In my old neighborhood (townhouses) we used to socialize with the neighbors. One fine lady in her thirties named Lorie had a wacky personality which lent itself well to tickling and being tickled. I'd always remind one of the teenage girls, "Don't forget, Lorie's real ticklish! You need to get her good!" More recently, since I've moved to a rural area, we've had our old neighbor friends over for parties. At one such party, as folks were getting ready to leave, Lorie turned her back to me and bent slightly, saying, "Okay, Drew go ahead, I know you've been dying to tickle me." I was a little surprise and taken aback, but I tickled her nonetheless. Everybody laughed and that was that.