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When Jennifer woke up, she glanced over at the clock.
ìShit!î was all she said, realizing that Holly had turned off the
alarm and left, causing her to oversleep.
ìIíll get you, you bitch,î Jennifer mumbled to herself as she got
ready for work. Holly was always playing tricks on Jennifer -- mean
tricks, so Jennifer thought. Suddenly, Jennifer remembered that today
was Hollyís big day. She had been working for three weeks straight on
a presentation down at the advertisement agency. Jennifer got an idea
and picked up the phone.
ìYes. Mr. Parks, its me, cough... cough, Jenny. I cough... I think
Iíve come down with something... aaahhhchoooo. Some kinda cold or
something. Thanks. I think I will stay home. I will. I will. Okay,
cough... Iíll probably be in tomorrow. Thanks. I will. Cough... bye.î
Jennifer looked at the clock. If she hurried, she thought, she still
might be able to make it in time. Hollyís presentation was scheduled
for 1:30pm. It was almost noon. Jennifer got dressed and caught a cab
to the agency. She entered the building, stepped one of the elevators
and pressed number 32. She held on tight to the bag she was carrying,
being careful not to let any of the additional passengers knock it out
of her hands. The doors opened and Jennifer stepped off. She glanced
down the hall and then at her watch. ì12:48. Good, Iím just in time.î
The secretary was eating lunch down the hall, so Jennifer was able to
slip right past the desk and into the conference room. Once inside,
she looked the room over carefully. ìAh ha. Thereís Hollyís stuff.î
Jennifer then crawled under the overlarge conference table and
positioned herself directly beneath Hollyís chair. And she waited.
Shortly, the doors to the conference room opened and Jennifer could
hear a couple of men entering the room, discussing various things,
none the least of which was Holly.
ìWhenís Ms. Walters set to begin, J.B.?î
ìAt 1:30 sharp.î
ìSheís quite a girl, ainít she J.B.?î
ìSheís got potential, but Iím going to find out today whether or not
sheís ready for the big leagues.î
Jennifer snickered in anticipation of what was to come.
A few minutes later, several others came into the conference room.
Just then, Jennifer noticed the chair where she had positioned herself
slide out. Holly sat down and slid her chair back up to the table.
ìHum.î Jennifer thought to herself. ìHollyís wearing that cute short
red skirt with matching red high-heeled shoes. Oh, and sheís wearing
those extra sheer white silk nylons.î
While they began speaking across the table, Jennifer set to work. She
was sure that no one could see her, unless someone looked under the
table, of course. And even if they did, what was it to her. They would
just ask her what she was doing, she would lie, and then they would
ask her to leave. Jennifer opened up her bag and pulled out four
pieces of nylon rope each approximately three feet in length. Suddenly
Holly was asked to begin her presentation. To Jenniferís surprise,
Holly backed her chair out away from the table.
ìOh shit!î Jennifer thought, ìShe going to stand up!î
Then she overheard one of the men say, ìDonít worry about standing,
Holly, weíve all got copies. We can be rather informal here.î
Holly pulled herself back up to the table.
ìThank goodness,î Jennifer thought.
Holly began addressing the group. ìFirst I would like to thank all of
you for your support and encouragement.î
Jennifer took one piece of rope and as gently as possible wrapped it
around Hollyís left ankle.
Holly continued, ìAnd I would OOHHH.î Holly felt her leg being pulled.
ìWhatís that Holly? Something the matter?î
ìOh no, Mr. Bruin. Nothing is the matter... uh.î
Holly felt her ankle being secured to the table, but tried to keep
composed.
She continued, ìI would especially like to thank you, Mr. Bruin, for
this opportunity.î
Jennifer took a second piece of rope and tied Hollyís right ankle to
another table leg, while Mr. Bruin offered words of praise and
encouragement to Holly. Hollyís mind was racing, not hearing a word
that Mr. Bruin was saying, but wondering what the hell was going on
under the table. Before Mr. Bruin finished his polite response,
Jennifer managed to take the other two pieces of rope and secure
Hollyís knees to the table legs. Hollyís feet were propped up at her
ankles on a crosspiece, and her knees were spread fairly widely apart.
