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Read the story of a tickling-obsessed young man during his summer break.
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Locked No More

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So there I was, sitting stark naked in the kitchen, when I heard a curious clank come from the front door. It almost sounded like the padlock to the front door was being manipulated somehow. Was it possible that my parents had returned from their vacation already? Or could it have been my sister, home early from our cousin's house?

While being discovered by my family in my birthday suit would be embarrassing for all involved, there was another, far more insidious possibility... someone was trying to break into our house! Afterall, there HAD been that recent prison break-out on the news, and there were rumors of an artifact missing from the local museum. But I dismissed the idea as too outlandish. While we were relatively well-off, there was no way someone would target our mediocre-looking house. So, I decided to head upstairs and put on some casualwear. "Must be the wind," I muttered to myself.

But then the clanking got louder. I froze, and despite my best efforts to rationalize it, it was clear someone was fiddling with the door's lock. Feeling especially vulnerable while naked, I decided to grab whatever clothing I could and confront whoever was at the door. Unfortunately, all I could find was a comical chef's apron with the words "Kiss the Cook" plastered on its front. But it was better than nothing, and I quickly put it on.

I had barely cinched the draw-strings when I heard an ominous THUNK from the front foray. The lock was released! Panicking, I grabbed the nearest 'weapon' I could find... a spatula. Wielding it as a miniature battle-axe, I raced to the front door, hoping against hope that it was merely my parents returning early.

The door creaked open, and a figure stood in the threshold. I squinted, drawing to make out the shape...

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1. It was a red-haired woman in a catsuit

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2. It was a woman in an orange prison jumpsuit

3. It was a goth teen

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