40. F is for
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Pet has been tickling me for the past ten minutes and not letting me sleep.
“Stop it!” I shriek and try to get away from her.
“Alphabet F is all about forcing yourself. Consider it your lesson, forced cuddles.” I am sure she is grinning. After turning off the lamp, room is pitch dark and I am unable to spot her properly.
When she tries to tickle me again on the sides, I throw a pillow in her face. She giggles like a little girl.
“You are fun. Saying no but wanting more and more.”
“No.. I don’t want more… I will die of laughter,” I complained. “For God’s sake, let me sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.” I tell her and she finally stops.
“Okay. I will stop now,” she says, breathing heavily and we lay in bed in silence.
“What else comes with F?” I