Holly was in a very vulnerable position, especially since she had
chosen not to wear any underwear this day.
Holly attempted to regain some composure and started back, ìWell, I
would like to begin my presentation by pointing out a few significant
facts about the history of this product.î
Jennifer reached back into her bag and fished out a few items. She had
a rather long, stiff, turkey feather. She had a very soft feather
duster, she had a toothbrush, a q-tip, and a ballpoint pen. As Holly
nervously continued, Jennifer inched over and peeked her head out just
enough for Holly to notice her -- and more significantly, Holly
noticed the feather duster that Jennifer was holding! Holly made it
look like an accident when she dropped a piece of paper on the floor.
She bent down, somewhat awkwardly, since her knees and ankles were
bound tightly, to pick up the paper, and quickly whispered to
Jennifer.
ìWhat the hell are you doing!î
ìGetting even for all the tricks youíve played on me!î Jennifer
answered, as she brushed the feather duster just inches away from
Hollyís right foot.
ìYou wouldnít dare!î Holly croaked.
Jennifer just smiled an evil smile.
ìNeed any help there Ms. Walters?î Mr. Bruin asked.
Holly sat herself back upright, ìNo, Iíve got it.î Holly sat there for
a moment, pausing to regain her composure, thoughts of her worst
nightmare running through her head, realizing that the slightest touch
on any part of her body reduced her to a giggling, helpless pile of
goo, but especially fearful of the fact that her feet were the most
ticklish parts of her body! She would die if . . . she would look
like a fool in front of her boss and all of his . . .
ìHolly! Everything okay?î Mr. Bruinís voice seemed like a million
miles away, but it brought her back to reality.
ìYes. Sure. Letís see, where was I? Oh yea, well this product has a
very interesting history. It was developed byyyyiiiiiihhhhhh!î
Holly felt the soft feathers of the feather duster brush ever so
softly across the soles of her silken clad feet. Her change in tone
startled her associates. But she just cleared her voice and continued.
She knew that she had to keep a straight face and keep her voice from
cracking anymore. She continued, ìAhem... developed by White and
Chesterfield Incorporated.î
Jennifer slowly began to split the silk hose open on first the right
and then the left foot. She slowly peeled and rolled the hose back, up
and over Hollyís ankles, exposing the bare soft flesh of Hollyís
delicious white soles. Holly, feeling this, knew what she was in for
and began to perspire ever so slightly around her forehead. Jennifer
began to work the very tips of the feathers of the feather duster over
and around Hollyís extremely sensitive toes. As Jennifer continued her
soft tickle torture, a smile began to appear on Hollyís face. She
struggled to keep it back, but the soft feathers were unbearable.
Jennifer was tickling the shit out of her toes. Holly tried to clear
her throat a couple of times, but then let out a girlish giggle.
ìWhite and Chesterfield were . . . heee heee heeeee.î
Everyone looked at her, but she quickly managed to regain composure.
ìThey were very fortunate to discover this amazing marketing
strategy.î
Jennifer next picked up the q-tip and began to work it slowly in and
out and around Hollyís toes. The effect on Holly was maddening. She
wiggled her toes like crazy and struggled in vain to pull her feet
away. Jennifer continue to tease and tickle every inch of Hollyís
toes, first on the right foot and then on the left. Jennifer finally
focused the q-tip on Hollyís cute little itty bitty toe on the end of
her left foot. Holly couldnít stand it -- she thought she was going
out of her mind. In fact, she was becoming visibly shaken. . .
