Like the snake he was, Mr Greystone wrapped his huge hands around my waist, acting like he was going to carry me off the stool.
"Wait wait wait. You don't have to—" I tried talking but his fingers tickled me. Without meaning to, I giggled like a silly lovesick teenager.
"What were you saying?" He asked with a cunning smile. Saying a word was difficult because of the overwhelming ticklish feeling that spread all over my body. When he stopped, I hit him on the shoulder.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"You mean why did I stop? Don't worry baby. I can always do it again if you want." He said with a smug smile that I wanted to wipe off his face.
"No!" I screamed, horrified when he almost made an attempt to tickle me again. When I screamed, I had almost fallen off the tall stool that was probably made for tall people.