The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip, this time to California. They ended up going four and five on the trip. After losing two of three in San Fransisco, they went down the coast and won two of three in San Diego, before losing two of three in Los Angeles. They returned home, around 2am on a Monday morning, to begin a nine game homestand, that would be the completion of the first round of games against all teams, at home.
During the five plus hour flight from Los Angeles to Nassau, Mitch slept most of the way. He was a tired man. He was also weary of being on the road, not to mention lonely. The whole way home, his "id" was racing a mile a minute, as all he could think about when he reached Paradise, was tickling and sex with Naomi. When he reached his apartment, Naomi was there, as she always was, with a hug, and a kiss. As Mitch held his wife, he was almost breathing a sigh of relief that he was home with her, and away from the rigors, and heckling of the road. Although they weren't doing anything particularly sexy, as Mitch held Naomi, he blurted out: "Nai, can I see the bottoms of your feet, please?" Naomi stared at him with an annoyed look. At first, she thought that maybe he was just tired, and she would have let the remark pass, but, the demand in the tone of his voice, raised her ire, and she couldn't help but make a comment:" Oh, I see, it isnt about being home with the one you love. It's just about the fetish, and the sex, and the foot show with the bottoms of my feet!" Naomi snapped, pulling away from him. "Nai, I didn't mean that. I'm just tired. Come on, let's not go like this" Mitch appealed. "No, you know what, you started it, so now you are going to get it. I know that I am your wife, and that I am supposed to accomodate you, but you know what, Mitchell, the assumption that I'm just going to roll over, and do as you say, and show you the bottoms of my feet, or stand on a ladder, or let you tickle me. It all gets really old. Maybe I dont feel like showing you the bottoms of my feet, because I have been walking barefoot all night, and they are black with filth, and maybe I dont feel like having you tickle me into oblivion, or having you suck on my toes. Maybe you are just a great, big, fat, fucking pain in my ass, and maybe I just dont feel like fucking doing any of it!" Naomi said, very angrily, her voice rising into a scream. "Tell you what, Naomi, you dont have to do any of those things for me, ever again! Would that make you happy? Maybe I'll just have to find some other woman to do those things for me!" Mitch shouted back, going into the guest room, and slamming the door.
The homestand had gotten off to a very rocky start. The next morning, things didnt get any better, as the couple scowled at each other, during breakfast with the family. After they were alone, Mitch tried to talk to Naomi, and smooth things over, but he was met with a faceful of bedroom door slam. "Should I go take out a few thousand dollars, and go to the casino, if all you are going to do is not talk to me all day!?" Mitch snapped, through the locked bedroom door. "I really dont give a fuck what you do, Mitchell, so long as it isnt with me!" Naomi snapped, seething with rage. "Fine, you know what, screw you. I am going out for a while. I will see you at the ballpark tonight" Mitch said, slamming the apartment door. After gambling at the casino that afternoon, Mitch went to the ballpark for that night's game with Washington. Kate Hudson was on the hill that night. She didnt have her best stuff, allowing three runs in six innings. The Good Guys were tied, 3-3 in the seventh, when Washington got a run, the winning run, as it turned out, in a 4-3 Washington triumph. Things werent any better that night on the domestic front, as Naomi undressed, got a drink of water, and slammed the bedroom door again, leaving Mitch to the couch. The next night, the war continued, but at least the Good Guys solved victory on the field, as Mitch took his frustrations out on the Nationals, hitting a home run, as Gil Bellows, and Hilary Duff, combined, on a 5-3 win. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday night, and threw magnificently, allowing but one run in eight innings, as Duff got another save, in a 3-1 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. Naomi and Mitch still were not talking to one another. That morning, when the family awoke, Mitch knocked on the bedroom door, and tried to initiate communciation with his wife:" We have a counesling appointment today. Are you going with me?" Mitch asked. Naomi opened the bedroom door, and looked at him with disgust. "I dont know what good it will do, but okay. It doesnt change anything, because, when we come home later, I am not going to let you fuck me. I dont want to fuck with you" Naomi said, calmly, but with a look of revoltion. "That's fine, we dont have to fuck, okay? Let's just go there and talk. It will be a heck of a lot more than we've done for the last four days" Mitch said. When they got to the couneslor's office, Naomi was still furious. When they got to the therapist's