ìSo ha, uh anyway hee, heee, the uh company, umm, uh wahaawas, uh
gaining strides in hee hee, in the uh area of haaa haaa, uh the uh hee
hee hee, the uh markeee eeet.î
Jennifer realized Holly was about to lose it, so she momentarily quit
in order to give Holly a chance to regain her composure.
ìHolly?î Mr. Bruin inquired.
ìUh sorry Mr. Bruin. Hah uh just a little nervous, I guess,î Holly
managed to say, as she swallowed deeply.
ìCome on now Holly. No need to be nervous here. Weíre like one big
happy family. Just relax.î
Easier said than done, Holly thought. But she started again,
desperately praying that Jennifer had found satisfaction in her
diabolical attempt to drive her crazy and had decided to quit. Of
course, nothing could be further from the truth.
ìNow over that entire decade, this product saw an enormous growth in
sales. White and Chesterfield were approached by a Mr. William T.
Young, who made them an offer to buy them out. White was willing, but
Chesterfield believed that there was much more potential for this
product. . .î
Jennifer, realizing that Holly had managed to cover up her prior
weakness, picked up the long, stiff turkey feather and began to trace
lines up and down Hollyís silky, milky white legs -- concentrating
most on the very back of Hollyís knees.
ìNow it was during that time that OOOHHHH GOD NOOO!!!î
ìExcuse me, Ms. Walters!î Mr. Bruin said, puzzled.
ìUh, I said that it was during this time that Mr. Chesterfield said
ëNO. I wonít sell!î
Jennifer continued to work the tip of the turkey feather up and down
Hollyís legs, the backs of her knees, and up her thighs.
ìSo hee hee, Mr. Chesterfield decided to hoo hoo, go into par ar art
ners, with Mr. Young, haa haa, and they fooor oormed, hee hee, the new
heeew HEEEW, uh company, hee hee HEE, Chesterfield and YOOOOUNG!î
Holly was going ìinsaneî. Feeling that turkey feather sliding ever so
gently up and down over her smooth silk-stocking covered legs was
killing her. Holly couldnít contain herself any longer, but just as
she was about to explode in laughter, Jennifer stopped again.
ìWilliams. Go over and pour Ms. Walters a glass of water, would you
please?î
ìCertainly.î
ìNow Holly. Please try to calm down. If youíre this nervous in front
of us, how do you think you are going to be able to handle making
presentations in front of our most important clients?î
ìPlease Mr. Bruin. Iím fine. Iíll be okay. I just need a sip of water,
thatís all. Really, Iíll be fine.î
Mr. Williams handed Holly the water. He noticed beads of perspiration
forming all over her face and neck. Her face looked unusually pale.
Holly took a couple of large gulps of the water and sat the glass down
on the table.
ìOkay. Iím fine now. May I continue?î
ìPlease do.î Mr. Bruin said, in a tone that was slightly more agitated
then sympathetic now.
Holly started up again. ìThis merger was very significant for several
reasons. . .î
Suddenly Jennifer noticed the fact that not only was Holly not wearing
any panties, but she was wearing crotch less hose! That gave Jennifer
a devilish idea. She took the turkey feather and reached up to where
she could lightly tickle over and around Hollyís clit area. And
because of the way in which she had managed to spread and tie Hollyís
legs apart, Jennifer was actually able to tickle Holly right on the
most personal part of her body.
ìFor one thing . . .î Holly stopped. Her eyes got as bid as saucers.
She felt the turkey feather tickling her on her most private part. Oh
God, she thought. The effect on Holly was maddening! Shit it tickled!
She couldnít stand this! Her pause was too long as she had to bite
down on her lips or else she would cry out with hysterical laughter.
