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“Hold still Spencer!” Tessa says with a wide smile as she is trying to paint on her friend’s chest. “I can’t help it! This tickles! Haha!” Spencer says as his body wobbles around and lets out some giggles. “Oh really? I would’ve never guessed that!” Tessa replies back. She uses a paint brush to trace along Spencer’s chest with sky-blue paint being placed on his skin. The shirtless boy looks down at Tessa’s brush as she drags it down Spencer’s chest then curves it to the right along the top part of his belly. “Now we’re at your belly Spencer! Bet this will tickle more!” Tessa says with a bright smiling face. “It does! Hahahahahahahaha!” Spencer laughs harder as the two fifteen-year-olds are enjoying this activity. Seeing the paint on Spencer’s body it now becomes evident that Tessa has been painting the letter S onto his whole abdomen. “Almost done!” says Tessa as Spencer continues laughing “Hahahahahah!” The lower part of the S gets finished being spread onto Spencer’s lower belly.

Big shout out to @jahlilo for suggesting some elements for this story! Eleven-year-old Danny relaxed in the living room lying down on a couch watching Netflix as he was munching on some popcorn in his mouth. The boy’s older sister, fourteen-year-old Kaite, walks into the living room putting her hands on her hips and giving an evil glare at her younger brother. “Danny why did you open the coke bottle before my slumber party tonight!” Kaite looks angry as her little brother turns his head giving an innocent look on his face. “Movies are more entertaining when eating snacks and drinking soda.” Danny replies as he puts a few more pieces of popcorn in his mouth. A large cup with a tiny bit of coke is seen set aside on the table in front of Danny as Kaite’s frustrated eyes are fixated on her little brother’s cup. “You definitely had more than one cup from looking at the bottle. How many cups of coke did you have?!” Kaite interrogates her little brother. “Maybe……four.” Danny says starting

{All characters involved are 18+} A gentle brushing against Garret’s foot stirred him awake. He was still in his clothes for the day, a comfortable pair of shorts and a Batman tee shirt. His head swam a little while he woke to a light, scratching sensation against the bottom of his foot. Delicate giggles escaped his lips. He squirmed against his bed, nearly rolling over onto an idle Nintendo Switch sitting beside him. He must have fallen asleep while playing. But his attention was elsewhere. He woke to a delicate tickling teasing his bare foot, laying down by where his older sister sat. He looked to her as he giggled. “Heheeheehey,” Garret said, sitting up and brushing his hair out of his face. “Wakey wakey,” Ariah said back to him. She had a mature look to her while still conducting herself with a youthful tendency toward mischief and trouble. Black hair hung down the back of her shoulders in waves. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him. “Wh-heeheeheee-whahahat are you

Big shout out to @Magicianboy14 for suggesting this idea to me for another Tessa tickler story! Night-time has come as summer activities are now occurring indoors. Thirteen-year-old Barry and Ten-year-old Peter are in the living room playing video games with their good friend and neighbor, Fifteen-year-old Tessa. They’ve palled around with each other for years and Tessa has come to visit the two boys for a sleepover as both of their parents are away for the next couple of days. They continue having fun, or at least Barry and Peter are, playing superhero video games as they are literally kicking Tessa’s but match after match. Barry is playing as The Flash, Peter is playing as Spider-Man, and Tessa is playing as Spider-Gwen in the video game. They’ve ganged up on her as she is getting punched back and forth in between The Flash and Spider-Man. Tessa has a bored look on her face as this has been happening for over an hour of her not having any fighting chance against her opponents. She

Caleb Mohr, a timid boy with a ticklish belly, approached the house with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It was his first time at a slumber party, and all because the girls thought he was cute. He adjusted his bag nervously as he neared the door, feeling self-conscious about the fact that he was the only boy invited. The nervous butterflies in his stomach threatened to overwhelm him as he knocked on the door. "It's just me," he called, his voice sounding higher-pitched than usual. A group of giggling girls answered the door, their eyes wide with delight when they saw him. "Oh my gosh, you're here!" exclaimed one of them, Bella. She was the one who had invited him, and Caleb couldn't help but blush at her obvious admiration. "Come on in, everybody! This is gonna be so much fun!" As he entered the house, he noticed that it was decorated with streamers and balloons, creating a festive atmosphere. The girls ushered him into the bedroom where they had set up the sleeping bags and pillows. They immediately began to help him unpack his things and get settled in. Caleb felt a little overwhelmed by their attentiveness, but he couldn't deny that it was kind of cute. After they had everything organized, they all sat down on the floor, chatting and laughing as they waited for the other girls to arrive. As more of the girls started to show up, the atmosphere in the room became more charged with excitement. They all began to play truth or dare, and it wasn't long before Caleb became the focus of most of the dares. He reluctantly accepted each one, feeling a mix of embarrassment and flattery. After a few rounds, Bella, who had been eyeing him the whole time, came up with a particularly daring idea. "Dare," Caleb said not wanting to look like a chicken. Bella then said, with her voice seeming very excited, "I dare you... to change into a speedo and stay like that for the rest of the night." The room went silent for a moment, and Caleb felt a combination of heat and panic