The Good Guys had a fairly quiet winter following their most disappointing season in history. Their only major move was to acquire another starting pitcher, to either replace, or rotate the fifth starter with, as they still believed that the core of their team was good, having won a World Championship the year before. Many in the media criticized the team, feeling that a complete overhaul was needed, after a 100 loss season. There was speculation that 37 year old Naomi, and 36 year old Mitch, would be history, but when the roster was finalized, there they were, on it as always. The preseason predictions were not kind for the team, with many in the pre season baseball guide, predicting Paradise to finish either fifth or last in the National League East, far behind the Mets, and the contenders.
On the eve of Opening Day, Mitch and Naomi were relaxing, trying to get in mindset for the season. That night, they made an unusual promise to each other. "How about this. It's a new season. What say we do the usual foreplay, foot worship, tickling stuff, etc, but, if we win tomorrow, we do not have actual intercourse until we lose again at home" Mitch mused. "Okay, and if we sweep the nine game homestand, and then you go on the road, it means I dont get fucked for three weeks then. I dont like that" Naomi said sharply. "Come on, let's try it, with an amendment. We can have oral sex, but not intercourse" Mitch offered. Naomi made a face:" Oh sure, husband, I get to suck your dick. Something you know I dont like, and do only occasionally to please you!" Naomi spouted. "Come on, Nai, be a sport. I doubt we'll sweep the nine game homestand. Even in the winning years, we used to lose a few at home. We may lose tomorrow, and this whole thing might be moot" Mitch said. "If we have a thirty game home winning streak, I am filing for divorce" Naomi said. "Okay, if that happens, I will get you another man" Mitch said, in jest.
The following day, a bright, windy, 78 degree, refreshing April day, the Good Guys, losers of 100 games the year before, took on the New York Mets. Kate Hudson was on the mound, and nearly 50,000 were in the stands, not a sellout, but close, as the crowd wanted to give the team new hope, that the past season was just a bad memory, and that, at least, a wild card berth was possible. On that day, Kate did an excellent job, pitching six innings, striking out nine, and allowing but three hits. In the sixth, Mitch hit a three run homer, and then, the bullpen did the rest, with Naomi, Bynes, and then Duff, shutting the door, in what could not have been a better scripted, 3-0 win, to open the season. That night, Mitch and Naomi horsed around, with foreplay, and oral sex, but no intercourse. "If we sweep this homestand, I am buying a vibrator, husband" Naomi said. The next day, another sunny 80 degree day, Gil Bellows took the mound. He followed Kate's lead by allowing only four hits over seven innings, again turning things over to Bynes, and then Hilary Duff, as Mitch hit yet another home run, and the Good Guys shut out the Mets again, 2-0. They weren't scoring many runs, but their pitching, brutal the season before, was masterful. Charlize Theron would cap the series on Wednesday afternoon. That game was a little tougher, as Charlize got banged around, for four runs, on nine hits, in her six innings. The Good Guys trailed, 4-1 in the seventh, and it looked like Naomi would get sex that night. It was not to be, Paradise got a run in the seventh, and five more in the eighth, capped off by another Mitch homer, as Duff was perfect in the ninth, as the team completed the sweep, 7-4, much to the surprise of the fans, media, and even Sniderman, who was very pleased with the team's play early on. That night, Naomi complained again:" Stop hitting homeruns, husband, let's lose one, so I can get fucked! I'm horny!" Naomi whined.
Thursday was an off day, The team had a light workout, and then went to the casino. The sex ban was still on that night, as the Good Guys hadnt lost yet.
Atlanta came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound. She gave a solid effort, seven innings, three runs, as Mitch hit two more homers, and the pen did the rest, to come away with a 6-3 triumph, for the team's fourth straight win. Naomi felt confident she would get sex the next night, as the fifth starter usually got his brains beat in. What Miss Watts forgot, was that the team had a new, alternate, fifth starter, Rachel Leigh Cook, that year. Cook, in her first start of the year, in front of 40,000 plus that Saturday night, was masterful, allowing but one run into the eighth, as the Good Guys got only two, but prevailed again, 2-1, for win number five. Naomi almost felt depressed on Sunday, as the team headed to the ballpark to play Atlanta. Knowing Kate was on the mound, she felt the team would definitely win. It was no contest, as the Good Guys scored five runs in the first off Atlanta starter Tim Hudson, and their own Hudson, Kate, breezed, striking out seventeen Braves, in a 5-0 win, for the team's sixth straight victory. No one could quite understand what was happening, but the team's start was just unreal.
