The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip to the West Coast. They lost two of three in San Fransisco, and then won two of three in both San Diego, and Los Angeles. They returned home on a Sunday night to begin a nine game homestand on Tuesday, following a Monday off day.
When Mitch returned home to the apartment on Sunday night, it was almost midnight. Naomi had fallen assleep in bed, and Mitch entered the apartment quietly, so as not to wake her. As he was going through the mail, he received quite a shock. The credit card bills had come in, and there was big trouble. Naomi had charged over $100,000 on the couple's American Express card, and maxed out their credit lines on Mastercard, and Visas. There were trips to the casino, shopping sprees, and other long lists of charges. Further, the interest rate on all the Mastercards and Visas had been raised to the default rate, due to the fact that Naomi, who was usually responsible for paying the bills, as Mitch traveled more than she did, had not paid the American Express bill. Mitch felt the rage rise in him, and he went into the bedroom, and violently shook the sleeping Naomi awake: "Get The Fuck Out Of Bed, you fucking, dirty bitch!" Mitch said, his voice rising with every word. Naomi quietly sat up, her head down. "I swear to god, if I was a violent man, I'd beat the hell out of you for doing this! How could you do this? HOW!" Mitch screamed. "I didnt do it to hurt you, I went crazy, and I'm sorry" Naomi said, very quietly. "We dont have the cash to pay this, Naomi, you ruined our credit rating. I hope they cant kick us out of the apartment. Do we have any fucking money at all!?" Mitch said, in disbelief. Naomi shook her head:" Not until we get paid again, and we have to pay that stuff, or they'll sue" Naomi said. A chill went up Mitch's spine:" We make over a million and a half bucks a year. This should never have happened! NEVER! You always have something set aside for a rainy day, especially with our baseball careers year to year as they are" Mitch said. "Naomi, tomorrow morning, Iam calling every credit card company, and seeing if they can work out a payment plan with us based on our salaries for the rest of the season. I also want you to give me your wallet, and your joint and personal checkbooks. Iam going to control all the money, and pay all the bills for a while, until I can trust you again. This is a severe breach of trust. I also have to figure a way to pay all this off, and put aside money for us to live next winter, since we dont have any in the bank. Iam sick to my stomach from you. I dont know why you did this, but it will take me a very long time to trust you again. Iam going to sleep in the spare room for a while, and we will talk, but only about the kids. I need time to digest this betrayal" Mitch said. "I'm sorry, Mitch" Naomi said, her head down. "Sorry doesn t cut it, this is a very very serious problem you put us into": Mitch said.
The next day, Mitch called up all the credit card companies, and attempted to work out a payment plan. He advised them of his and Naomi's salaries for the rest of the season, along with their rent, food, and car expenses, and worked out a feasible payment plan with all. The total bill came to $250,000, and with the season being half over, Mitch would have to work a creative budget, and gambling would have to be greatly reduced, to weather the storm. After he dealt with the credit card companies, he dealt with Naomi:" Okay, Naomi, you're being mugged, let's have them, wallet, credit cards, and checkbooks" Mitch said. Naomi meekly complied. "From now on, Iam going to have your paycheck signed over to me, and Iam putting you on a strict allowance. You will have a budget, with money to buy food, get your hair and nails done, and other personal expenses. I will control all the money, at least until the end of the year, when we settle this mess. After that, we will reevaluate the circumstances. This is to stay within the family, and, as I see it, we will probably either have to take a loan to pay our daughter's tuition for college next semester, or borrow it from her stock fund. I dont want her to know about this, because I know how close the two of you are, and I dont want her to view her mother in a negative light" Mitch said. "Do you hate me?" Naomi asked. "Hate is a strong word, Naomi. I took a vow to love, honor and cherish you, and you lied to me, and put us into trouble. Iam very, very disappointed in you, and I hope this is the low point." Mitch said.
The next night, Tuesday, the Good Guys opened a series with Washington. Kate Hudson pitched, and she did well, allowing two runs in seven innings, in a 4-2 win. Gil Bellows went to the hill on Wednesday, and also fared well, allowing one run in six innings, in a 3-1 win. Charlize Theron completed the sweep on Thursday, by permitting three runs in six innings, in a 6-4 triumph.
