Mom and her two sons play a wicked game of chase & tickle.
(Enjoy)
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Angie, aka The Queen, crept toward the stairs, holding the long wooden match aloft. Its feeble light barely pierced the inky darkness of the castle's basement as she paused halfway across considering how they might be waiting for her on the stairs before rejecting the idea. No, they would want to build the suspense a bit more before launching their attack.
Taking a moment to consider things, she figured the impending attack would come somewhere upstairs. Maybe in the royal kitchen as she exited the basement, or maybe nearer the stairs that led to the upstairs of the tri-level castle.
"s**t," Angie cried softly as she waved her hand to put the match out after letting it
