Just a few days after the freshmen reasserted their dominance over the Alpha Phi upperclassmen with the chilly underwear parade, a student government meeting saw their plan go into action as Perry Wellington took the podium. Troy and Patrick watched from the small crowd as their fellow Alpha Phi brother prepared to speak, the two freshmen only there to make sure he followed through on the plan. The preppy junior was usually pretty calm and collected but tonight he looked like he could spit fire as he started into the mic. “Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming to another student government meeting, the last one before winter break where we will be addressing next semester’s extra-curricular budget. “To begin, the tennis team will get a 5% increase in their budget which will allow for new rackets, the film club will receive enough funding to purchase a new projector, and lastly…” Perry started as if something was in his throat but a quick look into the crowd to catch Troy’s watchful eye reminded him what was at stake. “Lastly, the debate team will receive full funding. Everything else will remain the same for the spring semester. Thank you” the vice president announced as he stepped away and sat down until the meeting adjourned. 

“Part of me didn’t think he was gonna do it” Patrick said to Troy, the main driving force behind the debate team’s new budget. “Perry’s not as dumb as some of the other upperclassmen; he wants to be president of the university and nothing tanks a campaign like a tickling video” Troy explained with a grin of satisfaction. When the meeting ended Perry was the first one of the officials to start out but was caught by a reporter for the school paper. “Perry, why did you decide to fund the debate team when you’ve been against it for so long?” “I uhh…I realized debate is a cornerstone for politics and as a future politician myself, I think fostering such skills is important” Perry lied as well as he could. “But what changed your mind?” the reporter pressed. “...well, I know there are students at Benson who want to exercise their muscles in that area and how can I expect people to partner with me as the next president if I don’t listen? Thanks, Quentin” Perry answered as he continued out the Ivy room. “Damn he’s good” Patrick added as he overheard the quick Q & A. “That’s why he’ll probably be the next Benson president, one we’ll be able to manipulate whenever necessary” Troy assured as the boys left for the frat house. 

Perry did his best to leave as well but a fellow student government member caught his attention. “Hey, Perry, you got a sec?” “I’m actually on my way back to the house, I still have to pack” “Cool, I’ll walk with you” James volunteered considering his frat house was only a couple down from Alpha Phi. “What’s up?” Perry asked. “This is gonna sound crazy but have you heard that rumor going around about a group of guys running in their underwear the other morning?” “What?? No, I haven’t heard that…who said that?” Perry questioned with a sudden panic he was trying to conceal. “One of the guys at Omega Kappa said somebody told him about it but why would anyone do that? It’s not even pledge week and it’s like, stupid cold in the morning now” James continued. “I don’t know, maybe it’s really just a rumor, you know, somebody just fucking around” Perry tried to dismiss. “Maybe…it just sounded weird and for it to be on our street of all places. I mean it’s not like anybody would do that voluntarily haha” James added with a laugh, prompting Perry to force one out too to avoid suspicion. “Yeah, well just let me know if you hear anything else. See ya, man” the sharp jawed frat boy added as he turned toward the Alpha Phi house, ready to break into a sweat. Could someone have really seen them that morning? Did Devon’s air horn wake up anyone in time to catch them? Even if another frat did, could they make out who they were?? Perry closed the door behind him as the thoughts ran through his head and took a second to catch his breath. “Dude, you look like you saw a ghost” Tommy Stephens added with a laugh at how shaken up Perry seemed. “We have a problem…”

Despite the looming possibility that the Alpha Phi upperclassmen had been spotted jogging in their underwear, possibly outing them as subservient to their own pledges, winter break was upon them which meant they had a whole month without taking orders from teenage pledges. Most of the house had already gone home but there were a handful left, some packing and some hanging around to finish their exams. The leader of the freshmen, Devon sat on his bed talking to Troy when the official president of Alpha Phi walked by. “Tommy, your assistance is needed” Devon called out with a devious grin on his face, hearing the large footsteps stop only to turn back around with obvious reluctance. “Yes?” “Do me a favor and take my shoes and socks off, it’s been a long day” the 18 yr. old instructed while wiggling his feet on the edge of the bed. “…fine” the handsome senior obliged, setting down his own basket of laundry to pry off the sneakers from his master’s size 12s. “There you go, that feels better” “Great” Tommy replied as he stood up to leave. “Oh, don’t forget the socks, I guess I should change them after a few days” Devon pointed out with another cheeky smile. Tommy leaned over and stripped off both socks, the smell of Devon’s cheesy feet hitting Tommy right in the face as he wiggled his toes. 

