The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip, to California. The trip did not go well, as they went three and six for the trip, losing two out of three at each stop of a San Fransisco, San Diego, and Los Angeles sojourn. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand.
While Mitch was away in California, his relationship with Naomi began to deteroriate. He was not performing well on the trip, and the Good Guys were losing, so he was frustrated, and down. After a few nights of Mitch venting frustration, Naomi informed him out of the blue that she had received a movie offer. When Mitch attempted to ask her about it, she then clammed up, angrily saying that she did not want to discuss it, because, as she saw it, all that mattered was Mitch's baseball career, the Good Guys, and what Mitch wanted. She felt that it was as she had always charged. As long as Mitch was fulfilled, the team was doing well, and Mitch was tickling Naomi, worshipping her feet, and she was standing barefoot on the next ladder, her thoughts and feelings didnt matter. Mitch became infuriated at this charge, feeling he was being attacked. At one point, Naomi called Mitch a "Mean, Selfish, Fuck" , to which Mitch replied "Well, Naomi, if I'm such a mean, selfish fuck, maybe you need to get rid of me then, and find another man who won't be as much of a mean, selfish fuck! You, on the other hand, are just fucking marvelous. A harmless, docile human being, who has never cursed me out, screamed at me, or put me down. You are just 100% fucking perfect!" Mitch said sarcastically. To this, Naomi replied:" I think it's time we dont talk for a few days. Take some time to soak your head, selfish fucking asshole!" Naomi typed, in capitals, and signed off.
On Sunday night, when Mitch arrived home, Naomi was broiling so badly, that she felt like she wanted to go off on him. When he entered the bedroom, she was up, with a look of death. Mitch put down his suitcase and said. "I'm just going to undress, then I'm going to the guest room. You dont have to talk to me, and I dont have to talk to you!" Mitch spouted. Naomi looked at him with a stare to split stone, and then seethingly said. "You fucking, dirty, selfish coward! Mr Perfect! God forbid you ever do something that Naomi wants, or that Naomi asks. You are worried that maybe if you aren't 100% right all the time, that maybe the sun wont rise in the East, and set in the West anymore. I got news for you, Mitchell Ross. The world doesnt rise and set on you! 50,000 fans may cheer your name every night, but you know what you are? Nothing! You are spineless, and scared. A coward! You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit!" Naomi said, shaking with rage as she spoke. "Fine, if I'm such a worthless piece of shit, like I said, why dont you get rid of me then? Divorce me, big shot, scumbag bitch from down under. You think I want to be married to someone who thinks I'm a worthless piece of shit. I'd rather be single forever than have that!" Mitch shot back. "So that's it, huh? Your declaration? Instead of God forbid ever looking at yourself, you're rather say to your wife of nearly a quarter century, who has given you her life. "Fuck you, I'm done!" Take the easy way out. That's just fucking great!" Naomi said, blistering with anger. "Did I ever say fuck you, I'm done? Wny the fuck dont you look at what happens, instead of what you think? If I had said, "Fuck you, I'm done", I would have come home, gotten clothes, gone to a hotel, started looking for apartments, and filed divorce papers tomorrow. If anyone is going to say "Fuck you, I'm done" it is going to have to be you, honeybun. I'm not going anywhere!" Mitch said, infatically. "You call me honeybun again, and I swear, I am going to come over there, and give you a hard kick in the balls! Dont fucking push me, just get the fuck out of my sight!" Naomi said, seething. "Fine, you want me out of your sight, I'll do it, with pleasure. Fuck you, bitch!" Mitch said, before undressing, exiting the room, and going to sleep in the guest room.
The next morning, when the family awoke, the rage was still there. As Mitch made his way into the kitchen, Naomi warned him. "You so much as brush up against me, and you will be singing soprano. Just give me a reason to kick you in the balls, you piece of shit!" Naomi said. "I wont come near you. In fact, I am going to eat, then I am leaving. I dont want to be here with you. I'm sick of your fucking ranting and raving. You are a lunatic!" Mitch shot back. "What would you do if I said I was going to change the locks if you leave?" Naomi asked. "For someone who doesnt want a divorce, and claims I'm a coward, that would be an aggressive move. You change the locks, and I'll file divorce papers before the end of the day, and then we'll be finished" Mitch said. Naomi was silent, and didnt say anything. Mitch ate. left the apartment, went to the casino, the spa, and then the ballpark.
