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mile-high tickle club
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Gee, that's a long flight to Philly, ain't it, Jan?
Gee, that's a long flight to Philly, ain't it, Jan?
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I fly at least one round trip flight per year - and often two. I haven't done the mile high tickle thing. (Altho I have been tempted by a sole-shot or two!)
I have read on this forum about a person doing some tickling on a flight. Don't know when/where the post is, but I believe it was supposed to be a true account.
I have read on this forum about a person doing some tickling on a flight. Don't know when/where the post is, but I believe it was supposed to be a true account.
sole seeker, I think I know the one you are talking about.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=25328
nothing cool like this has ever happened to me on a plane. have had some fun stuff happen after I got off planes tho... 🙂
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=25328
nothing cool like this has ever happened to me on a plane. have had some fun stuff happen after I got off planes tho... 🙂
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Hi everyone. Long time no posty. You're looking good. Hey, look at you. And you over there -- howareya? And, wow, what happened to you?
Anyway, I think I can be added to the mile-high club. Though I don't do it much anymore, I went through a phase there where I was endeavoring to tickle every cute woman anywhere they were anytime I could. I was like Dr. Tickle and Mr. Hyde, though I referred to myself in my mind as the Tickling Bandit. He's more or less retired now, as I get much more satisfaction these days from blah blah blah, why am I going off on this, you want to hear a story!
I have a few of them.
There was this cute, bookish girl. It was one-a-them-there big planes, and we were sitting in the middle aisle. I was traveling alone, and apparently so was she. She wore glasses, was roughly my age, had a braininess about her that was blended with a shy insecurity. I found this all very sexy. Increasingly so as the flight went on and my thoughts zeroed in, like so many of ours here do, on tickling.
We didn't start really conversing until very late in the flight. The plane wasn't crowded, and we shared this middle row with nobody else. (Did one of you out there just say "too perfect" -- I heard that.) Once we got into our conversation I realized I only had an hour left with this girl, and if I was going to figure out a way to tickle her, I'd have to segue soon. We were talking about Barton Fink, which I was still very high on at the time. There's a small foot thing in the film, but it's so obscure and I couldn't think of a way to use it as a starting off poing, so I didn't even go there. I took a more simple route.
When we got to 15 minutes from landing, I just went for it. I made the conversation die down to allow for a non-sequitous transition. After a pause, I looked at her, gave her a smile, and said, "So how about a we're-landing-soon foot rub?"
Would it work? Man, it's such an obvious line, I cringed inside but did my best to make it sound light and fun in a wacky and crazy way.
She paused, looked at me, and said, "Oh baby," in a mock sensual tone.
She swung her feet up into my lap, and I massaged. I didn't wait long to begin the light tickling. It was VERY rewarding. For a tickler, at least. She was ticklish, she was wearing thin tights, and she was into the foot attention. She never pulled her foot away, but kept it in my hands and laughed softly. Quickly gaging her ticklishness, I kept her on the edge (which, by the way, is my favorite thing to do in the world ever, ever!) so that it felt sensual and sweet but also tickled near-intensely. I tickled her until the last possible moment.
When she swung her feet back down ('goodbye' I mentally called to them, they blew me a kiss), she thanked me. I said "My pleasure. Sorry about all the tickling but I really couldn't resist."
She nodded and gulped awkwardly and said reassuringly, "It was delightful."
She called me a month or two later and left a message telling me Barton Fink was having a special screening here in LA and that she was going to go, but I never returned the call nor did I go to the movie. Why, you might ask? Because I'm an idiot.
Damn, that was a long story. I wanted to tell you about at least two others, but I don't want to bore the audience with too many words. I'll wait till later, if this thread persists.
SNL's about to be on anyway. Anyone ever think about tickling Tina Fey like crazy until she's wild? I sometimes do.
- Mr. Hyde
NO! I mean
- Boomtown
Anyway, I think I can be added to the mile-high club. Though I don't do it much anymore, I went through a phase there where I was endeavoring to tickle every cute woman anywhere they were anytime I could. I was like Dr. Tickle and Mr. Hyde, though I referred to myself in my mind as the Tickling Bandit. He's more or less retired now, as I get much more satisfaction these days from blah blah blah, why am I going off on this, you want to hear a story!
