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The Plot Against Jessica - Part Three: "Shane and the Rack" (M/F)

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Hi folks, Jessica's travails continue...read on below! :)

Catch up on Part 2 here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?294885-The-Plot-Against-Jessica-Part-Two-(F-F)

Present Day...

Jessica lay curled up on a plush leather couch in the living room of the palatial house she had spent so many years making into a home. It was a home, however, she had not lived in for months now thanks to her impending divorce from Daniel. That divorce is what led Jessica to find herself in the house this evening in an attempt to get the legal papers signed before going on vacation with her boyfriend Garrett. As she nestled under a throw blanket, Jessica felt exhausted and fatigue wracked her body and mind. She was topless thanks to the manic tickle fight she had just had with her 19-year-old daughter thirty minutes prior. Actually, describing what happened on the dining room floor as a fight was misleading...it was by any accounting a one-sided tickle destruction that the 44-year-old had been on the wrong side of. Garrett and Daniel had stood by watching the melee unfold but neither had intervened until the end, when Garrett mercifully pulled young Amber off her defeated mother. Amber had departed the victor then headed upstairs, while Garrett had taken Daniel down to the basement for a man-to-man talk about signing the divorce papers. This left Jessica all alone to lick her wounds after her humiliation at Amber's hands. All she wanted was for Garrett to get Daniel to sign the divorce papers...something she had failed to do.

Just as Jessica pulled the covers up over her head she heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching her from the other side of the room.

"Garrett...did you get the papers signed?" Jessica said, not pulling the covers down from her head. "Can we leave now?"

Just then Jessica felt a sharp poke in her thigh. The needle had come thru the blanket from above and had managed to find its mark, embedding deep into the meat of her leg. She let out a yelp as the needle withdrew as quickly as it had entered. A wave of horror swept thru Jessica and she threw the covers off her face. When she looked up she saw a pale, skinny young man she knew all too well standing over her holding a dripping syringe.

"SHANE!?!?!"

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A year-and-a-half ago…

The St. Andrews cross stood seven feet high and leaned slightly backward. It was made of polished maple wood. Leather padding had been placed where the planks met in the middle, positioned to provide comfort for the bondage victim's back. At the bottom of each leg were padded ledges about 4 inches square for the victim to stand on to rest their weight.

"It can be yours for $1,250." The clerk said.

"Wow, that's a lot!" Jessica responded, feigning surprise. She was a millionaire many times over, she could afford it no problem. She just wanted to mess with the young man standing beside her with the name tag shaped like a penis and the black t-shirt that read 'Private Passions Novelties'.

"Worth every penny, ma'am." Shane Arnold said without missing a beat.

"I'm sure it is, but I’ll need you to not call me “ma’am”, Thank you!” Jessica shot back with a smile and a wink.

The young clerk with the tattoos and earrings felt his cock jump at the older woman's response and stuttered. “I-I’m sorry…l-just wanted to let you know t-that it's…”

"...worth every penny. Got it!" Jessica said, placing her hand on Shane's shoulder to calm his obvious nervousness.

It had been on a whim that the beautiful attorney pulled her Audi A7 into the business on this evening. The sex shop had been a fixture in her suburban community for as long as she had lived there, which was close to 20 years now. It sat at a busy intersection where interstate highway met local boulevard, and was on the route to and from her law office in the city. Jessica passed by nearly every day but hadn’t entered the place in ages, not since she and Daniel had first moved to the neighborhood and needed somewhere to rent porn. Those midnight video runs had abruptly ended long ago, along with a lot of the more adventurous things in their sex life. Though they still had sex on occasion, Jessica had not watched porn with Daniel in years; and Daniel had long since turned to the Internet to satisfy his personal porn addiction.

Once in the store, Jessica had instantly noticed the young clerk behind the counter eyeing her. Dressed in her favorite stiletto heels, a tight black business skirt and a cream-colored silk blouse, the older woman could instantly tell her young admirer was smitten. It was a look Jessica saw in younger men's eyes often. Shane was in his early twenties, she surmised. A pale, slim young man, he wore skinny black jeans to match to his work t-shirt. He seemed like the nervous type, the sort of guy who was never quite sure of himself around women. Still, Jessica wasn't deterred from a little flirtation given that her admirer resembled a young Dave Novarro, her favorite musician from the 1990s. Plus, she had some time to kill with Daniel at home making dinner and Amber at swim practice. Jessica had been in the store for roughly 20 minutes when Shane suggested she look at the new bondage racks in a special room off to the side of the main sales floor. Jessica had accepted the invitation, even though she had no need for a bondage rack. "What the hell...let's have some fun with this!" she had thought to herself.