That night, in the pregame time before the game with Washington, Mitch trotted down to the bullpen where Naomi was. He stuck his head in the bullpen door, and saw her:" So, did you change the locks yet?" He needled. "No, I didnt. Are you daring me to change them? Do you want us to be finished?" Naomi shot back. "No , I dont" Mitch replied. "Okay, then get the fuck out of here, let's play, and just let me think. Leave me alone for a while, and dont keep badgering me" Naomi said. "Do you hate me?" Mitch asked. Naomi sighed. "No, Mitchell, I dont hate you. I always love you. You just drive me crazy! Please just let's play the game. I dont want this to escalate" Mitch nodded, and left. The game played out okay for the Good Guys. Mitch struck out three times, but was picked up by an Ed Burns three run homer. Kate Hudson was magnificent that night, striking out nine, and shutting out the Nationals, for a 3-0 win. When the couple got home, they went to bed, and said nothing to each other.
The next night, with Mitch and Naomi still not talking, the Good Guys played Washington again. Gil Bellows had the ball. Gil allowed two runs in seven innings. The Good Guys trailed, 2-1 in the seventh, when the left fielder Dawson hit a three run home run. That gave the Good Guys a lead they would never relinquish, and a 4-2 victory. Charlize Theron pitched on Wednesday, but could not complete the sweep, as she got bombed, and the Good Guys lost, 5-0.
Thursday was an off day. After the family had left that morning, Mitch found Naomi kneeling on the living room floor, bare soles in back of her. "How about we say to hell with whatever the fight was about, get naked, and fuck right here on the living room floor" Mitch said, in jest. Naomi stared at him:" You must have lost your mind. You are nowhere near the point of being able to "Fuck" me. I can barely stand the sight of you. " "Do you want to go to counesling?" Mitch asked. "Might as well, either that or the divorce lawyer" Naomi replied. The couple dressed, and went to therapy. "I got a movie offer. I dont know if I'm going to take it. I want to, since I get so little work in the movies anymore. I couldnt even tell him about it. He is so, me, me, me, it's just sick. As long as I am his fuckbox, his tickle slave, his foot worship muse, and his ladder lady, nothing else seems to matter. My feelings dont count. I am NOT a robot, Mitchell! I am a living, breathing, human being with feelings, and you treat me like shit!" Naomi said, her voice rising into a scream. "Okay, so you feel I treat you like shit. What can I do, to change those feelings?" Mitch asked. "Let me talk. Consider MY feelings. Dont get on the computer every night, and go on about Mitch's games, or Mitch's life. Let me talk first. Be concerned about me. Dont think everything is okay just because I spread my legs for you, I let you tickle me, and we fuck. I need to know I count, too. Part of me feels like taking everything you enjoy away from you, until you SHOW me you care. No more tickling. No more foot smelling, no more ladder shows, or sex. I just want you to SHOW me you love me, Mitchell. I want you to SHOW me you care!" Naomi said, seething, tears beginning to run down her face. Mitch was silent for a minute. Naomi's declaration stuck him in the gut. Then, he took a deep breath, and said. "Okay, I do love you, with all my heart, but I know you dont believe that right now, so tell you what. I wont expect anything. I wont ask to tickle you, or to smell your feet, or for you to get up the ladder, or for any sex. We will just live, platonically, for however long you want. It wont be easy, but, if you are that unhappy, what other choice do I have?" Mitch said, almost to himself. "I hope you can change, Mitchell. I dont want "US" to be over, but you are so oblivious to how I feel, it just kills me" Naomi said. For the rest of the day, the couple, after going home, were silent. Clearly, they had many miles to walk, and many rivers to cross.
