Many years ago as a child, I had a weird and wonderful dream about a woman in a large pink dress looking down at the foot of an Asian man wearing a blue suit and silver loafers without socks. After giving a short speech about tickling, the woman would tickle the man in several parts of him out of view (it was entirely viewed on the man’s foot and the woman in front of it) with a large pink feather tickler. Despite being pretty much completely covered from the suit, I could hear the man giggling in a high pitched voice and his foot always stayed perfectly still on the floor, without the slightest twitch. After a few quick tickles, the lady decided to tickle his toes and, like magic, slipped off his loafer without moving the foot at all. Then I think she got a dab of message cream and then rubbed the end of his foot for a few seconds with each hand… and then I think that’s when I woke up! Anyway, I’ve never forgotten that dream and I’m always devising new stories for it with many different characters and I’ve even done it personally on some younger children back in my youth. But now I’ve found a place to publish it (in a more realistic and complete way). Hope you enjoy it!