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Pacific and Atlantic Blue, Sunrises, and Sunsets, and, the Sunset, Of A Career?

Mitchell

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The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip to the West Coast. Strangely enough, while Mitch was still very downhearted, being on the road was actually a bit of a relief to him. Each morning, he awoke on the three California stops, and took sunrise walks on the beach. Alone in his thoughts, he had many issues to sort out. He wanted to believe, that when all the cheering stopped, that he was more to Naomi than just, Mitch, right fielder for the Paradise Island Good Guys. What of the 20 years, three kids, and lifetime of memories? He felt very untrusting of his wife.
As the team returned home to Paradise, on the final day of the road trip, a Sunday afternoon, Mitch was summoned to the back of the team plane, where Lee Sniderman was in his office, on the plane. He sat Mitch down, and had a talk with him: "Mitch, I wanted to tell you something. As you know, our center fielder, Ed Burns, is having some physical problems, and the team brass and doctors feel it would be best for us to move him to right field. We would like you to move to center field to accomodate us. Alan asked me personally if you would do this" Sniderman said. "Lee, you know I would do anything to help the team, but you know I have on and off bad knees. I'm 36 years old. The center fielder is the quarterback of the outfield. I dont think I have the speed anymore to do so. Since Dawson is younger than I am, why not move him to center field, and keep me in right, and move Ed to left?" Mitch suggested. Sniderman sighed:" Mitch, this is a request from Alan personally. More like an order. You know your contract situation. You really have to be agreeable and do this, or else" Lee said. Mitch, who had always liked Lee Sniderman, became uncharacteristically huffy:" Fine, you tell that son of a bitch Alan that I will be in there until I cant walk, and I will do what he says. You've known me almost 20 years, Lee, since I was your student at the university, back when you were a professor. You know I am always agreeable, but what Alan really wants, is to show I'm washed up, so he can non tender me a contract. That is his way of getting rid of me. I am very disappointed that you went along with this, but, I guess since you work for him, he owns the team, even as a silent partner, and you are the manager, you are like his henchman. I can see you doing this to protect your job, so, fine, I will do it, and if I need knee surgery at season's end, so be it!" Mitch said, and broke off the meeting, heading back to his seat.
When Mitch got home to Paradise, around 1am, Naomi was up. He came in the door, and the couple looked at each other awakardly. Mitch began the conversation:" I know you hate me, and that you probably dont care, but Alan has ordered Lee to move me to center field, to show that my knees are shot, so they can get rid of me. Fine, let them do it. I'll play the best I can, and if I fuck it up, I'll be out of a job!" Mitch said. "I'm sorry" Naomi said, almost unemotional. "Don't you care about me anymore, Naomi? Don't you love me? What is it, because my career and my life are falling apart, you dont need me anymore? Do you want me to move out, Naomi? Do you want a divorce?" Mitch asked. "I dont want you to move out, and asking if I still love you, dont be silly" Naomi said. "No! It isnt being silly. These last few weeks, you act like you fucking don't give a shit. Why are we going to counseling?! What the hell is it all about!" Mitch ranted. "Dont yell at me, none of this is my fault!" Naomi shot back. "No, I didnt say it is, but I need my wife, and maybe, I need love. What would you say if I asked you to make love tonight, and let me tickle you, and do things to your feet?" Mitch asked. "I dont feel comfortable. Not tonight, not while things are like this, I'd have to say no" Naomi said. "Great! Thanks a lot, wife of the year. I will go sleep on the couch. You dont have to see me. I will do my job, and stay here, unless you throw me out, but, consider this, the way you are acting, we are headed down a black hole of no return, and this may be our LAST CHANCE to save it!" Mitch said, his voice rising, as he left the room to undress, and slammed the door to the guest room.
The next day, the couple awoke, and said barely three words to each other. That night, they drove in seperate cars to the ballpark, where Mitch took his position in center field, and Kate was on the mound. Kate pitched very well, allowing only two runs in eight innings, but, as she was a high ball, strikeout pitcher, many of the outs that weren't strikeouts, were hit to the outfield, and to Mitch, who ran on battered knees, to cover ground, and make plays, in an eventual 4-2 win. After the game, Mitch applied ice packs to his knees, and went into the whirlpool, when Alan appeared in the clubhouse:" Ah, soaking your old knees, Mr Washed Up? Ready to retire yet? I'll gladly announce it" Alan said. "Fuck you, you twisted man. I am not retiring. I will be in there until I cant walk, and then, maybe, when I'm not working for you anymore, I'll go to the media, and tell them what kind of an employer you really are" Mitch said. "Threats, threats, you will do nothing" Alan said, walking out. That night, when Mitch got home, he could barely move his legs. He politely asked Naomi to massage his knees. In other times, she would have gladly accomadated him, but at that time she said:" I think you would better use ice packs, and heating pads, than me" She said. "Fine, you're my wife, do fucking nothing for me. I'll treat myself, and you can wait until hell freezes over before I ever touch you again!" Mitch ranted.
The next night, Gil Bellows dropped a 3-2 decision to the Nationals, as Mitch again suffered through the game with his knees. Charlize Theron took a 6-3 decision in the Good Guys favor on Wednesday night, as Mitch got two hits, despite his bad knees.
Thursday was an off day. The frigidity between Mitch and Naomi continued, as she was up and set to go out with friends to the mall, as Mitch awakened that morning. Mitch used the day to rest his knees, but also lost $500 at the casino, his emotions at near rock bottom.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound, and she pitched well, allowing three runs in six innings, in an 8-4 win. After the fifth starter got bashed on Saturday night, Kate Hudson took the mound on a sunny Sunday, in front of a sellout. Kate was very economical with her pitches that day, throwing only 84 pitches through the regulation nine innings. The team let her pitch ten innings that day, throwing but 96 pitches. The Good Guys finally won the game in the bottom of the tenth, 1-0 on a homer by the third baseman Michael.
