A Frank Talk

Yup, those two know eachother. Heck, they're great friends/allies. But sometimes, you argue with even the closest of your friends. This is what's going on here. Keep reading for the whole argument and the discussion that ensues (if you do, keep in mind this is geared towards mature audiences, it may contain references to violence, sexual innuendo, etc. Maturity is required).

I love Sandra's expression. So frustrated and tense. And Timothe's expression came out the way I wanted it. So I'm actually really proud of this drawing.

And now, the story, but before that, a little bit of background info:

Upon her first visit to Timothe's estate, Sandra was curious about "tickle torture". After all, it only lead to laughter, she thought. But, as an up-and-coming villainess, she still thought it would be better to know more on the matter, thus she asked Tim to explain the basics to her. Mr. Keller told young Sandra that it wasn't something that could be explained in words, so he pointed her to a fellow lady tickler, who'd show her how it feels to be tortured in that fashion, within reason of course. After all, it was only so she could understand that practice.

So, Sandra went. And got tickled. A lot. And that's where our story begins for real.

Sandra stormed through the lobby, ignoring Keller's servant who barely had time to greet her. Her feet hit the ground with the weight of concrete. Every step was as determined and infuriated as her. She made her way to the living room, where Timothe was getting ready to go out clubbing. Made aware of her arrival by the echoing of her footsteps, Keller awaited her, calm as he usually was. As Sandra entered the living room, he smiled.

- Hello, honey. What brings-

His sentence was cut short by a slap to the face.

- You sick, perverted BASTARD!! yelled Sandra, mad as hell.

- What? I don't...

- The tickling! Why didn't you warn me?!

Keller didn't know how to react. Sandra Trenaway, usually shy but gleeful, was barking at him like an angry dog. And she was angry alright.

- Warn you about what? began Tim, massaging his cheek.

- About... about everything! I can't believe you'd do that to all those men you kidnap!

- Oh, Sandra, slow down. Tell me what's going on, replied Keller in an effort to calm down his friend.

- I'll tell you what's going on, began Sandra. You're a psycho! People like you are sick!!

Timothe then sat down on the couch, beggining to understand a little what was troubling little miss Trenaway.

- You went to see Claudia, didn't you?

- I, uh, yes... admitted Sandra, slightly embarassed.

- I'm guessing you didn't like it?

Sandra didn't seem to have an answer to his question. She remained quiet for a moment, her cheeks still as flushed as when she entered the room.

- Sit down, began Keller in a comforting tone. You can tell me what happened honey. You know I won't judge.

Sandra sat on a fluffy white couch, and Timothe joined her.

- I... uuuuuuuuumm... stammered Sandra. I... well, I-I...

- Start from the beginning, replied Keller in a soothing tone, noticing his friend's embarassement.

- I... ok fine... I went to see miss Claudia like you said... began Sandra. I told her I was nervous, but she comforted me, told me it would be painless...

- Did she hurt you? inquired the older man, worried.

- No, no... it's just... well, she tied me up to this... this thing... made sure I wasn't in a weird position or anything... and then, she... well, she began...

- What happened then?

- Well obviously, I laughed. I laughed for a whole hour, in fact... I wasn't ready for that...

- ...And you passed out?

Sandra didn't answer. She looked down, blushing twice as much as she'd ever blushed in her life.

- Tell me what happened next, Sandra.

- ...I don't wanna...

- Why? asked Timothe, more worried than ever.

Sandra took a long, loud breath, followed by an equally loud sigh.

- Ok. You want to know what happened? Fine!

Her tone retained some of the agitation and anger that filled her when she entered the living room. Timothe never looked so concerned in his life.

- After a while, well, she began to tickle my, um... myyyy...

- Your what, Sandra?

- M-m-my... inner thighs, whispered Sandra, almost hoping Timothe wouldn't hear it. I was wearing my clothes of course, but... well... she had been tickling me for so long, I just... I just... I... "couldn't hold it in", let's say...

Her face was now as red as an apple. She stared at the floor, as shame displayed on her face. Timothe put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

- Well, don't look so glum, it happens to a lot of people. Laughing for a long time has dreadful effects on the bladder, especially if it was your first time.

- ...It wasn't my bladder, Tim... It was...

- Oh.

Timothe then understood the young woman's reaction to its full extent. Sandra went on.

- It... it's been a while since I was intimate with someone... and her hands had been running over my body for so long...

- Oh honey... How did she react?

- She untied me... she said she was sorry, that she didn't expect that to happen... I didn't expect it either... I think, honestly, she was as surprised as I was...

Then followed a long silence.

- ...Well, now you understand why it's called tickling "torture" now, do you?

Sandra nodded. She leaned against Timothe's strong shoulder, her eyes closed.

- There there...

- Tim... Don't do that to Fourstrings, pleaded Sandra. I don't care for the other heroes of this city, but... Marc is my friend.

- He's still on the other side of the law, Sandra. If need be, I-

- No. Please... Send anyone else if you must, any other villain. He'll handle the consequences of winning or losing against them... but this... it drives people crazy... It drove me crazy...

- You know I shouldn't accept... that's why no one must know that I have.

- Thank you Timothe.

Sandra smiled for the first time that night. Timothe looked at the clock over the doorframe.

- Well, Sandra, are you feeling better?

The young girl nodded.

- ...Because I'm supposed to be at the Odyn since two hours ago.

Sandra stood up, as did Timothe.

- Go. I'll be fine... Thanks for listening to me Tim...

Keller smiled and hugged the young girl.

- Now leave. Those muscle-bound boys aren't going to seduce themselves! exclaimed Sandra, feeling a little more like her usual gleeful self.

- Alright then. Let me escort you to the door.

The two walked from the living room to the lobby, smiling. Sandra was feeling much better. As for Timothe, luckily, Sandra's slap didn't leave any bruise or marking on his skin. He could go dance to trance music at his favourite gay club. Once the two were outside, Timothe turned to Sandra one last time.

- Before you go, I must ask you, began Keller.

- Yes?

- Did you enjoy it?

Sandra blushed once more. After a moment of hesitation, her eyes looked to the ground and she murmured barely audible...

- ...........................................................Yes.

So that's the story. Your impressions are welcome. Please keep in mind that I'm not an author (nor a pencil artist in fact, but still).

Timothe Keller, Sandra Trenaway ©