The Good Guys left on their second road trip of the year. It began well, as they swept a three game series in Pittsburgh. After winning two out of three in Chicago, the Paradise Islanders were swept in a three game series in St Louis, ending the trip with a four game losing streak, in spite of the winning record on the trip. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand, against the California teams.
On the last night of the road trip, Mitch had an argument with Naomi, over the most trivial of issues. They had agreed that after each night's game, when Mitch returned to his hotel, he would then call Naomi on the phone, and, if he didnt get her, wait a certain amount of time, for her to come online, before either signing off for the night, or engaging in other things. The game ended, Mitch went with the team back to the hotel, and called Naomi, to no answer, but leaving a message that he was looking for her. He then entered the tickle chatroom, to chat with members of the Good Guys, and other friends, waiting the agreed upon one hour, for Naomi to come online. He waited the hour, and Naomi did not appear online. Mitch, who was then tired, went for a postgame meal with some of the members of the team, and to bed. The next morning, he awoke early, to find a nasty e-mail from Naomi in his e-mail box, about how she was "Waiting for him", and he was "Not there". Mitch became infuriated, and fired off a reply to Naomi, that he had not seen her online, and, if he had seen her, he most certainly would have spoken to her. The Good Guys played the final game that Sunday in St Louis, won the game, and boarded the team plane to Nassau, arriving at 8pm that evening. When Mitch got to the apartment, he was seething mad. "I dont want to hear it. Did you just do that to start a fight? When the fuck do I ever ignore you, when I see you, and you're waiting for me? You were not visible. You did not email me, and you did not call me, so, what the fuck am I, a mind reader? What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mitch charged. "Of course! Little Mitch is perfect, infallable, and big, bad, bitch, Naomi, who just loves to start fights, and cause trouble, so that Mitch and Naomi can have a miserable night, just said that, to start something, so that we can be here, screaming at each other, instead of in bed, naked, and fucking, with every part of me, in your face, like we should be, after I havent seen you for ten days! This was exactly my plan, Mister, "I'm so fucking perfect, and I can do no wrong!" Naomi shot back, her voice rising into a scream. "Why did you have to be nasty, Naomi? Why cant you ever take anything I say to you at face value, and say: "Okay, Mitch. We missed. It happens". Instead of turning it into a conflict!" Mitch retorted. "You know what, fuck you, Mitchell. I'm going to bed. Go to the guest room, and go jerk off, thinking about what you would have been doing with me tonight, if you werent such an ass!" Naomi shouted, marching to the bedroom, slamming, and locking the door.
The next morning, the couple awoke, and had breakfast with their grown children, while not speaking to each other. After everyone left, they continued to scowl at one another. "Okay, you know what, fuck this. I'm tired. I'm not going to sit here all day, and have sourpuss faces at each other. I'm either going to go for a nap, where I hope you wont bother me, or out, where I wont have to be around you! Mitch snapped. "Do whatever the fuck you want, Mitchell. You think I care what you do?" Naomi replied. "Well, Naomi Ellen, I certainly hope you care in some way what I do, because if you dont care about anything I do, then what the fuck am I here for? Maybe I should be somewhere fucking else then!" Mitch shouted. "Maybe you should, so why dont you just go there then!" Naomi screamed. Mitch took a shower, and got dressed. "You know what, fuck you. I'm going to the casino all day. I will be at the park tonight. You can do whatever. I dont care. If you come to the casino, please stay away from me. I just want to chill before the game, and not have to listen to you" Mitch said. "Dont worry, asshole, I'll stay as far away from you as possible, you can be fucking sure of that!" Naomi retorted. Mitch went to the casino, and lost $500.
That night, the Good Guys opened a three game series, and nine game homestand, with a game against the Giants. Kate Hudson was on the mound. Kate gave up two solo homers, while striking out nine, in seven innings. Inning after inning, the Good Guys could not score. In the ninth, they pushed across a run, and had the bases loaded, with two out, when Mitch struck out, for the final out of the game, to a chorus of boos, and a 2-1 Good Guy defeat. Mitch, who usually felt terrible when he didnt produce, felt sour instead. His mind was thinking. "Fuck all you assholes. Do any of you know what kind of a day I had? You think I care that I struck out to end a dumb baseball game?" Mitch really had more pride than this, but he was ticked to no end at Naomi, and had a feeling this situation wouldnt end anytime soon. The couple continued to sleep in seperate rooms. The next night, Gil Bellows was the starter. The Good Guys got a three run homer from Ed Burns in the first inning, which was all they needed, in a 3-0 win. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday. She allowed three runs in six innings. Paradise trailed, 3-2 in the sixth, before exploding for five runs. The bullpen did the rest, and brought home a 7-3 victory.
