The Good Guys embarked on their second road trip of the year, this time to the midwest. They began in fine fashion, sweeping three games at Pittsburgh, but then, proceeded to drop two of three in both Chicago and St Louis. They returned home, on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand, against the teams from California.
While their farewell at the end of the last homestand, seemed to signal at least a cease fire between Mitch and Naomi, the events while Mitch was on the road trip to the midwest, proved that seemingly nothing had changed. Mitch was gone, and, while Naomi had told him on the last homestand:" You dont cheat on me", deep down, she was skeptical. Conversely, Mitch knew that there were nights that Naomi was not home. While she said she was out with "friends", Mitch had his doubts. With all the trouble they had endured over the past year plus, one had to wonder if they were still together, simply for the sake of their kids, and the fact that they had baseball commitments to the same team. Although they still had almost a full season to go, their ages, and the situation with the team, meant that there was always a possibility that each season was the last season, and, with their situation, and their seemingly at times volcanic hatred for each other, one had to wonder how they could survive even one day, when there was no baseball seven months a year. They managed through the winters, but, there was always charity work, gaming, appointments with friends, meals out, and things to keep them distracted. Alas, none of that had to be worried about at the present time, because it was so early in the season.
When Mitch returned home from St Louis, on Sunday night, Naomi was there. They greeted one another with a brief kiss, and a relative coolness. Their children were milling around, and oldest daughter Erin couldnt help but quip:" Should I get out the boxing gloves now, or are you two going to be civil long enough for us to get through dinner?" "I'm civil, Erin, I havent said a word" Mitch said. "Nothing here, either, civil" Naomi added. The family went out to dinner, and the couple made small talk with their kids. When they got home, Naomi kicked off her shoes, as she always did, and started parading around the apartment barefoot. That is when it all started. Every time Mitch even saw his wife barefoot, thoughts began running through his mind. Foot worship, tickling her, her ticklishness on her feet, and other places. The sex and tickle sessions they had over 20 plus years. Mitch began to wonder if indeed the fetish was his downfall, and theirs . What if they hadnt had the fetish, and wanted to tickle each other, and Mitch didnt want to worship his wife's feet? What if they just had "Conventional Sex"? Alas, Mitch pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He knew that all their issues wouldnt be solved if they suddenly gave up tickling, and foot worship. Their issues ran far deeper than that. Although, on the surface, Naomi had maintained for 20 years, that it didnt bother her, that her career as an actress, had been compromised, by being a wife and mother, and stuck on an island, with three kids, where she couldnt really persue her acting career, Mitch wasnt stupid, he knew better. She hardly, if ever, complained, yet, he knew it was a source of concern.
After the couple retired to their bedroom, they took showers. When Naomi came out of the bathroom, naked, Mitch's breath caught in his throat. This woman was so beautiful, and he knew she was his. Why couldn't they just get along? The answer was simple. They were both brilliant people, with very headstrong personalities. For as many times as Naomi gave in to Mitch worshipping her feet, and for as many ladders as she stood on barefoot for him, he knew that she wasnt going to be a pushover in other areas of their relationship. Sex and fetish issues were one thing, but relationship issues were quite another. So many times, Mitch wondered, why didnt he just give up, and leave? The couple, as hard as they fought with each other, had one main bond, they were fiercely loyal to each other. If someone bad mouthed Naomi, Mitch was right there to defend her, and if anyone ripped Mitch, Naomi would be right there, defending him, wanting to claw out the eyes of whoever did the ripping. It was almost like, the motto in their relationship was:" We can say fucking bitch or bastard about each other, but bedamned to anyone who says it about our partner" Did it make sense? Yes and No. From a loyalty factor, it made perfect sense, but, as to why they couldnt get along, and fought with each other so fiercely, no one knew, not their therapist, and probably, not even themselves.
