The Good Guys had a festive winter following their latest title. Everyone was in a relaxed mood, having rapidly agreed to new contracts with raises for the next year.
In Mid-November, an unexpected development occurred. Naomi got a movie offer. The problem was not the movie itself, but where it was shooting, and when it would be done. The movie was scheduled to begin shooting in London after the first of the year. Naomi worked a deal with the producers to have her scenes shot by March 1, so she could join the Good Guys in training camp. The problem was, that pitchers and catchers reported to camp first, and were due there on Valentine's Day. This caused a serious legistics problem, and a blowup between Naomi and Mitch : "I want to take it. I work almost never in the movies because of this baseball thing, and if it wasnt for the fact that I love you so much, and want to make everyone happy, I wouldnt be playing baseball anymore. Year after Year, we keep saying "This is it", and then end up signing another year. It's either we win, and want to defend it, or lose, and want to get revenge on the Yankees, or whoever else. Well, I got news for you, American, one fine year, I will not sign that contract. You can threaten me with divorce, or whatever else, but its not happening!" Naomi said angrily, her voice infatic.
So, with a black cloud hanging over, Naomi left for London on the night of January 1st, after spending a not so festive New Year with Mitch and the team at the casino. The couple's New Years midnight kiss was almost something obligatory, instead of a passionate kiss between lovers who had fucked and tickled each other for twenty plus years. For eight weeks, Naomi worked eighteen to twenty hour days in London, collapsing each night for a few precious hours sleep, as Mitch spent his time in Paradise. His grown children spent some time with him, but also were off with their own lives. Mitch busied himself by splitting his time between the casino, and seeing movies at Cinema Paradise/Cinema Paradiso. Naomi phoned twice a week, and the couple tried to catch up via trans atlantic phone.
On the morning of March 1, at sunrise, Naomi entered the apartment, and quietly slipped off her shoes, putting her suitcase down at the door, and slipping into the bedroom in her bare feet. Mitch, who was a very light sleeper, opened his eyes upon hearing his wife come in. "I'm back" A gaunt, and haggard looking Naomi said. "You look terrible" Mitch said. "Dont start, and after not seeing me for eight weeks, you're supposed to tell me how beautiful I look" Naomi shot back. Naomi went to her closet, and began to undress, and Mitch noticed her ultra thin body. "You look like you lost ten pounds. How much do you weigh?" Mitch asked. "Did I just say dont start? I havent slept for thirty six hours. We finished the scenes, and I jumped right on a plane, to come back to my ever loving husband, and this wonderful team. For what reason I dont know. I just need to get some sleep, and I know I have to be in training camp tomorrow, so you would be wise not to tickle me, or expect any sexual favors, because you're not getting any of either, until I rest" Naomi said, climbing into bed, and putting her head on the pillow. Mitch tried to go back to sleep, but couldnt. Eventually he did get sex, and tickling. The spring training weigh ins did not go as expected. Mitch came in a few pounds overweight from where he was supposed to be, and Naomi tipped the scales at less than one hundred pounds. Mitch was very concerned, and tried to get her to eat. "I'm going to take you out and buy you a few big juicy steaks, Aussie, to put some weight on you" Mitch said. "The problem with that, American, is that you have to watch your weight, so we shouldnt be eating out as much as you think. I'll be fine. I'll buy some chocolate cake, and munch on that. That will put weight on me" Naomi said. In fact, Naomi's weight loss was having an effect on her pitches. She always had thrown at least ninety miles per hour. Now, with her weight loss, and loss of strength, her fastball was arriving at between eighty five to eighty seven miles per hour. The coaches were concerned, and worked with her on her change up, forkball/spilt finger fastball, and other pitches. Whether it was her age. (Nearly forty), or her loss of weight, Naomi wasnt popping the ball like she used to.
