The Tears Of A Clown

Chapter Nineteen

“Hmm,” she pretended to think it over, “maybe a little” she relented. “Did you miss me?”

“Oh yeah,” George replied pulling her even closer intending to kiss her again to show her how much, but as he did so, he inadvertently pressed against the small pump that squirted water from the trick flower attached Jelena’s clown costume she used as part of her act.

Unfortunately for him there was still some water left in it, so that it squirted from the hole in the middle of the flower right into his face, making him gasp in surprise as he felt it hit him directly in the eye, “What the-!” he exclaimed

“Realising what had happened, Jelena burst out laughing at the startled look on George’s face, as the water dripped down his face

“Wiping the water away, he narrowed his eyes at her, though there was a twinkle of amusement in his dark eyes. “You did that on purpose,” he accused

“No I did not,“ Jelena denied indignantly, though she was still laughing, “You only have yourself to blame, I did nothing, you just shouldn’t have squeezed me so hard when you hugged me“

“You think that was funny though, don’t you?” he accused her in mock offence

“Yeah, actually I think its very funny,” Jelena continued to laugh, “I couldn’t have timed that better in my act, even if I tried”

“Well we will see how funny it is when you are the one getting soaked,” George replied, trying to grab the plastic flower, intending to snatch it from her costume,

Letting out a yelp, she stepped back from him, realising his intentions,

“No George don’t you dare!” she warned

But George wasn’t going to be deterred so easily. He made another beeline for the flower, making her hurriedly back off from him to avoid his retaliation, still laughing and pleading with him not to do something he would only regret,. But he just continued to pursue her, determined to get her back.

So still backing away from him, she hurriedly attempted to remove the flower herself so he couldn’t get his hands on it

She just manage to remove it from her costume when he manage to catch up with her and grab her wrist. She let out a small squeal as they now playfully wrestled between themselves, laughing as George tried to snatch the flower out of her hand.

The wig that had been sitting askew on her head also fell to the ground in the tussle, but she managed to squeeze the little pump, so that whatever water remaining in it, ended up on the ground

“Here have it, it’s empty!” she then declared triumphantly shoving it into his hand.

“Realising he had been cheated out of his chance to give her a taste of her own medicine, George decided to take another tactic in revenge.

Tossing the useless plastic flower over his shoulder, he started to tickle her under the ribs, where he knew she was the most vulnerable to be tickled, making her squeal in protest and try to escape from him again

Her brothers and others around them watched on in amusement, and making sure to step out of their way

“No more!” she gasped for air, weak from laughing and their playful tussle as he closed in on her again

“Are you sorry for laughing at me?” George demanded, but his eyes were dancing with wicked amusement

“Yes, yes” she hurriedly replied as he manage to grab her again and pull her towards him

“How sorry?” he then asked, as she felt his fingers moving towards her ribcage again intending to tickle her again

“Very sorry,” she squeaked grabbing his hands and pulling them away from the delicate area of her ribcage, looking up into his dark eyes pleadingly,