MG- Iker, candyfloss and a gay bar!
Edit: The description in this story is based on the only gay club I’ve ever been in so I apologise if it offends anyone!
‘Wow you look hot!’ he commented, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck.
I smiled at him in the mirror and put a hand up to stroke his head.
‘You don’t look too shabby yourself’ I winked, ‘are you ready?’
He nodded and with a final kiss we set off to the engagement party.
‘I’m so excited about this!’ I exclaimed as we queued to get into the town’s hottest new club La pina rosada ‘Have you got the supplies?’
‘Right here’ he nodded holding up a plastic bag, ‘Do you think we’ll have enough?’
‘Oh I’m sure there’ll be someone to buy from inside’ I reassured him, ‘I’ve never been in a gay bar where there wasn’t’
Inside was a paradise of pure decadence: white leather booths lined the silver and diamond encrusted walls, while pink helium balloons hung suspended above the dance floor ready to be released later in the evening.
‘Come on lets dance’ I yelled over the sound of Abba and dragged him onto the floor to shake his fabulous booty to Dancing Queen.
As the night wore on the party got wilder and wilder and soon the dance floor was jammed with over excited couples gyrating suggestively against each other. The heat was stifling and catching his eye I indicated my need to go and get some air.
We made our way out of the club’s back door into the dimly lit alley behind it. Sighing with relief I leant against the nearest wall letting the gentle night breeze calm my feverish skin. Opening my eyes I found he was standing in front of me his face a mere breath away from mine,
‘We’re supposed to be cooling off!’ I laughed lifting my mouth to meet his, ‘not raising the temperature further!’
Suddenly I caught sight of something over his shoulder and screamed loudly.
‘What is it?’ he exclaimed ‘I haven’t touched you yet!’
‘There’ I stammered, ‘In the corner - it’s a body!’
‘Don’t be……’ he began, then following my gaze gasped,
‘Oh my God you’re right!’
Cautiously we walked across to where the person was laid and as we got closer I realised it was a man. Bending down I felt for a pulse.
‘They’re alive’ I sighed with relief ‘but totally out of it’
‘Maybe this explains why!’ he said picking up several empty clear, plastic bags from the floor at the side of the unconscious figure.
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they understand how dangerous this stuff is taken in these kind of quantities??’
And reaching for my mobile I began dialling the emergency services.
*A few days later*
‘Good evening and welcome to Sky Sports news - In an exclusive interview today the Spanish football association announced that, unfortunately, due to his recent admission to the Madrid Priory, where he will receive specialist treatment for his life threatening addiction to candy floss Iker Casillas will not be available for the upcoming World cup.
In a statement from the club the President has maintained they are 100% behind their keeper, who had been floss free for almost ten years before being exposed to its potent charms on a night out with team mates last week, and club captain, Raul, whose own problems with sugar addiction are well documented, has vowed to support him in his fight. to get clean.
‘Oh that’s awful news about Iker’ I sighed walking into the bedroom where my husband was packing his suitcase and running my hand over his bent, shaven head.
‘I know its terrible’ he agreed, ‘Now could you pass me my gloves please - I think im going to be needing them quite a bit over the next few weeks!’
MG's from last week- which was suposed to be about Silva but as I know nothing about him I just wandered down my own path!
The Job Interview
‘Ive got to find a more fulfilling career’ I sighed, wiping tomato ketchup off the kitchen walls for the twentieth time that week ‘Im just not cut out for childminding anymore!’
‘Well why don’t you go for this?’ Emma suggested, picking up a nearby newspaper and pointing to the Situations Vacant column.
‘Body oiler required for Sky’s Gladiators show?’ I read aloud.
‘No the one below it’ she laughed, ‘for the live in cook’
Reading the ad a smile spread across my face, ‘That’s perfect’ I grinned ‘I love cooking and its only for a single bloke so its hardly going to be hard work’
A week later I found myself sitting in the hallway of a beautifully furnished flat in North London.
‘Miss Brookes’ a soft voice said and I glanced up to see a tall, slightly nervous looking man standing in a nearby doorway. ‘Would you like to come in?’
Smoothing down my skirt and tucking a wayward curl behind my ear I followed him into a room painted in the most delicate duck egg blue. The soft furnishings were the colour of clotted cream and right in the centre of the floor was a huge, baby soft, sheepskin rug.
‘Please sit down’ he said indicating a huge sofa, before taking a seat on the chair opposite.
‘Ok!’ he smiled ‘so maybe you could start by telling me what qualities you have that suit this position?’
A rather embarrassing silence fell in the room.
‘Sorry!’ I apologised, quickly pulling myself together ‘I was just……’
And then I stopped realising how stupid I would sound, telling him I’d just been rendered speechless by his gorgeous dimples when he smiled at me!
‘Its ok’ he reassured me ‘There’s plenty of time - would a drink help?’
‘That would be lovely’ I nodded ‘Do you have tea?’
‘I do’ he told me, then blushing added ‘but I’m not completely sure how to make it properly - not being English.’
‘That’s ok’ I smiled, ‘I’ll do it - I’m an expert!’
Following him into the spotlessly clean kitchen I admired the gleaming equipment and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of all the fantastic dishes I could create in there. He noticed me looking and sheepishly confessed he’d never used any of it himself.
‘Really?’ I asked astounded ‘Can’t you cook anything?’
‘Oh yes!’ he replied proudly ‘I make fantastic fruit kebabs!’
For some reason I found this highly amusing and burst into a fit of giggles.
‘Oh! I’m sorry’ I said stopping abruptly as I saw the look of hurt on his face ‘I didn’t mean to mock you’ and in a unconscious movement I put my hand on his arm to appease him.
As soon as I placed it there everything seemed to change. A strange stillness descended as we both stared at it for several seconds before simultaneously raising our eyes and locking them together. I felt I should say something but was unable to speak as slowly he brought a long finger to my face and ran it sensuously along my jaw.
Feeling my knees buckle slightly I leant back against the kitchen units to steady myself as he moved closer and placed his other hand at the base of my spine.
I wanted him to kiss me, needed him to kiss me but at the same time I was lost in this sublime moment where, standing inches apart, mouths almost touching, we breathed the same air and saw nothing but each other.
I could smell his unique scent, a mix of grass and vanilla and it made me dizzy with desire. Unable to stop myself I reached up and traced the curve of the little scar above his right eyebrow.
Removing his finger from my chin he carefully cupped it in his hands and never breaking eye contact gently brushed my lips with his, before increasing the pressure until they parted far enough to allow his tongue to pass.
He kissed me with a mixture of intensity and an undisguised naivety which both thrilled and soothed me at the same time.
Finally he broke away and taking my hand led me back to the lounge.
‘I’m not very good at this’ he whispered shyly.
‘Shhh!’ I put a finger to his lips, ‘ just relax and enjoy it’ and kneeling on the sheepskin rug I pulled him down beside me.
‘Kiss me again’ I murmured into his chest ‘Please just kiss me again’
He needed no further invitation and pushing me back onto the soft floor he resumed the pressure on my mouth with his own. I moaned softly as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking softly on the hollow of my throat before leaving tiny butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
Wriggling slightly I adjusted my position so that despite the height difference our bodies touched in as many places as was possible. I could feel the heat he was generating seep through my clothes and inflame my soul until unable to wait any longer I tugged his shirt open with feverish hands. Feeling him shiver beneath my fingers only served to increase my desire and replacing my hands on his chest with my tongue, I moved them to his belt.
In what seemed like seconds our clothes had vanished and I found myself arching my body towards him desperate for any contact, however small.
‘I want you so much,’ he sighed twisting one of my curls around his beautiful long fingers.
‘I want you too’ I breathed, then let out a whimper as his mouth began a spine tingling journey down my body.
‘Please Philippe!’ I begged burying my nails deep into the pile of the rug, ‘I can’t stand it any longer’
Slowly, teasingly he travelled back over my burning skin until we were once more facing each other, before gently parting my thighs.
Afterwards as I lay in his arms I was conscious of a change within me. Id always felt I was missing something, a small part of me that I could never quite locate but now I knew Id found it - the thing Id spent my whole life searching for was sleeping peacefully by my side.
‘I love you’ he murmured rousing slightly.
‘I love you too’ I replied stroking his wrinkled brow ‘and I think I always have’
Blue- Pepe, park, superglue
Sorry if I missed some SBAers - a bit hard to squeeze everyone + their ballers in
On one sunny morning in Madrid, I was rushing to go to El Parque del Retiro (Retiro Park) to help out in a charity football workshop organised by Iker. In a hurry, I shoved all the decoration supplies – pen, scissors, superglue, ribbons, balloon, etc - into a big bag.
“You’re going already? It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” Metze asked with a sleepy voice.
I leaned and kissed him – “Morning to you too… yeah, I want to finish the decorating the stage before the crowd gathers. How are you feeling today?”
“Hmph… not worse but not better either,” he sulked – and was looking very moody - he had grown his beard back since he got injured in the last international game.
I sat on the bed and stroked his thick beard, “Hey – you’ll get better soon, OK? The doctor said that your rehabilitation is going very well. And we could always go to Australia next year.”
He held my hand tightly and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
“Can’t you stay home today?” he whispered while giving butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Mmmhhhh… no... I’ve promised to help out and the girls will be there. Chris… please stop …
Why don’t you come with me? It’s a really nice day outside, and you usually love charity events.”
He looked at me and said, “And get reminded by the Spanish Team that I can’t play soccer for the next weeks?”
“Ayyy… enough with the sulking! And they won’t do that to you.” I got a bit annoyed – he’d been acting like this for the last weeks.
“You’re coming with me - maybe some fresh air will do you good. Come on!” I pulled his arm to get him to stand up.
“You’ll be late waiting for me to get ready. Weren’t you in a hurry?” he jeered.
I pushed him to the bathroom and said, “No excuse. I’ll help you in the shower if I need to.”
Then he smiled and I saw a glint of cheekiness in his eyes - I’d better call Iker to let him know that we’ll be late.
*
By the time we got to the park, the SBA girls were already buzzing to get the workshop underway.
Ali , Sergio, Steph, Bojan, Malin and Nando were helping Callie and Iker setting up the goal posts.
Minty, MG, Cesc and Lucy were dragging bags of soccer balls to the different sections of the park while telling Cesc that waxing his arms was not a good idea at all.
I could see Laura, Venice, MXA and Xabi inspecting Raul’s bag to check if he smuggled some cookies / yoghurt – good on them!
Raul was talking to Victor Valdez about getting called up by the Spanish team – it seemed that Vicente was impressed with their performance in the last season.
Gina , VB and Villa ran towards us.
VB said, “There you are!!! Quick give us the balloon… David – could you start with the red one, please?”
Gina looked at Metze – “And Metze – could you help Pavi, Lynx, Pau and Silva hanging the banner over there? And, here. You might get a bit thirsty.” She handed him a bottle of water.
“Ginnnaaaaaa…!” David Villa gave her a stern look then pointed one finger to his hip dips.
*
I was about to finish decorating the table on the stage when Pepe approached me.
“Hey – are you almost finished with that superglue?” he asked.
“Yeah – give me one second,” as I glued the last red and yellow ribbon on to the sides of the table.
“Aha – great! Thanks heaps!” he grinned and disappeared before I could ask him anything.
The workshop went really well, and we raised a huge sum for the local children’s hospital.
Metze also enjoyed himself until some little kids cried upon the sight of him with that thick beard.
Then he just walked backstage to sulk, and sat near the water cooler – this prompted Pavi, Lynx and Gina to offer him a glass of water.
*
The players were getting ready to walk onto the stage to sign autographs for the fans, when I heard a loud scream.
“AAAAARRGHHHH!!!! WHO DID THISSS?????” I was shocked to see Iker looking so flustered and frustrated.
I ran over to see what had happened, and Callie was trying to help Iker getting his gloves off.
“Ouch, ouch!!!! Callie that hurts! Who put glue in my gloves????”
Unconsciously, I looked at Victor, who couldn’t contain his glee.
But then I saw Pepe’s face looking a bit purple – he was trying hard to hold his laugh, he couldn’t and bursted out laughing.
At that stage, almost everyone was laughing out loud – except poor Iker.
“PEPE!!! Did you do this??? Wait until I get you, you hear me????”
Callie tried to console Iker and she remembered that she got a nail polish remover in her handbag.
She dragged Iker backstage and started working on removing the superglue with high precision, thanks to her lab-trained hands.
*
The event continued on by Pepe taking over the mic, introducing the whole Spanish team. Before it could drag on for too long, Raul grabbed the mic from Pepe.
Then he realised that the mic felt a bit sticky. And his hand was stuck. “What the???”
Pepe was surprised as well – he tried to remove the mic from his hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
The crowd was not aware of what was actually happening, all that they could see was Pepe and Raul fighting for the mic.
The crowd laughed and started heckling.
Pepe laughed and said, “Oh well – it seems that you’re stuck with me, Raul… how about a little kiss, huh??”
Raul’s face went pale as he tried to run away from Pepe’s embrace.
I glanced at Metze and he seemed unusually pleased.
“Chris – did you put glue on that mic?”
“Well – I was feeling a bit bored,” he grinned mischievously.
Beth- Cesc, a Zebra and a Masked ball.
Having agreed to keep Cesc company for the day, I was stuck with ideas for what to do with him. He had been stuck inside due to the rain for the last week and that had made him like a very grumpy child. With the weather finally clearing up I decided to take him down to the beach for some fresh air and so that he could get rid of some energy by riding the donkeys, which he had be badgering me to take him to do since we moved to the seaside 6 months ago.
On arrival at the beach I realised there was something wrong. Cesc however seemed very excited. There were no longer donkeys taking people for rides on the beach…they were now using zebras. How odd, I know I hadn’t been to the beach in a long time, but I didn’t think this much would have changed!! Giving Cesc all of the change in my purse I stood on the promenade and watched him run down and join the queue for the zebra’s, I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement written all over his face.
When his turn came he very carefully rode up and then back down the stretch of sand laid out for the zebra, and looked very pleased with himself as he was turning the zebra back round at the end of his ride. I was standing cheering from the side especially pleased that he hadn’t embarrassed himself. Oops maybe I had thought too soon! A small child had dropped their ice cream and started screaming just behind the zebra, which had spooked it. Cesc was in the process of dismounting when the zebra had charged off down the beach, in the opposite direction to any help. I thought he had managed to get his feet to the floor, but as I watched on in horror I realised that Cesc was clinging on for dear life because his arm hair had got caught in the saddle (note: really sorry about this I couldn’t resist!) therefore meaning he couldn’t separate himself from the zebra. I was powerless to help as the zebra took off down the beach, however, he was being chased down by a very concerned paramedic called Lucy who apparently had a very special talent for taking care of forearms especially hairy ones!
Lucy made good ground on the zebra and was able to guide it too a walk and then halt as she carefully untangled Cesc’s hair from the reins and front of the saddle. As I and the owner of the zebra joined Lucy, Cesc and the zebra (Sophie I think it was called), Lucy and Cesc were sitting on the beach with Lucy massaging Savlon into his sore arms.
After Cesc had been assessed for other injuries and was ready to go home he informed me that Lucy had invited him to a masked ball being held at her uncles house that evening. Not being allowed out past 10pm without a chaperone (he’s delicate that Cesc!) he said he had asked Lucy if I could accompany him and she had agreed. Great I thought, no evening in with the TV and internet for company. Now I would have to make an effort, find a dress and keep myself company all evening as Cesc would disappear off with Lucy no doubt.
Cesc, in his elated state, persuaded me to buy him an ice cream. As I was going to pay I realised with dismay that I was out of change. Whilst fumbling in my hand bag to find a note of some sort and praying that there was one in there, a smooth voice interrupted with an “allow me”. Bright red in the face I turned and start refusing his kind offer. The tall, dark and very handsome stranger insists and secretly feeling very relieved I accepted. Once outside the ice cream parlour I re-state my thanks and try to remove my self from the situation before it got even more excruciating.
On arrival at the country hall later that evening mask and purse in one hand, and Cesc’s tie and mask in the other one I couldn’t help but think how well Cesc scrubbed up when he wanted to make an effort. His arms were still a bit sore from earlier but on the whole he had recovered quite well from the ordeal. As he skipped up the path I had to remind him to put on his mask and almost tie him down to make him stand still long enough for me to tie his tie. Lucy was waiting for him as we arrived leaving me to head to the bar. Collapsing on a chair and ordering a large drink I noticed another figure a few stools down. Noticing the goalie gloves poking out of his suit jacket, and the fine hands that accompanied them which looked strangely familiar, my curiosity deepened. On hearing his drinks order I was left in no doubt that he was the gentleman from earlier. Deciding not to follow the protocol put in place for the evening I removed my mask and with a blushing face reminded the gentleman of his kind act earlier. With recognition dawning on his face, he removed his mask, grabbed my hand and dragged me out in to the garden. This evening was looking up already!
Gina- desert island, a map and Nando
Looking down at the map in my hands once again, I shook my head. This had to be wrong, it said that I should be coming up to a waterfall right about now, and there was no sign of water anywhere! Sighing as I sat down under the shade of a palm tree, I folded the map up and tucked it into the pocket of my shorts. The heat was sweltering already and it wasn’t even noon yet. I could feel the drops of sweat running down my back, cooling my burning skin for mere seconds before the hot air took over again. Lying back, I closed my eyes, dreaming of a place with cool water and an ice cold drink waiting for me at a makeshift bar.
I was woken up from my slumber later that day by a bucket of ice-cold water getting tipped over me. I shot up instantly, ready to shout at whoever had dared wake me up so cruelly, when I realised that the water was actually having the desired effect and cooling me down. I promptly closed my mouth again, looking up at the person who had woken me up. He was quite tall, blonde and had the most amazing smile in the world. All in all, he was quite a good-looking guy. He looked at me almost shyly; his face going bright red as he noticed my drenched shirt was now going see-through. I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest and smiled back at him.
“Sorry about that.” He said, nodding at my shirt. I shrugged and told him it didn’t matter.
“So, what exactly are you doing here?”
“I’m on my honeymoon. My wife Malin is around here somewhere, I got bored of sitting on the beach so I decided to take a walk.”
“You’re on your honeymoon? On a desert island in the middle of summer?”
“Yes, she wanted to come here, and who was I to refuse? I wish I’d thought to bring some stronger lotion though, this sunburn is not a good look for me.”
I looked him over, only now noticing that his skin was a rather unflattering shade of pink. I held back a laugh and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“You think you’re in a better state? Clearly, lobster is in this summer.”
I looked down at my own legs, which were the same shade of pink as him. Unfortunately, the back of my legs hadn’t seen the sun and were currently whiter than white. I groaned as I desperately tried to find a way to cover the odd sunburn, and he waved a hand at me dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it, my sunburn is probably worse. At least you’ll be able to sleep on your back. Anyway, I’d better be getting back now, I've been gone for ages and Malin will be getting worried.”
I nodded, and he’d only got a couple of steps away before I remembered the waterfall I was looking for and asked him about it. He walked back over as I pulled the map out and unfolded it, holding it out in front of me.
“So you see, it says here that the waterfall is just over a hill about 20 yards from here, but there isn’t a hill. I’m really confused. Do you think I should write to the people that made this map and tell them they have it wrong?”
He looked at the map for several seconds, a smirk on his face before he prised it out of my hands, turned it around and gave it back.
“It’s upside down. You were looking at it all wrong, no wonder you couldn’t find the waterfall!” I went bright red and smacked my open palm against my forehead, momentarily forgetting about my sunburn. He pointed at a spot on the map.
“We’re here, the waterfall you want to get to is all the way on the other side of the island. Good luck getting there.”
I thanked him, cursing my inability to read a map and thinking about how I was going to get the message to the other girls that I was going to be a little late for our girly holiday.
MXA- Egypt, an umbrella and Villa.
I can feel a trickle of sweat sliding down the back of my neck, I’m struggling to breath, my heart is racing and hang on, was that my lung giving up and bursting? When Xabi surprised me with a trip to Egypt I was over the moon, I imagined all the romantic things we could do together, this was not meant to happen. I was just going for a stroll and to look at the amazing scenery while Xabi went to the gym, OK, OK, I was looking for a shoe shop, but I never expected to end up in the middle of no where completely lost without my mobile phone or anything to drink. (Note to self: If you want a hip flask in your handbag don’t let anyone talk you out of it through risk of becoming an ‘alchi’). Oh god, I really am hot, I don’t know how I’m ever going to find my way out of this seemingly deserted place. I stop walking and take a second to catch my breath, I roll my shorts up a few more times to get some air on my legs and tie a knot in the back of my t-shirt to get it off my sweating body. I am soaked through with sweat, I must look a mess, all that time straightening my hair just for it to curl back up in the heat. My feet ache too, I remove my flip flops as they’ve started to blister my feet, I put them into my handbag and look around trying to work out which direction I should be heading. Wait! What’s that? I swear I can see something in the distance, and is that music I hear?
Finding a last bit of energy I start to run in the direction of the glimmer of colour and noise. As I’m running I’m convinced I can see something there, yes, finally, someone to help me!! I call out ‘Hello, is someone there?’. No reply, but I’m almost there now and I think I can make out a man under a giant pink and blue striped umbrella. Yes, there definitely is someone there, and he seems surrounded by stuff, there’s a cooler box and a stereo, I had heard music, I’m not going insane, hooray!!