office, Naomi was quiet, and Mitch told the couneslor the situation. "This whole thing started because I asked her a simple question. I had come home from a long, hard road trip, and all I did was to ask to see the soles of my wife's feet. Is that a crime? Had she asked to see the soles of my feet, if she had a foot fetish, I would have shown them to her. The road trip sucked, and all I wanted to do was to get back into the loving arms of my wife. Does that make me a criminal? " Mitch asked. "It was the way you asked me, Mitchell. It was like, okay, slave, show me your feet, so I can devour them, and tickle you to death. You didnt even stop to try and initiate conversation, or foreplay. It was just:" Give me sex, and give me your feet" Naomi said. "Nai, I'm sorry. You know I never treat you like a whore. It was just frustration, and such. I was tired, after a long road trip, and my delivery wasnt right. Will you please forgive me, so that we can have a nice last week of the homestand?" Mitch appealed. "Yes, I forgive you. I know you didnt mean it, but I just couldnt say:" Oh, thats okay" I had to hold you accountable, because I didnt like what you did. I'll give you sex when we get home tonight, I am busting myself, as we already wasted four days of this homestand" Naomi said. That night, after the issue had been settled, the couple went home and made love. Naomi got tickled, Mitch got his tickling, and the soles of Naomi's feet, and all was smoothed over, for now.
The Phillies came to town the next night. Neve Campbell was on the hill. She pitched well, but lost, 1-0, as the Good Guys got no runs. Rachel Leigh Cook took her turn on Saturday night. The Good Guys had their hitting shoes on, scoring eight runs. Cook was not fantastic, allowing four runs, but gaining the win, in an 8-6 victory. Kate Hudson pitched on a sunny, beautiful Sunday in front of a sellout. Kate was magnificent that day, allowing only five hits, and striking out fourteen. She was never really threatened, as the Good Guys hit four homers, three solos, and a two run shot, in a 5-0 whitewashing of the Phillies.
The Reds entered Paradise on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday. He pitched a credible game, but an eighth inning error cost him, as the go ahead run scored, in a 4-3 defeat. Charlize Theron had the pitching assignment on Tuesday night. She allowed but two runs, as the Good Guys scored six, with Hilary Duff getting out of a bases loaded jam in the ninth, in a 6-2 win. Neve Campbell took the mound, on a bright, hot, dry Wednesday, in front of a sellout. The Good Guys hit a few home runs early, building a 4-0 lead. Campbell was cruising along, until the ninth, when she suddenly allowed two walks, and a bloop hit, to load the bases, with no outs. Duff came in to try and put out the fire. After she struck out the first batter, she then allowed a shallow outfield pop up, that didnt score a run. Then, the last Reds batter hit a booming fly ball to the wall in right field, that Mitch backed up, and caught at the wall, for the final out. Another two feet, and the game would have been tied, but, as it stood, it ended as a 4-0 Good Guy win, that completed a fine six and three homestand. It had not always been easy, but the team had gotten the six wins that was their goal on every homestand.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the win against the Phillies. Instead of having scheduled lees that night, something different occurred. Two mega hot blondes, friends, were standing at the bar in the fetish club, doing dangles of the thong shoes they were wearing, and showing off their soles. Suddenly, defying all logic, and fear of law consquences, Mitch and Ed Burns dragged the two girls to the tickle table, much to their protest: "Hey! Put us down, you big apes! What the fuck is this, assholes?!" One of the blondes protested. "We want to tickle you, and we know it's not consensual, so, look, since it isnt, let us tickle you, and, if you really hate it, we will give you $5000 each" Mitch said. "We are not tickle whores, we are respectable women, you piece of shit!" One of the girls, now tied up, protested. "Okay, then, how about $10,000 each? You guys are so hot, and have such hot feet, just please let us do this!" Mitch said. The blondes looked at each other:" How do you know we are ticklish?" One asked. "I suspect that you are, or you wouldnt be carrying on like this" Mitch said. "Okay, $10.000 cash, as soon as you untie us, and, if not, we call the cops for assault" One blonde said. "Fair enough, we are going to take up a team collection to pay you, and thank you for doing this" Mitch said. With that, the male members of the team gathered around the two tied up and naked blondes. