Alsjeblieft niet de borstel: stiefmoeder ingepakt en voet gekieteld

How is it that I always get myself into these ticklish situations? Tied up, blindfolded, completely helpless, and moments away from having my soft, pampered soles ravished with tickles until I'm a giggling mess… (Right about now I'm really wishing that I didn't decide to wear these warm, fuzzy slippers all day!)  Myles must be over the moon about it though! I did find it really odd that he didn't try to take them off the whole time we we're hanging out and having drinks… Usually, the first thing he does when we hang out, is to try and get me barefoot! Guess I know why now.