I reach the man, he’s lying back in a deck chair wearing a pair of dark green shorts rolled up to reveal tanned thighs. He looks up at me, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on top of his head. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t he just takes a long swig of his bottled beer and points to the deck chair next to him. I don’t remember seeing two chairs before. My mouth is watering looking at the liquid in the glass bottle, I can see droplets of water running down the side and landing onto his lower tummy.
I can’t take the silence anymore, I need help and to get home. ‘Hi, is there anyway you can help me? I’m lost and I need to get home, I’ve been walking around for hours. Please, how can I get back into town?’ I’m speaking too fast and from the look on his face I start to wonder if he understands English. I’m infuriated when he just shrugs his shoulders at me, but then reaches into the cooler next to his chair and pulls out a bottle. He leans forward and offers the bottle to me “aqui”. It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice and I feel relaxed just by hearing his tone. I take the bottle and decide to sit next to him. Tasting the beer on my tongue is like heaven, I close my eyes and with the sound of Christina Agularia coming from the stereo I almost forget about the drama I have just been through. I’m brought back to reality when the man nudges my arm, I look over at him and see he is offering me something. Oh my god, is that a joint? As if I’m going to get stoned right now, I have issues to deal with you know!! Then again, it doesn’t look like this man knows how to get back to town and he seems pretty happy here. OK, maybe I’ll just have a few pulls I think as I take it out of his hand. Lighting it up I take a long drag and start to cough furiously, hm, think I’m remembering why I don’t smoke. I have a few more pulls and pass it back to him.
*Two hours later*
I don’t think I have ever laughed this much. I look up at the man and fall about laughing once more when I see the pink icing on his chin. He throws yet another empty bottle away from him into the pile a few yards away, I don’t remember drinking that much. I’m so thankful that the man had food stored away, I hadn’t even realised I was hungry. Oh wow, is that a bag of onion rings I spy. Seems we both have the same idea, as I launch forward to grab them he does the same, we both fall off our deck chairs and crash into one another. Laying side by side on the floor we once again fall into a fit of giggles. I roll onto my side and look into his big brown eyes, they seem from another world, there’s something in them that isn’t quite right, but could never be classed as wrong. He raises a hand and runs his fingers over my eyelids closing them, I keep them closed and feel his hand trace my face and end with him tucking stray hair behind my ear, I feel peaceful, like I’m floating or something…..
“Maxine!! Come on, baby, wake up!!” I can hear a voice from somewhere, where’s that coming from? I feel the faintest of kiss touch down on my lips. I know those lips, I must wake up, come on, open your eyes, you can do it. With what feels like a huge effort I slowly open my eyes, I can see a face looking down on me, it’s so full of concern. That face is Xabi’s. Where am I? What’s going on?
He grins down at me and helps me sit up. I look around, I’m in a dry land area, there’s no one around, but I can see a car parked a few feet away, it’s dark outside.
“What happened?” I ask. He looks at me and I can see the worry in his eyes, he takes hold of my hand before replying “You never came back, I was getting so worried, I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you. No one in town had seen you walk by and then I spotted you lying here in this empty field, I rushed over and you wouldn’t wake up, but you had a smile on your face, I’ve never seen you look so beautiful”. I look down at my dirty clothing and scratched up legs, I run a hand through my ragged hair and I realise I am never going to love someone as much as I love this man right now. I give him a long tender kiss and hug him tightly to my body breathing words into his ear. He helps me up and as I start to walk something falls to the ground. I stop to pick it up and run it over my fingers. In the palm of my hand is a little cocktail umbrella with pink and blue strips. Written in tiny letters are the words ‘I knew he’d find you’.
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Sunday, 20 July 2008
Monday, 14 July 2008
Mg's Scenario game Results. Part 7
Gina- Masked ball, a passport, Iker
Fumbling around in my handbag as the queue behind me got bigger and bigger, I almost felt like bursting into tears. I was sure I’d packed the damn thing, I’d even checked about fifty times before I’d left my house that morning to make sure I didn’t forget it. I wasn’t going to get far without a passport now, was I? Screaming in frustration as I tipped the entire contents of my bag onto the counter, I looked through the contents only to find that it wasn’t there. I went bright red and shoved the lot back into my bag carelessly, already feeling like I was going to cry and that was before I turned around to apologise to the people behind me for the hold up. An angry looking man dressed in a smart black suit pushed his way past me, muttering something under his breath and suddenly, I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t stop even when someone called out to me and tried to get my attention. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.
I was meant to be flying out to Madrid to help my boss organise a masked ball for the Real Madrid squad to celebrate their title win, and now I had a cat’s chance in hell of getting there on time. Making my way back out where it was less crowded, I tried to remember where I could have put that pesky passport. I knew I’d taken it with me, I remembered clutching it in my hand during the drive down to the airport before putting it in my back pocket. My back pocket! I reached into it, pulling out the passport and waving it around like a madwoman. I must have looked insane to anyone passing by at that precise moment, but I didn’t care. I was so happy to have found it; I was beyond caring what I looked like dancing around in the almost deserted terminal. Making my way back to the check in, I groaned as I realised I’d have to queue up all over again. At least I was still going to have a job at the end of this.
The flight was a relatively pleasant one, which was surprising considering the nightmare start I’d had to the day. By that evening, I really didn’t care what the consequences would be, I wanted to get drunk and have a good time. After all the hard work I’d put into organising this ball, I thought it was the least I deserved! Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a drink, looking around the crowded room. It seemed to be a hit with the players, and everyone had stuck to the dress code. I held back a laugh as I spotted Sergio Ramos in the corner wearing a mask that made him look remarkably like Zorro. He was talking to Pavi, so I thought I might as well go over and see what they were up to. Just as I’d got to my feet, I felt a little light headed and swayed to the right, barely managing to hold myself up. I cursed as I looked down at my heels. I hated wearing them because they made my usual clumsiness ten times worse. I looked even less graceful if that was possible. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, and I tried to turn around to see who had saved me from yet another embarrassment. When they were sure I could balance by myself, they loosened their grip on me, allowing me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of twinkling brown eyes, the slight cheeky glint telling me that this person wasn’t as innocent as they looked. Brilliant, neither was I. He leaned in towards me, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. Not that I’d have minded, even with the mask, he looked hot. As my luck would have it, the kiss that I was bracing myself for never came. Instead, he whispered ‘Safest hands in Spain. If you ever need someone to catch you again…’ Well, that was it for me. I wriggled out of his grasp completely, taking his hand in mine and leading him out to the cloakroom, all thoughts of going over to talk to Pavi and Sergio forgotten.
Steph- VV, a police station and a deck of cards.
After admiring Gianina Maradona’s hair, I decided that I would stop by the hair salon and get a new do. I was excited not only for my new hair cut, but also because I would get to sit down and chat with my friend Venice again and she always has interesting tales of watermelon and waterfalls. I walked there in anticipation of what exciting new story I would hear and when I got there I was greeted with a big smile.
Venice had opened the door and I walked in. We exchanged pleasantries and then I sat down in her salon chair. She asked what she could do for me and I explained what I wanted. She started cutting it when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a curious looking man sitting in a sleeping bag playing with a deck of cards. He looked like he had just escaped from the police station and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at Venice’s salon.
He looked up at me through those beautiful browns and I couldn’t help but admire how hot he was, especially for an escaped convict. I started to wonder what sort of crime he had committed that would get him locked up, other than for stealing my heart! I was totally smitten with this man.
I whispered to Venice, asking who this mystery man was and she told me that it was none other than Victor Valdes. I gasped in disbelief, surely Venice must have been mistaken, I mean, Victor was the Barca goalie, with a full head of hair, and I never remembered him wearing orange? That was Ikers’ thing.
Right then Cesc Fabregas walked in to get his arms and legs waxed. He spotted Victor immediately and gave him the evil eye like I have never seen before. Victor glanced back at him, they’re eyes locked on each other as if they were trying to stare each other to the death. It was strangely silent, Venice had even stopped cutting my hair and we all sat in the deafening silence until Victor spat two words in Cesc’s direction, “You Traitor!” he said with a harsh growl. Cesc then started slightly crying in that way that only he can. I had no idea what was going on, but I could only assume that VV was talking about Cesc deciding to leave Barca and heading for England. Apparently I was right because Cesc then muttered something about how he wanted to come back to Spain, but he had met a beautiful English woman who he loved very much. I thought that was very sweet and couldn’t help but break up the moody atmosphere and blurted out how cute that was. He looked at me, and finally stopped crying. He said that it was, but that he loved Spain as well and he wanted to come back, but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting his beloved Lucy, and that was why he was getting himself waxed, because he thought if he did that, she wouldn’t love him anymore, and she would break up with him and leave him and then, he would be free to return home.
Out of nowhere VV pushed Cesc and told him how dim he is and then posed a rather appropriate question, “Why don’t you just bring her here to Spain with you, instead of waxing yourself like a pansy?”
Cesc was fed up with being pushed around and being called names just because he loved Lucy and cried in a slightly girlish way. He shot back at Victor, “at least I got called to the SNT and am actually a good baller!”
Victor had had enough with the Iker comparisons and all the comments that he was not a good goalie. Cesc had pushed him over the edge and Victor attacked Cesc. Venice and I sat in disbelief while Victor was pounding on him for a few seconds when Lucy, Cesc’s beloved gal walked in and said, in a voice that could only come from a teacher, “Get off My darling Little Tapir, You monster!” VV shot up shocked. Lucy bent over and helped pick Cesc up off of the ground. She shot him a glare and said “You see what is going to happen if you’re gonna go around and get yourself waxed!”
Lucy- Raul, funfair, raspberry yoghurt
'What is it Mamen? You sound so worried!' I rolled my eyes at Cesc. He knew I'd be a while so got out of bed and started to get dressed. I was a little annoyed, we liked to lie in on Sunday mornings.
'He's hiding something from me.. I just know it. He keeps going to the fridge secretively, but when I check, there's no cookies, no baked goods, no nothing, just our usual healthy foods.'
'Do you want me to speak to him?' I asked, half sighing. Cesc kissed my forehead before leaving and I longingly watched him go. That was it, he had training to get to now, I wouldn't see him until the evening. Far too long. Damn you Mamen!
'Well actually, are you free today Luce? I could really do with calling in that favour you owe me.'
I did in fact owe Mamen big time. She managed to get rid of Cesc's previous girlfriend Carla by spreading rumours around the WAG circuit. She was too embarrassed to show her face again, mwahaha, well it's not my fault people actually believed she used to be a man.
'I'm always free for you Mamen,' I replied. 'What is it?'
'Raul is taking Jorge and Hugo to a funfair, the kids have been going on and on all week about it. Would you go with them? I have to stay here and look after the twins.'
I was going to ask why Raul couldn't take them by himself, but I actually love funfairs and Raul and Mamen's kids are such cuties, that I thought it sounded like a great day out!
'Of course!' I exclaimed.
***
It was a good thing I did go. Raul was rubbish at controlling 6 year old Hugo, a hyperactive child if ever I saw one! I didn't really think giving him candyfloss and sweets was a good idea, but Raul is such a softie that he couldn't say no to him. I spent most of the day either running after Hugo or holding his hand in a vice like grip so as to not lose him! However, I did notice something a little... odd about Raul. He had brought with him one of those cooler bags and claimed the kids' lunches were inside... but when we stopped to eat, they had hot dogs from a stand. I couldn't watch Raul all the time because of Hugo, but I could have sworn I saw him opening the bag and quickly scoffing something from within. Hmmm.
Jorge was desperate to go on the Big Wheel and had been all day. We said it'd be the last ride we go on before going home, so at 4 o'clock we queued up. Hugo pleaded with his dad to let him and Jorge have their own carriage and where I would have said no, Raul said yes. 6 years old Raul! What if something were to happen? But anyway, the kids took the first carriage and Raul and I got on the second. He was clutching the cooler bag tightly and I just had to ask.
'What the hell have you got in there Raul?'
'What? It's just cool drinks in case the kids get thirsty,' he said, in an attempt at sounding laid back.
'Oh, right,' I said. I waited a couple of seconds. 'You know, I'm kinda thirsty, can I have one?'
'Uhh... erm.. well, there's none left, sorry,' A bead of sweat formed at his brow. He may have even started shaking, but that might have just been the carriage beginning to lurch forward.
'Raul,' I looked at him sternly, and he knew he had to give it up. There was nowhere for him to hide. He held his face in his hands and let the bag slide to the floor. I quickly gathered it up and unzipped it. Inside were ten pots of raspberry yoghurt, eight of them empty, completely licked clean.
'What the...?' I couldn't comprehend it.
'I know! I know!' he moaned. 'I have a problem!'
'Yoghurt? Raul, what is this? I thought you loved the cookies!?'
'I do love the cookies!' he cried. 'David put me onto this new program, he said ice skating only works for the first week and now I need to work on Cookie Replacement - every time I want a cookie, I'm supposed to eat yoghurt. It's a healthier option and will work alongside my daily workout. David said, Lucy.'
I really didn't know what to say.
'I... I just don't know Raul... why couldn't you just tell Mamen about this? Why is it such a big secret?'
'She'd think I was less of a man! Don't you see? When we met, I was El Capitano! I was leading my country out at major tournaments! I was the name on the back of all the Spanish shirts! I was the original hottie! Now...' he sniffed as he opened another pot of yoghurt and licked the lid. 'Now, I'm just Raul... one of many hotties, the poor guy everyone is feeling sorry for. Torres and Villa are the names on the shirts... Iker is leading out my team... how long will Real want me as their captain when he is also playing?'
My heart did go out to him, I have to say.
'Raul, Mamen will always love you, you know that. Now give me that yoghurt...' I reached over and jerked it out of his hand with a little too much force. The yoghurt when flying over the side of the carriage and we watched as it landed on a man's head who was waiting below. Raul and the kids cracked up. I was horrified! I hoped he would have gone by the time the ride was over but as our carriage came down to the bottom and I hid as much as I could, the boys were pointing and laughing.
'Open your eyes!' Raul laughed. I gradually opened my eyes and felt utter relief to see a yoghurt covered Cesc standing with his arms folded and a stupid grin on his face.
Now what are the odds of that??
Gina- New York, raspberry yoghurt and Cesc
I was walking up and down the crowded shopping center, desperately searching for the shop I’d been in earlier. I’d found the nicest pair of shoes EVER and really wanted to buy them, but in typical fashion, I’d spent all the money I had and had left my card at home. After a quick chat with David, he reluctantly handed his card over and followed me in my search of the perfect shoes. He rolled his eyes as I turned around yet again, pacing back down the way we’d just come.
“Gina, I don’t suppose it’s too much to ask that you can make up your mind on which direction we’re walking in? I’m getting dizzy!”
I frowned at him, muttering something under my breath about how men and shopping didn’t go together and why the hell was he even still here if it was that boring. When he threatened to take his card back and leave, I smiled sweetly, apologised and gave him a quick kiss before turning on my heel and walking back up the street. That shop had to be around here somewhere!
I was just about ready to give up when I spotted Lucy and Cesc walking out of a shop that looked strangely familiar. I grabbed David’s hand and walked over, calling out Lucy’s name. I was surprised she heard me over the noise of the crowd, but she stopped and turned around, waving at us as we made our way over to them. I hugged her and was about to do the same with Cesc when I noticed he was covered in yoghurt.
“Cesc, what happened to you?”
Lucy went bright red as Cesc explained the whole story of their day at the funfair, the yoghurt getting thrown off the Big Wheel and landing on him. I held back a giggle as he looked down at his clothes, a pout on his face.
“They were brand new trainers! This is the first time I’ve worn them out and I have to buy some new ones now.”
“Er, I don’t mean to be rude, but shouldn’t you get changed as well? Yoghurt isn’t exactly pleasant smelling after a while.”
I frowned again, smacking David on the arm and shaking my head. Honestly, I needed to do something about his manners. Sometimes, he forgot he had any!
“Don’t listen to him, he’s sulking because I’ve been dragging him around the shops all day and the stupid security won’t let him come in the changing rooms. Something about preventing perverts. As if!”
“I don’t even like raspberry yoghurt! You could at least have thrown another flavour Lucy.”
“That was all Raul had, ok! And I’ve said I’m sorry.”
I looked round at them upon hearing raspberry yoghurt, eyeing Cesc and licking my lips. David noticed pretty quickly and took my hand, pulling me back.
“Don’t even think about licking him.”
“I wasn’t!”
“I know that look. If you so much as poke a finger in that yoghurt, I’m not letting you anywhere near the hip dips!”
I gasped in mock horror, my eyes wide.
“I will buy you some raspberry yoghurt and you can do with it what you please when we get home. Just don’t lick Cesc.”
I nodded, the ideas already forming in my head and stepped back, glancing over at the shop behind us.
“Go and buy your shoes, then we can go home. My feet are killing me! I don’t know how you girls do this all day.”
I smiled and headed into the shop with Lucy, leaving the two boys outside to swap tips on how to deal with girlfriends who have a shopping addiction. Pretty soon, we were back outside, complete with bags in our hands and matching smiles on our faces. We said our goodbyes, heading off in opposite directions as I thought about all the things I could do with raspberry yoghurt later.
Blue- New York, Fairy Floss and Silva
That autumn I had to travel to New York with the Spanish National Team as they are having a friendly game against the American team.
I had actually planned not to take this medical roster as my boy Metze had to go to Sydney – the German team organised a friendly game with the Socceroos.
And I was so excited when Metze told me that his boss had given permission for me to come along – it had been a while since I headed back to Sydney.
But MG - fellow SBAers and massage therapist in Madrid - was not feeling well and I could not refuse when she asked me to take her roster with the SNT.
*
Taking an indefinite break from shopping, I headed to Central Park that day.
The weather was quite warm, and there was some sort of festival happening.
There were lots of people, and I could hear salsa music in the distance.
I felt a bit lonely in the midst of these festivities, and decided to call Metze.
“Hello? Hello? Hey – are you there?” he said – I could hardly hear him – all I could hear was loud traditional German music.
“Chris – hi! Geez – that music is loud – where are you?”
“Hey – I was thinking about you – we’re in this German restaurant near the Harbour Bridge. Lowenbrau – I think. Where are you now?”
“ Ah – that one – just stay away from the drinking competition – their beer glasses are gigantic! I’m in Central Park – there’s a festival going on here.”
Then I heard a girl shouting in German – I only understood a bit of it, “Metze – get off the phone! Let’s go dancing – you promised!”
My brows furrowed – I could hear Metze saying, “Sorry but…”
But then the girl said, “Oh give me that phone – you have been staring at it all night!!” And the phone went silent. I almost screamed in fury – the NERVE on that girl!!!
But before I could hit re-dial, a man snatched my handbag and ran off with it.
In a panic, I tried to chase him but to no avail.
Then I saw another man running after the thief – when he finally caught up with the thief, he grabbed him by the head and head-butted him. What an unorthodox method of fighting, I thought. The thief fell to the ground, got up and ran away - leaving my handbag.
I ran to thank the man, when I realised that it was David Silva.
“Oh – thank you SO much David. I don’t know what would happen if he got away.”
“Don’t sweat it – glad I could help. And… WOW… that feels GREAT!”
I looked at him with a bit of a worry – David is a genuinely nice guy but he is also known for his aggressive outbursts if provoked.
“David, are you OK? Did you hit your head too hard there?”
Suddenly he felt embarrassed – “Oh – I’m OK – ermm … I was uummm…”
“You were happy to finally release your frustration?” I asked.
The coach had just forbidden David from taking a day off to see his girl – Pau – in Mexico. And I knew how disappointed he was.
He looked at me and smiled coyly – he looked so cute with those freckles.
“Don’t worry – I know how you’re feeling – I won’t tell anyone.”
Suddenly my phone rang, it was Metze - but I couldn’t answer it – I didn’t realise that my hand was shaking so hard.
David took my phone and answered it, “Hi – who is this?”
A bit shocked, Metze said, “It’s Chris – who ARE you???? Where’s Blue?”
“Relax – it’s Silva. She’s just here – a bit shaken up – someone tried to snatch her bag. Here …”
“Chris… Hello?“ And the phone went completely silent – I checked my battery and it was full.
Metze’s battery must have been out.
I was perplexed - after an incident like that, hearing Metze’s voice would really be reassuring.
David could see the disappointment on my face, and he dragged me to the nearest lemonade stall.
“Have a sit on the bench, drink this and wait for me here, OK?”
Before I could say anything, he disappeared into the crowd.
When he came back, I saw a huge grin on his face while he was carrying two large pink fairy floss.
“Here – we both could do with some sugar after all that excitement!”
We spent the whole afternoon in Central Park, enjoying the festivities – David also took me salsa dancing in the nearby club. I didn’t know that he was that good of a dancer.
*
They both went back to her hotel room, kissing passionately and desperately trying to undress each other.
She was surprised by his ripping abdominal muscles, which were hidden beneath his slight build.
He placed one hand underneath her dress and lifted her leg, holding her closer to him.
She moaned quietly as they shared another passionate kiss.
He laid her down gently on the bed, and took a piece of fairy floss from her bag and put it in his mouth, before kissing her again.
She could feel the sugary grain of the fairy floss melting on his tongue.
*
Metze woke up in a cold sweat and his heart raced really fast.
He reached to his phone and dialed his girlfriend’s number.
“Come on – answer it!!” He yelled in frustration.
That dream had really troubled him and he had to hear her voice no matter what.
Sleepily, I answered the phone – “Chris? What’s wrong – what time is it? Argh – it’s already 11am.”
