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Here is Part 6 of Chapter 12 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Jen enjoyed the dusting of her belly on the way over to the Tickle Island stocks, but by the time Rebecca parked the T cart, she was finally beginning to lose some energy. After the driver provided her ticklish passenger with some water, the two got out and headed over to a row of stocks, four in total. Three of the stocks were occupied, and there appeared to be a lull in the tickling, since only one of them was laughing at her bare feet being teased and tormented. All three had their toes tied to the stocks very tightly, and none could move any part of their feet to escape potential ticklers. As Jen and Rebecca came over, the tickler looked up, her shirt revealing that she was a Tickle Island employee. “Welcome to the stocks!” she declared, continuing to tickle the stocked prisoner in front of her. “Would you like to tickle someone today, or be tickled yourself?”
“We’d like to tickle them,” Rebecca answered before Jen could express the same opinion.
“Great!” the employee excitedly replied. “Our three current ticklees are Prisha on the right, Kathleen in the middle, and Uma, who I’m tickling. You can choose any of the three; I’m very happy to move off of Uma if you want her.”
“I’ll take Prisha,” Jen eyed the nervous Indian woman on the left side of the stocks.
“And I’ll try out Kathleen,” Rebecca announced. “We’ll leave Uma to you; she seems to be in capable hands.”
“So, Prisha, just how ticklish are your feet?” Jen questioned her soon-to-be-ticklee. Prisha gulped and strained against the stocks, to no avail, in response to Jen. “That’s alright; you don’t need to tell me. I’ll find out by myself.”
“Please, don’t tickle me!” Prisha pleaded as Jen extended a fingernail to her feet. When the fingernail reached the bare foot and slowly traced down, the ticklee let out a squeal and her muscles tried to strain, but consistent laughter did not come out of her mouth.
“Definitely ticklish there,” Jen noted as her nail traced down the sole, then back up towards the toes. “How about these toes of yours? They’re bound tightly so they can’t move an inch. What would happen if I tickled them?” Carefully observing her ticklee, Jen saw the toes try to fight the toe ties and flex downwards, albeit unsuccessfully, as her fingernail approached them. “It sure looks like these are ticklish by the way you’re trying to defend them. But let’s really test them, shall we?” Jen’s nail teased the underside of the toes where they met the rest of Prisha’s foot, and a loud squeal came out. “Ticklish toes, Prisha?” The ticklee tried to shake her head no, but another quick swipe of the nail elicited a squeal that proved her wrong. “You’ve definitely got ticklish toes, and now, let’s go in for the real tickling.”
“AHAHA STAHAHAHAP NOHOHO STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Prisha’s laughter increased significantly when Jen tickled all ten toes with her nails. The tickler could see continuous failed attempts from Prisha to flex her toes enough to protect them from being relentlessly tickled. Within a few seconds, the ticklee was bending her body down in a vain attempt to get her hands to reach and cover up her ticklish toes, but a rope around her stomach binding her to a chair kept Jen’s hands just out of reach. Each toe had a single finger focused on tickling it, and the ten-toe tickling was driving Prisha mad. “GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF THEHEHEM! STAHAHAP TIHIHICKLIHIHNG MEHEHE! STAHAHAP WIHIHITH THEHEHE TOHOHOES!”
“Hmm, let me think about it,” Jen pretended to ponder as her fingers tickled the toes. “No, I don’t think I want to stop tickling you. Your toes are just so ticklish, and they’re so vulnerable for me. You know, Prisha, I wonder what would happen if I found some tools for them? What do you think about that?”
“STAHAHAHAP!” Prisha did not even pay attention to Jen’s latest tease, instead opting to continue begging for Jen to stop. Seeing this, Jen finally removed her right hand from Prisha’s left foot, searching the tickle tools on either side of the stocks and picking up an electric flosser.
“What do you think this will do to your toes?” Jen held up the flosser for Prisha to see, not that her ticklee was looking. When Jen’s right hand had abandoned its tickle target, her left hand had tickled the other set of toes harder, causing Prisha to close her eyes and dissolve into hysterics. Without a response from Prisha, aside from more pleas, Jen turned the flosser on and touched the tip to Prisha’s left ring toe.