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on the first blonde's neck with fingers, as the giggles started, and her head shifted from side to side:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, shortstop Tom Cruise was next, attacking the first blonde on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG TICKLING IS SO INTENSE! NOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, third baseman Michael was the next ler, tickling the blonde on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, causing her legs to jerk all over:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at the soles of the pretty 1st blonde feet, tickling them with his fingers, two feathers, and a vibrating electric massager over her soles and toes. The blonde went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OH PLEASE! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE! I GIVE UP! NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Several lers positioned themselves at the second pretty blonde, with Catcher Barney beginning the tickle on her neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and giggles started:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHYEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was next, tickling the second blonde on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THAT TICKLES SOOOOO MUCCCCHHH YOUUUUUU ASSSSSHOOLLLLLLEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, pitcher Gil Bellows was the next ler, attacked the second blonde beauty on her hips, inner thighs, and front and back of the knees with fingers, causing more screaming:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch again positioned himself at the second blonde's feet, attacking her feet with fingers, feathers, an electric toothbrush, and, for good measure, playing "piggies" with both blondes toes at the same time. The second blonde, and the first, with the piggies, went ballistic, filling the room with uncontrollable laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO MORE OF THAT! WE CANT STAND IT! WE ARE EITHER GOING TO COMMMMMEEEE ORRRRR PEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended on both blondes, and both were untied. Then, instead of letting Mitch and Ed foot the bill, because it had been their idea, the male members of the team took up a collection, contributing several hundred dollars each, to make up the $10,000 they had promised the women, and the two mega hot blondes left the club with fistfuls of Good Guys cash, while the male members of the team, especially, had a great time.
On Thursday night, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to Washington:" It wasn't a great homestand at first, but, luckily it ironed itself out in the end. I will miss you, and I love you, and I think next time, you need to be a little more sensitive, and I wont be such an obstinate bitch, if you ask to see the bottoms of my feet. I will just show them to you, okay?" Naomi said, kissing Mitch, as he headed into the airport.
So, it had been a bit of a rocky homestand off field, but a solid homestand on field. Now came a ten day road trip, that would complete the first part of the season's schedule. What would happen next? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
During the five plus hour flight from Los Angeles to Nassau, Mitch slept most of the way. He was a tired man. He was also weary of being on the road, not to mention lonely. The whole way home, his "id" was racing a mile a minute, as all he could think about when he reached Paradise, was tickling and sex with Naomi. When he reached his apartment, Naomi was there, as she always was, with a hug, and a kiss. As Mitch held his wife, he was almost breathing a sigh of relief that he was home with her, and away from the rigors, and heckling of the road. Although they weren't doing anything particularly sexy, as Mitch held Naomi, he blurted out: "Nai, can I see the bottoms of your feet, please?" Naomi stared at him with an annoyed look. At first, she thought that maybe he was just tired, and she would have let the remark pass, but, the demand in the tone of his voice, raised her ire, and she couldn't help but make a comment:" Oh, I see, it isnt about being home with the one you love. It's just about the fetish, and the sex, and the foot show with the bottoms of my feet!" Naomi snapped, pulling away from him. "Nai, I didn't mean that. I'm just tired. Come on, let's not go like this" Mitch appealed. "No, you know what, you started it, so now you are going to get it. I know that I am your wife, and that I am supposed to accomodate you, but you know what, Mitchell, the assumption that I'm just going to roll over, and do as you say, and show you the bottoms of my feet, or stand on a ladder, or let you tickle me. It all gets really old. Maybe I dont feel like showing you the bottoms of my feet, because I have been walking barefoot all night, and they are black with filth, and maybe I dont feel like having you tickle me into oblivion, or having you suck on my toes. Maybe you are just a great, big, fat, fucking pain in my ass, and maybe I just dont feel like fucking doing any of it!" Naomi said, very angrily, her voice rising into a scream. "Tell you what, Naomi, you dont have to do any of those things for me, ever again! Would that make you happy? Maybe I'll just have to find some other woman to do those things for me!" Mitch shouted back, going into the guest room, and slamming the door.
