The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip, this time to the West Coast. They had a losing trip, going four and five on the trip during the nine games. They lost two of three in San Fransisco, before winning two of three in San Diego, and again losing two of three in Los Angeles. They returned home on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand against Philadelphia, Washington, and Cincinnatti, which would lead to the conclusion of the first part of their season schedule.
During the trip, Mitch was subjected to more online taunting from Naomi. He was becoming weary of her carrying on, but didnt think it proper to put his own wife, whom he was still living with, on his instant message ignore list. She no longer gave him cyber tickling, cyber sex, foot, or nude body, shows, but rather, gave him long rants typed in capital letters, about all his faults, and the misery he had supposedly caused her for over 23 years.
On Sunday night, he returned home from California about midnight Nassau time. Naomi was there waiting for him, and she began the taunts as soon as he came in the door. "Want these? Hmmmm? Take a good look, asshole, because this is as close as you'll be getting to them!" Naomi said, taunting Mitch by showing him her bare breasts. "No! I dont want those, and I dont want you! I hate you, you dirty bitch! You are making my life miserable! You're fucking crazy! I dont know what the hell brought this on, but I cant go on like this anymore!" Mitch said, his voice rising.
Just then, the couple's oldest daughter, Erin, now 20, came out of her room in a state of sleepyness, with hair messed up:" Can you two prize fighters please keep it down. Some of us young people need our rest. If you cant get along, why dont you just whisper your hatred of each other, or, better yet, why dont you just seperate, so you dont have to put any of us innocents through this anymore" Erin said. Mitch looked at his daughter with a look of stone. "Is that what you want, Erin? You want me to leave? I can leave, and maybe I wont be responsible for paying your college tuition anymore, or for that little red car you love so much? You are over 18. I dont have to do shit for you, young lady, and how dare you tell me not to express my views to my wife, in my own house, especially when she's the one who has been causing me all the hell!" Mitch said, very sharply. "I'm sorry, okay. I will stay out of it. I just cant stand the fighting anymore. Nobody can. You two cant go on like this, both for yourselves, and your kids" Erin said. "Yeah, well, why dont you tell your mother that. I would be more than happy to call a truce, but she seems to think that I am this mean, cruel, bastard, who wants to make her life, and all of our lives miserable. What do you want, Naomi? Tell me, and I will do it. Do you want me to leave? I'll sleep on the couch tonight, pack my bags, and go move to the hotel in the morning, until I find another place to live." Mitch said. "I dont know what I want anymore, and I am beginning not to care. Get undressed, sleep here, and we will talk about this tomorrow, I'm going to bed" Naomi said, waving her hand, and leaving the room. That night, Mitch had a restless night on the couch, unsure of what the morning, or his future, would bring.
The next morning, when Mitch got up, Naomi made breakfast for the family, and then, when everyone had left for school, Mitch tried to bring up the subject. "So, what's the verdict, Naomi? Do you want me to pack my things? I'll go pack a suitcase right now, and get a room at the hotel before the game tonight." Mitch said. "I'm too tired to talk about this now. I dont want to talk about this" Naomi said, heading toward the bedroom. "YOU dont want to talk about it! You HAVE to talk about it! I cannot and will not go on like this! If you want me out, and want our 23 year marriage over, have the guts to tell me, damn you! If not, then I will stay, and we have some serious problems to deal with!" Mitch ranted. Naomi was still silent. "I am going to go take a few thousand dollars, go play at the casino to clear my head, and then I will see you at the ballpark later. You have until midnight tonight, after the postgame meal, to give me your answer. If not, I will come back here, pack a bag, leave, and be gone" Mitch said, and headed out the door. Mitch went to the casino, and luck was not with him, as he played dice, and the horses, and lost over $1000. The money was no big deal, as he had plenty of it, but, it was not surprising that he lost, considering his mood.
That night, in a showery rain, the Good Guys opened a homestand against Washington. Kate Hudson was on the mound. She pitched a decent game, in front of a smaller than usual gathering of only 15,000, due to the weather. However, Mitch, whose mind was elsewhere, made two errors, that contributed to three unearned runs, and a 4-2 setback. After the postgame interviews, and showers, Mitch approached Naomi at her locker. "It is after 11. You have less than an hour to give me your answer. Do you want me to leave? Tell me, and I will go home, and pack my bags" Mitch said. "Fuck you with your deadlines. I dont know what I want. I havent kicked you out, or changed the locks, have I? So just stay, until we think about this some more, and stop acting like such a whining crybaby because everything isnt perfect for you!" Naomi said sharply. "I cant go on like this" Mitch appealed. "Give me until the end of the homestand to think about it. We'll see how things go, and then, before your trip, we'll make a decision" Naomi said. That night, after the postgame meal, the couple went home, and slept in seperate beds again, their problems still hanging in the balance.
