MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK PART EIGHT â€“ ALASKA Rachel was quite excited about the next stop on her first international tour, which had not gone exactly as planned with her being tickled almost everywhere she went, almost like she had an invisible mark on her that read tickle me. Rachel, being from a rural area in the northeast, loved to get out into nature â€“ to go camping by a lakeside and to be alone for a time. Not only that, she was going to buy a brand new pair of Kodiak boots for hiking. She only had three days in Alaska, to visit some restaurants, to go shopping, and to spend a night in the wild. She would visit one restaurant after arrival, sampling the reindeer stew that it was well-known for in this area. The following day, she would buy her new boots in the morning so that she could wear them for the rest of that day to break them in. Lunch would be reindeer soup at a small eatery she had read about, and supper would be fresh Alaskan wild salmon. She had arranged with the hotel for a small pup tent and a few other things to take along to a nice isolated lake not far from the city that the staff had told her about. All went according to plan. She had visited the three restaurants, taken care of her video reports so that Ed could go back to New York with the tapes and materials they had amassed on their trip, and she had bought her Kodiak boots in the morning. After wearing her new boots all day and hiking to the isolated lake the staff had told her about, though, her feet were sore and Rachel was certain that she had blisters on her feet. Once she had set up her tent, she decided to soak her feet in some water from the lake to which she would add all the salt she had with her, nearly half a pound. She was very fond of salty foods, often saying the saltier the better, and always made sure she had extra salt with her. Today, though, for her sore feet, the salt was going to be particularly useful, and it felt so good to soak her feet in the salted water for at least an hour. She crawled into the little pup tent and quickly fell asleep. Rachel woke up with a start when her pup tent collapsed around her. Someone, or something, was there and had hit her little pup tent. She didnâ€™t move, other than to open a little hole in the fabric of the tent to see who, or what, was out there. It was early in the morning and the sun was only just rising in the sky, perhaps three oâ€™clock. Being late summer, the sun was no longer up through the entire night. When she looked through the hole in the fabric, she saw a moose â€“ a wild animal related to the deer and elk, about the size of a horse and six times as strong. It was rummaging around at the other end of the tent, sniffing at her things. Then it found what it was looking for. â€œShit,â€ said Rachel, trying to fight her way out of the collapsed tent as the moose started to lick her feet. It had sensed the salt that was no soaked deeply into the skin of her feet and dried overnight. Rachel struggled fiercely to get away, but the more she fought against the fabric of the collapsed tent, the more she wrapped herself in the material. â€œHahahahahahahaha, shihihihihihit,â€ she laughed, â€œahahahahahaha, heeeeeeeeelp, somebohohohody, pleaheahease!â€ The moose, with its long, wide velvety tongue and cold, wet nose, kept on licking and muzzling around her feet, licking the tops, the bottoms and the soles of her feet relentlessly. There was simply no escape. The more she fought against the fabric, the more mummified she got to be as it wrapped around her. Even her arms ended up pinned against her sides. Before long, other moose arrived to get some of the salt, too. The salt was a great treat for them and something they rarely, if ever, got to taste. The worst of the tickling, though, was when the big moose ran its long, velvety tongue over the soles of her feet and when the little newborn moose licked her toes. â€œShihihihihihit, go awayhayhayhay,â€ she cried, â€œyouhouhouâ€™re kihihihihiling mehehehehehehehe!â€ â€œAhahahahahahaha,â€ she cried, â€œIâ€™ve gohohot to pihihihihiss!â€ By the time four hours had passed, and the herd of moose had satisfied itself with the salt from her feet, Rachel had pissed herself several times. Her jeans, panties, even her t-shirt and the fabric of the tent itself were soaked. It took her nearly half an hour to untangle herself from the tent. â€œShit!â€ she said to herself, â€œWhat the hell was that all about? I soak my sore feet in salt water and the damn wildlife comes and tickles the piss out of me. Now Iâ€™m soaking wet all over.â€ Since the lake was quite isolated, and there was nobody around anywhere, Rachel decided to take off her wet clothes and wash them in the lake. Then, while they were on tree branches drying, she would go for a dip in the lake to soak in the cool water and to clean herself. She was a sweaty, pee-soaked mess from head to foot.