*Seeing you grit your teeth and hold your breath, I grow hopeful… although the optimism is short-lived as you continue to aggressively push, this time finally toppling me. I land on my back with an exhaling "oof!" and my hands have momentarily lost contact from your sensitive skin. As your finger explore my midsection, and your thumbs too dedicated to my hips, my stomach sucks in and tenses. I do best to keep it from quivering with suppressed laughter, although your fingers would probably be able to tell. A snicker or two escapes between tight lips, as I try to regain my bearings and look to retaliate. But for the moment I can muster little better than attempting to bat away those wandering wands. As much as I'd like to come up with a witty quip, I'm finding myself a tad too distracted, much less unable to vocalize it.*