Annie and Me: Spy Games (FF/FF)

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Annie and Me: Spy Games
Friday, June 27, 2025

This game is very different because it took place this past summer, the summer between Annila Räänta's sophomore and junior years of college. I wish for you to feel the emotions and senses as I felt them in this story, and that I will narrate this story in the present tense. Yes, Annie is an adult, fully grown, and she is still as lovable as ever. That's why I want to tell you this story, to show you that even as adults Annie plays TUGs the same way we played as children.

Those of you who know Annie well won't be surprised when I tell you that I open my door to see her wearing blue jeans, a Milwaukee Brewers button-up t-shirt that looks like a team jersey shirt, a navy kerchief bandana, navy canvas sneakers, and white crew socks sitting on the sofa talking to my flatmates, Liz and Leah Ralston and my boss, Bridget Sjaastad. It's the white jersey shirt, and with it, in true Cool Girls' Club style, she had a pair of white bandana wristbands. Her pale blonde hair and the gorgeous natural variations ranging from that platinum shade to yellow to ash are held in a beautiful long braid with a trio of yellow, white, and navy scrunchies at the base and a yellow bandana at the top in neat double knot. Some days I can't believe she's really an adult.

Liz, Leah, and Bridget are all friends of mine from college. Liz, Bridget, and I were teammates on the school rowing team, and now we're all TV meteorologists at the same station thanks to an enormous helping hand from Bridget to get us into the station as her coworkers. Leah's is Liz's twin sister who is also the producer of the weather broadcasts, always opposite one of us three if the station work schedule guru can make it work that day. Annie is 6 years younger than me, 7 years younger than the Twins, and over 9 years younger than Bridget, yet among my friends she is treated as an equal in every single way you can imagine.

"Well, if it isn't Madison, Wisconsin's most beloved Russian TV weathergirl!" Liz teases me.
"Hi, girls. Annie," my focus is elsewhere, "I'm happy to see you, my beloved sister."
"Sammy!" my sister stands up with ebullient energy and a sparkle in her eye, "How are you?"
"Tired but OK," I give her a hug and practically take a nap in her arms before she shakes me.
"Hey, Sammy, stay awake, now! It's only 7 o'clock!" she still has that innocent spirit in her.
"OK," I shake my head and look down into her eyes, my heels going CLACK on the floor.

Pumps are my go-to choice of shoes for being on the actual camera, and I keep a pair of slippers under my desk at the TV station to wear when I am sitting there. I love the feeling of my calves when I am wearing the pumps and enjoy the little lift even if I don't need it. Even now, in life as a TV meteorologist, I keep my hair in a braid held by a scrunchie most of the time. Today, black is the theme color with black pumps and a black curved-neck blouse; the skin-tone pantyhose are always expected; a white calf-length skirt balances the black; a white scrunchie holds my braid. I feel very professional and very Russian, especially when I am wearing my glasses.

I look around the room over my sister's shoulder to see my friends and confidantes. The Ralston Twins are the best flatmates I could ever have, and they bring so much joy into my life. We have a seamless friendship, joyfully sharing the roles of cleaning, cooking, washing, etc. I also see the signs of trouble brewing in the form of Leah's outfit. Black ankle boots, black pantyhose, pink socks, a pink leather knee-skirt, a black V-neck long-sleeve t-shirt, and a pink bandana headband. If Liz and Leah wear coordinated outfits, look out. If Leah wears leather, that also means look out. In fact, the game starts so simply I don't really expect it.

"Turn around, Sammy," Annie says with a glowing smile, trying to move me with her arms.
"OK," I calmly surrender to my little sister, and turn around with CLACK CLACK of my heels in the initial turn and CLACK CLACK as I adjust while she hand gags me.
"I am not Annila Räänta," she whispers into my ear in Russian, "I am a spy sent to kidnap you."
"I am not Leah Ralston, either, you fools," Leah pulls a prop water pistol, one that's made to look like the real deal, out of her shirt (bad girl!), "Liz and Bridget, hands in the air, against the wall."
"Gmmmmmm," I pitifully moan into my sister's hand, knowing she's a rower and strong enough to keep me under control in my low-energy state, and she tightens her grip on me and forces me to turn around and face my friends, CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK.
"Who are you freaks of nature, and what have you done with their sisters?!" Bridget demands.
"We are foreign nationals, perfect duplicates of your sisters, who are already in another place on this continent… or maybe off it," Annie says in a menacing tone, "You are our captives too."
"Now, do as we said," Leah smiles, her green eyes glowing with mischief.