Holly tried to subtly reach down and knock Jenniferís hand out of the
way, but Jennifer continued to tickle Holly with a consistency that
was sheer torture. Holly just sort of let her head fall over to one
side as her body began to quiver and shake. Her body was laughing, but
she closed her eyes to fight back the tears. She began making slight
sounds that she could not control. Jennifer, realizing her helpless
situation, decided to go for the gold. She took her long fingernails
on her right hand and began to scratch and rake across the soles of
Hollyís feet, while she continued to use the turkey feather all over
Hollyís legs, thighs, knees, and clit. Holly couldnít stand it any
more. She couldnít fight back the laughter and the tears. And finally,
as all the men looked on in amazement, Holly exploded with laughter.
ìAAAAHHHHAAAAAA!!!! HOOOOO HOOOOOO HAAAAAA!!! EEEEEEH EEEEEEEH
EEEEEEEH!!! OOOOHHHH GOOOOOD NOOOOO!!! PLEEEEESSSEEEEEE STOOOOOP!!!
AAAHHHHAAAA!!! HOOOO HOOOO AAAAIIIIIIYYYYYIIIIII!!!
ìWell J.B., I think sheís cracked,î Williams said.
ìYes, well, it looks like weíll need to give Ms. Walters a little
vacation,î Mr. Bruin responded.
Holly was crying and laughing so hard that she couldnít say a word.
Finally, the men got up and left the room.
ìIíll send my secretary in to help you settle down, Ms. Walters. Just
hang in there for a minute the best you can.î
Holly was hysterical, ìNOOOOOOO!!! GOOOOOD NOOOOOO!!! AAAHHHHAAAAA!!!
HEEEEE HEEEE HEEEEE HOOOOOO!!! PLEEEESEEEE NOOOOO MOOOOOR!!!
Mr. Bruin just shook his head and walked out.
Before slipping out herself, Jennifer quickly took her ballpoint pen
and scribbled something on the soles of Hollyís feet. On her left sole
she wrote, ìTICKLISH BITCHî and on the right sole she wrote ìWEíRE
EVENî.
Needless to say, Holly lost face with her associates that day.
However, she knew better than to ever mess with Jennifer again. She
knew never to play tricks on her again. And just to make sure,
Jennifer would give Holly a real working over from time to time --
just to make sure!
The End
ìShit!î was all she said, realizing that Holly had turned off the
alarm and left, causing her to oversleep.
ìIíll get you, you bitch,î Jennifer mumbled to herself as she got
ready for work. Holly was always playing tricks on Jennifer -- mean
tricks, so Jennifer thought. Suddenly, Jennifer remembered that today
was Hollyís big day. She had been working for three weeks straight on
a presentation down at the advertisement agency. Jennifer got an idea
and picked up the phone.
ìYes. Mr. Parks, its me, cough... cough, Jenny. I cough... I think
Iíve come down with something... aaahhhchoooo. Some kinda cold or
something. Thanks. I think I will stay home. I will. I will. Okay,
cough... Iíll probably be in tomorrow. Thanks. I will. Cough... bye.î
Jennifer looked at the clock. If she hurried, she thought, she still
might be able to make it in time. Hollyís presentation was scheduled
for 1:30pm. It was almost noon. Jennifer got dressed and caught a cab
to the agency. She entered the building, stepped one of the elevators
and pressed number 32. She held on tight to the bag she was carrying,
being careful not to let any of the additional passengers knock it out
of her hands. The doors opened and Jennifer stepped off. She glanced
down the hall and then at her watch. ì12:48. Good, Iím just in time.î
The secretary was eating lunch down the hall, so Jennifer was able to
slip right past the desk and into the conference room. Once inside,
she looked the room over carefully. ìAh ha. Thereís Hollyís stuff.î
Jennifer then crawled under the overlarge conference table and
positioned herself directly beneath Hollyís chair. And she waited.
Shortly, the doors to the conference room opened and Jennifer could
hear a couple of men entering the room, discussing various things,
none the least of which was Holly.
ìWhenís Ms. Walters set to begin, J.B.?î
ìAt 1:30 sharp.î
ìSheís quite a girl, ainít she J.B.?î
ìSheís got potential, but Iím going to find out today whether or not
sheís ready for the big leagues.î
Jennifer snickered in anticipation of what was to come.