Philadelphia came to town on Friday night. After a close 2-1 loss by Campbell on Friday, and having the fifth starter get shut out on Saturday, Kate Hudson avoided the sweep, by striking out nine in eight innings, and combining with Duff, in a 5-2 victory.
The Reds visited Paradise in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched a two hit, 5-0 shutout on Monday night. Charlize Theron pitched ten shutout innings on Tuesday night, but didnt get the win, as the Good Guys succumbed in the eleventh, 1-0. Neve Campbell took the hill on a sunny Wednesday in the last game of the homestand. She fared well, allowing two runs in seven innings. There was also fine offensive support, and good bullpen work, in a 6-2 triumph that ended with Duff striking out the last hitter of the game with the bases loaded in the ninth, to perserve a six and three homestand.
The previous Saturday night, after a quick, and somewhat ecomonical, dinner at the hotel, Mitch and Naomi decided to skip the tickle party, to the disblief of the team:" I think we're going to skip it tonight. Having a few personal problems. I think we're going to go home" Mitch said, leading Naomi out of the hotel by the hand. When they got out to the parking lot, Naomi began ranting:" You dont have to embarrass me in front of all my friends. I want to go back in there. What am I going to do? Go home with you, so you can be cold to me, go to sleep in another room, and I can sit there channel surfing myself!" Naomi said, sharply. "You want to go back in there, fine! Be my guest, bitch, but I swear, if one more cent is gone from our money, Iam changing the locks on the apartment door, going for custody of the kids, and you can live in the street for all I care!" Mitch screamed back. "Iam not going to use any of your precious money, you fuck! I'll live on my allowance, and if I cant sustain myself on it, I wont eat! Okay? Happy! You bastard!" Naomi screamed. "Dont blame this on me. I wasnt the one who got us into trouble. Iam still here with you, and I want to work this out, but Iam just in a fury over how you put us in trouble!" Mitch fired back. "I'll tell you what, we'll settle this, and I'll take an extra movie next winter to recoup the money I spent, and then you dont have to see me, and maybe you can find someone else, and get rid of me. Then, I'll find someone who truly loves me. Would that make you happy, you fucking prick!" Naomi ranted. "You know that's not what I want" Mitch said. "THEN STOP FUCKING BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING! IAM SORRY! OKAY, AND WE WILL DEAL WITH THIS, BUT JUST STOP ALREADY!" Naomi screamed, in a rage, at the top of her lungs, as everyone looked at her. Clearly, it was troubled times in the marriage, and as Mitch packed his bags for the ten day road trip, tensions hadnt eased any.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, without Mitch and Naomi. The featured lee would be the team's pretty brunette traveling secretary, on hand to advise the team of hotel and details for the upcoming road trip. She knew the proceedings, and dutifully complied by stripping to a bra and panties, and being tied to a table in the middle of the fetish club. Then, the tickle was began on her neck by third baseman Michael, and her head shifted from side to side as the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, second baseman Russell ran his fingers, and two feathers at the same time, under the secretary's arms, as she squealed, and thrashed some more: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! TICKLISH PITS! NOOOO! Then, catcher Barney, ran his fingers down the secretary's sides, and across her belly, and ribs, and counted her ribs up and down, as the high pitched giggles continued: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG SO TICKLISH! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Lee Sniderman, who often did not involve himself with the team's tickle parties or activites, was on hand that night, and tickled the secretary on her inner thighs, causing her to buck. Finally, the team general manager, who also didnt often come to the tickle parties, did the honors of the last tickle, attacking the secretary's feet with his fingers, a feather, and ice over her mega ticklish soles. The secretary went beserk! She wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with uncontrollable laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OH MY GOD! OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE UP! PLEEEEEASE NOOOO MOREEEE! SOOO TICKLISH! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the secretary was untied, and the party continued.