Leah and Liz have true blonde hair, what they call yellow blonde, and green eyes. It's a spectrum of color here with their green, my blue-green, Bridget's blue, and Annie's blue-grey. The Ralston Twins stand an inch shorter than Annie, who is now 5'6" and a strong rower who has taken after her big sister in this athletic pursuit and turning it into a collegiate scholarship at the University of Wisconsin - Madison, where Bridget's sister is also a student. The Twins are slender but still strong thanks to Liz's rowing and Leah's combo of soccer and track. All we would need is one of Bridget's two sisters (either the older or the younger) to turn this into a celebration of sisterhood!

CLIP CLIP Leah's boots sound on the floor, and she opens a cabinet and grabs both her and her twin's shared medium dufflebag of TUG supplies (these girls have a lot, but not crazy amounts) and my backpack with my own supplies to give the kidnappers further options to use in binding and gagging me, Bridget, and Liz. Annie holds me tightly yet kindly, loving me even as she's pretending to be a doppelganger who kidnapped Annie and now wants to kidnap me. There is a decided energy in the room, that unmistakable Twin energy.

"We need volunteers to take off their socks," Leah explains, "Two of us have pantyhose."

Well that makes that debate easy, doesn't it? Liz is wearing blue jeans, red socks, blue canvas sneakers, a red t-shirt, and a blue bandana headband while enjoying her day off, and she stomps her feet on the ground and refuses to remove her shoes. OK! We're going to have a rough time of things, I see, especially if Liz is practically demanding instant escalation. Annie has little or no problem kicking off her sneakers and using her toes to remove her socks. She even uses her toes to pass the socks up to her hands and effortlessly slips her feet back into the sneakers.

Bridget quietly sits on a chair and takes off the cowboy boots she was wearing. Underneath the boots are also classic white crew socks. Leave it to rowers to wear crew socks! Think of it! It's so ironic, isn't it? I hope my sarcasm is obvious. Bridget's blue jeans are tight fitting. In fact, I'd dare to say that Liz and Bridget are wearing jeans that are a bit too tight. Bridget, however, does have a husband at home, and she might be dressing for him. With that, Bridget has a Minnesota Tech t-shirt that's navy with white lettering and a bright blue bandana headband. Bridget rarely wears a bandana except when she's in full "Cool Girls' Club Mode" and marauding for TUGs. A uniquely pale yellow blonde color monotonically graces Bridget's long hair and sweet smile.

"Open up, Sammy," Annie quietly orders me, "So I may put these socks in your mouth."
"And if I don't?" I ask through calmly gritted teeth and fight a little CLACK CLACK.
"Then I will force you to open up," my sister says with a slight mischievous smirk.
"OK, Mrs. Ralston," Leah walks around with the water pistol in her hand like she's in command of the entire apartment, CLIP CLIP CLIP CLIP CLIP CLIP, "If you would please, sit on this chair. Or I can put you 6 feet under the ground right here and now," CLIP CLIP she points the water pistol at her twin with casual dominance, "Well?"
"Since you put it that way, I think I'll take a seat," Liz shrugs her shoulders and sits down.
"Hey, you still haven't told us why you're kidnapping us!" Bridget makes a reasonable demand.
"Oh, because we know you have many government secrets in your heads," Leah answers like she has been planning this game with Annie for days, CLIP CLIP CLIP CLIP.

Into my mouth go the socks, the rancid socks that Annie has been wearing for God alone knows how long, filling my tastebuds with the taste of her salty sweat and her nasty toe cheese. Why do I like being gagged with other people's cheesy, sweaty socks? I don't know at all. Annie pushes the package deep into my mouth and holds her hand there to prevent me from spitting them. All the while I struggle CLACK CLACK and Leah struts around the room in a display of her present power CLIP CLIP. The wooden floor makes my heels sound more hollow than they might otherwise, but it makes Leah's ankle boots resonate powerfully.

