May looks at you as you look up to the leaves on the tree. grinning again, she pokes you in the side again. you squeal and recoil from her. "hey, what was that for?" you groan at May.
May, smiling now, jumps on you and pins you to the ground. "i'm gonna help you get over you fear of being tickled, by tickling you!"
you manage to let out a small squeak before you burst into pleading. "No! please don't do that! I can't stand being tickled!" May, smiling like mad, slides her hands under your shirt and her fingers start dancing across your sides.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOPITHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEHEHEHESEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" you squeal.
"stop? this early? no way, i'm just getting started" may says beaming. thats when she aims for your......
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