The next night, the Good Guys opened a series against the Phillies. Neve Campbell had the opening game start. She was magnificent, firing a four hit shutout, in a 4-0 win. Rachel Leigh Cook lost a close 3-2 game on Saturday night. Kate Hudson was on the mound, on a warm, humid, high 80s day, in front of a sellout. Kate was good that day, allowing one run in seven innings, and striking out ten. The Good Guys broke open a close game, with five runs in the seventh, to walk away with a 6-1 win.
On Monday night, the Reds came to town, for the final series of the homestand. Gil Bellows had the ball. He got hit hard that night, allowing seven runs, and the Good Guys could not recover, losing 7-2. Charlize Theron took her turn on Tuesday night. She allowed three runs in six innings, a quality start. The Good Guys broke a 3-3 tie in the eighth, with two runs, and the bullpen did the rest, for a 5-3 win. Neve Campbell was on the mound, on a sunny, hot, 92 degree Paradise day, in front of a sellout. She pitched decently, allowing three runs in seven innings. The Good Guys trailed, 3-2 in the seventh, before rallying for five runs. The bullpen allowed one run in the eighth, but Hilary Duff got an uneventful save in the ninth, as the Good Guys came away with a 7-4 win, that completed a fine six and three homestand On field, all was stable. Off field, disaster was brewing.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the game with the Phillies. The featured lee would be a tall blonde hostess at the ballpark's Diamond Club. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as she shifted her head, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Moving down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the hostess on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she giggled some more:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, Catcher Barney was the next ler, tickling the hostess on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her legs bucked, and she continued to giggle:HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at her soft feet, and attacked them with his fingers, feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her bare soles and toes. The hosetess went berserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! NOT MY FEET! THEY ARE SO TICKLISH! I GIVE UP! NOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEH! Finally, the tickle ended, and the hostess was untied.
On Thursday evening, Mitch was packed for the team road trip. "Disasterous homestand this time. We both have a lot of thinking to do" Mitch said. "Yes" Naomi replied. "Will you still be here when I get back, no locks changed?" Mitch asked. "Yes, I will still be right here when you get back, and no, I will not change the locks" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, picked up his bag, and left, to catch the cab he had called to the airport.
So, it had been a very rocky homestand. Was it just a bump in the road, or the beginning of long term problems? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
While Mitch was away in California, his relationship with Naomi began to deteroriate. He was not performing well on the trip, and the Good Guys were losing, so he was frustrated, and down. After a few nights of Mitch venting frustration, Naomi informed him out of the blue that she had received a movie offer. When Mitch attempted to ask her about it, she then clammed up, angrily saying that she did not want to discuss it, because, as she saw it, all that mattered was Mitch's baseball career, the Good Guys, and what Mitch wanted. She felt that it was as she had always charged. As long as Mitch was fulfilled, the team was doing well, and Mitch was tickling Naomi, worshipping her feet, and she was standing barefoot on the next ladder, her thoughts and feelings didnt matter. Mitch became infuriated at this charge, feeling he was being attacked. At one point, Naomi called Mitch a "Mean, Selfish, Fuck" , to which Mitch replied "Well, Naomi, if I'm such a mean, selfish fuck, maybe you need to get rid of me then, and find another man who won't be as much of a mean, selfish fuck! You, on the other hand, are just fucking marvelous. A harmless, docile human being, who has never cursed me out, screamed at me, or put me down. You are just 100% fucking perfect!" Mitch said sarcastically. To this, Naomi replied:" I think it's time we dont talk for a few days. Take some time to soak your head, selfish fucking asshole!" Naomi typed, in capitals, and signed off.