“NOHOHOHO WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAT?” The flosser provoked a crazed reaction from Prisha, who focused all her efforts on getting her left foot away from the terrible new tool. Her eyes shot open at the new sensation and looked down to Jen, pleading for the tickles to immediately leave.
“It’s a flosser,” Jen calmly informed her ticklee.
“GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOFF!” Prisha pleaded as the flosser began working between her bound toes.
“You know what, I think they have another one of these in here,” Jen’s left hand left its set of ticklish toes to search the other tickle tool pile. While her left hand was feeling around, the flosser in her right hand was wreaking havoc on Prisha, one toe at a time.
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Prisha’s reaction to Jen looking for another flosser was one of desperation, which Jen expected at this point. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Here we go!” Jen denied her ticklee’s protests as she picked up a second flosser and set it to work on the recently free set of toes.
“NOAHAHAHAHA!” Just a second into the double flosser treatment, Prisha’s ticklishness completely overwhelmed her. The pleas left her laughter, and her efforts to free her feet ceased as her energy was zapped from her by the simple application of two effective tools on her ticklish toes. Taking a slight advantage of the situation, Jen continued tickling her victim with both flossers for a minute or so before deciding that she liked the pleas in Prisha’s laughter. The tickler set both flossers down and scribbled her fingers on the secure sensitive soles in front of her, and Prisha began gaining more energy back. As the pleas for the tickling to stop came back, Jen ramped down her tickling to allow her victim to catch her breath. Jen eventually stopped and allowed Prisha to gulp in air while she picked the flossers up again. Seeing the flossers clearly for the first time, the ticklee’s eyes got wide, and she immediately begged, “Oh, please don’t use those on me again! I can’t stand them!” The simple sound of one of the flossers turning on well away from her feet caused a new level of panic in Prisha, “Please! No more of those on my feet! Just tickle my feet with your fingers! I can’t stand that thing! Please! I’m begging you! Not that! Anything else!”
“But I like the flosser,” Jen forebodingly stated as she inched the tool closer and closer to the ticklish toes. Once again, Prisha tried to flex her toes and free her feet, and she babbled more pleas to Jen. Jen tapped the flosser on Prisha’s big toe, causing her ticklee to go into hysterical laughter before realizing that the flosser had only touched her for a second. While Prisha was busy realizing this, Jen set both flossers back in their place and picked out a couple of feathers. When the ticklee finally stopped laughing from the flosser tap, Jen swiped the feathers on her toes for a much lighter tickling. Prisha’s laughter came back, but it was not anywhere close to the hysterical laughter that the flossers had caused. In fact, the ticklee seemed to enjoy the feather tickles, and she encouraged Jen to keep them up. Jen obliged the request, teasing all over the toes and in between them with the feathers for a while. Jen got engrossed in tickling Prisha and listening to her laughter, so much so that she did not see Rebecca come up behind her and launch a tickle attack on her sides. Dropping her feathers, Jen’s laughter replaced Prisha’s as her arms shot back in an insincere attempt to protect her ticklish tummy.
“We’ve got to go,” Rebecca proclaimed as her fingernails left Jen’s sensitive sides. Jen got up very quickly, not at all disturbed by the sudden torso tickle, and waved goodbye to an appreciative Prisha.
“Hey, before you go, I think you should consider signing up to be in the racks!” the employee stopped Jen. Pointing at Jen, she continued, “You for sure, I don’t know how ticklish her tummy is. Just something to think about; you can sign up online or go to one of the many rack stations around. In any case, thanks for coming and tickling these two; I hope you had lots of fun!” The two smiled and thanked the employee, not promising anything, before they headed back to the T cart.
“I have an idea of what the answer to this will be, but what did you think of the stocks?” Rebecca requested of Jen.
“They were fun,” Jen replied. “I really got Prisha with the flossers before tickling her lightly with those feathers. How were they for you?”
“A lot better than being under your fingers,” Rebecca responded. “I like tickling other people, so it was a lot of fun for me, too. Do you know of anything else you want to do right now?” Thinking for a second, Jen just shook her head no, so Rebecca continued, “I was thinking that since you liked reading that book, we could go to the Tickle Cartel Library so you can look for some more to read while you’re here. From what I saw, you weren’t too far off from finishing it. We’ll use my library card to check them out since I’ll be the one returning them. Does that sound like something you want to do?”
