Yikes, I just realized that I had planned to give another story about Susanna, but I guess I never got around to it until now. Unfortunately, it's not a long one, but I feel I owe it to you to at least give it now. Originally, I added this story to my last post, but i changed my mind and made it its own. The first part of this can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=121411
Susanna and I had to stay at school late because we needed to photocopy some exams. Because the school only had the one photocopier for the teachers, we had to wait until about 6:30 pm to get our turn.
Now, exams for different grades were colour coded: pink for Gr. 8, green for Gr. 9, white for Gr. 10, blue for Gr. 11, and yellow for Gr. 12...or something like that...I don't remember the exact colours, but you get the idea.
Well, we ran out of yellow paper so we had to go to the store room, which was essentially a narrow closet. I volunteered to get the packs of paper, so I called out "What colours do we need?"
"We need yellows" So I reach in and get them.
"We need blues."
"Blues? Uh, ok." So I lookd for them.
"We also need greens." I reach out for them too.
"And we need pinks." I should have realized something was up, but I crawled deeper to get them.
"We also need salmon coloured." I went in to look for about 15 sec., then I said "Wait, salmon? What grade takes salmon? Susanna?"
I crawl out a bit to look back, and I see her with a little smirk on her face; the yellow papers were all she needed, and she had them in her hand. The other colours were on the floor, and I had to get them back in the closet.
"You did not!"
She answered just by grinning more widely.
"I am going to get you for this." At this, she suddenly flinched, and I saw her arms tighten toward her sides, which gave me the obvious idea.
"I know your ticklish!"
"No!" And she runs away, but strangely she goes into the photocopier room, which is a dead end, so she winds up curled up squatting on the floor, which I suppose was her way to protect as many body parts as possible.
"You know, I can still get your feet!" She had taken off her heels to get comfortable, so she was barefoot at the time. Sorry, foot guys, but she covered up her feet; still, that left her sides unprotected, so I started to tickler her lower ribs. She started giggling and squealing for the 10 seconds I tickled her. Unfortunately, I heard the outside door open and people starting to come in; damn, it was the golf team returning from a road trip! So, I had to stop and leave Susanna in the copy room; can't have rumours about the two of us doing what-what in there!
I go out and greet the team, who ask me why I'm there so late; I tell them photocopying exams, which is very plausable. At that minute, Susanna comes running out of the room, sneaks behind me, and gooses me in my upper ribs! Now, if Susanna and I were alone, that would have been the perfect excuse to really let her have it...even pinning her down and getting her underarms, but you can't really do that with a dozen teenage golfers in the building. I know, a perfect opportunity for revenge foiled, and I never got the chance to tickle her again. I mentioned above that late in the year, she wore this really nice sundress and sandal during provincial exam week, and boy was I tempted, but the moment had passed. Too bad.
Hope you enjoyed installment #2. I'll have to remember some other instances of tickling fellow teachers, or even student teachers while we were still in post-grad.
Feedback would be appreciated, btw, in case the writing style doesn't jive for you guys.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=121411
Susanna and I had to stay at school late because we needed to photocopy some exams. Because the school only had the one photocopier for the teachers, we had to wait until about 6:30 pm to get our turn.
Now, exams for different grades were colour coded: pink for Gr. 8, green for Gr. 9, white for Gr. 10, blue for Gr. 11, and yellow for Gr. 12...or something like that...I don't remember the exact colours, but you get the idea.
Well, we ran out of yellow paper so we had to go to the store room, which was essentially a narrow closet. I volunteered to get the packs of paper, so I called out "What colours do we need?"
"We need yellows" So I reach in and get them.
"We need blues."
"Blues? Uh, ok." So I lookd for them.
"We also need greens." I reach out for them too.
"And we need pinks." I should have realized something was up, but I crawled deeper to get them.
"We also need salmon coloured." I went in to look for about 15 sec., then I said "Wait, salmon? What grade takes salmon? Susanna?"
I crawl out a bit to look back, and I see her with a little smirk on her face; the yellow papers were all she needed, and she had them in her hand. The other colours were on the floor, and I had to get them back in the closet.
"You did not!"
She answered just by grinning more widely.
"I am going to get you for this." At this, she suddenly flinched, and I saw her arms tighten toward her sides, which gave me the obvious idea.
"I know your ticklish!"
"No!" And she runs away, but strangely she goes into the photocopier room, which is a dead end, so she winds up curled up squatting on the floor, which I suppose was her way to protect as many body parts as possible.
"You know, I can still get your feet!" She had taken off her heels to get comfortable, so she was barefoot at the time. Sorry, foot guys, but she covered up her feet; still, that left her sides unprotected, so I started to tickler her lower ribs. She started giggling and squealing for the 10 seconds I tickled her. Unfortunately, I heard the outside door open and people starting to come in; damn, it was the golf team returning from a road trip! So, I had to stop and leave Susanna in the copy room; can't have rumours about the two of us doing what-what in there!
I go out and greet the team, who ask me why I'm there so late; I tell them photocopying exams, which is very plausable. At that minute, Susanna comes running out of the room, sneaks behind me, and gooses me in my upper ribs! Now, if Susanna and I were alone, that would have been the perfect excuse to really let her have it...even pinning her down and getting her underarms, but you can't really do that with a dozen teenage golfers in the building. I know, a perfect opportunity for revenge foiled, and I never got the chance to tickle her again. I mentioned above that late in the year, she wore this really nice sundress and sandal during provincial exam week, and boy was I tempted, but the moment had passed. Too bad.
Hope you enjoyed installment #2. I'll have to remember some other instances of tickling fellow teachers, or even student teachers while we were still in post-grad.
Feedback would be appreciated, btw, in case the writing style doesn't jive for you guys.