Eventually, the team did have a good spring, and opened the season on a sunny, windy, 80 degree day in Paradise. Kate Hudson was on the mound, and had allowed only two runs, with nine strikeouts, in six innings, before being removed due to her pitch count. Naomi entered in the seventh, and, with a diminished fastball, the Mets promptly lit her up, turning the Good Guy 5-2 lead into a tie, and resulting in a serenade of boos from the crowd. In the bottom of the ninth, Mitch arrived at the plate with the tie still in tact, and promptly deposited a fastball into the seats, for a 6-5 Good Guy win. In the postgame interviews, the media surrounded Mitch, and Naomi for different reasons, with reporters asking Naomi about her diminished fastball, and her weight loss. "I'm fine. Even Tom Seaver threw not as fast at forty. Things change. My weight is fine, and I feel good. I just didnt get the job done today. I'm sorry Katie Hudson didnt get a win, but, hopefully she will go out there, and beat Atlanta and Smoltz on Sunday." Naomi said, cutting off the interview. The next day, on opening day two, Gil Bellows fired shutout ball into the eighth inning. The Good Guys got no run support, and Hayden gave up a run in the ninth, for a 1-0 defeat. Charlize Theron took the mound on the third day of the season. She gave up three runs in six innings, and had a ton of run support, as the Good Guys got seven, in a 7-3 victory, and the old addage of "Two out of three aint bad".
Thursday was an off day. That day, Naomi got testy, when asked about her weight loss, and her fastball. "If anyone asks me about that again, I am going to throw a fastball at someone's head, and trust me, even at 86 miles per hour, it will hurt. He should more worry about his not keeping up the end of the bargain in our marriage. I'm tired of the same old subject" Naomi said.
Atlanta came to town on Friday, for the first night game of the season. Neve Campbell started, and gave up only one run, as the Good Guys got five, in a 5-1 win. Rachel Leigh Cook took a 1-0 loss on Saturday night. Kate Hudson opposed John Smoltz, on a sunny, 80 degree Sunday, in front of a sellout. Smoltz was not as sharp as usual that day, allowing Paradise three runs in six innings. Kate, in the meantime, allowed only one run into the seventh. Naomi then entered, and promptly gave up three runs, giving the Braves the lead, screwing up a win for Hudson for the second time that week, and causing the crowd to boo her. Naomi was so frustrated, that she gave the crowd a "Fungu" motion with her hand as she was leaving the field, taking her four fingers, and flipping them under her chin. Naomi was confronted by an angry Elmont Koehler and Lee Sniderman in the clubhouse "Watts, unsportsperson like conduct. One game suspension, and one thousand dollar fine. There is no cause for you to make an obscene gesture at our customers like that. Those people are our livelihood. Maybe, if you pitched better, you wouldnt get booed like that all the time" Sniderman said. In the following morning's paper, There was a back page headline in the sports section of Naomi's gesture, helped not by the fact that the Good Guys eventually lost the game, 4-3.
Houston came to town the next night, and with Naomi at home sitting out her suspension, Gil Bellows gave up five runs in six innings, and took a 6-5 loss. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday night. She got hit hard, but Paradise rallied from a 4-2 deficit, to score three runs in the eighth, for a 5-4 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny, dry, 80 degree day, in front of a sellout. Neve gave up three runs. The game was tied, 3-3 before Paradise got two runs in the eighth. Hayden did the rest, and the Good Guys had a 5-3 win, that completed a five and four homestand. The winning homestand was okay, but not satisfactory. There were problems with Naomi's pitching, and the couples relationship. As the team packed to head to New York the next night, they hoped things would stay positive.
In the meantime, the team held its Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Braves. The featured lee would be Naomi, for her off season antics and her pitching. Naomi was clad in a black bra and panties, and tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Pitcher Gil Bellows began the tickle on Naomi's neck with fingers, as her head shifted and the giggles began:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, second baseman Russell was next, tickling Naomi on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, center fielder Burns was the next ler, attacking Naomi on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she bucked:HHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEHEHHEHEE! Finally, Mitch approached her feet. "You get the fuck away from me, you tickle me enough!" Naomi protested. "You are tied up, so you have no say, and your pitching sucks, so maybe this will get you to improve" With that, Mitch tickled Naomi's bare feet with fingers, feathers, and electric toothbrushes over her bare soles and toes. Naomi went beserk, wiggling and flexing her toes and screaming with laughter:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHHEHEEHE! STAHPPPPPP! NOO MORE! NOOOOOO! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE! HEHEHHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHHEE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Naomi was untied.
On Thursday night, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could make the team flight to JFK Airport in New York. "Subpar homestand. You need to gain weight, and pitch better" Mitch said, in jest, to which Naomi looked at him cross eyed, and gave an in jest "Fuck you". The couple kissed at the terminal, and Mitch went to make his plane.
