The Good Guys embarked on their first road trip of the year. Things didnt start well, as they were swept three straight in New York. When they got to Atlanta, their fortunes got better, as they won two of three there, before winning two of three in Houston. They returned home, on a Sunday night, for their second homestand of the year.
During the trip, for a while, Mitch and Naomi had certain nights when they had fine, civil, and even loving, interaction, via instant message, on the computer. Then, two nights before Mitch was due to come home, while the team was in Houston, everything went to hell in a handbasket. Naomi and Mitch had a vicious argument, she left the chat session, and didnt answer her cell phone, or the regular phone, to him for two days. By the time Mitch made his way home on Sunday night, he knew he was pretty well fucked.
When Mitch entered the apartment, he was met by a scowling Naomi:" I think you know where your residence is, mister, and what you're not getting from me" Naomi said. Mitch stormed into the guest room, suitcase in hand. "I am going to take a shower, change, and then head off to the casino, to blow off some steam. I am very tired, after a long ten day trip. I really dont have the patience to deal with your bullshit tonight, Naomi. If you want to be sour all night, and be pissed off at me, fine, go for it, but, I wont be here to receive the blows" Mitch said, in an exasperated tone. "You miserable son of a bitch. You dont care what I feel, or what I think of you. All you care about is having things your way, and so you dont have to face anything, or yourself!" Naomi said, her voice rising into a scream. "I face myself every day, and every week, in counesling. I am not afraid of myself. However, there are times that I just dont feel like fighting with you, and now is one of those times" Mitch said, heading for the door, and leaving the apartment.
When Mitch got to the casino, he first had a big, expensive, steak dinner, at one of the hotel's fancy eateries. Then, he went to gamble, and started losing. First dice, then blackjack, and finally horses, no luck. He exited the casino, four hours later, down over $1000, and in a really sour mood. He didnt want to go home to the couch, or the ranting bitch Naomi, but, also didnt feel like getting a room at the hotel that night. He finally made his way home, hopeful that Naomi would be sleeping when he arrived. As it turned out, she was awake, lying on her side, with the light on, as he entered the bedroom. "I'm just going to get undressed, and then I'll get out of your sight. I'll go to my favorite residence, the couch, which seems like it's been my home lately" Mitch said sarcastically. As Mitch was undressing, he began to muse, almost to himself:" This rollercoaster, this god damn, fucking rollercoaster. One good night, one bad night, one good week, one bad week. I cant take it anymore" Mitch said. "Neither can I, Mitchell, neither can I" Naomi replied. "It doesnt make sense for me to find another apartment for just six months, if we retire after the season anyway, so, what do you say we just, act civil, I'll sleep in the guest room, and, we have a tacit agreement that we'll seperate after the season, and go our own ways" Mitch said, very quietly. Naomi looked at him, as if she had just been stabbed in the heart:" So, the great big hero of Paradise, is telling his wife of 25 years, that he wants out, because he wants to be a coward, and not face the issues, and maybe, heaven forbid, hear that he's wrong, and might have to change something about himself, or how he acts" Naomi said. "No, Naomi, I am not saying that. I know that I am far from perfect, and I am always more than willing to modify behavior. It's just, I cant take this rollercoaster anymore, and neither can you" Mitch replied. "Then why dont you try listening to me, and putting some real effort through, instead of this half assed bullshit you give me, to try and shut me up. It always seems to me that your attitude is:" Oh, it is all fine and good, as long as I do the minimum, to shut that fucking bitch Naomi up. I'll say and do whatever, if it will just shut you up, bitch" Naomi said, in an almost theatrical tone of voice. "It's not that way, and you know it." Mitch shot back. " What is it, Mitchell? If you dont want to work on this, and dont love me, then why the fuck are you still here? Why wait til after the season? Why dont you just do it right now? Pack your bags, and get the fuck out! Get the hell out of my sight, you bastard, so I dont have to live this way anymore!" Naomi screamed, tears beginning to roll down her face. Mitch, stung when he saw Naomi's tears, went over to the bed, and tried to embrace her, but, him doing that, made her fly into an even worse rage: "Dont you dare touch me! You animal!" Naomi screamed, seething with anger. "I dont want to go" Mitch said, very quietly. "Then, fine, you had better work on this, and work on it seriously, and not by trying to skate by, and fool me, with your half assed crap, Mitchell. You are almost done. I cant, and wont, live like this anymore. I dont want to leave you, or for us to be apart, but, I will, if I have to. You need to really think about this, and do some work. We'll play the games, go to counesling, and see. Right now, the situation is looking very grim" Naomi said.