I could feel my head thumping – Why? After the festival, I only had three tequilas and maybe two, three fairy flosses? Maybe it was too much sugar and it didn’t agree with tequilas.
Metze felt a slight relief after hearing my voice, but still concerned nonetheless, “Hey – sorry about last night – my battery was dead and I couldn’t get back to the hotel straight away without the team. You don’t need to worry about that girl – she’s nothing… she just kept asking me to dance but nothing happened. Where were you??? I tried to call you all night!!! I was worried sick!”
“Uh – I was in this underground salsa club with David – I was upset and had a couple of drinks – ugh – my head hurts.”
Metze lost his patience and quipped, “You didn’t … did you???”
I ran my fingers on my dress –I was fully clothed – “No, Chris – are you mad??? You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Really? So you really didn’t... because I had this nightmare last night.”
“Chris – for the last time – NO – I did not have sex with David – What? Were you dreaming about David and I…” I was really concerned now.
“Yes – that’s why I had to hear your voice. I… I… I was so worried and I miss you.”
And I heard a long relieved sigh.
“You silly boy – I miss you too… just go back to sleep – it must be past midnight over there. I’ll talk to you later, OK?”
“Yeah – I’ll talk to you tomorrow – get something for your headache. Love you.”
“Love you, “and I switched off the phone.
I glanced across my bed and found David – fully clothed – snoring softly.
We really didn’t do anything – he just carried me back and maybe he was too drunk to get back to his room – but what would Metze says if he sees this????
I curse those tequilas and fairy floss!!!!
VillaBaby- Villa, farm and raspberry yoghurt.
“Great, just great! First thing I’ll do tomorrow is quiting this stupid job!”
I was talking as if someone had been there to listen to me. Going on the farm in the middle of nowhere just to offer a new kind of food for cattle wasn’t actually a perfect way to spend my summer break. But, what could I do? I needed money for a vacation and that was the only job I managed to apply for in a short notice. And there was me, stuck on the unknown road in the car going so slow that I would run faster. According to the map, I should be close, but there was no civilisation nearby.
“Could it get any better?” I thought in irony. “Now I’ve obviously missed some turn and have to go back!”
But before I went back I saw a sign saying “Maravilla Farm” and showing a direction.
“Oh, finally, thank God!”
I made a left turn and after a few minutes I was there. I went out from the car and stood in front of a gate, painted red and yellow. But unfortunately, it seemed like noone was there. Right when I wanted to leave, I saw a man approaching to me and waving.
“Hola bella, come in, porfavor!”
After I came in I noticed there was no trace of a farm I was expecting to find. There was a great house, a villa, actually with a big yard, two swimming pools, a jacuzzi, football field… It was a farm of pleasure. And it was just a beginning. Some of the Spanish ballers were walking around, having fun, enjoying… I had to pinch myself to be sure I’m not dreaming. Yes, it was real! The Ramos, Iker, Silva, Cesc, TOH and the rest were there.
“Who ownes this peace of heaven?” I was wondering while the guy who led me in was escorting me to one of the rooms to freshen up and then come down to join them. Right after he shut the door, I remembered:”It was Pepe Reina.” I took a shower, wrapped a towel around my body and than took a laptop from my bag. I had to inform my dear Kickettes about this place. I wrote them directions on SBA and told them to come a.s.a.p. After that I heard knocking on the door. I thought it was Pepe bringing me clean clothes so I told him to come in.
“I hope I don’t disturb you”, the man said and I noticed it wasn’t Pepe’s voice.
When I looked over my shoulder I think my jaw dropped on the floor. It was him! King of the Sex Face himself. David Villa!
“I thought you would enjoy this”, he said while placing a bowl and two spoons he was carrying on the table. “And allow me to introduce myself. I’m David Villa, the Span…”
“Oh, there’s no need to tell anything more. I’m afraid I know too much about you already. You would be surprised!”
While smiling, he grabbed something from the bowl and gave me to try. Mmmmm, so delicious creamy taste. It could be only one thing.
“Raspberry yoghurt, my favourite”, I said and he just nodded and had a bite himself.
While enjoying the sweet raspberry yoghurt, we were talking and laughing. And then I felt something replacing a cold touch of spoon. Those were his lips, warm and sweet, while placing a kiss on mine. I didn’t have a second thought for a moment. Since I was wearing a towel only, it wasn’t hard for him to undress me. Still fresh, with a few drops of prefume on my body, he layed me on a bed. His lips were all over me and I felt his body on mine moving gently in the rythme of passion. I wanted that night to last forever.
Next morning, when I woke up I realised I was alone in a bed but still with that sweet raspberry yoghurt taste on my lips. And then I heard a noise outside. I moved a curtain and was so happy to see my Kickettes going out of the bus, tempting to find out what’s behind the gate.
“This is going to be very nice weekend”, I thought aloud.
“I agree”, David said while coming closer to the window and placing a kiss on my cheekbone.
Janis- Bowling alley, belt, The Ramos
The funny story about myself and Sergio is we never looked twice at each other when we first met. Sure we were introduced to each other by our mutual friends, and practically a couple of my two best ladies Lucy and Laura, but we didn’t hit it off at first. I personally didn’t think he was extraordinary looking as most people had thought, and he first met me when I was looking more like a boy.
So Laura and I went on one of our delightful shopping escapades at the local mall. Of course, I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like I always do, and since Laura doesn’t judge how I look, I decided not to bring a purse with me and wear a simple jeans and t-shirt compilation with a trucker hat on my head. Laura wore a pair of pretty white jeans with a nice girly top. Lucy was turning a corner and after bumping into us, she formally introduced Sergio to me. Just to be nice, I waved a simple hello and tried to keep my mouth shut in the conversation amongst the group. I am regularly an extroverted person, but I didn’t find that I had anything interesting to say with Sergio around.
Somehow all four of us wound up shopping together when suddenly Laura had her monthly visitor and needed an emergency washroom break. Since I didn’t have any purse whatsoever with me, I felt fairly useless. That left Lucy running in with Laura to the nearest washroom leaving me alone in awkward silence with Sergio waiting outside.
After what seemed like forever, we hear Lucy calling after us, “I think we’ll need to buy Laura an extra pair of trousers!”
Sergio let out a laugh and said, “Why not just use Janis’ pants instead? Maybe it will make her feel useful since she’s sitting out here looking like one of my teammates.”
In that moment, I took offence and glared at him, “Yeah?! Well...you’re not that great looking either! And you’re the boy! I don’t get what the hype is about you anyway, it’s just swooning ramble to me.”
There was a pin drop silence following my quick apology, “I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—“
“No no, it’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay. I don’t even know you and that was very rude of me, just let me explain—“
“Really it’s okay. Thank you.”
“I just felt like—wait what?!”
“I said thank you. Everywhere I go I hear people swooning over my looks and physical features. If it’s not in person, it’s in the tabloids. When I was a young kid, I was the nerd with braces who got frequent nosebleeds. I don’t see what anyone else sees, so I just wanted to say thank you for being normal around me without focusing in on my profession and taking that into account as if I’m bigheaded.”
“Urm...you’re welcome? And you’re right, I am dressed like a boy but that’s just how I dress sometimes on my lazy days off of work. You can ask Lucy and Laura, I am a very good dresser! I even helped pick Laura’s pants out...although now we know how that turned out.”
Sergio smiled, and suddenly we hear Laura call after us, “Lucy’s right! I can’t leave the washroom and into the mall like this, I need a new pair of trousers!”
Without thinking once more I yelled, “Why not use Sergio’s? We just awkwardly bonded and it will make him feel better to put him to good use.”
Sergio then said, “It would probably put me to good use, because it’s not like we can find a quick pair for her in her size with both of us searching around. Besides, we’re both boyish looking.”
“Urr I was only kidding...you’re not actually going to remove your pants?! HERE?! Don’t make me tease your looks again to try and talk you out of this.”
Sergio didn’t flinch.
“Oh my goodness you’re NOT joking. Well, if she’s going to wear YOUR pants, she might as well wear MY belt to keep them up so I won’t feel useless.”
A moment later Laura came out with Sergio’s pants and my belt around her waist holding them up.
Lucy replied, “I don’t know which is funnier. Laura wearing pieces of both of your clothing or Sergio in his boxer briefs in the middle of the mall.”
I then put my input, “How are we supposed to avoid paparazzi if you’re in your boxer briefs?”
Sergio than replied, “Easy! There’s a bowling alley in the mall just down there. It’s cosmic bowling today so we’ll be in the dark and no one can see us.”
I made a face and replied, “That isn’t a bad idea, but how you keep track of cosmic bowling days is beyond me. Though if we do go, we’ll have to get rid of Laura’s old pants since they’ll have a weird glow.”
“OH SHUT UP!!”
Lucy- VV, chocolate fudge brownies and the police station
Late May 2008
Iker answered the front door and was surprised to see no one there. Frowning, he was about to go back inside when he caught sight of a parcel on the doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper with his name and address clearly printed on the front. He leaned outside and checked the street, but must have missed the delivery man. Of course, he was sent things all the time; fan mail, sponsorship merchandise, care packages from his mama, but this one just had mystery written all over it. Iker couldn't resist.
He took it into the kitchen and ripped the parcel open. It was a white, lidded box and inside were five sizeable and delicious looking chocolate fudge brownies. Iker hadn't had breakfast yet and his tummy rumbled... but he couldn't break the routine - 100 sit ups before breakfast every morning. Iker reluctantly closed the box and went to do his exercises.
Ten minutes and 200 sit ups later (he added an extra 100 to punish himself for even thinking about eating a brownie - he didn't want to go down the same road as Raul) Iker returned to the kitchen, shirtless, for his Weetabix. He was shocked to see his girlfriend Callie bent over double clutching at her stomach, chocolate smeared over her face and one of the brownies squashed on the floor.
'Callie! My love!' he cried and rushed to her. 'What's wrong?!'
'Iker! The.... brownies...' Callie moaned. 'There's something... wrong with them!'
With the Euros only a week away, Iker knew exactly who was behind this little stunt…
***
313 miles away in Barcelona, a sexy looking man paced his living room, waiting for that all important call from Aragones. Surely his time has come... he was sure he'd learnt some cooking skills whilst having 'lessons' from that English girl... enough to put Iker out of action for the next few weeks at least! Whilst he was rubbing his hands together in glee, there was an abrupt knock at his door. Already on his feet, it didn't take him long to get there and was thrown offguard to see two police officers looking sternly at him.
'Mr Valdes?' one asked.
'Yes?' he replied.
'Victor Valdes?'
'Yes, what's wrong?'
'You need to come down the station with us.'
Fumbling around in my handbag as the queue behind me got bigger and bigger, I almost felt like bursting into tears. I was sure I’d packed the damn thing, I’d even checked about fifty times before I’d left my house that morning to make sure I didn’t forget it. I wasn’t going to get far without a passport now, was I? Screaming in frustration as I tipped the entire contents of my bag onto the counter, I looked through the contents only to find that it wasn’t there. I went bright red and shoved the lot back into my bag carelessly, already feeling like I was going to cry and that was before I turned around to apologise to the people behind me for the hold up. An angry looking man dressed in a smart black suit pushed his way past me, muttering something under his breath and suddenly, I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks. I didn’t stop even when someone called out to me and tried to get my attention. I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment.
I was meant to be flying out to Madrid to help my boss organise a masked ball for the Real Madrid squad to celebrate their title win, and now I had a cat’s chance in hell of getting there on time. Making my way back out where it was less crowded, I tried to remember where I could have put that pesky passport. I knew I’d taken it with me, I remembered clutching it in my hand during the drive down to the airport before putting it in my back pocket. My back pocket! I reached into it, pulling out the passport and waving it around like a madwoman. I must have looked insane to anyone passing by at that precise moment, but I didn’t care. I was so happy to have found it; I was beyond caring what I looked like dancing around in the almost deserted terminal. Making my way back to the check in, I groaned as I realised I’d have to queue up all over again. At least I was still going to have a job at the end of this.
The flight was a relatively pleasant one, which was surprising considering the nightmare start I’d had to the day. By that evening, I really didn’t care what the consequences would be, I wanted to get drunk and have a good time. After all the hard work I’d put into organising this ball, I thought it was the least I deserved! Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a drink, looking around the crowded room. It seemed to be a hit with the players, and everyone had stuck to the dress code. I held back a laugh as I spotted Sergio Ramos in the corner wearing a mask that made him look remarkably like Zorro. He was talking to Pavi, so I thought I might as well go over and see what they were up to. Just as I’d got to my feet, I felt a little light headed and swayed to the right, barely managing to hold myself up. I cursed as I looked down at my heels. I hated wearing them because they made my usual clumsiness ten times worse. I looked even less graceful if that was possible. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me up, and I tried to turn around to see who had saved me from yet another embarrassment. When they were sure I could balance by myself, they loosened their grip on me, allowing me to turn around. I found myself looking into a pair of twinkling brown eyes, the slight cheeky glint telling me that this person wasn’t as innocent as they looked. Brilliant, neither was I. He leaned in towards me, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. Not that I’d have minded, even with the mask, he looked hot. As my luck would have it, the kiss that I was bracing myself for never came. Instead, he whispered ‘Safest hands in Spain. If you ever need someone to catch you again…’ Well, that was it for me. I wriggled out of his grasp completely, taking his hand in mine and leading him out to the cloakroom, all thoughts of going over to talk to Pavi and Sergio forgotten.
Steph- VV, a police station and a deck of cards.
After admiring Gianina Maradona’s hair, I decided that I would stop by the hair salon and get a new do. I was excited not only for my new hair cut, but also because I would get to sit down and chat with my friend Venice again and she always has interesting tales of watermelon and waterfalls. I walked there in anticipation of what exciting new story I would hear and when I got there I was greeted with a big smile.
Venice had opened the door and I walked in. We exchanged pleasantries and then I sat down in her salon chair. She asked what she could do for me and I explained what I wanted. She started cutting it when out of the corner of my eye I spotted a curious looking man sitting in a sleeping bag playing with a deck of cards. He looked like he had just escaped from the police station and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at Venice’s salon.
He looked up at me through those beautiful browns and I couldn’t help but admire how hot he was, especially for an escaped convict. I started to wonder what sort of crime he had committed that would get him locked up, other than for stealing my heart! I was totally smitten with this man.
I whispered to Venice, asking who this mystery man was and she told me that it was none other than Victor Valdes. I gasped in disbelief, surely Venice must have been mistaken, I mean, Victor was the Barca goalie, with a full head of hair, and I never remembered him wearing orange? That was Ikers’ thing.
Right then Cesc Fabregas walked in to get his arms and legs waxed. He spotted Victor immediately and gave him the evil eye like I have never seen before. Victor glanced back at him, they’re eyes locked on each other as if they were trying to stare each other to the death. It was strangely silent, Venice had even stopped cutting my hair and we all sat in the deafening silence until Victor spat two words in Cesc’s direction, “You Traitor!” he said with a harsh growl. Cesc then started slightly crying in that way that only he can. I had no idea what was going on, but I could only assume that VV was talking about Cesc deciding to leave Barca and heading for England. Apparently I was right because Cesc then muttered something about how he wanted to come back to Spain, but he had met a beautiful English woman who he loved very much. I thought that was very sweet and couldn’t help but break up the moody atmosphere and blurted out how cute that was. He looked at me, and finally stopped crying. He said that it was, but that he loved Spain as well and he wanted to come back, but he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting his beloved Lucy, and that was why he was getting himself waxed, because he thought if he did that, she wouldn’t love him anymore, and she would break up with him and leave him and then, he would be free to return home.
Out of nowhere VV pushed Cesc and told him how dim he is and then posed a rather appropriate question, “Why don’t you just bring her here to Spain with you, instead of waxing yourself like a pansy?”
Cesc was fed up with being pushed around and being called names just because he loved Lucy and cried in a slightly girlish way. He shot back at Victor, “at least I got called to the SNT and am actually a good baller!”
Victor had had enough with the Iker comparisons and all the comments that he was not a good goalie. Cesc had pushed him over the edge and Victor attacked Cesc. Venice and I sat in disbelief while Victor was pounding on him for a few seconds when Lucy, Cesc’s beloved gal walked in and said, in a voice that could only come from a teacher, “Get off My darling Little Tapir, You monster!” VV shot up shocked. Lucy bent over and helped pick Cesc up off of the ground. She shot him a glare and said “You see what is going to happen if you’re gonna go around and get yourself waxed!”
Lucy- Raul, funfair, raspberry yoghurt
'What is it Mamen? You sound so worried!' I rolled my eyes at Cesc. He knew I'd be a while so got out of bed and started to get dressed. I was a little annoyed, we liked to lie in on Sunday mornings.
'He's hiding something from me.. I just know it. He keeps going to the fridge secretively, but when I check, there's no cookies, no baked goods, no nothing, just our usual healthy foods.'
'Do you want me to speak to him?' I asked, half sighing. Cesc kissed my forehead before leaving and I longingly watched him go. That was it, he had training to get to now, I wouldn't see him until the evening. Far too long. Damn you Mamen!
'Well actually, are you free today Luce? I could really do with calling in that favour you owe me.'
I did in fact owe Mamen big time. She managed to get rid of Cesc's previous girlfriend Carla by spreading rumours around the WAG circuit. She was too embarrassed to show her face again, mwahaha, well it's not my fault people actually believed she used to be a man.
'I'm always free for you Mamen,' I replied. 'What is it?'
'Raul is taking Jorge and Hugo to a funfair, the kids have been going on and on all week about it. Would you go with them? I have to stay here and look after the twins.'
I was going to ask why Raul couldn't take them by himself, but I actually love funfairs and Raul and Mamen's kids are such cuties, that I thought it sounded like a great day out!
'Of course!' I exclaimed.
***
It was a good thing I did go. Raul was rubbish at controlling 6 year old Hugo, a hyperactive child if ever I saw one! I didn't really think giving him candyfloss and sweets was a good idea, but Raul is such a softie that he couldn't say no to him. I spent most of the day either running after Hugo or holding his hand in a vice like grip so as to not lose him! However, I did notice something a little... odd about Raul. He had brought with him one of those cooler bags and claimed the kids' lunches were inside... but when we stopped to eat, they had hot dogs from a stand. I couldn't watch Raul all the time because of Hugo, but I could have sworn I saw him opening the bag and quickly scoffing something from within. Hmmm.
Jorge was desperate to go on the Big Wheel and had been all day. We said it'd be the last ride we go on before going home, so at 4 o'clock we queued up. Hugo pleaded with his dad to let him and Jorge have their own carriage and where I would have said no, Raul said yes. 6 years old Raul! What if something were to happen? But anyway, the kids took the first carriage and Raul and I got on the second. He was clutching the cooler bag tightly and I just had to ask.
'What the hell have you got in there Raul?'
'What? It's just cool drinks in case the kids get thirsty,' he said, in an attempt at sounding laid back.
'Oh, right,' I said. I waited a couple of seconds. 'You know, I'm kinda thirsty, can I have one?'
'Uhh... erm.. well, there's none left, sorry,' A bead of sweat formed at his brow. He may have even started shaking, but that might have just been the carriage beginning to lurch forward.
'Raul,' I looked at him sternly, and he knew he had to give it up. There was nowhere for him to hide. He held his face in his hands and let the bag slide to the floor. I quickly gathered it up and unzipped it. Inside were ten pots of raspberry yoghurt, eight of them empty, completely licked clean.
'What the...?' I couldn't comprehend it.
'I know! I know!' he moaned. 'I have a problem!'
'Yoghurt? Raul, what is this? I thought you loved the cookies!?'
'I do love the cookies!' he cried. 'David put me onto this new program, he said ice skating only works for the first week and now I need to work on Cookie Replacement - every time I want a cookie, I'm supposed to eat yoghurt. It's a healthier option and will work alongside my daily workout. David said, Lucy.'
I really didn't know what to say.
'I... I just don't know Raul... why couldn't you just tell Mamen about this? Why is it such a big secret?'
'She'd think I was less of a man! Don't you see? When we met, I was El Capitano! I was leading my country out at major tournaments! I was the name on the back of all the Spanish shirts! I was the original hottie! Now...' he sniffed as he opened another pot of yoghurt and licked the lid. 'Now, I'm just Raul... one of many hotties, the poor guy everyone is feeling sorry for. Torres and Villa are the names on the shirts... Iker is leading out my team... how long will Real want me as their captain when he is also playing?'
My heart did go out to him, I have to say.
'Raul, Mamen will always love you, you know that. Now give me that yoghurt...' I reached over and jerked it out of his hand with a little too much force. The yoghurt when flying over the side of the carriage and we watched as it landed on a man's head who was waiting below. Raul and the kids cracked up. I was horrified! I hoped he would have gone by the time the ride was over but as our carriage came down to the bottom and I hid as much as I could, the boys were pointing and laughing.
'Open your eyes!' Raul laughed. I gradually opened my eyes and felt utter relief to see a yoghurt covered Cesc standing with his arms folded and a stupid grin on his face.
Now what are the odds of that??
Gina- New York, raspberry yoghurt and Cesc
I was walking up and down the crowded shopping center, desperately searching for the shop I’d been in earlier. I’d found the nicest pair of shoes EVER and really wanted to buy them, but in typical fashion, I’d spent all the money I had and had left my card at home. After a quick chat with David, he reluctantly handed his card over and followed me in my search of the perfect shoes. He rolled his eyes as I turned around yet again, pacing back down the way we’d just come.