“Jesus!” “What? They don’t smell good to you?” Devon questioned. “Not really” Tommy answered, doing his best to censor his reply. “Tell me how good they smell” “Seriously?” “Tell me or I’ll make you lick em’ clean for me” Devon challenged with a look of superiority. Big man on campus Tommy Stephens knew he would actually make good on that so he gave in. “They smell great, sir” “Just great?” “Amazing” Tommy assured while clenching his strong jaw. “Thanks, man…maybe I’ll let you really enjoy them when we get back since they smell so good” Devon added as Tommy grabbed his basket and went back to his freshman bedroom to finish packing. “I swear you were a teenage king in another life” Troy joked, still impressed with how much Devon got off on fucking with Tommy. “He deserves it after tickling the shit out of me and then torturing Aidan and Zack like that…plus it’s fun” Devon answered with another evil smirk as Patrick came in.

“I figured you guys would have left by now” the red head added. “Nah, I still have my history final tomorrow” Devon answered. “Yeah, I have an exam too” Troy added. “Cool, I’m just glad I’m not the only one here tonight. This place might get kind of spooky without everybody here” Patrick added with relief. “Well you’re in luck; maybe we can play pool or something tonight between studying” Troy suggested. “Sounds good” Patrick agreed, leaving the bedroom. “Hey, did Tommy seem a little different to you?” Troy asked Devon. “What do you mean?” “I mean he usually talks back more or resists orders like dealing with your rank feet” “Haha maybe he’s finally realized who’s boss” Devon proposed. “I don’t know…could just be the holiday spirit” Troy laughed off, unaware of the rumor that’d freaked Perry out and he’d spread among the upperclassmen. 

Later that night, the three freshmen enjoyed having the house to themselves for the first time, the trio hanging out in the den while Devon and Patrick played pool. “Do we have any of that lasagna left over Dominic made?” Devon asked. “I don’t think so but there should be a couple frozen pizzas left” Troy answered. “Damn, that was the best lasagna I’ve ever had. I can’t believe that big dope than actually cook” the cocky teen added as he scored another shot. “I know, turns out Chad’s laundry skills are better than mine” Troy chimed in with a laugh. “This year has been fucking awesome; I mean what freshmen have ever lived this well their first year in a fraternity?” Patrick added. “I think my favorite part was when we rolled Tommy and Chad in those blankets and tickled their feet. It blows my mind that a rich, GQ looking dick like Tommy is so damn ticklish” Devon added. “I think my favorite part has been Duke’s foot rubs; it may sound weird but that guy’s hands were made to massage feet” Patrick admitted with a laugh. “Making them jog in their underwear was fun and all but I think the best part was the night we got back at them and turned the tables. Something about watching Chad try to fight being so ticklish and the look of disbelief on his face was priceless. I’d still like to get him in those damn Hell Week stock things, maybe as a graduation gift?” Troy proposed with a wicked twinkle in his eye. 

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d handle it as well as you did” Devon teased. “What? You were laughing and freaking out way more than I was” Troy corrected. “No fucking way, I heard you losing your shit. I’m not nearly as ticklish as you” tough guy Devon tried to assure. “That’s bullshit!” Troy fired back, the tension of exam week coming out over the arbitrary argument. “Maybe we should test this out” Patrick interjected. “How?” Devon asked. “Those stocks from Hell Week are still in the basement…we could have a little tickle competition?” Patrick suggested with a grin. “I don’t know, I still have some more studying to do” Troy added. “You’re just worried you’ll lose because you’re the most ticklish” Devon taunted with a smug grin. “Fine, you’re on. Just try not to pee yourself when you lose” Troy replied before Patrick grabbed a few things from around the house and they headed down to the basement. “I almost forgot how wicked these things look” Troy added as the moved into the bottom floor of the Alpha Phi house where many pledge weeks had initiated hundreds of eager freshmen.

