I have looked for this for quite awhile and found it by accident yesterday. Does anyone know who wrote it? Or if there is more? This all I ever remember seeing!
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Chapter 2
Sharon was sleeping when her mom knocked on the door. Tossing and turning
in the bed covers,
she had wrapped herself up so that only her head and bare left foot were
visible in the morning
sun. "Go away," she thought. "I wanna sleep."
Her mom knocked again. "Honey? Are you awake? Can I come in?"
"No, and absolutely not!" She pulled the pillow over her head,
remembering too late that
she had left her door unlocked the night before.
Her mom padded barefoot into the room, wearing a blue chambray shirt
and cut-off jeans.
"Dear, I found someone's sneakers with a pair of keys in the left one. I
think you'd better make
some calls and find out who left them?"
Sharon said nothing. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep. What did
she care if Penny
or Tiff or someone was walking around barefoot? It was a beautiful day,
and whoever it was
would be back soon to get them. Who would be stupid enough to break into
their own home?
"Come on, Sharon! I know you're awake!" Her mom came up to the bed
and bent down
where her bare foot was dangling.
Sharon tried breathing deeply. Maybe her mom would just go away.
"If you don't answer me, you're going to be a very sorry young
woman!" Her mom sat on
the edge of the bed, her hands poised above Sharon's exposed foot.
"What are you going to do, talk me to death?"
Smiling mischeviously, her mom grabbed her ankle with one hand. "No,
it would have
been something far worse!"
"Oh no!" Sharon pulled away the pillow and looked her mom right in
the eye. "Oh god,
please don't!"
"Don't what?" Her mom looked at her innocently.
"Tickle me!" Sharon tried pulling her leg away.
"Well, if you insist..." Holding on with a firm grip, her mom took
her free hand and raked
a finger slooowly down her sole.
Sharon tried not to giggle. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Getting comfortable, her mom brought one foot up under
her butt.
Still tired, Sharon feel for the same trap again. "Tickling me!"
"Oh? You mean tickle you? Like this?" Suddenly, all her fingers
were raking up and
down on Sharon's helpless foot, running up and down along the bare sole.
"NO! ha ha ha! Stop!" As the tickling continued, Sharon started
laughing more and
more. "HA ha ha! hahaahahahah! no no! ha h a ha ahahahah! HAHAAHHAHAA!"
Laughing along with her daughter, Sharon's mom kept tickling away,
now running her
fingers between the toes, now running them along the delicate arch.
"Tickle tickle!"
"Hahahahahah!! HAHAHAHAHH!! NO NO!! HAHAHAH!! Stop!!!" Sharon was
laughing so much she had to clutch her side. "HAHAAHH hahahahaahh
HHAHAHAH! No
more! no more!! AAIEE! Hahaahah AHAHHAHAHHAHAA!"
Unable to pull her foot away, Sharon took her other leg and tried to
push her mom away.
Kicking it out from under the covers, she gave her mom a playful kick in
the butt. As her foot slid
down her mom's butt, they tickled the toes of the foot her mom was sitting
on.
"Hee hee!" Her mom giggled, caught up in the moment. "Getting me
back, huh? I'd
better grab both feet!" She changed position so she was squatting on the
edge of the bed, holding
one ankle and trying to grab the other. She thought she'd sit on the edge
of the bed and tickle
both feet at once.
Sharon tried kicking her mom off the bed, but her mom was able to
grab her ankle as she
tottered. Still holding both ankles, her legs slipped out behind her, and
she ended up on hands
and knees on top of her daughter.
Too late Sharon realized that she should have pulled her hands out of
the covers first,
cause her mom's knees were pinioning them to her sides.
"Now I've got you!" Laughing, her mom locked her elbows around
Sharon's knees, and
began an all-out tickle on her daughter's feet. "Tickle Tickle! Hee hee!
Tickle tickle!"
What was good clean fun for her mom was torture for Sharon.
Giggling, she stared down
at her mom's bare soles, wishing she could have her revenge. As her mom
scratched away,
Sharon started to laugh. "HA hah AHAHA!"
"Tickle tickle, with a pickle!" Her mom feathered her fingers across
Sharon's soles,
reducing her daughter to a quivering mass of giggling.
"Hee hee hHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH!! NO nO! HAHAHAHH hee haee hahah!!