The following night, with all these issues abounding, the Good Guys gathered at the ballpark, to open a nine game homestand, against the Giants. Kate Hudson was on the mound. She pitched very well, allowing but two runs in eight innings. Tied, 2-2, in the ninth, Hilary Duff came in, and served up a solo homer, to send Paradise to defeat, 3-2. Things were better the next night, as Gil Bellows fired shutout ball into the ninth, of a 3-0 win. Charlize Theron took her turn on Wednesday night. She got hit hard, allowing four runs in six innings, but the Good Guys bats were booming that night, and they scored nine runs, and prevailed, 9-4.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, when Mitch awakened, Naomi was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Mitch came up behind her, whispered in her ear, and started tickling her on her sides, causing her to have trouble with what she was doing:" Let's skip counesling today, and let's just spend it in bed, screwing the hell out of each other" , to which Naomi replied quietly:" No, we dont skip counseling, especially not with all the tension we've been having lately. We need to go. It's true that we havent been screaming at each other this homestand as much, but, things are still there" She said. "Okay, for you, I'll go, but.. I have something to ask you. Will you accomadate me, and give me a blowjob when we get home?" Mitch said, still with his mind in the gutter. "We'll see, maybe yes, maybe no" Naomi said, kissing him on top of the head. When they got to counseling that morning, Mitch and Naomi reported to the couneslor about their current situation that week: "We aren't fighting, and we are still having sex. It's just.. stuff is still there. It may always be. I keep thinking to myself, with as much as I fight with this man, Naomi without Mitch would be like, me losing one of my arms, or a leg. I'm terrifed to keep fighting with him like this for the rest of my life, but I'm even more terrified of losing him. We might fight like this until they cover one of us with six feet of dirt. Yet, to stay and fight shows we care, but to leave, to me, is cowardly." Naomi said. After the session, which was productive, the couple was about to head off to the casino, to meet up with other members of the team:" That was productive. So, do I get oral sex tonight?" Mitch repeated. "Why do you insist upon bringing up things you know I dislike, American? You know that I dont like to give you oral sex, and yet, you play on my. "I am your wife, so I should do this for you" side." "Does that mean no?" Mitch asked. "It means that in my heart, I want to say no. I give you tickling, foot worship, ladders, feet smelling, and many other things. Cant I say no to something?" She said. "Yes, of course you can. It's just, we havent been getting along well recently, so I havent wanted to ask you" Mitch said. Naomi sighed:" I'll tell you what, since I havent given you one in a long time, if we make it through this homestand, without any major problems, before you leave on Wednesday night, I'll do it, okay?" Naomi said. "Okay, fair" Mitch said, kissing her on the lips.
San Diego came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound, and she pitched very well, firing a five hit shutout, in a 5-0 win. Rachel Leigh Cook got hit hard on Saturday night, and the team lost, 5-3. Kate Hudson took the hill on a sunny Sunday, in front of a sellout. She was dominant that day, allowing but four hits, and striking out thirteen. The game was tied, 2-2 in the eighth, when the Good Guys, not wanting Kate to get another no decision, exploded for four runs. They came away, with a 6-3 victory.
Los Angeles invaded Paradise on Monday, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, and threw well, but lost, 3-2. Charlize Theron had the ball on Tuesday, and allowed only one run, as the Good Guys got four, in a 4-1 triumph. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. Neve allowed one run in the first inning, and then nothing else. The game was still, 1-0, Dodgers, in the eighth, when the Good Guys tied it, on a Mitch homer. In the tenth, Center Fielder Ed Burns sent the sellout gathering home happy, with a solo blast to left field, to give the Good Guys a 2-1 win, that completed a six and three homestand. It was difficult to tell if Mitch and Naomi's relative peace on that homestand, was a mirage, or a turning point. Only time would tell.