The next day, after the kids went off to school, and the couple did their chores, it was time to take the pre game nap, before preparing to go to the ballpark. "Come to bed, and let's just talk" Naomi said. When they got into bed, Naomi started chatting about general issues, having nothing to do with the couple's problems, or their maritial strife. Mitch caressed Naomi's face, and tried to bring up the conversation:" Tell me what you want. I will do anything. I still love you, please.." Mitch said, tears in his eyes. Naomi turned away, with her back toward him:" I dont want to talk about this" "Okay, Nai, fine, what are we going to do? Go on like this for the rest of our lives? Talking general things wont solve what is wrong with our marriage. I need to know what is wrong, so I can fix it!" Mitch said. Naomi turned around, and faced him, anger in her eyes. "Okay, Mitch, I am going to lay it out for you, so you will understand me. You keep pushing me to fix what is wrong with our marriage. You know what is wrong. You dont fucking listen to me, and you dont care! All you want is Naomi to do this, and Naomi to do that. It cant be this way. If I ask you to do something, you should just do it, just because, because I, your wife, ask you to, without the prodding, or probing, or bullshit. When you ask me to do something, it is done. If you want me to take off my shoes, so that you can kiss my feet, the shoes come off, and I give you my feet. If you want me to stand barefoot on a ladder, to make you happy, the ladder comes out, and I go up the ladder for you, because you asked me to do it, because I love you enough, to do those things for you, without asking "Why". "Do I think that you're a little odd for enjoying seeing me stand barefoot on a ladder, or that your top fantasy is that I get held up by a tickling bandit, which would scare the living shit out of me if it really happened, or to tickle me, or see me get tickled, until I'm ready to wet myself? You bet I do. However, I accept those idiosyncracies about you BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, MITCHELL. I need you to stop thinking so much, and asking so many damn questions, and just to do things. Maybe, if you try doing that, things will improve. I'll feel better about you, and then we can move forward, okay?" Naomi said infatically. Mitch was silent for a minute, then said to Naomi:" Okay, I will do whatever you want me to, and I hope we can work this out. I do not want to lose you. I would die if that happened." Mitch said. "I need you to do something else for me. No questions asked, okay?" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, and then Naomi pulled down her undershorts. "Fuck this pussy, and make me come. I havent had an orgasm since you were home last, and I am busting" Naomi said. After a few kisses, Mitch did as he was asked, and had intercourse with Naomi. She had a massive orgasm, in spite of the trouble between the couple, and afterward, thanked him. "Thanks, I needed that" She said. Afterward, Mitch broached a subject with her. "Can I ask you something?" "What?" She replied. "Can I, like, play with your feet? It's been a couple of weeks for me too" He said. "Yes, silly, I am still your wife. Of course you can play with my feet. Just wash them down first, they arent very clean" Naomi said. After Mitch washed down Naomi's soles, he hungrily sucked her bare toes, kissed her soles and toes, and lightly tickled her bare feet, causing her to squeal a bit, and flex her toes. After all the sex play, the couple drifted off to sleep, holding each other.
That night, the Good Guys played Washington again. Gil Bellows was on the mound. He allowed only one run over eight, and a rejuvunated Mitch hit two home runs, in an eventual 5-2 win. The good times continued on Wednesday night, as Charlize Theron allowed three runs over six innings. The Good Guys bats were booming that night, and scored six runs, to come away with a 6-4 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. Mitch and Naomi attended a counesling session, and told the couneslor of their recent situation:" I strongly encourage you both to fight through the problems, and work it out. I do not advocate divorce for you. I would hate to see that after 23 years, so please, try to reach a compromise, work it out, and save your marriage" He said.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was the starter, and she pitched well. She allowed but two runs over seven strong innings, as the Good Guys got six runs, and won the contest, 6-2. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched a one hitter on Saturday night, but the one hit was a home run, and, it was enough to beat her, 1-0. Kate Hudson took the mound on a sunny Sunday in front of a sellout. Kate, who had been the victim of poor support her last time out, took matters into her own hands that afternoon. She fanned sixteen Phillies, and allowed but one run. The Good Guys didnt get many, but they did get enough, in a 2-1 win.