A few minutes later, several others came into the conference room.
Just then, Jennifer noticed the chair where she had positioned herself
slide out. Holly sat down and slid her chair back up to the table.
ìHum.î Jennifer thought to herself. ìHollyís wearing that cute short
red skirt with matching red high-heeled shoes. Oh, and sheís wearing
those extra sheer white silk nylons.î
While they began speaking across the table, Jennifer set to work. She
was sure that no one could see her, unless someone looked under the
table, of course. And even if they did, what was it to her. They would
just ask her what she was doing, she would lie, and then they would
ask her to leave. Jennifer opened up her bag and pulled out four
pieces of nylon rope each approximately three feet in length. Suddenly
Holly was asked to begin her presentation. To Jenniferís surprise,
Holly backed her chair out away from the table.
ìOh shit!î Jennifer thought, ìShe going to stand up!î
Then she overheard one of the men say, ìDonít worry about standing,
Holly, weíve all got copies. We can be rather informal here.î
Holly pulled herself back up to the table.
ìThank goodness,î Jennifer thought.
Holly began addressing the group. ìFirst I would like to thank all of
you for your support and encouragement.î
Jennifer took one piece of rope and as gently as possible wrapped it
around Hollyís left ankle.
Holly continued, ìAnd I would OOHHH.î Holly felt her leg being pulled.
ìWhatís that Holly? Something the matter?î
ìOh no, Mr. Bruin. Nothing is the matter... uh.î
Holly felt her ankle being secured to the table, but tried to keep
composed.
She continued, ìI would especially like to thank you, Mr. Bruin, for
this opportunity.î
Jennifer took a second piece of rope and tied Hollyís right ankle to
another table leg, while Mr. Bruin offered words of praise and
encouragement to Holly. Hollyís mind was racing, not hearing a word
that Mr. Bruin was saying, but wondering what the hell was going on
under the table. Before Mr. Bruin finished his polite response,
Jennifer managed to take the other two pieces of rope and secure
Hollyís knees to the table legs. Hollyís feet were propped up at her
ankles on a crosspiece, and her knees were spread fairly widely apart.
Holly was in a very vulnerable position, especially since she had
chosen not to wear any underwear this day.
Holly attempted to regain some composure and started back, ìWell, I
would like to begin my presentation by pointing out a few significant
facts about the history of this product.î
Jennifer reached back into her bag and fished out a few items. She had
a rather long, stiff, turkey feather. She had a very soft feather
duster, she had a toothbrush, a q-tip, and a ballpoint pen. As Holly
nervously continued, Jennifer inched over and peeked her head out just
enough for Holly to notice her -- and more significantly, Holly
noticed the feather duster that Jennifer was holding! Holly made it
look like an accident when she dropped a piece of paper on the floor.
She bent down, somewhat awkwardly, since her knees and ankles were
bound tightly, to pick up the paper, and quickly whispered to
Jennifer.
ìWhat the hell are you doing!î
ìGetting even for all the tricks youíve played on me!î Jennifer
answered, as she brushed the feather duster just inches away from
Hollyís right foot.
ìYou wouldnít dare!î Holly croaked.
Jennifer just smiled an evil smile.
ìNeed any help there Ms. Walters?î Mr. Bruin asked.
Holly sat herself back upright, ìNo, Iíve got it.î Holly sat there for
a moment, pausing to regain her composure, thoughts of her worst
nightmare running through her head, realizing that the slightest touch
on any part of her body reduced her to a giggling, helpless pile of
goo, but especially fearful of the fact that her feet were the most
ticklish parts of her body! She would die if . . . she would look
like a fool in front of her boss and all of his . . .
ìHolly! Everything okay?î Mr. Bruinís voice seemed like a million
miles away, but it brought her back to reality.