That night, when they undressed for bed, Mitch reminded Naomi of her promise. "I know, American, I know what I promised, to suck your cock, and let the fluid go in my mouth. I dont like doing it one bit, but, because I like you a hell of a lot more than one bit, okay, I will fulfill my promise" Naomi said. With that, Naomi, naked, dropped to her knees, and began sucking on Mitch's completely erect penis. Naomi hadnt done this for Mitch in seemingly forever, and the feeling was incredibly intense. After a couple of minutes, he exploded with a massive orgasm, which she spit into a nearby cup. Afterward, Mitch was very appreciative:" Thank you. I know you dont like doing that. I appreciate you going out of your way to do that for me" He said, kissing Naomi on top of the head. "You're welcome, American. I cant promise how often I'll want to do that, but, I figure, as your wife, I need to please you. After all, better me, than someone else" She said. After the oral session, and after a bit, when Mitch rested, he had intercourse with Naomi, and, it looked like the homestand would be completed on a positive note. Neither of them was sure if it was just temporary, or a turning point.
In the meantime, the team held its Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Padres. The featured lee would be the beautiful star of the hit TV show, Las Vegas, Vanessa Marcil. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on Vanessa's neck with fingers, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling Vanessa on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NEEEEOOOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! Working down, Left Fielder Dawson was the next tickler, tickling Vanessa on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, causing more shrieking:HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! EEEEK! NEEEEEEEEO! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch got to the soles of Vanessa's feet. He attacked Vanessa's feet with his fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and toes. Vanessa went beserk, wiggling her toes wildly, and shrieking with giggles:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! EEEEEK! I GIVE UP! NEEEEEEEO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Vanessa was untied.
On Thursday, in the late afternoon, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to San Francisco:" So, peace this homestand. Does that mean we are settling things, or was it a one time thing?" Naomi asked. "I dont know, time will tell. I love you, and I will see you next Sunday" Mitch said, kissing Naomi on the lips.
Considering recent tensions, it had been a rather odd homestand, of relative peace. Now, Mitch left for ten days. Would things stay calm when he returned, or would tensions boil over again? That answer to come in the next segment, of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
While their farewell at the end of the last homestand, seemed to signal at least a cease fire between Mitch and Naomi, the events while Mitch was on the road trip to the midwest, proved that seemingly nothing had changed. Mitch was gone, and, while Naomi had told him on the last homestand:" You dont cheat on me", deep down, she was skeptical. Conversely, Mitch knew that there were nights that Naomi was not home. While she said she was out with "friends", Mitch had his doubts. With all the trouble they had endured over the past year plus, one had to wonder if they were still together, simply for the sake of their kids, and the fact that they had baseball commitments to the same team. Although they still had almost a full season to go, their ages, and the situation with the team, meant that there was always a possibility that each season was the last season, and, with their situation, and their seemingly at times volcanic hatred for each other, one had to wonder how they could survive even one day, when there was no baseball seven months a year. They managed through the winters, but, there was always charity work, gaming, appointments with friends, meals out, and things to keep them distracted. Alas, none of that had to be worried about at the present time, because it was so early in the season.
When Mitch returned home from St Louis, on Sunday night, Naomi was there. They greeted one another with a brief kiss, and a relative coolness. Their children were milling around, and oldest daughter Erin couldnt help but quip:" Should I get out the boxing gloves now, or are you two going to be civil long enough for us to get through dinner?" "I'm civil, Erin, I havent said a word" Mitch said. "Nothing here, either, civil" Naomi added. The family went out to dinner, and the couple made small talk with their kids. When they got home, Naomi kicked off her shoes, as she always did, and started parading around the apartment barefoot. That is when it all started. Every time Mitch even saw his wife barefoot, thoughts began running through his mind. Foot worship, tickling her, her ticklishness on her feet, and other places. The sex and tickle sessions they had over 20 plus years. Mitch began to wonder if indeed the fetish was his downfall, and theirs . What if they hadnt had the fetish, and wanted to tickle each other, and Mitch didnt want to worship his wife's feet? What if they just had "Conventional Sex"? Alas, Mitch pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He knew that all their issues wouldnt be solved if they suddenly gave up tickling, and foot worship. Their issues ran far deeper than that. Although, on the surface, Naomi had maintained for 20 years, that it didnt bother her, that her career as an actress, had been compromised, by being a wife and mother, and stuck on an island, with three kids, where she couldnt really persue her acting career, Mitch wasnt stupid, he knew better. She hardly, if ever, complained, yet, he knew it was a source of concern.