wash over him. He knew he couldn't refuse the dare, but the idea of being seen in such little clothing by all of these girls was mortifying. Reluctantly, he stood up and started to undress, trying to do it as quickly as possible. As he slipped off his shirt and pants, he felt more and more exposed, and his embarrassment grew. Finally, he put on the tiny swimsuit, revealing his pale, hairy legs and his ticklish belly. The girls giggled and cooed, calling him cute and adorable. Caleb couldn't help but feel even more self-conscious. The night continued with more dares and games, but Caleb couldn't shake off the feeling of being on display. He tried to hide his ticklishness, but the girls were too observant. They noticed how he would flinch or twitch when they got too close to his belly, and it only made them more curious. As the night wore on, Bella, who had been eyeing him all evening, couldn't resist any longer. "Caleb, let me see your abs," she said, her voice soft and seductive. Caleb hesitated, but the other girls egged her on. "Come on, it's not like we haven't seen them already," they teased. Reluctantly, he agreed, and as he bent over, Bella's fingers found their way to his exposed skin. She gave his belly a playful poke, and Caleb jerked back, covering his midsection with his hands. "Are you ticklish?" she asked, amused. Caleb swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He forced a confident smile and lied, "No, I'm not ticklish." Bella raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on his exposed midsection. "Are you sure?" she teased. "Because you seemed to jump pretty easily just now." Caleb gulped, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "I'm positive," he insisted, trying to maintain his composure. "Now, why don't we get back to the game?" He forced a smile, hoping they wouldn't push the issue any further. But Bella wasn't about to let it go that easily. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached out and gently traced her finger along the line of his navel, right above his speedo. Caleb's breath hitched, and his muscles tensed involuntarily. "Maybe if I touch you here..." she murmured, her voice husky. Before he could react any further, she pressed her finger harder against the sensitive skin, eliciting another shriek of laughter and ticklishness from him. This time, it was more of a squeal as he arched his back, trying to get away from her touch. The other girls watched with amusement, some of them exchanging knowing glances. "I thought you said you weren't ticklish," Bella teased. Caleb groaned, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm not," he insisted weakly. "It's just... it tickles." Bella smiled teasingly. "I don't know…" "It seems like you're really ticklish to me." Caleb groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I hate this," he muttered, still trying to catch his breath. The other girls laughed, some of them nudging him playfully. "Come on, admit it," Bella insisted, her voice low and seductive. "It's kind of cute." The room grew silent for a moment, as if they were all waiting for his response. Caleb hesitated, feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment well up inside him. "Fine," he sighed, finally giving in. "I am ticklish. Okay? Happy now?" The other girls erupted into a cacophony of laughter and cheers, high-fiving each other and giving Caleb playful pats on the back. Bella grinned triumphantly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, reaching out to poke his exposed belly once more. "Okay, okay," one of the other girls said, trying to calm everyone down. "Enough about that. Let's drop the whole ticklish thing and just enjoy the rest of the night." With that, they gathered up their blankets and pillows, and followed Bella out of the bedroom. As they entered the living room, they found a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and a few movies lined up to choose from. The girls quickly settled in, with some curling up on the couch and others spreading out on the floor. Caleb found himself sitting next to Bella, feeling a bit self-conscious about his exposed midsection. "So, what do you guys want to watch?" asked one of the girls. The group debated for a while before finally deciding on a romantic comedy. As the movie started, they all laughed and talked, but Caleb couldn't help but feel like bella was secretly thinking about his ticklishness. As the movie progressed, Caleb found himself getting more and more comfortable with the group. He even started to relax a bit and enjoy their company. The girls were all so different, but they seemed to get along really well. It was nice to just sit back and be a part of their little world, even if he was the only boy there. At one point during the movie, Bella leaned over and whispered something in his ear. "What's that?" he asked, pretending to look confused. "Oh, nothing," she replied with a smirk. "I just thought you might like some popcorn." He gratefully accepted the bowl of popcorn, and as he reached for a handful, his fingers brushed against her own. It was a small touch, but it sent a shiver down his spine. As the movie continued, the other girls began to get more and more comfortable as well. They laughed loudly at the on-screen antics, and some even snuggled up closer to one another on the couch. Despite the fact that he was the only boy there, Caleb didn't feel as self-conscious anymore. He found himself laughing along with the girls and even participating in some of their inside jokes. But Bella's presence beside him was a constant reminder of his ticklishness. Every time she shifted position or brushed against him, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. She seemed to be enjoying the game they were playing, but he couldn't help but wonder what she had planned for him later on. The other girls continued to watch the movie, oblivious to the tension that seemed to be building between them. Finally, one of them suggested a tie up game to pass the