So, it had been a bit of a subpar homestand. Now came the first road trip. Would Naomi's pitching improve? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
In Mid-November, an unexpected development occurred. Naomi got a movie offer. The problem was not the movie itself, but where it was shooting, and when it would be done. The movie was scheduled to begin shooting in London after the first of the year. Naomi worked a deal with the producers to have her scenes shot by March 1, so she could join the Good Guys in training camp. The problem was, that pitchers and catchers reported to camp first, and were due there on Valentine's Day. This caused a serious legistics problem, and a blowup between Naomi and Mitch : "I want to take it. I work almost never in the movies because of this baseball thing, and if it wasnt for the fact that I love you so much, and want to make everyone happy, I wouldnt be playing baseball anymore. Year after Year, we keep saying "This is it", and then end up signing another year. It's either we win, and want to defend it, or lose, and want to get revenge on the Yankees, or whoever else. Well, I got news for you, American, one fine year, I will not sign that contract. You can threaten me with divorce, or whatever else, but its not happening!" Naomi said angrily, her voice infatic.
So, with a black cloud hanging over, Naomi left for London on the night of January 1st, after spending a not so festive New Year with Mitch and the team at the casino. The couple's New Years midnight kiss was almost something obligatory, instead of a passionate kiss between lovers who had fucked and tickled each other for twenty plus years. For eight weeks, Naomi worked eighteen to twenty hour days in London, collapsing each night for a few precious hours sleep, as Mitch spent his time in Paradise. His grown children spent some time with him, but also were off with their own lives. Mitch busied himself by splitting his time between the casino, and seeing movies at Cinema Paradise/Cinema Paradiso. Naomi phoned twice a week, and the couple tried to catch up via trans atlantic phone.
On the morning of March 1, at sunrise, Naomi entered the apartment, and quietly slipped off her shoes, putting her suitcase down at the door, and slipping into the bedroom in her bare feet. Mitch, who was a very light sleeper, opened his eyes upon hearing his wife come in. "I'm back" A gaunt, and haggard looking Naomi said. "You look terrible" Mitch said. "Dont start, and after not seeing me for eight weeks, you're supposed to tell me how beautiful I look" Naomi shot back. Naomi went to her closet, and began to undress, and Mitch noticed her ultra thin body. "You look like you lost ten pounds. How much do you weigh?" Mitch asked. "Did I just say dont start? I havent slept for thirty six hours. We finished the scenes, and I jumped right on a plane, to come back to my ever loving husband, and this wonderful team. For what reason I dont know. I just need to get some sleep, and I know I have to be in training camp tomorrow, so you would be wise not to tickle me, or expect any sexual favors, because you're not getting any of either, until I rest" Naomi said, climbing into bed, and putting her head on the pillow. Mitch tried to go back to sleep, but couldnt. Eventually he did get sex, and tickling. The spring training weigh ins did not go as expected. Mitch came in a few pounds overweight from where he was supposed to be, and Naomi tipped the scales at less than one hundred pounds. Mitch was very concerned, and tried to get her to eat. "I'm going to take you out and buy you a few big juicy steaks, Aussie, to put some weight on you" Mitch said. "The problem with that, American, is that you have to watch your weight, so we shouldnt be eating out as much as you think. I'll be fine. I'll buy some chocolate cake, and munch on that. That will put weight on me" Naomi said. In fact, Naomi's weight loss was having an effect on her pitches. She always had thrown at least ninety miles per hour. Now, with her weight loss, and loss of strength, her fastball was arriving at between eighty five to eighty seven miles per hour. The coaches were concerned, and worked with her on her change up, forkball/spilt finger fastball, and other pitches. Whether it was her age. (Nearly forty), or her loss of weight, Naomi wasnt popping the ball like she used to.
