(The conclusion)
Finally the screaming stopped. A minute later, Quinn walked outside, too.
"It's over?" asked Daria.
"No, there's two more segments," said Quinn. "The next one she's in the stocks and I tickle her feet."
"She can't stand this, you know," said Daria.
"She *is* standing it, Daria," said Quinn.
"You're enjoying it too much."
"Paul says I'm doing really well, but that I should tease her more. You know, talk to her."
"Take it easier on her."
"That's not what this is about, Daria," said Quinn, giggling.
"And stop having so much fun," scowled Daria.
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Daria walked into the house, forcing herself to watch the beginning of the next segment. Jane was already in the stocks. Her wrists were restrained, too.
Jane didn't appear to notice Daria. She had her eyes closed, steeling herself for the next bit.
"OK, begin," said Paul.
Jane was just as ticklish on her feet as she had been on her belly. She screamed and bucked hard enough to rattle the heavy wooden stocks as Quinn fiendishly attacked Jane's toes and soles with her fingernails.
"Gee, Jane, you're a runner. Why don't you just run away from me?" teased Quinn.
"GODDAMMIT!! QUINN!!! AHAHAHAAAHAAA!!" screamed Jane.
"What's in between your toes?" said Quinn, grinning, "oooh, does that tickle?"
Jane screamed and gasped and bucked.
Daria had to go outside again.
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Quinn came outside again when the screaming had stopped.
"Having fun?" said Daria, glaring at Quinn.
"Yes," said Quinn, matter-of-factly. "I am."
"What's next?"
"She's spread-eagled on a mat, and I use a feather."
"Sorry I asked."
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Daria didn't watch any of the third segment. She waited outside.
Finally, Quinn came out.
"You can come in now, Daria. It's safe," said Quinn.
Daria walked in. Jane was nowhere to be seen.
"She's in another room," said Quinn. "Paul says it's the cooling-down room."
"Great job, Quinn!" said Paul. "I think we have one of our best videos ever, and you were a big part of it."
"Thaa-aanks," said Quinn.
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Jane had taken the bus that morning, so they all rode home together in Daria's car.
There was silence for several blocks. Jane was staring out the window with a faraway look.
"Is anybody going to say anything?" said Quinn.
"Shut up," said Jane.
"Hey! I just did what I was supposed to do! Don't be mad at me!" said Quinn.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Jane.
"Look, Jane, maybe I shouldn't have ..." began Daria.
"I said, I don't want to talk about it," said Jane.
"You can let me off on campus," said Quinn to Daria. "The sorority meeting, remember?"
"Yeah, OK," said Daria, turning into the Raft entrance.
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Jane and Daria got back to the apartment.
Jane went straight to bed without comment.
Daria sat up for a while, watching television.
Daria didn't feel like sharing a bedroom with Jane tonight. She left a note for Quinn that she could sleep in Daria's bed. Daria fell asleep on the sofa.
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"Daria?"
Daria woke.
"Jane?"
Daria stretched. The sofa wasn't very comfortable.
"Hey, Daria. Sorry about being mad at you." said Jane.
"Um, I did sort of go back on a promise," said Daria.
"It's OK. I'm kind of glad you didn't do it. It was pretty rough. I felt so damn helpless."
"So you're not going to do it again?"
"Paul wants me to."
"Are you?"
Jane shrugged.
"I guess I'd need Quinn again. She's not here every weekend."
"She'd probably come to do another tickling video. She enjoyed it."
"I could tell," said Jane wryly. "Would you have enjoyed it?"
"No," said Daria.
"C'mon, Daria," said Jane. "You used to like tickling Quinn."
"That's ... different," said Daria.
"It certainly is," grinned Jane.
"Jane, what's that look on your face all about?"
"Quinn came in last night and slept in your bed," said Jane.
"Yeah, I left her a note to do that," said Daria.
"She's still asleep. But she won't be getting up. I tied her to the bed."
"You didn't!" said Daria.
"Yes, I did," said Jane. "I'm in the mood to tickle her. Are you?"
"Yeah," smirked Daria.
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"OH MY GOOOD!!! NOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAA!!
"You were right, Quinn. Tickling is so fun," said Jane.
"DAMMIT!!! STOOOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"
"I know all your bad spots, Quinn," said Daria. "Jane and I are going to get them all."
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!! AHAHAHAAAA!! TWO AGAINST ONE!!! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
"I think we should make another video, Quinn," said Jane. "But this time I tickle you."
"AHAHAAAA!! NOOOO!!! STOPPIT!!! AHAHAAAAA!!"
"See, Jane, I told you she has an innie. See how far my finger goes down?"
"AHAHAAAAA!! DARIAAAAA!! AAHHAHAHAAAAAA!"