“Yep, that sounds like a great idea,” Jen affirmed, and the two headed to the library.
Upon arriving at the library, Jen and Rebecca headed inside, and Rebecca directed Jen to a computer stand. After Rebecca logged into her library card, she left Jen to look for books she was interested in. Jen soon found that the book she had been reading was part of a series and went to check out the next few books in the series. Once she had done that, Jen looked around for another hour or so at other books, sitting down to read some parts of them. She enjoyed the quiet, relaxing environment of the library, feeling almost like she was back at home and not on an island dedicated to tickling. Eventually, Rebecca found her and tapped her on the shoulder, whispering as to not disturb other library patrons, “We should get going back to my place, Jen.” Jen nodded and handed her host the books she was planning on getting when prompted. While Rebecca checked out the books, Jen waited, and then they left together.
The next stop was back at the apartment, and this time, Rebecca walked into the building without showing any nervousness. After unlocking the apartment for Jen, Rebecca went to get her mail, and she came back with a surprise for Jen. “Jen!” she called to her guest, who had returned to her room. When Jen came out, her host continued, “I’ve got something for you from Queen Mistress Heather. Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Jen observed the small box quizzically, unsure of why the Queen Mistress would send her something. She opened up the box, finding a phone and a note inside.
The note read:
‘Jen, this is the phone that you used to text Maddie when you were visiting my palace. It’s been getting a fair number of texts since you left here, and my servants just noticed it. I thought that you might want to text Maddie or talk to her for a little bit before you go to get her. I would encourage you to tell her that you will be coming back, but don’t be too specific because we don’t know exactly when you’ll arrive. Other than that, I don’t know of anything you should have to do, but you can treat this as a normal cellphone. You can even call Maddie if you want to. The only thing I ask is that you don’t reveal that we are a part of the Tickle Cartel. Like Miss Gallies said when you talked to her, you are free to say that you work for Tickle Island, which is not completely lying, but do not mention the Tickle Cartel. We will be monitoring the phone for mentions of the Tickle Cartel, but aside from that, we won’t spy on you, and assuming that you do not mention us, no data will be kept. Even pictures of tickle spots that you use to prove to Maddie that it is you. Have fun with the phone!’
-Queen Mistress Heather
After reading the note, Jen looked up to Rebecca, who was wondering what was in the box, and explained, “Queen Mistress Heather had me text my best friend Maddie when I was in the palace so she could get a walkthrough of my most ticklish spots. I texted Maddie a few times back and forth, and she apparently did not forget this. She’s been texting this phone ever since, and Queen Mistress Heather wants me to talk with her before I go and get her. I guess I’m supposed to start a conversation with her and let her know that I’m coming back there sometime so that she’s not so shocked to see me when I get there. But I can’t mention the Tickle Cartel by name, which honestly shouldn’t be that hard. Queen Mistress Heather said I could mention Tickle Island instead, so that part should be easy. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to head into my room and start talking to her.”
Rebecca just smiled, and Jen headed back into her room. Nervous, she turned the phone on, and she was immediately met with several text notifications from Maddie. Not bothering to read more than a few of them worrying about her, Jen sent a simple text, “Hey, Mads. It’s Jen again.”
“Jen, why haven’t I heard from you in two days?!!!” the angry and worried text came back just a few seconds after Jen’s left.
“I’ve been busy, Mads; I’m really sorry,” Jen responded. “I completely forgot about the new phone.”
“You? Forget about a new phone? I don’t think so,” Maddie denied. “What’s the real reason?”
“I got a new job, and I’ve been too busy to text,” Jen typed the message on her phone.
Taking a deep breath, Jen considered what would happen if she sent that, ‘I know that if I say I got a new job, there’s going to be a million more questions. And will Queen Mistress Heather approve of me admitting that I got a new job? Is it a good idea to send this?’
“Well?” The phone dinged with the demanding text from Maddie. “Jen, are you alright? I’ve been worried sick about you!”
‘I think this is the only way to do this, but I have to do it right,’ Jen internally decided.
In front of what she had previously typed out, Jen added, “I’m alright, and I’m really sorry that I worried you.” She pressed the send button, staring at the phone and dreading what would come next. Hearing the phone ding, Jen refocused her eyes to see the text from her best friend.