The Reds entered Paradise in the homestand's last series, before the Good Guys went away again. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night. He allowed but one run. However, his teammates got him absolutely none, and he was the losing pitcher, in a 1-0 defeat. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday night. She did a fine job, allowing three runs into the eighth. In the ninth, another pitcher allowed a run, before Hilary Duff came in to slam the door, in a 7-4 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. Neve was fine that day, allowing one run in six innings. She left with a 5-1 lead, and then the bullpen gave up a couple of runs. The team hung on, however, to come away with a 5-3 Paradise Island win, that completed a solid six and three homestand. It had been a homestand of much uncertainity, of first problems, and then Mitch and Naomi trying to sort out their relationship. Now, as another road trip loomed, it would be interesting to see where things would go from here.
During the latter stages of the homestand, Mitch and Naomi did sleep together, and made love, without any major drama, and, as she drove him to the airport on Thursday night, to catch the team flight to Washington, the couple made a vow. "How about this time, kind chatter on the computer during the road trip, and no drama, okay?" Mitch said, "Yeah, and if you're lucky, maybe you'll get a nude cyber show, or a glance at some soles" Naomi quipped.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee, was Nicole Kidman, in town for two weeks, to keep Naomi company, after the Good Guys departed for the road trip. Nicole was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as Nicole's head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, second baseman Russell was next, tickling Nicole on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked, with her sides being one of her most ticklish spots:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! THATS TICKLISH! MY SIDES ARE MURDER! NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Left Fielder Dawson was the next tickler, tickling Nicole on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, as her legs jerked and bucked, and she shreiked some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Then, Mitch appeared at Nicole's feet, and she protested. "You get away from me, American, you torment my best friend enough" Nicole spat. "Listen, Australian, you are in no position to tell me what to do, so just lie there, and take your punishment" Mitch said. "How dare you talk to my friend like that!" Naomi said sharply, to Mitch. Mitch shot Naomi a look:" You keep quiet. You want to keep running your mouth, and I'll make sure you'll be next, lying just where she is!" Mitch said forcefully. With that, Mitch attacked Nicole's soles with his fingers, two big feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and ticklish toes. Nicole went berserk. She wiggled her toes every which way, and screamed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAOMI HELP ME! I CANT STAND IT! MAKE THIS SADISTIC AMERICAN STOP! I AM SO TICKLISH! NO PLEASE NO! IAM GOING TO WET MYSELF! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! With that, the tickling stopped, and the exhausted Nicole was untied.
So, it had been another rocky homestand for the couple. Things did seem like they were taking a turn for the better at the end. The question was, was that only a fleeding moment, or the beginning of real genuine improvement? What would happen next? Those answers to come in the next segment of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
During the trip, Mitch was subjected to more online taunting from Naomi. He was becoming weary of her carrying on, but didnt think it proper to put his own wife, whom he was still living with, on his instant message ignore list. She no longer gave him cyber tickling, cyber sex, foot, or nude body, shows, but rather, gave him long rants typed in capital letters, about all his faults, and the misery he had supposedly caused her for over 23 years.
On Sunday night, he returned home from California about midnight Nassau time. Naomi was there waiting for him, and she began the taunts as soon as he came in the door. "Want these? Hmmmm? Take a good look, asshole, because this is as close as you'll be getting to them!" Naomi said, taunting Mitch by showing him her bare breasts. "No! I dont want those, and I dont want you! I hate you, you dirty bitch! You are making my life miserable! You're fucking crazy! I dont know what the hell brought this on, but I cant go on like this anymore!" Mitch said, his voice rising.
Just then, the couple's oldest daughter, Erin, now 20, came out of her room in a state of sleepyness, with hair messed up:" Can you two prize fighters please keep it down. Some of us young people need our rest. If you cant get along, why dont you just whisper your hatred of each other, or, better yet, why dont you just seperate, so you dont have to put any of us innocents through this anymore" Erin said. Mitch looked at his daughter with a look of stone. "Is that what you want, Erin? You want me to leave? I can leave, and maybe I wont be responsible for paying your college tuition anymore, or for that little red car you love so much? You are over 18. I dont have to do shit for you, young lady, and how dare you tell me not to express my views to my wife, in my own house, especially when she's the one who has been causing me all the hell!" Mitch said, very sharply. "I'm sorry, okay. I will stay out of it. I just cant stand the fighting anymore. Nobody can. You two cant go on like this, both for yourselves, and your kids" Erin said. "Yeah, well, why dont you tell your mother that. I would be more than happy to call a truce, but she seems to think that I am this mean, cruel, bastard, who wants to make her life, and all of our lives miserable. What do you want, Naomi? Tell me, and I will do it. Do you want me to leave? I'll sleep on the couch tonight, pack my bags, and go move to the hotel in the morning, until I find another place to live." Mitch said. "I dont know what I want anymore, and I am beginning not to care. Get undressed, sleep here, and we will talk about this tomorrow, I'm going to bed" Naomi said, waving her hand, and leaving the room. That night, Mitch had a restless night on the couch, unsure of what the morning, or his future, would bring.
