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Chapter 17
A corner of Mace's purple boa rose in the air and gently wafted up and around to caress the green troll's ears. Yoda sighed happily. "My sweet Yaddle, erogoneous zone you know that is - wait - Mace, Yaddle you are not. Stimulate me you should not!"
"Stimulate YOU?!" Mace jumped to the far end of the couch. "I'd rather kiss Skywalker."
Siri covered her mouth, chortling. If nothing else, they might get blackmail material on the two senior Jedi.
A bottle upended itself above Mace's head.
"Yoda! You little troll!" Mace sputtered and gasped under the sticky liquid.
"Size matters not," Yoda replied unperturbed.
"You're small enough to stuff in something if you don't behave."
"More power in my little toe than in your head, baldy!"
"Baldy, it's my pride and your hair, huh that's just a few wisps of white and uh master ... don't ... tiiclllleee grrrrr"
"Tickle I do not,"
"Yes."
"Not I do."
"You little green mayhem."
"Mayhem I am not," Yoda closed his eyes with a mischievous smile. He sensed the intentions of the two young masters. And he waved his hands.
"I don't like flying this way,"
"Yes you do," Master Yoda grinned. "To your apartment you go" and he waved again to open the door.
Mace floated into the corridor.
Yoda turned his head. "Pure love, allowed by the Force it is. Mischievous behaviour it is not." And with that the door closed behind Yoda. But not before he had Siri and Obi-Wan giggling on the floor after a bout of tickling both.
"Pure?" Obi-Wan snorted. "Not so 'pure' after we've finally had some time alone, right?" He offered Siri his arm to escort her when -
TBC