Father Fred stopped and looked at Stacey; so beautiful now, so much like he used to see her when she was very young. Her lovely arms tied out to the sides and her beautiful bare feet extended towards him, he felt as if these treasures were offerings for him and the church. He began to feel a spiritual awakening that he needed to share with this girl.
"If you spell 'scared' sideways....it's 'sacred," he spouted like an old tailpipe.
Stacey's eyes opened wide as she saw his fingers, all ten wiggling, touch down on her two, bare soles. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and screamed. She screamed and screamed and laughed and coughed so violently that Father Fred thought he heard her speak in tongues. The thought of speaking in tongues intrigued him and he bent down to 'tongue' between her toes.
Poor Stacey was beyond laughter. The tickling was beyond torture. It was Hell! He licked up her sole and, through her ticklish torment, Stacey thought she saw the old priest turn into Satan himself. His long, red tongue split in two as one side tickled her feet and the other crept up her dress to tickle her clitoris.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle!!!! Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!" Father Fred sang to the tune of "Let us bless this day".
The priest sang as he tickled the beautiful bound Stacey Foxworthy. Stacey sang her laughter as it filled the hallowed halls.
At the same time, in another part of town, Jeff Clark filled an order of 5 penny nails for Mrs. Hartford. Mrs. Foxworthy ran from a yellow jacket that was chasing her.
Suddenly, Father Fred felt the 'holy water' gushing forth. When he looked up, Stacey had a halo.
"That really tickled!" she said in a voice that sounded like it came out of Melrose Place. Father Fred fell back into his chair. It made a farting sound.