Thursday was an off day. The couple did go to counesling that day, to vent their feelings. "We have been sleeping apart all week due to the most trivial fucking thing. I waited online for her the last night of the road trip, didnt see her, and emailed her. She replied, thinking I was blowing her off. We had this huge fight, that keeps escalating into more arguments, and havent talked to each other, or slept together, all fucking week!" Mitch said. "The two of you are very headstrong personalities. Many times, neither of you want to give ground. If it was that trivial, you need to put it behind you, and forgive. That is, unless you enjoy sleeping apart" The therapist said. Mitch sighed. "Nai, we see each other so little. We've wasted four damn nights. Can we call a truce by saying we were both wrong, and lost our heads? I'd kind of like to sleep with you tonight, and not have to keep fighting like this" Mitch said. Naomi gave a small smile. "Okay, come to bed tonight. We'll let this go. It isnt worth all this. " Naomi said. That night, Naomi was lying on the living room floor, doing pilates exercises, for her legs, and Mitch lowered himself on her, and laid on top of her "Hey, get off. I'm exercising. " Naomi said. "You look too damn sexy down there doing those exercises. Come to bed. I want to do it, now" Mitch said. "No, American, you will wait. I'm doing my workout. You are so impulsive" Naomi said. "Okay, let me put it this way, Aussie. Unless you want me to start tickling you to death, so you cant work out, and to blow raspberries on your tummy, which I know you hate, I suggest you get your ass naked and into bed, got it??!" Mitch said, dominantly. Naomi sighed "Fine, I'll finish my workout later, with goddamn semen in me, because you are too much of a man to wear a condom. I'll do what you say, but only because I'm dying to get fucked, and dont want to get into another fight" Naomi said, getting up from the floor, and going with Mitch to bed. The couple made love, and Mitch gave Naomi a good tickling, and, after her orgasm, did blow a large raspberry on her tummy. "Will you stop it with the damn tummy raspberries already, United States man. It drives me fucking insane!" Naomi said, with a voice of mock anger.
The next night, San Diego came to town. Neve Campbell was the starter. She got hit hard, allowing four runs in six innings. Paradise, however, had their hitting shoes on, rallying from a 4-1 deficit, to score seven runs in the seventh, and cap an 8-4 win. Rachel Leigh Cook allowed only one run in nine innings on Saturday night, but lost, 1-0. Kate Hudson opposed Jake Peavy in a battle of aces, on a sunny, crystal clear, 83 degree day, in front of a sellout. Both pitchers were on their game that day. Kate tossed eight shutout innings, allowing three hits, and striking out eleven Padres, while Peavy shut out the Good Guys into the eighth, striking out ten. In the bottom of the eighth, with a man on, Mitch came up, and plastered a long homer to right field, to give Paradise a 2-0 lead. Hayden relieved Kate in the ninth, and got into, and out of, trouble, to preserve the win.
The Dodgers entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, getting hit hard, and takiing a
4-2 loss. Charlize Theron's turn was on Tuesday night. The Good Guys exploded early and often that night, building an 8-0 lead, on their way to an
8-3 win. Neve Campbell took the mound, on a sunny, hot, 88 degree day, in front of a sellout, on Wednesday. Neve, in spite of the heat, pitched a very strong game, allowing but two runs in eight innings, and striking out nine. In the bottom of the eighth, Ed Burns hit a solo homer to give Paradise the lead. Hayden finished the job in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 3-2 triumph, that completed a very fine six and three homestand. It was unfortunate that Mitch and Naomi had wasted half of it fighting, but, as the team packed to head to California, things both on field and off were looking up. The team held it's Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Padres. The featured lee would be one of the female webmasters, of the tickling site the team belonged to. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Burns began the tickle on the webmaster's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE! Working down, shortstop Tom Cruise was next, tickling the webmaster on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she thrashed:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was the next ler, tickling the webmaster on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she thrashed, and bucked:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at the webmasters feet, and attacked them with fingers, feathers, and an electric toothbrush, over her toes and soles. The webmaster went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way and squealing with laughter:HEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE! OKAY PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the webmaster was untied.
On Thursday, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to San Fransisco. "Too bad we had to waste the first half of the homestand. Hopefully that is behind us. Go off, have a good trip, and I will see you next Sunday night" Naomi said, kissing Mitch goodbye.