Shane reached past Jessica and began unbuckling the straps on the cross. "You know, the only way to find out if one of these is right for you is to test-drive it."

"Test-drive... you mean get up on that thing?" Jessica said incredulously. "No way - I'm not getting on there!"

"But how will you know what you're missing if you don't at least try it?" Shane insisted.

"I'm sure you're right, but NO." Jessica said, suddenly beginning to tire of the place and her present company. "Look, it's been nice chatting with you but I have to get back on the road. Got a boring suburban life to get back to and all. Thanks for your time, Shane." With that Jessica turned and began heading for the door. Then she heard it...

"Chickenshit!"

Jessica stopped dead in her tracks and spun around.

"What? Who're you calling a chickenshit, little boy?" Jessica said angrily as she walked back into the rack room and got in Shane's face.

"Y-You...Ma'am..."

Shane was half-afraid of and half-turned by the hot MILF standing in front of him. His 21-year-old libido raging, he was determined to not let this incredible woman out of the store without at least taking a shot at hitting on her. He was alone working that evening and it was a slow weeknight with few customers, so he knew the timing wouldn't get much better. Plus, although this lady hadn't him given her name, she looked oddly familiar. Shane wanted to ask her out for a drink or dinner, but as she suddenly turned to leave he knew he had to say something...and what came out was "chickenshit."

"Wow...chickenshit...REALLY?" Jessica said staring at Shane intently for a few moments. Then without another word she leaned on his shoulder with one hand and started taking off her stilettos with the other. "Strap me in, little boy!"

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Within moments Jessica was secured into the rack, the device's multi-point restraint system pinning her in at the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. She was still fully clothed, save for her expensive heels, which lay beside her on the floor. Her silk blouse had come untucked and ridden up her body a bit during the strap-in, revealing her firm bare tummy slightly between the blouse and the top of her skirt. The imposing rack had several additional restraints but they were not fastened. Because of this, Jessica had some movement of her body. Overall, she felt comfortable even though she was unable to get free on her own.

Shane had departed the rack room a few minutes earlier when he heard the ding of the store's front door, signaling the arrival of new customers. He had assured Jessica he wouldn't let anyone back to the rack room while she was strapped in and had pulled the curtain to the entryway closed behind him. Jessica was a bit nervous that he would let someone see her despite his promise, so she was relieved when she heard the cash register ring and Shane bid adieu to the customers. Jessica knew this wasn't exactly her brightest idea but she couldn't let some snot-nosed boy call her out and not respond.

A few moments later Shane returned to the rack room, carrying one of the store's iPads. "You're Jessica Boston, aren't you? Of 1331 Maher Street?" Shane said looking at the iPad. "I thought I recognized you earlier, then I finally realized you're Amber's mom. Amber and I were friends in high school. I was a couple of years ahead of her. I remember seeing you in some pics on her phone."

Jessica was instantly agitated...the young man had now taken things too far. "Look, you've had your fun, but now I have to leave. Let me out of this fucking thing..." Jessica ordered as she began to struggle.

Shane instead typed again on his iPad. "Says here you rented 206 tickling videos over a two year stretch from 1998-to-2000."

The older woman's face reddened.

"You...what...how did you...?" Now it was Jessica's turn to stumble over her words. She had all but forgotten about the marathon tickling video-watching she used to engage in with Daniel. It was in her distant past to be sure, but still lived on right there in the store computer.

"Yeah, I looked you up, lady. That's some serious tickling fetish you got there! Why'd you stop renting with us?"

"That's none of your fucking business! Now let me down!" Jessica was now embarrassed, fuming and suddenly very concerned about the precariousness of her situation.

Shane smiled and moved closer. "You must be pretty ticklish yourself if you have that much of a tickling fetish..." Without another word he softly stroked Jessica's left underarm thru her silk blouse. Jess winced silently, a look of worry crossing her face. She tried to pull her arm down but the elbow and wrist restraints prevented it.