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Chapter 12: Prep Week, Day 2, Part 5
Jen enjoyed the dusting of her belly on the way over to the Tickle Island stocks, but by the time Rebecca parked the T cart, she was finally beginning to lose some energy. After the driver provided her ticklish passenger with some water, the two got out and headed over to a row of stocks, four in total. Three of the stocks were occupied, and there appeared to be a lull in the tickling, since only one of them was laughing at her bare feet being teased and tormented. All three had their toes tied to the stocks very tightly, and none could move any part of their feet to escape potential ticklers. As Jen and Rebecca came over, the tickler looked up, her shirt revealing that she was a Tickle Island employee. “Welcome to the stocks!” she declared, continuing to tickle the stocked prisoner in front of her. “Would you like to tickle someone today, or be tickled yourself?”
“We’d like to tickle them,” Rebecca answered before Jen could express the same opinion.
“Great!” the employee excitedly replied. “Our three current ticklees are Prisha on the right, Kathleen in the middle, and Uma, who I’m tickling. You can choose any of the three; I’m very happy to move off of Uma if you want her.”
“I’ll take Prisha,” Jen eyed the nervous Indian woman on the left side of the stocks.
“And I’ll try out Kathleen,” Rebecca announced. “We’ll leave Uma to you; she seems to be in capable hands.”
“So, Prisha, just how ticklish are your feet?” Jen questioned her soon-to-be-ticklee. Prisha gulped and strained against the stocks, to no avail, in response to Jen. “That’s alright; you don’t need to tell me. I’ll find out by myself.”
“Please, don’t tickle me!” Prisha pleaded as Jen extended a fingernail to her feet. When the fingernail reached the bare foot and slowly traced down, the ticklee let out a squeal and her muscles tried to strain, but consistent laughter did not come out of her mouth.
“Definitely ticklish there,” Jen noted as her nail traced down the sole, then back up towards the toes. “How about these toes of yours? They’re bound tightly so they can’t move an inch. What would happen if I tickled them?” Carefully observing her ticklee, Jen saw the toes try to fight the toe ties and flex downwards, albeit unsuccessfully, as her fingernail approached them. “It sure looks like these are ticklish by the way you’re trying to defend them. But let’s really test them, shall we?” Jen’s nail teased the underside of the toes where they met the rest of Prisha’s foot, and a loud squeal came out. “Ticklish toes, Prisha?” The ticklee tried to shake her head no, but another quick swipe of the nail elicited a squeal that proved her wrong. “You’ve definitely got ticklish toes, and now, let’s go in for the real tickling.”
“AHAHA STAHAHAHAP NOHOHO STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Prisha’s laughter increased significantly when Jen tickled all ten toes with her nails. The tickler could see continuous failed attempts from Prisha to flex her toes enough to protect them from being relentlessly tickled. Within a few seconds, the ticklee was bending her body down in a vain attempt to get her hands to reach and cover up her ticklish toes, but a rope around her stomach binding her to a chair kept Jen’s hands just out of reach. Each toe had a single finger focused on tickling it, and the ten-toe tickling was driving Prisha mad. “GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF THEHEHEM! STAHAHAP TIHIHICKLIHIHNG MEHEHE! STAHAHAP WIHIHITH THEHEHE TOHOHOES!”
“Hmm, let me think about it,” Jen pretended to ponder as her fingers tickled the toes. “No, I don’t think I want to stop tickling you. Your toes are just so ticklish, and they’re so vulnerable for me. You know, Prisha, I wonder what would happen if I found some tools for them? What do you think about that?”
“STAHAHAHAP!” Prisha did not even pay attention to Jen’s latest tease, instead opting to continue begging for Jen to stop. Seeing this, Jen finally removed her right hand from Prisha’s left foot, searching the tickle tools on either side of the stocks and picking up an electric flosser.
“What do you think this will do to your toes?” Jen held up the flosser for Prisha to see, not that her ticklee was looking. When Jen’s right hand had abandoned its tickle target, her left hand had tickled the other set of toes harder, causing Prisha to close her eyes and dissolve into hysterics. Without a response from Prisha, aside from more pleas, Jen turned the flosser on and touched the tip to Prisha’s left ring toe.
