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TICKLE TOWERS (part one)
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Bethany Chamberlain placed her bag of groceries on the kitchen
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counter and answered her ringing telephone. "Hello?" "Bethany?
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It's Ash. Listen, I'm having a pool party to end all pool
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parties today. Why don't you come on by?"
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Bethany sighed. Her cousin, Ashleigh, had moved into a new
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condo, and she was always trying to get her to stop by. "I
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don't know, Ash, I have to clean the apartment..."
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Ashleigh cut in. "Oh, come on, Beth, I am beginning to get
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insulted. What, are you afraid to come by?" "Of course not,
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but..." "Good. See ya in 30 minutes! Toodles!"
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Bethany resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't win, so
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she took a quick shower, changed, and drove over to Templeman
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Towers, the condo Ashleigh lived in.
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When Ashleigh saw her cousin her eyes glared. "For goodness
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sakes, Beth, this is a *pool* party; where is your bathing
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suit?" Bethany stared at the floor, hemming and hawing, till
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Ashleigh said, "Here! Take this." She thrust a bikini at her.
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"It's all I have. Loosen up for just one day, ok? For me?"
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Bethany sighed and went to change into the scanty pink
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2-piecer, regretting the night ahead. Little did she know what
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lay ahead!
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Ashleigh brought a bronzed adonis over to the chaise lounge
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Bethany lounged on. "Michael, this knockout is my cousin,
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Bethany. She's um, new here, so, uh, make her feel at home,
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ok?" Michael had a wicked gleam in his eye that gave Bethany
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the willies. "Nice to meet you, Michael, but, if you don't mind,
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I really would just like to lie here for awhile."
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Ashleigh winked at Michael. "No problem. Come on, Michael,
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let's let her rest." As the two walked away Bethany couldn't
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help but wonder what her cousin was up to. She pushed these
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thoughts aside and closed her eyes.
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After what seemed to be 5 minutes or so, Bethany felt 2 hands
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on her feet. She opened her eyes to see a handsome guy seated
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at the foot of the lounge. "Hi, there," he said devilishly.
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"My name's Jason. You looked so comfortable, yet you still have
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your flip-flops on." He gently removed them and said,"You have
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lovely feet, Bethany. They're so soft. Are you ticklish?"
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Bethany's mind raced. She knew Ashleigh had set her up. When
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they were kids, Ashleigh derived great delight in seeing her
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cousin tickled. She used to tell the other kids to hold Bethany
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while several others (Ashleigh especially) would tickle her till
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tears poured down her face.
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She had to think fast. "No, Jason, I'm not in the least bit
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ticklish, so please take your hands off my feet!"
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Jason grinned. "Funny, but I hear you are extremely ticklish!"
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He started to run his fingers under the soles of her feet. She
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stifled a giggle. "Please," the words were muffled. "Aww, is
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the baby ticklish?" He said mockingly.
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His fingers accelerated in rapid motions around her soles,
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insteps, all the way up to Bethany's knees, a very ticklish
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spot. She burst out laughing, her entire body a mass of
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quivers. "P-p-please, don't!"
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Ashleigh walked over and laughed. "Sorry cuz, but this is your
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coming out party. After this night is over, you will be
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tickle-tortured beyond your wildest dreams! Greg! Tony! Come
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on, let's take her inside!"
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Bethany kicked Jason's hands away and made a run for it. She
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heard Ashleigh scream, "Get her! Now she'll get DOUBLE the
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torture!"
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Bethany ran into the lobby. Seeing a door leading to the
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basement, she opened it and ran down the steps, to at a time,
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till she reached the boiler room. "Hi, Beth," a voice said.
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She turned around, horrified to see Max, Ashleigh's older
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brother, standing there. "Please, Max, pretend you didn't see
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me," she pleaded. He shook his head and grinned. "Sorry,
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Bethany, you might just as well accept it. Come with me," he
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held a hand out. "No!" she screamed. He sighed. "OK, have it
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your way. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."
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He reached for her and whispered in her ear. "Are you still
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ticklish here?" and started tickling her under arms. She
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doubled over and squealed with horror/ delight. "Now, I'll stop
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if you come along with me." "OK,OK, I'll go with you!" she
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gasped.