“Ready to be locked in?” Patrick asked. “You’re a little too excited for this” Devon added as they stood near two of the diabolical desks. “What if somebody comes in?” Troy questioned with obvious hesitation. “Who’s gonna come in? We’re the only three people who haven’t gone home” Devon reminded. “I guess you’re right” the studious teen agreed as he got onto the desk and placed his ankles in the stocks while Devon did the same. Having their hands free made it a little less scary but as Patrick locked their feet in the stocks in front of them, the reality of being back in the Hell Week bondage hit both freshmen. “There will be five rounds” Patrick announced. “Five?” Devon asked. “Yes, five; each will have a different level of difficulty and whoever laughs first loses the round. Whoever loses the most rounds gets tickled by me and the winner” the ginger laid out with a subtle grin. “…oh shit, what am I doing?” Troy asked under his breath while Devon tried to hide any apprehension he felt. “Oh, before we start…we gotta get rid of these” Patrick pointed out as he quickly tugged off Troy’s brown boots and tube socks; Devon was already barefoot from Tommy’s earlier shoe and sock strip. Having the basement air flow between their toes and across their naked soles made the competition even more real and enticed Patrick to find out who really was the most ticklish. 

“I’m ready unless Troy wants to punk out” Devon teased. “No, I’m good” Troy answered with forced confidence. “Oh, can’t forget the toe ties” Patrick realized before lassoing Devon’s tender big toes to the top of the stocks. “I almost forgot about those” Devon added as his feet were suddenly more vulnerable and Patrick repeated the same thing on Troy’s tan feet so they were perfectly exposed for the tickle test. “Round one is just simple light tickling. Are you guys ready for that?” Patrick asked from his position in front of both neighboring desks. “Yep” “Hell yeah” they agreed before the fellow freshman’s index fingers made contact with their bare feet. Patrick started at the balls of both smooth soles and stroked down with a steady motion, watching Troy bite his lip and Devon do the same, neither of them willing to show any reaction. The two fingers moved slowly back up the teenage feet, still not provoking any laughter and giving the boys a false sense of confidence. 

“I could’ve just studied while you did this” Troy joked at how tamed it was. “We’re just getting started” Patrick pointed out with a grin as he sped up the light tickling, grazing his short nails back down both soles with a little more gusto. Devon gripped the sides of the desk and watched as his toes began to wiggle at the stimulation, a giggle almost slipping out but he wasn’t about to lose to Troy. Patrick’s approach along Troy’s size 11 was already straddling the line between comfortable and ticklish, forcing him to grip the desk as well in an effort to control his reflexive reaction. “Come on…I figured one of you would’ve lost by now” Patrick added, getting a kick out of being the one on that side of the stocks. “It’s…not bad” Devon quickly lied before a laugh could sneak out. “Really? Even light tickling can have a strong effect; it just depends on the technique” Patrick replied as if he had a game plan. Troy braced himself for what their buddy would do after Devon challenged his approach and sure enough the next thing he felt was the index finger zig-zagging across the balls of his foot faster than before but still rather light. 

The brilliant freshman nearly broke at the sudden shift but put focused as hard as he could to keep it inside. However, the back and forth across his buttery sole was enough to make Devon laugh, letting out a quick “AHaOHaa!” before he could stop it, followed by a frustrated “Dammit!” “You’re looking pretty ticklish over there, Devon” Troy taunted with round one in his pocket. “It’s just one round, you still need two more two win and that’s not gonna happen” the cocky blonde assured as he tried to mentally prepare himself for round two. “Five minutes, not bad…but let’s see if you can handle heavier tickling with all fingers” Patrick explained with an even sharper grin, a devious look Duke had seen several times by now. “Anybody need a break?” “Fuck that, let’s go” Devon assured with a desire to prove round one was a fluke. “Yeah, I’m ready” Troy agreed as the ginger set his sights on the terribly tender feet. 

“Commencing round two…” Patrick announced as he descended onto the defenseless feet and proved what ‘heavy tickling’ meant. He raked down both taut soles with all ten fingers, dragging down the rosy flesh from the base of the toes to the heel. He repeated the same motion and could tell they were already on the verge of losing with Troy jerking on the desk and Devon squirming just as much. This would’ve normally gotten both boys howling but the friendly competition kept them quiet, neither of them wanting to be deemed more ticklish than the other no matter how bad it was. “Wow, I think I would’ve laughed by now…” Patrick admitted to fuck with his friends, steadily raking up and down with his dull nails to keep them on edge. “…I especially hate when things speed up” Patrick added as both boys’ eyes grew wide with panic before the vicious fingers started scribbling all over both trapped soles, devouring their bare feet in an effort to break at least one of them. 

