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ie!" tormented Janet.
"Tickle toes!" and dug into the sensitive skin under Jim's toes. "Tickle
here! Tickle there!" teased, as frantically scratched at one
sensitive spot, then another. "Tickle tickle tickle!!" teased,
ruthlessly, while Jim prayed to God, to any god, to whatever god feels sorry
for people being tickled beyond human endurance, that she'd stop.
Then Jim's sense of time disappeared...he was in the Hell of Eternal Tickling.
"Jim!! JIM!!! Are you okay???" He realized that his wife was shouting at his
face while he was still being tickled senseless...no wait, he was still
laughing, but he could see 's hands and neither one was tickling him.
Janet was staring straight at him, and looked scared witless. He started to
get a grip on himself, but he realized that he could still *feel* it, and he
collapsed laughing once more.
"I'm okay...oh God...HA!!!"
The look of concern partially drained away from Janet's face. "Um...I was
actually going to commute your sentence to 10 minutes of eating me, but when
I
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