So, it had been a turbulent homestand, that had hopefully ended well. Now came a ten day California trip. What would happen next? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
On the last night of the road trip, Mitch had an argument with Naomi, over the most trivial of issues. They had agreed that after each night's game, when Mitch returned to his hotel, he would then call Naomi on the phone, and, if he didnt get her, wait a certain amount of time, for her to come online, before either signing off for the night, or engaging in other things. The game ended, Mitch went with the team back to the hotel, and called Naomi, to no answer, but leaving a message that he was looking for her. He then entered the tickle chatroom, to chat with members of the Good Guys, and other friends, waiting the agreed upon one hour, for Naomi to come online. He waited the hour, and Naomi did not appear online. Mitch, who was then tired, went for a postgame meal with some of the members of the team, and to bed. The next morning, he awoke early, to find a nasty e-mail from Naomi in his e-mail box, about how she was "Waiting for him", and he was "Not there". Mitch became infuriated, and fired off a reply to Naomi, that he had not seen her online, and, if he had seen her, he most certainly would have spoken to her. The Good Guys played the final game that Sunday in St Louis, won the game, and boarded the team plane to Nassau, arriving at 8pm that evening. When Mitch got to the apartment, he was seething mad. "I dont want to hear it. Did you just do that to start a fight? When the fuck do I ever ignore you, when I see you, and you're waiting for me? You were not visible. You did not email me, and you did not call me, so, what the fuck am I, a mind reader? What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Mitch charged. "Of course! Little Mitch is perfect, infallable, and big, bad, bitch, Naomi, who just loves to start fights, and cause trouble, so that Mitch and Naomi can have a miserable night, just said that, to start something, so that we can be here, screaming at each other, instead of in bed, naked, and fucking, with every part of me, in your face, like we should be, after I havent seen you for ten days! This was exactly my plan, Mister, "I'm so fucking perfect, and I can do no wrong!" Naomi shot back, her voice rising into a scream. "Why did you have to be nasty, Naomi? Why cant you ever take anything I say to you at face value, and say: "Okay, Mitch. We missed. It happens". Instead of turning it into a conflict!" Mitch retorted. "You know what, fuck you, Mitchell. I'm going to bed. Go to the guest room, and go jerk off, thinking about what you would have been doing with me tonight, if you werent such an ass!" Naomi shouted, marching to the bedroom, slamming, and locking the door.
The next morning, the couple awoke, and had breakfast with their grown children, while not speaking to each other. After everyone left, they continued to scowl at one another. "Okay, you know what, fuck this. I'm tired. I'm not going to sit here all day, and have sourpuss faces at each other. I'm either going to go for a nap, where I hope you wont bother me, or out, where I wont have to be around you! Mitch snapped. "Do whatever the fuck you want, Mitchell. You think I care what you do?" Naomi replied. "Well, Naomi Ellen, I certainly hope you care in some way what I do, because if you dont care about anything I do, then what the fuck am I here for? Maybe I should be somewhere fucking else then!" Mitch shouted. "Maybe you should, so why dont you just go there then!" Naomi screamed. Mitch took a shower, and got dressed. "You know what, fuck you. I'm going to the casino all day. I will be at the park tonight. You can do whatever. I dont care. If you come to the casino, please stay away from me. I just want to chill before the game, and not have to listen to you" Mitch said. "Dont worry, asshole, I'll stay as far away from you as possible, you can be fucking sure of that!" Naomi retorted. Mitch went to the casino, and lost $500.
That night, the Good Guys opened a three game series, and nine game homestand, with a game against the Giants. Kate Hudson was on the mound. Kate gave up two solo homers, while striking out nine, in seven innings. Inning after inning, the Good Guys could not score. In the ninth, they pushed across a run, and had the bases loaded, with two out, when Mitch struck out, for the final out of the game, to a chorus of boos, and a 2-1 Good Guy defeat. Mitch, who usually felt terrible when he didnt produce, felt sour instead. His mind was thinking. "Fuck all you assholes. Do any of you know what kind of a day I had? You think I care that I struck out to end a dumb baseball game?" Mitch really had more pride than this, but he was ticked to no end at Naomi, and had a feeling this situation wouldnt end anytime soon. The couple continued to sleep in seperate rooms. The next night, Gil Bellows was the starter. The Good Guys got a three run homer from Ed Burns in the first inning, which was all they needed, in a 3-0 win. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday. She allowed three runs in six innings. Paradise trailed, 3-2 in the sixth, before exploding for five runs. The bullpen did the rest, and brought home a 7-3 victory.
