"I'd swear that is..." Earthsole whispered to herself observing the backside of the form in front of her in line at Lottie's store. "Yes?" Jeanette wondered turning on her heels. "Oh my God, you ARE Jeanette Peterson!" the flustered hippie gushed. "Yup! Your Czaress of Nightmares!" Jeanette piped enthusiastically. She loved slipping into character but rarely got the chance to anymore. "OH YEAH I LOVED YOUR SHOW!" Earthsole gushed. "Oh any favorites?" Jeanette inquired raising and eyebrow, "Well when I was in college I saw this one about these astronauts that landed on a planet inhabited by these green savage women that try to tickle them to death as part of some wacky ritual." Earthsole began recalling her sexual awakening visibly blushing. Jeanette noticed looking the hippie over from her the ginger hair, blush, and goofy smile she was unaware she was making to her giant dirty feet. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Lulla-Bell would you?" "You know everyone who sees my feet asks me that for some reason." Earthsole stated obliviously. "But yeah, Tickle Women from Venus... So what was your favorite part?" Jeanette continued her questioning "Well there was a lot of... um." Earthsole tried to recount her thoughts without scaring the celebrity off. "Intense tickling scenes?" Jeanette finished shamelessly. "Yeah underline of a lot of the films I reviewed. There seems to be a local flavor. Jeanette gave a wink. "Yeah... I... noticed." Earthsole stammered tomato red as she recalled the last couple weeks since she moved there. Little did she know she was pouring gas on the fire, Jeanette loved teasing. "Aand pack ah craft feathers." Lottiie finished her list of the items as she put them in the bag. "That'll be sixteh two dollars an' twelve cents. "Ooh few more things." Jeanette interjected spinning on her heel again to grab the bottle of soda and bag of gummy worms from Earthsole's hands and putting them on the counter. "So cutie wanna go see the four hour directors cut with me? I have a very special surprise for ticklish little morsels," Jeanette offered seeing how red she could get the flustered hippie at this point.