ME---I didn't think about the sheets. They are caught under the matress as well. Now I have to do the pulling thing again.

BRAIN---At least we're getting closer. I can see the shape Claudia's feet through the sheets. Don't despair. It's only a matter of minutes now. It's dangerous of course, but I don't see why she would react more than she has for the covers.

ME---Brain, I have a disturbing thought. What if Claudia is wearing socks? I can't tell through the sheets. If she is, it won't be nearly as fun and I'm certainly not going to peel them off. Are you sure she's barefoot?

BRAIN---Why, no, I'm not. I haven't thought of that. That's what you get from eating pizza and Doritos before going to bed. Maybe we could look around and see if they are on the floor.

ME---It's no use. There must be dozens of socks on the floor. Boy, is my sister ever messy! I don't know which ones are Claudia's.

BRAIN---Wait a minute! My memory banks are getting clearer. Of course! You idiot! You were fantasizing about Claudia's feet because you noticed she was barefoot in her shoes. Don't you remember? I must admit I didn't. Guess I'm an idiot too. Hope no other brain hears about this.

ME---Oh. Yeah. You're right. She's probably barefoot. Unless she puts socks on to go to bed. I've seen other girls do that.

BRAIN---Let's hope not. You're not going to give up now, after all that adrenaline use. I'm giving you a boost of confidence using a few chemicals and then you do your stuff.

ME---OK. I'm doing it............................................................ There! That should be enough. It wasn't as hard as the covers. All I have to do is lift them off Claudia's feet.

BRAIN---Just a minute. I want to see this from another angle. Now you can do it!

ME---Gently, in case the sheets are caught between her feet or her toes...........Oh, my God! I've done it! I've uncovered her feet! And they are bare! No socks! Just look at them! Do you see them, Brain?... Brain?

BRAIN---Help! Help! I'm caught under the sheets!

ME---What? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you. There, you're free. But how come you got caught? Aren't you supposed to be a figment of my imagination?

BRAIN---Well, er, yes, I suppose so. I guess I got caught up in the spirit of the situation. It prevents me from thinking right, to some extent. Just like during an exam. You must have noticed that.

ME---You bet I did. Especially during those algebra exams. But I don't get it. I never had problems with math before, or with any subject for that matter.

BRAIN---Must be that lousy teacher of yours. He used to be a religion teacher before. And even then, he was awful. How can you evaluate a student's capabilities simply by grading the coloring of religious drawings? At least he accepted chalk coloring. It was much faster. What a bogus class that was!

ME---Tell me about it. But let's go back to Claudia's feet. Wow! I can't believe I'm looking at them so close without her even realizing I'm there. Let's see. She's lying on her right side. Even though she is under the covers and sheets, I can see that her left thigh is on top her her right thigh. Same thing for her knees. Her right leg is is bent, about 45 degrees. Her left leg is almost straight, so her left foot is to the left of the bed compared to her right foot. Her toes tend to point to the left form my point of view, although the postion of her right leg makes her right toes point slightly in my direction. Her left sole in parallel to my end of the bed, right in my face. Her right sole, with it's slight tendency to face the ceiling, is more vulnerable that the left. Also, in this position, her right big toe is on top of the others, easily reachable. There's about 4 inches between the toes of her right foot and her left heel. This leaves both her feet vulnerable, even if the left sole is a little hidden. Say, Brain. I know this might seem stupid, disgusting even, but would you mind if I smelled her feet?

BRAIN---Not at all. I want the same things as you do, most of the time. I'm you, remember? I'll stimulate your olfactory recepetors for you.

ME---My face is getting dangerously close to her feet. This should be close enough. (Inhale!) Well, they don't stink. Actually, they hardly have any odor. Just a faint natural dry foot smell. Rather pleasant. But I'm not that much of a foot smeller. I prefer looking at them and tickling them. However, under the circumstances, I must admit that I couldn't resist a little sniff. Now what should I do?

BRAIN---Just look at them for a few minutes. I know you want to, and I want to analyze the appearance of her feet, for future reference. Hmm... Say, you were right, I think they are size eight. Rather large for a 12-year-old. Medium width. Fairly long toes. Very nice. Second toe same length as the big toe. Each of the others is shorter than the one before, but even the small toe is rather long. Nice tan. Seems she trimmed her toenails not long ago. Not a perfect job, but who's complaining? No nailpolish. Probably not the most beautiful feet in the world, but certainly fine as far as you are concerned. Anyway, I know that for you the owner of the feet is more important than their actual appearance. As you already noticed, they look dry. That's good. They are more ticklish that way. I guess you can start doing a little more than looking at them.

ME---I'm scared, Brain. No, terrified. She hasn't moved a bit until now, but I haven't really touched her yet either. Come to think of it, I don't even know if she's ticklish. However, I admit that even if she isn't, touching and tickling her feet would be very interesting. I've got to try.

