Saturn&Jupiter
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I've been trying to improve my writing. I've wanted to write more believable characters.
I've been working on describing the tickling more, rather than using only "Hahaha" as often as I have in the past. Although, in many threads, a lot of readers say they need the "HAHA" written out to make it feel more real. So I've tried to incorporate some of that as well.
Sable wandered around her empty apartment, frustrated with another date night gone wrong. Well, not wrong, per se. But certainly not right. Not right for her.
They went to the movie theater. She picked the theater without armrests. She pulled off her sneakers, pulled off her sock. Nothing. She put it near him. Nothing. She got a fresh pedicure and used the nice vanilla lotion so they would smell nice. Nothing. Wore a top that showed her midriff. Nada. Like every date with every guy she’d had in way too long.
Last month she even put her feet up on the couch in the common area of her apartment complex while wearing her “Be careful, they are ticklish” socks on. Nothing!
She settled in to watch one of her favorite horror movies.
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Sable woke up on the couch. She’d fallen asleep.
“Ugh, what a dream.” She eyes her closet where she kept her ouija board.
“In the movies you always end up either possessed or haunted,” she shook her head. “I’d better go sleep in my actual bed.”
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Sullivan walked home in the dark. What a frustrating day.
I guess for people like him, a love life after death was even tougher than a lovelife before death. He was handsome, but he wanted different things in his love life than the people he typically met.
“Live people found tickling weird, looks like dead people do too.”
He instinctively dodged the thin ghostly whispers of the live people on the street. It didn't matter. They couldn’t feel him or see him if they did touch. But it still seemed weird to just walk through them like so many others did.
He could see his apartment up ahead. Another lonely night in.
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She pulled on her black corset over her scarlet red Lacy top. She smiled and she admired the plastic storage bin filled with her old goth clothes from highschool. She still fit onto them perfectly. But it made her a little sad that, even though she still looked great, she couldn’t get her love life going.
She lit several candles. They looked cool. Used many times, they had interesting wax drippings coming off of them. She dusted off her old ouija board. The last time she used it it was also for her love life. It was more of a joke with her friends, but it technically did work. She dated him for a while. It was a short but fun relationship. Why not, she needed all the help she could get.
Sable tied her tall sexy black boots tight, and furrowed her brow, reviewing the words she had found. It was from a site that was written by a Macumbeiro. Supposedly Macumba was a kind of Voo Doo variation practiced in Brazil. Most people that knew how to use a ouija board would not teach you how to do something like a conjuring. Only simpler, safer things. Apparently, Macumba was an exception.
She cleared her throat, and began. “Espiritus dos mortos. Me escucham. Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso. Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso.”
Sable felt her excitement grow. She smiled broadly. The hair on her arms stood on end. She thought she felt the planchette move in her hand.
“Relax Sable,” she told herself, “You're just scaring yourself.”
She started again, this time louder.
“Espiritus dos mortos! Me escucham! Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso! Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso!”
Her apartment lights flickered, she heard a deep hum as the air felt still and stale.
“AHHH!!!” she screamed and shot up, as a loud noise thundered throughout her livingroom.
Ugh, her neighbor was getting home with his crappy car. It had backfired again as he parked.
“Worst time for that to happen, jeez!”
She looked over at her Ouiji board, and gasped. The planchette was directly over the “YES” part of the board.
Sable laughed and shook her head. “I kicked it when I jumped up. Gotta quit watching horror before bed. Goodnight spirits.”
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Sullivan woke up in his bed to a soft but piercing voice.
“Espiritus dos mortos. Me escucham. Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso. Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso.”
He didn't know the language he heard, but he somehow felt in his soul, what it meant. It was a call. Something called to him.
He sat up, and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.
He saw a cloudiness appear in his room, and an image form. A woman. A beautiful woman. Dressed in black. She was enchanting. Something about her. She called to him. He knew and felt it, even if she spoke in a language he didn’t speak. He reached out. Reached his arm out and into the cloud. It went through! Was she real? He hoped she was real.
He reached out his fingers and touched her arm. He felt it! She was real. The girl shivered. And smiled! She could feel him too!
“Espiritus dos mortos! Me escucham! Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso! Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso!”
As the girl repeated her plea, something urged Sullivan to touch the triangular planchette in her hand.
Boom!
As he did she heard a shriek. She stood up.
“Worst time for that to happen, jeez!” the girl said.
“She speaks English! Thank goodness,” thought Sullivan.
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“Gabriella, Hey, Gabriella!” said Sable, rushing up to her friend.
“Hey how are you!” Gabriella smiled, waving.
“I’m glad I caught you. I’ve got a quick favor to ask, if you don’t mind…”
“Sure, anything!” she said in her beautiful brazillian accent.
“Could you please tell me what this says?”
“Oh, you have to be careful. This is macumba. This is very serious,” said Gabriella, looking concerned. “You didn’t actually do any of these rituals, did you?”
“Um, yeah??” Sable said sheepishly.
“Sable, Macumba is real, it isn’t one of those fun things you do at a party or a fortune teller! You didn't grow up around it, you don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun. Can you tell me what it says?”
“This is definitely a conjuring. It can bring spirits of the dead to you. It invites them.” She breathed a concerned sigh. “Ok what it says is, ‘Spirits of the dead, hear me. Give me what I desire, what I need. Give me one with whom I can obtain what I need.’ ”
“Wow.”
“Look, just hang tight. Let me know if anything weird starts happening. My uncle used to be a Macumbeiro. If you give me a few days, I can find out what we need to do to make sure you’re safe, ok?”
“Ok, but what if it goes right?”
“Sable! It’s dangerous! Just keep me updated if anything weird at all starts to happen.”
“Ok, ok, I will. I promise.”
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Sullivan walked home again, ruminating over the events of the previous night.
Was it real? She was so beautiful. She had to be real. It felt so important, so significant!
As he reached his apartment building, he stumbled, apologising as he nearly stumbled into another of the dead who lived in the building.
As he climbed the stairs, he ruminated over what the events of the lady night meant.
As he opened the door to his apartment, he felt a gentle pull from the bedroom. He walked in, and instinctively looked into his closet. A small cloud mysteriously floated there. He peered into it and saw another bedroom.
