establishment will be kept from the premises."<BR>
As ususual, Ol' Pete goit a bit confused with the big words, but no one<BR>
could miss the meaning of his shotgun. The crowd parted. Beverly blew the old<BR>
man a kiss, and then the two began taking their new "property" up the stairs.<BR>
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shot.<BR>
"Yeah, I know, but what are you going to do." Susan and Beverly were<BR>
sitting at there ususual table at "Mark's" a typical biker/outlaw bar. They<BR>
had hoped to find some action, but absolutly nothing was happening in the city,<BR>
at all. Even "Mark's" was tame, for "Mark's" that was. Only two fights,<BR>
neither of them involving more than 5 people, and it was already 7:30!<BR>
"Let's get out of here!" Susan stood up and started puting on her leather<BR>
jacket over her ripped black T-Shirt.<BR>
"And go where Sue!" Beverly lit another cigarrette. "If we go out on the<BR>
streets, sure will find trouble, but if the cops find us, we're back in the<BR>
Joint! We just got out last week, and I don't want to go back so soon."<BR>
"Yeah," Susan sat back down. "We both pissed of Big Momma pretty good<BR>
before they let us out, and you know what she does to people she doesn't like."<BR>
"Exactly," Beverly took a puff, "I'd rather sit here bored than go out<BR>
and find a little excitement if that excitement made me Big Momma's toy for a<BR>
year!"<BR>
Susan shuttered. "Not again,Lord, not again! You win, we stay here. <BR>
Maybe something will turn up."<BR>
Beverly was staring at the door when it opened. "I think something just<BR>
did. Look."<BR>
Susan turned around. Coming through the door was a petite lady, dresed in<BR>
a flowery pink dress. She looked frightened, constantly glancing from side to<BR>
side at the leather clad men and women surrounding her.<BR>
"Huh, I wonder what Barbie wants here. Let's find out."<BR>
Bev and Sue moved to the bar where "Barbie" was trying, and failing, to<BR>
get the attention of the bar tender.<BR>
"Sir, sir!" Barbie was saying in her high-pitched voice "sir, could you<BR>
help me please! Sir" The bar tender, Ol' Pete, was doing his best to ignore<BR>
her.<BR>
"Maybe we can help you Miss..." Bev said, with only a slight smile on her<BR>
face.<BR>
"Miss Jones, Miss Tiffany Jones, thank you," Tiffany breathed a sigh of<BR>
relief, " I'm lost. I need to find 8th street. could you help me?"<BR>
Beverly whispered to Susan "Barbie doll really is lost! 8th street is way<BR>
on the other side of town!"<BR>
Susan whipered back "Remember what Big Momma and Sal did to me in the<BR>
cafeteria?" Then she spoke outloud "Sure Tiffany, we can help you. Come back<BR>
to our table, and we will draw you a map."<BR>
Tiffany thanked the two many times, then followed them back to her table. <BR>
Bev and Sue made sure to sit on either side of her, really close.<BR>
"Get out a pen and paper. Are you ready?" Bev asked, "Good. Now, you<BR>
need to take Main Street north to South Street. Wait, is that south to North<BR>
Street. No, its south to north. Then, left, right a left onto Dawson, no<BR>
Elk..." Beverly went over a long, rambling string of directions, often<BR>
stopping and making changes. She soon had Tiffany so confused that her entire<BR>
attention was rivited on making sense out of everything.<BR>
In the middle of an exspecially confusing part, Susan innocently<BR>
complemented Tiffany's shoes. "Can I take a closer look at them?"<BR>
"Sure," and obviously distracted Tiffany said, "Take a look. Now was that<BR>
west on East ave? And left onto Park?"<BR>
"No, no..." Beverly went on naming fictional streets and building. Susan<BR>
picked up Tiffany's foot and placed it in her lap. Tiffany tried to turn her<BR>
head and say something, but Beverly immediatly started pointing to something on<BR>
the map, some 'mistake' Tiffany had made, again capturing her total attention.<BR>
Susan removed Tiffany's size 5 designer shoe, uncovering a nylon covered<BR>
foot. Tiffany's feet had long, painted toes, and obviously had regular<BR>
pedicures. Susan began running one of her long fingernails over Tiffany's<BR>
arch.<BR>
Tiffany stiffened and instinctivly tried to pull her foot away. Susan<BR>
caught her ankle in a firm grip, and kept lightly tickling.<BR>
"Is something wrong?" Beverly asked with feigned ignorance.<BR>
"No, no," a smile formed onto Tiffany's face. "I was just...distracted<BR>
for a second."<BR>
"Distracted!" Beverly tried to mimic her old 6th grade teacher,<BR>
"Distracted. I'm doing this for your own good, so you better pay attention! <BR>
Now what did I just say?"<BR>
Susan started tickling a little faster. Tiffany's smile got bigger<BR>
"You... he you said he he to take a he left some...some he some he he he."<BR>
"Tiffany!" Beverly said sarcastically, "What is the problem!"<BR>
"He he he he I'm he he sorry he he but he he your friend he he is he he h<BR>
tickling my foot heee ehe he eh he he he he he he " Tiffany had broken into a<BR>