I have a few of them.
There was this cute, bookish girl. It was one-a-them-there big planes, and we were sitting in the middle aisle. I was traveling alone, and apparently so was she. She wore glasses, was roughly my age, had a braininess about her that was blended with a shy insecurity. I found this all very sexy. Increasingly so as the flight went on and my thoughts zeroed in, like so many of ours here do, on tickling.
We didn't start really conversing until very late in the flight. The plane wasn't crowded, and we shared this middle row with nobody else. (Did one of you out there just say "too perfect" -- I heard that.) Once we got into our conversation I realized I only had an hour left with this girl, and if I was going to figure out a way to tickle her, I'd have to segue soon. We were talking about Barton Fink, which I was still very high on at the time. There's a small foot thing in the film, but it's so obscure and I couldn't think of a way to use it as a starting off poing, so I didn't even go there. I took a more simple route.
When we got to 15 minutes from landing, I just went for it. I made the conversation die down to allow for a non-sequitous transition. After a pause, I looked at her, gave her a smile, and said, "So how about a we're-landing-soon foot rub?"
Would it work? Man, it's such an obvious line, I cringed inside but did my best to make it sound light and fun in a wacky and crazy way.
She paused, looked at me, and said, "Oh baby," in a mock sensual tone.
She swung her feet up into my lap, and I massaged. I didn't wait long to begin the light tickling. It was VERY rewarding. For a tickler, at least. She was ticklish, she was wearing thin tights, and she was into the foot attention. She never pulled her foot away, but kept it in my hands and laughed softly. Quickly gaging her ticklishness, I kept her on the edge (which, by the way, is my favorite thing to do in the world ever, ever!) so that it felt sensual and sweet but also tickled near-intensely. I tickled her until the last possible moment.
When she swung her feet back down ('goodbye' I mentally called to them, they blew me a kiss), she thanked me. I said "My pleasure. Sorry about all the tickling but I really couldn't resist."
She nodded and gulped awkwardly and said reassuringly, "It was delightful."
She called me a month or two later and left a message telling me Barton Fink was having a special screening here in LA and that she was going to go, but I never returned the call nor did I go to the movie. Why, you might ask? Because I'm an idiot.
Damn, that was a long story. I wanted to tell you about at least two others, but I don't want to bore the audience with too many words. I'll wait till later, if this thread persists.
SNL's about to be on anyway. Anyone ever think about tickling Tina Fey like crazy until she's wild? I sometimes do.
- Mr. Hyde
NO! I mean
- Boomtown
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count me in..
3 times to be exact.
twice with women i met on the flights, and once with my wife.
steve
p.s. if you could get into the cockpit and tickle the pilot, would that be concidered terrorism?
3 times to be exact.
twice with women i met on the flights, and once with my wife.
steve
p.s. if you could get into the cockpit and tickle the pilot, would that be concidered terrorism?
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Very nice story, Boomtown. 😀 And you definitely should have returned her call.
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Excellent story, Boomtown! Not too long IMO - I love the juicy details.
Steve - you're a lucky man. Would you give us a detail or two? (At least what part of the body you ravaged, and an approximate age/description!)
As to your question about harassing the pilot... Yes, IMO that would be terrorism... unless NJJen, Ayla or Crydun is the pilot - in which case it would be more of a gratuity.
Steve - you're a lucky man. Would you give us a detail or two? (At least what part of the body you ravaged, and an approximate age/description!)
As to your question about harassing the pilot... Yes, IMO that would be terrorism... unless NJJen, Ayla or Crydun is the pilot - in which case it would be more of a gratuity.
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Pretty cool idea although everyone who tickles or gets tickled in Denver Colorado are already members.😉 😀
If tickling ever took place in the Space Shuttle, would that make them members of the 9 mile high club?😉 🙄
TTD😎
If tickling ever took place in the Space Shuttle, would that make them members of the 9 mile high club?😉 🙄
TTD😎
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Duh!
I saw the title "Mile High Tickle Club" and I thought the thread would be about Denver gatherings! LOL 😛
I saw the title "Mile High Tickle Club" and I thought the thread would be about Denver gatherings! LOL 😛
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more bandit tales
In what I think will be a successful attempt at procrastinating work I really need to do, I'd like to relate my other notable mile-high tales.