Overcast skies invaded Paradise on Monday night, as Houston came to town. Gil Bellows was on the mound, and he got lit up that night, allowing five runs in five innings. That night, it looked like Naomi would finally get some. In the ninth, trailing 5-2 against Houston ace closer Brad Lidge, Naomi had a smirk on her face, feeling Lidge would put down the Good Guys, win streak over, sex coming to her that night. She should have seen the handwriting on the wall. A walk was followed by two bloop hits. Mitch came to the plate, sellout crowd on its feet, and then, he delivered, bashing a Grand Slam home run, that cleared the bullpen in right field, and prompted Naomi to fall on the ground in disbelief, and yell amongst the commotion:"Husband, you miserable fuck, how could you do that!" She exclaimed, tears rolling down her cheeks. As the team was undressing after the 6-5 win, Naomi came over to Mitch in the locker room:" I hate you. Stop being so freaking hot, and strike out some. I think you enjoy not fucking me!" Naomi spouted. The next night didn't prove to be any better for Naomi, as Charlize Theron was on the mound. Confidence brimming, fans screaming, sellout in the park on a Tuesday night, Charlize breezed, fanning ten in seven innings, and getting easy help from Bynes and Duff, in a 3-1 win, the team's eighth in a row. Neve Campbell would cap the homestand on a Wednesday afternoon in front of a sellout. She gave a very solid effort, two runs in six innings. Mitch hit two homers that day, both three run shots. The pen nearly let it get away in the ninth, but Duff hung on, for a 6-4 Good Guy win, that completed a stunning, nine game sweep, of the opening homestand. Neither fans, media, Sniderman, nor the team themselves, could explain it. They headed on the trip to New York, as the hottest team in baseball, after losing 100 games the year before. No one knew what to say, or what the reason was, but they had a three game lead in the division, and only hoped it continued.
That night, in the apartment, as Mitch was packing for New York, Naomi tried desperately to get him to have intercourse with her, but to no avail:" Fuck the stupid bet, let's just do it, I am not going to see you for ten days, and I am dying." Naomi said. "No, we can horse around, and you have a vibrator. I will not change anything with this team being as hot as it is. This is great for the team, and we are just going to have to live with the rules we set, until the team loses a home game, just like we said" Mitch replied.. "You have your hot wife of over 20 years, naked, next to you, offering you her body, and you worry about a stupid bet, for a dumb baseball team. Boy, what a putz you are!" Naomi spouted. 'Okay, you know what, Australian, insult not appreciated. Winning is great. I love it, and if us not fucking is what did it, then I wont fuck you the rest of the year. I love winning, it beats losing 100 games, and you are just going to have to grow up, and deal with it!" Mitch said. "You really are an asshole" Naomi shot back, as she turned over, and went to sleep.
The next night, Mitch and Naomi said a very cold goodbye, at the apartment, as he got into a cab to Nassau airport to board the plane for New York. "I hate you right now, but I will be here when you get back, For better or worse, right?" Naomi said. "Yes, for better or worse. Maybe we will lose the first game of the homestand next time, so this can be over" Mitch said.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the win against the Braves. As she was new to the team, it was not surprising that pitcher Rachel Leigh Cook would be the featured lee. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club, in a bra and panties. Center fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on Cook's neck and face, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, left fielder Dawson continued attacking Cook, tickling the pretty brunette on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly, as she shrieked with laughter:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THAT TICKKLLLLEEEESS NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Second baseman Russell was next, tickling Cook on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees, as her legs jerked, and she screamed some more. Finally, Mitch, the team captain, got his favorite spot, tickling the soles of Cook's pretty feet. He attacked Cook's feet with all ten fingers, a feather, a vibrating electric massager, and an electric toothbrush on Cook's soft soles, and all ten toes. Cook went ballistic, wiggling her toes every which way, and screeching with hysterical laughter, begging for mercy, tears rolling down her eyes: HEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE MITCH! I CANT STAND IT! IAM GOING TO WET MYSELF! PLEASE STOPPPPPP! I GIVE UP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the exhausted and deshelved Cook was untied.