"Ya know, I get an hour for lunch. Usually lock the store up during that time so I can eat in peace. I think I'm taking my lunch hour now!"

"WHAT?!? OOHHHH NOOO...DON'T YOU FUCKIN' DARE TOUCH ME, KID!"

Jessica screamed at the young man as he walked back out to the sales floor. Seconds later she heard the "Clack" of the front door locking. Shane returned and smiled wickedly as he began to threateningly wiggle his long slender fingers teasingly in front of Jessica's face.

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Hhhhheeeee...hehehehehehehhehehehehheheeeeeheheehehehehe!!!

Jessica was giggling non-stop and pulling like mad and as Shane tickled her armpits. Ten minutes earlier the young man had halfway unbuttoned her blouse, and her black Victoria's Secret bra was now visible. The laced fabric covered a pair of perky natural B cups that were quite impressive on a woman her age. Shane had stopped at the third button…for now. He was quite happy to take his time with his new play toy. He had reached inside her loosened blouse, fumbling around until he reached his targets and was now tickling away.

" hehehee...y-you little mother fucker...get your hands off mmeeeeeeeeeee - heheheheheheheheheheeeee" Jessica screamed.

"Tickle-tickle, Mrs. Boston!" The young man teased as his captive emitted a constant stream of girlish giggles. Jessica hated having her armpits tickled, it always turned her into a bubbly little girl, and this time was no exception.

"oohhhhh....heheheheheeheheheheheeheheeheheheehehee!"

"That's it, Mrs. Boston...let it out..."

Shane continued tickling her armpits unabated for several more minutes before he stopped and backed away. This allowed Jessica's laughter to slowly trail off as the giggly feeling in her belly faded.

"You...little...jackass...pant-pant...don't ever do that again!" Jessica huffed as breath slowly began to return to her lungs. As she recovered Shane went over and grabbed the store iPad again and began tapping away.

"I’m still curious...you were one of our top renters back in the day. Two years straight of renting tickle-videos multiple times a week. Then suddenly nothing."

"Wh-Why do you care?" Jessica panted.

"It's just perplexing to me. I mean, people only stop renting like that if they move away or die. Neither of those apply to you, Mrs. Boston."

"Fuck off!" Jessica snarled. She had managed to compose herself, but had also become aware of a feeling of desire rising inside her. Mortified, she fought that feeling off as fiercely as she had fought off the laughter earlier, before Shane had finally gotten her to give up the giggles.

Shane snapped "Look lady, you're gonna tell me why you stopped renting videos, or I'm gonna fuckin' destroy you!"

"What part of fuck off didn't you get, little boy?" Jessica shot back without hesitation.

"OK, have it your way, you fuckin' bitch!!!" Shane yelled, tossing the iPAD to the floor. Now furious, he grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open. Buttons flew in all directions as Jessica's full midsection was suddenly revealed.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!” she screamed, before launching into a wave of hysterical laughter as Shane attacked her vulnerable midriff with reckless abandon. Starting at Jessica's ribs, he tickled up and down, his bony fingers poking and prodding, digging and scratching...causing Jessica's abs to repeatedly tighten and quiver. Red marks began to form on her sides as he tickled, and her upperbody began to go flush.

AAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! WHHHHHOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEHEHEEE!

Shane continued tickling her sides with his hands as he moved his head forward and began to blow loud raspberries directly into the brunette's sensitive belly button. The rack shook as Jessica howled and tried in vain to break free. Shane switched from blowing in her belly button to licking it. His tongue easily found its target time-and-time again, and Shane soon began to taste the salty sweat that was forming on Jessica's belly.

AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! SOMEBODY HEEEELLLLPPPPPP MEEEEEE!!

"Shop's all locked up lady, no one's gonna come help you!" Shane said as he kept up the intense belly and rib assault. Jessica was now clearly beginning to lose all composure, partly due to the tickling and partly due to the steady dampening of her womanhood. She couldn't believe it...she was getting turned on by this young prick and his torturous tickle assault!

Shane moved his scurrying fingers down to the top of Jessica's skirt and began an intense squeezing just above her hip bones. This new tickle spot sent her into brand new fit of laughter, much to Shane's delight.

HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!!! HEELLLLPPPPP!!!

Shane lobster-clawed Jessica's sides in a rough, un-polished fashion but it didn't matter. Judging by her reactions Shane knew he was driving the older woman mad, and he was loving every minute of it.

YYOOOUUUU LLITTLLLEEE FUCCKKEERRRRRR!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEKKKKK!!!

Without warning, Shane removed his right hand from Jessica's side and groped her trapped thigh just above the knee. The horny woman gasped at the sudden move and her laughter went thru the roof, but not before a tell-tale sound escaped her lips...a moan.

"Holy shit!" Shane blurted out as he stopped tickling momentarily. "You're gettin' hot from this, aren't ya?"

Jessica's hung limp in the rack, her hair matted to her sweaty face and panting like a dog in heat.

"F-fuck...o-o..."

"...off...yeah, I know!" Shane mocked. He was not normally a confident guy, but he knew at this moment he was in control and could do what he wanted to the helpless woman in front of him. He was also keenly aware of his own arousal steadily growing. "I know one way to find out for sure if you're horny, Mrs. Boston. Let's check under here..." Shane slipped his hand under Jessica's skirt and moved it up to her panty-covered mound with the demeanor of a mechanic checking the oil in a car. His hand reached Jessica's panties, which by now were soaked thru. Shane pressed firmly on her pussy. Jessica’s reaction betrayed her, as she let out another unmistakable moan.

“OOOHHHHHHHHHH…”

"Ha...you ARE hot! Look how wet you are, lady!" Shane said gleefully.

Jessica knew the jig was up now. The boy was right...she was over-the-top turned on, there was no more hiding it. Looking out at Shane from the rack...her clothes disheveled, her hair a mess, sweat pouring off her body, her feminine juices betraying her desire... there was only one way to play it at this point she thought...

"...pant...want to…tickle me…some...more...?" She whispered thru labored breath, desire burning in her eyes. "...go ahead..."

Shane was once again taken aback for a moment by Jessica’s bluntness, but soon launched into a full body tickle-attack on her.

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Jessica was now at her breaking point...so full of un-released sexual energy from the tickling that she could barely stay sane. Shane had tickled her practically non-stop for the better part of an hour since her last break. Along the way he had cut off her blouse and skirt, along with her bra and panties. Jessica was now only sporting a glistening sheen of sweat and a mane of matted hair.

"Make me cum...please..." She begged, thrusting her ample hips forward from the rack and as if reaching for some imaginary penis in front her. The bonds on her arms and legs kept her in place as they had all along. Shane gazed at the sight of the naked, sex-crazed brunette in front of him. A short time ago she had been a smart, confident woman…she was anything but that now. This poor thing was pleading for release...willing to do anything to have her pussy stimulated and brought to orgasm. Enjoying himself immensely, Shane decided that instead of giving Jessica what she wanted he would prolong his own fantasy-come-to-life awhile longer. It was the pure torture aspect of this more than anything that was doing it for him, and he wasn’t ready to give that up just yet.

"Make me cum...PLEASE!" Jessica pleaded again, thrusting her hips forward once more. Her face was covered by her tussled brown locks, and thus the embarrassment she was feeling was hidden for the moment.

"Look at me..." Shane said calmly as he gently lifted Jessica's slumping head by her chin. He wiped the hair from her face as the haggard woman sob silently. He saw the humiliation and exhaustion in her tear-filled eyes. The sight of this now broken woman made Shane’s cock harder than it had been all evening.

"Shane, make me cum...pleheheheeaseee..." Jessica sobbed.

"Shhh....don't cry...I have something for you...I think you'll like it..." He said.

Shane went back to the sales floor and after a few minutes Jessica could hear him returning and opening what sounded like a plastic package. She looked up to see her tormentor holding an object that made her loins pulsate even harder.

"Allow me to introduce you to the Hitachi Ultra Clitoral Vibrator, Mrs. Boston. It's our best seller!" Shane said gleefully as he plugged the stimulator in a wall socket beside the rack. Jessica's eyes bulged as she imagined the feel of the round smooth head of the device on her engorged mound.

Shane cut the vibrator on and pressed the head against Jessica’s throbbing pussy. A low buzzing filled the air, and was soon accompanied by Jessica’s moaning.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHH...YYYEEEEESSSS....FFUUUUCCCKKKKK YYEESSSS...