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Another lonely night. As if Claudia had not sufficiently scared her, Sable watched another horror movie. They had always been her go to.
Once the movie was over, she smiled. She lived it when the strong female lead character survived. It was one of her favorite horror movie archetypes. She stretching and headed to her bedroom. She quickly changed into her night clothes and slid into her comfortable bed.
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Sable woke with a start. She thought she felt something.
She stood up, and stared into the darkness.
“Another dream.”
Sable sighed and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked into the mirror. She felt weird. Her hair stood up on end again. She wiped the goosebumps off her body.
“I guess horror movies before bed is the only way to give myself goosebumps these days. It used to be guys, but no such luck anymore…” she said aloud, sighing as she headed back to her bed.
She sat down, stretching and yawning.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” she shrieked as she felt someone’s hand grab her ankle. Someone was in her room! She fumbled for the letter opener that she kept on her night stand.
“AAAAAAHH!” she screamed again as the person yanked her ankle, pulling her leg under the bed.
She shot up, shaking. Her hands were shaking so bad that she could barely grab her phone. She turned the phone light on and grabbed her letter opener.
She leaned over, shaking. She took a deep breath, and shone the light under the bed.
Nothing.
She sighed a huge sigh of relief and layed down against the cool floor. “No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
“AAAAAHH!” she shrieked again, as her lower body was pulled under the bed! What was happening?!
“AAAAAAAHH!” She shrieked as she felt hands grasp her waist. She whipped her upper body around pointing her phone light under the bed.
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Sullivan felt like a creep as he walked slowly toward the beautiful girl. Normally he would never do anything like this. But he felt this pull. And a voice. A voice within his mind. It said. “Her needs. Her needs. Her needs are your needs.”
He sat on her bed and looked at her sleep. He gently ran his fingers over her arm. She smiled as goosebumps formed on her skin. He ran them higher, up her arm, nearing her armpit. She smiled bigger, suddenly flipping over, facing the other way in bed. He jumped up, worried he’d gone too far.
Anytime the thought of stopping, or the shame that he’d done something wrong came over him, a stronger feeling, along with that voice, came to him again. “Her needs…”
He saw that her foot had become uncovered. He reached over, mesmerized by its beauty. It was so soft and well cared for. It begged him to touch it. He ran his fingers over it. Caressed the side, moving his fingers underneath, gently feeling the smooth sole. He ran his fingers to her toes, playing gently with the toe stems as her smile grew.
Suddenly, she startled awake!
Sullivan stood up, eyes wide with fear. She stood up, face to face with him. Could she see him?
“Another dream,” the girl said, heading to the bathroom. She flipped the light on.
Sullivan stood behind her as she stared into the mirror. She was even more beautiful up close.
He ran his fingers over her arms, and across her inviting neck.
She wiped her hands all over her upper body and smiled.
“She can feel me,” whispered Sullivan, amazed.
“I guess horror movies before bed is the only way to give myself goosebumps these days,” the girl said. “It used to be guys, but no such luck anymore…”
Sullivan gasped. “She likes it. Is that what the voice means?”
She walked to her bed. Sullivan hid under it, filled with excitement.
He stared at her legs as they dangled. Instinctively he reached out, grasping her ankle.
“AAAAAAAHH!” the girl shrieked.
Shoot! He had scared her. He wanted to gently make his presence known. “Why would I do it that way?” he thought.
She got a light. And a knife! He had certainly scared her. He had to make it right. She leaned over shining the light right at him. She still couldn't see him. She sighed looking relieved and lay down on the floor.
“No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
Sullivan couldn’t keep letting her think she was nuts. “Just do it.” He thought to himself.
He took a deep breath and pulled her ankles, dragging her lower half under the bed.
“AAAHHH!!” She whipped her upper body around shining her light right at him, still seeing nothing. He wrapped his hands around her waist, feeling the soft skin and muscle in her waist though her long nightshirt.
“AAAHH!!” she shrieked again at his touch.
Sullivan used his large hands to squeeze and explore the squirming woman’s waist. He loved how he could feel the muscles in her torso tighten and squirm.
“AAAH! AAAAAA AAAHHHAHAHA!”
Sullivan began to smile as her shrieks turned into laughter. At first the shrieking was fearful laughter, but soon it turned into sweeter laughter. She was enjoying it! He was enjoying it! Was this what the voice meant?
He pulled the woman deeper under the bed, making it harder for her to move and squirm. He now had access to her ribcage. He began to gently squeeze it. Her body twisted as he tickled, making it hard to get the front of her ribs and sides. Although, with his large hands he could cover quite a lot of her ribcage.
He ran his hands over her nightshirt to feel her ribs, front and back. She began to laugh deeper and more heartily, with an occasional scream when he found new, wonderful spots.
Sullivan stopped, letting the woman catch her breath.
“Is this real?” the girl whispered aloud.
Sullivan sharply squeezed her waist in response.
“AAAHH!” She shrieked. This time, however, instead of fearful sound, the shriek was one of those silly happy shrieks that a woman will sometimes give, letting you know she was surprised, and she loves it. He began to squeeze her ribs again.
“AHAHAHAHAAA!!!”
Her laughter began anew. As she twisted right and left, alternating sides of her ribs and tummy became available for tickling. He tried to get at them as they rocked from right to left as she bucked and squealed, trying to limit his access to her body.
He watched her body carefully, and started to learn the timing. Yes! If he was careful, he could predict and elicit responses, and follow her. He could now easily run his fingers over the front of her stomach, gently probing his fingers where her stomach muscles met her hip bones. He could follow her movements as she twisted from side to side. He could access at the front of her ribcage, where her body instinctively tried to hide. She couldn't squirm away now, he had her!
Her laughter rose in pitch as he found new areas. She began to laugh more desperately as her body learned that it could not get away.
As Sullivan reached his hands higher he arrived at a soft part of her ribs that was just below her armpits.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!”
Her laughter kicked up several notches, reaching a nearly desperate sound. She screamed and wailed, far louder and uncontrolled than she had previously laughed. She bucked and thrashed, thoroughly overpowered by the gentle teasing. This soft spot was so delicate, he had only just nudged his fingers into it, he hadn’t really tickled in earnest.