The next morning, when Mitch got up, Naomi made breakfast for the family, and then, when everyone had left for school, Mitch tried to bring up the subject. "So, what's the verdict, Naomi? Do you want me to pack my things? I'll go pack a suitcase right now, and get a room at the hotel before the game tonight." Mitch said. "I'm too tired to talk about this now. I dont want to talk about this" Naomi said, heading toward the bedroom. "YOU dont want to talk about it! You HAVE to talk about it! I cannot and will not go on like this! If you want me out, and want our 23 year marriage over, have the guts to tell me, damn you! If not, then I will stay, and we have some serious problems to deal with!" Mitch ranted. Naomi was still silent. "I am going to go take a few thousand dollars, go play at the casino to clear my head, and then I will see you at the ballpark later. You have until midnight tonight, after the postgame meal, to give me your answer. If not, I will come back here, pack a bag, leave, and be gone" Mitch said, and headed out the door. Mitch went to the casino, and luck was not with him, as he played dice, and the horses, and lost over $1000. The money was no big deal, as he had plenty of it, but, it was not surprising that he lost, considering his mood.
That night, in a showery rain, the Good Guys opened a homestand against Washington. Kate Hudson was on the mound. She pitched a decent game, in front of a smaller than usual gathering of only 15,000, due to the weather. However, Mitch, whose mind was elsewhere, made two errors, that contributed to three unearned runs, and a 4-2 setback. After the postgame interviews, and showers, Mitch approached Naomi at her locker. "It is after 11. You have less than an hour to give me your answer. Do you want me to leave? Tell me, and I will go home, and pack my bags" Mitch said. "Fuck you with your deadlines. I dont know what I want. I havent kicked you out, or changed the locks, have I? So just stay, until we think about this some more, and stop acting like such a whining crybaby because everything isnt perfect for you!" Naomi said sharply. "I cant go on like this" Mitch appealed. "Give me until the end of the homestand to think about it. We'll see how things go, and then, before your trip, we'll make a decision" Naomi said. That night, after the postgame meal, the couple went home, and slept in seperate beds again, their problems still hanging in the balance.
The next day, after the kids went off to school, and the couple did their chores, it was time to take the pre game nap, before preparing to go to the ballpark. "Come to bed, and let's just talk" Naomi said. When they got into bed, Naomi started chatting about general issues, having nothing to do with the couple's problems, or their maritial strife. Mitch caressed Naomi's face, and tried to bring up the conversation:" Tell me what you want. I will do anything. I still love you, please.." Mitch said, tears in his eyes. Naomi turned away, with her back toward him:" I dont want to talk about this" "Okay, Nai, fine, what are we going to do? Go on like this for the rest of our lives? Talking general things wont solve what is wrong with our marriage. I need to know what is wrong, so I can fix it!" Mitch said. Naomi turned around, and faced him, anger in her eyes. "Okay, Mitch, I am going to lay it out for you, so you will understand me. You keep pushing me to fix what is wrong with our marriage. You know what is wrong. You dont fucking listen to me, and you dont care! All you want is Naomi to do this, and Naomi to do that. It cant be this way. If I ask you to do something, you should just do it, just because, because I, your wife, ask you to, without the prodding, or probing, or bullshit. When you ask me to do something, it is done. If you want me to take off my shoes, so that you can kiss my feet, the shoes come off, and I give you my feet. If you want me to stand barefoot on a ladder, to make you happy, the ladder comes out, and I go up the ladder for you, because you asked me to do it, because I love you enough, to do those things for you, without asking "Why". "Do I think that you're a little odd for enjoying seeing me stand barefoot on a ladder, or that your top fantasy is that I get held up by a tickling bandit, which would scare the living shit out of me if it really happened, or to tickle me, or see me get tickled, until I'm ready to wet myself? You bet I do. However, I accept those idiosyncracies about you BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, MITCHELL. I need you to stop thinking so much, and asking so many damn questions, and just to do things. Maybe, if you try doing that, things will improve. I'll feel better about you, and then we can move forward, okay?" Naomi said infatically. Mitch was silent for a minute, then said to Naomi:" Okay, I will do whatever you want me to, and I hope we can work this out. I do not want to lose you. I would die if that happened." Mitch said. "I need you to do something else for me. No questions asked, okay?" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, and then Naomi pulled down her undershorts. "Fuck this pussy, and make me come. I havent had an orgasm since you were home last, and I am busting" Naomi said. After a few kisses, Mitch did as he was asked, and had intercourse with Naomi. She had a massive orgasm, in spite of the trouble between the couple, and afterward, thanked him. "Thanks, I needed that" She said. Afterward, Mitch broached a subject with her. "Can I ask you something?" "What?" She replied. "Can I, like, play with your feet? It's been a couple of weeks for me too" He said. "Yes, silly, I am still your wife. Of course you can play with my feet. Just wash them down first, they arent very clean" Naomi said. After Mitch washed down Naomi's soles, he hungrily sucked her bare toes, kissed her soles and toes, and lightly tickled her bare feet, causing her to squeal a bit, and flex her toes. After all the sex play, the couple drifted off to sleep, holding each other.