The homestand had gotten off to a very rocky start. The next morning, things didnt get any better, as the couple scowled at each other, during breakfast with the family. After they were alone, Mitch tried to talk to Naomi, and smooth things over, but he was met with a faceful of bedroom door slam. "Should I go take out a few thousand dollars, and go to the casino, if all you are going to do is not talk to me all day!?" Mitch snapped, through the locked bedroom door. "I really dont give a fuck what you do, Mitchell, so long as it isnt with me!" Naomi snapped, seething with rage. "Fine, you know what, screw you. I am going out for a while. I will see you at the ballpark tonight" Mitch said, slamming the apartment door. After gambling at the casino that afternoon, Mitch went to the ballpark for that night's game with Washington. Kate Hudson was on the hill that night. She didnt have her best stuff, allowing three runs in six innings. The Good Guys were tied, 3-3 in the seventh, when Washington got a run, the winning run, as it turned out, in a 4-3 Washington triumph. Things werent any better that night on the domestic front, as Naomi undressed, got a drink of water, and slammed the bedroom door again, leaving Mitch to the couch. The next night, the war continued, but at least the Good Guys solved victory on the field, as Mitch took his frustrations out on the Nationals, hitting a home run, as Gil Bellows, and Hilary Duff, combined, on a 5-3 win. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday night, and threw magnificently, allowing but one run in eight innings, as Duff got another save, in a 3-1 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. Naomi and Mitch still were not talking to one another. That morning, when the family awoke, Mitch knocked on the bedroom door, and tried to initiate communciation with his wife:" We have a counesling appointment today. Are you going with me?" Mitch asked. Naomi opened the bedroom door, and looked at him with disgust. "I dont know what good it will do, but okay. It doesnt change anything, because, when we come home later, I am not going to let you fuck me. I dont want to fuck with you" Naomi said, calmly, but with a look of revoltion. "That's fine, we dont have to fuck, okay? Let's just go there and talk. It will be a heck of a lot more than we've done for the last four days" Mitch said. When they got to the couneslor's office, Naomi was still furious. When they got to the therapist's office, Naomi was quiet, and Mitch told the couneslor the situation. "This whole thing started because I asked her a simple question. I had come home from a long, hard road trip, and all I did was to ask to see the soles of my wife's feet. Is that a crime? Had she asked to see the soles of my feet, if she had a foot fetish, I would have shown them to her. The road trip sucked, and all I wanted to do was to get back into the loving arms of my wife. Does that make me a criminal? " Mitch asked. "It was the way you asked me, Mitchell. It was like, okay, slave, show me your feet, so I can devour them, and tickle you to death. You didnt even stop to try and initiate conversation, or foreplay. It was just:" Give me sex, and give me your feet" Naomi said. "Nai, I'm sorry. You know I never treat you like a whore. It was just frustration, and such. I was tired, after a long road trip, and my delivery wasnt right. Will you please forgive me, so that we can have a nice last week of the homestand?" Mitch appealed. "Yes, I forgive you. I know you didnt mean it, but I just couldnt say:" Oh, thats okay" I had to hold you accountable, because I didnt like what you did. I'll give you sex when we get home tonight, I am busting myself, as we already wasted four days of this homestand" Naomi said. That night, after the issue had been settled, the couple went home and made love. Naomi got tickled, Mitch got his tickling, and the soles of Naomi's feet, and all was smoothed over, for now.
The Phillies came to town the next night. Neve Campbell was on the hill. She pitched well, but lost, 1-0, as the Good Guys got no runs. Rachel Leigh Cook took her turn on Saturday night. The Good Guys had their hitting shoes on, scoring eight runs. Cook was not fantastic, allowing four runs, but gaining the win, in an 8-6 victory. Kate Hudson pitched on a sunny, beautiful Sunday in front of a sellout. Kate was magnificent that day, allowing only five hits, and striking out fourteen. She was never really threatened, as the Good Guys hit four homers, three solos, and a two run shot, in a 5-0 whitewashing of the Phillies.
