Don Turtelli
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Only a quick story!
It was a damp cloudy Thursday in Springfield. It was the afternoon and Marge was just leaving the Walmart with the weekly shopping. The kids were at school and Homer in work. Marge proceeded to drive back home. As she drove through downtown she happened to notice a gust of illuminous steam emerging from an alleyway. Seeing as it was only the afternoon and she did not have much to do at home, Marge decided to check it out.
She parked the car at the side of the street and walked down the alleyway. The steam was no longer visible but there was an open side door a few feet away. Marge walked inside. Before she could observe her surroundings she felt a cloth held over her face.
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"Wakey wakey Mrs. Simpson". Marge heard a familiar voice speaking to her. She opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was Sideshow Bob. He had an evil villainous grin on his face. Marge found that she was tied down to a padded table, arms over her head, in a small dimly lit room. Her feet were bare.
"How coincidental that a Simpson should stumble upon my latest piece of work. Before you ask, I am creating a sleeping potion in the next room that can put the entire town to sleep. Now I want to know what you are doing here". "Untie me at once" demanded Marge. "That is not possible Mrs. Simpson. Your son Bart has caused me too much trouble in the past, so I am not going to let another Simpson come along and destroy my plans". "I didn't know what you were doing" said Marge, " I saw something starnge come from the alleyway and I just had a look. Don't you think maybe you are overreacting?" Bob let out a loud chuckle. " Oh Mrs.Simpson you charm me, you really do. Perhaps you can stay, and we will have a good laugh together?"
With that, Bob removed a large turkey feather from his trouser pocket. "Ticklish Mrs.Simpson?" he asked as he began to stroke the feather along Marge's soles. Evidently, Marge was very ticklish on her feet. "Hahahahahahahahahah- bob- hahahahahahah ssststststststtttoooppppppppp- hahahahahahahahahahahahh" she cried. She twisted and squirmed on the table, but she could not escape the tickling. "You can thank Bart for this" said Bob as he intensively tickled Marge. "Nooooo AAAAhahahahahahahahahahahahah" screamed Marge.
Bob then began to drag and push the feather in between Marges toes. Marge was in ticklish agony. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha caaaannntttttt bbbrrreeeeeaaaatthhhhheeeeeeee hhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahah" screamed Marge. Bob was enjoying this sadistic torture of Marge. "Such a sweet laugh" he commented.
Meanwhile outside, Bart was walking by; he was skipping school. He could hear tortured laughter from the alleyway. "Hmm, should I check it out" he thought to himself....
It was a damp cloudy Thursday in Springfield. It was the afternoon and Marge was just leaving the Walmart with the weekly shopping. The kids were at school and Homer in work. Marge proceeded to drive back home. As she drove through downtown she happened to notice a gust of illuminous steam emerging from an alleyway. Seeing as it was only the afternoon and she did not have much to do at home, Marge decided to check it out.
She parked the car at the side of the street and walked down the alleyway. The steam was no longer visible but there was an open side door a few feet away. Marge walked inside. Before she could observe her surroundings she felt a cloth held over her face.
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"Wakey wakey Mrs. Simpson". Marge heard a familiar voice speaking to her. She opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was Sideshow Bob. He had an evil villainous grin on his face. Marge found that she was tied down to a padded table, arms over her head, in a small dimly lit room. Her feet were bare.
"How coincidental that a Simpson should stumble upon my latest piece of work. Before you ask, I am creating a sleeping potion in the next room that can put the entire town to sleep. Now I want to know what you are doing here". "Untie me at once" demanded Marge. "That is not possible Mrs. Simpson. Your son Bart has caused me too much trouble in the past, so I am not going to let another Simpson come along and destroy my plans". "I didn't know what you were doing" said Marge, " I saw something starnge come from the alleyway and I just had a look. Don't you think maybe you are overreacting?" Bob let out a loud chuckle. " Oh Mrs.Simpson you charm me, you really do. Perhaps you can stay, and we will have a good laugh together?"
With that, Bob removed a large turkey feather from his trouser pocket. "Ticklish Mrs.Simpson?" he asked as he began to stroke the feather along Marge's soles. Evidently, Marge was very ticklish on her feet. "Hahahahahahahahahah- bob- hahahahahahah ssststststststtttoooppppppppp- hahahahahahahahahahahahh" she cried. She twisted and squirmed on the table, but she could not escape the tickling. "You can thank Bart for this" said Bob as he intensively tickled Marge. "Nooooo AAAAhahahahahahahahahahahahah" screamed Marge.
Bob then began to drag and push the feather in between Marges toes. Marge was in ticklish agony. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha caaaannntttttt bbbrrreeeeeaaaatthhhhheeeeeeee hhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahah" screamed Marge. Bob was enjoying this sadistic torture of Marge. "Such a sweet laugh" he commented.
Meanwhile outside, Bart was walking by; he was skipping school. He could hear tortured laughter from the alleyway. "Hmm, should I check it out" he thought to himself....