Tickled Pink and Tortured Well

"I'll tickle you right now, and skip my meeting, if you agree that we kissed with 50/50 effort from each of us," he proposed.

"Seriously?" I was not about to be hustled that easily!

"40/60," he bargained, "but let us not forget which one of us spent hours trying to scrub all the pink off of his face before work this morning."

"Well," I tried not to giggle, "I guess I can agree to that, based on a sympathy vote."

"You little shit," he grinned and leaped forward. Pinning me to the floor he teased, "I hope your knees aren't ticklish, you naughty brat!"

He tickled me into submission, without fail, turning us both pink with laughter.