I hate it, fucking hate it!!
Woken by 'd'bro hauling me off the sofa with his hands under my armpits tickling me. He knows I hate it and I screamed and told him to fuck the fuck off before it got to that point you can't breathe. When he stopped I was crying and found it really horrible but he thinks I'm being an 'unhinged headcase'. our mum's despaired of us both. probably because I'm 29 and he's 39 I don't think it's an unreasonable reaction if you can't help it.