The next one occured on my flight back from that legendary party NEST 2K. I live in Los Angeles but travel regularly to the east coast, so my plane rides are always 5 to 6 hours.
Again, the flight wasn't too crowded. I sat in in the left bank of seats, directly behind a woman who had three in a row all by herself. She sat in the aisle seat.
"Excuse me," I said, now standing beside her. "Do you mind if I grab THAT seat? My seat's behind you but I'm between windows. I'd love to have one to look out of."
"Sure, be my guest."
I settled in. "Thanks. I don't mean to foil any stretching-out plans you might have had. If you were going to, still feel free, I know some reflexology." I said this last part not looking at her, instead tending to my books and whatever. It was a carefully placed throw-away.
This was as the plane was taxi-ing (how the hell do you write that word?). We took off. We leveled out in the air. She turned to me warmheartedly. "So what's this about reflexology?"
And there was much rejoicing.
She was a professional-looking woman, approaching her 50's. She had a sparkle in her eye and a carpe-diem-itude. I liked her.
Soon enough she was offering her nyloned foot to experience some first-hand reflexology. I demonstrated certain real pressure points and explained what they are. "Here is for headaches. Here is for stomach ailments. This is your pancreas..." She was fascinated. Then I came out with a line I've used more than once during that period (you're going to steal this, I know you are): "And here's the pressure point for depression..."
I tickled. All over, lightly.
She flexed an fisted her foot, but did not pull it away. She laughed as though she were both ticklish and amused that she was ticklish. Polite, jovial, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, which is a great thing.
This let the conversation move to the topic of tickling. It's good for you, I proposed. Let yourself laugh, I suggested. We don't do this often enough as adults, I speculated. She kept the attitude of someone who was at a seminar, drinking it in.
Eventually, when it pushed the envelope of getting old, I released both the topic and her foot. I had to be strategic, after all.
I let time pass. Then, when it was getting close to the end of the flight, I confidently insisted that I need to "balance her out" by massaging and tickling the other foot. She readily agreed.
I tickled and kept her on the edge for a good amount of time, releasing her only when the pilot was preparing to land.
As Jerri Blank says... "Good tiiiimes!"
I won't wait to post the third notable mile-high tickle. This is a quick one. I was flying with my girlfriend at the time (I'm single now -- hello. Cute, single, ticklish, Los Angeles girl, I'm talking to you. Single now. Hello.). We had a middle aisle to ourselves. Behind us in the left bank of seats was a hippie couple. Bearded, dirty-looking Yoga-type of guy, just a little older than me, and a cute Yoga-looking brunette girl, about my age. I want to say they looked like Sikhs, but I'm not sure about that.
My girlfriend was all about the tickling and the feet. It's what had brought us together, and it's an area we never neglected for more than 24 hours. We were both reading our separate books. She stretched out and placed her bare feet in my lap. I rubbed and tickled.
"Mmm, that looks good," I heard the hippie girl say. I turned my head, and saw that she was gesturing to our foot action. The guy looked up from his reading, saw what she was talking about, and said, "Put 'em here," patting his lap.
She contorted in such a way to get her bare feet up on her man's lap, and he started massaging. His technique was mechanical, disinterested. (Some guys don't have a clue, huh?)
Eventually she took her feet away and stretched them out in front of her, placing them on the headrest of the empty seat in front of her.
I made my move. I knew it was going to be a super-short one, but it was a somewhat exciting prospect anyway. I'd have to use the force to maneuver my hands just right.
I stood up. I stepped out into the aisle, right next to her bare feet. I leaned in to say anything to my girlfriend. I blindly reached out my hands to casually place them on the seat top next to me, and... ta dah!
My second and third fingers touched a bare foot in the center of the sole. She squealed. I dug in for a split second, then looked around "surprised."
The woman was looking right at me with an open-mouthed smile. I apologized, and she said it was okay. Then she turned to her man and said, "That was funny!" He looked up from his reading again, obviously too distracted to hear what she was saying. She decided not to explain. I walked away.
When I came back, I told my girlfriend and tickled her feet with renewed gusto. Being a tickling fan herself, she would often get into the tickling scenarios with me, so she appreciated it, and flirted with me even more with her feet.
