"I require yet another souvenir and it must be something special to signify your complete surrender to this particular tickle monster."

"Something special as in?"

Not mincing words, the naughty tickle monster gave words to the queen's growing fear of what he might ask for. "As in your royal brasserie my queen. Take it off and hand it over to me... immediately."

Sniffing, the queen replied haughtily, "I shall do no such thing, you stupid monster. A queen's bra falling into the possession of such a naughty monster as yourself would simply be unacceptable."

"Then you leave the monster no choice..."

Without warning, he dove head long on top of...