The tickling hit like a tidal wave, and Abigail, the bikini bombshell, surrendered in seconds. She'd walked in, all confidence and allure, but when those fingers danced on her skin, something broke loose. She looked for an escape, even tried to call 'time out,' but in this game, there was no pause button. This, my friends, was Abigail's baptism by tickle, and she vowed to never do it again.