ìYes. Sure. Letís see, where was I? Oh yea, well this product has a
very interesting history. It was developed byyyyiiiiiihhhhhh!î
Holly felt the soft feathers of the feather duster brush ever so
softly across the soles of her silken clad feet. Her change in tone
startled her associates. But she just cleared her voice and continued.
She knew that she had to keep a straight face and keep her voice from
cracking anymore. She continued, ìAhem... developed by White and
Chesterfield Incorporated.î
Jennifer slowly began to split the silk hose open on first the right
and then the left foot. She slowly peeled and rolled the hose back, up
and over Hollyís ankles, exposing the bare soft flesh of Hollyís
delicious white soles. Holly, feeling this, knew what she was in for
and began to perspire ever so slightly around her forehead. Jennifer
began to work the very tips of the feathers of the feather duster over
and around Hollyís extremely sensitive toes. As Jennifer continued her
soft tickle torture, a smile began to appear on Hollyís face. She
struggled to keep it back, but the soft feathers were unbearable.
Jennifer was tickling the shit out of her toes. Holly tried to clear
her throat a couple of times, but then let out a girlish giggle.
ìWhite and Chesterfield were . . . heee heee heeeee.î
Everyone looked at her, but she quickly managed to regain composure.
ìThey were very fortunate to discover this amazing marketing
strategy.î
Jennifer next picked up the q-tip and began to work it slowly in and
out and around Hollyís toes. The effect on Holly was maddening. She
wiggled her toes like crazy and struggled in vain to pull her feet
away. Jennifer continue to tease and tickle every inch of Hollyís
toes, first on the right foot and then on the left. Jennifer finally
focused the q-tip on Hollyís cute little itty bitty toe on the end of
her left foot. Holly couldnít stand it -- she thought she was going
out of her mind. In fact, she was becoming visibly shaken. . .
ìSo ha, uh anyway hee, heee, the uh company, umm, uh wahaawas, uh
gaining strides in hee hee, in the uh area of haaa haaa, uh the uh hee
hee hee, the uh markeee eeet.î
Jennifer realized Holly was about to lose it, so she momentarily quit
in order to give Holly a chance to regain her composure.
ìHolly?î Mr. Bruin inquired.
ìUh sorry Mr. Bruin. Hah uh just a little nervous, I guess,î Holly
managed to say, as she swallowed deeply.
ìCome on now Holly. No need to be nervous here. Weíre like one big
happy family. Just relax.î
Easier said than done, Holly thought. But she started again,
desperately praying that Jennifer had found satisfaction in her
diabolical attempt to drive her crazy and had decided to quit. Of
course, nothing could be further from the truth.
ìNow over that entire decade, this product saw an enormous growth in
sales. White and Chesterfield were approached by a Mr. William T.
Young, who made them an offer to buy them out. White was willing, but
Chesterfield believed that there was much more potential for this
product. . .î
Jennifer, realizing that Holly had managed to cover up her prior
weakness, picked up the long, stiff turkey feather and began to trace
lines up and down Hollyís silky, milky white legs -- concentrating
most on the very back of Hollyís knees.
ìNow it was during that time that OOOHHHH GOD NOOO!!!î
ìExcuse me, Ms. Walters!î Mr. Bruin said, puzzled.
ìUh, I said that it was during this time that Mr. Chesterfield said
ëNO. I wonít sell!î
Jennifer continued to work the tip of the turkey feather up and down
Hollyís legs, the backs of her knees, and up her thighs.
ìSo hee hee, Mr. Chesterfield decided to hoo hoo, go into par ar art
ners, with Mr. Young, haa haa, and they fooor oormed, hee hee, the new
heeew HEEEW, uh company, hee hee HEE, Chesterfield and YOOOOUNG!î
Holly was going ìinsaneî. Feeling that turkey feather sliding ever so
gently up and down over her smooth silk-stocking covered legs was
killing her. Holly couldnít contain herself any longer, but just as
she was about to explode in laughter, Jennifer stopped again.
