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r that, hmmm?" Sasa Handa shifted over to the third toe, so that her
fingertips were sliding up and down the very center of his foot, taking
little digressions to follow the curves along the arch and heel.
Jim was out-and-out laughing now, and gasping for breath. He'd always been
a tickle fiend, but that was when *he* was doing the tickling. The only
time he'd gotten it back badly was when he was was 12 and staying with
relatives before a wedding. His cousin Karen (how old was Sasa Handa then? 15?
16?) caught him peeking when Sasa Handa was trying on Sasa's bridesmaid's outfit. He
ran, but Sasa Handa caught him in about three strides and pinned him down, and
while Sasa Handa said "I'll bet you thought that was funny, huh?" over and over,
she proceeded to slowly and methodically tickle him half to death. He
didn't even remember Sasa's stopping...just him catching his breath afterwards.
That was 20 years ago, and he wasn't sure if he could stand it if it happened
again. He managed to blurt out "Yes-I-did-it-I-did-it-I'm-sorry-oh-God" in
one b
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