Just then, Jessica felt a bolt of ticklish energy shoot up her strapped left leg. She looked down to see Shane now on one knee tickling her trapped toes. She was standing on the foot ledges of the rack, which extended out only about 4 inches, leaving the balls and toes of her size 8's hanging off the end. Shane took to tickling her manicured digits with one hand as he worked the vibrator with the other. Jessica went with the combined sensation, as if she had a choice. The tickling only made Jessica's charge toward orgasm that much more intense.

OOHHHHHHH...FFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK...YEESSSSSSSSS...TICKLE MEEEEEEEE....OOOOOHHHH...OHHHHH...DON'T STTOOOPPPP...I'M SOOOO CLOSEEEEE...

"Sorry, but we have some unfinished business.” Shane said as he abruptly removed the vibrator from her mound and switched it off. “I seem to remember asking you a question a while back. Got that answer for me?"

Jessica, her orgasm so close but now denied, let out the agonizing howl of a wounded animal. Frustration filled her mind once again. She was beside herself now…so close to orgasm another minute or so on the vibrator would have done it.

“Stop doing this to me…please…” She begged.

"We'll get back to my question in a minute...but first..."

Shane unzipped his tight jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. His underwear was next and instantly his rock-hard cock sprung out in front of him. Jessica was aghast as the young man began to stroke his dick a few inches in front of her. Apparently their encounter had been having an effect on him as well, she thought. As Shane stroked with one hand, he reached out and tickled the pink lips of Jessica's tortured pussy with the other, causing her to burst into yet another hysterical fit of laughter. Whereas the Hitachi was stimulating to her, Shane's fingers had only one mission down there...to tickle her like mad. And he was doing just that!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAA...PLLEEEEEAAAASEEEEE NNOOOO MORRRREEEEEEEE!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!

Shane tickled Jessica and stroked himself non-stop, until he finally moaned loudly and let loose a stream of cum straight onto Jessica's belly. The blast splattered against her abs and trickled down her lower belly...dribbling onto her pussy. He stopped tickling Jessica and moved a few steps closer to wipe his slowly softening penis on her belly, causing her to recoil in disgust as he cleaned the tip in her navel.

Shane, now himself fully satisfied, turned his attention back to the travails of his frustrated captive. He looked into Jessica's pleading eyes, unmoved, and in a demanding tone said “The story on why you stopped renting here, lady...or I’m going out front, opening the store back up and letting every customer that comes in see you like this. Your choice!”

Jessica knew she was going to have to give in to his demand. It was the only way for her now. Clearing her throat, she began to speak in a low whisper...

“My husband Daniel and I…we used to come in here and rent tickling videos together. We'd only been married for a couple of years; Amber was an infant then. I was in my mid-twenties…he was older, about 30 or so. You're right, I had…I have…a tickling fetish…and so does he. I crave being tickled. Even when I’m not enjoying it – even when it hurts – it turns me on. It seems like my whole life everyone has used that against me. Daniel did too. One night my loving husband who I trusted with my life back then decided to take it upon himself to turn into the fucking tickle-monster from hell. We had just made love, and all was good. I let him tie me to our bed thinking he was going to tickle me for a while and let me go like he always did. Turns out he had other plans. He tickled me for close to thirty-six hours before he let me go. I was tied to our fucking bed that whole time. He tickle-fucked me so many times that day I lost count. He sucked my toes…feathered my pussy...licked my armpits…tickled my palms…stuck his tongue in my ear…any fucking thing he could think of to torture me. And he did so with the look of a madman in his eyes. He wasn’t the Daniel I knew that day. Even though he finally let me go free and managed to somehow keep me from divorcing him, I cut off the tickling in our sex life that day…" Jessica paused, her demeanor suddenly growing angry...

"...AND THAT ENDED OUR FUCKING TRIPS TO YOUR SHITTY LITTLE VIDEO STORE!!! THAT'S WHY I STOPPED RENTING HERE ASSHOLE - UNDERSTAND??? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR SHANE, HUH??? YOU AND YOUR LITTLE PENCIL DICK HAPPY NOW???? I DID WHAT YOU WANTED SO EITHER MAKE ME CUM OR FUCKING LET ME DOWN SO I CAN DO IT MYSELF, GOT IT YOU LITTLE SHIT???