Stop!" Sharon tried to squirm away, all the while taunted by the sight of
her mom's ticklish toes,
unable to do anything about them. "Please don't tickle my bare feet
anymore! HAHAHAAHH!
Please! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA Hee hahahahahaah!"
"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" Faster and faster raced her
fingers, poking and prodding
and touching her daughter's helpless feet.
"HAHAHAHA! ha hahahahhaha! Ahaha!! Oh god no! HAHAAHAHAH stop!
HAHAHAHh hee heee hahahahhhahh!" Sharon bucked and squirmed under her
mom, trying
desperately to pull free. "HAHAHAH! hee hee hahahahhah!!!! no more! no
more!"
"Oh, it's just tickling, silly!" Her mom continued running her
fingers sideways across her
daughter's soles. "Don't be such a baby!"
"HAHAHAHAH! heee hee hahahahaha!!! HAHA Haa hee hahahahhh! Oh god!
stop!
HAHAH hahah hee hahaha! HAHAHAHHA!!! please! please!! HAHAHAHH no no!!
not your
nails again!! HAHAHAAHHAH hee hee haha!!! nOOOO!!! not my arches!! HAHA"
Sharon
was going hoarse from laughing so much.
"Tickle tickle. hee hee! Tickle tickle!" Now laughing along, her
mom kept tickling away.
Sharon was going crazy; if her mom didn't stop soon, she would have
to pee.
Just then the phone rang. The jangling of the bell startled her mom,
and she stopped
tickling away. Standing up, she gave her daughter a playful grin. "Well,
I have to go do some
stuff in the kitchen away. See ya!"
Still giggling, Sharon worked a hand free and picked up the phone.
"Oh, hi Tiff! hee
hee. Yeah, I did find your keys and stuff! heee hee. I'm sorry, I
thought they were my sneakeres,
and through them in closet. hee hee. What? Oh yeah, sorry to hear about
your door. hee hee!
And you banged your shin? HA ha! What? ha ha! No, I know it's serious.
ha ha! Really.
Gotta go!"
She hoped Tiff didn't think she was laughing at her predicament.
Taking a deep breath,
she finally stopped giggling. Well, Tiff wouldn't take it personally.
Tiff was too smart to blame
Sharon's taking her sneakers for whatever happened. She'd understand it
was all a mistake.
Better to just take a quick shower and go. .
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~ toyou
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Chapter 2
Sharon was sleeping when her mom knocked on the door. Tossing and turning
in the bed covers,
she had wrapped herself up so that only her head and bare left foot were
visible in the morning
sun. "Go away," she thought. "I wanna sleep."
Her mom knocked again. "Honey? Are you awake? Can I come in?"
"No, and absolutely not!" She pulled the pillow over her head,
remembering too late that
she had left her door unlocked the night before.
Her mom padded barefoot into the room, wearing a blue chambray shirt
and cut-off jeans.
"Dear, I found someone's sneakers with a pair of keys in the left one. I
think you'd better make
some calls and find out who left them?"
Sharon said nothing. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep. What did
she care if Penny
or Tiff or someone was walking around barefoot? It was a beautiful day,
and whoever it was
would be back soon to get them. Who would be stupid enough to break into
their own home?
"Come on, Sharon! I know you're awake!" Her mom came up to the bed
and bent down
where her bare foot was dangling.
Sharon tried breathing deeply. Maybe her mom would just go away.
"If you don't answer me, you're going to be a very sorry young
woman!" Her mom sat on
the edge of the bed, her hands poised above Sharon's exposed foot.
"What are you going to do, talk me to death?"
Smiling mischeviously, her mom grabbed her ankle with one hand. "No,
it would have
been something far worse!"
"Oh no!" Sharon pulled away the pillow and looked her mom right in
the eye. "Oh god,
please don't!"
"Don't what?" Her mom looked at her innocently.
"Tickle me!" Sharon tried pulling her leg away.
"Well, if you insist..." Holding on with a firm grip, her mom took
her free hand and raked
a finger slooowly down her sole.
Sharon tried not to giggle. "Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Getting comfortable, her mom brought one foot up under
her butt.
Still tired, Sharon feel for the same trap again. "Tickling me!"
"Oh? You mean tickle you? Like this?" Suddenly, all her fingers
were raking up and
down on Sharon's helpless foot, running up and down along the bare sole.
"NO! ha ha ha! Stop!" As the tickling continued, Sharon started
laughing more and
more. "HA ha ha! hahaahahahah! no no! ha h a ha ahahahah! HAHAAHHAHAA!"