On Sunday night, when Mitch arrived home, Naomi was broiling so badly, that she felt like she wanted to go off on him. When he entered the bedroom, she was up, with a look of death. Mitch put down his suitcase and said. "I'm just going to undress, then I'm going to the guest room. You dont have to talk to me, and I dont have to talk to you!" Mitch spouted. Naomi looked at him with a stare to split stone, and then seethingly said. "You fucking, dirty, selfish coward! Mr Perfect! God forbid you ever do something that Naomi wants, or that Naomi asks. You are worried that maybe if you aren't 100% right all the time, that maybe the sun wont rise in the East, and set in the West anymore. I got news for you, Mitchell Ross. The world doesnt rise and set on you! 50,000 fans may cheer your name every night, but you know what you are? Nothing! You are spineless, and scared. A coward! You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit!" Naomi said, shaking with rage as she spoke. "Fine, if I'm such a worthless piece of shit, like I said, why dont you get rid of me then? Divorce me, big shot, scumbag bitch from down under. You think I want to be married to someone who thinks I'm a worthless piece of shit. I'd rather be single forever than have that!" Mitch shot back. "So that's it, huh? Your declaration? Instead of God forbid ever looking at yourself, you're rather say to your wife of nearly a quarter century, who has given you her life. "Fuck you, I'm done!" Take the easy way out. That's just fucking great!" Naomi said, blistering with anger. "Did I ever say fuck you, I'm done? Wny the fuck dont you look at what happens, instead of what you think? If I had said, "Fuck you, I'm done", I would have come home, gotten clothes, gone to a hotel, started looking for apartments, and filed divorce papers tomorrow. If anyone is going to say "Fuck you, I'm done" it is going to have to be you, honeybun. I'm not going anywhere!" Mitch said, infatically. "You call me honeybun again, and I swear, I am going to come over there, and give you a hard kick in the balls! Dont fucking push me, just get the fuck out of my sight!" Naomi said, seething. "Fine, you want me out of your sight, I'll do it, with pleasure. Fuck you, bitch!" Mitch said, before undressing, exiting the room, and going to sleep in the guest room.
The next morning, when the family awoke, the rage was still there. As Mitch made his way into the kitchen, Naomi warned him. "You so much as brush up against me, and you will be singing soprano. Just give me a reason to kick you in the balls, you piece of shit!" Naomi said. "I wont come near you. In fact, I am going to eat, then I am leaving. I dont want to be here with you. I'm sick of your fucking ranting and raving. You are a lunatic!" Mitch shot back. "What would you do if I said I was going to change the locks if you leave?" Naomi asked. "For someone who doesnt want a divorce, and claims I'm a coward, that would be an aggressive move. You change the locks, and I'll file divorce papers before the end of the day, and then we'll be finished" Mitch said. Naomi was silent, and didnt say anything. Mitch ate. left the apartment, went to the casino, the spa, and then the ballpark.
That night, in the pregame time before the game with Washington, Mitch trotted down to the bullpen where Naomi was. He stuck his head in the bullpen door, and saw her:" So, did you change the locks yet?" He needled. "No, I didnt. Are you daring me to change them? Do you want us to be finished?" Naomi shot back. "No , I dont" Mitch replied. "Okay, then get the fuck out of here, let's play, and just let me think. Leave me alone for a while, and dont keep badgering me" Naomi said. "Do you hate me?" Mitch asked. Naomi sighed. "No, Mitchell, I dont hate you. I always love you. You just drive me crazy! Please just let's play the game. I dont want this to escalate" Mitch nodded, and left. The game played out okay for the Good Guys. Mitch struck out three times, but was picked up by an Ed Burns three run homer. Kate Hudson was magnificent that night, striking out nine, and shutting out the Nationals, for a 3-0 win. When the couple got home, they went to bed, and said nothing to each other.
The next night, with Mitch and Naomi still not talking, the Good Guys played Washington again. Gil Bellows had the ball. Gil allowed two runs in seven innings. The Good Guys trailed, 2-1 in the seventh, when the left fielder Dawson hit a three run home run. That gave the Good Guys a lead they would never relinquish, and a 4-2 victory. Charlize Theron pitched on Wednesday, but could not complete the sweep, as she got bombed, and the Good Guys lost, 5-0.
