the SPANISH tickles part 2

At the tickle spa, therapy fish tickle your feet, spiders your armpits and ghosts tickling your belly. wait a sec......GHOSTS!? it's true, you feel a draft on your stomach, like a cloudy feather tickling it. "say i believe in ghosts." says your mum. you say what your mum said, and the ghost (if that's what it is) hugged you. you decide you wanna go out of the tickle spa now.

"hola." a cute spanish lady says. "hola." you say quietly. the ghost comes with you and you visit barcelona. you go to watch barcelona VS man united in football.

'the ghost.......' you think. 'the ghost will need a name. i think it's a girl. oooh, what about Jenna? yeah, Jenna.' Jenna doesn't like the game because she thinks it's too noisy. she begins to cry. you take her into the quietest part of barcelona, but she keeps crying. "there, there, Jenna. it's okay." you coo gently.

she keeps crying. you try everything. at last you tickle Jenna's belly like she tickled yours. "goo goo. i like you." jenna had just learnt her 1st words! she stopped crying as you cradled her in your arms, and she starts tickling you gently. you tickle her gently. none of you tickle each other crazily, like in a tickle fight. just gently. 'i think i'm gonna enjoy this more than i thought.' you think.

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