The Reds entered Paradise on Monday night, in the last series before the next road trip. Gil Bellows started the Monday game, and dropped a tough 2-1 struggle. Charlize Theron took the mound on Tuesday. She fared well, allowing but two runs in six innings, in an eventual 5-2 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. She did a great job, allowing one run over seven innings. The Good Guys, tied 1-1 in the eighth, scored two runs, and the bullpen did the rest, to come away with a 3-1 Good Guy triumph, that completed a six and three homestand. Once again, prosperity prevailed on the field, and trouble off field. Mitch was still in serious trouble.
On Wednesday night, the game over, and their family assleep, Mitch lied in bed, at the foot of the bed, near Naomi's feet. He longingly looked at his wife's bare, ticklish and inviting soles, and wanted to lavish attention on them. Naomi, after 20 years, aware of her husband's desires, looked down at her husband, and her feet, and said:" No feet, Mitch. Not while all this is going on. You can't just gain instant gratification by using my feet to think it will make everything better, so don't touch my feet, okay?" Naomi said infatically. Mitch got up, and have Naomi a cold stare:" You are a very hard and cold woman, Naomi Watts. Your husband, who you say you love, and who you vowed to love, honor, and cherish, until your death, is falling apart. You wouldn't give me love, your feet, the fucking time of day!" Mitch said, his voice rising. Naomi was silent:" You are acting hateful to me, Naomi. You say you love me, but your actions show me otherwise. If you hate me so much, for whatever reason, and think I'm a loser, why not tell me to pack and get the hell out, or move the fuck out yourself!" Mitch ranted. "I dont hate you, Mitch. I am your wife, and I am still here. I just cant be your tickle, foot worship, and ladder toy. I feel it's not right" Naomi said. "For 20 years, you had no problem with it, until two weeks ago, this slump, and my depression. Instead of bending over backwards, to try and make me feel better, and thinking I need a little TLC, you take things away from me. That isnt right, it doesnt make sense, and it's not how a wife who is supposed to "love" her husband is supposed to behave. You need to think long and hard, Naomi. I am still here, but if I pack baseball in, and you continue to treat me like I am a loser, I will eventually throw up my hands , say fuck it, and pack you in too. I would be devastated to do that, but I cant have a wife who says she loves me, and acts otherwise!" Mitch seethed, to silence from Naomi.
In the midst of all this turmoil, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee would be the team's official hair girl, Lynn. An attractive, but plump woman, of about 40, Lynn was tied hands and feet to the table in the middle of the fetish club, in a bra and panties. Instead of starting from the head down, the team's usual way, they decided to start at Lynn's feet, which were not her most ticklish spot, from standing on her feet all day. Mitch, foot tickler that he was, began the tickle on Lynn's soles and toes with fingers, and then proceeded to use feathers, ice, and a vibrating electric massager, as the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving up, second baseman Russell tickled Lynn on her ankles, up and down her thighs, and behind her knees, as the squeals got louder as he made his way up her body:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THAT'S TICKLISH! NOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Catcher Barney was next, tickling Lynn on her upper thighs, waist, and lower and upper belly, as the squeals got even more pronounced, as he explored her hyper ticklish belly:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG MY F'CKING BELLY IS SOOO TICKLISH! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHEHAHAHAHEHE! NOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Third baseman Michael was next, tickling Lynn on her sides, up and down her ribs, and under her armpits, which was sheer torture, as she jumped, and nearly broke her bounds:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NOOOOOO! MY PITS AND RIBS ARE SOOO GODDDAMMN TICKLISSSSSSH! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Center Fielder Ed Burns was the last tickler, tickling Lynn's nipples, breasts, and upper body, near her neck, as she squirmed and squealed uncontrollably:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASEE NOOOOO MOOOREEEE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, exhausted, Lynn was untied.
On Thursday night, as Mitch took a cab to the aiiport for the flight to Washington, his life was a mess. Naomi was still behaving like an iceberg to him, his knees were killing him, and he was not producing. His life couldnt be more messed up. He knew he could give everything else up, if only, his wife would commit to stand by him, which she hadn't yet done. If she didn't come around, would it be the end, for them, and their marriage. At that point, it was possible that anything could happen. What would happen next? Stay tuned for the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.

The End
 
When it rains it pours eh? A very dark time for Mitch. It doesn't seem like he has many friends, but a guy like him has to have some close friends.

HappyD
 
Yes, Mitch is having a very bad time. I hope you like the storyline, happy, as I know you are my biggest fan. Mitch hasnt yet heard what he needs to from Naomi, that in spite of Alan, the team, the problems he has, and what everyone thinks of him, that she married him for better or worse, and will be there for him when the chips are down. You weren't here for some of my very early stories two or three years ago, but, back then, Naomi had a drug problem, and Mitch stood by her every step of the way, until it got so bad, that she didnt want to be married to him anymore. They went back together a year later, and it's been a rollercoaster ride ever since.
As always, stay tuned, there will be more to come soon.

Mitch
 
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