Shane was silent for a moment then finally spoke. “Look lady, I’m sorry…I didn’t realize all of that.” he said as he began unbuckling Jessica’s arms and legs. Within a couple of minutes, Jessica was free and quickly dropped to the floor in front of the rack. She grabbed the Hitachi, rolled onto her back, and shoved the buzzing vibrator between her spread legs. For the next few minutes Jessica’s loud cries of pleasure filled the entirety of the empty store as she brought herself to multiple orgasms. Shane stood by watching as Jessica bucked her hips against the Hitachi repeatedly until she exhausted every ounce of sexual energy in her taxed body. As she lay on the floor, slowly coming down off the high of her orgasms…trying to catch her breath for what seemed like the dozenth time over the last few hours…Jessica looked up menacingly at Shane.

“You’re…gonna pay for this…kid…cough, cough…mark my words. You don’t…know who you just crossed…”

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As she left, Jessica was beyond infuriated. She grabbed some clothes off the store racks and put them on. By the time she got to her car she was wearing a Private Passions t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts with "hot number" written on the back in pink letters. She climbed into the car and sped out into traffic as her legal mind raced. She knew that going after Shane criminally for what he had just done to her would be a bad move. She was a high-powered female lawyer looking to make partner in a firm run by high-powered male lawyers. Those assholes were just itching for a reason to take her down a few notches. Even if she won at trial she wouldn't be able to live down the episode at the firm. Her male counterparts would have a field day with her once they found out about her video rental history. Plus, imagining herself in a drawn-out trial against a 21-year-old...a trial that came down to he-said, she-said...was not a good look. There was probably a surveillance tape from the shop too, she gathered. That tape would most likely be silent, meaning any verbal pleas she made for Shane to stop wouldn't be heard by a jury. But what would be SEEN was her walking around the store with Shane looking at dildos and whips...her taking off her shoes and willingly getting strapped to the rack, and her not struggling or calling for help the when Shane was assisting other customers in the front of the store. Jessica knew the courtroom inside-and-out, and she knew how a jury would look at all that evidence. She could hear Shane's defense attorney now..."So despite all the evidence to the contrary, Mrs. Boston, you're saying this encounter was non-consensual?"

Jessica had too much to lose in a trial, but she HAD to get revenge on this little fuck! That's when she decided to get Shane fired and make damn sure he couldn't get a job anywhere in town ever again. By the time Jessica maneuvered the Audi into her garage that evening, she had already begun making calls to powerful people in the business community.

Jessica never mentioned the encounter to Daniel or anyone. It wasn't until months later, after she'd successfully had Shane blackballed and denied jobs all over town, that Jessica saw her tickle-attacker again. That next time had been in her own house…in her and Daniel's bed...on top of her then 18-year-old daughter.

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Back to Present Day...

"SHANE!?!?!" Jessica shrieked in surprise, the sting of the needle still present in her thigh. She felt the fury start to build from her gut. She jumped to her feet, holding the blanket over her bare breasts.

"YOU!!! YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE PUNK - I TOLD YOU NEVER TO ENTER THIS HOUSE AGAIN AND TO STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM AMBER! I DIDN'T PRESS CHARGES BEFORE OVER THAT SHIT IN THE STORE... BUT NOW...WITH THIS...I'M GONNA PUT YOU SO FAR UNDER A JAIL YOU'LL WISH...Y-YOU NEVER...FUCKED WITH ME....ASSSSHHHOOOLLLEEE...UGGGHH..."

Shane held his breath and didn't say a word as the older woman swayed and struggled to keep her balance, cursing at him in increasingly slurred words. Within a few seconds Jessica had fallen back down to the sofa in an unconscious heap. Shane exhaled with a sense of relief as he began to scoop the limp Jessica up in his arms.

"Amber and I love each other, Mrs. Boston...you can't stop us from being together." Shane said calmly.

The fancy lawyer, now in dreamland, didn't put up an argument...

(To be continued)
 
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Thanks all! Part 4 is close to complete and will be out soon. Glad people are enjoying the series. This is my first attempt at writing tickling fiction, so the encouragement is definitely appreciated. Thanks again!
 
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