“Can you tickle me?”

Marilyn: …W-well… a lot has happened… and I’ve gone through a few things… so… I was wondering… C-could you tickle me???

Mary looks at her daughter.

Mary: really?

Marilyn: y-yeah… so… can you… please…?

Mary: yeah sure. Just wait for us to get home. I Can’t drive and tickle after all!

Marilyn: oh. Y-yeah! Right!

Marilyn sat there, and they eventually get home. They hurry inside and Mary takes her daughter to her bedroom. She was tied in a sitting position with her hands above her head.