And we flew off into the sunset, happy and laughing.
And that's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
- Boomtown
In what I think will be a successful attempt at procrastinating work I really need to do, I'd like to relate my other notable mile-high tales.
The next one occured on my flight back from that legendary party NEST 2K. I live in Los Angeles but travel regularly to the east coast, so my plane rides are always 5 to 6 hours.
Again, the flight wasn't too crowded. I sat in in the left bank of seats, directly behind a woman who had three in a row all by herself. She sat in the aisle seat.
"Excuse me," I said, now standing beside her. "Do you mind if I grab THAT seat? My seat's behind you but I'm between windows. I'd love to have one to look out of."
"Sure, be my guest."
I settled in. "Thanks. I don't mean to foil any stretching-out plans you might have had. If you were going to, still feel free, I know some reflexology." I said this last part not looking at her, instead tending to my books and whatever. It was a carefully placed throw-away.
This was as the plane was taxi-ing (how the hell do you write that word?). We took off. We leveled out in the air. She turned to me warmheartedly. "So what's this about reflexology?"
And there was much rejoicing.
She was a professional-looking woman, approaching her 50's. She had a sparkle in her eye and a carpe-diem-itude. I liked her.
Soon enough she was offering her nyloned foot to experience some first-hand reflexology. I demonstrated certain real pressure points and explained what they are. "Here is for headaches. Here is for stomach ailments. This is your pancreas..." She was fascinated. Then I came out with a line I've used more than once during that period (you're going to steal this, I know you are): "And here's the pressure point for depression..."
I tickled. All over, lightly.
She flexed an fisted her foot, but did not pull it away. She laughed as though she were both ticklish and amused that she was ticklish. Polite, jovial, keeping eye contact with me the whole time, which is a great thing.
This let the conversation move to the topic of tickling. It's good for you, I proposed. Let yourself laugh, I suggested. We don't do this often enough as adults, I speculated. She kept the attitude of someone who was at a seminar, drinking it in.
Eventually, when it pushed the envelope of getting old, I released both the topic and her foot. I had to be strategic, after all.
I let time pass. Then, when it was getting close to the end of the flight, I confidently insisted that I need to "balance her out" by massaging and tickling the other foot. She readily agreed.
I tickled and kept her on the edge for a good amount of time, releasing her only when the pilot was preparing to land.
As Jerri Blank says... "Good tiiiimes!"
I won't wait to post the third notable mile-high tickle. This is a quick one. I was flying with my girlfriend at the time (I'm single now -- hello. Cute, single, ticklish, Los Angeles girl, I'm talking to you. Single now. Hello.). We had a middle aisle to ourselves. Behind us in the left bank of seats was a hippie couple. Bearded, dirty-looking Yoga-type of guy, just a little older than me, and a cute Yoga-looking brunette girl, about my age. I want to say they looked like Sikhs, but I'm not sure about that.
My girlfriend was all about the tickling and the feet. It's what had brought us together, and it's an area we never neglected for more than 24 hours. We were both reading our separate books. She stretched out and placed her bare feet in my lap. I rubbed and tickled.
"Mmm, that looks good," I heard the hippie girl say. I turned my head, and saw that she was gesturing to our foot action. The guy looked up from his reading, saw what she was talking about, and said, "Put 'em here," patting his lap.
She contorted in such a way to get her bare feet up on her man's lap, and he started massaging. His technique was mechanical, disinterested. (Some guys don't have a clue, huh?)
Eventually she took her feet away and stretched them out in front of her, placing them on the headrest of the empty seat in front of her.
I made my move. I knew it was going to be a super-short one, but it was a somewhat exciting prospect anyway. I'd have to use the force to maneuver my hands just right.
I stood up. I stepped out into the aisle, right next to her bare feet. I leaned in to say anything to my girlfriend. I blindly reached out my hands to casually place them on the seat top next to me, and... ta dah!
My second and third fingers touched a bare foot in the center of the sole. She squealed. I dug in for a split second, then looked around "surprised."
The woman was looking right at me with an open-mouthed smile. I apologized, and she said it was okay. Then she turned to her man and said, "That was funny!" He looked up from his reading again, obviously too distracted to hear what she was saying. She decided not to explain. I walked away.