The next night, after a sleepless night for Mitch in the guest room, the Good Guys opened their homestand, against the Pittsburgh Pirates. Kate Hudson was on the mound that night, and she pitched very well, allowing but two runs in eight innings, and striking out ten, in a 3-2 win. Gil Bellows took the ball the following night, and got hit fairly hard, losing, 5-4. Charlize Theron pitched on Wednesday night, and was stellar, allowing two hits, and one run, in eight innings, with nine strikeouts, in a 2-1 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. The couple showed up for counesling, having barely spoken to each other in four days, and, still sleeping in seperate rooms. "This rollercoaster, one night good, one night bad. I almost think we have both had enough. There seems to be no future, between our personal problems, and our situation with our teammates, it almost seems to be the last hurrah. It seems to me that we should just play the season out, and leave in October, win, lose, or draw" Mitch said. "This is Mitchell. He is resolved to give up, and allow our relationship to die, instead of facing himself, and making changes" Naomi said. "I never said that" Mitch said. "You dont have to, you're acting it. It is almost like you are begging for this to end in divorce" Naomi said. "No" Mitch replied. "Then put some effort in, and stop justifying yourself, and work with me, damn you! I am still here, and not just as a zombie. Baseball may end in October, but, you know when I want it to end with you? How about never" Naomi said. Mitch was silent. He had a lot on his plate, and didnt know what to do.
Chicago came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound, and pitched very well, shutting out the Cubs, 2-0. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched on Saturday night, and threw well, but lost, 2-1. Kate Hudson took the ball on a sunny, dry, Sunday, in front of a sellout. Kate was magnificent that day, allowing three hits, and striking out twelve, in a 4-0 win.
St Louis entered Paradise on Monday, for the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows was the starter on Monday night. He made up for his poor outing the week before, allowing three runs in six innings, a decent effort, in a 5-3 victory. Charlize Theron got hammered on Tuesday night, as the Good Guys were never in the game, losing 8-0. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny, bright, 82 degree Wednesday, in front of a sellout. She was not quite as sharp as the week before, but still pitched credibly, allowing three runs, in her eight innings of work. The Good Guys led, 8-3 in the ninth, before the bullpen gave up a couple of runs. Hilary Duff came on to save the day, and the Good Guys came away with an 8-5 Paradise Island win, that completed a fine six and three homestand. On field, all was going as planned, but, off, anything but.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee, would be the hot blonde head cashier at the one of the casino's fancy eating places. The thin, beautiful blonde was tied hands and feet to the bed, in a bra and panties, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on the head cashier's neck with fingers, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEE! NO! Moving down, Left Fielder Dawson was next, tickling the cashier on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as more giggles erupted:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEE! OOH THAT TICKLES NOOO! HEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHE! Working down, Catcher Barney was the next tickler, tickling the cashier on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she bucked, and squealed:HEHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the cashier on the soles of her pretty feet. He attacked the cashier's feet with fingers, two feathers, ice, and electric toothbrushes, over her soles and toes. The cashier went beserk, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEOMG PLEASE MY FEET ARE VERY TICKLISH! I GIVE UP! NOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the cashier was untied.
On Thursday night, Mitch had his bag packed for the airport:" Call a cab, Mitchell, I am not taking you tonight" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the taxi company's number. "Pretty fucking bad homestand this time. Maybe we need ten days away. I hope to work on this when I get back" Mitch said, trying to be conciilatory. "That's up to you, Mitchell" Naomi said.