Thursday was an off day. After the family had left that morning, Mitch found Naomi kneeling on the living room floor, bare soles in back of her. "How about we say to hell with whatever the fight was about, get naked, and fuck right here on the living room floor" Mitch said, in jest. Naomi stared at him:" You must have lost your mind. You are nowhere near the point of being able to "Fuck" me. I can barely stand the sight of you. " "Do you want to go to counesling?" Mitch asked. "Might as well, either that or the divorce lawyer" Naomi replied. The couple dressed, and went to therapy. "I got a movie offer. I dont know if I'm going to take it. I want to, since I get so little work in the movies anymore. I couldnt even tell him about it. He is so, me, me, me, it's just sick. As long as I am his fuckbox, his tickle slave, his foot worship muse, and his ladder lady, nothing else seems to matter. My feelings dont count. I am NOT a robot, Mitchell! I am a living, breathing, human being with feelings, and you treat me like shit!" Naomi said, her voice rising into a scream. "Okay, so you feel I treat you like shit. What can I do, to change those feelings?" Mitch asked. "Let me talk. Consider MY feelings. Dont get on the computer every night, and go on about Mitch's games, or Mitch's life. Let me talk first. Be concerned about me. Dont think everything is okay just because I spread my legs for you, I let you tickle me, and we fuck. I need to know I count, too. Part of me feels like taking everything you enjoy away from you, until you SHOW me you care. No more tickling. No more foot smelling, no more ladder shows, or sex. I just want you to SHOW me you love me, Mitchell. I want you to SHOW me you care!" Naomi said, seething, tears beginning to run down her face. Mitch was silent for a minute. Naomi's declaration stuck him in the gut. Then, he took a deep breath, and said. "Okay, I do love you, with all my heart, but I know you dont believe that right now, so tell you what. I wont expect anything. I wont ask to tickle you, or to smell your feet, or for you to get up the ladder, or for any sex. We will just live, platonically, for however long you want. It wont be easy, but, if you are that unhappy, what other choice do I have?" Mitch said, almost to himself. "I hope you can change, Mitchell. I dont want "US" to be over, but you are so oblivious to how I feel, it just kills me" Naomi said. For the rest of the day, the couple, after going home, were silent. Clearly, they had many miles to walk, and many rivers to cross.
The next night, the Good Guys opened a series against the Phillies. Neve Campbell had the opening game start. She was magnificent, firing a four hit shutout, in a 4-0 win. Rachel Leigh Cook lost a close 3-2 game on Saturday night. Kate Hudson was on the mound, on a warm, humid, high 80s day, in front of a sellout. Kate was good that day, allowing one run in seven innings, and striking out ten. The Good Guys broke open a close game, with five runs in the seventh, to walk away with a 6-1 win.
On Monday night, the Reds came to town, for the final series of the homestand. Gil Bellows had the ball. He got hit hard that night, allowing seven runs, and the Good Guys could not recover, losing 7-2. Charlize Theron took her turn on Tuesday night. She allowed three runs in six innings, a quality start. The Good Guys broke a 3-3 tie in the eighth, with two runs, and the bullpen did the rest, for a 5-3 win. Neve Campbell was on the mound, on a sunny, hot, 92 degree Paradise day, in front of a sellout. She pitched decently, allowing three runs in seven innings. The Good Guys trailed, 3-2 in the seventh, before rallying for five runs. The bullpen allowed one run in the eighth, but Hilary Duff got an uneventful save in the ninth, as the Good Guys came away with a 7-4 win, that completed a fine six and three homestand On field, all was stable. Off field, disaster was brewing.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the game with the Phillies. The featured lee would be a tall blonde hostess at the ballpark's Diamond Club. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as she shifted her head, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEEHE! Moving down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the hostess on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she giggled some more:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, Catcher Barney was the next ler, tickling the hostess on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as her legs bucked, and she continued to giggle:HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at her soft feet, and attacked them with his fingers, feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her bare soles and toes. The hosetess went berserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter:HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! NOT MY FEET! THEY ARE SO TICKLISH! I GIVE UP! NOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEH! Finally, the tickle ended, and the hostess was untied.
On Thursday evening, Mitch was packed for the team road trip. "Disasterous homestand this time. We both have a lot of thinking to do" Mitch said. "Yes" Naomi replied. "Will you still be here when I get back, no locks changed?" Mitch asked. "Yes, I will still be right here when you get back, and no, I will not change the locks" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, picked up his bag, and left, to catch the cab he had called to the airport.
So, it had been a very rocky homestand. Was it just a bump in the road, or the beginning of long term problems? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
