I arrived in Korea in June of 1979, a week or so before my 22nd birthday. Being a communications specialist, I was of course assigned to the First Signal Brigade. After spending a week or so at the Reception Center in Camp Coiner, I arrived at Camp Red Cloud (CRC), the headquarters for the 552nd Signal Company, which everybody referred to fondly as "Five Five Deuce" in Ouijongbu. After two days there, I was sent to my duty station at Camp Casey in Tong Du Chon, home of the 2nd Infantry Division, arriving on a Saturday morning.
So here I am, around noon on a Saturday, sitting in a mostly empty night club off post in the ville of Tong Du Chon, drinking Oscar with Specialist Henderson, who was showing me the ropes. All of the Koreans in the ville there seemed to know Specialist Henderson and were on good terms with him. At one point he says to me, "Hey Drew, wait right here for me. I'll be back in 15 minutes. Whatever you do, DON'T go anywhere."
"Okay," I said and watched him go. "Yeah right...don't go anywhere," I thought. "I've been in town all of 3 hours, where the hell am I gonna...."
And that's when I saw HER. She was about 20 years old with beautiful long black hair, and a very pretty angelic face, smiling at me. I've always been a leg man, big time. She was wearing a shiny blue one-piece outfit that was like a jumpsuit, only with short sleeves, and extremely short pant legs, like what we used to call "hot pants." I could see every inch of those gorgeous, pantyhose clad legs which were crossed in such a way as to accentuate her natural curves. She was smiling at me and moving one finger in a "come on over here" gesture. My mouth went completely dry, and I was instantly paralyzed.
I wish I could say I confidently sauntered over to her and used my natural charms to woo her. In truth, I floated over to her through the air, both my eyes having turned into two read hearts
and my tongue dragging along the floor. I landed on the chair next to her. I was completely hypnotized. She introduced herself as "Miss Kim." She was without a doubt, the most beautiful and sexy girl I'd ever seen.
It cost me all of twenty dollars to pay her Ahjimah for Miss Kim's time the rest of that day and night. We went to her room, and lord a'mighty I don't think I've ever been loved like that before or since. She discovered I was very ticklish, and began using it to her advantage, trying to control me, not knowing how much I loved it. She asked for a couple of dollars to get some lunch. I hesitated. She began tickling me until I said, "Okay Okay!!" Of course, I had plenty of money on me, and I wasn't stingey. I just wanted her to build confidence in her ability to control me through tickling.
Later, she wanted me to buy her a dress. It cost a whopping eight dollars. I said, "No way." She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me and began tickling me in sincere earnest. I wasn't bound or anything, but she had an uncanny ability to get me in a difficult position, that would take a little time to work my way out of, during which she was delivering maximum tickle voltage. By the time I'd free myself, she'd already have her next attack planned, and she'd get me in another position. With each moment of tickle torture, I became steadily weaker, until I was completely helpless and unable to defend myself.
"Buy me dress?" she asked.
"Nah....Naha...No!" I managed to get out.
Then she began searching out my most ticklish areas and exploiting them cruelly. She was determined and not about to give up. After a few more minutes of this, I finally said okay. I had trouble breathing and was seeing stars. As soon as I acquiesced, she turned on the love. She hugged me and kissed me repeatedly. As George Thorogood would say, "Lawd, she was lovey-dovey!"
I showed back up at the barracks the next day (Sunday) in the late afternoon. Specialist Henderson says to me, "What the hell happened to YOU yesterday?! I was about to call the freakin MP's!" I somewhat sheepishly told him what happened. He grinned and said, "Welcome to Korea, Drew."
Along the same lines as the "tickle a secret out of you" thread. Like that thread, I can see this scenario happening a lot between siblings. And as with the "tickle a secret out of you" thread, if they succeeded, how long did it take to "break" you? 
