KITTLETOWN TWO
by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Wedding
Cindy Sherman looked beautiful. She was a most radiant bride-to-be. Her wedding dress was a silk, flowery, lacy masterpiece with tiny lace hems that hung over the deep-cut armholes.
Because she was to be married in Kittletown, she received a free session at the salon, consisting of a total skincare treatment, making her skin even softer than before.
A Kittletown wedding is one that is to be remembered always, not simply because of the honorable institution but because of the tradition of the Bride's Walk.
Cindy had been briefed and she was ready. Her groom stood at the altar. The music started and she appeared at the back of the room. Gasps came from the members of the audience as they beheld their angelic friend. Her long, curly hair splayed beautifully over her bare shoulders.
The Walk was simple. She had to walk down the aisle, holding fresh cut flowers. Selected members of the party were seated on either side of the aisle. As the bride descended, the members tickled her. They couldn't hold her but must simply tickle her as she walked down. If the bride made it without dropping her flowers, then she was deserving of being a Kittletown wife.
Cindy walked slowly as the congregation rose. Then she started to smile in anticipation. The very ticklish woman knew what was to come.
The first hands reached for her ribs and Cindy yelped. The whole room laughed at her cute reaction. Then more hands grabbed as she descended. Two hands, on either side, managed to get their fingers into her sensitive underarms and Cindy began to really laugh, hysterically as she shifted and twisted to get the fingers out of those two ticklish spots.
The room was buzzing with laughter but wordless, as it was supposed to be.
As she walked, other, female, gloved hands reached for her neck, tickling, and exploring, tickling down to her shoulders and trying squeeze into her armpits. They reached in front of her and tickled her belly.
It was very difficult for this highly ticklish woman. Less tickling than this had caused her, in the past, to fall to the ground, helpless. She giggled and twisted but held her flowers, tightly.
Chorus' of 'kitchy-koo' and 'tickle tickle' were the only words allowed to be spoken. It intimidated the young woman but she never faultered.
Fingers reached to poke her sensitive ribcage; poking, then grabbing the ticklish spot. Cindy laughed and squealed.
When she reached her groom she was worn out but smiling. That's the way he wanted to remember her.
END OF BOOK TWO
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Book Three deals with the effects of Formula on people throughout the U.S., Hollywood celebrities, Talk Show hosts. The Tickle Punks move quickly and dose all the water supplies. Meanwhile Dr. Gregory invents a new kind of long distance tickling devise. Finally, we get to see the Miss Tickle Contest which takes us to a strange and compelling conclusion.
KITTLETOWN One ©1993 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
KITTLETOWN Two ©1994 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
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by Max Speer
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The Wedding
Cindy Sherman looked beautiful. She was a most radiant bride-to-be. Her wedding dress was a silk, flowery, lacy masterpiece with tiny lace hems that hung over the deep-cut armholes.
Because she was to be married in Kittletown, she received a free session at the salon, consisting of a total skincare treatment, making her skin even softer than before.
A Kittletown wedding is one that is to be remembered always, not simply because of the honorable institution but because of the tradition of the Bride's Walk.
Cindy had been briefed and she was ready. Her groom stood at the altar. The music started and she appeared at the back of the room. Gasps came from the members of the audience as they beheld their angelic friend. Her long, curly hair splayed beautifully over her bare shoulders.
The Walk was simple. She had to walk down the aisle, holding fresh cut flowers. Selected members of the party were seated on either side of the aisle. As the bride descended, the members tickled her. They couldn't hold her but must simply tickle her as she walked down. If the bride made it without dropping her flowers, then she was deserving of being a Kittletown wife.
Cindy walked slowly as the congregation rose. Then she started to smile in anticipation. The very ticklish woman knew what was to come.
The first hands reached for her ribs and Cindy yelped. The whole room laughed at her cute reaction. Then more hands grabbed as she descended. Two hands, on either side, managed to get their fingers into her sensitive underarms and Cindy began to really laugh, hysterically as she shifted and twisted to get the fingers out of those two ticklish spots.
The room was buzzing with laughter but wordless, as it was supposed to be.
As she walked, other, female, gloved hands reached for her neck, tickling, and exploring, tickling down to her shoulders and trying squeeze into her armpits. They reached in front of her and tickled her belly.
It was very difficult for this highly ticklish woman. Less tickling than this had caused her, in the past, to fall to the ground, helpless. She giggled and twisted but held her flowers, tightly.
Chorus' of 'kitchy-koo' and 'tickle tickle' were the only words allowed to be spoken. It intimidated the young woman but she never faultered.
Fingers reached to poke her sensitive ribcage; poking, then grabbing the ticklish spot. Cindy laughed and squealed.
When she reached her groom she was worn out but smiling. That's the way he wanted to remember her.
END OF BOOK TWO
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Book Three deals with the effects of Formula on people throughout the U.S., Hollywood celebrities, Talk Show hosts. The Tickle Punks move quickly and dose all the water supplies. Meanwhile Dr. Gregory invents a new kind of long distance tickling devise. Finally, we get to see the Miss Tickle Contest which takes us to a strange and compelling conclusion.
KITTLETOWN One ©1993 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
KITTLETOWN Two ©1994 by Max Speer. All Rights Reserved.
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