“Gina, I don’t suppose it’s too much to ask that you can make up your mind on which direction we’re walking in? I’m getting dizzy!”
I frowned at him, muttering something under my breath about how men and shopping didn’t go together and why the hell was he even still here if it was that boring. When he threatened to take his card back and leave, I smiled sweetly, apologised and gave him a quick kiss before turning on my heel and walking back up the street. That shop had to be around here somewhere!
I was just about ready to give up when I spotted Lucy and Cesc walking out of a shop that looked strangely familiar. I grabbed David’s hand and walked over, calling out Lucy’s name. I was surprised she heard me over the noise of the crowd, but she stopped and turned around, waving at us as we made our way over to them. I hugged her and was about to do the same with Cesc when I noticed he was covered in yoghurt.
“Cesc, what happened to you?”
Lucy went bright red as Cesc explained the whole story of their day at the funfair, the yoghurt getting thrown off the Big Wheel and landing on him. I held back a giggle as he looked down at his clothes, a pout on his face.
“They were brand new trainers! This is the first time I’ve worn them out and I have to buy some new ones now.”
“Er, I don’t mean to be rude, but shouldn’t you get changed as well? Yoghurt isn’t exactly pleasant smelling after a while.”
I frowned again, smacking David on the arm and shaking my head. Honestly, I needed to do something about his manners. Sometimes, he forgot he had any!
“Don’t listen to him, he’s sulking because I’ve been dragging him around the shops all day and the stupid security won’t let him come in the changing rooms. Something about preventing perverts. As if!”
“I don’t even like raspberry yoghurt! You could at least have thrown another flavour Lucy.”
“That was all Raul had, ok! And I’ve said I’m sorry.”
I looked round at them upon hearing raspberry yoghurt, eyeing Cesc and licking my lips. David noticed pretty quickly and took my hand, pulling me back.
“Don’t even think about licking him.”
“I wasn’t!”
“I know that look. If you so much as poke a finger in that yoghurt, I’m not letting you anywhere near the hip dips!”
I gasped in mock horror, my eyes wide.
“I will buy you some raspberry yoghurt and you can do with it what you please when we get home. Just don’t lick Cesc.”
I nodded, the ideas already forming in my head and stepped back, glancing over at the shop behind us.
“Go and buy your shoes, then we can go home. My feet are killing me! I don’t know how you girls do this all day.”
I smiled and headed into the shop with Lucy, leaving the two boys outside to swap tips on how to deal with girlfriends who have a shopping addiction. Pretty soon, we were back outside, complete with bags in our hands and matching smiles on our faces. We said our goodbyes, heading off in opposite directions as I thought about all the things I could do with raspberry yoghurt later.
Blue- New York, Fairy Floss and Silva
That autumn I had to travel to New York with the Spanish National Team as they are having a friendly game against the American team.
I had actually planned not to take this medical roster as my boy Metze had to go to Sydney – the German team organised a friendly game with the Socceroos.
And I was so excited when Metze told me that his boss had given permission for me to come along – it had been a while since I headed back to Sydney.
But MG - fellow SBAers and massage therapist in Madrid - was not feeling well and I could not refuse when she asked me to take her roster with the SNT.
*
Taking an indefinite break from shopping, I headed to Central Park that day.
The weather was quite warm, and there was some sort of festival happening.
There were lots of people, and I could hear salsa music in the distance.
I felt a bit lonely in the midst of these festivities, and decided to call Metze.
“Hello? Hello? Hey – are you there?” he said – I could hardly hear him – all I could hear was loud traditional German music.
“Chris – hi! Geez – that music is loud – where are you?”
“Hey – I was thinking about you – we’re in this German restaurant near the Harbour Bridge. Lowenbrau – I think. Where are you now?”
“ Ah – that one – just stay away from the drinking competition – their beer glasses are gigantic! I’m in Central Park – there’s a festival going on here.”
Then I heard a girl shouting in German – I only understood a bit of it, “Metze – get off the phone! Let’s go dancing – you promised!”
My brows furrowed – I could hear Metze saying, “Sorry but…”
But then the girl said, “Oh give me that phone – you have been staring at it all night!!” And the phone went silent. I almost screamed in fury – the NERVE on that girl!!!
But before I could hit re-dial, a man snatched my handbag and ran off with it.
In a panic, I tried to chase him but to no avail.
Then I saw another man running after the thief – when he finally caught up with the thief, he grabbed him by the head and head-butted him. What an unorthodox method of fighting, I thought. The thief fell to the ground, got up and ran away - leaving my handbag.
I ran to thank the man, when I realised that it was David Silva.
“Oh – thank you SO much David. I don’t know what would happen if he got away.”
“Don’t sweat it – glad I could help. And… WOW… that feels GREAT!”
I looked at him with a bit of a worry – David is a genuinely nice guy but he is also known for his aggressive outbursts if provoked.
“David, are you OK? Did you hit your head too hard there?”
Suddenly he felt embarrassed – “Oh – I’m OK – ermm … I was uummm…”
“You were happy to finally release your frustration?” I asked.
The coach had just forbidden David from taking a day off to see his girl – Pau – in Mexico. And I knew how disappointed he was.
He looked at me and smiled coyly – he looked so cute with those freckles.
“Don’t worry – I know how you’re feeling – I won’t tell anyone.”
Suddenly my phone rang, it was Metze - but I couldn’t answer it – I didn’t realise that my hand was shaking so hard.
David took my phone and answered it, “Hi – who is this?”
A bit shocked, Metze said, “It’s Chris – who ARE you???? Where’s Blue?”
“Relax – it’s Silva. She’s just here – a bit shaken up – someone tried to snatch her bag. Here …”
“Chris… Hello?“ And the phone went completely silent – I checked my battery and it was full.
Metze’s battery must have been out.
I was perplexed - after an incident like that, hearing Metze’s voice would really be reassuring.
David could see the disappointment on my face, and he dragged me to the nearest lemonade stall.
“Have a sit on the bench, drink this and wait for me here, OK?”
Before I could say anything, he disappeared into the crowd.
When he came back, I saw a huge grin on his face while he was carrying two large pink fairy floss.
“Here – we both could do with some sugar after all that excitement!”
We spent the whole afternoon in Central Park, enjoying the festivities – David also took me salsa dancing in the nearby club. I didn’t know that he was that good of a dancer.
*
They both went back to her hotel room, kissing passionately and desperately trying to undress each other.
She was surprised by his ripping abdominal muscles, which were hidden beneath his slight build.
He placed one hand underneath her dress and lifted her leg, holding her closer to him.
She moaned quietly as they shared another passionate kiss.
He laid her down gently on the bed, and took a piece of fairy floss from her bag and put it in his mouth, before kissing her again.
She could feel the sugary grain of the fairy floss melting on his tongue.
*
Metze woke up in a cold sweat and his heart raced really fast.
He reached to his phone and dialed his girlfriend’s number.
“Come on – answer it!!” He yelled in frustration.
That dream had really troubled him and he had to hear her voice no matter what.
Sleepily, I answered the phone – “Chris? What’s wrong – what time is it? Argh – it’s already 11am.”
I could feel my head thumping – Why? After the festival, I only had three tequilas and maybe two, three fairy flosses? Maybe it was too much sugar and it didn’t agree with tequilas.
Metze felt a slight relief after hearing my voice, but still concerned nonetheless, “Hey – sorry about last night – my battery was dead and I couldn’t get back to the hotel straight away without the team. You don’t need to worry about that girl – she’s nothing… she just kept asking me to dance but nothing happened. Where were you??? I tried to call you all night!!! I was worried sick!”
“Uh – I was in this underground salsa club with David – I was upset and had a couple of drinks – ugh – my head hurts.”
Metze lost his patience and quipped, “You didn’t … did you???”
I ran my fingers on my dress –I was fully clothed – “No, Chris – are you mad??? You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Really? So you really didn’t... because I had this nightmare last night.”
“Chris – for the last time – NO – I did not have sex with David – What? Were you dreaming about David and I…” I was really concerned now.
“Yes – that’s why I had to hear your voice. I… I… I was so worried and I miss you.”
And I heard a long relieved sigh.
“You silly boy – I miss you too… just go back to sleep – it must be past midnight over there. I’ll talk to you later, OK?”
“Yeah – I’ll talk to you tomorrow – get something for your headache. Love you.”
“Love you, “and I switched off the phone.
I glanced across my bed and found David – fully clothed – snoring softly.
We really didn’t do anything – he just carried me back and maybe he was too drunk to get back to his room – but what would Metze says if he sees this????
I curse those tequilas and fairy floss!!!!
VillaBaby- Villa, farm and raspberry yoghurt.
“Great, just great! First thing I’ll do tomorrow is quiting this stupid job!”
I was talking as if someone had been there to listen to me. Going on the farm in the middle of nowhere just to offer a new kind of food for cattle wasn’t actually a perfect way to spend my summer break. But, what could I do? I needed money for a vacation and that was the only job I managed to apply for in a short notice. And there was me, stuck on the unknown road in the car going so slow that I would run faster. According to the map, I should be close, but there was no civilisation nearby.
“Could it get any better?” I thought in irony. “Now I’ve obviously missed some turn and have to go back!”
But before I went back I saw a sign saying “Maravilla Farm” and showing a direction.
“Oh, finally, thank God!”
I made a left turn and after a few minutes I was there. I went out from the car and stood in front of a gate, painted red and yellow. But unfortunately, it seemed like noone was there. Right when I wanted to leave, I saw a man approaching to me and waving.
“Hola bella, come in, porfavor!”
After I came in I noticed there was no trace of a farm I was expecting to find. There was a great house, a villa, actually with a big yard, two swimming pools, a jacuzzi, football field… It was a farm of pleasure. And it was just a beginning. Some of the Spanish ballers were walking around, having fun, enjoying… I had to pinch myself to be sure I’m not dreaming. Yes, it was real! The Ramos, Iker, Silva, Cesc, TOH and the rest were there.
“Who ownes this peace of heaven?” I was wondering while the guy who led me in was escorting me to one of the rooms to freshen up and then come down to join them. Right after he shut the door, I remembered:”It was Pepe Reina.” I took a shower, wrapped a towel around my body and than took a laptop from my bag. I had to inform my dear Kickettes about this place. I wrote them directions on SBA and told them to come a.s.a.p. After that I heard knocking on the door. I thought it was Pepe bringing me clean clothes so I told him to come in.
“I hope I don’t disturb you”, the man said and I noticed it wasn’t Pepe’s voice.
When I looked over my shoulder I think my jaw dropped on the floor. It was him! King of the Sex Face himself. David Villa!
“I thought you would enjoy this”, he said while placing a bowl and two spoons he was carrying on the table. “And allow me to introduce myself. I’m David Villa, the Span…”
“Oh, there’s no need to tell anything more. I’m afraid I know too much about you already. You would be surprised!”
While smiling, he grabbed something from the bowl and gave me to try. Mmmmm, so delicious creamy taste. It could be only one thing.
“Raspberry yoghurt, my favourite”, I said and he just nodded and had a bite himself.
While enjoying the sweet raspberry yoghurt, we were talking and laughing. And then I felt something replacing a cold touch of spoon. Those were his lips, warm and sweet, while placing a kiss on mine. I didn’t have a second thought for a moment. Since I was wearing a towel only, it wasn’t hard for him to undress me. Still fresh, with a few drops of prefume on my body, he layed me on a bed. His lips were all over me and I felt his body on mine moving gently in the rythme of passion. I wanted that night to last forever.
Next morning, when I woke up I realised I was alone in a bed but still with that sweet raspberry yoghurt taste on my lips. And then I heard a noise outside. I moved a curtain and was so happy to see my Kickettes going out of the bus, tempting to find out what’s behind the gate.
“This is going to be very nice weekend”, I thought aloud.
“I agree”, David said while coming closer to the window and placing a kiss on my cheekbone.
Janis- Bowling alley, belt, The Ramos
The funny story about myself and Sergio is we never looked twice at each other when we first met. Sure we were introduced to each other by our mutual friends, and practically a couple of my two best ladies Lucy and Laura, but we didn’t hit it off at first. I personally didn’t think he was extraordinary looking as most people had thought, and he first met me when I was looking more like a boy.
So Laura and I went on one of our delightful shopping escapades at the local mall. Of course, I wanted to wear comfortable clothes like I always do, and since Laura doesn’t judge how I look, I decided not to bring a purse with me and wear a simple jeans and t-shirt compilation with a trucker hat on my head. Laura wore a pair of pretty white jeans with a nice girly top. Lucy was turning a corner and after bumping into us, she formally introduced Sergio to me. Just to be nice, I waved a simple hello and tried to keep my mouth shut in the conversation amongst the group. I am regularly an extroverted person, but I didn’t find that I had anything interesting to say with Sergio around.
Somehow all four of us wound up shopping together when suddenly Laura had her monthly visitor and needed an emergency washroom break. Since I didn’t have any purse whatsoever with me, I felt fairly useless. That left Lucy running in with Laura to the nearest washroom leaving me alone in awkward silence with Sergio waiting outside.
After what seemed like forever, we hear Lucy calling after us, “I think we’ll need to buy Laura an extra pair of trousers!”
Sergio let out a laugh and said, “Why not just use Janis’ pants instead? Maybe it will make her feel useful since she’s sitting out here looking like one of my teammates.”
In that moment, I took offence and glared at him, “Yeah?! Well...you’re not that great looking either! And you’re the boy! I don’t get what the hype is about you anyway, it’s just swooning ramble to me.”
There was a pin drop silence following my quick apology, “I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it—“
“No no, it’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay. I don’t even know you and that was very rude of me, just let me explain—“
“Really it’s okay. Thank you.”
“I just felt like—wait what?!”
“I said thank you. Everywhere I go I hear people swooning over my looks and physical features. If it’s not in person, it’s in the tabloids. When I was a young kid, I was the nerd with braces who got frequent nosebleeds. I don’t see what anyone else sees, so I just wanted to say thank you for being normal around me without focusing in on my profession and taking that into account as if I’m bigheaded.”
“Urm...you’re welcome? And you’re right, I am dressed like a boy but that’s just how I dress sometimes on my lazy days off of work. You can ask Lucy and Laura, I am a very good dresser! I even helped pick Laura’s pants out...although now we know how that turned out.”
Sergio smiled, and suddenly we hear Laura call after us, “Lucy’s right! I can’t leave the washroom and into the mall like this, I need a new pair of trousers!”
Without thinking once more I yelled, “Why not use Sergio’s? We just awkwardly bonded and it will make him feel better to put him to good use.”
Sergio then said, “It would probably put me to good use, because it’s not like we can find a quick pair for her in her size with both of us searching around. Besides, we’re both boyish looking.”
“Urr I was only kidding...you’re not actually going to remove your pants?! HERE?! Don’t make me tease your looks again to try and talk you out of this.”
Sergio didn’t flinch.
“Oh my goodness you’re NOT joking. Well, if she’s going to wear YOUR pants, she might as well wear MY belt to keep them up so I won’t feel useless.”
A moment later Laura came out with Sergio’s pants and my belt around her waist holding them up.
Lucy replied, “I don’t know which is funnier. Laura wearing pieces of both of your clothing or Sergio in his boxer briefs in the middle of the mall.”
I then put my input, “How are we supposed to avoid paparazzi if you’re in your boxer briefs?”
Sergio than replied, “Easy! There’s a bowling alley in the mall just down there. It’s cosmic bowling today so we’ll be in the dark and no one can see us.”
I made a face and replied, “That isn’t a bad idea, but how you keep track of cosmic bowling days is beyond me. Though if we do go, we’ll have to get rid of Laura’s old pants since they’ll have a weird glow.”
“OH SHUT UP!!”
Lucy- VV, chocolate fudge brownies and the police station
Late May 2008
Iker answered the front door and was surprised to see no one there. Frowning, he was about to go back inside when he caught sight of a parcel on the doormat. It was wrapped in brown paper with his name and address clearly printed on the front. He leaned outside and checked the street, but must have missed the delivery man. Of course, he was sent things all the time; fan mail, sponsorship merchandise, care packages from his mama, but this one just had mystery written all over it. Iker couldn't resist.
He took it into the kitchen and ripped the parcel open. It was a white, lidded box and inside were five sizeable and delicious looking chocolate fudge brownies. Iker hadn't had breakfast yet and his tummy rumbled... but he couldn't break the routine - 100 sit ups before breakfast every morning. Iker reluctantly closed the box and went to do his exercises.
Ten minutes and 200 sit ups later (he added an extra 100 to punish himself for even thinking about eating a brownie - he didn't want to go down the same road as Raul) Iker returned to the kitchen, shirtless, for his Weetabix. He was shocked to see his girlfriend Callie bent over double clutching at her stomach, chocolate smeared over her face and one of the brownies squashed on the floor.
'Callie! My love!' he cried and rushed to her. 'What's wrong?!'
'Iker! The.... brownies...' Callie moaned. 'There's something... wrong with them!'
With the Euros only a week away, Iker knew exactly who was behind this little stunt…
***
313 miles away in Barcelona, a sexy looking man paced his living room, waiting for that all important call from Aragones. Surely his time has come... he was sure he'd learnt some cooking skills whilst having 'lessons' from that English girl... enough to put Iker out of action for the next few weeks at least! Whilst he was rubbing his hands together in glee, there was an abrupt knock at his door. Already on his feet, it didn't take him long to get there and was thrown offguard to see two police officers looking sternly at him.
'Mr Valdes?' one asked.
'Yes?' he replied.
'Victor Valdes?'
'Yes, what's wrong?'
'You need to come down the station with us.'
Monday, 7 July 2008
MG's Scenario results game Part 6. More added 13th July
Steph – Roller disco, bubbles and Raul.
Venice – Music festival, tomato ketchup and VV.
Laura – Safari, black satin elbow length gloves and Cesc.
Sarah – Karaoke bar, fountain pen and Silva.
Freya- Pepe, a footballers wedding and handcuffs.
Manny and I entered the venue and were greeted by Malin and Nando. We gave them their presents and congratulated them on getting married. They were such a sweet couple and we were happy to see them tie the knot at last. Manny and I made our way to the dance floor to meet all the other Kickette girls and their dates. Manny made a beeline for the bar as, being Russian, he couldn’t go more than 20 minutes without some vodka. I went over to greet Gina and Pavi who were dancing to the Macarena. Both of them were completely off their heads and I was amazed that Gina hadn’t handcuffed anyone yet. Manny returned with the drinks and we all started dancing. Lucy and Cesc came over for a chat but didn’t stay long. They said something about Banana Body Butter and The Ramos so I didn’t question them. After a few hours I decided to go outside and get some fresh air as it was rather crowded and hot inside. I stood by the pool in silence looking up at the night sky when I heard someone stumble behind me. I turned around to see Pepe Reina waddling over to me, a stupid grin plastered across his face and a bottle of Southern Comfort in his hand. He came right up to me, bent down so his lips were brushing my ear and shouted ‘CAMAREROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ His voice was deafening and I retreated with his voice still ringing in ear. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. The boy that never really grew up! I remembered the victory parade in Madrid where he was all over the place and I laughed out loud. Pepe looked at me then said “Look what I found”. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out some handcuffs. “Where did you get those?!” I asked inquisitively and we both looked at one another as I realised what a stupid question I had asked. Gina. Honestly, that girl, never without her trusty handcuffs! I saw Pepe lunge at me with his arm out stretched and quickly withdrew a step. He was trying to handcuff me! I turned and ran around the swimming pool, laughing aloud like a little child as I watched Pepe sliding all over the wet floor. He tried to take the corner too quickly, slipped and fell backwards into the pool. I stood at the poolside laughing my head off whilst Pepe floundered around in the water. He stood up, giggled like a 12 year old girl and held his hand out as if to say ‘Help me out then instead of standing there you divvy!’.
I leant forward, grabbed his hand and was about to pull him up when he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in over his head. I stood up in the water, my hair all over the place, mascara dripping down my face and my dress well and truly soaked. I wanted to punch him so badly but the look on his face was so comical that I burst out laughing. We laughed for a good while until I noticed Pepe grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the steps of the pool. Suddenly I heard a clink and realised that he had handcuffed me to the handrail of the pool steps. Pepe got out of the water, turned to face me and I saw a smirk spread across his face. He then turned on his heel, walked to a deck chair, grabbed his bottle of Southern Comfort then re-entered the venue, soaking wet and singing “I Love You Baby” at the top of his voice. And so I sat there in the pool waiting for someone to realise I was missing then rescue me. I heard a voice behind me and turned to find David Silva by the steps on the other side of the pool. “Gina?” I asked. “Gina!” he replied, rolling his eyes.
Malin– Plane, golden syrup and Nando.
Flight 7549 to Liverpool, prepare to board please
I dragged myself from the book I was reading, peering at my husband sitting next to me, completely lost in the latest issue of Fourfourtwo.
- That is our plane, right?
- Must be, I didn’t really listen. But everyone seems to be getting up.
We got to our feet. He took my small bag without a word. He was so sweet like that, a true gentleman. Always carrying my bags, opening doors, pulling out chairs. The cutest thing about it was that he seemed so sincere with it, like it came naturally and not because he should do it. We found our places quickly, first class. We had been away to New York and Florida for a few weeks of holiday, visiting a few friends, shopping and spending some lazy days at the beach in Miami. It was early morning now and the jetlag hadn’t really got off me. I was tired, my entire body felt heavy. Fernando put his arms around my shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and cuddled up against his chest. We had a few hours before we would be back home. I fell asleep with the scent of him in my nose and the thought of our bed at home in my mind.
