I Heard Flip Flops, Part 4
(Posted on Sunday, December 30, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

To read the 1st part of this story, click I Heard Flip Flops, Part 1.

On this Friday morning, I heard the wonderful sound of flip flops walk right into the cubicle next to me. That was a surprise. Hanna sits next to me and she is almost always decked out, really fancy. She goes to more boring meeting with company big shots than I have to.

I took a few steps over and there she was. She is about 5.9, with medium length brunette hair. She's really good looking and works really hard. She was in jeans, a Budweiser race fan shirt and those wonderful sounding flip flops.

It was a sight I wouldn't have expected to see. When she saw me and my surprised look, she started laughing. It was obvious that I was caught off guard. We had been working side by side for some time and we would tease each other about everything.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Where is today's meetings...in a bar? You're a scream. Why didn't you tell me? I could have worn my softball team uniform."

"You're a riot," she answered. "To be honest, I overslept. I can't believe I did that. I woke up. It was after eight o'clock. I jumped out of bed, realized that there was no important business today, just grabbed the first things I could and got over here."

She came to sit in her chair and placed her right ankle, under her left knee. As she came to pull up towards her desk, she knocked over a stack of about eight books. She just laid her head on her desk.

"Nice job," I sarcastically said. "Hey, maybe you should go back to bed and start all over. You stay put. I'll get the books."

As I dropped to one knee to scoop up the books and place them on her desk, I was eye level with that right foot and her bare instep was calling my name.

"Aw, thanks for getting that for me," she replied. "For a fool, you can really be a sweetie sometimes. How can I repay you?"

"Well, you asked an honest question," I said. "And here's your honest answer. Just let me take your ankle with one hand, like this. Remove your little shoe and with the other hand ... like this. And tickle your cute little foot ... like this."

When she realized what was going to happen, she immediately put both of her hands over her feet. "Oh, please no," she responded. "Tickling my feet makes me go crazy. Not that. Please no. I'1I pass out."

"Hey, I feel cheated." I replied. "You asked how you can repay me. I gave you an honest answer You won't pass out. I'II be gentle. And as for you going crazy, I thought you were already. Now, after I was nice enough to pick up the books for you, the least you can do is just let me have my little cheep thrill. It won't hurt a bit. It won't make a sound."

I guess she was too sleepy to argue the point. She just put her head on her desk and her arms over the head and just braced herself for what was about to come.

"Kitchie kitchie ko-o-o-o-o-o-o-o," I whispered, as I scrambled all ten fingertips all over her right instep. Her whole body tightened up. "Just a little longer and it will all be over. You're being a big girl, taking this very well. l'm proud of you."

All of a sudden, her desk phone rang. I stopped the tickling. I didn't want to mess up any important negotiations.

"Well, are you the thoughtful one," she said, after the call was completed. "Not tickling my foot while I was conducting my phone conversation. You just get nicer and nicer."

"And because I'm nicer and nicer, I get rewarded by getting to tickle your other foot," I said. From there, I took her left ankle into my left hand, removed that flip flop with my right hand and began tickling away at that lovely instep. At the same time, I started rubbing the side of my head into the right instep that I had tickled earlier. I kept that up for about 15 seconds. She couldn't take any more.

"Ooh-ho-ho. You are so terrible," she said, as she put her left hand on my head. "Your hair really tickles. I can't take it. I didn't know, all this time, that I have been sitting next to someone who loves tickling people."

"I don't just tickle anybody," I jokingly responded. "I only go after those with the nicest places to tickle. That includes you. You have very nice insteps. From now on, we have a deal. Every time you knock something over and I come in and pick it up for you, I get the honor of being able to tickle your feet."

"That deal is so weird," she replied. "And I am too sleepy to negotiate, so you got it. It's a deal. I knock something over, you pick it up for me and you can tickle my feet. We won't even have to sign a contract."

What a deal. I can't wait until the next time she knocks something over.