Annabeth was sitting in her cabin. All of a sudden, Thalia burst through.
"What? Thalia, what are you doing here?"
"The Hunters are here for a few days. I thought I'd see how you're doing."
"Well, thanks."
"Yeah, yeah. Now, how are you and Percy doing?"
"Uh: I don't want to talk about that."
"Are you sure? Alright. I'll just have to torutre you to get out that info."
"What are you going to do?"
"Let me ask you a question. Are you ticklish?" Thalia jumped on her, and bound her wrists and ankles together. "I'm gonna guess yes. But where?" Thalia reached toward Annabeth left sneaker, and tugged it off. Suddenly a smell filled the air. "Wow, Annabeth, your feet smell. I don't even think mine smell that bad." Thalia pulled off her left boot and smelled it. "Ok, maybe not." Thalia dropped her boot and got to work on Annabeth's feet. She tugged off her other sneaker and pulled off her socks. "Wow, your feet are pretty. I wish mine were that pretty. Now. Let's get started." Thalia started tickling...
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