I woke up about an hour later, still with his arm around me. He stroked my arm gently and held his magazine with the other hand.
- So you’re awake now? Slept well?
He leaned in for a kiss, his lips soft against mine. His hand slide down my arm to my waist and he placed the other one on my thigh. I ran a finger over the small glimpse of tanned, toned skin showing where his shirt had gone up. His kiss got more intense, but we were interrupted by a perky air hostess who turned up with a tray.
- Breakfast?
She placed the tray in front of us, and all of a sudden I felt hungry. There was fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, ice cold orange juice, and fluffy pancakes accompanied by a bottle of golden syrup. Fernando, however, didn’t seem to be all that interested in eating. While I was trying to eat my pancakes, his lips were on my neck, down towards my collarbone. People in the seats near us watched with great interest, but he didn’t care, that was obvious. When his hand slid over my thigh again, I gasped, losing control over the fork with pancake in my hand. It tipped, a tiny drop of syrup landed on my belly. It was warm and the top I had chose ran up all the time. Fernando stopped dead, watching the golden drop resting on my skin. Slowly, he scoped it up with his fingertip and licked it off. Paralysed, I stared at him. Suddenly I was no longer in the mood for eating. For a moment, we just sat there and looked into each others eyes, and the he got to his feet, abruptly, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom. And then, just before he turned to go, he winked at me. I felt my stomach turn pleasantly inside me. Was this really happening?
I waited for a few minutes, not wanting to draw attention to myself, before I stood up and wandered away towards the toilet where I had seen him disappear. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. At once, he opened it and dragged me in. The door shut behind me and he pushed me up against it. All signs of careful caresses were gone. We kissed feverishly, his hands running over my waist and up under my top, pulling it off over my head. I moaned quietly as his lips went down my neck. I reached for his shirt and started to undo the buttons, caressing his bare chest when it got off. His skin felt warm and soft underneath my fingers. I felt his hands on me when he unzipped my pants, pulling them down. He breathed heavily against my neck, his arms around me, when I finally got off his jeans. He grunted, pushing me harder against the wall, pressing his body to mine. I smiled when I felt really how excited he was. Next thing I knew, my underwear was gone, ripped off to pieces. We moved slowly, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding me up, failing completely to keep the noises down. The sensation of his naked skin against mine and the knowledge that this was illegal, but so terribly nice, nearly got me through the roof. His movements got faster and faster when he felt me reaching it, until he tensed, pressing against me even harder, and it was over. For a moment we stood still, his soft brown eyes all blurry, buried in mine. I leaned towards him, kissed him softly, ran my fingers through his hair. The dirtiness went gone when he pulled me close and breathed in my hair, his arms wrapped tight around me, like he didn’t want to let me go.
It felt like forever before we finally managed to get our clothes back on, slightly giggly as we tried to straighten up a bit. His hair was a mess, mine as well probably. We stumbpled out through the door and went back down the corridor hand in hand, laughing, me carrying my shoes in my hand, to lazy to put them on. His shirt was merely buttoned. We fell down in a cuddly pile on our seats.
- I love you Malin.
He whispered in my ear before we fell asleep, my chin resting on his chest.
Gina– The countryside, a candle and The Davids.
Although it was a clear night, the temperature outside was below freezing. The stars glittered in the sky, their warmth a million light years away. There was a neat white blanket of snow surrounding the car, covering the ground completely. It was the middle of winter and the weather was unforgiving, the air crisp and the temperatures sharp. The wind whistled through the car window as the pair sat in silence. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was looking out of the window, completely ignoring her companion. He tried to get her attention, placing a hand softly on her arm but she shrugged him off angrily, shooting him a glare before returning her gaze to the woodland to her right.
“Gina…”
“Don’t you dare start this right now!”
“I’m sorry. I really am. I thought this was the right way, I didn’t realise it was a dead end.”
She spun round to face him, meeting his gaze, sparks of fury emitting from the depths of her hazel eyes. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, but she bit them back, determined not to let him see her cry. She was far too angry right now, and she wanted him to know that.
“It’s a bit late for apologies! I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere in a car with a broken window in the middle of winter. It is minus seven degrees outside, I am freezing my backside off and the car has died on us because it’s too cold! As if that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend is sat in a cottage somewhere five miles east of here waiting for me, and I’m stuck in this bloody car with you!! Excuse me if polite conversation is not top on my list of priorities right now.” With that, she turned back to the other side, determined to keep ignoring him.
Only seconds later, and as if to prove her point about how cold it was, she shivered, the evening gown she was wearing not doing much to keep her warm. He sighed and shrugged his jacket off, holding it out to her. The movement caught her eye and she turned around, unfolding her arms and taking it from him silently. She wrapped it around her shoulders, the heat from the garment, which had just been removed from him warming her instantly. He bit his lip as he watched her hair fall into her face, longing to reach out and brush it away, but it wasn’t his place. She wasn’t his anymore. As if she could sense his eyes on her, she looked up, their eyes meeting and they smiled at each other.
“I am sorry, I know that tonight was important to you. Can’t you call him and let him know you’re going to be a bit late?”
“A bit late? I was meant to be there half an hour ago, I’m pretty sure he knows I’m running late. There’s no network coverage anyway.”
“I saw a pay phone a couple of meters back.”
“I’m not going out there! It’s freezing!”
“I’ll call him. I won’t be long.”
Before she had a chance to say anything, he was opening the car door and stepping out into the road. She watched him run across the road towards the pay phone, noting how the t-shirt he was wearing clung to him. She bit her lip, shaking those thoughts out of her head. They’d been there before, it hadn’t worked out. Tearing her eyes away, she turned her attention back to the woodland to her right, barely even noticing the chill anymore. A few minutes later, she heard the car door slam shut again and turned to look at him.
“Well?”
“He’s ok, just worried about you. He thought you’d stood him up at first, but don’t worry, I put him straight.”
“Good. Thank you.”
A silence fell upon them again, and he brought his hands to his face, blowing on them to try and bring some life into the frozen digits. She reached across the handbrake, taking his hands in her own.
“You’re frozen.”
“It’s minus seven out there, of course I’m frozen.”
She frowned at the sharp biting tone, but said nothing, concentrating on warming his hands up before they turned blue and dropped off. He noticed the look on her face and pulled one of his hands out of her grasp, tapping her on the nose lightly.
“Hey.”
She looked up, still struggling to hold back all the emotions that were threatening to break loose. She’d had a nightmare day, a trip to the countryside in the middle of winter had been the last thing she needed, and now she was stuck out here until dawn, if not later. The road the car had broken down on was one of those quiet, winding countryside roads, and few cars passed through.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I know this isn’t exactly your perfect scenario, and I’m sorry for messing up.”
“It’s fine. The day I was having, I’d be surprised if this had gone to plan.”
“He’ll wait for you, you know that.”
“He shouldn’t have to. I should have been there on time. If I’d looked at the map properly…”
“Don’t blame yourself, ok? This isn’t your fault. Someone will find us tomorrow and it’ll all be over, you can go to the cottage and speak to him.”
“What if it’s too late by then? He said it was important.”
“He will wait for you. Stop stressing, that face is too pretty for a frown.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. He’d always known how to cheer her up, even through a small, well placed comment. She looked down at their interlinked hands, thinking how right it looked. How well they fit together…like it was meant to be. Shaking her head again, she pulled her hand away from him sharply. He looked over at her, noting how she had suddenly tensed up. He hated seeing her like this, so distraught and emotional. It still tugged on his heartstrings when she was upset.
“Gina…”
“Don’t. Please just don’t.”
He placed a hand on her arm again, but she didn’t shrug him off this time. Instead, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting again. He leaned in, his head screaming at him to stop, but his heart telling him to continue. She flinched back slightly, but it was like there was an invisible force between them, drawing them together. She gasped softly as she felt his lips press against hers, but she didn’t pull away. He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers as the kiss intensified. She knew this was wrong, they both did, but they couldn’t seem to stop. Her heart was screaming at her to stay put, but her head told her to pull away, so she did, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and shuffling as far away from him as possible. Looking through the glove compartment of the car, she pulled a piece of paper out, scanning over it quickly in the moonlight. Seconds later, she was clambering out of the car, limbs flailing as she slipped on a patch of ice. He was out of the car and by her side in seconds, checking for any damage. She swatted his hands away when he offered to help her up, using the car door as leverage. When she had brushed herself off, she handed him his jacket and started walking across the road to the woodland.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make it to that cottage to see him if it’s the last thing I do.”
“You’re not going on your own. It’s cold and it’s dark, and you don’t know the way. If we get lost, we’re getting lost together.”
She let out a low growl and grit her teeth but nodded. He was by her side before she could blink, and they walked through the trees in complete silence, neither wanting to be the first to bring up their moment in the car. That ship had sailed a long time ago, it was best all round if they didn’t go back there.
It was nearly four hours later when they finally emerged from the woods, frozen and tired, but spurred on by the thought that soon, they’d be in a nice warm cottage, sat by the fire and waiting for the heat to bring their limbs back to life. She let out a shriek of delight as she spotted a small building in the distance and set off running towards it. He followed her, just as happy that they had finally reached civilisation. As they approached the cottage, they slowed their pace to a walk, trying desperately to get their breathing and heart rates back to normal. She could hear the blood rushing around in her ears as her heart worked overtime to pump oxygenated blood around her body.
She was just about to knock on the door when it swung open to reveal David Silva wearing a smart black suit and a worried look on his face. She fell into his open arms, and he ushered the pair in, shutting the door behind them.
“I was so worried about you two out there in this weather, they said there’s a storm building.”
“It’s just as well your girlfriend is so stubborn, she just took off without warning. She was that determined to get here.”
“Thank you for looking out for her David, I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to her.”
The taller guy clapped his friend on the back, smiling at him before making his way over to the fireplace. He sat down on the rug, crossing his legs and closing his eyes as he felt the heat wash over him, soothing his aching body. He tried his best to block out the couple behind him, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation. He felt incredibly guilty about the kiss he’d shared with Gina in the car, but he knew now that he was making the right decision in letting her go. He could picture the way her face had lit up when the door opened to reveal Silva standing there. It was a look he’d grown to know and love when they were together, but it was no longer a look that belonged to him. He heard their footsteps retreating to the other room and he lay back, thinking back to a happier time when he’d had it all, only to throw it away. He knew that if there was anyone who deserved to be happy, it was the couple stood in the other room. He couldn’t stand in the way of that, no matter how much his heart broke to see them together.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gina was stood by the door, staring at the scene before her in complete and utter shock. There were a number of candles set out on the table and as she stepped closer, she realised they spelled something out. She brought her hands up to her face as she read the message, a gasp escaping her as her brain processed the words. Turning back to the door, she bit her lip to stop the smile from spreading as she saw her boyfriend down on one knee, holding a box containing a simple diamond ring out to her. He swallowed nervously before speaking, his voice still slightly hoarse.
“Will you marry me?”
She could barely hold back the squeal of excitement as she knelt down on the ground in front of him and pressed her lips against his. She whispered only four words, but they were exactly the words he had been hoping to hear.
“Yes. I love you.”
With a smile on his face as he slid the ring onto her finger, he whispered them back, before pulling her in for another kiss.
Pavi- London, a thermometer and The Ramos.
A few months after finishing school I found myself without a direction in life so I decided to move to London since some of my best memories were in that city. Once I arrived I set about trying to find a job and on a whim I decided to apply for a position at Arsenal FC as the Manager’s assistant. I never thought I’d get the job in a million years but a few weeks later I was getting the official tour of the club and meeting all the staff and players.
Meeting the players was a surreal moment because I had read so much about their lives and followed some of their careers for such a long time. When I met Philippe Senderos I couldn’t help but think about the numerous posts I had seen about his WAG, Moonie on Kickette. The last two players, David Silva and Sergio Ramos, were new to the club and had completed their transfers following their unbelievable win at the Euros.
As I walked over to meet Silva I remembered he had just gotten married to his long-time girlfriend Pau two weeks ago. “Congratulations on your wedding, you both looked incredible.” He just gave me a shy smile and thanked me.
Next I walked over to Ramos to introduce myself, “hello my name is Pavi, and I’ve been a huge fan of yours for years.” He just said “thank you” but he seemed so shy and completely different than what I thought he would be like. As I was about to turn and walk away I thought I caught him winking at me but I just figured it was my eyes playing a trick since I had secretly lusted after him for a few years.
A few weeks after I had started working there I felt like I had finally gotten the hang of how things worked. One afternoon as my day was winding down; Ramos came into the office looking a bit like a child being sent to see the headmaster, I tried very hard to stop myself from laughing. He looked at me for a few seconds before saying “I’m here to meet Arsene, he told me to come after training.” I instantly noticed that his English was improving since he’d been in London. “Arsene’s on the phone at the moment so it will be a few minutes, just take a seat.” He just smiled at me and went to go sit down but I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. All of a sudden I heard a phone ringing and realized it was Ramos’ phone, he picked up and said “Hi Nando how are things going in Mersyeside?” He laughed at something Nando said on the other end and his next question was “how are Malin and the kids doing?” As he was finishing up his conversation, Arsene came out of his office and signaled for him to come in, as he was walking into the office he turned back to me and gave me a smile which I returned.
The next day I had gone into the office early to finish up some paperwork, I started to feel a little sick and thought I might be coming down with a fever. So I went to the nurse’s area to get a thermometer to check my temperature. As I reached out to grab the thermometer, another hand reached out from behind me to grab it.
I whirled around to see who it was and of course it was Ramos since he seemed to be popping up everywhere lately. “I’m sorry I need the thermometer for Silva, it seems he’s not feeling so well today” he said. I instantly burst into laughter and he just stood there with a confused look on his face. After I gained control of myself I just looked at him and said “it reminds me of when you checked Fernando’s head for a fever during the Euros, you seem to be the team doctor.” He looked annoyed for a few seconds before he burst into laughter himself.
With Silva, the thermometer and my fever forgotten we ended up talking about how we were both new to life in London and how we were settling in. Before I knew it he was grabbing the back of my head and kissing me. He began to unbutton my shirt while I was lifting his shirt over his head. He lifted me up so we were both standing and then picked me up and put me on the examination table. We could barely wait until we were both undressed so he just pushed my skirt up and lowered his shorts. It was anything but gentle and before I knew it I was screaming his name into his shoulder and I could feel his muscles tensing up.
We both collapsed in a heap on the table and I didn’t think I would be able to move for a very long time, but the next thing I knew I heard voices coming down the hall. We both jumped up from the table and began dressing in a hurry. Before we left the room he leaned over and kissed me passionately before whispering “until next time” in my ear.
Villa baby- Xabi, Desert island and black elbow length gloves
“Please, don’t panic! It’s all going to be OK!” the captain was shouting while running over the deck. I didn’t understand what was going on until I’ve heard one woman screaming and throwing herself over the fence into the ice cold water. “What the hell is going on?” I wondered, but soon it all became clear to me. We were about to hit a giant iceberg in the middle of the ocean. “Oh my God, we’re going to die!” were mostly the only words I could hear while people were running around looking for a safe place to hide. And I acted as I wasn’t aware of the situation, just stood in one place without a word or a scream. Suddenly, I felt a big strike breaking our boat apart. And after that, I remember nothing…
* * *
Day 1
I woke up in an unknown place, all alone, surounded with sand and palm trees. It took me a while to remember what actually happened. It would be better if I hadn’t. Horrified and scared, but still curious, I spent the whole day wandering around the island, not looking for anything particular. I found some water, that encouraged me a bit, but I still don’t what will happen to me.
Day 2
I decided to swim up to that what’s left of our boat and find something I could use. Amongst the other things, I took one small wooden box, not knowing what’s inside. When I made it to the coast and took care of the things I’d brought, I openned the box. It surprised me to see black satin elbow length gloves. “Whose were those?” I wondered. They looked really nice, but were completely unuseful in that moment.
Day 3
As walking down the beach, I noticed a man laying in the sand. I was far for seeing him well, but I recognized the Spanish NT jersey he was wearing. When I’d came closer, I wanted to assure he was alive. When he opened his eyes, I offered him some water and helped him to get up.
“Hi, my name is Xabi!” “Xabi, who?” I thought. He seemed aware of me not knowing who he was and continued: “Xabi Alonso, I’m a Spanish footballer.”
“Oh, yes, that explains your shirt! Sorry, it might be the sun affecting my memory.”
“Never mind. What’s your name again?”
“Oh, sorry, it’s Olja, but feel free to call me Villa Baby.”
Then he told me what happened to him and apparently we were on the same boat.
Day 4
I get along with Xabi very good. He’s such a nice guy. Today we decided to find some place to sleep and hide from the sun.
“It would be the best for us to build an improvised roof just to keep us away from the direct sunlight. And we can sleep on the ground as we did earlier.” I agreed. While taking the tools and other things he needed, he found those gloves and asked:
“Do you mind me taking these gloves? You know, my MXA doesn’t like when my hands aren’t soft and gentle. Hope these’ll help.”
“Be my guest!” I answered while trying to hide a smile
Paris– Beach, a baby pram and Xabi.
I had been working hard all year taking on extra shifts till all hours, and thought I had earned my well-deserved vacation to Madrid; the beach was breath-taking the sun was glistening. I could finally relax or so I thought. Suddenly I heard a scream a woman running towards the ocean “My baby, my baby, someone help please” she cried.
I jumped up, to my horror I saw a baby pram rolling rapidly towards the ocean. Unexpectedly a rather well endowed gentleman came out of nowhere sprinting towards the pram; I began to hear yelling from a number of individuals,
“Xabi, that’s Xabi Alonso”. Could it be was Xabi Alonso going to save the helpless child from drowning? In the distance I could see Xabi had caught up to the pram he gripped his right hand on to the handle of the stroller and gently pulled the child to safety. A roar of applause and cheering came from the many people at the beach. Xabi turned to his admirers and waved “Thank you, it was nothing” he replied. He walked through the crowd that continued there endless applause. Still standing I could see Xabi walking towards my direction, he whispered in my ear “follow me” he brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed it, his supple lips sent a shiver through my body. I followed him to the other end of the beach it seemed abandoned; the bellow of Xabi’s fans was a distant memory. The silent atmosphere was perfect. I turned to Xabi he gave me a mischievous grin, his hair was wet as were his swimming shorts which clung to his lower body. He took my hand and pulled me towards him, I felt a rush of excitement. He put his hands on either side of my waist and began to kiss my neck that same feeling came over me. I looked into his dark eyes for a few seconds, yet it felt like we had shared an everlasting moment. Abruptly I pushed him away and ran to the ocean, I could hear a loud laugh from Xabi as he followed me. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned in and kissed his neck, countless thoughts were running through my mind, I can’t do this, is this too spontaneous? The sensation that it was so wrong made the experience more thrilling. We continued to kiss until a wave struck the two of us thrusting us beneath it deep into the ocean. I moved my arms and legs fiercely to escape the water and take in a breath.
“Xabi where are you” My question was answered with nothing but the sound of the thudding waves. Worried, I continued to call for him, again no reply. Out of the blue his comforting laugh came to the surface and a large smirk returned to my face, he was safe. “That wasn’t funny I actually thought you were hurt”
“I’m fine you don’t need to worry, do you really think I would leave you out here”
As I turned away from him I could see a boat, it was closer than the dry land and I figured it would be safer to approach the boat as the waves were becoming more violent. We both swam to the boat; I clasped both hands on to the handle and pulled myself up with Xabi’s assistance. The weather had taken a turn for the worst I felt like I was still in London rather than Madrid. Unfortunately, the isolated boat was less than a masterpiece, Xabi was searching through the cupboards and came across some towels he wrapped one around me and held me close. We sat down on the edge of the boat using the towel to keep us warm. He ran one hand up my thigh and we were undressed in an instant. He was tender yet still powerful; I had never experienced anything like it. The feeling lasted for a while, again I caught a glimpse of his gleaming eyes that still made me walk I knew we would never forget this moment.
MG- Minty, a belt and a hospital.
‘Mr Torres please!’ I called, smiling as a tall, dark haired man stood up and made his way into my treatment room.
God I love this job I thought to myself admiring his broad shoulders and toned back as he walked in front of me.
Being a sports masseur isn’t as glamorous as everyone seems to think and much of my previous work had involved overweight men with frozen shoulders from golf excesses or perma-tanned middle aged women with tennis elbow! However since landing this position at the private health clinic used by the Real Madrid and Spanish squads things have definitely began to look up!
‘Ok if you’d like to take your trousers off and lay face down on the treatment bed please I’ll be with you in a minute’
He looked a little startled but I didn’t have time for coyness so with a grin he undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans. As I washed my hands I explained that I would begin with a gentle session the first time building up the intensity each week so as not to aggravate the original injury.
Standing at the side of the bed looking down on him I almost licked my lips in anticipation. I had seen many bodies over the years - some good some bad but this one had to be the absolute best!! The previously admired shoulders and back led down to a firm peach shaped bottom, steely thighs and taut, brown calves.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself I began the slow firm strokes I’d done on hundreds of thighs before. This time however it felt so different, the rippling of his muscles beneath my fingers made my head spin and the urge to continue up and under his shorts was almost unbearable!
I was so focussed on controlling my own desire it was only when I heard a deep groan from the bed that I realised my patient was also getting a little overheated himself.
‘Maybe we should take a break?’ I suggested, rather embarrassedly ‘It’s getting quite er…. hot in here!’
