I was at home the other night with my husband, and I had my bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch while I was watching a movie. Next thing I know, I feel a finger slooooowly sliding up the bottom of my foot, startling me. I tried to jerk away, but he was holding my ankles down with his arm. Next thing I know, he takes out his car keys, and glides them up my very ticklish soles, and I can't move, so all I can do is buck and laugh. He then found a comb, a ballpoint pen, and a shoe polish brush, and went to town using one item at a time, all the while saying "coochy coo" and "Tickle tickle tickle" I tell you what by the time he was done with me I was a mess, but I loved it.