Laughing along with her daughter, Sharon's mom kept tickling away,
now running her
fingers between the toes, now running them along the delicate arch.
"Tickle tickle!"
"Hahahahahah!! HAHAHAHAHH!! NO NO!! HAHAHAH!! Stop!!!" Sharon was
laughing so much she had to clutch her side. "HAHAAHH hahahahaahh
HHAHAHAH! No
more! no more!! AAIEE! Hahaahah AHAHHAHAHHAHAA!"
Unable to pull her foot away, Sharon took her other leg and tried to
push her mom away.
Kicking it out from under the covers, she gave her mom a playful kick in
the butt. As her foot slid
down her mom's butt, they tickled the toes of the foot her mom was sitting
on.
"Hee hee!" Her mom giggled, caught up in the moment. "Getting me
back, huh? I'd
better grab both feet!" She changed position so she was squatting on the
edge of the bed, holding
one ankle and trying to grab the other. She thought she'd sit on the edge
of the bed and tickle
both feet at once.
Sharon tried kicking her mom off the bed, but her mom was able to
grab her ankle as she
tottered. Still holding both ankles, her legs slipped out behind her, and
she ended up on hands
and knees on top of her daughter.
Too late Sharon realized that she should have pulled her hands out of
the covers first,
cause her mom's knees were pinioning them to her sides.
"Now I've got you!" Laughing, her mom locked her elbows around
Sharon's knees, and
began an all-out tickle on her daughter's feet. "Tickle Tickle! Hee hee!
Tickle tickle!"
What was good clean fun for her mom was torture for Sharon.
Giggling, she stared down
at her mom's bare soles, wishing she could have her revenge. As her mom
scratched away,
Sharon started to laugh. "HA hah AHAHA!"
"Tickle tickle, with a pickle!" Her mom feathered her fingers across
Sharon's soles,
reducing her daughter to a quivering mass of giggling.
"Hee hee hHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAH!! NO nO! HAHAHAHH hee haee hahah!!
Stop!" Sharon tried to squirm away, all the while taunted by the sight of
her mom's ticklish toes,
unable to do anything about them. "Please don't tickle my bare feet
anymore! HAHAHAAHH!
Please! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA Hee hahahahahaah!"
"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" Faster and faster raced her
fingers, poking and prodding
and touching her daughter's helpless feet.
"HAHAHAHA! ha hahahahhaha! Ahaha!! Oh god no! HAHAAHAHAH stop!
HAHAHAHh hee heee hahahahhhahh!" Sharon bucked and squirmed under her
mom, trying
desperately to pull free. "HAHAHAH! hee hee hahahahhah!!!! no more! no
more!"
"Oh, it's just tickling, silly!" Her mom continued running her
fingers sideways across her
daughter's soles. "Don't be such a baby!"
"HAHAHAHAH! heee hee hahahahaha!!! HAHA Haa hee hahahahhh! Oh god!
stop!
HAHAH hahah hee hahaha! HAHAHAHHA!!! please! please!! HAHAHAHH no no!!
not your
nails again!! HAHAHAAHHAH hee hee haha!!! nOOOO!!! not my arches!! HAHA"
Sharon
was going hoarse from laughing so much.
"Tickle tickle. hee hee! Tickle tickle!" Now laughing along, her
mom kept tickling away.
Sharon was going crazy; if her mom didn't stop soon, she would have
to pee.
Just then the phone rang. The jangling of the bell startled her mom,
and she stopped
tickling away. Standing up, she gave her daughter a playful grin. "Well,
I have to go do some
stuff in the kitchen away. See ya!"
Still giggling, Sharon worked a hand free and picked up the phone.
"Oh, hi Tiff! hee
hee. Yeah, I did find your keys and stuff! heee hee. I'm sorry, I
thought they were my sneakeres,
and through them in closet. hee hee. What? Oh yeah, sorry to hear about
your door. hee hee!
And you banged your shin? HA ha! What? ha ha! No, I know it's serious.
ha ha! Really.
Gotta go!"
She hoped Tiff didn't think she was laughing at her predicament.
Taking a deep breath,
she finally stopped giggling. Well, Tiff wouldn't take it personally.
Tiff was too smart to blame
Sharon's taking her sneakers for whatever happened. She'd understand it
was all a mistake.
Better to just take a quick shower and go. .
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~ toyou
