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It wasn’t suppose to be like this. When Rebecca had agreed to become Mr. Cline’s T.A, she agreed to let her teammates get a copy of all upcoming tests and assignments. But as time went on, Cline’s passion for teaching caused her to feel guilty. Eventually leading her to renege on her team’s agreement.

She should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. When she entered the school’s gymnasium and walked to the pool she could already feel so many of their eyes on her. Grades were super important to the coaches, but at the same time they’re mandatory schedule’s left very little time to study.

They were all angry with her. Rebecca could feel the tension all around her, but still did her best to ignore it. Only for it to become unavoidable the minute she dipped into the water.

It felt as though all of them descended on her instantaneously. The minute she grabbed onto the edge of the pool she felt six hands and thirty fingers gang up around her sides and ribs. She howled in ticklish agony, but the sensation only got stronger.

“Where do you think you’re going, Becky?” Teased the one groping at her ribs.

“Yea! Maybe you should hang with us until you decide to hand over those answers.” Another one followed, their hands working their way around her sides.

“Tickle tickle tickle Rebecca!~”

Poor Rebecca was beside herself, struggling as best she could to get free. It wasn’t until minutes later she finally broke out of the three girl’s clutches. With the rest of her teammates giggling at her she ran as fast as she could with her “interrogators” in hot pursuit. She didn’t know who told them about her weakness, but she was not about to let them use it against her.

It wasn’t long before several of her teammates were after her, each of them with mischievous smiles and wiggling fingers. If they had caught her she was going to be the star of a full blown tickle party. As Rebecca dashed past the court yard and looked for her next direction she felt fear setting in. She didn’t know what to do or where to go.

“Becky! Over here!” She heard her friend Sally calling out. The petite red head waved her down over by the fence. “We have to get you out of here! The team is *really* mad at you.”

Rebecca listened carefully as Sally told her the plan. Fortunately there was a decent sized hole in the structure of the fence, perfect for her to use as her escape. She wasn’t keen on the idea of running home in just her bathing suit, but it beat getting tickled to death.

Sally bit her lip as she watched her friend get down on all fours and try to crawl her way into the hole. Her top half fit just fine, but sadly her hips were a completely different story. Poor Rebecca tried to heave herself out several times, but with very little progress.

That’s when she felt the rope around her ankles.

“Sally?! SALLY! What are you doing?” Rebecca whined, realizing she had just walked into a trap.

“Sorry Becks, but I really need that A, and *you* really need to be taught a lesson in sharing.” It was then Becky heard the sounds of books being dropped on the floor. “And speaking of sharing! Look what I found!~”

“No!” Rebecca shouted defiantly. She didn’t like any of this one bit!

“Awww, don’t worry Becks!” Sally hissed, pulling a pen from her bag and clicking the point out. “I think I know a way to kill to birds with one stone!”

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Rebecca wanted her teammates to study more seriously, but never could have imagined a cram session like this. She again tried to pull herself through the schoolyard fence, but her wide hips made it impossible. Worse still we’re the actions transpiring over on the other side.

“PLAHAHASE! NOAHAHAHA IAHAAHA CAHAHANT! I CAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Rebecca roared in uncontrollable laughter as she could feel the pen scribble it’s way down the bottoms of her feet.

Sally meanwhile just seemed to talk to herself, reviewing her “notes”.

“Oh, so *that’s* how you solve for X! Pfft, I’m such a scatter brain.” The tanned red head joked as she intensely underline the answers written onto her friend’s high arches. The fine bullet point of the pen softly sinking into the plush skin of Rebecca’s feet.

“NOAHAHAHAHTHAT! NOAHAHAHAHAAH-AAAH! AHAHAPFFFAHAHAA!” Rebecca howled, her damp hair annoyingly itching at her face as she turned her head this way and that.

“No? But it says it right here in the folder!” Sally explained, knowing full well that wasn’t what her friend was protesting. Still she continued, being sure to trace over certain words two or three times so they were bold and clear.

“NAOAHAHAH! THAHAAAHS NAIAHAHATHAHAAIAHAMEN!”

Rebecca screamed, but knew no one was going to come to her rescue. With the school day long since done and several of their teammates standing guard, she was as good as their’s.

Sally meanwhile used Rebecca’s plump toes for side notes. She marked each and every line with a harsh bullet point, which made the poor girl clench her entire body. The evil ginger had to admit, if she had known studying would be this much fun she’d have started hitting the books years ago.

“NOAHAHAHAAHHAH! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAP! THAHAAISHAHAHAAHS CHAHAHASZY!!!” The defenseless T.A screamed, feeling every cruel bit of torture that bull point pen could bring.

“Aw, but desperate times call for desperate (and fun) measures! If you didn’t like us using you for an answer sheet, then maybe you’ll like us using you for a note pad.” Sally joked, now just writing random nonsense out of spite. Enjoying the sounds her friend was making.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team got their phones and camera’s ready. If Rebecca wasn’t going to cough up the sheet itself, then they would all just have to study using the answers on the soles of her feet.

Needless to say, the entire swimming team received high marks for the rest of the semester. While Rebecca learned that while there was no *I* in Team, there was most certainly a *T* that took on more than one meaning.

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Derrick

Haha awesome pic! Will we perhaps get to see another angle with her facial expressions or no?