Sitting up he turned to face me and following my downwards gaze grinned sheepishly,
‘Sorry!’ he shrugged ‘I guess it must be a hazard of the job?’
‘Sometimes’ I nodded ‘although it doesn’t usually effect me as well!’
This was obviously the sign he needed to take things further as before I had a chance to object he had pulled me too him and was kissing me; Gently at first then harder and faster as his desire grew. Greedily he sucked my bottom lip between both of his and made love to my mouth with his tongue.
I allowed myself a moment to luxuriate in the sensations this created within me before pulling my mouth away while I removed his shirt with trembling fingers. Having unwrapped my prize I stood back to admire it for a moment before losing myself in him once more.
With a feather light touch I ran my tongue over his chest causing a strangled cry to escape from the his throat and following the braille like pattern of goose bumps moved up to the hollow of his neck, before sharply nipping the tender skin with my teeth. He flinched slightly at this new sensation then watched in fascination as I caught the thin trickle of blood on the end of my finger and raised it to my mouth, allowing the sweet, metallic taste to intoxicate my senses.
Suddenly the slow sensual pace was gone, replaced by the fervent tearing off of clothes and the desperate need for satisfaction. As he picked me up and carried me to the bed the sound of the telephone broke into my almost delirious mind.
‘I must get it’ I sighed, ’it’s the receptionist and if I don’t answer she’ll come to see if I’m alright’
‘ Ok!’ he whispered putting me down on the edge of the desk ‘But be quick!’
‘Hello!’ I answered picking up the hand set and trying to sound as professional as possible.
‘Oh hi its Miranda - just to let you know Mr Torres has arrived for his thigh massage’
‘Yes I know’ I replied closing my eyes at the delicious trail his lips are creating on my skin, ‘I’m attending to him now!’
‘Oh no not that one’ Miranda answered officiously ‘That’s Miguel Torres he’s your 3.30 shoulder massage! I’m talking about Fernando Torres your 3 o clock appointment - he’s a bit late, says he’s really sorry!!’
‘Tell him its ok - I must have got the wrong Mr Torres’ I sighed replacing the receiver as Miguel demonstrated quite emphatically that I most definitely hadn’t!!
Pau– Funfair, helium balloons and Silva.
I was having a blast at Edinburgh´s annual funfair. Everything was just perfect, the weather not to cold, my kickettes and I having an amazing time together. Even when we have gone to the funfair with a different goal (stalking the Spanish ballers) we were having an amazing time together.
Everything had happened so fast! One day I was checking Kickette as usual when I saw the new post:
Spanish ballers spot all around Edinburgh!
I immediately grab the phone and I called everyone! Pavi, Ali, Steph, Gina, Lucy, Freya, MG, VB, Laura, Venice, Malin and MXA! Next thing we are all meeting each other in King´s Cross to start our 4 hour journey to Edinburgh! We have such a great time, but when we hit Princess Street we were very alert, pretty soon we realized we were been ridiculous so we just start having fun..
We were disusing if Olalla had or not a boob job when a sexy tall blond guy approach us and with a perfect English he asked Freya, Lucy and Malin to go with him in a beach walk..
- You are Fernando Torres!! – Screamed Freya and Lucy at the same time. Malin was about to faint..
-
He smiled and assent,
-I noticed you are wearing my jersey so I thought maybe you will enjoy it
Before you could even say “Niño” Freya, Lucy and Malin had disappear with Nando.
We were shocked! But still the girls and I managed to have lots of fun.
-Oh my! - I say- Is that Whoreida???
And Yes! She was, using nothing but a 90´s bikini even when the weather wasn’t THAT warm. You could spot her nasty legs from 10 yards, and she was..
- Flirting with The Ramos! – Ali say!
- We cant aloud this Ali- answer Pavi!
The two friends grab each other by the arm and with a determined walk they approach The Ramos and scare away Whoreida. The Ramos who is actually a pretty shy person was very grateful with Ali and Pavi so he asked them to join him in lunch.
The rest of us look at each other and laugh. We continue walking and gossiping, when Steph trip with a boy. He smiled at her and apologize. Steph was mute, it was Bojan!
Bojan continue walking but he turned to look Steph he winked and with his head he point to the “Mirror House”
-Excuse me – Steph said before following Bojan.
Suddenly Mr Xabi Alonso (yes! Mr Xabi Alonso!) Appear in front of us
-excuse me, lovely ladies, would you be interested in buying tickets for lotto? The first price is a romantic dinner with.. – suddenly Xabi shout up and gave an intense look to MXA, whom instantly blush.
- with who, Xabi?- I asked, and everyone giggled
-with ah.. oh.. sorry, Raul- he answer with his eyes still stick on MXA- excuse me what´s your name?
MXA smiled, took him by the arm, and as she walk away with him she simply say you can call me MXA..
-well girls that leaves.. where are you going?- I start laughing when I saw Laura, MG and Venice were going in the same direction MXA and Xabi have gone..
- A romantic dinner with TOH? Are you kidding we must buy all the ticket available!- answer Venice..
Gina, VB and I exchange looks and we continue walking around the funfair who was huge and very crowded..
-Villa.. were the hell is Villa- said Gina
- I know- replied VB- everyone has meet her fav ballers but us!..
I was so happy that I haven’t think about him, David Silva. I had met him a few weeks ago, after a Valencia- Chelsea match in Stamford Bridge, I was sitting in first row and If you ask me what happened there I can´t answer, my eyes were staring at Silva the entire match, and I must say he maybe notice it because when the match ended he went where I was sit and offer me his jersey.. I was petrified. And the idea of seeing him today was so marvelous I didn’t want to think about it…
-Look! Helium balloons!- exclaimed Gina, - are you thinking what I am thinking?
We ran like little kids to the balloons stand and started to make funny voices.
-say it Gina- VB say between laughs
-ok!- Gina inhale some helium from the balloons and with that particular voice start- I want to lick Villa´s hip dips.. jajajaja
We were laughing so hard we didn’t notice the gorgeous tan man that was standing behind us, carrying a little girl..
- Ok you can lick them, but not in front of Zaida- the man laugh
VB open her mouth of surprise but couldn´t say anything, Gina was about to die there..
- No! I mean oh stupid helium voice- Gina start to say, but in fact the helium effect hadent pass so she still had that funny voice-
- Let us invite you and Zaira an icecream- snap VB, pulling embarrassed Gina and Villa to the closest Ben and Jerry´s stand..
I stood there and laugh, but suddenly I felt lonely.
I started walking round the funfair, when I saw a huge mechanic ride, being as lonely as I was I decided to have a little of fun by myself, so I purchased myself a ticket and I got in line. When it was my turn to get in I realized I was going to seat with someone else so I got a little uncomfortable..
-sorry ´mam- the man in charge of the ride give me a sorrow look- but there is someone in the VIP line, so I have to pass him before, you don’t mind sitting with him, or you prefer to wait to next turn?
- Excuse me sir – a soft voice said- but I think you should let the lady enjoy the ride with me.
David Silva was standing behind and smiling in a way that made my knees tremble.
I smiled back at him and I sit in the rollercoaster car.
When he sat next to me, I whisper to his ear
- I am sure I´ll enjoy the ride.
Ali- Villa, Disneyland, and (fire) torch.
It was your typical magical day. Birds sang, children laughed, and frazzled parents adjusted their fanny packs. All was well in Disneyland...or so it seemed. Deep in the depths of Space Mountain, I (who was there for as yet unknown reasons) stumbled upon the ruler of Disneyland, Senor David Villa, who was finally rising after passing out from a month long post-Euro victory bender. He was bleary eyed and wearing only a pair of golden boots. In his hand he clutched a crumpled note from his wife. "Read this note to me!" he commanded and caught up in his aura of magical power I immediately complied.
The note read:
Dear David,
After watching your unrequited man love for Fernando Torres during the Euro's and then waiting for a month for you to return home I could not take it anymore. I fear your duties for Valencia and your country as well as being ruler of Disneyland is taking too much of a toll on our relationship. I have taken baby Z and moved back with my parents.
Good bye.
A bit surprised by the state of his affairs, Senor Villa gave me a moody glare and and sent me off to find him some proper clothes. The first person I came across was Tarzan and after some begging was able to purloin his loin cloth. Moodily Villa went striding off to the Cinderella castle in his classy, leather manwrap while I attempted to help Tarzan cover himself with discarded cotton candy.
David's moody glares were so intense that the day became stormy and thunder and lightening began to flash through the sky. His Disneyland minions knew that all was not well and quickly made their way to the castle to await their leader. As he arrived they began to chant:
"Master, Master of..Sex Education."
As that didn't seem to be cheering him up they switched their chant to
"Hip Dip God, Hip Dip God!"
"Silence", he yelled!
Everyone quickly became silent except for Sebastien who just never knows when to be quiet.
"Master Senor Villa," he said. "Unfortunately, because you no longer have a Master-ess you can't really tell us what to do anymore. According to the ancient laws, you must have a wife or all your power will be gone."
Having lost his clothes, wife, and daughter all at the same time Villa could not bear the thought of losing Disneyland too. He ran to the dungeons to wallow in despair. As he lay in the steamy dungeon, the many torches flickering light over the sweat running down his chest and chiseled hip dips, he heard the sound of metal clanking.
He looked over and saw a beautiful lady chained to the wall with handcuffs. Her beauty was so great that he was struck speechless and could do nothing but stare at her moodily.
Once he was done with all that staring, he released her, and they embraced. No words were necessary, they knew they were meant to be.
And so Villa found a new wife, whom he would later affectionately call his Gina Pina. They were married in a lovely wedding with watermelon wedding cake. At the wedding Tarzan came up to me and thanked me for helping him with his wardrobe earlier. We had both come alone so he asked me to be his date and I soon learned his full name was Tarzan Beds. ;)
David Villa and Gina Pina ruled Disneyland for many years, Baby Z came to stay with them every other weekend and some holidays, and we all lived happily ever after. The End!
Blue_Skyz- Raul, on a plane, black satin gloves.
(this story is inspired by MG’s ‘sport’ massage and Pau’s SBAers reunion – and apologies for bringing one non-Spanish baller – I couldn’t help it – Joaquin no longer does it for me and the others were taken… hehehe)
That morning we were on our way back to Madrid. The team was in the mood to celebrate Spain’s World Cup win aboard the plane, despite the fact that most of us were still nursing hangovers from the party last night.
It was getting dark outside, and everyone seemed to be (finally) resting – it was a long flight from Johannesburg.
I glanced around the cabin and smiled after seeing all my friends sleeping blissfully next to their Spanish ballers.
The Spanish Football Association really, really liked their famous website – the SBA - and as a token of appreciation, the bosses decided to give the girls a special spot in the Spanish National team entourage during the World Cup. And they were clearly having the time of their lives!
*
At the front of the cabin, I could see Callie snuggling up with Iker – they look so cute together!
Venice and Raul were sitting next to them… hang on… where’s Raul? He must be looking for some cookies.
Not far away – MXA was resting her head on her true love’s shoulders – Xabi.
Bojan Krkić - who missed Euro 2008 – I’ve never seen him so happy since he started hanging out with Steph.
Poor Laura and Erin – they’re sitting not far away from drunkety –drunk–drunk Pepe, who was snoring loudly. They must be missing Dan Agger and Stevie G.
Nando was falling fast asleep in his seat – he’s sitting in between Malin and Lucy – that guy just can’t make up his mind… I’d definitely give him a slap if he ever breaks their hearts!
Speaking of a trio: El Ramos was hugging both Ali and Pavi!
I was so scared that they would have some uncomfortable moments during the World Cup.
But Sergio was more than happy to share his charms around.
Well – those trios are not the most complicated scenarios…
Gina - who always had eyes on David Silva - suddenly decided to switch to the other David – Villa - after seeing him sunbathing with Villa Baby (VB). She fainted upon the sight of David’s hip dips.
What a simple girl – you think? Hohoho…
Tell you what –if you look closely you could see that David Villa was handcuffed to his seat (courtesy of Gina), with VB and Gina resting on his shoulders. The poor boy must be so exhausted - judging from the amount of watermelon seeds on his shirt.
And, what happened to dear Silva? The heartbroken Silva… lucky Pau was there to comfort him. It seemed that he was falling for her. I heard he’s already making plans to go to Mexico.
Just across from my seats, Moongirl was just resting her head on Miguel’s lap… I’m so glad Moongirl could get time off her private clinic in Madrid – without her help, we wouldn’t be able to keep the team to as fit as they are.
*
It was really hard work being part of the medical team for a team of ballers. After a season with Real Madrid, my boss dragged me to join his medical team for the Spanish National Team.
Yeah, yeah – you’d think it would be nice having all these hot ballers waiting to get their massage or check-up. Just wait until one of them turned up with a suspicious rash and there goes the hotness.
And after a while – I just got so used to them – I don’t even bat an eyelash anymore.
But that’s before I met Christoph – well… Metze.
Ooh – dear Metze - I’m so worried about him – it must be so hard losing the final game to Spain – again. He had his fair share of being mocked when he returned to practice at Real after the Euro finished.
But he told me not to worry as we parted at the airport this morning – he had to go back to Berlin for the team parade. After a long kiss, he gave me a box containing a pair of gorgeous black satin gloves.
He said, “Hope these ones are nearly as nice as your Grandma’s.”
He smiled warmly and was looking so lovely without that horrendous beard.
I lost the gloves that my late Nan gave me after a stupid airline misplaced my luggage several months ago. Those gloves reminded me of my Nan a lot and I was upset that they were lost.
But I didn’t expect Metze to remember such a little detail.
I gave him another long kiss, stroked his face, and said “Thanks – I love them… I’ll miss you terribly.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he said, holding me closer with his strong arms.
I sighed as he breathed in my hair, and said “Please send my regards to Malte and your family, OK?”
We hugged for a while before we had to board our planes.
*
I stroked the black satin gloves and kept thinking about Metze… until I heard some noises from the nearest lavatory.
Straight away – I looked for Malin and Nando – but they were still asleep.
Then I heard a quiet sobbing…
Worried that the person was hurt, I knocked on the door.
The sobbing stopped and a weak voice answered, “Just a minute, please.”
I recognized that voice – “Raul?? Are you OK?”
How the heck did he manage to slip away from Venice, I thought. She’s been taking great care of him ever since he injured his right knee in the quarterfinals.
The door opened, and Raul was in a really bad state… you could see that he had put on a brave face for the team for too long and now he was such a mess.
“Do you happen to have some cookies? I really need them now,” he said.
“Raul – no – you ate every single one on the plane. Enough with the cookies. Let’s just get back to our seats and we’ll figure something out.”
He nodded weakly and we headed to my seats since there was lots of empty space around it.
“Are you having a headache or stomachache now?” I asked.
“Just a bit of a headache… but… be honest with me… will I be able to play again after the knee surgery?” he asked me with a very worried look on his face.
“Raul – the doctors said the injury is not that serious, but you’ll need time to recover. Don’t worry – you’ll be able to play again.”
He breathed deeply and there was a sign of slight relief on his face.
Then he said, “So you really don’t have a cookie? It will make me feel better… seriously.”
I feel like smacking him in the head, but I feel a bit sorry for him – the man just couldn’t help himself.
If only there is such a thing as Addiction to Cookie Rehabilitation, we would definitely put him in the intensive program.
“No – Raul. You do know that Venice is worried sick about you not eating anything but cookies lately. Tell you what… I’ll give you a quick head and neck massage to help you relax, OK?”
So I started massaging his head, starting from the top towards his neck.
He started to relax a bit and I was admiring his long eyelashes - before he gazed into my eyes with those deep, brown eyes.
I had to admit that Raul’s eyes are mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but feel attracted to those eyes.
Well - he’s TOH (The Original Hottie) after all.
But it’s so wrong – I’m falling madly for Metze and Raul is with Venice.
“Erm… Raul… why don’t you close your eyes, it will help you relax,” I said quickly – I could feel the heat creeping towards my cheeks.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he replied.
OK – this just won’t do – I thought.
“Raul – I don’t want to get into trouble with Venice… so I’m just going to cover your eyes with these, OK?” I said – showing him the black satin gloves.
Before he could reply, I just tied one of the gloves to cover his eyes and just about to continue the massage.
Suddenly I sensed that someone was approaching us…
*
Raul was clearly enjoying his shoulder massage, “Hey – I could really get used to this you know.”
Then he removed the glove… and there was Pepe… just centimeters away from his face.
“Ay – mi amor… you like my massage? MWWAHHH!” Pepe planted a big sloppy kiss on Raul – he was clearly still a bit drunk.
“ARRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Get away from meeeeeee!!!” Raul screamed in horror – shoving frisky Pepe away.
Raul scrambled to the corner of his seat – his face was pale white. The whole cabin was awake and everyone was staring at us.
“MWAHUAHAHAH… mission accomplished then,” laughed Pepe – giving me a quick wink, “He’s no longer feeling sad.”
Lucy – Police station, salad tongs and Cesc.
Cesc and I were having a house warming BBQ to celebrate our moving in together. He had bought us a swanky apartment in London and me a tres expensive engagement ring. I accepted it on the condition that for as long as we live, he would never, ever wax his forearms or legs, but especially his forearms, again. And so on the morning of our BBQ I had my arm wrapped around his as we strolled round our local Tescos looking for last minute supplies. We made sure we had plenty of sausages, burgers and buns and bought the salad in packs since we were feeling lazy. We also got some solid metal salad tongs because we didn't have any. Then we hit the alcohol aisle.
Twenty minutes later with our trolley now ladened down with mainly booze (Pepe and MXA were invited after all), we made our way to the car. At that moment, a chavvy looking youth approached Cesc proclaiming to be a fan. This happened all the time, especially in places like supermarket car parks, so Cesc chatted to the boy for a bit whilst I started to load the boot up. Suddenly out of nowhere, a second chav appeared and quickly grabbed a load of six packs from the trolley. Before I could shout anything, the first chav had pushed Cesc, also grabbed some packs, and ran after his friend. The next part happened so fast... Cesc angrily grabbed the pair of salad tongs from the trolley and threw it after the boys.
'Cesc! Nooo!' I screamed - they were metal! I was impressed at his manly leap into action but scared at the potential damage! Naturally though, his aim was very good and the tongs caught the first boy running in the neck. He toppled over whilst crying out. The second ran straight into him and he too fell over, quite nastily. Cesc quickly ran across to retrieve the tong evidence, but a crowd was already forming, and even in his baseball cap and shades some people were already whispering about 'that footballer' and his 'rather attractive girlfriend'. I was tempted to correct them by flashing the rock on my finger, but since we were standing over two injured boys with Cesc brandishing a metal weapon in his hand, I decided it was not the time. I looked down and saw more blood than I cared to see and shuddered, rooted to the spot in shock.
Half an hour later, Cesc and I were at the police station explaining ourselves. Well actually it was Cesc who had to explain himself - throwing a metal implement at someone is a serious offence! Especially since the boy had to have stitches to the back of his neck. Cesc was shocked, angry and upset all at the same time and even cried a little in that way he does. I gently rubbed his back as he admitted his Spanish temper had got the better of him. As luck would have it, the police officer was a huge Arsenal fan and after Cesc offered to sign his Arsenal shirt and get him a season ticket, he was let off with just a mild caution. After all, the chav assaulted Cesc and then had stolen from us!
The BBQ that evening went ahead as planned and turned out to be mucho fun, even though I had to get Cesc his salad for him because he thought seeing the tongs again would make him too mad. I made a note of this and kept them in my bedside drawer for future use - he was irresistibly hot when angry.
Venice – Music festival, tomato ketchup and VV.
Laura – Safari, black satin elbow length gloves and Cesc.
Sarah – Karaoke bar, fountain pen and Silva.
Freya- Pepe, a footballers wedding and handcuffs.
Manny and I entered the venue and were greeted by Malin and Nando. We gave them their presents and congratulated them on getting married. They were such a sweet couple and we were happy to see them tie the knot at last. Manny and I made our way to the dance floor to meet all the other Kickette girls and their dates. Manny made a beeline for the bar as, being Russian, he couldn’t go more than 20 minutes without some vodka. I went over to greet Gina and Pavi who were dancing to the Macarena. Both of them were completely off their heads and I was amazed that Gina hadn’t handcuffed anyone yet. Manny returned with the drinks and we all started dancing. Lucy and Cesc came over for a chat but didn’t stay long. They said something about Banana Body Butter and The Ramos so I didn’t question them. After a few hours I decided to go outside and get some fresh air as it was rather crowded and hot inside. I stood by the pool in silence looking up at the night sky when I heard someone stumble behind me. I turned around to see Pepe Reina waddling over to me, a stupid grin plastered across his face and a bottle of Southern Comfort in his hand. He came right up to me, bent down so his lips were brushing my ear and shouted ‘CAMAREROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ His voice was deafening and I retreated with his voice still ringing in ear. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. The boy that never really grew up! I remembered the victory parade in Madrid where he was all over the place and I laughed out loud. Pepe looked at me then said “Look what I found”. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out some handcuffs. “Where did you get those?!” I asked inquisitively and we both looked at one another as I realised what a stupid question I had asked. Gina. Honestly, that girl, never without her trusty handcuffs! I saw Pepe lunge at me with his arm out stretched and quickly withdrew a step. He was trying to handcuff me! I turned and ran around the swimming pool, laughing aloud like a little child as I watched Pepe sliding all over the wet floor. He tried to take the corner too quickly, slipped and fell backwards into the pool. I stood at the poolside laughing my head off whilst Pepe floundered around in the water. He stood up, giggled like a 12 year old girl and held his hand out as if to say ‘Help me out then instead of standing there you divvy!’.
