With socks

One girl ran her nails over my left sock and the other stroked my right sock. Then again slow and hard, then again fast and soft.

"Good girl," Asha said, "keep tickling on." One of the boys, meanwhile, dared to tickle my armpit. All Amy could do was try to keep the girls away from her feet by kicking but then the boys started tickling again.

"I can't take it anymore," Amy gasped "I have to pee, please sto-ho-hop". "Oops Amy, you're getting a wet spot in your pants. Ahh our baby girl did yuck." laughed Asha, "Well then we have what we wanted. And you get the copy."

Amy was left in the schoolyard with both photos while Asha and her group walked away laughing in her sneakers.