Talk:Hellhound/@comment-27303410-20160413210250/@comment-28027028-20160413215419

I drop my drink, I sprint uptairs, I fail, I'm pulled downstairs and into the master bedroom closet. I brace myself for a relentless tickle assault. She never stops until I give her what she wants.

"You got caught by the tickle monster Puddin'!" She exclaims, removing my shirt just to attack my underarms with tickles. I start laughing uncontrollably. She keeps going. I beg her to stop. She ignores my pleas. I try to get away, she starts tickling my feet. I can't take any more. I struggle to unzip my pants. The sound causes her to stop.

"I'mma tickle you even better now Puddin..." She coos happily as she starts getting rid of my trousers.

Our daughters hear us from the other end of the house. The younger one looks to the older one and says, "She caught daddy!" The older daughter returns the victorious glance. "We win then!" She says and they both go make sandwiches for themselves.