Our squeaky clown with the unique laugh finally gets her turn on the board. Ankles, legs, wrists, and biceps secured to the board, all she can do is take in the unrelenting spinning of the brushes on her bare feet. I keep the stimulation up (despite fantasy, some can and do go numb after a time - only reality here) by tickling her bare belly along with her ribs, back, and underarms. Since her toes are secured as well, I did a bit of flossing and flickering of a feather. The fun never ends in my attic.