“Should I truly tickle it?” Sullivan thought. He had really only just found it, it would be a shame to not see the reaction for a moment.
He squeezed the soft spot with just a bit of firmness, wiggling fingers ever so slightly.
The woman’s laughter exploded! For a moment she thrashed and then her body froze. Her muscles stiffened, fixing her into a frantic rigid helpless thing. Her face looked as if it was screaming with laughter, although only silent air came out!
This beautiful supremely ticklish state lasted for a few moments, but those delicious moments seemed to Sullivan, like an eternity. Finally, she began to pound her fists on the floor.
“Have I gone too far!?” Sullivan thought. “Does she want me to stop?” as he pulled his hands away, terrified that he had ruined everything.
“Give her what she needs,” the voice whispered.
Sullivan swatted his hands at his ears trying to somehow shoo away the voice. He needed to know from the woman herself, not some weird voice.
“The girl lay gasping, catching her breath.”
Sullivan said aloud, “Can you hear me?” Have I gone too far?”
Nothing.
His breathing became rapid, his worry increasing. He gently lifted the bed, making it easy for her to get out. She began to squirm. Sullivan sighed with frustration, gently pounding his head onto the floor as she began to exit.
He looked up, and smiled, immediately feeling better. She wasn’t sliding out! The woman had untucked her shirt, sliding it up, revealing her bare back, torso and ribs!
Sullivan gently lowered the bed, it’s weight pressing her butt into the floor again. She was thoroughly stuck, and the nude skin of her torso was clearly awaiting his touch.
He heard her giggle nervously in anticipation. He now had no doubt she was welcoming this. Almost demanding it.
This time, he very lightly ran his fingers over her back, trying to see if he could give her goosebumps again.
She began to giggle quite easily. He was surprised at how effective this was. As he ran his fingers higher up her back, her giggle became full-on laughter.
He squeezed her sides, making her buck and squirm. This time, easily following her movement, he drove up the intensity of her laughter.
Amazed at this new level of ticklishness afforded by her skin being bare, Sullivan explored as much bare flesh as he could find.
How was she taking all this? Did she really want more? His question was answered when she grabbed her shirt from her upper back and pulled it high enough to uncover her underarms and breasts, which were pressed against the floor.
Sullivan stopped, and the girl stopped laughing nearly immediately, her short breaths filled with eager anticipation. This pause was short lived. Sullivan let his fingers dive directly into that lovely soft spot on the border of her armpits and ribcage.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The woman exploded into powerful ferocious laughter, far more powerful than before. She bucked her hips as hard as she could, lifting the bed with each motion and slamming it down again as she wailed laughter.
Each squirm of Sullivan’s fingers in her bare soft spot seemed to elicit a bigger and bigger reaction, her screaming laughter reaching new levels every few seconds...
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20 mins earlier
She sighed a huge sigh of relief and layed down against the cool floor. “No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
“AAAAAHH!” she shrieked again, as her lower body was pulled under the bed! What was happening?!
“AAAAAAAHH!” She shrieked as she felt hands grasp her waist. She whipped her upper body around pointing her phone under the bed.
Nothing! Nothing was there! How was this possible?!?!
Sable felt large hands begin to squeeze at her waist.
“AAAH! AAAAAA AAAHHHAHAHA!”
Sable began to shriek as she felt them squeeze at her torso. Laughter bubbled into her throat and began to pour out of her, as the powerful tickling sensation took hold of her entire being.
She thrashed and writhed as the large fingers squirmed their way around her waist. Even over her nightshirt, it was overpoweringly ticklish. Screams of laughter escaped her as she fought desperately to get away.
Then something changed. She began to feel warm, to smile genuinely. To laugh genuinely! Was this fun? Was she having fun? She had tried to organically make this happen on her last thousand dates, with no success at all. Now it was finally happening. And she was loving it.
She felt his strong hands pull her more deeply under the bed, her butt now firmly wedged under the heavy wooden bed frame.
She felt his hands move higher, feeling her ribcage.
Sable squealed with laughter as the hands began to squeeze and tickle her ribs.
“AHAHAAAHAA!!”
This tickled horribly and wonderfully! Her desperate body fought his fingers, squirming away. She wished that it wouldn't. Against her will, her hips twisted right and left, avoiding his fingers.
“Damn it,” she thought to herself, trying to force herself not to block his wonderful hands.
The hands stopped and pulled away.
Sable lay there, catching her breath, hoping that this was real. And if it was real, she hoped that he would start again.
“Is this real?” Sable whispered, hopefully.
“AAAHH!” Sable felt the large hands sharply squeeze her ticklish waist.
It was real!! Would he keep going?
“AHAHAAAA!” Sable felt his fingers begin again, working around her ribcage. As hard as she was laughing, she wanted to laugh harder!
If she could only keep herself from writhing right to left so hard, blocking her most vulnerable parts of her ribs and tummy.
“Oh my, OH MY AAAHHAAA!!” Sable felt his hands slide around and find where her tummy muscles met her hips! The sensation forced her body to move. She slammed her hips into the ground and swung them left and right, but his hands followed, making her laughter higher pitched! His hands crawled higher into the worst parts of the front of her ribs. She burst into mighty laughter, as he quickly learned to alternate, move with and switch sides to get at her most ticklish spots. Her laughter reached a near screaming tone as she realized she could not get away.
“Yes!” she thought to herself, “he’s got me! I can’t get out and he’s got me!”
Sable roared with happy laughter as he hit better and better areas, making her scream.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!"
Sable almost didn't recognize the laugh she produced! "What is that?! What is he doing?" The most powerful tickle sensation took hold of her body! He had found some amazing soft area of her rib cage, right up near her armpit, where the beginnings of her breast met her underarms.
Sable wailed and screamed with laughter, far louder and desperate than before! Her body was overpowered by the large fingers’ gentle pressing. She flailed and wailed in the throws of desperate laughter, her body bucking powerfully to avoid this overpowering tickle. He squeezed at the spot a little harder, and began to wiggle his large fingers! This was it! Sable froze into a ticklish silent statue, all her muscles frozen with silent laughter. Her face was frozen in a crazed laughing expression. All at the simple touch of her mysterious soft spot in her upper ribcage!