Annie takes the water pistol and points the harmless device at Bridget while Leah takes out green rope to use on her Twin. Liz sits on the chair and Leah CLIP CLIP the Doppelganger who has kidnapped Leah already crosses my friend's wrists behind her back and ties them with a green rope. It's a normal day at home for me and the Twins. CLIP CLIP Leah takes Bridget's socks and throws them to Annie, who promptly jams one of them in my mouth! My poor mouth is stuffed, and I must stand there and playfully accept it.

Leah just as confidently takes out a piece of red-and-white striped nylon rope, a tough material I felt was the most inescapable of the knotted restraints the Twins and others used on me over the years. That list includes paracord, rope, clothesline, and scarves. CLIP CLIP Leah has a swagger in her step while using the nylon to create a boxtie, a process that takes multiple ropes and necessitates the immediate escalation of a chest harness to make the boxtie secure. She skips the crotch rope and instead forms a harness with complicated restraints so as not to offend Annie, who feels crotch ropes (even strictly functional ones) cross the scene from TUGs to adult games. Throughout the binding, that CLIP CLIP asserts Leah's dominance.

"Sit down, Bridget," Leah motions for Bridget to take a seat on the floor, CLIP CLIP.
"Samantha, you'd better not spit those socks out," Annie warns me and lets go of me.
"Mmmmmm!" I grunt into the cheesiness CLACK CLACK and feel silky goodness.
"Well, well, well," Bridget tests the rope, "If my husband were here, you'd be in a pretzel knot!"
"Oh, a husband!" CLIP CLIP, Leah says and goes to the living room and walks on the area rug, CLUP CLUP CLUP CLUP CLUP CLUP and picks up Bridget's cell phone, effortlessly unlocks it, CLUP CLUP CLIP CLIP, and walks up to Bridget to take a picture, "First hostage photo of evening!" she says proudly.
"I hope you like it," Annie breaks character while using a fashion scarf to tie my elbows together.
"Mmmmmmm," I calmly and weakly nod my head, happy to relax after a day on my feet.

Scarves are my favorite way to be bound, although I don't know why that is. They're soft and are more comfortable than the paracord for sure. I have so many from my own old scarves, from my mother's, from my cousins', and from a handful of thrift store finds. They're tight and somewhat unpliable like paracord but softer. There are nearly enough to mummify both Annie and me, and I give her happy squeals and playfully defiant stomps—CRACK! CRACK!—after my wrists and elbows are tied with the soft bands of fabric. My pumps do make such fun sounds!

CLIP CLIP Leah looks through her dufflebag, pauses in thought, adds a SNAP! of her fingers, and hastens to the bedroom CLIP CLUP CLUP and returns just a few seconds later with a bright yellow 2 inch ball gag with a black strap. Without a thought, she approaches her twin CLUP CLIP CLIP CLIP and pushes the gag into Liz's mouth. Liz glares at the spy kidnapper in a defiant manner while the strap is buckled, and you've already seen the most extreme toys which Annie allows to be used when she's around.

"You will regret crossing our paths," Annie says while CLIP CLIP Leah struts around the room with dominant flair, "Bridget, you will sit down on this bench while you are bound."
"And what if I don't?!" Bridget stomps her bare foot on the floor with a loud WHAP!
"Then I," CLIP CLIP Leah smugly grins, "Gag you with your little friend's socks."
"Ah'm nah ihhle!" Liz looked at her sister in mock surprise, "Ee?! Ihhle?! Noooooo!"
"Stick it, Liz," the captor never even looks at her Twin, "Sit down, Bridget. Or else."
"I'll sit down," Bridget grumbled and took a seat on the bench, "But I won't like it. SNAKES!"
"Ahhhhhh," the girl in leather turns back to Liz CLIP CLIP CLIP CLIP and kneels down on the floor beside her, using green rope to tie each of Liz's ankles to the legs of the chair, "You fools really don't understand it, do you? You lost! You're kidnapped! It's over!"
"Don't make me soak your shirt," Annie stops tying me to point the water pistol at Bridget.

Leah quickly worked to tie Liz's ankles and tied the captive's thighs together above the knees and below the waist. A chest harness and waist rope helped restrain Liz's arms and torso in differing but effective ways. Poor Liz is practically part of the chair now, and that bright yellow ball gag is going to make her drool in due time. As the last indignity of Liz's capture, Leah removes the victim's sneakers and socks, and I think we all know those socks are about to get a new home. I think Bridget's other sock is going to be part of this spy-created VIP package.

