Monique came back. Again. There must be an easier way for her to make a living. As much as she hates being tickled and she knows by now that I am going to torment her without mercy, she still comes back. She must like it in some odd way. She must like screaming with laughter, begging, pleading, screaming, suffering because she knows I'm never going to go easy on her. For almost 20 minutes Monique endures tickle hell.