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“Hey, now. We’re even!” he cried. “And if you don’t stop, I’ll be forced to up the ante and tickle you.” His arms held me snugly against him, restricting my ability to fight back. “Tickle me and—” That was as far as I got before his fingers began to squeeze the soft part of my leg just above my knee. I squealed and laughed, writhing from his torturous tickling. “Giovanni Capelli, you stop right now, or I’m going to pee in this hot tub.” A riot of voices objected, and Gio let me go. I drifted back to my spot and attempted to glower at my friend, but a treacherous smile forced its way through and gave me away. Gio just winked, knowing I wasn’t at all mad. Conversation resumed, and I relaxed back, taking one small peek at the window. Murderous eyes stared out, but they were no longer trained
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