Annie takes out the biggest scarf from my bag and folds it into a long narrow strip like she's done many times over the years. With seasoned motions, she pulls the scarf between my teeth to push the socks into my mouth and single knots it behind my head, wraps around my head and pulls it between my teeth, behind me, back in front and through my teeth, and behind me one final time, double knotting the scarf and then double knotting it around my braid as well.

"All right, Bridget Randaccio," CLIP CLIP CLIP Leah approaches her, "Open that big fat mouth of yours and eat these socks, or I'm gonna feed you my pantyhose too."
"You wouldn't dare!" Bridget plays her role in the game like this is completely real.
"I," CLIP Leah gets right in Bridget's face, "Would dare without a thought. OPEN UP!"
"Nooo!" the strong Swede clamps her jaw shut, and Leah wraps an arm around her head.
"Open up," Leah authoritatively commands Bridget, "There we have it."
"Gmmmmmm! Haaa haaa haaa," the victim laughs heartily despite the taste of Liz's socks.
"This should do it," and the spy grabs her purple duct tape roll.
"Gmmmm!" Bridget playfully groans 6 wraps of tape later, stuck sucking on Liz's toe cheese.

Then comes the layers. First, Annie ties a babushka scarf on my head, like Russian old ladies at my church with the knot under the chin. With a smile, she takes off one of her sneakers and puts it over my nose, and a triangular scarf OTN gag holds it in place; CRACK! CRACK! she hands the other sneaker to Leah, who uses four wraps of tape to hold it over Bridget's nose. The next scarf is a second cleave gag, a big scarf like the first one that she wraps around my head one extra time. Yet more comes with an OTM gag, CRACK! a second babushka scarf, and a second OTN gag. CRACK! CRACK! I look at Annie with a pitiful eye blink, but it's the reaction she wants out of me because she smiles brightly and hugs me as her big sister.
CLIP CLIP Bridget lies down on the bench, and Leah uses more of the striped nylon ropes to hold her firmly in place. CLIP CLIP CLIP The first is pulled through Bridget's armpits and wrapped around the wooden seat, CLIP CLIP and the others are easier, placed above and below Bridget's butt CLIP CLIP and at the bend of her knees. With a sinister spy sneer, CLIP CLIP Leah hogties our sweet friend from her ankles to the waist rope. CLIP CLIP Because of the ropes, my friend's body and thighs are now rigidly held flat while her lower legs lift into the air.

Scarves come for me now. The first ones tie my legs together below my waist, above my knees, and at the mid thigh. That's a start. The next three tie below my knees, my shins, and my ankles without any mercy except that due from love. It's tight and secure, but it doesn't hurt. The ankle scarf is long and wrapped into the heels of pumps and around my arches as well, securing it well. I will not be escaping from this situation anytime soon if unaided escape is even possible.

"Sammy needs to take a long hop around the apartment. You agree?" Leah makes a suggestion
"I agree!" Annie quickly ties a scarf lead to the one wrapping below my boobs, "Hop, Sammy!"
"Mmmmmmm!" CLACK! CLACK! there's no other choice but to slowly hop.
"Move it. Come on, sis! Keep hopping!" Annie orders me CLACK!to comply.
"Mmmmmmm!" CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! I must obey.
"All right, let's go into the Twins' bedroom now," CLACK! CLACK! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP!, "How fun!"
"Heeyyyyy!" comes from Liz in the other room along with, GRRRRNNNNKKKKK!
"Mmmmmmm!" CLUMP! CLUMP! I weaved around the two twin beds that were in the bedroom, CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP!
"Yes," Annie leads me across the carpeted room, "You are helpless against my scarves."
"Ha ha! Annila," Leah says in her best spy voice, "Look at what I have done here!"
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" Bridget issues muffled laughter into Liz's dirty socks and one of her own.
"Keep moving," Annie uses her best Finnish accent, "sweet Samantha Evangelina Räänta."
"Mmmmm!" CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLUMP! CLACK!
"Geh off ee oo thyhahhic thhy!" Liz shrieks at her twin, enjoying the game.