Thursday was an off day. The couple did go to counesling that day, to vent their feelings. "We have been sleeping apart all week due to the most trivial fucking thing. I waited online for her the last night of the road trip, didnt see her, and emailed her. She replied, thinking I was blowing her off. We had this huge fight, that keeps escalating into more arguments, and havent talked to each other, or slept together, all fucking week!" Mitch said. "The two of you are very headstrong personalities. Many times, neither of you want to give ground. If it was that trivial, you need to put it behind you, and forgive. That is, unless you enjoy sleeping apart" The therapist said. Mitch sighed. "Nai, we see each other so little. We've wasted four damn nights. Can we call a truce by saying we were both wrong, and lost our heads? I'd kind of like to sleep with you tonight, and not have to keep fighting like this" Mitch said. Naomi gave a small smile. "Okay, come to bed tonight. We'll let this go. It isnt worth all this. " Naomi said. That night, Naomi was lying on the living room floor, doing pilates exercises, for her legs, and Mitch lowered himself on her, and laid on top of her "Hey, get off. I'm exercising. " Naomi said. "You look too damn sexy down there doing those exercises. Come to bed. I want to do it, now" Mitch said. "No, American, you will wait. I'm doing my workout. You are so impulsive" Naomi said. "Okay, let me put it this way, Aussie. Unless you want me to start tickling you to death, so you cant work out, and to blow raspberries on your tummy, which I know you hate, I suggest you get your ass naked and into bed, got it??!" Mitch said, dominantly. Naomi sighed "Fine, I'll finish my workout later, with goddamn semen in me, because you are too much of a man to wear a condom. I'll do what you say, but only because I'm dying to get fucked, and dont want to get into another fight" Naomi said, getting up from the floor, and going with Mitch to bed. The couple made love, and Mitch gave Naomi a good tickling, and, after her orgasm, did blow a large raspberry on her tummy. "Will you stop it with the damn tummy raspberries already, United States man. It drives me fucking insane!" Naomi said, with a voice of mock anger.
The next night, San Diego came to town. Neve Campbell was the starter. She got hit hard, allowing four runs in six innings. Paradise, however, had their hitting shoes on, rallying from a 4-1 deficit, to score seven runs in the seventh, and cap an 8-4 win. Rachel Leigh Cook allowed only one run in nine innings on Saturday night, but lost, 1-0. Kate Hudson opposed Jake Peavy in a battle of aces, on a sunny, crystal clear, 83 degree day, in front of a sellout. Both pitchers were on their game that day. Kate tossed eight shutout innings, allowing three hits, and striking out eleven Padres, while Peavy shut out the Good Guys into the eighth, striking out ten. In the bottom of the eighth, with a man on, Mitch came up, and plastered a long homer to right field, to give Paradise a 2-0 lead. Hayden relieved Kate in the ninth, and got into, and out of, trouble, to preserve the win.
The Dodgers entered Paradise on Monday, for the homestand's final series. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, getting hit hard, and takiing a
4-2 loss. Charlize Theron's turn was on Tuesday night. The Good Guys exploded early and often that night, building an 8-0 lead, on their way to an
8-3 win. Neve Campbell took the mound, on a sunny, hot, 88 degree day, in front of a sellout, on Wednesday. Neve, in spite of the heat, pitched a very strong game, allowing but two runs in eight innings, and striking out nine. In the bottom of the eighth, Ed Burns hit a solo homer to give Paradise the lead. Hayden finished the job in the ninth, and the Good Guys had a 3-2 triumph, that completed a very fine six and three homestand. It was unfortunate that Mitch and Naomi had wasted half of it fighting, but, as the team packed to head to California, things both on field and off were looking up. The team held it's Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Padres. The featured lee would be one of the female webmasters, of the tickling site the team belonged to. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Burns began the tickle on the webmaster's neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE! Working down, shortstop Tom Cruise was next, tickling the webmaster on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she thrashed:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was the next ler, tickling the webmaster on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she thrashed, and bucked:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at the webmasters feet, and attacked them with fingers, feathers, and an electric toothbrush, over her toes and soles. The webmaster went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way and squealing with laughter:HEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE! OKAY PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the webmaster was untied.
On Thursday, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to San Fransisco. "Too bad we had to waste the first half of the homestand. Hopefully that is behind us. Go off, have a good trip, and I will see you next Sunday night" Naomi said, kissing Mitch goodbye.
So, it had been a turbulent homestand, that had hopefully ended well. Now came a ten day California trip. What would happen next? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