After the couple retired to their bedroom, they took showers. When Naomi came out of the bathroom, naked, Mitch's breath caught in his throat. This woman was so beautiful, and he knew she was his. Why couldn't they just get along? The answer was simple. They were both brilliant people, with very headstrong personalities. For as many times as Naomi gave in to Mitch worshipping her feet, and for as many ladders as she stood on barefoot for him, he knew that she wasnt going to be a pushover in other areas of their relationship. Sex and fetish issues were one thing, but relationship issues were quite another. So many times, Mitch wondered, why didnt he just give up, and leave? The couple, as hard as they fought with each other, had one main bond, they were fiercely loyal to each other. If someone bad mouthed Naomi, Mitch was right there to defend her, and if anyone ripped Mitch, Naomi would be right there, defending him, wanting to claw out the eyes of whoever did the ripping. It was almost like, the motto in their relationship was:" We can say fucking bitch or bastard about each other, but bedamned to anyone who says it about our partner" Did it make sense? Yes and No. From a loyalty factor, it made perfect sense, but, as to why they couldnt get along, and fought with each other so fiercely, no one knew, not their therapist, and probably, not even themselves.
The following night, with all these issues abounding, the Good Guys gathered at the ballpark, to open a nine game homestand, against the Giants. Kate Hudson was on the mound. She pitched very well, allowing but two runs in eight innings. Tied, 2-2, in the ninth, Hilary Duff came in, and served up a solo homer, to send Paradise to defeat, 3-2. Things were better the next night, as Gil Bellows fired shutout ball into the ninth, of a 3-0 win. Charlize Theron took her turn on Wednesday night. She got hit hard, allowing four runs in six innings, but the Good Guys bats were booming that night, and they scored nine runs, and prevailed, 9-4.
Thursday was an off day. That morning, when Mitch awakened, Naomi was in the kitchen, making breakfast. Mitch came up behind her, whispered in her ear, and started tickling her on her sides, causing her to have trouble with what she was doing:" Let's skip counesling today, and let's just spend it in bed, screwing the hell out of each other" , to which Naomi replied quietly:" No, we dont skip counseling, especially not with all the tension we've been having lately. We need to go. It's true that we havent been screaming at each other this homestand as much, but, things are still there" She said. "Okay, for you, I'll go, but.. I have something to ask you. Will you accomadate me, and give me a blowjob when we get home?" Mitch said, still with his mind in the gutter. "We'll see, maybe yes, maybe no" Naomi said, kissing him on top of the head. When they got to counseling that morning, Mitch and Naomi reported to the couneslor about their current situation that week: "We aren't fighting, and we are still having sex. It's just.. stuff is still there. It may always be. I keep thinking to myself, with as much as I fight with this man, Naomi without Mitch would be like, me losing one of my arms, or a leg. I'm terrifed to keep fighting with him like this for the rest of my life, but I'm even more terrified of losing him. We might fight like this until they cover one of us with six feet of dirt. Yet, to stay and fight shows we care, but to leave, to me, is cowardly." Naomi said. After the session, which was productive, the couple was about to head off to the casino, to meet up with other members of the team:" That was productive. So, do I get oral sex tonight?" Mitch repeated. "Why do you insist upon bringing up things you know I dislike, American? You know that I dont like to give you oral sex, and yet, you play on my. "I am your wife, so I should do this for you" side." "Does that mean no?" Mitch asked. "It means that in my heart, I want to say no. I give you tickling, foot worship, ladders, feet smelling, and many other things. Cant I say no to something?" She said. "Yes, of course you can. It's just, we havent been getting along well recently, so I havent wanted to ask you" Mitch said. Naomi sighed:" I'll tell you what, since I havent given you one in a long time, if we make it through this homestand, without any major problems, before you leave on Wednesday night, I'll do it, okay?" Naomi said. "Okay, fair" Mitch said, kissing her on the lips.