If felt like moments stretched into eternity. The tickling dove deep into her soul, making her body it's puppet. Without warning, her arm betrayed her and reached out and began to pound the floor.
The tickling stopped. Sable lay, gasping for air.
She felt her whole body tingle, hairs standing on end.
Her breathing slowed. Her wits came back. That was horrible. It was intense, it was overwhelming, it was electrifying... It was incredible!
Sable thought to herself, “Can I handle more of it? I want to handle more of it. Even if I can’t handle more, I need more.”
She felt the bed lift gently off of her butt, freeing her.
“Is he done with me? Will he keep going if I get out? I can’t even keep myself from fighting him as it is,” she laughed to herself. “I need to be stuck for this, I think.”
Sable reached down, and untucked her protective nightshirt, in a bold attempt to both signal she wanted more, and to egg him on. She cautiously pulled up her shirt as high as she dared, revealing her bare skin.
She felt the heavy wooden bed lower onto her butt, locking it firmly against the floor. She was certainly not going to be able to get out now.
Sable was so excited, she began to giggle. She hadn’t been this excited in ages. Maybe never.
He lightly began to tickle her back. It was shockingly ticklish. As his hand went higher, her laughter became full and loud.
As his hand crept around to her bad spots, her laughter was increasing rapidly, overwhelming her ability to lie still. This time however, he had become an expert at following her movements, bringing on more waves of overpowering laughter.
“Will he do it again?” Sable wondered. “Do it again! Get my soft spot!”
Sable’s laughter was overwhelming her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to scream! She wanted to tighten into a ticklish statue again, frozen in laughter!
Then, she tried something very foolish. She grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt from her upper back, and pulled it as high as it would go, uncovering her underarms and breasts, pressing them against the cool floor.
“Will he get it? Does he understand?” Sable thought to herself through already boisterous laughter.
Suddenly, the hands stopped. Time slowed to a crawl. She stopped laughing, stopped breathing for a moment, and quickly shuddered in both terror and eager anticipation of what would happen next.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
He had reached in and dove directly into her terrible soft spot.
She was caught! She was stuck and he had her completely! She wailed with the most hysterical laughter that had ever escaped any woman's mouth. The overwhelming feeling of his fingers sliding into her bare exposed soft ticklish spot made her every muscle respond like never before. Her strong body betrayed her as her hips slammed up and down hard, lifting and slamming the bed over and over into the floor! He slid and slimed his fingers carefully over her sweaty skin, her deodorant making it more slick. Every few seconds the tickling became worse and somehow more all encompassing!
Sable was actually wailing with laughter! She had read the term 'wailing laughter' before, but could only try to imagine what it might sound like. She now could hear it, and it was coming from her own small lungs! His fingers were unrelenting savages. She wanted nothing more than for it stop immediately, and, at the same time for it to increase by another measure.
Reading her mind, he slid his hands higher enabling him to tickle her soft spot with his thumbs, while exploring the ribs beneath her soft breasts with his fingertips.
Sable’s whole world flashed white!
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
Sable’s frenzied laughter exploded into something animalistic! As Rachel lungful of air neared empty the laughter turned silent as her muscles curled her into a tight ball, lifting the bed off her. Sable’s face stayed frozen with sweet laughter, the man’s fingers making their way into her in such a way that was so ticklish and intense that her body could not resist, only freeze into a hysterical laughing ball, only breathing occasionally to allow for more animalistic laughing devolving into silent breathless laughter.
She lay frozen like this, moments stretching into eternity. Her body had to take it. Fighting was impossible. She breathed in air occasionally, only to feed the ability to laugh her way quickly back into a silent, wonderful, terrified, euphoria. The fingers continued to tickle her soft spot and explore the ribs at the borders of her breasts with no hints of showing mercy or respite.
Nothing could stop Sullivan from tickling.
Nothing could stop Sable from being tickled.
“THUD THUD THUD!”
The tickling stopped. Her laughter did not. She burst into the wild laughter that was compressed within by her frozen muscles, despite there being no one and nothing touching her. She wailed in loud laughter for longer than made sense.
As her awareness slowly returned. She realized that the pounding was at the door. She jumped up, trying to think of a way to explain herself.
She swung open the door. It was a police officer. The powerful flashlight stung her eyes.
“Maam, is everything ok?” said the officer sharply.
“Who is it?” asked Sable, blinded and confused.
“Is everything ok?” she repeated.
“I can’t see anything, who are you? Please go,” Sable said, closing the door, with the officer trying to put her foot in it.
“THUD THUD THUD”
The officer pounded again.
“This is the police!” she bellowed.
Sable opened the door again, this time with the chain on. “Can I see your badge?”
After having confirmed she really was with the Police, Sable opened the door.
“Sorry, officer, I just couldn’t see who you were with that light in my face. And police usually aren’t allowed to force their way in. So I needed to be sure.”
“You’re right, maam. Sometimes I can be overzealous with domestic abuse calls,” said the officer.
“Domestic abuse? No, I live alone.”
“We received several phone calls. And I heard the noise myself. Please be honest and tell me if there is someone in here with you. We can help.”
“Please come in, officer.”
They stepped in and Sable showed the officer around.
“I promise I live alone. I’m fine.”
“If someone was hurting you, you don't need to protect them. Those horror stories are things of the past. In our modern police force, we can truly protect you. Did he leave through a window?”
“No officer. I only have one window, and it doesn’t even open.”
“That’s illegal, you know. Fire Hazard.”
“You're preaching to the choir. I’ve been hassling my apartment complex about this for the entire time I’ve lived here.”
“Where did all the noise come from?”
Sable was quick on her feet.
“I’m a movie buff. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I never do that, but it’s been quite the week.”
She leaned on her big home theater tower speakers. “215 watts per channel for these ones. 800 for that one.” She pointed at the big subwoofer.
“I’ve talked to all my neighbors and none of them mind as long as I don’t watch after 8pm. This time I fell asleep, which I've never done before, so the neighbors probably panicked and called you guys. Again, I’m so sorry. You can check the house again if you’d like.”
“I understand. I'm glad you’re safe. Have a good night.”
The officer stepped out, and Sable breathed a sigh of relief, locking the door.
