Sammi was on her way to her last class of the day, lost in thought, as the heels of her school sandals rapped smartly against the polished floors and her ponytails swung slowly behind her. So lost in thought was Sammi that day, she didn't hear her friend following up the corridor behind her. Sammi was in the first year, while Jemima was in the second, but just occasionally throughout the school-week their differing timetables would momentarily synch up and allow them to walk from one class to the next in each other's company. Noticing that her young friend had not waited for her outside the door of Jemima's class, the older girl walked softly up behind her and placed her sides gently on Sammi's sides, just slightly above her waist.
The first thing that Sammi became aware of was a pair of hands coming to rest gently around her midsection, above the waist but just below the bottom ribs. Before she even had time to react to this initial contact, long slender fingers began to itch and twit