It had been a serious and very tension filled homestand for Mitch and Naomi, and as the road trip began, it didnt look any better. How long would it take them to resolve their problem? What would happen next? Stay tuned for the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
When Mitch returned home to the apartment on Sunday night, it was almost midnight. Naomi had fallen assleep in bed, and Mitch entered the apartment quietly, so as not to wake her. As he was going through the mail, he received quite a shock. The credit card bills had come in, and there was big trouble. Naomi had charged over $100,000 on the couple's American Express card, and maxed out their credit lines on Mastercard, and Visas. There were trips to the casino, shopping sprees, and other long lists of charges. Further, the interest rate on all the Mastercards and Visas had been raised to the default rate, due to the fact that Naomi, who was usually responsible for paying the bills, as Mitch traveled more than she did, had not paid the American Express bill. Mitch felt the rage rise in him, and he went into the bedroom, and violently shook the sleeping Naomi awake: "Get The Fuck Out Of Bed, you fucking, dirty bitch!" Mitch said, his voice rising with every word. Naomi quietly sat up, her head down. "I swear to god, if I was a violent man, I'd beat the hell out of you for doing this! How could you do this? HOW!" Mitch screamed. "I didnt do it to hurt you, I went crazy, and I'm sorry" Naomi said, very quietly. "We dont have the cash to pay this, Naomi, you ruined our credit rating. I hope they cant kick us out of the apartment. Do we have any fucking money at all!?" Mitch said, in disbelief. Naomi shook her head:" Not until we get paid again, and we have to pay that stuff, or they'll sue" Naomi said. A chill went up Mitch's spine:" We make over a million and a half bucks a year. This should never have happened! NEVER! You always have something set aside for a rainy day, especially with our baseball careers year to year as they are" Mitch said. "Naomi, tomorrow morning, Iam calling every credit card company, and seeing if they can work out a payment plan with us based on our salaries for the rest of the season. I also want you to give me your wallet, and your joint and personal checkbooks. Iam going to control all the money, and pay all the bills for a while, until I can trust you again. This is a severe breach of trust. I also have to figure a way to pay all this off, and put aside money for us to live next winter, since we dont have any in the bank. Iam sick to my stomach from you. I dont know why you did this, but it will take me a very long time to trust you again. Iam going to sleep in the spare room for a while, and we will talk, but only about the kids. I need time to digest this betrayal" Mitch said. "I'm sorry, Mitch" Naomi said, her head down. "Sorry doesn t cut it, this is a very very serious problem you put us into": Mitch said.
The next day, Mitch called up all the credit card companies, and attempted to work out a payment plan. He advised them of his and Naomi's salaries for the rest of the season, along with their rent, food, and car expenses, and worked out a feasible payment plan with all. The total bill came to $250,000, and with the season being half over, Mitch would have to work a creative budget, and gambling would have to be greatly reduced, to weather the storm. After he dealt with the credit card companies, he dealt with Naomi:" Okay, Naomi, you're being mugged, let's have them, wallet, credit cards, and checkbooks" Mitch said. Naomi meekly complied. "From now on, Iam going to have your paycheck signed over to me, and Iam putting you on a strict allowance. You will have a budget, with money to buy food, get your hair and nails done, and other personal expenses. I will control all the money, at least until the end of the year, when we settle this mess. After that, we will reevaluate the circumstances. This is to stay within the family, and, as I see it, we will probably either have to take a loan to pay our daughter's tuition for college next semester, or borrow it from her stock fund. I dont want her to know about this, because I know how close the two of you are, and I dont want her to view her mother in a negative light" Mitch said. "Do you hate me?" Naomi asked. "Hate is a strong word, Naomi. I took a vow to love, honor and cherish you, and you lied to me, and put us into trouble. Iam very, very disappointed in you, and I hope this is the low point." Mitch said.
The next night, Tuesday, the Good Guys opened a series with Washington. Kate Hudson pitched, and she did well, allowing two runs in seven innings, in a 4-2 win. Gil Bellows went to the hill on Wednesday, and also fared well, allowing one run in six innings, in a 3-1 win. Charlize Theron completed the sweep on Thursday, by permitting three runs in six innings, in a 6-4 triumph.