Devon put his hand over his mouth and rocked back and forth on the desk like he’d break the stocks while Troy floundered around at the sudden burst of hellacious sensations. Patrick’s hands moved with impressive finesse all over Troy’s handsome foot and Devon’s taffy pink sole, clearly getting the better of the Alpha Phi duo. “Somebody better laugh soon, I’d hate to give one of you a stroke from holding it in…imagine explaining that to the hospital” Patrick continued to narrate as he scribbled and scratched like the upperclassmen had the infamous last night of Hell Week. Almost a minute later his middle finger hit a particular spot right along the top of Troy’s silky arch, triggering a sudden eruption from the history buff he couldn’t contain. “AAohOAhoaOOkKooOKkK!! hOAHaohaoHAOSsTTOooPSTToOoaoaOhOPP!!” “Looks like Devon wins round two” Patrick announced as he pulled away from the desperate foot, watching Troy relax onto the desk and Devon’s face light up. “Hell yeah! I told you” “Don’t get too cocky yet…it’s anyone’s game; I mean you’re both seriously ticklish haha” Patrick reminded with a tickler power trip beginning to emerge. “So are you; I remember you squealing like a little bitch that night” Devon fired back. “But I’m not the one locked in the stocks am I?” Patrick answered with a playful diddle up the other naked foot to remind him. 

“Now for round three I figured I’d try something specific from Hell Week; the string” Patrick announced, holding up the thin white rope like they’d been tortured with months earlier. “You gotta be shittin’ me” Devon added. “I mean if you don’t wanna do it, we can always call it a tie” Troy offered with a smirk. “Yeah right” “Alright then” Patrick added as he started threading the one long string between Devon and Troy’s toes just like the upperclassmen had with them; weaving it between the big and second toe and the last two of each foot. “This is gonna suck” Troy added, gripping the desk again to prepare himself. He’d almost forgotten about the string sawing between his toes that night but it was all coming back to him in more ways than he’d like. “1…2…3” Patrick announced with an eager expression before pulling the string one way and back the other for a steady motion to keep the thick thread moving between the buffet of teenage toes. Devon nearly jumped off the desk at the rush of sensations and pounded into the top like he’d put a hole in the desk. He too had forgotten how uniquely evil the technique was to velvety toes like his. 

“I’m starting to see why they had such a good time that night” Patrick confessed as he watched them lose their shit and he just kept pulling it back and forth. Both boys were ready to punch him dead in the face for how well he was tickling them; they figured he’d go easy or at least be shitty at this but having such a ticklish slave like Duke had made Patrick quite the tickle monster. Troy looked like smoke would come out of his ears and his hands gripped the desk like he’d freak out any minute, doing his best to resist giving in as the tickling seemed to get worse and worse. “How about a little faster?” Patrick suggested, getting a death look from Devon just as the string started sawing between the sensitive toes twice as fast. Devon raged against the stocks like he’d rip the attachment right off the desk and slammed his hands into the top with ticklish frustration, ready to kill Patrick for being such a mean tickler. His bubbly toes hadn’t endured anything close to this since Hell Week and he was beginning to wonder how he endured it that night. Troy wasn’t doing much better, biting his lip almost in half to control the laughter fighting to get out with every passing back and forth of the wildly effective string weaving between his frat boy toes.

“Come on…come on…or not; I can do this as long as it takes” Patrick teased with a flashy smile of pleasure in wrecking his friends but he didn’t have to wait long. “AAhOAHFFuUuCK! AHoAHAOsSTOOpPpSSTTOoOPPP! HOAHoaHAOAAallRRIIGGhHT!! HAOahoAHAOHASSHhiiITT!” Devon exploded, fighting to yank the string out himself before Patrick could even stop pulling. “Look at that…another win for me, who would’ve thought?” Troy taunted as the fun of beating Devon began to diminish the stress of exam week. “Fuck you, dude…that was ridiculous” the blonde admitted as he caught his breath. “I think I realize what I forgot about Hell Week; our hands were tied” Patrick pointed out after seeing Devon try to stop the string himself. “What? I don’t think that’s really necessary” Troy answered. “Yeah, fuck that” Devon added. “Guys, it’s not gonna be the same when one of you win if it’s not like it was during Hell Week” Patrick persuaded. “…whatever, I mean there are only two rounds left. Well one if Devon loses again” Troy agreed. “I’m not losing! Go ahead, Patrick” Devon followed suit, willing to have his hands tied up to prove Troy was indeed the more ticklish one. Patrick quickly cut the string in half with some nearby scissors and used the two pieces to tie their wrists behind their backs and suddenly things felt even more real for the stocked freshmen. 