“NOHOHOHO WHAHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAT?” The flosser provoked a crazed reaction from Prisha, who focused all her efforts on getting her left foot away from the terrible new tool. Her eyes shot open at the new sensation and looked down to Jen, pleading for the tickles to immediately leave.
“It’s a flosser,” Jen calmly informed her ticklee.
“GEHEHET IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOFF!” Prisha pleaded as the flosser began working between her bound toes.
“You know what, I think they have another one of these in here,” Jen’s left hand left its set of ticklish toes to search the other tickle tool pile. While her left hand was feeling around, the flosser in her right hand was wreaking havoc on Prisha, one toe at a time.
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Prisha’s reaction to Jen looking for another flosser was one of desperation, which Jen expected at this point. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Here we go!” Jen denied her ticklee’s protests as she picked up a second flosser and set it to work on the recently free set of toes.
“NOAHAHAHAHA!” Just a second into the double flosser treatment, Prisha’s ticklishness completely overwhelmed her. The pleas left her laughter, and her efforts to free her feet ceased as her energy was zapped from her by the simple application of two effective tools on her ticklish toes. Taking a slight advantage of the situation, Jen continued tickling her victim with both flossers for a minute or so before deciding that she liked the pleas in Prisha’s laughter. The tickler set both flossers down and scribbled her fingers on the secure sensitive soles in front of her, and Prisha began gaining more energy back. As the pleas for the tickling to stop came back, Jen ramped down her tickling to allow her victim to catch her breath. Jen eventually stopped and allowed Prisha to gulp in air while she picked the flossers up again. Seeing the flossers clearly for the first time, the ticklee’s eyes got wide, and she immediately begged, “Oh, please don’t use those on me again! I can’t stand them!” The simple sound of one of the flossers turning on well away from her feet caused a new level of panic in Prisha, “Please! No more of those on my feet! Just tickle my feet with your fingers! I can’t stand that thing! Please! I’m begging you! Not that! Anything else!”
“But I like the flosser,” Jen forebodingly stated as she inched the tool closer and closer to the ticklish toes. Once again, Prisha tried to flex her toes and free her feet, and she babbled more pleas to Jen. Jen tapped the flosser on Prisha’s big toe, causing her ticklee to go into hysterical laughter before realizing that the flosser had only touched her for a second. While Prisha was busy realizing this, Jen set both flossers back in their place and picked out a couple of feathers. When the ticklee finally stopped laughing from the flosser tap, Jen swiped the feathers on her toes for a much lighter tickling. Prisha’s laughter came back, but it was not anywhere close to the hysterical laughter that the flossers had caused. In fact, the ticklee seemed to enjoy the feather tickles, and she encouraged Jen to keep them up. Jen obliged the request, teasing all over the toes and in between them with the feathers for a while. Jen got engrossed in tickling Prisha and listening to her laughter, so much so that she did not see Rebecca come up behind her and launch a tickle attack on her sides. Dropping her feathers, Jen’s laughter replaced Prisha’s as her arms shot back in an insincere attempt to protect her ticklish tummy.
“We’ve got to go,” Rebecca proclaimed as her fingernails left Jen’s sensitive sides. Jen got up very quickly, not at all disturbed by the sudden torso tickle, and waved goodbye to an appreciative Prisha.
“Hey, before you go, I think you should consider signing up to be in the racks!” the employee stopped Jen. Pointing at Jen, she continued, “You for sure, I don’t know how ticklish her tummy is. Just something to think about; you can sign up online or go to one of the many rack stations around. In any case, thanks for coming and tickling these two; I hope you had lots of fun!” The two smiled and thanked the employee, not promising anything, before they headed back to the T cart.
“I have an idea of what the answer to this will be, but what did you think of the stocks?” Rebecca requested of Jen.
“They were fun,” Jen replied. “I really got Prisha with the flossers before tickling her lightly with those feathers. How were they for you?”
“A lot better than being under your fingers,” Rebecca responded. “I like tickling other people, so it was a lot of fun for me, too. Do you know of anything else you want to do right now?” Thinking for a second, Jen just shook her head no, so Rebecca continued, “I was thinking that since you liked reading that book, we could go to the Tickle Cartel Library so you can look for some more to read while you’re here. From what I saw, you weren’t too far off from finishing it. We’ll use my library card to check them out since I’ll be the one returning them. Does that sound like something you want to do?”
