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Read the story of a tickling-obsessed young man during his summer break.
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Chapter #4

Wrap your arms around her tickle her stomach

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Thinking quickly, I darted behind Leslie, grabbed her sides, and gently squeezed while sliding my fingers across her belly. "Eeeeeeeeeheheheheeee!!!!" She squealed, having been taken by surprise. She had been leaning over when I attacked and having been caught off guard she was no longer supporting her own weight. Now in full control of the situation I dragged her away from my laundry and over to my bed, all the while wiggling my fingers over her stomach. Leslie made weak attempts to get my hands off of her but was still caught off guard and I lifted her onto my bed with no issue, minus her accidentally kicking me in shin.

Unfortunately, right as I were about to continue, I got a phone call. I sighed and backed away from my giggling cousin and pulled my phone out to answer the call. "Hello. This is an automated reminder to warn you about mandatory summer school." I audibly groaned. I had forgotten that since I was switching schools going into Senior year that I had to attend a couple classes that were special graduation requirements for my new school. Most people completed them freshman year, which meant I was probably going to be the only person in my specific classes. Lucky me. "Please be at the school by 10:00 am. We look forward to seeing you. beep."

"What was that all about?" I turned to see Leslie sitting up on my bed. She had pulled her shoes off and tossed them onto my pile of laundry, meaning she had probably lost motivation to try to clean it up. "Mandatory summer school," I groaned. I opened a clothes drawer to pull out a pair of socks and started putting them on. "Whaaat? Did you fail some classes?" Leslie asked. "No," I responded, and filled her in on my situation. "Man, that's rough bud," Leslie said, "But if it makes you feel better we wouldn't have been able to hang out all day anyway. I have to work online part time down here to help pay for college. Luckily my work time and your school time seem to mostly line up." I nodded still bitter about the whole thing. I finished putting on my socks, and we headed back downstairs. I put my shoes on, grabbed my backpack and headed out the front door. "Don't think I've forgotten about you tickling me!" Leslie called out after me. "Love you too!" I yelled back, and shut the door behind me.

My new school was in walking distance which was a big reason I had switched. That being said, it was a mile or so walk, and it wasn't exactly cold out. Plus I was out of shape, something I was planning on fixing. I turned a corner wondering if I had taken a wrong turn before finally spotting it. I started walking up the steps when I saw someone. She was a beautiful blonde girl with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a red jacket with gold lines, a white ruffled necktie, a red ribbon bowtie with an attached blue gem, and a knee length nave blue skirt with white lines. She also wore white stockings and nice black shoes. Both in awe and a little bit intimidated I gathered up my courage and...

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1. Approached her and asked her if she was lost

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2. Kept walking

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3. Yelled at her from where I was standing

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