Fall was in air where I live. Somedays were crisp and cool, while other days still had Summer like warmth. It was one of those warm days when I went to another party that I was invited to. The only reason I accepted was because I heard there might be more tickling involved. Although I hate being in front of people, I enjoy being tickled, especially on my feet. I wore a tight black crop top and really short denim shorts. As usual, I didn't talk very much except to acknowledge the occasional compliment on my outfit. I hate small talk. The party had been going on for awhile when the host announced that he would need a couple of volunteers, and he sent out a couple of people into the crowd to find them. The first one that they found was a beautiful, outgoing redhead with long legs that made the other women jealous. She was around 5'10" tall (nine inches taller than me), and was wearing a yellow crop top, and short shorts that showed off every bit of those long legs. I was