Philadelphia came to town on Friday night. After a close 2-1 loss by Campbell on Friday, and having the fifth starter get shut out on Saturday, Kate Hudson avoided the sweep, by striking out nine in eight innings, and combining with Duff, in a 5-2 victory.
The Reds visited Paradise in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched a two hit, 5-0 shutout on Monday night. Charlize Theron pitched ten shutout innings on Tuesday night, but didnt get the win, as the Good Guys succumbed in the eleventh, 1-0. Neve Campbell took the hill on a sunny Wednesday in the last game of the homestand. She fared well, allowing two runs in seven innings. There was also fine offensive support, and good bullpen work, in a 6-2 triumph that ended with Duff striking out the last hitter of the game with the bases loaded in the ninth, to perserve a six and three homestand.
The previous Saturday night, after a quick, and somewhat ecomonical, dinner at the hotel, Mitch and Naomi decided to skip the tickle party, to the disblief of the team:" I think we're going to skip it tonight. Having a few personal problems. I think we're going to go home" Mitch said, leading Naomi out of the hotel by the hand. When they got out to the parking lot, Naomi began ranting:" You dont have to embarrass me in front of all my friends. I want to go back in there. What am I going to do? Go home with you, so you can be cold to me, go to sleep in another room, and I can sit there channel surfing myself!" Naomi said, sharply. "You want to go back in there, fine! Be my guest, bitch, but I swear, if one more cent is gone from our money, Iam changing the locks on the apartment door, going for custody of the kids, and you can live in the street for all I care!" Mitch screamed back. "Iam not going to use any of your precious money, you fuck! I'll live on my allowance, and if I cant sustain myself on it, I wont eat! Okay? Happy! You bastard!" Naomi screamed. "Dont blame this on me. I wasnt the one who got us into trouble. Iam still here with you, and I want to work this out, but Iam just in a fury over how you put us in trouble!" Mitch fired back. "I'll tell you what, we'll settle this, and I'll take an extra movie next winter to recoup the money I spent, and then you dont have to see me, and maybe you can find someone else, and get rid of me. Then, I'll find someone who truly loves me. Would that make you happy, you fucking prick!" Naomi ranted. "You know that's not what I want" Mitch said. "THEN STOP FUCKING BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING! IAM SORRY! OKAY, AND WE WILL DEAL WITH THIS, BUT JUST STOP ALREADY!" Naomi screamed, in a rage, at the top of her lungs, as everyone looked at her. Clearly, it was troubled times in the marriage, and as Mitch packed his bags for the ten day road trip, tensions hadnt eased any.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, without Mitch and Naomi. The featured lee would be the team's pretty brunette traveling secretary, on hand to advise the team of hotel and details for the upcoming road trip. She knew the proceedings, and dutifully complied by stripping to a bra and panties, and being tied to a table in the middle of the fetish club. Then, the tickle was began on her neck by third baseman Michael, and her head shifted from side to side as the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, second baseman Russell ran his fingers, and two feathers at the same time, under the secretary's arms, as she squealed, and thrashed some more: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! TICKLISH PITS! NOOOO! Then, catcher Barney, ran his fingers down the secretary's sides, and across her belly, and ribs, and counted her ribs up and down, as the high pitched giggles continued: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG SO TICKLISH! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Lee Sniderman, who often did not involve himself with the team's tickle parties or activites, was on hand that night, and tickled the secretary on her inner thighs, causing her to buck. Finally, the team general manager, who also didnt often come to the tickle parties, did the honors of the last tickle, attacking the secretary's feet with his fingers, a feather, and ice over her mega ticklish soles. The secretary went beserk! She wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with uncontrollable laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OH MY GOD! OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE UP! PLEEEEEASE NOOOO MOREEEE! SOOO TICKLISH! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the secretary was untied, and the party continued.
It had been a serious and very tension filled homestand for Mitch and Naomi, and as the road trip began, it didnt look any better. How long would it take them to resolve their problem? What would happen next? Stay tuned for the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