When I came back, I told my girlfriend and tickled her feet with renewed gusto. Being a tickling fan herself, she would often get into the tickling scenarios with me, so she appreciated it, and flirted with me even more with her feet.
And we flew off into the sunset, happy and laughing.
And that's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.
- Boomtown
My recent trip to China...
Recently I just got back from China and since I live near Philly, that is a LONG flight...Philly to Chicago to China...The Chicago to China flight alone is 15 hours...
Well on the return flight I entered the "Mile-high tickle club"...
I was reading a magazine and knew the stewardess was coming down the aisle with a fresh round of drinks so I kept my eye on her...a nice looking female stewardess, mid-30's, brunette and tall, about 5'10 or so.
Well she got to my seat area which was just across from the middle "galley" area of the plane, where the stewards get drinks and food ready for the carts coming down the aisles.
She was "blocking" this entrance with the food cart as a male steward came from behind her and wanted to get in the galley to get something, he made a quick commment and she said
"well just wait a second and I'll move"...as she was releasing the drink cart brake he ran his fingers up from her sides to her armpits and said, "I think I waited long enough"...well she jumped and squealed...and let the cart go...it nearly plowed the other stewardess over.
The stewardess who was tickled got that oh so nice ticklish reaction...that hold it in and then squeal and try to cover the area being tickled. The tickle was brief but you could tell she wasn't "bothered" by the tickling, just embarressed for letting the drink cart go.
I figured that was the end but no!
Some time later, I was stretching my legs and went to talk with the guys that were coming back to America with me(we were seperated on the plane)...anyway thier seats were on the other side of the plane so I used the galley to get theirs, on my return trip to my seat, I started going back through the galley when I noticed the "tickled" stewardess just reaching up to get something from a cubbord, I continued my pace and ran my fingers the same way the male steward had, from lower ribs into the armpits...she squealed jumped around and laughed, "oh Mike not again"...She turned around and noticed it wasn't "Mike" but a passenger, I simply gave her a wink and said, "it looked like fun". She laughed it off and replied,"these guys are always tickling me", I continued on to my seat and she to her task...
I know I took a risk in tickling her but I figured what the heck, the fact that I played it cool helped as well 🙂
I can still see that "look" on her face when the male steward tickled her...like she didn't mind the tickling but was surprised it was happening...I also loved her jump she did when I tickled her ribs.
I will have to report on my other China tickling experiences in the story section of the forum.
Recently I just got back from China and since I live near Philly, that is a LONG flight...Philly to Chicago to China...The Chicago to China flight alone is 15 hours...
Well on the return flight I entered the "Mile-high tickle club"...
I was reading a magazine and knew the stewardess was coming down the aisle with a fresh round of drinks so I kept my eye on her...a nice looking female stewardess, mid-30's, brunette and tall, about 5'10 or so.
Well she got to my seat area which was just across from the middle "galley" area of the plane, where the stewards get drinks and food ready for the carts coming down the aisles.
She was "blocking" this entrance with the food cart as a male steward came from behind her and wanted to get in the galley to get something, he made a quick commment and she said
"well just wait a second and I'll move"...as she was releasing the drink cart brake he ran his fingers up from her sides to her armpits and said, "I think I waited long enough"...well she jumped and squealed...and let the cart go...it nearly plowed the other stewardess over.
The stewardess who was tickled got that oh so nice ticklish reaction...that hold it in and then squeal and try to cover the area being tickled. The tickle was brief but you could tell she wasn't "bothered" by the tickling, just embarressed for letting the drink cart go.
I figured that was the end but no!
Some time later, I was stretching my legs and went to talk with the guys that were coming back to America with me(we were seperated on the plane)...anyway thier seats were on the other side of the plane so I used the galley to get theirs, on my return trip to my seat, I started going back through the galley when I noticed the "tickled" stewardess just reaching up to get something from a cubbord, I continued my pace and ran my fingers the same way the male steward had, from lower ribs into the armpits...she squealed jumped around and laughed, "oh Mike not again"...She turned around and noticed it wasn't "Mike" but a passenger, I simply gave her a wink and said, "it looked like fun". She laughed it off and replied,"these guys are always tickling me", I continued on to my seat and she to her task...
