Truth be told, Sam wasn't all that ticklish. So her laughter and squirming came more from having fun than from the physical sensation, as it were. There were other kinds of sensations, anyway. Including her new friend desire, which she still had yet to get a handle on, if she was being honest.

Anyway, she played into his hands, digging into his shoulders and kicking with her feet, which ended with her on the floor in an instant. The wig formed a wide halo around her head. She grabbed Danny by the front of his shirt, pulling him down close.

"I yield, I yield!"