the summer i was 18 i went to a week end youth leadership workshop sort of thing. we stayed at a high school, bedding down in sleeping bags on the gym floor. we had use of the school swimming pool.
without all the boring details why, several in the group decided i was the perfect person to throw in the swimming pool in my clothes. i tried to escape and ran away. a sort of mob mentality grew and soon i was being chased by a large group.
i ran to the girl's bathroom but was pursued by the girls in the group. i tried to anchor myself to the frame of one of the stalls but it felt like a thousand hands were pulling at me. someone yelled, "tickle her!" and suddenly hands and fingers were running up and down my rib cage and into my super ticklish underarms.
i collapsed under the tickling barrage and immediately was picked up and carried into the hallway. all i remember is what seemed to be a mass of people lifted me up over their heads and headed for the swimming pool. some hands grabbed ticklish spots -- not hard to do since i am ticklish from head to toe -- and i squirmed and wiggled but had zero chance of escaping.
i felt someone removing my shoes and my cries to stop were drowned out by the crowd. i was wearing no socks and some one or several some ones began tickling my bare feet. this sent me into overdrive for thrashing and twisting and trying to escape but the people holding me up just tightened their grip on me. there was nothing i could do but endure the tickling.
thankfully (for me) the swimming pool was reached and i was tossed into the water to great applause and laughter from the mob who had abducted me. i never did find out who the fiends were who added tickling to my ordeal.
without all the boring details why, several in the group decided i was the perfect person to throw in the swimming pool in my clothes. i tried to escape and ran away. a sort of mob mentality grew and soon i was being chased by a large group.
i ran to the girl's bathroom but was pursued by the girls in the group. i tried to anchor myself to the frame of one of the stalls but it felt like a thousand hands were pulling at me. someone yelled, "tickle her!" and suddenly hands and fingers were running up and down my rib cage and into my super ticklish underarms.
i collapsed under the tickling barrage and immediately was picked up and carried into the hallway. all i remember is what seemed to be a mass of people lifted me up over their heads and headed for the swimming pool. some hands grabbed ticklish spots -- not hard to do since i am ticklish from head to toe -- and i squirmed and wiggled but had zero chance of escaping.
i felt someone removing my shoes and my cries to stop were drowned out by the crowd. i was wearing no socks and some one or several some ones began tickling my bare feet. this sent me into overdrive for thrashing and twisting and trying to escape but the people holding me up just tightened their grip on me. there was nothing i could do but endure the tickling.
thankfully (for me) the swimming pool was reached and i was tossed into the water to great applause and laughter from the mob who had abducted me. i never did find out who the fiends were who added tickling to my ordeal.
"It's all right to gang up on and tickle me." sounds like the typical twisted logic of the tickler 
