"French Tickler" by Mark (MarkB@aboy.demon.co.uk). The narrator has been cycling in the Loire valley and decides to wander into Pinochelle to enjoy the evening air and maybe to see what quaint, provincial nightlife this somnolent region has to offer. Well, he over-imbibes at the "club" and finds himself dreading the walk back to his lodgings, but then a busload of young French women pulls to a stop next to him. Does he want a lift? It is a long way to walk in the dark, n'est-ce pas? He accepts the ride and finds himself packed in tightly in the back of a crowded bus between two people to whom we shall refer euphemistically as Fille Gauche and Fille Droite. I guess this might sound boring - a guy snuggled up between two young French girls whom he can't even see because of the darkness, surrounded by raucous conversation, hands and mouths reciprocally engaging in very private but friendly activities, mind-blowing orgasms; but I certainly enjoyed it. Those Filles really know how to throw an impromptu bacchanal when they put their minds to it!

Ooops! The bus has stopped to let him off. Why is everyone so quiet and looking at the back of the bus? And how long have they been watching? Oh well, c'est la vie! The other passengers (Filles Autres) all burst into a spontaneous and sincere round of applause, laughter, and high-fives.

Besides having a great idea, this author uses the language very, very well. But where was the tickling?