The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of Laughter
(Published on Friday, December 13, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Michael.

I had this neighbor named Gigi. I would see her outside on her knees, in shorts and always barefoot with the soles of her feet facing me as she weeded her flower bed. That's when I start having this recurring daydream.

Behind her house is miles and miles of hills, old mines, a few rundown shacks. I start thinking if I took her up in those hills, I could do what I wanted with her and take my time doing it. I started hatching a plan. I would become the "quote,unquote" good neighbor. I was out to gain her trust.

Gigi and I talked about a lot of things over the next few weeks. One thing I found out was she had a fondness for old buildings. It was then that I told her about the old mining shacks. She wanted to go right there and then, but I wanted to make sure everything was ready once I got her up there.

I had been up in the hills for a day and a half, scouting out the area by the lake where the old cabins were. It was perfect for what I had in mind. Gigi was ready to go the next day and it took us almost all
day to hike to the cabins. Along the way every once and awhile, I would poke Gigi in the ribs to get her to move faster. Up to this point I really wasn't sure if Gigi was ticklish or not, but when I poked her ribs she wiggled away from me.

I had made up a story about one of the cabins. I had told that it was once used as the camp's field hospital. I had tied restraints to the legs of the table in hopes that I would be able to get her on the table and tied down. I brought her into the cabin and right away she asked why there were ties on the table legs.

So I said, "Come here and I'll show you." I told her to get on the table, but only after I covered the table with a blanket I had brought with me the day before. I started with her ankles, but her boots had to come off first because the tie was only long enough to tie her ankles. I left her socks on though. I then tied each of her wrists to a table leg. You see, when someone is in pain or wounded, they didn't want the person to move while they worked on them ( so I told,her).

I started to walk around the table thinking of where to start. She asked if I would untie her and I answered, "Oh, we're not through yet."

I stop at her left side and walk my fingers over her ribs. She giggles and tells me to stop. I think not! I reach over with the other hand and start tickling the right ribcage. Now I have her laughing, but not laughing enough, so I start to tickling her under her arms and her ribs. Gigi rocks from side to side. Her laughter is music to my ears.

After 20 minutes or so I stop to let her catch her breath. I then turn my attention to her stocking feet. I gently bend her toes back to keep her from wriggling her soles. I start to lightly tickle her stocking arch of her left foot. She is extremely ticklish on her feet and I start tickling the sole of foot, paying much attention to the middle of her sole. I reach over to her right foot and peel her sock off, leaving just her bare foot for me to tickle-torture. I hold her foot completely still as I dig my fingers into her bare sole. I tickle her arch, the ball of her foot and then the base of her toes as she screams out laughing. Her foot tries to escape my fingers, but my fingers tickle it no matter how much she wiggles.

I reach back over to her left foot and peel the sock of it. Now with both her feet bare I tickle her in hysterics. I tickle her for the next 45 minutes before she passes out. When she wakes up, we're back at her house, in her living room, and she doesn't remember anything about what happened. In fact, she asks me if I still want to go up to the old mining camp.

OH,Yeah !!!!!