“This is one hell of a way to start winter break” Troy added with a nervous laugh at their situation, looking back down at the tops of his toes peeking above the stocks. “Just leave this part out when your parents ask about school” Devon replied as Patrick grabbed something from another table in the basement. “Can you believe they left the electric toothbrushes down here from Hell Week?” Patrick announced as the bristled tools only made the boys more anxious. “You’re really pulling out all the stops, aren’t you?” Troy added. “At least you’ll be able to definitively say who’s more ticklish by the end of this; it wouldn’t mean as much if it wasn’t much of a test” Patrick pointed out, holding a brush in each hand as he returned to the trapped feet. “You’re gonna fucking kill us” Devon added with a sigh of anticipation. “Who’s ready for round four?” Patrick asked, not waiting this time for an answer before lowering the vibrating brushes onto the freshmen feet. 

He mirrored the same movement on both feet to keep things fair, starting out by focusing the bristled head along the arch and around the heel in a little pattern. The countless bristles quickly reminded the boys how devilish they were as the brush ends scrubbed across their soft soles, forcing Troy and Devon to writhe in the added bondage. Not being able to hold onto the desks made things even worse, both students jerking and quickly ready to combust with laughter as Patrick cleaned the supple soles. “How lucky are we that the upperclassmen left these down here?” the red head taunted while not missing a beat on either foot. Devon almost hurled a serious ‘fuck you’ at Patrick but knew the second he opened his mouth he’d laugh his head off, forcing him to just buck around and try to last longer than Troy. “I think you guys have a little bit of sock fuzz, let me get that” Patrick generously volunteered before the buzzing brush started scrubbing between their tied toes, almost instantly cracking Troy before he stopped himself. Of course there was no sock fuzz but Patrick wanted to see how this would work and it certainly did, leaving both boys jerking and red-faced with mounting laughter they did their best to keep a lid on. 

“I could always polish your toes while I’m down here” Patrick suggested with an intentionally annoying tone as he started brushing all over each toe, making Devon try to curl his to avoid it but the ties kept them totally vulnerable. The buzzing bristles were particularly maddening to Troy and Devon as Patrick moved the brush down each row of pink toes before suddenly shifting gears and brushing all over both boys’ soles. Devon thought he’d fall off the desk when the bristles kept returning to a spot near his heel but he looked over to see Troy struggling just as much and he did his best to hold out. “I’m kind of impressed…I figured this would be the shortest round yet but you guys have really-” “AoOAhaoAHaooahoAOKKkOHOAHOAoKkAHoaHAOHA OoHOMMyYGGOoODDHAOHAOHA” Troy interrupted with a sudden burst he couldn’t hold in anymore. “…well, almost” Patrick concluded before turning off the brushes. “…shit” Troy let out with frustration. “…2 to 2, get ready to lose” Devon teased with a smile like he’d already won. “That one spot on my foot is the worst…and that damn toothbrush should be outlawed” Troy added, still in disbelief that something that cleans teeth was a weapon of ticklish destruction. “This has taken an interesting turn and there’s only one round left” Patrick pointed out with a grin of excitement. “Get ready to laugh” Devon added with a renewed confidence in his chances. “You first” was all Troy said back, trying to focus up to keep from losing to Devon; he knew he’d never let it go if he did.

“Alright, here we go, round 5” Patrick added as he produced two hair brushes he’d grabbed from upstairs before they came down. “Seriously?” Troy asked. “If I can take all that, I can handle a stupid hair brush” Devon assured as his cocky attitude returned but Troy wasn’t quite as confident after seeing the intimidating brushes. “Commencing round five in 3…2…1!” Patrick announced with genuine interest to see who’d last the longest as he scrubbed both stiff-bristled brushes across his frat brothers’ tempting feet. Troy’s legs jerked against the stocks and the rest of his body floundered like he’d stuck his finger in a wall socket, desperately trying to endure the already hellish tickling. Devon was thrust into the same nightmare as the brush scrubbed across the center of his sole to really get at his creamy arch and the meatier side of his foot. “It’s gonna be a tough call tonight! The mouthy blonde is already bucking like a bull but the book worm looks like he could laugh any minute – who will the winner be?!” Patrick narrated like a sports announcer while working the wicked brushes back and forth on the super ticklish feet. 

