In the first thirty seconds of his foot being tickled, Richard knew he was going to lose the bet this time. To his surprise, Graziano had not used his fingers nor a ballpoint pen nor a brush like he had on his other attempts to win the bet. Those had been tough but Richard had managed to stand the awful tickling long enough not to say uncle before the end of the allotted time.This time, however, Graziano had produced a simple feather and was very gently caressing Richard’s exposed sole. That touch, like a fly landing on his skin, taking three or four minute steps and then flying away, Richard found unbearable. He knew that any moment, he was going to give up. This time, there would be no taking off of Graziano’s socks to tickle them mercilessly as a way of getting even. He would be the one who would have to submit to more tickling for as long as Graziano wanted. Richard just hoped it wouldn’t be more of that d--n feather!
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