I know I took a risk in tickling her but I figured what the heck, the fact that I played it cool helped as well 🙂
I can still see that "look" on her face when the male steward tickled her...like she didn't mind the tickling but was surprised it was happening...I also loved her jump she did when I tickled her ribs.
I will have to report on my other China tickling experiences in the story section of the forum.
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Yeah, that happened to me once. On a flight from Chicago to LA, I was at a window seat, and my sister wouldn't stop putting her feet through the chair tickling my sides, so I tickled her feet for the whole flight, lasting about 5 hours😀
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crydun said:
yeah, for me it was. For her, it was hell. Funny thing, she was dumb enough to do it again on the way back. So, I got her again. You would have thought she would learn from the first time. Victims never learn. She still to this day thinking of revenge.....😀
I just saw this post and I have to reply. And yes, Danimal, it is a VERY long way to Phili from here.
When you live out here, with so many expert "lers" around, and you travel to NEST or Albany or anywhere East it's a given that there's gonna be some laughter on the plane. In the case of my flights with the Danimal... It was more of me pleading... no, Please at a whisper so I didn't make a big scene on the plane.
DVNC and I have also traveled East. LOL
Those flights just seem to get longer and longer but it sure make the flight more enjoyable!
So I guess I am a certified member of the Mile High TK Club. Yahoo!!! Another feather in my bonnet!
When you live out here, with so many expert "lers" around, and you travel to NEST or Albany or anywhere East it's a given that there's gonna be some laughter on the plane. In the case of my flights with the Danimal... It was more of me pleading... no, Please at a whisper so I didn't make a big scene on the plane.
DVNC and I have also traveled East. LOL
Those flights just seem to get longer and longer but it sure make the flight more enjoyable!
So I guess I am a certified member of the Mile High TK Club. Yahoo!!! Another feather in my bonnet!
Years ago, I dated a pilot. 😀
He was a flight instructor, and sometimes at the end of the day, we'd take a short ride up to watch the sunset fromt he air. It was a lovely time. He was a lovely man, who has since joined the flights in the heavens. I kept him as long as I could, but God had other plans. It feels good to remember him fondly with stories like these! I'm sure he's sittin' on a cloud somewhere with a smirk on his face!
Mike favored two seaters for us when we were takin' a "stroll in the sky." That meant we were sittin' riiiight up next to each other. Now, he could fly with his eyes closed and using only one knee, so it was never a real surprise to feel a finger wig into my hip, or a hand grip my knee and "massage it" as he liked to say. "You look tense up here. I know you're not used to flying, babe. Let me massage your knee." GAHHHHH!!!!!!! I used to ask if he logged these mid-air massages in his books...lol He blamed the other tickles on turbulance. "Gotta fix those potholes," he'd say!
He wasn't "one of us" as we say, but he knew how to press this ticklephiles buttons. He's the only person to tickle me mid-air, and that's fine by me. I'm not sure if we ever went a full mile up during those little jaunts, but even a tickle during the second time 'round for a landing was just as good! 😉
Fabulous thread. Thanks for the memories.
Joby
He was a flight instructor, and sometimes at the end of the day, we'd take a short ride up to watch the sunset fromt he air. It was a lovely time. He was a lovely man, who has since joined the flights in the heavens. I kept him as long as I could, but God had other plans. It feels good to remember him fondly with stories like these! I'm sure he's sittin' on a cloud somewhere with a smirk on his face!
Mike favored two seaters for us when we were takin' a "stroll in the sky." That meant we were sittin' riiiight up next to each other. Now, he could fly with his eyes closed and using only one knee, so it was never a real surprise to feel a finger wig into my hip, or a hand grip my knee and "massage it" as he liked to say. "You look tense up here. I know you're not used to flying, babe. Let me massage your knee." GAHHHHH!!!!!!! I used to ask if he logged these mid-air massages in his books...lol He blamed the other tickles on turbulance. "Gotta fix those potholes," he'd say!
He wasn't "one of us" as we say, but he knew how to press this ticklephiles buttons. He's the only person to tickle me mid-air, and that's fine by me. I'm not sure if we ever went a full mile up during those little jaunts, but even a tickle during the second time 'round for a landing was just as good! 😉
Fabulous thread. Thanks for the memories.
Joby
