The tingling contraption known as the Tickler. A sofa sized invention crafted by a curious inventor. It caresses and tickles with increasing fervor. It was both the coziest place to lay one's head, and the depth of torment. Mechanical appendages mimicked human touch as they danced over my sides, my underarms, my ribs, my belly, and my navel. Each contact elicited giggles, every movement a sharp sensation akin to a dry brush stroke. If I had been a wartime spy, I would have divulged every...