“I take it back!” I squealed, twisting and turning. “You’re not pretty—ahhhhh, Johnny, I can’t—you’re sexy! You’re sexy, okay? Ah, ah, mercy. I scream mercy!” “I show no mercy,” he snickered, slipping his head under the hem of my shirt and upping his efforts. “Your leg kicks out when I tickle you here,” he chuckled, tickling my ribs. “That’s so weird.”