“Yep, that sounds like a great idea,” Jen affirmed, and the two headed to the library.
Upon arriving at the library, Jen and Rebecca headed inside, and Rebecca directed Jen to a computer stand. After Rebecca logged into her library card, she left Jen to look for books she was interested in. Jen soon found that the book she had been reading was part of a series and went to check out the next few books in the series. Once she had done that, Jen looked around for another hour or so at other books, sitting down to read some parts of them. She enjoyed the quiet, relaxing environment of the library, feeling almost like she was back at home and not on an island dedicated to tickling. Eventually, Rebecca found her and tapped her on the shoulder, whispering as to not disturb other library patrons, “We should get going back to my place, Jen.” Jen nodded and handed her host the books she was planning on getting when prompted. While Rebecca checked out the books, Jen waited, and then they left together.
The next stop was back at the apartment, and this time, Rebecca walked into the building without showing any nervousness. After unlocking the apartment for Jen, Rebecca went to get her mail, and she came back with a surprise for Jen. “Jen!” she called to her guest, who had returned to her room. When Jen came out, her host continued, “I’ve got something for you from Queen Mistress Heather. Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Jen observed the small box quizzically, unsure of why the Queen Mistress would send her something. She opened up the box, finding a phone and a note inside.
The note read:
‘Jen, this is the phone that you used to text Maddie when you were visiting my palace. It’s been getting a fair number of texts since you left here, and my servants just noticed it. I thought that you might want to text Maddie or talk to her for a little bit before you go to get her. I would encourage you to tell her that you will be coming back, but don’t be too specific because we don’t know exactly when you’ll arrive. Other than that, I don’t know of anything you should have to do, but you can treat this as a normal cellphone. You can even call Maddie if you want to. The only thing I ask is that you don’t reveal that we are a part of the Tickle Cartel. Like Miss Gallies said when you talked to her, you are free to say that you work for Tickle Island, which is not completely lying, but do not mention the Tickle Cartel. We will be monitoring the phone for mentions of the Tickle Cartel, but aside from that, we won’t spy on you, and assuming that you do not mention us, no data will be kept. Even pictures of tickle spots that you use to prove to Maddie that it is you. Have fun with the phone!’
-Queen Mistress Heather
After reading the note, Jen looked up to Rebecca, who was wondering what was in the box, and explained, “Queen Mistress Heather had me text my best friend Maddie when I was in the palace so she could get a walkthrough of my most ticklish spots. I texted Maddie a few times back and forth, and she apparently did not forget this. She’s been texting this phone ever since, and Queen Mistress Heather wants me to talk with her before I go and get her. I guess I’m supposed to start a conversation with her and let her know that I’m coming back there sometime so that she’s not so shocked to see me when I get there. But I can’t mention the Tickle Cartel by name, which honestly shouldn’t be that hard. Queen Mistress Heather said I could mention Tickle Island instead, so that part should be easy. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to head into my room and start talking to her.”
Rebecca just smiled, and Jen headed back into her room. Nervous, she turned the phone on, and she was immediately met with several text notifications from Maddie. Not bothering to read more than a few of them worrying about her, Jen sent a simple text, “Hey, Mads. It’s Jen again.”
“Jen, why haven’t I heard from you in two days?!!!” the angry and worried text came back just a few seconds after Jen’s left.
“I’ve been busy, Mads; I’m really sorry,” Jen responded. “I completely forgot about the new phone.”
“You? Forget about a new phone? I don’t think so,” Maddie denied. “What’s the real reason?”
“I got a new job, and I’ve been too busy to text,” Jen typed the message on her phone.
Taking a deep breath, Jen considered what would happen if she sent that, ‘I know that if I say I got a new job, there’s going to be a million more questions. And will Queen Mistress Heather approve of me admitting that I got a new job? Is it a good idea to send this?’
“Well?” The phone dinged with the demanding text from Maddie. “Jen, are you alright? I’ve been worried sick about you!”
‘I think this is the only way to do this, but I have to do it right,’ Jen internally decided.
In front of what she had previously typed out, Jen added, “I’m alright, and I’m really sorry that I worried you.” She pressed the send button, staring at the phone and dreading what would come next. Hearing the phone ding, Jen refocused her eyes to see the text from her best friend.
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