That night, the Good Guys played Washington again. Gil Bellows was on the mound. He allowed only one run over eight, and a rejuvunated Mitch hit two home runs, in an eventual 5-2 win. The good times continued on Wednesday night, as Charlize Theron allowed three runs over six innings. The Good Guys bats were booming that night, and scored six runs, to come away with a 6-4 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. Mitch and Naomi attended a counesling session, and told the couneslor of their recent situation:" I strongly encourage you both to fight through the problems, and work it out. I do not advocate divorce for you. I would hate to see that after 23 years, so please, try to reach a compromise, work it out, and save your marriage" He said.
The Phillies came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was the starter, and she pitched well. She allowed but two runs over seven strong innings, as the Good Guys got six runs, and won the contest, 6-2. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched a one hitter on Saturday night, but the one hit was a home run, and, it was enough to beat her, 1-0. Kate Hudson took the mound on a sunny Sunday in front of a sellout. Kate, who had been the victim of poor support her last time out, took matters into her own hands that afternoon. She fanned sixteen Phillies, and allowed but one run. The Good Guys didnt get many, but they did get enough, in a 2-1 win.
The Reds entered Paradise in the homestand's last series, before the Good Guys went away again. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night. He allowed but one run. However, his teammates got him absolutely none, and he was the losing pitcher, in a 1-0 defeat. Charlize Theron pitched on Tuesday night. She did a fine job, allowing three runs into the eighth. In the ninth, another pitcher allowed a run, before Hilary Duff came in to slam the door, in a 7-4 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. Neve was fine that day, allowing one run in six innings. She left with a 5-1 lead, and then the bullpen gave up a couple of runs. The team hung on, however, to come away with a 5-3 Paradise Island win, that completed a solid six and three homestand. It had been a homestand of much uncertainity, of first problems, and then Mitch and Naomi trying to sort out their relationship. Now, as another road trip loomed, it would be interesting to see where things would go from here.
During the latter stages of the homestand, Mitch and Naomi did sleep together, and made love, without any major drama, and, as she drove him to the airport on Thursday night, to catch the team flight to Washington, the couple made a vow. "How about this time, kind chatter on the computer during the road trip, and no drama, okay?" Mitch said, "Yeah, and if you're lucky, maybe you'll get a nude cyber show, or a glance at some soles" Naomi quipped.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee, was Nicole Kidman, in town for two weeks, to keep Naomi company, after the Good Guys departed for the road trip. Nicole was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as Nicole's head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, second baseman Russell was next, tickling Nicole on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked, with her sides being one of her most ticklish spots:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! THATS TICKLISH! MY SIDES ARE MURDER! NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Left Fielder Dawson was the next tickler, tickling Nicole on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, as her legs jerked and bucked, and she shreiked some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Then, Mitch appeared at Nicole's feet, and she protested. "You get away from me, American, you torment my best friend enough" Nicole spat. "Listen, Australian, you are in no position to tell me what to do, so just lie there, and take your punishment" Mitch said. "How dare you talk to my friend like that!" Naomi said sharply, to Mitch. Mitch shot Naomi a look:" You keep quiet. You want to keep running your mouth, and I'll make sure you'll be next, lying just where she is!" Mitch said forcefully. With that, Mitch attacked Nicole's soles with his fingers, two big feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and ticklish toes. Nicole went berserk. She wiggled her toes every which way, and screamed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAOMI HELP ME! I CANT STAND IT! MAKE THIS SADISTIC AMERICAN STOP! I AM SO TICKLISH! NO PLEASE NO! IAM GOING TO WET MYSELF! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! With that, the tickling stopped, and the exhausted Nicole was untied.
So, it had been another rocky homestand for the couple. Things did seem like they were taking a turn for the better at the end. The question was, was that only a fleeding moment, or the beginning of real genuine improvement? What would happen next? Those answers to come in the next segment of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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