ìWilliams. Go over and pour Ms. Walters a glass of water, would you
please?î
ìCertainly.î
ìNow Holly. Please try to calm down. If youíre this nervous in front
of us, how do you think you are going to be able to handle making
presentations in front of our most important clients?î
ìPlease Mr. Bruin. Iím fine. Iíll be okay. I just need a sip of water,
thatís all. Really, Iíll be fine.î
Mr. Williams handed Holly the water. He noticed beads of perspiration
forming all over her face and neck. Her face looked unusually pale.
Holly took a couple of large gulps of the water and sat the glass down
on the table.
ìOkay. Iím fine now. May I continue?î
ìPlease do.î Mr. Bruin said, in a tone that was slightly more agitated
then sympathetic now.
Holly started up again. ìThis merger was very significant for several
reasons. . .î
Suddenly Jennifer noticed the fact that not only was Holly not wearing
any panties, but she was wearing crotch less hose! That gave Jennifer
a devilish idea. She took the turkey feather and reached up to where
she could lightly tickle over and around Hollyís clit area. And
because of the way in which she had managed to spread and tie Hollyís
legs apart, Jennifer was actually able to tickle Holly right on the
most personal part of her body.
ìFor one thing . . .î Holly stopped. Her eyes got as bid as saucers.
She felt the turkey feather tickling her on her most private part. Oh
God, she thought. The effect on Holly was maddening! Shit it tickled!
She couldnít stand this! Her pause was too long as she had to bite
down on her lips or else she would cry out with hysterical laughter.
Holly tried to subtly reach down and knock Jenniferís hand out of the
way, but Jennifer continued to tickle Holly with a consistency that
was sheer torture. Holly just sort of let her head fall over to one
side as her body began to quiver and shake. Her body was laughing, but
she closed her eyes to fight back the tears. She began making slight
sounds that she could not control. Jennifer, realizing her helpless
situation, decided to go for the gold. She took her long fingernails
on her right hand and began to scratch and rake across the soles of
Hollyís feet, while she continued to use the turkey feather all over
Hollyís legs, thighs, knees, and clit. Holly couldnít stand it any
more. She couldnít fight back the laughter and the tears. And finally,
as all the men looked on in amazement, Holly exploded with laughter.
ìAAAAHHHHAAAAAA!!!! HOOOOO HOOOOOO HAAAAAA!!! EEEEEEH EEEEEEEH
EEEEEEEH!!! OOOOHHHH GOOOOOD NOOOOO!!! PLEEEEESSSEEEEEE STOOOOOP!!!
AAAHHHHAAAA!!! HOOOO HOOOO AAAAIIIIIIYYYYYIIIIII!!!
ìWell J.B., I think sheís cracked,î Williams said.
ìYes, well, it looks like weíll need to give Ms. Walters a little
vacation,î Mr. Bruin responded.
Holly was crying and laughing so hard that she couldnít say a word.
Finally, the men got up and left the room.
ìIíll send my secretary in to help you settle down, Ms. Walters. Just
hang in there for a minute the best you can.î
Holly was hysterical, ìNOOOOOOO!!! GOOOOOD NOOOOOO!!! AAAHHHHAAAAA!!!
HEEEEE HEEEE HEEEEE HOOOOOO!!! PLEEEESEEEE NOOOOO MOOOOOR!!!
Mr. Bruin just shook his head and walked out.
Before slipping out herself, Jennifer quickly took her ballpoint pen
and scribbled something on the soles of Hollyís feet. On her left sole
she wrote, ìTICKLISH BITCHî and on the right sole she wrote ìWEíRE
EVENî.
Needless to say, Holly lost face with her associates that day.
However, she knew better than to ever mess with Jennifer again. She
knew never to play tricks on her again. And just to make sure,
Jennifer would give Holly a real working over from time to time --
just to make sure!
The End
