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When she felt fingers on her feet that were both smaller and less pointy than her mother's, Summer felt annoyed and angry.
"Mouse I know you're there! Stop this right this minute!"
"Hee hee. But Summer, we didn't even finish our game yet.
So tell me, what tickled more, the fingers or the brushes?"
"Neither! Untie me!"
She could not hold back the gurgling noises building up in her throat.
Mouse, oh god, wasn't just exploring with her tiny fingers (which wasn't so bad) but actually started scrubbing
her with one of the damn hairbrushes that she was spared from just now not very long ago!
Summer fell back on the bed and attempted to bury herself into the soft cushions.
What a family, she thought...Tickler mom and her tickler daughter.
"MOUSE, THIS IS NOT A GAME!" she cried. "IT REALLY TICKLES!"
"But I really want to hear about you and Dan Mitchels, too. How about I stop after you've told me all about you and him?"
Whether Mouse made Summer spill her secrets by the top of the hour or not, this was one memorable humiliation and defeat for Summer Salt. She consoled herself with the feelings of certainty that history won't record it - after all, who'd believe the image of the world famous detective being tickled to death by her own sister?
Noo, stop, it's too ticklish!
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