I've been working on describing the tickling more, rather than using only "Hahaha" as often as I have in the past. Although, in many threads, a lot of readers say they need the "HAHA" written out to make it feel more real. So I've tried to incorporate some of that as well.
Sable wandered around her empty apartment, frustrated with another date night gone wrong. Well, not wrong, per se. But certainly not right. Not right for her.
They went to the movie theater. She picked the theater without armrests. She pulled off her sneakers, pulled off her sock. Nothing. She put it near him. Nothing. She got a fresh pedicure and used the nice vanilla lotion so they would smell nice. Nothing. Wore a top that showed her midriff. Nada. Like every date with every guy she’d had in way too long.
Last month she even put her feet up on the couch in the common area of her apartment complex while wearing her “Be careful, they are ticklish” socks on. Nothing!
She settled in to watch one of her favorite horror movies.
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Sable woke up on the couch. She’d fallen asleep.
“Ugh, what a dream.” She eyes her closet where she kept her ouija board.
“In the movies you always end up either possessed or haunted,” she shook her head. “I’d better go sleep in my actual bed.”
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Sullivan walked home in the dark. What a frustrating day.
I guess for people like him, a love life after death was even tougher than a lovelife before death. He was handsome, but he wanted different things in his love life than the people he typically met.
“Live people found tickling weird, looks like dead people do too.”
He instinctively dodged the thin ghostly whispers of the live people on the street. It didn't matter. They couldn’t feel him or see him if they did touch. But it still seemed weird to just walk through them like so many others did.
He could see his apartment up ahead. Another lonely night in.
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She pulled on her black corset over her scarlet red Lacy top. She smiled and she admired the plastic storage bin filled with her old goth clothes from highschool. She still fit onto them perfectly. But it made her a little sad that, even though she still looked great, she couldn’t get her love life going.
She lit several candles. They looked cool. Used many times, they had interesting wax drippings coming off of them. She dusted off her old ouija board. The last time she used it it was also for her love life. It was more of a joke with her friends, but it technically did work. She dated him for a while. It was a short but fun relationship. Why not, she needed all the help she could get.
Sable tied her tall sexy black boots tight, and furrowed her brow, reviewing the words she had found. It was from a site that was written by a Macumbeiro. Supposedly Macumba was a kind of Voo Doo variation practiced in Brazil. Most people that knew how to use a ouija board would not teach you how to do something like a conjuring. Only simpler, safer things. Apparently, Macumba was an exception.
She cleared her throat, and began. “Espiritus dos mortos. Me escucham. Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso. Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso.”
Sable felt her excitement grow. She smiled broadly. The hair on her arms stood on end. She thought she felt the planchette move in her hand.
“Relax Sable,” she told herself, “You're just scaring yourself.”
She started again, this time louder.
“Espiritus dos mortos! Me escucham! Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso! Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso!”
Her apartment lights flickered, she heard a deep hum as the air felt still and stale.
“AHHH!!!” she screamed and shot up, as a loud noise thundered throughout her livingroom.
Ugh, her neighbor was getting home with his crappy car. It had backfired again as he parked.
“Worst time for that to happen, jeez!”
She looked over at her Ouiji board, and gasped. The planchette was directly over the “YES” part of the board.
Sable laughed and shook her head. “I kicked it when I jumped up. Gotta quit watching horror before bed. Goodnight spirits.”
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Sullivan woke up in his bed to a soft but piercing voice.
“Espiritus dos mortos. Me escucham. Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso. Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso.”
He didn't know the language he heard, but he somehow felt in his soul, what it meant. It was a call. Something called to him.
He sat up, and looked in the direction the sound was coming from.
He saw a cloudiness appear in his room, and an image form. A woman. A beautiful woman. Dressed in black. She was enchanting. Something about her. She called to him. He knew and felt it, even if she spoke in a language he didn’t speak. He reached out. Reached his arm out and into the cloud. It went through! Was she real? He hoped she was real.
He reached out his fingers and touched her arm. He felt it! She was real. The girl shivered. And smiled! She could feel him too!
“Espiritus dos mortos! Me escucham! Me da o que eu desejo, o que eu preciso! Da quem eu posso obter o que eu preciso!”
As the girl repeated her plea, something urged Sullivan to touch the triangular planchette in her hand.
Boom!
As he did she heard a shriek. She stood up.
“Worst time for that to happen, jeez!” the girl said.
“She speaks English! Thank goodness,” thought Sullivan.
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“Gabriella, Hey, Gabriella!” said Sable, rushing up to her friend.
“Hey how are you!” Gabriella smiled, waving.
“I’m glad I caught you. I’ve got a quick favor to ask, if you don’t mind…”
“Sure, anything!” she said in her beautiful brazillian accent.
“Could you please tell me what this says?”
“Oh, you have to be careful. This is macumba. This is very serious,” said Gabriella, looking concerned. “You didn’t actually do any of these rituals, did you?”
“Um, yeah??” Sable said sheepishly.
“Sable, Macumba is real, it isn’t one of those fun things you do at a party or a fortune teller! You didn't grow up around it, you don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun. Can you tell me what it says?”
“This is definitely a conjuring. It can bring spirits of the dead to you. It invites them.” She breathed a concerned sigh. “Ok what it says is, ‘Spirits of the dead, hear me. Give me what I desire, what I need. Give me one with whom I can obtain what I need.’ ”
“Wow.”
“Look, just hang tight. Let me know if anything weird starts happening. My uncle used to be a Macumbeiro. If you give me a few days, I can find out what we need to do to make sure you’re safe, ok?”
“Ok, but what if it goes right?”
“Sable! It’s dangerous! Just keep me updated if anything weird at all starts to happen.”
“Ok, ok, I will. I promise.”
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Sullivan walked home again, ruminating over the events of the previous night.
Was it real? She was so beautiful. She had to be real. It felt so important, so significant!
As he reached his apartment building, he stumbled, apologising as he nearly stumbled into another of the dead who lived in the building.
As he climbed the stairs, he ruminated over what the events of the lady night meant.
As he opened the door to his apartment, he felt a gentle pull from the bedroom. He walked in, and instinctively looked into his closet. A small cloud mysteriously floated there. He peered into it and saw another bedroom.
