February 1, 2007
The teasing is like a simple tickle at first. Light, whispery, giddy. No threat. "Oh, stop!" -- a concession to protestation. Soon the teases accelerate into taunts, and, just like a foot grabbed between the relentless hands of a tickler hellbent on producing screams and tears, your emotions are held captive, in the hands of the sadist whose satisfaction comes only in the form of your agonized outburst and surrender. As a defense, you laugh instead, struggle to free yourself, pretending the whole time that your fight is just a fanciful part of the game. Never reward them with tears.