Tickle Tipson Novels & Stories

Phillip is starting to panic; I can see it in his face. "I don't know the answer to any of those questions," he admits, his voice soft in the room. From beside me, I hear Trick's voice. No one has told him he can speak, but that's never stopped him before. "Her favorite color is pink, she plays piano like nobody's business, Tux is her cat, and she lives in her Converse. You should be ashamed of yourself for having this kid at your fingertips and not taking the time to get to know what an amazing little girl she is."

"His been banished 10 years ago. If we can win the uprising, I'm sure him coming back won't be a big issue." "I hope so." I said as Yoké started playing with my earlobe. I giggled. "Stop that, it tickles." "The more reason to..." I laughed and ran out of his arms. I went to stand away from him. He laughed. "How did you escape me so quick?" I continued laughing. "Come here, Genises." He told me opening up his arms. "No." I shook my head. "I won't tickle you anymore." He told me gesturing to me to come to him.