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Another lonely night. As if Claudia had not sufficiently scared her, Sable watched another horror movie. They had always been her go to.
Once the movie was over, she smiled. She lived it when the strong female lead character survived. It was one of her favorite horror movie archetypes. She stretching and headed to her bedroom. She quickly changed into her night clothes and slid into her comfortable bed.
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Sable woke with a start. She thought she felt something.
She stood up, and stared into the darkness.
“Another dream.”
Sable sighed and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked into the mirror. She felt weird. Her hair stood up on end again. She wiped the goosebumps off her body.
“I guess horror movies before bed is the only way to give myself goosebumps these days. It used to be guys, but no such luck anymore…” she said aloud, sighing as she headed back to her bed.
She sat down, stretching and yawning.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” she shrieked as she felt someone’s hand grab her ankle. Someone was in her room! She fumbled for the letter opener that she kept on her night stand.
“AAAAAAHH!” she screamed again as the person yanked her ankle, pulling her leg under the bed.
She shot up, shaking. Her hands were shaking so bad that she could barely grab her phone. She turned the phone light on and grabbed her letter opener.
She leaned over, shaking. She took a deep breath, and shone the light under the bed.
Nothing.
She sighed a huge sigh of relief and layed down against the cool floor. “No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
“AAAAAHH!” she shrieked again, as her lower body was pulled under the bed! What was happening?!
“AAAAAAAHH!” She shrieked as she felt hands grasp her waist. She whipped her upper body around pointing her phone light under the bed.
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Sullivan felt like a creep as he walked slowly toward the beautiful girl. Normally he would never do anything like this. But he felt this pull. And a voice. A voice within his mind. It said. “Her needs. Her needs. Her needs are your needs.”
He sat on her bed and looked at her sleep. He gently ran his fingers over her arm. She smiled as goosebumps formed on her skin. He ran them higher, up her arm, nearing her armpit. She smiled bigger, suddenly flipping over, facing the other way in bed. He jumped up, worried he’d gone too far.
Anytime the thought of stopping, or the shame that he’d done something wrong came over him, a stronger feeling, along with that voice, came to him again. “Her needs…”
He saw that her foot had become uncovered. He reached over, mesmerized by its beauty. It was so soft and well cared for. It begged him to touch it. He ran his fingers over it. Caressed the side, moving his fingers underneath, gently feeling the smooth sole. He ran his fingers to her toes, playing gently with the toe stems as her smile grew.
Suddenly, she startled awake!
Sullivan stood up, eyes wide with fear. She stood up, face to face with him. Could she see him?
“Another dream,” the girl said, heading to the bathroom. She flipped the light on.
Sullivan stood behind her as she stared into the mirror. She was even more beautiful up close.
He ran his fingers over her arms, and across her inviting neck.
She wiped her hands all over her upper body and smiled.
“She can feel me,” whispered Sullivan, amazed.
“I guess horror movies before bed is the only way to give myself goosebumps these days,” the girl said. “It used to be guys, but no such luck anymore…”
Sullivan gasped. “She likes it. Is that what the voice means?”
She walked to her bed. Sullivan hid under it, filled with excitement.
He stared at her legs as they dangled. Instinctively he reached out, grasping her ankle.
“AAAAAAAHH!” the girl shrieked.
Shoot! He had scared her. He wanted to gently make his presence known. “Why would I do it that way?” he thought.
She got a light. And a knife! He had certainly scared her. He had to make it right. She leaned over shining the light right at him. She still couldn't see him. She sighed looking relieved and lay down on the floor.
“No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
Sullivan couldn’t keep letting her think she was nuts. “Just do it.” He thought to himself.
He took a deep breath and pulled her ankles, dragging her lower half under the bed.
“AAAHHH!!” She whipped her upper body around shining her light right at him, still seeing nothing. He wrapped his hands around her waist, feeling the soft skin and muscle in her waist though her long nightshirt.
“AAAHH!!” she shrieked again at his touch.
Sullivan used his large hands to squeeze and explore the squirming woman’s waist. He loved how he could feel the muscles in her torso tighten and squirm.
“AAAH! AAAAAA AAAHHHAHAHA!”
Sullivan began to smile as her shrieks turned into laughter. At first the shrieking was fearful laughter, but soon it turned into sweeter laughter. She was enjoying it! He was enjoying it! Was this what the voice meant?
He pulled the woman deeper under the bed, making it harder for her to move and squirm. He now had access to her ribcage. He began to gently squeeze it. Her body twisted as he tickled, making it hard to get the front of her ribs and sides. Although, with his large hands he could cover quite a lot of her ribcage.
He ran his hands over her nightshirt to feel her ribs, front and back. She began to laugh deeper and more heartily, with an occasional scream when he found new, wonderful spots.
Sullivan stopped, letting the woman catch her breath.
“Is this real?” the girl whispered aloud.
Sullivan sharply squeezed her waist in response.
“AAAHH!” She shrieked. This time, however, instead of fearful sound, the shriek was one of those silly happy shrieks that a woman will sometimes give, letting you know she was surprised, and she loves it. He began to squeeze her ribs again.
“AHAHAHAHAAA!!!”
Her laughter began anew. As she twisted right and left, alternating sides of her ribs and tummy became available for tickling. He tried to get at them as they rocked from right to left as she bucked and squealed, trying to limit his access to her body.
He watched her body carefully, and started to learn the timing. Yes! If he was careful, he could predict and elicit responses, and follow her. He could now easily run his fingers over the front of her stomach, gently probing his fingers where her stomach muscles met her hip bones. He could follow her movements as she twisted from side to side. He could access at the front of her ribcage, where her body instinctively tried to hide. She couldn't squirm away now, he had her!
Her laughter rose in pitch as he found new areas. She began to laugh more desperately as her body learned that it could not get away.
As Sullivan reached his hands higher he arrived at a soft part of her ribs that was just below her armpits.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!”
Her laughter kicked up several notches, reaching a nearly desperate sound. She screamed and wailed, far louder and uncontrolled than she had previously laughed. She bucked and thrashed, thoroughly overpowered by the gentle teasing. This soft spot was so delicate, he had only just nudged his fingers into it, he hadn’t really tickled in earnest.