San Diego came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound, and she pitched very well, firing a five hit shutout, in a 5-0 win. Rachel Leigh Cook got hit hard on Saturday night, and the team lost, 5-3. Kate Hudson took the hill on a sunny Sunday, in front of a sellout. She was dominant that day, allowing but four hits, and striking out thirteen. The game was tied, 2-2 in the eighth, when the Good Guys, not wanting Kate to get another no decision, exploded for four runs. They came away, with a 6-3 victory.
Los Angeles invaded Paradise on Monday, in the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows pitched on Monday night, and threw well, but lost, 3-2. Charlize Theron had the ball on Tuesday, and allowed only one run, as the Good Guys got four, in a 4-1 triumph. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny Wednesday, in front of a sellout. Neve allowed one run in the first inning, and then nothing else. The game was still, 1-0, Dodgers, in the eighth, when the Good Guys tied it, on a Mitch homer. In the tenth, Center Fielder Ed Burns sent the sellout gathering home happy, with a solo blast to left field, to give the Good Guys a 2-1 win, that completed a six and three homestand. It was difficult to tell if Mitch and Naomi's relative peace on that homestand, was a mirage, or a turning point. Only time would tell.
That night, when they undressed for bed, Mitch reminded Naomi of her promise. "I know, American, I know what I promised, to suck your cock, and let the fluid go in my mouth. I dont like doing it one bit, but, because I like you a hell of a lot more than one bit, okay, I will fulfill my promise" Naomi said. With that, Naomi, naked, dropped to her knees, and began sucking on Mitch's completely erect penis. Naomi hadnt done this for Mitch in seemingly forever, and the feeling was incredibly intense. After a couple of minutes, he exploded with a massive orgasm, which she spit into a nearby cup. Afterward, Mitch was very appreciative:" Thank you. I know you dont like doing that. I appreciate you going out of your way to do that for me" He said, kissing Naomi on top of the head. "You're welcome, American. I cant promise how often I'll want to do that, but, I figure, as your wife, I need to please you. After all, better me, than someone else" She said. After the oral session, and after a bit, when Mitch rested, he had intercourse with Naomi, and, it looked like the homestand would be completed on a positive note. Neither of them was sure if it was just temporary, or a turning point.
In the meantime, the team held its Saturday tickle party, following the loss to the Padres. The featured lee would be the beautiful star of the hit TV show, Las Vegas, Vanessa Marcil. She was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on Vanessa's neck with fingers, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Moving down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling Vanessa on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, counting her ribs, as she squealed:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NEEEEOOOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE! Working down, Left Fielder Dawson was the next tickler, tickling Vanessa on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, causing more shrieking:HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! EEEEK! NEEEEEEEEO! HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE! Finally, Mitch got to the soles of Vanessa's feet. He attacked Vanessa's feet with his fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush over her soles and toes. Vanessa went beserk, wiggling her toes wildly, and shrieking with giggles:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! EEEEEK! I GIVE UP! NEEEEEEEO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and Vanessa was untied.
On Thursday, in the late afternoon, Naomi drove Mitch to Nassau International, so that he could catch the team flight to San Francisco:" So, peace this homestand. Does that mean we are settling things, or was it a one time thing?" Naomi asked. "I dont know, time will tell. I love you, and I will see you next Sunday" Mitch said, kissing Naomi on the lips.
Considering recent tensions, it had been a rather odd homestand, of relative peace. Now, Mitch left for ten days. Would things stay calm when he returned, or would tensions boil over again? That answer to come in the next segment, of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