The Reds entered Paradise on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday. He pitched a credible game, but an eighth inning error cost him, as the go ahead run scored, in a 4-3 defeat. Charlize Theron had the pitching assignment on Tuesday night. She allowed but two runs, as the Good Guys scored six, with Hilary Duff getting out of a bases loaded jam in the ninth, in a 6-2 win. Neve Campbell took the mound, on a bright, hot, dry Wednesday, in front of a sellout. The Good Guys hit a few home runs early, building a 4-0 lead. Campbell was cruising along, until the ninth, when she suddenly allowed two walks, and a bloop hit, to load the bases, with no outs. Duff came in to try and put out the fire. After she struck out the first batter, she then allowed a shallow outfield pop up, that didnt score a run. Then, the last Reds batter hit a booming fly ball to the wall in right field, that Mitch backed up, and caught at the wall, for the final out. Another two feet, and the game would have been tied, but, as it stood, it ended as a 4-0 Good Guy win, that completed a fine six and three homestand. It had not always been easy, but the team had gotten the six wins that was their goal on every homestand.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party, following the win against the Phillies. Instead of having scheduled lees that night, something different occurred. Two mega hot blondes, friends, were standing at the bar in the fetish club, doing dangles of the thong shoes they were wearing, and showing off their soles. Suddenly, defying all logic, and fear of law consquences, Mitch and Ed Burns dragged the two girls to the tickle table, much to their protest: "Hey! Put us down, you big apes! What the fuck is this, assholes?!" One of the blondes protested. "We want to tickle you, and we know it's not consensual, so, look, since it isnt, let us tickle you, and, if you really hate it, we will give you $5000 each" Mitch said. "We are not tickle whores, we are respectable women, you piece of shit!" One of the girls, now tied up, protested. "Okay, then, how about $10,000 each? You guys are so hot, and have such hot feet, just please let us do this!" Mitch said. The blondes looked at each other:" How do you know we are ticklish?" One asked. "I suspect that you are, or you wouldnt be carrying on like this" Mitch said. "Okay, $10.000 cash, as soon as you untie us, and, if not, we call the cops for assault" One blonde said. "Fair enough, we are going to take up a team collection to pay you, and thank you for doing this" Mitch said. With that, the male members of the team gathered around the two tied up and naked blondes. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on the first blonde's neck with fingers, as the giggles started, and her head shifted from side to side:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, shortstop Tom Cruise was next, attacking the first blonde on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG TICKLING IS SO INTENSE! NOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, third baseman Michael was the next ler, tickling the blonde on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, causing her legs to jerk all over:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch positioned himself at the soles of the pretty 1st blonde feet, tickling them with his fingers, two feathers, and a vibrating electric massager over her soles and toes. The blonde went beserk, wiggling her toes every which way, and squealing with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OH PLEASE! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE! I GIVE UP! NOOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Several lers positioned themselves at the second pretty blonde, with Catcher Barney beginning the tickle on her neck with fingers, as her head shifted, and giggles started:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHYEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was next, tickling the second blonde on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THAT TICKLES SOOOOO MUCCCCHHH YOUUUUUU ASSSSSHOOLLLLLLEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, pitcher Gil Bellows was the next ler, attacked the second blonde beauty on her hips, inner thighs, and front and back of the knees with fingers, causing more screaming:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch again positioned himself at the second blonde's feet, attacking her feet with fingers, feathers, an electric toothbrush, and, for good measure, playing "piggies" with both blondes toes at the same time. The second blonde, and the first, with the piggies, went ballistic, filling the room with uncontrollable laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO MORE OF THAT! WE CANT STAND IT! WE ARE EITHER GOING TO COMMMMMEEEE ORRRRR PEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended on both blondes, and both were untied. Then, instead of letting Mitch and Ed foot the bill, because it had been their idea, the male members of the team took up a collection, contributing several hundred dollars each, to make up the $10,000 they had promised the women, and the two mega hot blondes left the club with fistfuls of Good Guys cash, while the male members of the team, especially, had a great time.
On Thursday night, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to Washington:" It wasn't a great homestand at first, but, luckily it ironed itself out in the end. I will miss you, and I love you, and I think next time, you need to be a little more sensitive, and I wont be such an obstinate bitch, if you ask to see the bottoms of my feet. I will just show them to you, okay?" Naomi said, kissing Mitch, as he headed into the airport.
So, it had been a bit of a rocky homestand off field, but a solid homestand on field. Now came a ten day road trip, that would complete the first part of the season's schedule. What would happen next? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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