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| Judge Wilson, was awakened from her sleep by what she thought was an itch at her nose. She tried to scratch it, but fond that she couldn�t move her arm. She opened her eyes to find a figure hovering over her bed wearing a grinning clown mask and peering into her face. Maureen let out a scream and tried to leap from the bed, but again, she couldn�t budge. She�d been lashed to her bed from shoulders to ankles with ropes. She was still underneath the cover save for her bare feet.
�What do you want?� Maureen sputtered. �Just take whatever you want!� The figure said nothing, but moved down to the foot of the bed. He was wearing all black except for the mask. Maureen�s eyes widened when she saw a feather unsheathed. �NOOOOOO!� she screeched, toes curling instinctively. �Don�t tickle my feet!� The clown bent over and lightly brushed the ball of Maureen�s foot. �OH!� she gasped before cackling hysterically. Apparently, Maureen�s feet were extremely sensitive. The light touches the clown kept applying to her ball had Maureen going wild. She kept trying to yank her foot away, but of course it was of no use. �WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! STOP! STOP IT! CHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! QUIT TICKLING MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!� Maureen�s toes wiggled like mad with her foot waving about like a flag fluttering in the wind. The clown moved to Maureen�s arch, again, applying just the slightest touch as he stroked. �OOOOSH!� Maureen said |
| with a lurch. The new spot prompted an increased intensity from Maureen�s laugh. The teasing seemed to be having a wondrous effect on her�at least from the clown�s perspective.
�PLEASE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! QUIT IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!� Over the next few minutes, the clown�s light teasing slowly graduated to a more aggressive approach, reducing her laugh to a squeak. Her body thrashed around as much as it could, given the constraints of the ropes. Maureen could hardly believe that she was going through so much agony being tickled on just one foot. Just as she thought she would pass out, the clown stopped tickling and pulled out a can of spray paint. �Devon is that you?� Maureen panted. The clown held a finger to his grinning plastic lips as he shook the can, then proceeded to coat Maureen�s sole with a heavy layer of bright red paint. |
| Judge Maureen Wilson |
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