Stomach
Reno had been sleeping on his couch again. His jacket was slung over his chair, his shirt was riding up to reveal his stomach. His arms were behind his head and he was for all intents and purposes ‘dead to the world’. His dad came in to ask him something, mid-sentence when he realized what was going on. Something of a smirk spread across the man’s face and he very carefully crept into the room. He knelt down beside his son and glanced towards his face.
Then he just began to tickle the bare flesh of his son’s stomach. And he tickled just the right spot and his son not only woke up but began to beg him to stop. He couldn’t take it, but the man just kept tickling and tickling him. He did eventually stop though. The Turks needed Reno alive after all. The man just laid on the couch trying to catch his breath, panting and flipping off the retreating form of his dad.