Devon wanted to laugh as much as he wanted to kick Patrick’s ass but his ego forced him to resist giving in despite the torturous brush on his foot, cruel enough to wreck any frat guy on campus. The small army of bristles suddenly moved to both the balls of both boys’ feet, sparking an even worse avalanche of sensations almost immediately. Troy was practically bouncing on the desk like a cartoon to avoid laughing but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he did; it was just too ticklish. Only ten seconds after the shift, Patrick grew impatient and started scrubbing even faster to push them into hysterics. Troy’s eyes grew wide again with overload and felt himself losing control when Devon burst with wild laughter beside him. “AAAaOAHAHoAHAOHAAhAOhaaohaoAoOHAOAOhOAHAoAHANNooNNNOO!! nANOOoomMmOOORREEAHaOHAOAHAOHASSTtTOOOPPPP!!” Devon let out with no resistance left, his legs violently jerking to free his foot from the brush’s wrath. “We have a winner! Devon Upman is officially more ticklish than Troy Valdez!” Patrick announced as Troy smiled with victory. “…mother…fucker” Devon added between breaths of bittersweet relief. 

“Well, rules are rules and since Troy won, we get to tickle the loser” Patrick reminded as Devon recalled what he’d agreed to, never imagining he’d be the one who would have to take it. “Come on, guys…Troy won, I lost…we can just leave it at that” the blonde tried to persuade while Patrick untied Troy’s hands and unlocked his ankles. “You mean to tell me if you would’ve won you wouldn’t have tickled me afterwards?” Troy questioned as he stood in front of him. “…no, no way” Devon lied rather poorly as he realized what awaited him and he couldn’t help but worry. He’d been tickled with Troy and he’d tickled alongside Troy but he’d never really been tickled by him. “Consider this an early Christmas gift, something you can think about during break” Troy offered with an eager grin as Patrick moved behind Devon. “Guys, just let me out…we can do whatever you want tonight” “Good because this is exactly what I want to do” Troy answered as he turned on the electric toothbrush and grabbed the hair brush before launching onto both helpless feet. 

“AahoahOAOAASsshHHIiITT!! AHoHAAONnOnNNoOHAOhaoahaohCCCOoomMEEOoNNNAOhaohaohhaooaHA SSTOoOPppSTTOOOPP! AHoahAOHAOhAOahoAAAHoAHAOHAFFFuUuUCCkKk!!” Devon roared like he’d been dying to for all five rounds, flailing around on the desk and struggling in the bondage as if he had any chance of escaping. Troy ran the vibrating head of the toothbrush along the undersides of his right toes with devastating success and scrubbed the hairbrush across the now sweaty balls of the other foot for a truly vicious combo. “I think this was worth getting tickled” Troy teased as he watched Devon laugh and cuss at him. Patrick quickly joined in by plunging into Devon’s lower sides with both hands, kneading into the tight stomach and obliques with a fresh desire to drive him insane. 

“AAHoahoahHAohaoHAFFfUUuCCkKIiNNNGghoahaOhSSTTOoOoPPP!! hAOHAoaHAOhaohaAOhaOOKKkOooKKK!!! AHoaHoAHaohAEENNnOoOUUuGGhHH!!” Devon wailed like a madman, for the first time that night wishing somebody else actually was there to help him. “Just wait, I haven’t even used the string yet” Troy added. “AAHoAHAOnnNoOOoTtthhEE FFFuUUCCkKiIinNGGSSTTRrIiiNnGGAHOAHA!!” “We probably should’ve established a time for how long the loser would get tickled…oh well” Troy pointed out with an evil smile at his bumbling friend before suddenly switching so the hairbrush was on the other foot and the merciless toothbrush was scrubbing away all over the left sole. “oHAOAHOHAOiiIHHHAAAatTTEEyYOoOUUUGGUUuyyYSSHAOAHOAHA!!!” Devon laughed for the next hour or so with no way to stop them or fight back, his hilarious reaction loud enough for the rest of the mostly empty Greek street to hear; proof that he was indeed the most ticklish.