Eventually, the team did have a good spring, and opened the season on a sunny, windy, 80 degree day in Paradise. Kate Hudson was on the mound, and had allowed only two runs, with nine strikeouts, in six innings, before being removed due to her pitch count. Naomi entered in the seventh, and, with a diminished fastball, the Mets promptly lit her up, turning the Good Guy 5-2 lead into a tie, and resulting in a serenade of boos from the crowd. In the bottom of the ninth, Mitch arrived at the plate with the tie still in tact, and promptly deposited a fastball into the seats, for a 6-5 Good Guy win. In the postgame interviews, the media surrounded Mitch, and Naomi for different reasons, with reporters asking Naomi about her diminished fastball, and her weight loss. "I'm fine. Even Tom Seaver threw not as fast at forty. Things change. My weight is fine, and I feel good. I just didnt get the job done today. I'm sorry Katie Hudson didnt get a win, but, hopefully she will go out there, and beat Atlanta and Smoltz on Sunday." Naomi said, cutting off the interview. The next day, on opening day two, Gil Bellows fired shutout ball into the eighth inning. The Good Guys got no run support, and Hayden gave up a run in the ninth, for a 1-0 defeat. Charlize Theron took the mound on the third day of the season. She gave up three runs in six innings, and had a ton of run support, as the Good Guys got seven, in a 7-3 victory, and the old addage of "Two out of three aint bad".
Thursday was an off day. That day, Naomi got testy, when asked about her weight loss, and her fastball. "If anyone asks me about that again, I am going to throw a fastball at someone's head, and trust me, even at 86 miles per hour, it will hurt. He should more worry about his not keeping up the end of the bargain in our marriage. I'm tired of the same old subject" Naomi said.
Atlanta came to town on Friday, for the first night game of the season. Neve Campbell started, and gave up only one run, as the Good Guys got five, in a 5-1 win. Rachel Leigh Cook took a 1-0 loss on Saturday night. Kate Hudson opposed John Smoltz, on a sunny, 80 degree Sunday, in front of a sellout. Smoltz was not as sharp as usual that day, allowing Paradise three runs in six innings. Kate, in the meantime, allowed only one run into the seventh. Naomi then entered, and promptly gave up three runs, giving the Braves the lead, screwing up a win for Hudson for the second time that week, and causing the crowd to boo her. Naomi was so frustrated, that she gave the crowd a "Fungu" motion with her hand as she was leaving the field, taking her four fingers, and flipping them under her chin. Naomi was confronted by an angry Elmont Koehler and Lee Sniderman in the clubhouse "Watts, unsportsperson like conduct. One game suspension, and one thousand dollar fine. There is no cause for you to make an obscene gesture at our customers like that. Those people are our livelihood. Maybe, if you pitched better, you wouldnt get booed like that all the time" Sniderman said. In the following morning's paper, There was a back page headline in the sports section of Naomi's gesture, helped not by the fact that the Good Guys eventually lost the game, 4-3.
Houston came to town the next night, and with Naomi at home sitting out her suspension, Gil Bellows gave up five runs in six innings, and took a 6-5 loss. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday night. She got hit hard, but Paradise rallied from a 4-2 deficit, to score three runs in the eighth, for a 5-4 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny, dry, 80 degree day, in front of a sellout. Neve gave up three runs. The game was tied, 3-3 before Paradise got two runs in the eighth. Hayden did the rest, and the Good Guys had a 5-3 win, that completed a five and four homestand. The winning homestand was okay, but not satisfactory. There were problems with Naomi's pitching, and the couples relationship. As the team packed to head to New York the next night, they hoped things would stay positive.
In the meantime, the team held its Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Braves. The featured lee would be Naomi, for her off season antics and her pitching. Naomi was clad in a black bra and panties, and tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Pitcher Gil Bellows began the tickle on Naomi's neck with fingers, as her head shifted and the giggles began:HEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, second baseman Russell was next, tickling Naomi on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, center fielder Burns was the next ler, attacking Naomi on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she bucked:HHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEHEHHEHEE! Finally, Mitch approached her feet. "You get the fuck away from me, you tickle me enough!" Naomi protested. "You are tied up, so you have no say, and your pitching sucks, so maybe this will get you to improve" With that, Mitch tickled Naomi's bare feet with fingers, feathers, and electric toothbrushes over her bare soles and toes. Naomi went beserk, wiggling and flexing her toes and screaming with laughter:HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHHEHEEHE! STAHPPPPPP! NOO MORE! NOOOOOO! LEAVE MY TOES ALONE! HEHEHHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHHEE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Naomi was untied.
On Thursday night, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could make the team flight to JFK Airport in New York. "Subpar homestand. You need to gain weight, and pitch better" Mitch said, in jest, to which Naomi looked at him cross eyed, and gave an in jest "Fuck you". The couple kissed at the terminal, and Mitch went to make his plane.
So, it had been a bit of a subpar homestand. Now came the first road trip. Would Naomi's pitching improve? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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