There are only violet reactions. In college I had a big house and a few roommates (a couple) moved in. Found them on Craigslist and they were from San Diego. I lived there for a few years in the fifth grade. Love S.D.
They just had a bit of cash saved up. This was shortly after 9.11 and the economy was poor. But they needed jobs asap. They were nerdy hipsters and I got the guy a job at movie theater. I knew the manager and pulled strings. The girl ended up working at a flower place on the side of the road and was paid under the table. She actually made good money. More than the dude.
But the girl/woman knew I was ticklish. Seriously ticklish. But one day I got home from school and was going up the stairs to drop off my backpack. When you walked in the front door there were stairs. My room was up the stairs above the garage. But she intercepted me and pinned me on the stairs and went to town tickling my ribs. I pushed her off. Rib-tickles are actually painful.
But a bad thing happened and I pushed her a bit too hard. She wasn’t breathing and we all kinda flipped out. Jessie suggested that we take care of “the situation”. We went to Fred Meyer and bought a shovel.