Aaaah...time to relax...and NOT fight (Phe'a VS The Mad Max)

Phe continues to smile erratically before something finally clicked in her noggin:

"Of course! How could I be so dumb! How can you drink anything......if you haven't eaten yet! Don't worry, sweety! I got juuuuuust the thing!"

Phe hurries into another room where Max wasn't able to see, then after some odd minutes later, she arrives with a glass bowl...and with that familiar grin on her face.

"Heeeere I aaaaaam!"

She sings and wiggles her hips. A few deliberate and slow steps later, Phe had already made her way right next to Max. She lifts the hem of her black, lacy dress, sits down and makes herself comfortable next to the large hunk of cheese.

"I got your faaaavorite stuff! Strawberries! Here, open wide for Big Momma, now!"

A piece of strawberry dangles above his head. Will he eat, or is her little boy-toy full?

Max blinked as a prophetic sweatdrop formed at the back of his head, utterly confused, yet awed. Was this girl psychopathic or just plain crazy? She clearly had multiple personalities...or at least she seemed that way: Malicious one second and then nurturing and sweet the next.

His eyes opened as he saw the dangling strawberry above his head. He could feel the warmth of Phe's body as she sat down beside him. In almost a slight refusal to talk, the silver lover opened his mouth silently, welcoming the food, but wary of what else "momma" might have in mind.

"Thaaaat's riiiiiiiight! Open wide for Momma now!"

Phe continued to dangle the single strawberry above his face. When she sees that Max was eager to take a mouthful, Phe slyly retrieved her strawberry, climbed over him and dove in for a feverish kiss full on his lips. Her lips were velvet soft and were tainted with devilish cinnamon.

"Mmmmmmmmmhhh"

After breaking, Phe pulled back, licked the roof of her mouth and looked down at him with tender eyes. She then glanced at the stawberry, took a bite for herself, then spoke with her mouthful.

"Still want the strawberry?"

Max's lips were wide open as "Momma" dove in to lock lips with him, prompting a dark red color to come to his cheeks. The enticing taste of cinnamon made him seem to want more of that kiss even after Phe had broken it. He licked his lips a bit tauntingly as he thought of a sly response.

"That depends, you gonna steal it from my lips?"

"Oh, sorry. What was that?"

Phe finished swallowing the rest of the strawberry whole without giving Max any thought. Once she felt the small piece of fruit travel down her insides, Phe fought back a small burp that ended up being unheard.

"So now that we're allll full! I guess its time to start the real show don't you think?"

She gets off of the bed, takes a quick glance at the Max, smiles, then continued her way into the closet located at another end of her room. Once the closet door opened, she began to stoop over and started digging like a miner in search of buried gold. Thanks to the short reaching hem of her dress, the satin curtains was forced to ride up her curvy, bare flesh the deeper Phe bent over.

"Yes! Here it is!"

The peep show ended just as Phe stood back erect. The woman never said much after that. There was only a sly looking grin on her face. Silently, she made slow deliberate steps toward the man while appearing to be hiding something behind her back.

"Guess what I got Max?"

She teased like making her way closer to him until she was right beside the bed once more. Suddenly, Phe pulled out a ginormous looking feather!

"Who's TICKLISH!!!!??????" " title="Twisted Evil" />

Max's eyes went wide as she teased him yet again by eating the rest of the strawberry, not to much surprise, but to some disappointment. Then she said that it was time for the show, something Max was completely unsure of what she meant at this point, having everything been the opposite of what this crazy girl had said.

Leaning upwards as much as he could to keep his eyes on Phe, Max's eyes went wide as he got his first glimpse of the bit of flesh that the pair of shorts had been covering before. He still couldn't believe he lost so easily to the woman who now was playing with him.

As she edged her way towards him with a feather behind her back, Max got nervous, not sure what she could be hiding. Was it a whip? Was it a cat-of-nine-tails? Was it some big rubbery thing? He gulped as she prepared to reveal it to him.

His eyes went wide with some wonder and dumbfoundedness. "Umm...no...who told you I was ticklish?" Truth was he was very ticklish.

Aaaaah, so you're not ticklish, aren't you hmmmmmmm?"

Phe bats her eyes and leans in close to get a good look at the big man, face to face, just to see if he was bluffing or not. Was Max lying? Or was he really, really ticklish?

"J'ai entendu à partir d'un petit oiseau qui ous êtes tout à fait la petite chienne et maintenant je vais vous exploiter! Now! Have at you! HIYAAAA!"

Assuming a fencer's stance, Phe lunged the very tip of the feather into Max's armpit, trying to goad out a laugh out of the giant.

The silver "warrior" would just stare right back at Phe as she got close for a face-to-face look, at which he would just chuckle and wink at her.

Max raised his eyebrows yet again as Phe talked to him in some different language, French is what he thought it to be. Before he knew it, there was a tip of a feather in his armpit, something which he was able to keep a stonewall face about, despite it actually tickling him a bit.

Phe's face winced and twisted itself in a ball of confusion.

"Uhhh....not ticklish are you?"

She was sure that the armpit was the mother of all tickling spots, but Maxy bot here had the perfect poker face on. Was he not ticklish?

"Geez, are you human or what?"

Phe will try and lunge the feathery tip somewhere else. Maybe his neck next time to get a better reaction. No man shall resist Phe's tickle torture! Na man!
If Phe's feather still did nothing, then that could only mean one thing; a change of plan.

"If you're not hip to tickle torture, then I guess we've gotta make you suffer in another way......."

Max could resist his burst of laughter for the armpit attack, but his true ticklish spot was his neck, which was Phe's next target. With what freedom of movement he had, Max squirmed with laughter.

He bellowed out, "Y-you monster!!.... Hahahaha..... What worse could you....hahahahaha...do?!"

Max was basically at a loss for words.