So, it had, quite frankly, been a stunning opening homestand for the Good Guys, with the Mitch-Naomi sex ban issue an interesting sidebar. Was the incredible streak just beginners luck? After all, the team had been in contention the year before, and fallen to the depths with an unexpected thud in the second half, or, this year, would the Good Guys be the championship caliber team of old? Those answers to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
On the eve of Opening Day, Mitch and Naomi were relaxing, trying to get in mindset for the season. That night, they made an unusual promise to each other. "How about this. It's a new season. What say we do the usual foreplay, foot worship, tickling stuff, etc, but, if we win tomorrow, we do not have actual intercourse until we lose again at home" Mitch mused. "Okay, and if we sweep the nine game homestand, and then you go on the road, it means I dont get fucked for three weeks then. I dont like that" Naomi said sharply. "Come on, let's try it, with an amendment. We can have oral sex, but not intercourse" Mitch offered. Naomi made a face:" Oh sure, husband, I get to suck your dick. Something you know I dont like, and do only occasionally to please you!" Naomi spouted. "Come on, Nai, be a sport. I doubt we'll sweep the nine game homestand. Even in the winning years, we used to lose a few at home. We may lose tomorrow, and this whole thing might be moot" Mitch said. "If we have a thirty game home winning streak, I am filing for divorce" Naomi said. "Okay, if that happens, I will get you another man" Mitch said, in jest.
The following day, a bright, windy, 78 degree, refreshing April day, the Good Guys, losers of 100 games the year before, took on the New York Mets. Kate Hudson was on the mound, and nearly 50,000 were in the stands, not a sellout, but close, as the crowd wanted to give the team new hope, that the past season was just a bad memory, and that, at least, a wild card berth was possible. On that day, Kate did an excellent job, pitching six innings, striking out nine, and allowing but three hits. In the sixth, Mitch hit a three run homer, and then, the bullpen did the rest, with Naomi, Bynes, and then Duff, shutting the door, in what could not have been a better scripted, 3-0 win, to open the season. That night, Mitch and Naomi horsed around, with foreplay, and oral sex, but no intercourse. "If we sweep this homestand, I am buying a vibrator, husband" Naomi said. The next day, another sunny 80 degree day, Gil Bellows took the mound. He followed Kate's lead by allowing only four hits over seven innings, again turning things over to Bynes, and then Hilary Duff, as Mitch hit yet another home run, and the Good Guys shut out the Mets again, 2-0. They weren't scoring many runs, but their pitching, brutal the season before, was masterful. Charlize Theron would cap the series on Wednesday afternoon. That game was a little tougher, as Charlize got banged around, for four runs, on nine hits, in her six innings. The Good Guys trailed, 4-1 in the seventh, and it looked like Naomi would get sex that night. It was not to be, Paradise got a run in the seventh, and five more in the eighth, capped off by another Mitch homer, as Duff was perfect in the ninth, as the team completed the sweep, 7-4, much to the surprise of the fans, media, and even Sniderman, who was very pleased with the team's play early on. That night, Naomi complained again:" Stop hitting homeruns, husband, let's lose one, so I can get fucked! I'm horny!" Naomi whined.
Thursday was an off day, The team had a light workout, and then went to the casino. The sex ban was still on that night, as the Good Guys hadnt lost yet.
Atlanta came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound. She gave a solid effort, seven innings, three runs, as Mitch hit two more homers, and the pen did the rest, to come away with a 6-3 triumph, for the team's fourth straight win. Naomi felt confident she would get sex the next night, as the fifth starter usually got his brains beat in. What Miss Watts forgot, was that the team had a new, alternate, fifth starter, Rachel Leigh Cook, that year. Cook, in her first start of the year, in front of 40,000 plus that Saturday night, was masterful, allowing but one run into the eighth, as the Good Guys got only two, but prevailed again, 2-1, for win number five. Naomi almost felt depressed on Sunday, as the team headed to the ballpark to play Atlanta. Knowing Kate was on the mound, she felt the team would definitely win. It was no contest, as the Good Guys scored five runs in the first off Atlanta starter Tim Hudson, and their own Hudson, Kate, breezed, striking out seventeen Braves, in a 5-0 win, for the team's sixth straight victory. No one could quite understand what was happening, but the team's start was just unreal.
