YouNeverKnow175
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One night, Darcy was having a girls' night out to dinner at a restaurant with a bunch of friends and colleagues from work. One of the younger women was talking about how her relationships never work, and an older women told her, "You have to let yourself be more ticklish - your heart needs to be tender and open!" She was using the phrase metaphorically to say that this woman kept too much of a hard edge and didn't let the world and her experiences touch her, tickle her.
"You're right, it's true," she said. "I'm not ticklish! I'm really not ticklish!" (again, metaphorically, I know this because I had the opportunity to tickle her very briefly on a few occasions and she definitely had strong reactions)
Suddenly, one of Darcy's friends, Brittany, who was sitting next to her, said, "But I know who is........" and with that started tickling Darcy's sides. Darcy screamed and squealed and started laughing. Then the girl on the other side of Darcy started tickling her too. She was laughing and screaming and carrying on in the middle of the restaurant, squirming and making a scene as they tickled her sides relentlessly. She tried to fight them off with her hands, especially when one of them started to venture onto her stomach, her absolutely too-ticklish-to-be-touched-spot.
Eventually one of the older women said, "Okay, okay, enough....let her go, cmon" - clearly out of pity for the helplessly ticklish younger woman being tortured publicly across the table from her.
"You're right, it's true," she said. "I'm not ticklish! I'm really not ticklish!" (again, metaphorically, I know this because I had the opportunity to tickle her very briefly on a few occasions and she definitely had strong reactions)
Suddenly, one of Darcy's friends, Brittany, who was sitting next to her, said, "But I know who is........" and with that started tickling Darcy's sides. Darcy screamed and squealed and started laughing. Then the girl on the other side of Darcy started tickling her too. She was laughing and screaming and carrying on in the middle of the restaurant, squirming and making a scene as they tickled her sides relentlessly. She tried to fight them off with her hands, especially when one of them started to venture onto her stomach, her absolutely too-ticklish-to-be-touched-spot.
Eventually one of the older women said, "Okay, okay, enough....let her go, cmon" - clearly out of pity for the helplessly ticklish younger woman being tortured publicly across the table from her.
