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The Barefoot Antics

Picture this: New Year's Day at my grandparents' house, and I'm back from college. The whole family is gathered in the kitchen, but there I am, glued to the football game in the living room. Enter my Aunt Alex, a tall, puffy-haired blonde, donned in a sweater and jeans, and rocking a pair of open-toe, open-back bedroom slippers. Her feet were bare beneath those slippers, a fact I noted almost absentmindedly.

Now, Aunt Alex and I had a longstanding tradition of playfully fighting over the TV remote. No remote, just a clunky dial to switch channels. As she knelt down in front of the TV to tinker with the channels, her slippers slipped sideways, revealing most of her bare soles. A usual squabble over the TV ensued, escalating into a play-fight and a bit of wrestling – and here's where it gets interesting.

Remarkably, nobody else in the family seemed to pay much attention to our antics, except for the family dog. I found myself pulling Aunt Alex away from the TV by her legs, still clutching onto her as I sat on the couch. Laughter filled the air as we tussled, and the idea of tickling her crossed my mind.

Drawing one of her legs closer, I crossed and closed my legs over her calf, effectively trapping her foot. I seized the moment, removed her slipper, and playfully pretended to engage the dog in a game of fetch. Little did Aunt Alex know, tickling her was now at the forefront of my thoughts.

Two fingers on her vulnerable, bare arch, and the laughter erupted.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Stahhhp It!!! Hahahhahahahahahahahaha"

Her laughter had a unique ticklish tone, devoid of panic or screams, more like the joyous laughter of someone hearing a great joke. Even her protests maintained the same even tone. The tickling was working, and I persisted.

"Hahahahahahah Stop Stahhhp Hahahahahaha Rose! (calling for help from my mom) Hahahahahah!!!"

Desperate to free herself, she attempted to pry out with her free foot, but I caught that one too.

"NoNoNOoooooohahahahahahahahaha."

Eventually, she wriggled free, spinning around so her feet were out of my reach. Had she been wearing her usual pantyhose, I might never have let go.

And that's the tale of the barefoot encounter. Stay tuned for the next one, where Aunt Alex seeks revenge and targets my mom's ticklish feet. Revenge, as you'll soon discover, was not only sweet but also ticklishly entertaining.