Michael514
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Well it didn't go as expected. I went to bed Friday night anxiosley awaiting the foot massage and TICKLING. On Saturday afternoon I doubled over in pain. Two hours before the Ohio state game I was taken to the hospital and was determined that I had two kidney stones. On my way home I insisted that I still to the party. When I got there Kim made a comment she wore white socks for her massage. I told her I was ready but she said to do it after I felt better. I told her that tickling her feet would make me better. She laughed and stated we'll be together in a couple of weeks do it then.However to make up for this disaster I will share with you a stocking tickle true experience I had at age 13. I used to go to our corner store every week for a soda and comic book. There was a girl that worked there. She was in her late 20's and had beautiful feet. She always wore sandles and bare feet. One day I came in and noticed she was wearing long jeans sandles and nylon stockings. This I coudn't pass up so I stated it was my sister's birthday and she wanted a new pair of sandles. I asked where she bought her sandles from and she told me her boyfriend made them for her. I then asked if I could see one, at first she said no because her feet were probably dirty as well as the shoes but when I asked again she said O.K. now my hunt was over. I sat on the stool behind the counter and she stood across from me, removed her right shoe and let me see it. She was smoking a cigarette and just talking to me when I interrupted her and asked if I could put your shoe back on my Cinderella. She obliged and I dropped the shoe took my right index finger,asked are you TICKLISH, and tickled her stockinged sole. What a re-action she flung the cigarette across the aisle and let out a screaming, hysreical laugh. Now as I continued to TICKLE her foot she managed to twist around so her back was to me. When she did this she put her right foot in betwwen my knees. Well I immediatley squeezed my knees to trap that foot and I continued my assault now with both idex fingers saying "KOOTCHY KOOTCHY KOO! After about 2 minutes I stopped bacause a customer was pulling in. Face all red and out of breath she told me before the customer came in that she was very very ticklish on her feet! When the customer left she told me that her boyfriend is always ticklig her feet especially after work when they are at their most sensative. I then went outside to the field behind the store and I found a small feather and a twig. When the other customers left I asked if I could try these items. Shockingly she agreed! The feather had no effect but the twig sent her again into hysterical laughter and jerking motions. Finally she said enough and I told her that since she jumps so much I should cut holes in the counter and lock up her feet like a set of stocks. I remember she exclaimed" you got to be kidding that would be the worst torture I could receive. I could see you now just sitting there tickling my feet while they ars trapped and i am jumping, screaming, and laughing. No thanks"! A few minutes later my mother walked in to see where I was when she asked "BOBBIE" if I was annoying her she told my mom we were sharing some LAUGHS! She then winked and said to me see you later. About 2 weeks later her father passed away and a wwk after that she quit. I never saw her again and even though that was a long time ago I remember l;ike it was yesterday! I hope this true story makes up for the tickling that never happened Saturday. Don,t worry I didn't forget the true stories about the dancer and my cardiologist getting ticked all in one weekend.
