" He was enjoying it because he was laughing. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them down underneath my knees. I did all this in pitch black, mind you. I started running my hands up his sides, tickling him. Not even a slight reaction.
But then, at the most unexpected moments, a tenderhearted sympathy, raw and sudden, would rise in him, and he would plunge his face into my neck, sniff deeply and kiss, tickling me with his mustache.