“Should I truly tickle it?” Sullivan thought. He had really only just found it, it would be a shame to not see the reaction for a moment.
He squeezed the soft spot with just a bit of firmness, wiggling fingers ever so slightly.
The woman’s laughter exploded! For a moment she thrashed and then her body froze. Her muscles stiffened, fixing her into a frantic rigid helpless thing. Her face looked as if it was screaming with laughter, although only silent air came out!
This beautiful supremely ticklish state lasted for a few moments, but those delicious moments seemed to Sullivan, like an eternity. Finally, she began to pound her fists on the floor.
“Have I gone too far!?” Sullivan thought. “Does she want me to stop?” as he pulled his hands away, terrified that he had ruined everything.
“Give her what she needs,” the voice whispered.
Sullivan swatted his hands at his ears trying to somehow shoo away the voice. He needed to know from the woman herself, not some weird voice.
“The girl lay gasping, catching her breath.”
Sullivan said aloud, “Can you hear me?” Have I gone too far?”
Nothing.
His breathing became rapid, his worry increasing. He gently lifted the bed, making it easy for her to get out. She began to squirm. Sullivan sighed with frustration, gently pounding his head onto the floor as she began to exit.
He looked up, and smiled, immediately feeling better. She wasn’t sliding out! The woman had untucked her shirt, sliding it up, revealing her bare back, torso and ribs!
Sullivan gently lowered the bed, it’s weight pressing her butt into the floor again. She was thoroughly stuck, and the nude skin of her torso was clearly awaiting his touch.
He heard her giggle nervously in anticipation. He now had no doubt she was welcoming this. Almost demanding it.
This time, he very lightly ran his fingers over her back, trying to see if he could give her goosebumps again.
She began to giggle quite easily. He was surprised at how effective this was. As he ran his fingers higher up her back, her giggle became full-on laughter.
He squeezed her sides, making her buck and squirm. This time, easily following her movement, he drove up the intensity of her laughter.
Amazed at this new level of ticklishness afforded by her skin being bare, Sullivan explored as much bare flesh as he could find.
How was she taking all this? Did she really want more? His question was answered when she grabbed her shirt from her upper back and pulled it high enough to uncover her underarms and breasts, which were pressed against the floor.
Sullivan stopped, and the girl stopped laughing nearly immediately, her short breaths filled with eager anticipation. This pause was short lived. Sullivan let his fingers dive directly into that lovely soft spot on the border of her armpits and ribcage.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The woman exploded into powerful ferocious laughter, far more powerful than before. She bucked her hips as hard as she could, lifting the bed with each motion and slamming it down again as she wailed laughter.
Each squirm of Sullivan’s fingers in her bare soft spot seemed to elicit a bigger and bigger reaction, her screaming laughter reaching new levels every few seconds...
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20 mins earlier
She sighed a huge sigh of relief and layed down against the cool floor. “No more horror before bed, Sable. No more. You’re going insane.”
“AAAAAHH!” she shrieked again, as her lower body was pulled under the bed! What was happening?!
“AAAAAAAHH!” She shrieked as she felt hands grasp her waist. She whipped her upper body around pointing her phone under the bed.
Nothing! Nothing was there! How was this possible?!?!
Sable felt large hands begin to squeeze at her waist.
“AAAH! AAAAAA AAAHHHAHAHA!”
Sable began to shriek as she felt them squeeze at her torso. Laughter bubbled into her throat and began to pour out of her, as the powerful tickling sensation took hold of her entire being.
She thrashed and writhed as the large fingers squirmed their way around her waist. Even over her nightshirt, it was overpoweringly ticklish. Screams of laughter escaped her as she fought desperately to get away.
Then something changed. She began to feel warm, to smile genuinely. To laugh genuinely! Was this fun? Was she having fun? She had tried to organically make this happen on her last thousand dates, with no success at all. Now it was finally happening. And she was loving it.
She felt his strong hands pull her more deeply under the bed, her butt now firmly wedged under the heavy wooden bed frame.
She felt his hands move higher, feeling her ribcage.
Sable squealed with laughter as the hands began to squeeze and tickle her ribs.
“AHAHAAAHAA!!”
This tickled horribly and wonderfully! Her desperate body fought his fingers, squirming away. She wished that it wouldn't. Against her will, her hips twisted right and left, avoiding his fingers.
“Damn it,” she thought to herself, trying to force herself not to block his wonderful hands.
The hands stopped and pulled away.
Sable lay there, catching her breath, hoping that this was real. And if it was real, she hoped that he would start again.
“Is this real?” Sable whispered, hopefully.
“AAAHH!” Sable felt the large hands sharply squeeze her ticklish waist.
It was real!! Would he keep going?
“AHAHAAAA!” Sable felt his fingers begin again, working around her ribcage. As hard as she was laughing, she wanted to laugh harder!
If she could only keep herself from writhing right to left so hard, blocking her most vulnerable parts of her ribs and tummy.
“Oh my, OH MY AAAHHAAA!!” Sable felt his hands slide around and find where her tummy muscles met her hips! The sensation forced her body to move. She slammed her hips into the ground and swung them left and right, but his hands followed, making her laughter higher pitched! His hands crawled higher into the worst parts of the front of her ribs. She burst into mighty laughter, as he quickly learned to alternate, move with and switch sides to get at her most ticklish spots. Her laughter reached a near screaming tone as she realized she could not get away.
“Yes!” she thought to herself, “he’s got me! I can’t get out and he’s got me!”
Sable roared with happy laughter as he hit better and better areas, making her scream.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!"
Sable almost didn't recognize the laugh she produced! "What is that?! What is he doing?" The most powerful tickle sensation took hold of her body! He had found some amazing soft area of her rib cage, right up near her armpit, where the beginnings of her breast met her underarms.
Sable wailed and screamed with laughter, far louder and desperate than before! Her body was overpowered by the large fingers’ gentle pressing. She flailed and wailed in the throws of desperate laughter, her body bucking powerfully to avoid this overpowering tickle. He squeezed at the spot a little harder, and began to wiggle his large fingers! This was it! Sable froze into a ticklish silent statue, all her muscles frozen with silent laughter. Her face was frozen in a crazed laughing expression. All at the simple touch of her mysterious soft spot in her upper ribcage!
