Daisy grins, and says, "Well, these parts, if yer willin'!" and she hands me a box... with two wiggling girl hands, and two wiggling girl feet! The hands had cheap pink nail polish on the nails, and the feet had no polish at all (but were slender, if a bit dirty).
"Whoa," I say.
"Anyway... thanks muchly, and seeya later... like at the end of the week, when Sarah's grounding is done! Byebye!"
After a few minutes, I'm left with Sarah's fuming, gagged head, her hands, and her feet.
"Um... hi, there...?"
Sarah's muffles were incomprehensible, but she apparently didn't think much of me.
After a few minutes, I decided that this was going nowhere... and since I was fairly sick of Sarah's lead glaring at me, I put IT in the box (and oh, my, did her muffles sound angry and foul!), and took out her feet, taking them with me into the bedroom. Hey, why not? If I'm on duty, I might as well have a little fun! :)
I laid down on my bed, with Sarah's squirming feet on the bed in front of me (soles facing up, and separated below the ankle)... and with a playful grin, I decided to try tickling one of her feet. With just a few strokes of my fingers, I had the foot twitching and squirming like crazy, and I could swear I heard some muffled, outraged screaming from the next room! Ooh... somebody's ticklish, I thought to myself with glee! Hehe...
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