Something not good.

“Let’s see if this will loosen you up,” Josh says, holding a toothbrush in his hand.

The hell is he going to do with a toothbrush? Brush my teeth? What kind of sicko is this guy?

To my surprise, I feel the bristles of the toothbrush gently massage my leg and it's the most intense sensation.

“Oh, dear, Jennifer, I haven’t even turned it on yet. Seems like you really are ticklish under there, aren’t you?” Josh asks with amusement.

He turns on the brush and I hear the sound of the motor running. I squirm and I thrash as the tickling sensation envelops my consciousness. It’s mortifying. I can’t take it. I burst out laughing. I laugh and I squeal, incapable of holding it in any longer. If anyone else was home, I’m sure the entire house would be able to hear my bellowing. When he finally stops, I’m so out of breath that I don’t even notice him cutting the fabric of my shirt. Snip, snip. The cool air touches my skin when my shirt is removed. I’m too out of breath to argue, not that it would make any difference. He would rightly point out that I agreed to the game.

“Time for round two,” Josh says.