If felt like moments stretched into eternity. The tickling dove deep into her soul, making her body it's puppet. Without warning, her arm betrayed her and reached out and began to pound the floor.
The tickling stopped. Sable lay, gasping for air.
She felt her whole body tingle, hairs standing on end.
Her breathing slowed. Her wits came back. That was horrible. It was intense, it was overwhelming, it was electrifying... It was incredible!
Sable thought to herself, “Can I handle more of it? I want to handle more of it. Even if I can’t handle more, I need more.”
She felt the bed lift gently off of her butt, freeing her.
“Is he done with me? Will he keep going if I get out? I can’t even keep myself from fighting him as it is,” she laughed to herself. “I need to be stuck for this, I think.”
Sable reached down, and untucked her protective nightshirt, in a bold attempt to both signal she wanted more, and to egg him on. She cautiously pulled up her shirt as high as she dared, revealing her bare skin.
She felt the heavy wooden bed lower onto her butt, locking it firmly against the floor. She was certainly not going to be able to get out now.
Sable was so excited, she began to giggle. She hadn’t been this excited in ages. Maybe never.
He lightly began to tickle her back. It was shockingly ticklish. As his hand went higher, her laughter became full and loud.
As his hand crept around to her bad spots, her laughter was increasing rapidly, overwhelming her ability to lie still. This time however, he had become an expert at following her movements, bringing on more waves of overpowering laughter.
“Will he do it again?” Sable wondered. “Do it again! Get my soft spot!”
Sable’s laughter was overwhelming her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to scream! She wanted to tighten into a ticklish statue again, frozen in laughter!
Then, she tried something very foolish. She grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt from her upper back, and pulled it as high as it would go, uncovering her underarms and breasts, pressing them against the cool floor.
“Will he get it? Does he understand?” Sable thought to herself through already boisterous laughter.
Suddenly, the hands stopped. Time slowed to a crawl. She stopped laughing, stopped breathing for a moment, and quickly shuddered in both terror and eager anticipation of what would happen next.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
He had reached in and dove directly into her terrible soft spot.
She was caught! She was stuck and he had her completely! She wailed with the most hysterical laughter that had ever escaped any woman's mouth. The overwhelming feeling of his fingers sliding into her bare exposed soft ticklish spot made her every muscle respond like never before. Her strong body betrayed her as her hips slammed up and down hard, lifting and slamming the bed over and over into the floor! He slid and slimed his fingers carefully over her sweaty skin, her deodorant making it more slick. Every few seconds the tickling became worse and somehow more all encompassing!
Sable was actually wailing with laughter! She had read the term 'wailing laughter' before, but could only try to imagine what it might sound like. She now could hear it, and it was coming from her own small lungs! His fingers were unrelenting savages. She wanted nothing more than for it stop immediately, and, at the same time for it to increase by another measure.
Reading her mind, he slid his hands higher enabling him to tickle her soft spot with his thumbs, while exploring the ribs beneath her soft breasts with his fingertips.
Sable’s whole world flashed white!
“WAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
Sable’s frenzied laughter exploded into something animalistic! As Rachel lungful of air neared empty the laughter turned silent as her muscles curled her into a tight ball, lifting the bed off her. Sable’s face stayed frozen with sweet laughter, the man’s fingers making their way into her in such a way that was so ticklish and intense that her body could not resist, only freeze into a hysterical laughing ball, only breathing occasionally to allow for more animalistic laughing devolving into silent breathless laughter.
She lay frozen like this, moments stretching into eternity. Her body had to take it. Fighting was impossible. She breathed in air occasionally, only to feed the ability to laugh her way quickly back into a silent, wonderful, terrified, euphoria. The fingers continued to tickle her soft spot and explore the ribs at the borders of her breasts with no hints of showing mercy or respite.
Nothing could stop Sullivan from tickling.
Nothing could stop Sable from being tickled.
“THUD THUD THUD!”
The tickling stopped. Her laughter did not. She burst into the wild laughter that was compressed within by her frozen muscles, despite there being no one and nothing touching her. She wailed in loud laughter for longer than made sense.
As her awareness slowly returned. She realized that the pounding was at the door. She jumped up, trying to think of a way to explain herself.
She swung open the door. It was a police officer. The powerful flashlight stung her eyes.
“Maam, is everything ok?” said the officer sharply.
“Who is it?” asked Sable, blinded and confused.
“Is everything ok?” she repeated.
“I can’t see anything, who are you? Please go,” Sable said, closing the door, with the officer trying to put her foot in it.
“THUD THUD THUD”
The officer pounded again.
“This is the police!” she bellowed.
Sable opened the door again, this time with the chain on. “Can I see your badge?”
After having confirmed she really was with the Police, Sable opened the door.
“Sorry, officer, I just couldn’t see who you were with that light in my face. And police usually aren’t allowed to force their way in. So I needed to be sure.”
“You’re right, maam. Sometimes I can be overzealous with domestic abuse calls,” said the officer.
“Domestic abuse? No, I live alone.”
“We received several phone calls. And I heard the noise myself. Please be honest and tell me if there is someone in here with you. We can help.”
“Please come in, officer.”
They stepped in and Sable showed the officer around.
“I promise I live alone. I’m fine.”
“If someone was hurting you, you don't need to protect them. Those horror stories are things of the past. In our modern police force, we can truly protect you. Did he leave through a window?”
“No officer. I only have one window, and it doesn’t even open.”
“That’s illegal, you know. Fire Hazard.”
“You're preaching to the choir. I’ve been hassling my apartment complex about this for the entire time I’ve lived here.”
“Where did all the noise come from?”
Sable was quick on her feet.
“I’m a movie buff. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I never do that, but it’s been quite the week.”
She leaned on her big home theater tower speakers. “215 watts per channel for these ones. 800 for that one.” She pointed at the big subwoofer.
“I’ve talked to all my neighbors and none of them mind as long as I don’t watch after 8pm. This time I fell asleep, which I've never done before, so the neighbors probably panicked and called you guys. Again, I’m so sorry. You can check the house again if you’d like.”
“I understand. I'm glad you’re safe. Have a good night.”
The officer stepped out, and Sable breathed a sigh of relief, locking the door.