I leant forward, grabbed his hand and was about to pull him up when he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in over his head. I stood up in the water, my hair all over the place, mascara dripping down my face and my dress well and truly soaked. I wanted to punch him so badly but the look on his face was so comical that I burst out laughing. We laughed for a good while until I noticed Pepe grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the steps of the pool. Suddenly I heard a clink and realised that he had handcuffed me to the handrail of the pool steps. Pepe got out of the water, turned to face me and I saw a smirk spread across his face. He then turned on his heel, walked to a deck chair, grabbed his bottle of Southern Comfort then re-entered the venue, soaking wet and singing “I Love You Baby” at the top of his voice. And so I sat there in the pool waiting for someone to realise I was missing then rescue me. I heard a voice behind me and turned to find David Silva by the steps on the other side of the pool. “Gina?” I asked. “Gina!” he replied, rolling his eyes.
Malin– Plane, golden syrup and Nando.
Flight 7549 to Liverpool, prepare to board please
I dragged myself from the book I was reading, peering at my husband sitting next to me, completely lost in the latest issue of Fourfourtwo.
- That is our plane, right?
- Must be, I didn’t really listen. But everyone seems to be getting up.
We got to our feet. He took my small bag without a word. He was so sweet like that, a true gentleman. Always carrying my bags, opening doors, pulling out chairs. The cutest thing about it was that he seemed so sincere with it, like it came naturally and not because he should do it. We found our places quickly, first class. We had been away to New York and Florida for a few weeks of holiday, visiting a few friends, shopping and spending some lazy days at the beach in Miami. It was early morning now and the jetlag hadn’t really got off me. I was tired, my entire body felt heavy. Fernando put his arms around my shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and cuddled up against his chest. We had a few hours before we would be back home. I fell asleep with the scent of him in my nose and the thought of our bed at home in my mind.
I woke up about an hour later, still with his arm around me. He stroked my arm gently and held his magazine with the other hand.
- So you’re awake now? Slept well?
He leaned in for a kiss, his lips soft against mine. His hand slide down my arm to my waist and he placed the other one on my thigh. I ran a finger over the small glimpse of tanned, toned skin showing where his shirt had gone up. His kiss got more intense, but we were interrupted by a perky air hostess who turned up with a tray.
- Breakfast?
She placed the tray in front of us, and all of a sudden I felt hungry. There was fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, ice cold orange juice, and fluffy pancakes accompanied by a bottle of golden syrup. Fernando, however, didn’t seem to be all that interested in eating. While I was trying to eat my pancakes, his lips were on my neck, down towards my collarbone. People in the seats near us watched with great interest, but he didn’t care, that was obvious. When his hand slid over my thigh again, I gasped, losing control over the fork with pancake in my hand. It tipped, a tiny drop of syrup landed on my belly. It was warm and the top I had chose ran up all the time. Fernando stopped dead, watching the golden drop resting on my skin. Slowly, he scoped it up with his fingertip and licked it off. Paralysed, I stared at him. Suddenly I was no longer in the mood for eating. For a moment, we just sat there and looked into each others eyes, and the he got to his feet, abruptly, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom. And then, just before he turned to go, he winked at me. I felt my stomach turn pleasantly inside me. Was this really happening?
I waited for a few minutes, not wanting to draw attention to myself, before I stood up and wandered away towards the toilet where I had seen him disappear. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. At once, he opened it and dragged me in. The door shut behind me and he pushed me up against it. All signs of careful caresses were gone. We kissed feverishly, his hands running over my waist and up under my top, pulling it off over my head. I moaned quietly as his lips went down my neck. I reached for his shirt and started to undo the buttons, caressing his bare chest when it got off. His skin felt warm and soft underneath my fingers. I felt his hands on me when he unzipped my pants, pulling them down. He breathed heavily against my neck, his arms around me, when I finally got off his jeans. He grunted, pushing me harder against the wall, pressing his body to mine. I smiled when I felt really how excited he was. Next thing I knew, my underwear was gone, ripped off to pieces. We moved slowly, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding me up, failing completely to keep the noises down. The sensation of his naked skin against mine and the knowledge that this was illegal, but so terribly nice, nearly got me through the roof. His movements got faster and faster when he felt me reaching it, until he tensed, pressing against me even harder, and it was over. For a moment we stood still, his soft brown eyes all blurry, buried in mine. I leaned towards him, kissed him softly, ran my fingers through his hair. The dirtiness went gone when he pulled me close and breathed in my hair, his arms wrapped tight around me, like he didn’t want to let me go.
It felt like forever before we finally managed to get our clothes back on, slightly giggly as we tried to straighten up a bit. His hair was a mess, mine as well probably. We stumbpled out through the door and went back down the corridor hand in hand, laughing, me carrying my shoes in my hand, to lazy to put them on. His shirt was merely buttoned. We fell down in a cuddly pile on our seats.
- I love you Malin.
He whispered in my ear before we fell asleep, my chin resting on his chest.
Gina– The countryside, a candle and The Davids.
Although it was a clear night, the temperature outside was below freezing. The stars glittered in the sky, their warmth a million light years away. There was a neat white blanket of snow surrounding the car, covering the ground completely. It was the middle of winter and the weather was unforgiving, the air crisp and the temperatures sharp. The wind whistled through the car window as the pair sat in silence. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was looking out of the window, completely ignoring her companion. He tried to get her attention, placing a hand softly on her arm but she shrugged him off angrily, shooting him a glare before returning her gaze to the woodland to her right.
“Gina…”
“Don’t you dare start this right now!”
“I’m sorry. I really am. I thought this was the right way, I didn’t realise it was a dead end.”
She spun round to face him, meeting his gaze, sparks of fury emitting from the depths of her hazel eyes. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, but she bit them back, determined not to let him see her cry. She was far too angry right now, and she wanted him to know that.
“It’s a bit late for apologies! I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere in a car with a broken window in the middle of winter. It is minus seven degrees outside, I am freezing my backside off and the car has died on us because it’s too cold! As if that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend is sat in a cottage somewhere five miles east of here waiting for me, and I’m stuck in this bloody car with you!! Excuse me if polite conversation is not top on my list of priorities right now.” With that, she turned back to the other side, determined to keep ignoring him.
Only seconds later, and as if to prove her point about how cold it was, she shivered, the evening gown she was wearing not doing much to keep her warm. He sighed and shrugged his jacket off, holding it out to her. The movement caught her eye and she turned around, unfolding her arms and taking it from him silently. She wrapped it around her shoulders, the heat from the garment, which had just been removed from him warming her instantly. He bit his lip as he watched her hair fall into her face, longing to reach out and brush it away, but it wasn’t his place. She wasn’t his anymore. As if she could sense his eyes on her, she looked up, their eyes meeting and they smiled at each other.
“I am sorry, I know that tonight was important to you. Can’t you call him and let him know you’re going to be a bit late?”
“A bit late? I was meant to be there half an hour ago, I’m pretty sure he knows I’m running late. There’s no network coverage anyway.”
“I saw a pay phone a couple of meters back.”
“I’m not going out there! It’s freezing!”
“I’ll call him. I won’t be long.”
Before she had a chance to say anything, he was opening the car door and stepping out into the road. She watched him run across the road towards the pay phone, noting how the t-shirt he was wearing clung to him. She bit her lip, shaking those thoughts out of her head. They’d been there before, it hadn’t worked out. Tearing her eyes away, she turned her attention back to the woodland to her right, barely even noticing the chill anymore. A few minutes later, she heard the car door slam shut again and turned to look at him.
“Well?”
“He’s ok, just worried about you. He thought you’d stood him up at first, but don’t worry, I put him straight.”
“Good. Thank you.”
A silence fell upon them again, and he brought his hands to his face, blowing on them to try and bring some life into the frozen digits. She reached across the handbrake, taking his hands in her own.
“You’re frozen.”
“It’s minus seven out there, of course I’m frozen.”
She frowned at the sharp biting tone, but said nothing, concentrating on warming his hands up before they turned blue and dropped off. He noticed the look on her face and pulled one of his hands out of her grasp, tapping her on the nose lightly.
“Hey.”
She looked up, still struggling to hold back all the emotions that were threatening to break loose. She’d had a nightmare day, a trip to the countryside in the middle of winter had been the last thing she needed, and now she was stuck out here until dawn, if not later. The road the car had broken down on was one of those quiet, winding countryside roads, and few cars passed through.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I know this isn’t exactly your perfect scenario, and I’m sorry for messing up.”
“It’s fine. The day I was having, I’d be surprised if this had gone to plan.”
“He’ll wait for you, you know that.”
“He shouldn’t have to. I should have been there on time. If I’d looked at the map properly…”
“Don’t blame yourself, ok? This isn’t your fault. Someone will find us tomorrow and it’ll all be over, you can go to the cottage and speak to him.”
“What if it’s too late by then? He said it was important.”
“He will wait for you. Stop stressing, that face is too pretty for a frown.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. He’d always known how to cheer her up, even through a small, well placed comment. She looked down at their interlinked hands, thinking how right it looked. How well they fit together…like it was meant to be. Shaking her head again, she pulled her hand away from him sharply. He looked over at her, noting how she had suddenly tensed up. He hated seeing her like this, so distraught and emotional. It still tugged on his heartstrings when she was upset.
“Gina…”
“Don’t. Please just don’t.”
He placed a hand on her arm again, but she didn’t shrug him off this time. Instead, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting again. He leaned in, his head screaming at him to stop, but his heart telling him to continue. She flinched back slightly, but it was like there was an invisible force between them, drawing them together. She gasped softly as she felt his lips press against hers, but she didn’t pull away. He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers as the kiss intensified. She knew this was wrong, they both did, but they couldn’t seem to stop. Her heart was screaming at her to stay put, but her head told her to pull away, so she did, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and shuffling as far away from him as possible. Looking through the glove compartment of the car, she pulled a piece of paper out, scanning over it quickly in the moonlight. Seconds later, she was clambering out of the car, limbs flailing as she slipped on a patch of ice. He was out of the car and by her side in seconds, checking for any damage. She swatted his hands away when he offered to help her up, using the car door as leverage. When she had brushed herself off, she handed him his jacket and started walking across the road to the woodland.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make it to that cottage to see him if it’s the last thing I do.”
“You’re not going on your own. It’s cold and it’s dark, and you don’t know the way. If we get lost, we’re getting lost together.”
She let out a low growl and grit her teeth but nodded. He was by her side before she could blink, and they walked through the trees in complete silence, neither wanting to be the first to bring up their moment in the car. That ship had sailed a long time ago, it was best all round if they didn’t go back there.
It was nearly four hours later when they finally emerged from the woods, frozen and tired, but spurred on by the thought that soon, they’d be in a nice warm cottage, sat by the fire and waiting for the heat to bring their limbs back to life. She let out a shriek of delight as she spotted a small building in the distance and set off running towards it. He followed her, just as happy that they had finally reached civilisation. As they approached the cottage, they slowed their pace to a walk, trying desperately to get their breathing and heart rates back to normal. She could hear the blood rushing around in her ears as her heart worked overtime to pump oxygenated blood around her body.
She was just about to knock on the door when it swung open to reveal David Silva wearing a smart black suit and a worried look on his face. She fell into his open arms, and he ushered the pair in, shutting the door behind them.
“I was so worried about you two out there in this weather, they said there’s a storm building.”
“It’s just as well your girlfriend is so stubborn, she just took off without warning. She was that determined to get here.”
“Thank you for looking out for her David, I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to her.”
The taller guy clapped his friend on the back, smiling at him before making his way over to the fireplace. He sat down on the rug, crossing his legs and closing his eyes as he felt the heat wash over him, soothing his aching body. He tried his best to block out the couple behind him, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation. He felt incredibly guilty about the kiss he’d shared with Gina in the car, but he knew now that he was making the right decision in letting her go. He could picture the way her face had lit up when the door opened to reveal Silva standing there. It was a look he’d grown to know and love when they were together, but it was no longer a look that belonged to him. He heard their footsteps retreating to the other room and he lay back, thinking back to a happier time when he’d had it all, only to throw it away. He knew that if there was anyone who deserved to be happy, it was the couple stood in the other room. He couldn’t stand in the way of that, no matter how much his heart broke to see them together.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gina was stood by the door, staring at the scene before her in complete and utter shock. There were a number of candles set out on the table and as she stepped closer, she realised they spelled something out. She brought her hands up to her face as she read the message, a gasp escaping her as her brain processed the words. Turning back to the door, she bit her lip to stop the smile from spreading as she saw her boyfriend down on one knee, holding a box containing a simple diamond ring out to her. He swallowed nervously before speaking, his voice still slightly hoarse.
“Will you marry me?”
She could barely hold back the squeal of excitement as she knelt down on the ground in front of him and pressed her lips against his. She whispered only four words, but they were exactly the words he had been hoping to hear.
“Yes. I love you.”
With a smile on his face as he slid the ring onto her finger, he whispered them back, before pulling her in for another kiss.
Pavi- London, a thermometer and The Ramos.
A few months after finishing school I found myself without a direction in life so I decided to move to London since some of my best memories were in that city. Once I arrived I set about trying to find a job and on a whim I decided to apply for a position at Arsenal FC as the Manager’s assistant. I never thought I’d get the job in a million years but a few weeks later I was getting the official tour of the club and meeting all the staff and players.
Meeting the players was a surreal moment because I had read so much about their lives and followed some of their careers for such a long time. When I met Philippe Senderos I couldn’t help but think about the numerous posts I had seen about his WAG, Moonie on Kickette. The last two players, David Silva and Sergio Ramos, were new to the club and had completed their transfers following their unbelievable win at the Euros.
As I walked over to meet Silva I remembered he had just gotten married to his long-time girlfriend Pau two weeks ago. “Congratulations on your wedding, you both looked incredible.” He just gave me a shy smile and thanked me.
Next I walked over to Ramos to introduce myself, “hello my name is Pavi, and I’ve been a huge fan of yours for years.” He just said “thank you” but he seemed so shy and completely different than what I thought he would be like. As I was about to turn and walk away I thought I caught him winking at me but I just figured it was my eyes playing a trick since I had secretly lusted after him for a few years.
A few weeks after I had started working there I felt like I had finally gotten the hang of how things worked. One afternoon as my day was winding down; Ramos came into the office looking a bit like a child being sent to see the headmaster, I tried very hard to stop myself from laughing. He looked at me for a few seconds before saying “I’m here to meet Arsene, he told me to come after training.” I instantly noticed that his English was improving since he’d been in London. “Arsene’s on the phone at the moment so it will be a few minutes, just take a seat.” He just smiled at me and went to go sit down but I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. All of a sudden I heard a phone ringing and realized it was Ramos’ phone, he picked up and said “Hi Nando how are things going in Mersyeside?” He laughed at something Nando said on the other end and his next question was “how are Malin and the kids doing?” As he was finishing up his conversation, Arsene came out of his office and signaled for him to come in, as he was walking into the office he turned back to me and gave me a smile which I returned.
The next day I had gone into the office early to finish up some paperwork, I started to feel a little sick and thought I might be coming down with a fever. So I went to the nurse’s area to get a thermometer to check my temperature. As I reached out to grab the thermometer, another hand reached out from behind me to grab it.
I whirled around to see who it was and of course it was Ramos since he seemed to be popping up everywhere lately. “I’m sorry I need the thermometer for Silva, it seems he’s not feeling so well today” he said. I instantly burst into laughter and he just stood there with a confused look on his face. After I gained control of myself I just looked at him and said “it reminds me of when you checked Fernando’s head for a fever during the Euros, you seem to be the team doctor.” He looked annoyed for a few seconds before he burst into laughter himself.
With Silva, the thermometer and my fever forgotten we ended up talking about how we were both new to life in London and how we were settling in. Before I knew it he was grabbing the back of my head and kissing me. He began to unbutton my shirt while I was lifting his shirt over his head. He lifted me up so we were both standing and then picked me up and put me on the examination table. We could barely wait until we were both undressed so he just pushed my skirt up and lowered his shorts. It was anything but gentle and before I knew it I was screaming his name into his shoulder and I could feel his muscles tensing up.
We both collapsed in a heap on the table and I didn’t think I would be able to move for a very long time, but the next thing I knew I heard voices coming down the hall. We both jumped up from the table and began dressing in a hurry. Before we left the room he leaned over and kissed me passionately before whispering “until next time” in my ear.
Villa baby- Xabi, Desert island and black elbow length gloves
“Please, don’t panic! It’s all going to be OK!” the captain was shouting while running over the deck. I didn’t understand what was going on until I’ve heard one woman screaming and throwing herself over the fence into the ice cold water. “What the hell is going on?” I wondered, but soon it all became clear to me. We were about to hit a giant iceberg in the middle of the ocean. “Oh my God, we’re going to die!” were mostly the only words I could hear while people were running around looking for a safe place to hide. And I acted as I wasn’t aware of the situation, just stood in one place without a word or a scream. Suddenly, I felt a big strike breaking our boat apart. And after that, I remember nothing…
* * *
Day 1
I woke up in an unknown place, all alone, surounded with sand and palm trees. It took me a while to remember what actually happened. It would be better if I hadn’t. Horrified and scared, but still curious, I spent the whole day wandering around the island, not looking for anything particular. I found some water, that encouraged me a bit, but I still don’t what will happen to me.
Day 2
I decided to swim up to that what’s left of our boat and find something I could use. Amongst the other things, I took one small wooden box, not knowing what’s inside. When I made it to the coast and took care of the things I’d brought, I openned the box. It surprised me to see black satin elbow length gloves. “Whose were those?” I wondered. They looked really nice, but were completely unuseful in that moment.
Day 3
As walking down the beach, I noticed a man laying in the sand. I was far for seeing him well, but I recognized the Spanish NT jersey he was wearing. When I’d came closer, I wanted to assure he was alive. When he opened his eyes, I offered him some water and helped him to get up.
“Hi, my name is Xabi!” “Xabi, who?” I thought. He seemed aware of me not knowing who he was and continued: “Xabi Alonso, I’m a Spanish footballer.”
“Oh, yes, that explains your shirt! Sorry, it might be the sun affecting my memory.”
“Never mind. What’s your name again?”
“Oh, sorry, it’s Olja, but feel free to call me Villa Baby.”
Then he told me what happened to him and apparently we were on the same boat.
Day 4
I get along with Xabi very good. He’s such a nice guy. Today we decided to find some place to sleep and hide from the sun.
“It would be the best for us to build an improvised roof just to keep us away from the direct sunlight. And we can sleep on the ground as we did earlier.” I agreed. While taking the tools and other things he needed, he found those gloves and asked:
“Do you mind me taking these gloves? You know, my MXA doesn’t like when my hands aren’t soft and gentle. Hope these’ll help.”
“Be my guest!” I answered while trying to hide a smile
Paris– Beach, a baby pram and Xabi.
I had been working hard all year taking on extra shifts till all hours, and thought I had earned my well-deserved vacation to Madrid; the beach was breath-taking the sun was glistening. I could finally relax or so I thought. Suddenly I heard a scream a woman running towards the ocean “My baby, my baby, someone help please” she cried.
I jumped up, to my horror I saw a baby pram rolling rapidly towards the ocean. Unexpectedly a rather well endowed gentleman came out of nowhere sprinting towards the pram; I began to hear yelling from a number of individuals,
“Xabi, that’s Xabi Alonso”. Could it be was Xabi Alonso going to save the helpless child from drowning? In the distance I could see Xabi had caught up to the pram he gripped his right hand on to the handle of the stroller and gently pulled the child to safety. A roar of applause and cheering came from the many people at the beach. Xabi turned to his admirers and waved “Thank you, it was nothing” he replied. He walked through the crowd that continued there endless applause. Still standing I could see Xabi walking towards my direction, he whispered in my ear “follow me” he brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed it, his supple lips sent a shiver through my body. I followed him to the other end of the beach it seemed abandoned; the bellow of Xabi’s fans was a distant memory. The silent atmosphere was perfect. I turned to Xabi he gave me a mischievous grin, his hair was wet as were his swimming shorts which clung to his lower body. He took my hand and pulled me towards him, I felt a rush of excitement. He put his hands on either side of my waist and began to kiss my neck that same feeling came over me. I looked into his dark eyes for a few seconds, yet it felt like we had shared an everlasting moment. Abruptly I pushed him away and ran to the ocean, I could hear a loud laugh from Xabi as he followed me. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned in and kissed his neck, countless thoughts were running through my mind, I can’t do this, is this too spontaneous? The sensation that it was so wrong made the experience more thrilling. We continued to kiss until a wave struck the two of us thrusting us beneath it deep into the ocean. I moved my arms and legs fiercely to escape the water and take in a breath.
“Xabi where are you” My question was answered with nothing but the sound of the thudding waves. Worried, I continued to call for him, again no reply. Out of the blue his comforting laugh came to the surface and a large smirk returned to my face, he was safe. “That wasn’t funny I actually thought you were hurt”
“I’m fine you don’t need to worry, do you really think I would leave you out here”
As I turned away from him I could see a boat, it was closer than the dry land and I figured it would be safer to approach the boat as the waves were becoming more violent. We both swam to the boat; I clasped both hands on to the handle and pulled myself up with Xabi’s assistance. The weather had taken a turn for the worst I felt like I was still in London rather than Madrid. Unfortunately, the isolated boat was less than a masterpiece, Xabi was searching through the cupboards and came across some towels he wrapped one around me and held me close. We sat down on the edge of the boat using the towel to keep us warm. He ran one hand up my thigh and we were undressed in an instant. He was tender yet still powerful; I had never experienced anything like it. The feeling lasted for a while, again I caught a glimpse of his gleaming eyes that still made me walk I knew we would never forget this moment.