Finally the screaming stopped. A minute later, Quinn walked outside, too.
"It's over?" asked Daria.
"No, there's two more segments," said Quinn. "The next one she's in the stocks and I tickle her feet."
"She can't stand this, you know," said Daria.
"She *is* standing it, Daria," said Quinn.
"You're enjoying it too much."
"Paul says I'm doing really well, but that I should tease her more. You know, talk to her."
"Take it easier on her."
"That's not what this is about, Daria," said Quinn, giggling.
"And stop having so much fun," scowled Daria.
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Daria walked into the house, forcing herself to watch the beginning of the next segment. Jane was already in the stocks. Her wrists were restrained, too.
Jane didn't appear to notice Daria. She had her eyes closed, steeling herself for the next bit.
"OK, begin," said Paul.
Jane was just as ticklish on her feet as she had been on her belly. She screamed and bucked hard enough to rattle the heavy wooden stocks as Quinn fiendishly attacked Jane's toes and soles with her fingernails.
"Gee, Jane, you're a runner. Why don't you just run away from me?" teased Quinn.
"GODDAMMIT!! QUINN!!! AHAHAHAAAHAAA!!" screamed Jane.
"What's in between your toes?" said Quinn, grinning, "oooh, does that tickle?"
Jane screamed and gasped and bucked.
Daria had to go outside again.
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Quinn came outside again when the screaming had stopped.
"Having fun?" said Daria, glaring at Quinn.
"Yes," said Quinn, matter-of-factly. "I am."
"What's next?"
"She's spread-eagled on a mat, and I use a feather."
"Sorry I asked."
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Daria didn't watch any of the third segment. She waited outside.
Finally, Quinn came out.
"You can come in now, Daria. It's safe," said Quinn.
Daria walked in. Jane was nowhere to be seen.
"She's in another room," said Quinn. "Paul says it's the cooling-down room."
"Great job, Quinn!" said Paul. "I think we have one of our best videos ever, and you were a big part of it."
"Thaa-aanks," said Quinn.
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Jane had taken the bus that morning, so they all rode home together in Daria's car.
There was silence for several blocks. Jane was staring out the window with a faraway look.
"Is anybody going to say anything?" said Quinn.
"Shut up," said Jane.
"Hey! I just did what I was supposed to do! Don't be mad at me!" said Quinn.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Jane.
"Look, Jane, maybe I shouldn't have ..." began Daria.
"I said, I don't want to talk about it," said Jane.
"You can let me off on campus," said Quinn to Daria. "The sorority meeting, remember?"
"Yeah, OK," said Daria, turning into the Raft entrance.
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Jane and Daria got back to the apartment.
Jane went straight to bed without comment.
Daria sat up for a while, watching television.
Daria didn't feel like sharing a bedroom with Jane tonight. She left a note for Quinn that she could sleep in Daria's bed. Daria fell asleep on the sofa.
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"Daria?"
Daria woke.
"Jane?"
Daria stretched. The sofa wasn't very comfortable.
"Hey, Daria. Sorry about being mad at you." said Jane.
"Um, I did sort of go back on a promise," said Daria.
"It's OK. I'm kind of glad you didn't do it. It was pretty rough. I felt so damn helpless."
"So you're not going to do it again?"
"Paul wants me to."
"Are you?"
Jane shrugged.
"I guess I'd need Quinn again. She's not here every weekend."
"She'd probably come to do another tickling video. She enjoyed it."
"I could tell," said Jane wryly. "Would you have enjoyed it?"
"No," said Daria.
"C'mon, Daria," said Jane. "You used to like tickling Quinn."
"That's ... different," said Daria.
"It certainly is," grinned Jane.
"Jane, what's that look on your face all about?"
"Quinn came in last night and slept in your bed," said Jane.
"Yeah, I left her a note to do that," said Daria.
"She's still asleep. But she won't be getting up. I tied her to the bed."
"You didn't!" said Daria.
"Yes, I did," said Jane. "I'm in the mood to tickle her. Are you?"
"Yeah," smirked Daria.
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"OH MY GOOOD!!! NOOO!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAA!!
"You were right, Quinn. Tickling is so fun," said Jane.
"DAMMIT!!! STOOOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"
"I know all your bad spots, Quinn," said Daria. "Jane and I are going to get them all."
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!! AHAHAHAAAA!! TWO AGAINST ONE!!! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!!"
"I think we should make another video, Quinn," said Jane. "But this time I tickle you."
"AHAHAAAA!! NOOOO!!! STOPPIT!!! AHAHAAAAA!!"
"See, Jane, I told you she has an innie. See how far my finger goes down?"
"AHAHAAAAA!! DARIAAAAA!! AAHHAHAHAAAAAA!"
