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Scientists are evil!

"NO! Please, not my bellybutton!!!" You plead.

"It's job to tickle!" She replies. "Although, I could use a cute assistant like you. Right now, all I have are two girls about your age to help me."

"Fine! Anything!" You cry, and she smiles warmly. Although she doesn't tickle your navel (thank goodness!), she doesn't hesitate to dig her fingers into your ribs for a final quick tickle. "What now, Doc?" You ask, relieved your torment has ended...for now.


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