"Well..."

You say to Amy. "The Pyrots here were tickling me, but then you came along. Your turn."

Her eyes widened.

"What? No! I can't STAND being tickled!" She says. Pyrots move to her exposed feet, take off her blue sandals, and the fun begins!

*****

She laughs until she cries. Her face is bright red, and still getting brighter. You suddenly have the urge to join in on the fun...

You notice a small section of Amy's belly has been left exposed. You run up to her, uncover more of her belly, then gently tickle her.

"N-N-NOOO!!!" She screams, but the tickling continues. "AH HA HE HE HE HE HE!!!" She laughs, even harder than before. You see a pyrot feather on the ground by her. You pick it up, and start tickling her obviously senstive belly button.

"AHAHAHAHEHAHEHEHEHEEHAHAAHAHA!!!" She screams. You look at your watch, and it's 5:00 P.M. Do you go home, or do you continue you fun?

Written by Anonymous

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