>>2300519When Lady was presented with the choice to either risk being the loser of the next round or making absolutely sure Erika would tickle her anyway, she sat back, sweating cold. Erika rolled the bottle. Lady hid her hands behind her and I knew she had her fingers crossed, she mumbled a prayer and closed her eyes shut.
The bottle stopped. No one said a word. Lady refused to take a look and her prayer grew louder and louder. We gave her a minute. She opened her eyes, first the right, then the left in unison in surprise to see the bottle pointing right to her.
“I’m pretty sure you jinxed it,” Erika, between laughter and pity, informed Lady. I also happened to believe it was so.
Lady didn’t say a word. She jumped to her feet and tried to run for the door. Jill easily caught her.
“No! No! No! No!” there was no reasoning with Lady. She was forced to my bed and laid down. Erika mounted her.
“Tickle! Tickle!” Erika annoyingly chuckled.
Lady closed her eyes shut and whimpered again; she sounded like a mortally wounded animal. She shrugged to cover her neck and shielded her chest with her hands, worming around in vain trying to escape.
Erika did not start strong. She merely poked Lady here and there, who winced and startled with so much as the contact of a single finger. Erika then carefully caressed her; it was a massage and in no way tickling. Lady still reacted strongly and did her best to avoid contact, not that her best had any effect whatsoever, pinned as she was.