The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round,
round and round...
“Okay, really! This has gone far enough now…”, Jessica tried to reason with the old women and the boy.
But Jimmy was all excited, hopping up and down in place, waving his arms and yelling “Dance! Dance! Dance!”. The song was playing it’s tinny refrain on the woman’s phone, and the old women didn’t hear as well as they used to, and were themselves all yapping away, agreeing how delightful it would be to see a pretty little girl like Jessica dance around for them, when they weren’t singing the annoying children’s song to her.
The fact that she couldn’t be heard over their ruckus, and that they didn’t seem to care what she had to say absolutely infuriated Jessica, who put her fists on her hips and yelled at the ladies in her squeaky voice, “I AM NOT GOING TO DANCE FOR YOU! I AM AN ADULT AND EEEK! Tee-HeeHee! Stop!”
Jimmy had snuck up during Jessica’s tirade and began tickling her tummy, sides and ribs which caused her to squeal and curl into a ball, even as she barely maintain her footing on the carpet. “Then it’s Tickle Time!”, shouted Jimmy as he grinned and continued causing Jess to fly into a total spazz-out.
Mrs. Brady agreed, “Oh, Jimmy does love to tickle the pretty girls. We’re so glad you moved in, Jessica, and that you make friends so quickly! Now, would you like to dance to “Wheels on the Bus” for us all, or play tickle wrestle with Jimmy?”
Apparently, the college girl Brittany had been amused at Jessica’s hyper-sensitivity when Jimmy pulled his tickling sneak-attack, as she piped-in, “And me. I’ll make sure Jessica can’t get away from Jimmy for Tickle Time!” as she grinned wickedly at Jess.
Jessica meanwhile had been barely keeping the grinning Jimmy at arm’s-length as he kept trying to again reach her ticklish torso with his wriggling fingers. It almost looked like they were fighting, and Mrs. Bradley scolded, “Both of you! Stop it! Now, Jessica. Would you rather do a cute dance for us or play with Jimmy and Brittany?”
Jess was mortified by either choice. Dancing for them in the cartoon undies would be totally embarrassing, but Jess hated being touched, and she was super-ticklish…
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