Lady Lakota vs White Feather (Aftermath): Recovery

Layla continued, "So they backed me up against a wall and told me if I want to live, I have to undress first. How humiliating! But I had an idea, once I got my jacket off, I'd toss it to one of their faces to catch them off guard before punching his stuffing out!"

Janet laughed, pleased at how the story was turning out, though she still felt a bit anxious. “Heh, nice,” she said, picking up her glass and taking another nice, long swig of water.

Layla then sighed as she added, "But that didn't stop the other two from trying to get a hold of me. Still, I bashed one's head against the trash bin and the other into it. Now that those three were out, I panted them down before they woke up. I thought it would serve them right anyway."

Janet nodded along as Layla told the story, even managing to smile a bit when she got to the part where she totally destroyed and humiliated the guys. It was a great ending to the story, and Janet was glad that White Feather had not had to go through the sort of thing that she had.

“Wow…” Janet whispered, once her former opponent had gotten to the end of the tale. “Sounds like a close call. Glad you managed to deal with them.”

Layla nodded and said, "Yup, and right after buying some of my favorite perfumes and polishes, I went out and saw those three start running while trying to get their pants and dignity back on. Heheh, guess it taught them a lesson."

“Ha, nice,” Janet said, smiling and nodding as the story finished up. She was glad that Layla hadnâ€t been subjected to the sort of horrible things that so many men were wont to do. She still felt a little uneasy, though, and so she decided to try and change the subject.

“So, you up for that tickle fight yet?” Janet asked playfully, wiggling her fingers in the air, as if to throw down a challenge.

Layla raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What? Now? Here? We just finished a brutal matchup and we need to recover. Besides, we don't want to stay here along if we cause any trouble." The tickle fight though sounds like fun and it wouldn't hurt to do it for a while.

“Hey, thatâ€s why itâ€s a tickle fight and not another fistfight!” Janet said, laughing a little and slapping her knee as Layla expressed some doubt as to whether or not they should have the competition right away. “I understand, though, if youâ€re too chicken to do it. Have it your way!”

She rolled over, resting her head in her hand, waiting to see what her opponentâ€s next reply would be.

Layla thought for a moment and then looked at Janet. She didn't know what to decide on: continue resting until ready or just bite the bullet and jump into this tickle fight.

If Janet turns around to see Layla, she'll see that she's gone from her bed. Layla secretly an quietly slipped out and prepared her fingers to tickle her feet when she's not looking.

Janet had turned away from Layla specifically to give the girl the opportunity to think she was sneaking up on her. Janet could hardly contain her giggling as she waited for the telltale signs of her opponentâ€s approach.

She didnâ€t quite hear the sneaky Layla, however, and only figured out that the girl had taken the bait when she felt something brush against her feet. Acting quickly, so as not to lose the advantage, Janet would flip herself over and grab for Laylaâ€s armpits, trying to tickle them even as her own feet were attacked by the other Native American girlâ€s probing fingers.