BRAIN---Of course you have to! I'll help you. I can try to steady your muscles as much as possible, in spite of your slight trembling. Now, extend your index finger.

ME---Like this?

BRAIN---Yes, that's fine. Now, gently touch the side of her left foot. Don't caress it, just touch it. It's safer that way.

ME---Here goes! Boy, I couldn't move slower if I was in a coma. Getting closer. There!

BRAIN---Ladies and gentlemen, we have made contact.

ME---I did it! I touched her foot! She didn't move.

BRAIN---See! That wasn't so hard, now was it? I guess you could try to touch her sole. Try the right one, it's much easier to reach. You can't miss it.

ME---Slowly, slowly... Now I've touched her sole, right in the middle of it. God, I would have never thought that simply touching a girl's feet would be this exciting! Can you feel it?

BRAIN---Well, yes. It's pretty hard not to notice that your shorts are something like 8 sizes too small now. Be careful not to tear them. Then you would really look silly.

ME---Don't you think the present scene would be silly enough to the average person? Now I've got to do a little more. Not just touch her feet, but tickle them a bit.

BRAIN---Right. Aim for the right sole again. It's easier.

ME---Sure. Contact again. This is great! Now, I'll gently caress her sole with the tip of my finger. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! So scary! There. She hasn't moved, but it was wonderful! Actually, I think I prefer if she doesn't move. It's safer, I think.

BRAIN---I think we're ready for a little more action. Instead of just scraping her sole once, make your finger go up and down her sole several time, using a little more pressure. Well, actually, in her present position, it's more like making your finger go left and right her sole, but you understand.

ME---Tickle, tickle, tickle! This is so much fun! I'm tickling a girl's bare foot and she doesn't even know it! From the base of her toes to her heel, from her heel to the base of her toes, and start again. Hey! Her big toe twitched a little! I think I'm going to faint.

BRAIN---I do detect a slight lack of blood up here. I wonder where it all went?

ME---I've rarely felt so excited! I think I'll try her toes now. Tickle, tickle, tickle, pretty big toe! I'll use my other hand to tickle her other toes at the same time. Tickle, tickle, tickle, other cute toes! Her big toe is still moving a bit. I guess she's a little ticklish. I'm glad. I wouldn't want her to react too violently. It would be too dangerous. At the same time, the fact that she is moving makes the experience a lot more exciting.

BRAIN---Don't forget to tickle her left foot too. You have only touched the side of it until now.

ME---Oh, yeah. You're right. Wouldn't want it to feel neglected. I'll use both hands on it and I'll tickle it as furiously as I can. My right hand tickles the top, my left hand tickles the sole. What do you know, her big toe is moving too. It's weird that her big toes are the only part of her that move.

BRAIN---I must say that this simple movement is most captivating. I'm having a lot of great feelings here. Ooooooh yes! A foot/tickling fetish might be an inconvenience sometimes, but the rewards can be heavenly! I wonder if other people have the same interests as we do...

ME---I sure hope so, but I doubt it. It's too weird. Anyway, now I'm tickling both feet at full speed. Look at those toes go! Even her other toes are moving a bit now. I'm having the time of my life!.. Hey! Brain! Did you hear that?

BRAIN---I sure did. I think I heard her sigh. Maybe you should be a little more careful, don't you think?

ME---Understood. I'll slow down. But that sigh made my day. Not that I'm going to stop tickling.

BRAIN---Don't you dare stop. This is too good to let go now.

ME---Let's trace shapes on her soles using my index fingers. Nice. How about tickling the very tips of her toes? Tickle, tickle, tickle, little toes. Well, they aren't that little, are they. It's just that girls' toes are so cute, they seem small even where they aren't. Now I'll attack her heels. Whoa! Ticklish, they are!

BRAIN---How about tickling between her toes? Wouldn't it be wonderful?

ME---Sure, but I don't dare do it. Too risky. Anyway, I'm having a great time tickling the rest of her feet.

BRAIN---You know, I used to be the one controlling you. What happened?

ME---I don't know. The excitement, maybe?

BRAIN---Say, my waves are changing a little. You seem to have a new pulsion, as if I'm not supposed to know, being your brain. This pulsion is starting to get out of hand. Do you have anything to say?

ME---Er, you're right. All this tickling is superb. But now I feel like doing something a little more extreme. Don't be grossed-out, but I want to lick her feet.

BRAIN---I see. Well, aside from the incredible humiliation you would experience if you just happened to get caught, I don't see why not. I don't see why she would react more violently to that. I'll just warm up you tongue a bit. I'm also going to open the faucet a bit. Your mouth is as dry as cinders under the desert's sun. Don't want your tongue to stick to her soles.

