Okay, Truce

Since almost the beginning of our relationship Travis and I have had to instate a rule of truce.
When we first starting dating it was for things like belly-pie. (Everyone else is the world calls it a raspberry, I believe.)
Then we needed a truce for tickling.

Now that we're married we need truces for pinching, smacking, and biting. (all of these activities are participated in with playfulness, not with the aim of abuse).

We have a few rules for trucing:
First, a true is initiated by a pinky-swear.
Second, if a mutual truce is decided on then the truce last several hours. Usually the exact length of time is decided upon at truce time.
Third, if it is a forced truce it only lasts an hour. Forced truces happen when, for example, I am being tickled into insanity and I somehow get hold of his pinky with mine and yell "TICKLING TRUCE!"
Then he has to stop.
It works like a charm.
Unfortunately, Travis has gotten very good at not letting me get hold of his pinky with mine, so I usually have to fight him. Head butting and kicking are my main defense.
You'd probably be amazed how much energy we get out just sitting on the couch.