I took an acting class a few years ago, just for fun, and there was this 18-year-old Puerto Rican, about five feet tall, carmel skin, long fake nails, bad ass attitude...the works. She was chunky and buxom and 18 and sweet...I was almost 30 at the time. She had a crush on me, and used to do the kind of stuff I used to do in high school: kick my chair, pull my hair, make fun of me, etc. One day she and her partner brought two of those giant water guns to use as props in their skit, so -- you can tell what's coming. After class she starts squirting me with it, and I let her get me long enough to be able to get her back. She ran, and I chased her around the block, letting her get around the corner where no one else would see. I caught her, wrestled her down onto a little patch of grass, and gave her the old "Boy are you gonna get it! Let's see, how can I get you back? You're not ticklish, are you?" And Jesus smiled on me -- uh, scuse, me, Hay-soos smiled on me, because she sure as heck was. I got my hands into that soft jelly stomach and she wouldn't even fight back for fear of breaking her nails. She had that gasping kind of laughter, and she started protesting in Spanish way too fast for me to understand. All I could make out was "Papi no! Papi no! No cos...qui..llas!" I kept it up for a minute or two, then ordered her to say sorry -- but she wasn't the kind of girl to follow orders. "Never!" she said, which was of course exactly what I wanted to hear...I went at it again, this time getting my hands all the way up into her armpits -- she wore a tank top, so my hands were right up on her bare skin, and she pretty quickly couldn't take it and started to scream "no mas!" --which was a pretty nice touch. I didn't get off her right away, though; just sat on her while we both caught our breath. I would have loved to date her, but she had a three-year-old son, and she was looking for a father for him. But the memory of that tickle will stay with me forever.