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As they reached the top of the steps, Ashleigh greeted them
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with a sneer. "Ready for a good laugh, cuz?" She pulled out
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several stiff feathers from behind her back.
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TICKLE TOWERS <part 2>
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Bethany struggled in vain to pull free as Tony and Greg
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dragged her out to the pool area. Ashleigh laughed
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devilishly and said, "Well, cuz, do you have anything to say
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before your punishment?" Bethany's heart pounded. "Ash,
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I'm sorry I tried to get away, but can you blame me? After
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all..." "Enough!" Ashleigh snapped. She walked over to a
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large contraption that stood near the middle of the
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solarium. It had a large white drop cloth covering it, but
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it was off at the snap of her wrist. Bethany was horrified
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to see what appeared to be a torture rack! It was made of
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wood and cast metal, with stocks for the hands and feet.
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Confine her on Mercy!" Ashleigh ordered Greg and Tony.
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"M-mercy?!?" Bethany swallowed hard. She was swiftly
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restrained on Mercy, her hands and feet immobile in the
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stocks.
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"Don't bother asking, cuzzy dear; you'll soon find all
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about Mercy!" Ashleigh smiled that smirk that Bethany so
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hated. "Max, please," Bethany said plaintively. "Help me!"
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Max chuckled softly. "Come on, Beth, why don't you just
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relax and give it a go? You might actually enjoy it!"
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"Enough stalling!" Ashleigh bellowed. She pulled out a
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black kerchief and proceeded to blindfold Bethany with it,
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so that her cousin wouldn't know how, when, or by whom the
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tickle-torture would be.
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Ashleigh stood over Bethany, who was trying desperately
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to free herself. Ashleigh bared her long,
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perfectly-manicured fingernails, lightly dragging a
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fingernail along Bethany's right side. Ashleigh got the
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response she was hoping for. Bethany's most sensitive,
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ticklish spot were her sides, so she nearly jumped out of
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her restraints at her cousin's teasing.
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"Ah, I've hit the proverbial nerve," Ashleigh said. She
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bared her nails again, this time lightly scraping all ten
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nails along Bethany's sides. Bethany shrieked. "Please,
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Ash, not there! Haha!"
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Ashleigh ignored her cousin's plea and proceeded to
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mercilessly tickle Bethany. In rapid-fire motion she ran
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her fingers all over Bethany's sides, belly and under arms,
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causing Bethany to laugh so hard tears rolled down her
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cheeks.
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"Hahahaha!!! No! Please! Hahahaha!!!" Bethany writhed
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in torturous tickles. Ashleigh suddenly. "You know,
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Bethany, dear, you look awfully pale. You could really use
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some color!" She reached behind Mercy to pull out a blush
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makeup kit. She removed the brush and ran it all over
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Bethany's upper torso, causing Bethany to go wild with
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hysterical laughter. Her voice was hoarse when she
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screamed, "Oh god, Ash, I beg of you, please stop!!!"
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Ashleigh had a satisfied look on her face. "There!
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You've said the magic word!" She stopped the brutal
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tickling and motioned for Tony and Greg to remove the
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restraints and blindfold. Bethany lay there, exhausted from
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her ordeal. All of Ashleigh's friends applauded her
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mastery. She took a bow and sat down. Then an older woman
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entered the solarium and said giddily, "Marvelous, Ashleigh
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dear, you were simply brilliant!" She turned to Bethany,
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who was still on Mercy. "Well, my dear, how did you enjoy
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your ordeal?"
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"I hated every minute of it!" Bethany spat the words
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out. "I'm getting out of here -- and fast!"
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The woman clucked her tongue in a condescending manner
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that both angered and frightened Bethany. "Hmmm, I see that
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you're a very ungrateful young woman who hasn't learned what
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she's been taught. You're a wild horse that needs taming --
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at once. Welcome to Tickle Towers. You will learn many
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things, but first you must be taught a lesson. Greg,
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handcuff her arms behind her back. Michael!" The young man
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Ashleigh had introduced Bethany to earlier stood. "Yes,
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Mrs. Davidson?"
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"Bring her to Malachi -- immediately!" At the mention of
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the name Malachi everybody gasped and whispered amongst
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themselves, heightening Bethany's fears.
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Who was this Malachi, and what ticklish torture did he
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hold in store for our heroine? Tune in to the next
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installment of TICKLE TOWERS!!!
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