Lo and behold, Leah has moved the chair so she's sitting on poor helpless Liz and using Bridget as her personal footrest. An electric toothbrush is tickling the soles of Bridget's feet, hence why Bridget has been laughing so loudly. She can't help it in the least! Poor girls are getting things a lot worse than being led around the room like a scarf mummy on a leash. Annie really knows the thrill of a spy game, but I'd be a fool not to admire Leah's natural flair of roleplaying.

Bridget is now blindfolded with a pink bandana, which I think is a nod to Leah's outfit. Annie is a bit jealous in a playful way, studying Bridget, who is howling in laughter into that trio of socks in her mouth, although I suspect Liz's socks are worse than Bridget's at the moment. Annie's are far from a delight in my mouth. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! my shoes sound on the floor as I hop over to Bridget and study her captivity and punishment. That's a bad idea, though, because it only encourages Annie and Leah in their respective places. With a gleam in her eye, Annie turns to face face while I watch blobs of drool spill off Liz's ball gag.

"Ha ha ha ha haaaa!" Bridget giggles uncontrollably because of the toothbrush, kicking her legs.
"Geh off ee, Eeah! Ou're a aad, aad girl!" Liz is castigating her twin.
"Mmmmmmm!" more scarves are coming.

The next scarf is tied like an oversized kerchief, knotted under my braid with the tails wrapped around my braid and pulled down low enough that this kerchief covers my eyes. A wide band is tied over my eyes and nose for scarf overlap between the kerchief and the OTM and OTN gags. Another babushka scarf. A classic blindfold over my covered eyes. A cleave gag. Yet another babushka scarf. A triangular OTN gag. My head is enveloped in scarves.

"Hop, Samantha," the sinister Finnish spy commands me and jerks on that scarf leash.

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! Pumps are so amazing for so many reasons, and that hopping sound is one. Hopping blindly is very dramatic when you're a human sausage with scarf casing. Annie's socks are disgusting, but it's still better than the alternative of having Liz's socks in my mouth like Bridget does. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! TICK! TICK! My kidnapper is leading me into my own bedroom. TICK!

While the Twins have classic carpet, my room has carpet tile that's very sturdy, hence my heels can TICK! off the subflooring. It's so much fun to be like this, trusting Annie to keep me as safe as can be while pretending to be an evil spy. The Milwaukee Brewers fan is so delightful in ways I cannot verbalize. It's the love only sisters can have, and Annie loves me. TICK! In truth, being led like this is fun. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I groan into my little sister's socks.

"Ha ha haaaaaaaaa! Hmmmmmm!" Bridget is laughing her lungs out of her body at the moment.
"Eah Althhin! Hy ahe ou hihhin on hee?!" Liz howled into the ball gag despite being the human chair, "Ou're hah an heahy an uhhy an ean an an ehil thhy!"
"Ahhh ha ha, Lizzie, you say the sweetest things," Leah obviously hugged and kissed her twin by the sounds, "Twins aren't supposed to act like best friends. That's a cruel stereotype of twins."
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I simply keep hopping TICK! TICK! TICK! TICK! as much as Annie wishes me to keep hopping because she loves me so much, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Nautit tästä, vai mitä?" Annie's tone is playfully sinister, "Ovatko hikiset sukkani herkullisia?"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" is my only response TICK! TICK! TICK! TICK! as it is very hard to translate Finnish when you're so keenly focused on keeping your balance.
"HA HA HA HAAAAAAA!" Bridget's boisterous laughter fills the air with genuine happiness.
"Enjoy the taste of Lizzie's socks," the doppelganger Twin taunts Bridget while tickling her.
"GMMMMM HMMM HMMM HMMMMMMM!" the captive fails to stifle her laughter.
"Hop, Samantha Evangelina Räänta!" my sister jerks on the leash, "Nauti huiveista, jotka sitovat sinut tiukasti. Ime sukkiani. Haista lenkkarini. Nauti pikkusiskosi rakkaudesta, Annila Räänta."
"Mmmmmmmmm!" I blindly follow her, TICK! TICK! TICK! CLACK!.
"That's my good girl," the change in sounds tells me that we've left my bedroom now.

