laughtermech
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The recent conviction of six members of a group calling themselves the Wolverine Watchmen got me thinking about an alternate universe where instead of violence to coax a sitting governor into not imposing strict Covid rules on her State, the perpetrators resorted to playful foot tickling as their preferred persuasive tool.
Yes, Governor Gretchen, if you were in my multiverse, you’d only have to undergo some very mild, very fun, very playful foot tickles on those gorgeous soles of yours to try and get you to relent on your staunch political positions. And if you didn’t want to relent…well…you could just say so, and you could get back to governing, no questions asked.
So, in the spirit of consensual foot tickling (yes, I said consensual.
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So here’s an alternate fun fictional ticklish twist to the kidnapping plot that almost became a scary reality at Governor Whitmer’s vacation home on Mackinac Island.
A Ticklish Kidnapping – (MM/F, feet) An alternate fictional plot to get Governor Whitmer to change her ways
THE BELOW SHORT STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION.
“I don’t know guys. We gotta do something.” Alan Frock said to his closest confidant, Saul Muziko, about his displeasure with Governor Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan and her handling of the Covid 19 pandemic and the placing of their State under strict lockdown.
“I have an idea. It may sound quite strange, but hear me out.” Saul started.
“Don’t ask me how, but the Governor was caught on a live stream the other week confessing to a reporter off the record that her feet were extremely ticklish. I have no idea the context of this feed, just that the reporter pressed her on it and she further shared that her husband’s best friend, Rob, always buries her in the sand every summer during their joint family vacations at Mackinaw Island and tickles her bare feet ‘for hours’ and ‘like crazy.”
“Okaaaaaaay. So?! How is that a plan? We tickle her into submission?! We tickle her feet while on the beach?! Are you f’ing kidding me, Saul?!”
“Wait a second! Just hear me out. I’m not done.”
Alan regained his composure.
“So, her feet are really ticklish. I happen to be a bit of a tickle aficionado of sorts.”
“Aficionado? What the f’ does that mean?!”
“My wife and I of 16 years have a little video production company we run on the side called ‘Tickle Me Sideways’. It’s an adult fetish video site. No porn. Just foot tickling. We make six figures from selling our consensual tickling clips online.”
Alan’s jaw was in the process of dropping to the floor. Not because of the unique nature of Saul’s willing fetish sharing with him, but the fact that he was pulling in over $100,000 with a side business.
“Sheesh, Saul! You are a man of many talents indeed! Why you been holding out on me?! You know I think your wife is super hot even though you both are boomers!”
Alan’s ribbing produced a smile spread wide across Saul’s face.
“Hey, who you calling Boomer?! I’m Gen X dude! 1972! C’mon! And thanks for the complement on my hot wife. I think so too!”
“Yeah, like I said…Boomer! She looks like a Millennial next to you though, you old fart!”
“Alright, easy there. I may look old, but I’ve got it where it counts, brother! I’ll wear your Boomer tat for the time being though…although you and I well know I can still punish you on the basketball court, you Millennial Cream Puff!”
Alan’s smile extended even wider than Saul’s.
“You got me there, Boss.”
“Ok, so back to the fact, I’m the mack and I know that. She’s ticklish, dude. Really ticklish. And she has her husband’s friend who likes to tickle her every summer at their local private beach, and, from what I can further gather from that surreptitious live stream she was caught on, she kinda actually really LIKES getting tickled on her bare sandy feet by this dude. I’m thinking if we plan it right. all we have to do is get her husband’s friend to bury her again in the sand and then he gets an emergency call from his work that he HAS to attend to. He’s whisked away and she’s left at the beach, buried with her bare feet sticking out of the sand, and lo and behold, who shows up but us losers with two big pink flamingo feathers ready to exact some demands and concessions of our own from our lovely lady politician.”
“That’s genius, Saul. Pure genius! Yes! I like it! I think it could work. What about the rest of her family though? Won’t we have to distract them too?”
“Good question. So I listened in a little more on that live stream off the record recording with Gretchen and that reporter and get this! This buried in the sand tickling thing is hers and her husband’s best friend’s little secret! Gretchen’s husband and family don’t even know that during their family Star Wars Marathon Movie watching events that both families do on the 1st Sunday after they arrive, Rob and Gretchen feign disinterest in the whole Star Wars SciFi genre and proceed to walk together to their favorite spot and Rob buries his best friend’s wife in the sand and tickles her feet for hours on end! Can you believe that?!”
“Not really, but I trust you. So, we only have to get Rob to duck out of the situation is what you’re saying?!”
“Yep, we distract Rob and we’re free and clear.”
“Ok, cool. So…how are we going to distract him?”
“Well, Rob’s an IT guy. We’re going to get our buddy, Larry, who you know full well is GREAT with ad libbing and impersonations to convince Rob that he needs to get back to his computer right away and help him solve a major crisis happening at his company. Larry’s amazing and should be able to keep Rob in his grip for a solid 60 minutes guaranteed while we tickle the Governor’s bare feet on the beach!”
“Alright. That sounds tight. Go Larry! And so…we’re just going to tickle her feet and see if she’ll relent on some of these restrictions?”
“That’s right. That’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to tickle her gorgeous feet and hear her beautiful laugh, and see if she’ll concede to our demands. If she does, great! And I fully expect her to. But if she doesn’t, well, at least we tried. We’ll let her go.”
“I like it. Non-violent, fun, playful, possibly very effective. But I just have one more question…you said she kinda likes to be tickled by her husband’s best friend, and we’re taking him out of the equation so to speak, and we’re doing something to her that she conceivably LIKES, why would she capitulate to our demands?”
“Another great question, Alan. I like how you’re thinking. So here’s the deal. We’re going to set up a video camera and make it LOOK like we’re filming the whole thing. We’re going to be wearing eye masks to obscure our identities, but she’ll have no such mask. We’ll play like we’re recording her, we’ll tickle her feet, we’ll get her to say that she likes having her feet tickled, and then we’ll threaten to release the tickle video recording of her with us two losers tickling her feet to her family and all the major news outlets. I think she’ll wise up pretty quick and provide the necessary concessions to us when we ask. What do you think?”
“Gotta say, Boss. You’ve really thought it through. I like it. Let’s do it! Shall we set up a meeting with Larry?”
“He’s already on board. Gretchen and family are already en route to Mackinaw. We have to move quick. Gretchen and Rob will be at their favorite beach spot day after tomorrow. Let’s get our car ready to roll out to Mackinaw Island.
To be continued…
If I hear from enough folks in the likes and comments on the website where I originally posted: https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com or here in the comments section that you’d like a continuation of this fictional story…I’ll work on a continuation…
…or perhaps, if all this talk of Gretchen getting buried in the sand by her husband’s best friend, and then this husband’s best friend getting whisked away for a made up technology crisis at the husband’s best friend’s work, and then Gretchen falling victim to her two kidnappers plotting to have their way with her ticklish bare feet buried in the sand is fine just left up to the imagination of readers like you…we’ll leave it there.
Time will tell.
Until then, thanks so much for stopping by��
Quick note: In light of the serious charges and convictions of the men involved with plotting to harm Governor Whitmer, I hope this playful fictional tickle story can be a harbinger of hope for a world where non-violence and respect and consensuality reign true and supreme.
Let’s all be good to one other and respect each other and our boundaries and our collective humanity.
Thanks as always for stopping by��
TLM
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