ME---You're right. Yuck! Oh, better. Don't overdo it! Perfect. And try to control the shorts problem.

BRAIN---It does seem like you could suffer form a groin hernia at the slightest move.

ME---Thanks. God, I cant' believe I'm doing this. I'm going to lick a girl's bare feet! Not a bad looking girl at that. Too bad I can't do this to her with her consent. If I can just wet the tip of her right big toe with the tip of my tongue....Did it! Whoahohohohoooo!

BRAIN---Don't lose control. I don't have that many brain cells here. I fear you might burst a few while you do this.

ME---I don't care. I'm going for the sole. I touched it! I'm gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. Now I'm using as much of the surface of my tongue as I can and I'm licking up and down her sole!

BRAIN---I'd better send more saliva. You're going into a licking frenzy, my friend.

ME---You bet I am! I'm licking her heels, I'm licking her toes, I'm licking everything in between. I won't leave a single square inch of dry skin. I can even lick between her toes!

BRAIN---Heaven must be a punishment compared to this. Whoa! Danger! Red alert! Major movement! She just pulled both her feet away from you. She doesn't wake up, though. Boy, we were lucky! If she wakes up now, she'll probably feel the humidity of her feet. But she doesn't. Whew!

ME---.................................................................... ....................................................... (flatline).

BRAIN---What's wrong? Oh, yes. You're scared to death. Too much to think by yourself. My, you're tense. You'll pull a muscle. Geez, would you look at that bladder. Good thing you were so excited, or else you'd have to wash that pillow before going to bed, not to mention get out of those shorts. I don't think they could endure much more abuse after these activities. Hello? Are you really paralyzed? At least you're not braindead. I think, so I am. Will you snap out of it?! She's not moving anymore. Let's go to bed.

ME---G....G....G....G.....Ggggg......N....N....Nnnnn.....No.....No....I, I have to do one more thing. But first, I have to reach her foot. Give me a little strength.

BRAIN---What?!!! Are you crazy?!!! You must have a split pea for a brain!!! Well, I know better, but you're going completely berserk with mindless idiocy! How are you going to reach her foot? It's too far now. You're not going to.... Hey! Don't do that!

ME---I've got to! Gently grab her right ankle and slowly pull it towards me...There.

BRAIN---AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I'm having a lobe attack! She's pulling it back again! Don't do that again. I've created a monster!

ME---One last try. She hasn't made a sound since the sigh and she isn't tossing and turning. Grab the ankle, bring the foot to me.....Done.

BRAIN---................................. Hey! What do you know. She isn't pulling her foot back this time. OK, what is so important that you have to risk your reputation for the next half century for it?

ME---This. I bring my mouth close to her big toe, which is pretty easy to reach, especially now that her right foot is pointing a little more to the ceiling than before. Then, I take it in my mouth, put my lips around it and gently suck on it. Oh my God! I've reached Nirvana! I can also lick her toe as I keep it in my mouth. Hmmm...It's not moving. Strange. OK, I think I've had enough.

BRAIN---I certainly hope you have. You almost lobotomized me.

ME---Wait. I just want to lick her foot a little more.

BRAIN---Oh, go for it. I don't think you can do anything more dangerous than the ankle pulling thing, anyway.

ME---I'm a real licking devil, don't you think? Lick the sole, lick the heel, lick the toes. Oh, boy!

BRAIN---You can say that again! We're approaching overload! Run for your lives, everybody! The dam is about to blow!

ME---Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!

BRAIN---Whew!!! That was nice! You feel about half a pound lighter. And wetter. Yuck! You people sure have gross physiological responses. At least the tension is gone. Chemicals are bouncing everywhere. I'm experiencing a sensation of total well-being and satisfaction. Fun's over now. Gently put the covers and sheets back on her feet and crawl back to your room. Er, make that the bathroom. We have a little damage control to do.

ME---I can feel that. Should I push the covers under the matress?

BRAIN---Nah! Don't bother. You don't feel like it anyway.

ME---No, I don't. There. Well, I'll push them just a little bit. That's better. Not perfect, but I'm not going to do anything more about it.

BRAIN---The girls will probably think they pulled the covers out by turning in their sleep, if they notice it at all. Out you go.

ME---Thanks brain. That was the most incredible experience of my whole life. Up to now, at least.

BRAIN---Glad to be of service. But try to control yourself a little more in the future. You could embarrass me one day. Well, you don't need me anymore. Go to bed and have a good night.

ME---What do you mean, I don't need you anymore? You're my brain! You've got to help me spy on that cute redhead's feet in class tomorrow!

BRAIN---I guess you're right. I'll stay. However, my visual form isn't needed anymore. That's better. Those jeans were much too tight. And wet. Now, about that math exam next week...

THE END.