So, it had been a pretty sour homestand for the couple, with the only saving grace being the on field play of the team. Now came a ten day trip, and maybe, a needed break for the couple. Would things ever improve? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
During the trip, for a while, Mitch and Naomi had certain nights when they had fine, civil, and even loving, interaction, via instant message, on the computer. Then, two nights before Mitch was due to come home, while the team was in Houston, everything went to hell in a handbasket. Naomi and Mitch had a vicious argument, she left the chat session, and didnt answer her cell phone, or the regular phone, to him for two days. By the time Mitch made his way home on Sunday night, he knew he was pretty well fucked.
When Mitch entered the apartment, he was met by a scowling Naomi:" I think you know where your residence is, mister, and what you're not getting from me" Naomi said. Mitch stormed into the guest room, suitcase in hand. "I am going to take a shower, change, and then head off to the casino, to blow off some steam. I am very tired, after a long ten day trip. I really dont have the patience to deal with your bullshit tonight, Naomi. If you want to be sour all night, and be pissed off at me, fine, go for it, but, I wont be here to receive the blows" Mitch said, in an exasperated tone. "You miserable son of a bitch. You dont care what I feel, or what I think of you. All you care about is having things your way, and so you dont have to face anything, or yourself!" Naomi said, her voice rising into a scream. "I face myself every day, and every week, in counesling. I am not afraid of myself. However, there are times that I just dont feel like fighting with you, and now is one of those times" Mitch said, heading for the door, and leaving the apartment.
When Mitch got to the casino, he first had a big, expensive, steak dinner, at one of the hotel's fancy eateries. Then, he went to gamble, and started losing. First dice, then blackjack, and finally horses, no luck. He exited the casino, four hours later, down over $1000, and in a really sour mood. He didnt want to go home to the couch, or the ranting bitch Naomi, but, also didnt feel like getting a room at the hotel that night. He finally made his way home, hopeful that Naomi would be sleeping when he arrived. As it turned out, she was awake, lying on her side, with the light on, as he entered the bedroom. "I'm just going to get undressed, and then I'll get out of your sight. I'll go to my favorite residence, the couch, which seems like it's been my home lately" Mitch said sarcastically. As Mitch was undressing, he began to muse, almost to himself:" This rollercoaster, this god damn, fucking rollercoaster. One good night, one bad night, one good week, one bad week. I cant take it anymore" Mitch said. "Neither can I, Mitchell, neither can I" Naomi replied. "It doesnt make sense for me to find another apartment for just six months, if we retire after the season anyway, so, what do you say we just, act civil, I'll sleep in the guest room, and, we have a tacit agreement that we'll seperate after the season, and go our own ways" Mitch said, very quietly. Naomi looked at him, as if she had just been stabbed in the heart:" So, the great big hero of Paradise, is telling his wife of 25 years, that he wants out, because he wants to be a coward, and not face the issues, and maybe, heaven forbid, hear that he's wrong, and might have to change something about himself, or how he acts" Naomi said. "No, Naomi, I am not saying that. I know that I am far from perfect, and I am always more than willing to modify behavior. It's just, I cant take this rollercoaster anymore, and neither can you" Mitch replied. "Then why dont you try listening to me, and putting some real effort through, instead of this half assed bullshit you give me, to try and shut me up. It always seems to me that your attitude is:" Oh, it is all fine and good, as long as I do the minimum, to shut that fucking bitch Naomi up. I'll say and do whatever, if it will just shut you up, bitch" Naomi said, in an almost theatrical tone of voice. "It's not that way, and you know it." Mitch shot back. " What is it, Mitchell? If you dont want to work on this, and dont love me, then why the fuck are you still here? Why wait til after the season? Why dont you just do it right now? Pack your bags, and get the fuck out! Get the hell out of my sight, you bastard, so I dont have to live this way anymore!" Naomi screamed, tears beginning to roll down her face. Mitch, stung when he saw Naomi's tears, went over to the bed, and tried to embrace her, but, him doing that, made her fly into an even worse rage: "Dont you dare touch me! You animal!" Naomi screamed, seething with anger. "I dont want to go" Mitch said, very quietly. "Then, fine, you had better work on this, and work on it seriously, and not by trying to skate by, and fool me, with your half assed crap, Mitchell. You are almost done. I cant, and wont, live like this anymore. I dont want to leave you, or for us to be apart, but, I will, if I have to. You need to really think about this, and do some work. We'll play the games, go to counesling, and see. Right now, the situation is looking very grim" Naomi said.