full giggle as Susan was now running all five fingers up and down her<BR>
nylon-covered arch.<BR>
Beverly smiled "Gee Tiffany, are your feet ... ticklish?"<BR>
"He he he he he he he he yes yes yes oh he he yesssss! Escpecially he he<BR>
he in nylonnnnnnsssssss he he he." Tiffnay was laughing louder, "I he he he<BR>
can't think he he he when he he he sh sheeeeeeeeeeeee does that he he he. <BR>
Pleeeaasasssee he he make your he he he friend he he he stoooppppppppp! <BR>
AHAHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA."<BR>
Tiffany screamed as Susan began running a finger beneath her toes. A few<BR>
of the bar's other patrons were now looking to see what's so funny.<BR>
"You mean she's doing...this!" Beverly quickly grabbed Tiffany's other<BR>
leg, flipped off the shoe, and began tickling her other foot.<BR>
Tiffany laughed louder and louder. Both Susan and Beverly were nowwildly <BR>
running all five fingers over her soles. Tears were streaming down Tiffany's<BR>
face, and she kept banging one of her fists into the table. She tried<BR>
desperatly to pull her feet free, but both Sue and Bev were far stronger than<BR>
she was, and both had firm grips on her ankles.<BR>
"HA HA HA HA HA NO NO NO! Pleeeeeeeeeeaaseeeeee! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA<BR>
HA HA HA!!!!!! STOP STOP STOP!!!!! HE HE HE HE HE HE OOOHHHHHHHHH!!! HA HA<BR>
HA HA!"<BR>
"You know," Sue picked up her fork, "I wonder if Barbie would enjoy<BR>
this!" Sue used the fork to tear away Tiffany's nylon, than began running all<BR>
four prongs up and down over her soles.<BR>
Somehow, Tiffany even laughed louder. She was completely hysterical now,<BR>
trashing and banging, and laughing, laughing, laughing.<BR>
"I don't know, Sue," Bev shook her head. "I think I'll just keep working<BR>
my nails under these wonderful tickly toes of her's."<BR>
The tickling now robbed Tiffany of all energy. She collapsed like a rag<BR>
doll, and buried her head into the table as if it were a pillow. Susan and<BR>
Beverly felt the legs on their laps turn into wet noodles.<BR>
"HE HE HE HE H EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH........................" <BR>
Finally, the noise stopped, and only silent laughter poured from Tiffany's<BR>
mouth.<BR>
Everyone in the bar was staring now, some obviously wondering how they<BR>
could get into the fun. The usual background noises of conversations,<BR>
arguements, and the occasional shattering of a chair on someone's head slowly<BR>
died. No one wanted to interupt the show.<BR>
After what was no more than 15 minutes to Sue and Bev, but several years<BR>
to Tiffany, the two stopped. Tiffany gasped for air, like a drowning sailor,<BR>
panitng with an occasional left over giggle.<BR>
"Please gasp he he gasp gasp please he no no gasp! No he he more."<BR>
Susan leaned down and whispered. "Look around you, Tiffany. Every<BR>
dirtbag and fellon in this place is staring at you like a piece of meet. If we<BR>
just let you go, they'll be all over you."<BR>
Tiffany looked around the bar. "You're gasp you're right. Help he help<BR>
me get out of here. Please."<BR>
"Alright," Beverly said to Susan's surprise, "We'll help you out of here. <BR>
We'll take you to our room upstairs. If you want to go, that is!"<BR>
"NO!" Tiffany shouted. "NO! Please, I'm late as it is. People are<BR>
waiting for me. And you'll just tickle me more up their, won't you?"<BR>
Beverly started to lightly tickle her foot again. "You don't understand,<BR>
Tiffany. We can just keep tickling you now if we want. I'm sure our friends<BR>
would help if we asked."<BR>
"He he he he he NOT THAT!!! he he. O.K., you win he he he! I'll go! <BR>
I'll go."<BR>
"I thought you'd feel that way. Let's go."<BR>
Tiffany tried to stand, but her knee's immediatly buckled. She was still<BR>
to exhausted from the tickling. She had to put her arms around Bev's and Sue's<BR>
shoulders and let them half carry her up the stairs.<BR>
The crowd, however, wasn't anxious to let them go. Most of them wanted<BR>
their own piece of the "Barbie Girl". They stood in a line between the girls<BR>
and the back stairs, as if daring them to try and get through.<BR>
It was the familiar noice of a shotgun being cocked that broke up the<BR>
stand-off. Behind the bar, Ol' Pete was aiming it in the direction of the<BR>
crowd.<BR>
"Bev and Sue," Pete said in his gravely voice, "Have paid for that room<BR>
until the end of the week, and I'll be damned if any residents of this here<BR>
establishment will be kept from the premises."<BR>
As ususual, Ol' Pete goit a bit confused with the big words, but no one<BR>
could miss the meaning of his shotgun. The crowd parted. Beverly blew the old<BR>
man a kiss, and then the two began taking their new "property" up the stairs.<BR>
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Wow! I love this story, but I can't stop thinking about what happened to Barbie upstairs. Could you finish it, Please?!!