Overcast skies invaded Paradise on Monday night, as Houston came to town. Gil Bellows was on the mound, and he got lit up that night, allowing five runs in five innings. That night, it looked like Naomi would finally get some. In the ninth, trailing 5-2 against Houston ace closer Brad Lidge, Naomi had a smirk on her face, feeling Lidge would put down the Good Guys, win streak over, sex coming to her that night. She should have seen the handwriting on the wall. A walk was followed by two bloop hits. Mitch came to the plate, sellout crowd on its feet, and then, he delivered, bashing a Grand Slam home run, that cleared the bullpen in right field, and prompted Naomi to fall on the ground in disbelief, and yell amongst the commotion:"Husband, you miserable fuck, how could you do that!" She exclaimed, tears rolling down her cheeks. As the team was undressing after the 6-5 win, Naomi came over to Mitch in the locker room:" I hate you. Stop being so freaking hot, and strike out some. I think you enjoy not fucking me!" Naomi spouted. The next night didn't prove to be any better for Naomi, as Charlize Theron was on the mound. Confidence brimming, fans screaming, sellout in the park on a Tuesday night, Charlize breezed, fanning ten in seven innings, and getting easy help from Bynes and Duff, in a 3-1 win, the team's eighth in a row. Neve Campbell would cap the homestand on a Wednesday afternoon in front of a sellout. She gave a very solid effort, two runs in six innings. Mitch hit two homers that day, both three run shots. The pen nearly let it get away in the ninth, but Duff hung on, for a 6-4 Good Guy win, that completed a stunning, nine game sweep, of the opening homestand. Neither fans, media, Sniderman, nor the team themselves, could explain it. They headed on the trip to New York, as the hottest team in baseball, after losing 100 games the year before. No one knew what to say, or what the reason was, but they had a three game lead in the division, and only hoped it continued.
That night, in the apartment, as Mitch was packing for New York, Naomi tried desperately to get him to have intercourse with her, but to no avail:" Fuck the stupid bet, let's just do it, I am not going to see you for ten days, and I am dying." Naomi said. "No, we can horse around, and you have a vibrator. I will not change anything with this team being as hot as it is. This is great for the team, and we are just going to have to live with the rules we set, until the team loses a home game, just like we said" Mitch replied.. "You have your hot wife of over 20 years, naked, next to you, offering you her body, and you worry about a stupid bet, for a dumb baseball team. Boy, what a putz you are!" Naomi spouted. 'Okay, you know what, Australian, insult not appreciated. Winning is great. I love it, and if us not fucking is what did it, then I wont fuck you the rest of the year. I love winning, it beats losing 100 games, and you are just going to have to grow up, and deal with it!" Mitch said. "You really are an asshole" Naomi shot back, as she turned over, and went to sleep.
The next night, Mitch and Naomi said a very cold goodbye, at the apartment, as he got into a cab to Nassau airport to board the plane for New York. "I hate you right now, but I will be here when you get back, For better or worse, right?" Naomi said. "Yes, for better or worse. Maybe we will lose the first game of the homestand next time, so this can be over" Mitch said.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the win against the Braves. As she was new to the team, it was not surprising that pitcher Rachel Leigh Cook would be the featured lee. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club, in a bra and panties. Center fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on Cook's neck and face, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, left fielder Dawson continued attacking Cook, tickling the pretty brunette on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly, as she shrieked with laughter:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THAT TICKKLLLLEEEESS NOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Second baseman Russell was next, tickling Cook on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees, as her legs jerked, and she screamed some more. Finally, Mitch, the team captain, got his favorite spot, tickling the soles of Cook's pretty feet. He attacked Cook's feet with all ten fingers, a feather, a vibrating electric massager, and an electric toothbrush on Cook's soft soles, and all ten toes. Cook went ballistic, wiggling her toes every which way, and screeching with hysterical laughter, begging for mercy, tears rolling down her eyes: HEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE MITCH! I CANT STAND IT! IAM GOING TO WET MYSELF! PLEASE STOPPPPPP! I GIVE UP! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the exhausted and deshelved Cook was untied.
So, it had, quite frankly, been a stunning opening homestand for the Good Guys, with the Mitch-Naomi sex ban issue an interesting sidebar. Was the incredible streak just beginners luck? After all, the team had been in contention the year before, and fallen to the depths with an unexpected thud in the second half, or, this year, would the Good Guys be the championship caliber team of old? Those answers to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team from Paradise Island.
The End
