Myriam got her revenge thanks to her feet

After hours of being tickled, wrapped, cross-tormented, and generally wrecked,
Myriam had one specific revenge fantasy … and the time has come to execute it.
No tickling required.
She walks up to her tormentor, sits on him, and puts her feet in his face.

Sport shoes first. Then socks. Then those bare Arab soles that
have been so thoroughly tickled all afternoon, now demanding worship. He smells.
She smiles. The power has shifted completely … and Myriam, finally, is exactly
where she wants to be.