time. The girls all cheered, eager for a new activity to liven up the party. They nominated Caleb to be the one tied up, since he was the only boy there. "Okay, let's tie him up over there," one of the girls said, pointing to the empty bed in the corner of the room. The other girls giggled as they helped Caleb onto the bed, spreading him out and expertly tying him down with their belts and scarves. They gasped and clapped as they finished, admiring their handiwork. "There he is, our helpless captive," one of them exclaimed, laughing. "Now what should we do with him?" They all turned to Bella, who had been watching Caleb with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think..." Bella began, her voice low and seductive. "I think we should let me have some fun with him." The other girls giggled, nudging each other and exchanging knowing glances. Caleb felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation wash over him. He couldn't help but wonder what Bella had in mind, but he also felt a strange thrill at the thought of her touching him again. He bit his lip, trying to remain composed as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest. The other girls, sensing the tension in the air, decided to leave the room, giving Bella and Caleb some alone time. They filed out quietly, giggling and whispering amongst themselves, promising to be back soon. The door closed with a soft click, and the room fell silent. Caleb lay there, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to prepare himself for whatever she might do. Bella leaned in close, her breath warm against his neck. "Are you scared, Caleb?" she whispered, her voice husky. "Because you look really scared." Caleb tried to steady his breath, feeling his heart race. "I-I'm not scared," he stammered, forcing a confident tone. "I'm just not used to this, is all." Bella smiled, tracing her finger along the line of his jaw. "Oh, I think you are," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I think you're terrified of me touching your ticklish spot." Caleb squirmed beneath her, his eyes darting back and forth, trying to think of something to say. But every time he opened his mouth, all that came out was a stuttered sound. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as Bella leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. "Are you really that ticklish?" Caleb swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He forced a shaky laugh, trying to sound nonchalant. "I-I don't know, Bella. I've never really been tickled before." Bella raised an eyebrow, her expression amused. "Oh, really?" she teased, leaning closer. "Then why do you look so terrified when I talk about it?" Her fingers trailed down his chest, brushing against his exposed skin, making him shiver. "Or maybe you're just nervous because you know you're going to be tickled?" Caleb's heart raced, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He could feel the heat rising in his face, and he knew he couldn't hide his fear any longer. "I-I'm not nervous," he stammered, trying to sound confident. "I just... don't like being tickled, okay?" Bella smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, really?" she said, leaning in even closer. "Well, then you might want to brace yourself, because I'm about to tickle you for real." Caleb felt a wave of panic wash over him as he realized there was no escape. He tried to squirm away from her, but she was too strong, too confident. "No, please," he begged, his voice trembling. "Don't do this." Bella chuckled softly, her fingers dancing across his exposed skin. "Oh, but I will," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "I've always wanted to see how ticklish you really are." Caleb squirmed beneath her, his entire body tense with fear. He tried to push her away, but she was stronger than him, her weight pinning him down. "Please, Bella," he begged, his voice breaking. "I don't want this." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck. "But you're going to get it," Caleb squirmed and twisted, trying to escape her grasp, but it was no use. Bella's grip was firm, and she seemed to be enjoying the power she had over him. "B-Bella, please," he stammered, his voice cracking. "Don't do this." She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Oh, but I will," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "I've always wanted to see how ticklish you really are." Caleb's whole body tensed, his muscles coiled in anticipation of the coming pain. He tried to twist his head away from her, but she was too strong, too determined. He let out a small whimper as she slowly, methodically, began to rake her nails across his sides. "Oh, Caleb," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "You are so ticklish." Her touch was light at first, just barely grazing his skin, but it was enough to send shivers down his spine. He squirmed beneath her, his body jerking erratically as she continued her assault. The laughter that had been building up inside him finally escaped in a high-pitched squeal. He threw his head back, tears streaming from his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. Bella's fingers danced over his sides, finding the perfect spots to elicit his reaction. "Oh, you ticklish little thing," she cooed, her voice full of delight. Caleb's body felt like it was on fire. His armpits were burning from the contact, and every nerve ending was screaming in agony. He could feel his muscles tensing, preparing for another assault. "Please, Bella," he begged, his voice barely audible over his own sobs. "Please stop." But Bella only laughed, her mirthful laughter echoing through the room. "Oh, no," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't had enough yet." With a wicked grin, she leaned forward, her breath hot against his neck. "I think I'll start with your armpits." Her fingers danced across his smooth skin, digging into his tender flesh. Caleb let out a high-pitched shriek, his body jerking wildly beneath her. "Please, Bella, stop!" he begged, his voice breaking. But she only laughed harder, her nails raking across his sensitive skin with even more force. His armpits felt like they were on fire, and he could feel the sting of her nails everywhere she touched. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Bella seemed to be enjoying his helplessness, her grin widening with every whimper and moan he let out. "Oh, you're so ticklish," she purred, moving her fingers lower, tracing the line of his ribs. His stomach muscles tensed as she neared his belly button, and he let out a yelp when she finally brushed against it. "Ah, there it is," she murmured, circling it with her index finger. "So ticklish." Caleb squirmed beneath her, his face beet red with embarrassment. He tried to push her away, but she held him down, her body pinning him to the bed. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Oh, you're so ticklish," Bella cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. She continued to spider her fingers up and down his belly. Every touch set off a wave of laughter and squirming. "I can't believe how ticklish you are," she teased, leaning in closer. "It's like you're made of ticklish flesh." Caleb writhed beneath her, his face a crimson red. "Please, Bella," he gasped between laughs. "Please stop." But it was no use; she was too strong, too determined. She laughed, enjoying the power she had over him. Her fingers danced across his belly, finding the most ticklish spots, digging into his skin. Caleb felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in agony. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't think straight. "You're so ticklish," she purred, leaning in closer. "I've never met anyone this ticklish before." Her touch was merciless, relentless. She moved lower, tracing the line of hair leading to his groin. Caleb felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment as she neared his most private area. He tried to squirm away, but she held him down easily, her weight pinning him to the bed. "Oh, Caleb," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You're so ticklish down here too." Her fingers brushed against the soft hair at the base of his belly, making him shudder. He tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't help but watch as her hand moved closer, closer, to his most sensitive spot. Bella's touch was light, almost teasing, as she traced circles around his navel, teasing his skin with her fingertips. Caleb felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. He couldn't believe how vulnerable he felt, how exposed. Her fingers moved lower still, brushing against the soft hair at the base of his shaft, making him shudder with a mixture of pleasure and pain. He tried to twist away from her, but it was no use; she held him down easily, her weight pinning him to the bed. Her touch was feather-light, but it sent shockwaves of ticklishness through his entire body. "Oh, you're so ticklish," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. "I could tickle you all night." Her hand moved up and down, brushing against his most sensitive skin, making him writhe and squirm beneath her. Caleb felt helpless, his muscles tense and trembling with the effort to resist her touch. "Please, Bella," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own laughter. "Please stop." But she only laughed, a soft, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers danced across his skin, finding the perfect spots to make him squirm. She moved lower, her breath hot against his chest as she cupped his left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The sensation was both strange and intensely ticklish. "Oh, you're so ticklish," she whispered, giving it a gentle tug. He arched his back, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to get away from her touch. Bella laughed, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. She released his nipple only to grab the other one, squeezing it gently between her fingers. Caleb let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as the ticklish sensation overwhelmed him. "Ah, you're really ticklish here," she murmured, moving her hand up and down between his nipples. Her touch was so light, but it was driving him wild with pleasure and pain. He tried to twist away from her, but she held him down easily, her weight pinning him to the bed. His muscles tensed and relaxed, trying to find some sort of relief from the onslaught of ticklishness. "Oh, Caleb," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. "You're just so cute when you squirm like that." She laughed, a soft, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers continued their dance across his belly, digging into his tender flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Caleb groaned, his muscles tense and trembling under her touch. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he struggled to catch his breath, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. "Bella," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of their laughter. "Please, stop." But Bella only smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I couldn't possibly," she teased, her fingers dancing across his skin. "You're just too cute when you squirm like that." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck. "And I just love tickling your tummy." Caleb arched his back, his muscles tensing as he tried to pull away from her touch. But it only seemed to fuel her determination. With a soft laugh, she pressed her body against his, trapping him beneath her weight. Her fingers moved faster, digging into his flesh with just the right amount of pressure. "Tickle tickle tickle!" she chanted, her voice low and sultry. "Tickle Tickle Tickle!" Her breath fanned across his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He squirmed helplessly beneath her, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to escape her touch. Bella's fingers dug into his flesh, tickling him mercilessly. She laughed, a soft, cruel sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, you're so ticklish!" she exclaimed, her breath warm against his neck. "I could tickle you all night long!" Caleb squirmed beneath her, his muscles tense and trembling with the effort to resist her touch. "Please, Bella," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of their laughter. "Please stop." But it was no use; she was too strong, too determined. Her fingers danced across his skin, finding the most ticklish spots, digging into his flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Caleb felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in agony. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't think straight. "I could tickle you all night long," she teased, her voice low and sultry. "But I think I'll save that for later." With a wicked grin, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "For now, how about I focus on your belly button?" Caleb's heart raced as he felt her fingers brush against the skin surrounding his belly button. "N-no, please," he stammered, his voice shaking. "Not the belly button!! Anywhere but the belly button!!!" Bella laughed, her amusement only fueling his terror. "Oh, Caleb," she cooed, running her fingers lightly over his exposed flesh. "You're so cute when you beg." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers danced around the edge of his belly button, teasing him mercilessly. "Too bad, because I'm going to tickle it anyway," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. Before Caleb could respond, she slowly inserted her index finger into his belly button, wiggling it around inside. The sensation was both strange and intensely ticklish, sending shivers of laughter and pain through his entire body. He arched his back, trying to get away from her touch, but she held him down easily, her weight pinning him to the bed. "Oh, Caleb," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. "You're so ticklish down here." Her finger moved faster, digging into his flesh as she tickled his belly button. He tried to close his eyes, but he couldn't help but watch as her hand moved up and down, up and down, her long fingers digging deeper and deeper into his ticklish flesh. Her other hand moved up to cover his mouth, pressing firmly against his lips. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice both soft and commanding. "I don't want the others to hear you." Caleb felt a surge of panic rise in his chest as he realized she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He tried to wriggle free, but she held him down easily, her weight pinning him to the bed. With her free hand, she pulled off a strip of duct tape and swiftly secured it over his mouth, effectively silencing his laughter and squeals of ticklishness. His eyes widened in surprise and fear as he felt the sticky tape press against his lips, trapping his cries inside. Bella smiled, her gaze meeting his, unapologetic and even a little amused. Her fingers continued to dance across his exposed flesh, tickling his belly button with unrelenting fervor. She wiggled her finger deeper inside his navel, her touch sending shivers of pleasure and pain through his entire body. Caleb thrashed and bucked beneath her, his muscles tense and trembling with the effort to escape her grasp. Bella laughed, a soft, husky sound that seemed to fuel his desperation. "Oh, Caleb," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "You're just so ticklish." Her touch was featherlight, but it was like electricity coursing through his veins. Every nerve ending in his midsection was on fire, and he couldn't help but writhe in agony beneath her touch. Her fingers danced around the rim of his belly button, teasing and tickling with expert precision. "You're just so cute when you squirm like that," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I could tickle you like this all night long." Caleb felt his muscles tensing and relaxing in response to her touch, his body caught in a tug-of-war between the pleasure and pain of her ministrations. Her breath was warm against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. As she continued to tease his belly button, she occasionally glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Caleb," she whispered, "I've always thought your belly button was the cutest thing about you." She paused, her finger moving in a slow, teasing circle around the edge of his belly button. "It's just so... perfect. And it's right here, just begging to be tickled." Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers down his spine. He felt his body tensing and relaxing in response to her touch, his muscles twitching under her expert manipulation. Her breath was warm against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. "I could tickle you all night long," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "But for now, why don't we focus on your wrists?" Caleb's heart skipped a beat as he felt her fingers in his navel, his cuffed wrists becoming red the more he struggled. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers of anticipation and fear down his spine. He tried to pull away, but the handcuffs held him fast. Bella chuckled softly, leaning in closer. "You know," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "I've always had a thing for boys who are tied up. There's something so sexy about their helplessness." Her other hand slid up his torso, brushing against his chest and neck. "And you, Caleb, are the most ticklish boy I've ever met. Imagine how much fun it's going to be when I tickle you all night long." As she spoke, Bella left the room, her footsteps light but confident as she disappeared into the hallway. Caleb lay there, his heart pounding in his chest, his body tense and trembling with anticipation and fear. He struggled against the cuffs, his wrists burning with the effort, but to no avail. He was terrified by the idea of what she might to do to him next. To be continued…..