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! I hop to wherever Annie desires this Russian scarf girl hops. With a gentle push and a sincere sense of care and control, Annie pushes me onto what I can tell must be the dining room table, and soon I feel a scarf wrapping in between my ankles. The scarf goes to my elbows and back to my ankles before Annila knots it out of reach, hogtying me on the table.

Then begins a chorus of laughter, Bridget and Liz together. Annie must be tickling Liz, and none of my friends is as jolly in tickle torture as Liz Ralston although Leah is a close second. When a Ralston twin is being tickled, you can feel the joy. They trust Annie; Annie trusts them. While I play some rough games with elements only for adults with the Ralston's, Annie has no desire for any part in those games. Yes, most of my Ralston adventures are much like the present, but they enjoy a much broader variety in play that they enjoy as naturally and easily as the present game.

"HAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAA! OHHHHHH HA HA!"
"HA HA HA!" Bridget's laugh is uniquely guttural compared to Liz's shrieks of joy.
"Kutitan sinua kunnes itket ja kastan paitasi kuolasi," Annie taunts her captive, "Ystäväni."

I decide to fight the hogtie. Scarves strangely foil me more than rope or tape, but I've been taken captive on average 3 times per week since graduating and possibly that often at the hands of my own mother during my breaks between college semesters. Over time, I've learned that escaping a scarf captivity is possible, much as I love being a Russian girl bound and gagged with her own scarves. Then, suddenly, I feel that distinct jerk of success, and the soft fabric slips off my wrist before I regain control of my hand. This TV weathergirl is hot and sweaty and loving it all.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I lower my legs down to the table and enjoy the continuing sensations.
"Oh, Sammy! You got your wrists free," Leah says in a cheerful tone, "Those elbows though!"
"Mmmm hmmm!" a slow nod acknowledges the truth that my elbows are still bound twice.
"Venäläinen huivityttö on karannut huivivankeudestani," says my sister in response to that.
"I don't think anyone understands you, but at least Sammy can spell it if you say it," Leah laughs.
"Sammy loves when this Milwaukee Brewers fan," Annie stops tickling Liz and, I am sure, takes a moment to adjust the navy kerchief upon her head, "takes over and showers her in scarf love."
"Ha haaaaaaaa!" Bridget's laughter is weakening as she progresses towards guttural pain from it.

A little bit more squirming sees me get the scarves off my elbows. It's not normally this easy to escape anyone's scarf binding, but I think Annie wasn't paying enough attention at the time to do an effective job. I sit up on the table and begin unknotting the scarves one at a time, working my way through my numerous gags, blindfolds, and babushka scarves. I quickly regain my sight so I can more effectively work on my other bonds and untie all of the gags. It's such a relief to have my breath freed from Annie's sneakers, and pulling Annie's two socks and the solo Bridget sock out of my mouth is like a taste bud liberation. Leah passes me the bottle of Gatorade that she has been waiting to hand me since the game began, and it even is still refrigerator temperature. With a smile on my face, a third of the bottle disappears in one gulp, a testimony to the intensity of the simple playful tortures to which Annie had subjected me over the past 30 minutes.

"Thank you," I smile, look into my sister's eyes, "that was fun," and begin untying the scarves.
"You are most welcome, Sammy," Annie smiles back and resumes tickling Liz.
"AGGGGHHH! NO NO Nooooooooo HA HA HAAAAAAA!" in this case, "No" means "Yes."

That deserves explanation. In TUGs, there are safe words and signals used to express your needs and desires. That way, when something instinctive like "NO NO!" comes up, the game continues unabated because it's an in–character expression of playful resistance. This gives the captive full freedom to play along and allows the captor to focus on the emotions. The verbal or visual clues will tell true distress even if the captive for some reason doesn't use safe signs. Here, Liz shrieks out "NO NO Nooooooooo" as part of the spygame, saving the finger snaps for a real need.

Annila cannot resist though. The user of the scarves allows Leah to take over tickling Liz while the Captor Twin continues using the Captive Twin as a human chair, giving Bridget a break from the tickling. Annie has a hug for me, her older sister, and who would say no to a hug? Of course I return the hug, and I let the moment linger, relishing the blessing that is Annila Räänta. When we stop embracing, I get the last laugh by yanking Annie's kerchief down over her eyes, making her burst into raucous laughter.

Annie, I love you.

THE END