The next night, after a sleepless night for Mitch in the guest room, the Good Guys opened their homestand, against the Pittsburgh Pirates. Kate Hudson was on the mound that night, and she pitched very well, allowing but two runs in eight innings, and striking out ten, in a 3-2 win. Gil Bellows took the ball the following night, and got hit fairly hard, losing, 5-4. Charlize Theron pitched on Wednesday night, and was stellar, allowing two hits, and one run, in eight innings, with nine strikeouts, in a 2-1 triumph.
Thursday was an off day. The couple showed up for counesling, having barely spoken to each other in four days, and, still sleeping in seperate rooms. "This rollercoaster, one night good, one night bad. I almost think we have both had enough. There seems to be no future, between our personal problems, and our situation with our teammates, it almost seems to be the last hurrah. It seems to me that we should just play the season out, and leave in October, win, lose, or draw" Mitch said. "This is Mitchell. He is resolved to give up, and allow our relationship to die, instead of facing himself, and making changes" Naomi said. "I never said that" Mitch said. "You dont have to, you're acting it. It is almost like you are begging for this to end in divorce" Naomi said. "No" Mitch replied. "Then put some effort in, and stop justifying yourself, and work with me, damn you! I am still here, and not just as a zombie. Baseball may end in October, but, you know when I want it to end with you? How about never" Naomi said. Mitch was silent. He had a lot on his plate, and didnt know what to do.
Chicago came to town on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound, and pitched very well, shutting out the Cubs, 2-0. Rachel Leigh Cook pitched on Saturday night, and threw well, but lost, 2-1. Kate Hudson took the ball on a sunny, dry, Sunday, in front of a sellout. Kate was magnificent that day, allowing three hits, and striking out twelve, in a 4-0 win.
St Louis entered Paradise on Monday, for the last series of the homestand. Gil Bellows was the starter on Monday night. He made up for his poor outing the week before, allowing three runs in six innings, a decent effort, in a 5-3 victory. Charlize Theron got hammered on Tuesday night, as the Good Guys were never in the game, losing 8-0. Neve Campbell took the mound on a sunny, bright, 82 degree Wednesday, in front of a sellout. She was not quite as sharp as the week before, but still pitched credibly, allowing three runs, in her eight innings of work. The Good Guys led, 8-3 in the ninth, before the bullpen gave up a couple of runs. Hilary Duff came on to save the day, and the Good Guys came away with an 8-5 Paradise Island win, that completed a fine six and three homestand. On field, all was going as planned, but, off, anything but.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee, would be the hot blonde head cashier at the one of the casino's fancy eating places. The thin, beautiful blonde was tied hands and feet to the bed, in a bra and panties, in the middle of the fetish club. Center Fielder Ed Burns began the tickle on the head cashier's neck with fingers, as her head shifted from side to side, and the giggles began:HHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEE! NO! Moving down, Left Fielder Dawson was next, tickling the cashier on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as more giggles erupted:HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEE! OOH THAT TICKLES NOOO! HEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHE! Working down, Catcher Barney was the next tickler, tickling the cashier on her hips, inner thighs, and knees with fingers, as she bucked, and squealed:HEHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the cashier on the soles of her pretty feet. He attacked the cashier's feet with fingers, two feathers, ice, and electric toothbrushes, over her soles and toes. The cashier went beserk, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEOMG PLEASE MY FEET ARE VERY TICKLISH! I GIVE UP! NOOOO! HEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the cashier was untied.
On Thursday night, Mitch had his bag packed for the airport:" Call a cab, Mitchell, I am not taking you tonight" Naomi said. Mitch nodded, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the taxi company's number. "Pretty fucking bad homestand this time. Maybe we need ten days away. I hope to work on this when I get back" Mitch said, trying to be conciilatory. "That's up to you, Mitchell" Naomi said.
So, it had been a pretty sour homestand for the couple, with the only saving grace being the on field play of the team. Now came a ten day trip, and maybe, a needed break for the couple. Would things ever improve? That answer to come in the continuing story of the Tickle Team From Paradise Island.
The End
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