MG- Minty, a belt and a hospital.
‘Mr Torres please!’ I called, smiling as a tall, dark haired man stood up and made his way into my treatment room.
God I love this job I thought to myself admiring his broad shoulders and toned back as he walked in front of me.
Being a sports masseur isn’t as glamorous as everyone seems to think and much of my previous work had involved overweight men with frozen shoulders from golf excesses or perma-tanned middle aged women with tennis elbow! However since landing this position at the private health clinic used by the Real Madrid and Spanish squads things have definitely began to look up!
‘Ok if you’d like to take your trousers off and lay face down on the treatment bed please I’ll be with you in a minute’
He looked a little startled but I didn’t have time for coyness so with a grin he undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans. As I washed my hands I explained that I would begin with a gentle session the first time building up the intensity each week so as not to aggravate the original injury.
Standing at the side of the bed looking down on him I almost licked my lips in anticipation. I had seen many bodies over the years - some good some bad but this one had to be the absolute best!! The previously admired shoulders and back led down to a firm peach shaped bottom, steely thighs and taut, brown calves.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself I began the slow firm strokes I’d done on hundreds of thighs before. This time however it felt so different, the rippling of his muscles beneath my fingers made my head spin and the urge to continue up and under his shorts was almost unbearable!
I was so focussed on controlling my own desire it was only when I heard a deep groan from the bed that I realised my patient was also getting a little overheated himself.
‘Maybe we should take a break?’ I suggested, rather embarrassedly ‘It’s getting quite er…. hot in here!’
Sitting up he turned to face me and following my downwards gaze grinned sheepishly,
‘Sorry!’ he shrugged ‘I guess it must be a hazard of the job?’
‘Sometimes’ I nodded ‘although it doesn’t usually effect me as well!’
This was obviously the sign he needed to take things further as before I had a chance to object he had pulled me too him and was kissing me; Gently at first then harder and faster as his desire grew. Greedily he sucked my bottom lip between both of his and made love to my mouth with his tongue.
I allowed myself a moment to luxuriate in the sensations this created within me before pulling my mouth away while I removed his shirt with trembling fingers. Having unwrapped my prize I stood back to admire it for a moment before losing myself in him once more.
With a feather light touch I ran my tongue over his chest causing a strangled cry to escape from the his throat and following the braille like pattern of goose bumps moved up to the hollow of his neck, before sharply nipping the tender skin with my teeth. He flinched slightly at this new sensation then watched in fascination as I caught the thin trickle of blood on the end of my finger and raised it to my mouth, allowing the sweet, metallic taste to intoxicate my senses.
Suddenly the slow sensual pace was gone, replaced by the fervent tearing off of clothes and the desperate need for satisfaction. As he picked me up and carried me to the bed the sound of the telephone broke into my almost delirious mind.
‘I must get it’ I sighed, ’it’s the receptionist and if I don’t answer she’ll come to see if I’m alright’
‘ Ok!’ he whispered putting me down on the edge of the desk ‘But be quick!’
‘Hello!’ I answered picking up the hand set and trying to sound as professional as possible.
‘Oh hi its Miranda - just to let you know Mr Torres has arrived for his thigh massage’
‘Yes I know’ I replied closing my eyes at the delicious trail his lips are creating on my skin, ‘I’m attending to him now!’
‘Oh no not that one’ Miranda answered officiously ‘That’s Miguel Torres he’s your 3.30 shoulder massage! I’m talking about Fernando Torres your 3 o clock appointment - he’s a bit late, says he’s really sorry!!’
‘Tell him its ok - I must have got the wrong Mr Torres’ I sighed replacing the receiver as Miguel demonstrated quite emphatically that I most definitely hadn’t!!
Pau– Funfair, helium balloons and Silva.
I was having a blast at Edinburgh´s annual funfair. Everything was just perfect, the weather not to cold, my kickettes and I having an amazing time together. Even when we have gone to the funfair with a different goal (stalking the Spanish ballers) we were having an amazing time together.
Everything had happened so fast! One day I was checking Kickette as usual when I saw the new post:
Spanish ballers spot all around Edinburgh!
I immediately grab the phone and I called everyone! Pavi, Ali, Steph, Gina, Lucy, Freya, MG, VB, Laura, Venice, Malin and MXA! Next thing we are all meeting each other in King´s Cross to start our 4 hour journey to Edinburgh! We have such a great time, but when we hit Princess Street we were very alert, pretty soon we realized we were been ridiculous so we just start having fun..
We were disusing if Olalla had or not a boob job when a sexy tall blond guy approach us and with a perfect English he asked Freya, Lucy and Malin to go with him in a beach walk..
- You are Fernando Torres!! – Screamed Freya and Lucy at the same time. Malin was about to faint..
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He smiled and assent,
-I noticed you are wearing my jersey so I thought maybe you will enjoy it
Before you could even say “Niño” Freya, Lucy and Malin had disappear with Nando.
We were shocked! But still the girls and I managed to have lots of fun.
-Oh my! - I say- Is that Whoreida???
And Yes! She was, using nothing but a 90´s bikini even when the weather wasn’t THAT warm. You could spot her nasty legs from 10 yards, and she was..
- Flirting with The Ramos! – Ali say!
- We cant aloud this Ali- answer Pavi!
The two friends grab each other by the arm and with a determined walk they approach The Ramos and scare away Whoreida. The Ramos who is actually a pretty shy person was very grateful with Ali and Pavi so he asked them to join him in lunch.
The rest of us look at each other and laugh. We continue walking and gossiping, when Steph trip with a boy. He smiled at her and apologize. Steph was mute, it was Bojan!
Bojan continue walking but he turned to look Steph he winked and with his head he point to the “Mirror House”
-Excuse me – Steph said before following Bojan.
Suddenly Mr Xabi Alonso (yes! Mr Xabi Alonso!) Appear in front of us
-excuse me, lovely ladies, would you be interested in buying tickets for lotto? The first price is a romantic dinner with.. – suddenly Xabi shout up and gave an intense look to MXA, whom instantly blush.
- with who, Xabi?- I asked, and everyone giggled
-with ah.. oh.. sorry, Raul- he answer with his eyes still stick on MXA- excuse me what´s your name?
MXA smiled, took him by the arm, and as she walk away with him she simply say you can call me MXA..
-well girls that leaves.. where are you going?- I start laughing when I saw Laura, MG and Venice were going in the same direction MXA and Xabi have gone..
- A romantic dinner with TOH? Are you kidding we must buy all the ticket available!- answer Venice..
Gina, VB and I exchange looks and we continue walking around the funfair who was huge and very crowded..
-Villa.. were the hell is Villa- said Gina
- I know- replied VB- everyone has meet her fav ballers but us!..
I was so happy that I haven’t think about him, David Silva. I had met him a few weeks ago, after a Valencia- Chelsea match in Stamford Bridge, I was sitting in first row and If you ask me what happened there I can´t answer, my eyes were staring at Silva the entire match, and I must say he maybe notice it because when the match ended he went where I was sit and offer me his jersey.. I was petrified. And the idea of seeing him today was so marvelous I didn’t want to think about it…
-Look! Helium balloons!- exclaimed Gina, - are you thinking what I am thinking?
We ran like little kids to the balloons stand and started to make funny voices.
-say it Gina- VB say between laughs
-ok!- Gina inhale some helium from the balloons and with that particular voice start- I want to lick Villa´s hip dips.. jajajaja
We were laughing so hard we didn’t notice the gorgeous tan man that was standing behind us, carrying a little girl..
- Ok you can lick them, but not in front of Zaida- the man laugh
VB open her mouth of surprise but couldn´t say anything, Gina was about to die there..
- No! I mean oh stupid helium voice- Gina start to say, but in fact the helium effect hadent pass so she still had that funny voice-
- Let us invite you and Zaira an icecream- snap VB, pulling embarrassed Gina and Villa to the closest Ben and Jerry´s stand..
I stood there and laugh, but suddenly I felt lonely.
I started walking round the funfair, when I saw a huge mechanic ride, being as lonely as I was I decided to have a little of fun by myself, so I purchased myself a ticket and I got in line. When it was my turn to get in I realized I was going to seat with someone else so I got a little uncomfortable..
-sorry ´mam- the man in charge of the ride give me a sorrow look- but there is someone in the VIP line, so I have to pass him before, you don’t mind sitting with him, or you prefer to wait to next turn?
- Excuse me sir – a soft voice said- but I think you should let the lady enjoy the ride with me.
David Silva was standing behind and smiling in a way that made my knees tremble.
I smiled back at him and I sit in the rollercoaster car.
When he sat next to me, I whisper to his ear
- I am sure I´ll enjoy the ride.
Ali- Villa, Disneyland, and (fire) torch.
It was your typical magical day. Birds sang, children laughed, and frazzled parents adjusted their fanny packs. All was well in Disneyland...or so it seemed. Deep in the depths of Space Mountain, I (who was there for as yet unknown reasons) stumbled upon the ruler of Disneyland, Senor David Villa, who was finally rising after passing out from a month long post-Euro victory bender. He was bleary eyed and wearing only a pair of golden boots. In his hand he clutched a crumpled note from his wife. "Read this note to me!" he commanded and caught up in his aura of magical power I immediately complied.
The note read:
Dear David,
After watching your unrequited man love for Fernando Torres during the Euro's and then waiting for a month for you to return home I could not take it anymore. I fear your duties for Valencia and your country as well as being ruler of Disneyland is taking too much of a toll on our relationship. I have taken baby Z and moved back with my parents.
Good bye.
A bit surprised by the state of his affairs, Senor Villa gave me a moody glare and and sent me off to find him some proper clothes. The first person I came across was Tarzan and after some begging was able to purloin his loin cloth. Moodily Villa went striding off to the Cinderella castle in his classy, leather manwrap while I attempted to help Tarzan cover himself with discarded cotton candy.
David's moody glares were so intense that the day became stormy and thunder and lightening began to flash through the sky. His Disneyland minions knew that all was not well and quickly made their way to the castle to await their leader. As he arrived they began to chant:
"Master, Master of..Sex Education."
As that didn't seem to be cheering him up they switched their chant to
"Hip Dip God, Hip Dip God!"
"Silence", he yelled!
Everyone quickly became silent except for Sebastien who just never knows when to be quiet.
"Master Senor Villa," he said. "Unfortunately, because you no longer have a Master-ess you can't really tell us what to do anymore. According to the ancient laws, you must have a wife or all your power will be gone."
Having lost his clothes, wife, and daughter all at the same time Villa could not bear the thought of losing Disneyland too. He ran to the dungeons to wallow in despair. As he lay in the steamy dungeon, the many torches flickering light over the sweat running down his chest and chiseled hip dips, he heard the sound of metal clanking.
He looked over and saw a beautiful lady chained to the wall with handcuffs. Her beauty was so great that he was struck speechless and could do nothing but stare at her moodily.
Once he was done with all that staring, he released her, and they embraced. No words were necessary, they knew they were meant to be.
And so Villa found a new wife, whom he would later affectionately call his Gina Pina. They were married in a lovely wedding with watermelon wedding cake. At the wedding Tarzan came up to me and thanked me for helping him with his wardrobe earlier. We had both come alone so he asked me to be his date and I soon learned his full name was Tarzan Beds. ;)
David Villa and Gina Pina ruled Disneyland for many years, Baby Z came to stay with them every other weekend and some holidays, and we all lived happily ever after. The End!
Blue_Skyz- Raul, on a plane, black satin gloves.
(this story is inspired by MG’s ‘sport’ massage and Pau’s SBAers reunion – and apologies for bringing one non-Spanish baller – I couldn’t help it – Joaquin no longer does it for me and the others were taken… hehehe)
That morning we were on our way back to Madrid. The team was in the mood to celebrate Spain’s World Cup win aboard the plane, despite the fact that most of us were still nursing hangovers from the party last night.
It was getting dark outside, and everyone seemed to be (finally) resting – it was a long flight from Johannesburg.
I glanced around the cabin and smiled after seeing all my friends sleeping blissfully next to their Spanish ballers.
The Spanish Football Association really, really liked their famous website – the SBA - and as a token of appreciation, the bosses decided to give the girls a special spot in the Spanish National team entourage during the World Cup. And they were clearly having the time of their lives!
*
At the front of the cabin, I could see Callie snuggling up with Iker – they look so cute together!
Venice and Raul were sitting next to them… hang on… where’s Raul? He must be looking for some cookies.
Not far away – MXA was resting her head on her true love’s shoulders – Xabi.
Bojan Krkić - who missed Euro 2008 – I’ve never seen him so happy since he started hanging out with Steph.
Poor Laura and Erin – they’re sitting not far away from drunkety –drunk–drunk Pepe, who was snoring loudly. They must be missing Dan Agger and Stevie G.
Nando was falling fast asleep in his seat – he’s sitting in between Malin and Lucy – that guy just can’t make up his mind… I’d definitely give him a slap if he ever breaks their hearts!
Speaking of a trio: El Ramos was hugging both Ali and Pavi!
I was so scared that they would have some uncomfortable moments during the World Cup.
But Sergio was more than happy to share his charms around.
Well – those trios are not the most complicated scenarios…
Gina - who always had eyes on David Silva - suddenly decided to switch to the other David – Villa - after seeing him sunbathing with Villa Baby (VB). She fainted upon the sight of David’s hip dips.
What a simple girl – you think? Hohoho…
Tell you what –if you look closely you could see that David Villa was handcuffed to his seat (courtesy of Gina), with VB and Gina resting on his shoulders. The poor boy must be so exhausted - judging from the amount of watermelon seeds on his shirt.
And, what happened to dear Silva? The heartbroken Silva… lucky Pau was there to comfort him. It seemed that he was falling for her. I heard he’s already making plans to go to Mexico.
Just across from my seats, Moongirl was just resting her head on Miguel’s lap… I’m so glad Moongirl could get time off her private clinic in Madrid – without her help, we wouldn’t be able to keep the team to as fit as they are.
*
It was really hard work being part of the medical team for a team of ballers. After a season with Real Madrid, my boss dragged me to join his medical team for the Spanish National Team.
Yeah, yeah – you’d think it would be nice having all these hot ballers waiting to get their massage or check-up. Just wait until one of them turned up with a suspicious rash and there goes the hotness.
And after a while – I just got so used to them – I don’t even bat an eyelash anymore.
But that’s before I met Christoph – well… Metze.
Ooh – dear Metze - I’m so worried about him – it must be so hard losing the final game to Spain – again. He had his fair share of being mocked when he returned to practice at Real after the Euro finished.
But he told me not to worry as we parted at the airport this morning – he had to go back to Berlin for the team parade. After a long kiss, he gave me a box containing a pair of gorgeous black satin gloves.
He said, “Hope these ones are nearly as nice as your Grandma’s.”
He smiled warmly and was looking so lovely without that horrendous beard.
I lost the gloves that my late Nan gave me after a stupid airline misplaced my luggage several months ago. Those gloves reminded me of my Nan a lot and I was upset that they were lost.
But I didn’t expect Metze to remember such a little detail.
I gave him another long kiss, stroked his face, and said “Thanks – I love them… I’ll miss you terribly.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he said, holding me closer with his strong arms.
I sighed as he breathed in my hair, and said “Please send my regards to Malte and your family, OK?”
We hugged for a while before we had to board our planes.
*
I stroked the black satin gloves and kept thinking about Metze… until I heard some noises from the nearest lavatory.
Straight away – I looked for Malin and Nando – but they were still asleep.
Then I heard a quiet sobbing…
Worried that the person was hurt, I knocked on the door.
The sobbing stopped and a weak voice answered, “Just a minute, please.”
I recognized that voice – “Raul?? Are you OK?”
How the heck did he manage to slip away from Venice, I thought. She’s been taking great care of him ever since he injured his right knee in the quarterfinals.
The door opened, and Raul was in a really bad state… you could see that he had put on a brave face for the team for too long and now he was such a mess.
“Do you happen to have some cookies? I really need them now,” he said.
“Raul – no – you ate every single one on the plane. Enough with the cookies. Let’s just get back to our seats and we’ll figure something out.”
He nodded weakly and we headed to my seats since there was lots of empty space around it.
“Are you having a headache or stomachache now?” I asked.
“Just a bit of a headache… but… be honest with me… will I be able to play again after the knee surgery?” he asked me with a very worried look on his face.
“Raul – the doctors said the injury is not that serious, but you’ll need time to recover. Don’t worry – you’ll be able to play again.”
He breathed deeply and there was a sign of slight relief on his face.
Then he said, “So you really don’t have a cookie? It will make me feel better… seriously.”
I feel like smacking him in the head, but I feel a bit sorry for him – the man just couldn’t help himself.
If only there is such a thing as Addiction to Cookie Rehabilitation, we would definitely put him in the intensive program.
“No – Raul. You do know that Venice is worried sick about you not eating anything but cookies lately. Tell you what… I’ll give you a quick head and neck massage to help you relax, OK?”
So I started massaging his head, starting from the top towards his neck.
He started to relax a bit and I was admiring his long eyelashes - before he gazed into my eyes with those deep, brown eyes.
I had to admit that Raul’s eyes are mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but feel attracted to those eyes.
Well - he’s TOH (The Original Hottie) after all.
But it’s so wrong – I’m falling madly for Metze and Raul is with Venice.
“Erm… Raul… why don’t you close your eyes, it will help you relax,” I said quickly – I could feel the heat creeping towards my cheeks.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he replied.
OK – this just won’t do – I thought.
“Raul – I don’t want to get into trouble with Venice… so I’m just going to cover your eyes with these, OK?” I said – showing him the black satin gloves.
Before he could reply, I just tied one of the gloves to cover his eyes and just about to continue the massage.
Suddenly I sensed that someone was approaching us…
*
Raul was clearly enjoying his shoulder massage, “Hey – I could really get used to this you know.”
Then he removed the glove… and there was Pepe… just centimeters away from his face.
“Ay – mi amor… you like my massage? MWWAHHH!” Pepe planted a big sloppy kiss on Raul – he was clearly still a bit drunk.
“ARRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Get away from meeeeeee!!!” Raul screamed in horror – shoving frisky Pepe away.
Raul scrambled to the corner of his seat – his face was pale white. The whole cabin was awake and everyone was staring at us.
“MWAHUAHAHAH… mission accomplished then,” laughed Pepe – giving me a quick wink, “He’s no longer feeling sad.”
Lucy – Police station, salad tongs and Cesc.
Cesc and I were having a house warming BBQ to celebrate our moving in together. He had bought us a swanky apartment in London and me a tres expensive engagement ring. I accepted it on the condition that for as long as we live, he would never, ever wax his forearms or legs, but especially his forearms, again. And so on the morning of our BBQ I had my arm wrapped around his as we strolled round our local Tescos looking for last minute supplies. We made sure we had plenty of sausages, burgers and buns and bought the salad in packs since we were feeling lazy. We also got some solid metal salad tongs because we didn't have any. Then we hit the alcohol aisle.
Twenty minutes later with our trolley now ladened down with mainly booze (Pepe and MXA were invited after all), we made our way to the car. At that moment, a chavvy looking youth approached Cesc proclaiming to be a fan. This happened all the time, especially in places like supermarket car parks, so Cesc chatted to the boy for a bit whilst I started to load the boot up. Suddenly out of nowhere, a second chav appeared and quickly grabbed a load of six packs from the trolley. Before I could shout anything, the first chav had pushed Cesc, also grabbed some packs, and ran after his friend. The next part happened so fast... Cesc angrily grabbed the pair of salad tongs from the trolley and threw it after the boys.
'Cesc! Nooo!' I screamed - they were metal! I was impressed at his manly leap into action but scared at the potential damage! Naturally though, his aim was very good and the tongs caught the first boy running in the neck. He toppled over whilst crying out. The second ran straight into him and he too fell over, quite nastily. Cesc quickly ran across to retrieve the tong evidence, but a crowd was already forming, and even in his baseball cap and shades some people were already whispering about 'that footballer' and his 'rather attractive girlfriend'. I was tempted to correct them by flashing the rock on my finger, but since we were standing over two injured boys with Cesc brandishing a metal weapon in his hand, I decided it was not the time. I looked down and saw more blood than I cared to see and shuddered, rooted to the spot in shock.
Half an hour later, Cesc and I were at the police station explaining ourselves. Well actually it was Cesc who had to explain himself - throwing a metal implement at someone is a serious offence! Especially since the boy had to have stitches to the back of his neck. Cesc was shocked, angry and upset all at the same time and even cried a little in that way he does. I gently rubbed his back as he admitted his Spanish temper had got the better of him. As luck would have it, the police officer was a huge Arsenal fan and after Cesc offered to sign his Arsenal shirt and get him a season ticket, he was let off with just a mild caution. After all, the chav assaulted Cesc and then had stolen from us!
The BBQ that evening went ahead as planned and turned out to be mucho fun, even though I had to get Cesc his salad for him because he thought seeing the tongs again would make him too mad. I made a note of this and kept them in my bedside drawer for future use - he was irresistibly hot when angry.
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