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Subject: {ASSM} Impossible Dreams 8/8 (Romantic Comedy, MF, cons, interr, rom, slow)
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Date: Tue, 31 May 2005 17:10:05 -0400
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Impossible Dreams
A romantic comedy about a basketball legend and a dancer.
Copyright (c) 2005, Bingain (MF, cons, interr, romance, very
slow)

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Chapter 8

Lauren hadn't been so exhaustive in many years. The moment she
collapsed on Rick's chest after another explosive orgasm, she
nearly passed out. For the next half hour or so, all she could
hear was the panting and breathing from herself and Rick.

"I think I can still walk," Rick said, weakly, while running his
fingers on Lauren's still sweaty skin.

"I don't give a damn," Lauren said, also weakly. "I don't think I
can."

"Hey," Rick said after his weak laugh.

"Huh?"

"Did you see what I said at the end of the interview with
Michelle Tetra?"

"No, I didn't," Lauren said. "I was either talking with Vanessa
on the phone or was watching Heber Green and Charlie Brown. What
did you say?"

"Damn," Rick said. "I have to ask them for a tape."

"What did you say?"

"I said I love you."

"Did you?" Lauren said, smiling and adjusting her position so she
could see his face. "And who was that 'you'?"

"You, of course," Rick said, quaking.

"Show me the tape," Lauren said, smiling. "I don't trust you."
She lowered her face and began licking his chest.

"Okay."

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"I know Charlie Brown does not talk objectively," she said. "But
do we really have a chance against the Sonics?"

"Very slim, honey," Rick said slowly. "It's a miracle for the
Sonics this year. If you split the Sonics roster apart, they are
just good players, not great players. Of course except Tim Fowl
and Kevin Magnet. But putting them together, and under the
leadership of Tim Fowl, they have become a super-team. It's very
hard to beat them at the level they're playing now."

"Then how are you going to kick Tim Fowl's butt?"

"Well," Rick said. "We have to steal games from them. We have to
try to make it a fast tempo game so they don't feel comfortable.
We may have to let Tim score, but put pressure on the other guys
and hope they will become silent. Make it a two man game. Tim may
be better than me, but if I can drop a three when he puts up a
two, then we may win the game. If we can steal enough games,
we'll be the champion."

Lauren let out a sigh. "What do you want if you win the
championship?" she said.

"You."

"You already have me."

"Every bit of you."

"You already have them, silly."

"A honeymoon?"

"Are you proposing?"

"Will you, if I am?"

"Nah," Lauren said. "I don't know. Damn, stop it. It tickles.
Okay, okay, I'll think about it."

"Will you marry me?"

"I'll think about it," Lauren said. "Wait. Is that a real
proposal?"

"Yeah. Will you marry me?"

"I'll think... Where is the ring?"

"Will you?"

"Show me the ring and I'll think about it."

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Can't show."

"Well, buy the ring and talk to me again. You're really a jerk,
an insincere jerk."

"It's underneath the pillow. I can't reach it. You're on top of
me."

"Oh my goodness," Lauren said, giggling. "You're a super-dirty
jerk."

"Okay, one moment," Rick said. He struggled to reach underneath
the pillow while holding Lauren in his other arm. He pulled out a
diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?" Rick said, raising the ring in his hand.

"I'll think about it," Lauren said, smiling.

"Will you marry me?" Rick said again.

"Hmm," Lauren said, smiling. "I still don't know if you really
love me. How can I risk myself?"

"I love you, Lauren. Will you marry me?"

"Say it again."

"I Love you, Lauren. Do you want to be my wife?"

"Put it on my finger."

"That means a yes, right?" Rick said, sliding the ring into her
finger.

"I'll think about it," Lauren said, giggling, while studying the
ring on her finger.

"Do you love me?"

"You know it, silly."

"Do you?"

"Okay," Lauren said, giggling. "I love you, and I'll marry you.
Happy now?"

"Yeah," Rick said, with a wide smile on his face.

"How big is the diamond?" 

"Three carat and eighty," Rick said. "It's from my earring."

"Why use that one?"

"You don't like it?"

"No, but why use that one?"

"It's like a memento," Rick said. "For some strange reason, that
moment you commented about my earring, I mean, the picture in my
mind, is like everlasting."

"Oh," Lauren said, smiling, and still studying her new toy. "So
that's why you use it instead of buying me a new diamond?"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"I like this one," Lauren said, smiling. "You buy a new one for
your earring."

"No more earring," Rick said. "There's another reason."

"Another reason?"

"Yeah. It's like," Rick said. "I think, it's is symbolic. I took
it off my earring and put it on your ring. You know what I mean?"

"It means from now on all diamonds go to my rings?" Lauren said,
giggling.

"Yeah, that too," Rick said, laughing. "And no more earring on
me."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"My earrings," Lauren said, giggling. "Like, Edwardian earrings,
Trellis earrings, Stephanie diamond earrings. You know?"

"Of course," Rick said, laughing.

"I've never been to Europe," Lauren said. "And I've not taken a
vacation for like two years."

"Okay," Rick said, laughing again. "You book? Or I book?"

"I'll book," Lauren said. "I don't trust your taste. I do have
some credit lines."

"Use your new credit card."

"My new credit card?"

"Yeah," Rick said. "The envelop in your drawer."

Lauren laughed. "You are a hopeless dirty ugly gay useless tricky
jerk," she said. "What if I had said no?"

"Don't matter," Rick said. "You'll still use the new credit card,
and one day you will say yes."

Lauren laughed again, and began drum-hitting him in the chest.

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"Oh, my," Vanessa said on the phone. "You have?"

"Yeah," Lauren said, smiling while watching her ring.

"You're hopeless," Vanessa said. "And last time you said you
wouldn't?"

"Well," Lauren said, giggling. "He's a jerk. He had everything
planned and led me into the setup."

Vanessa laughed. "Congratulations," she said. "You're the
silliest bitch I've ever seen."

"You are, too," Lauren said, laughing. "Well, it may take a year
or two, but you're going to be my maid of honor, and I'll buy
white condoms for him."

Vanessa sounded like she was choking as she laughed. "You're the
worst bitch I've ever seen," she said. "Have you told your mom
yet?"

"No," Lauren said, laughing. "I'm going to now. I'm a little
scared."

"Well," Vanessa said. "I'll tell you what. Tell him to transfer
his investment fund account to your name. Show it to your mom.
Tell her you don't care if he runs away."

"You're a bitch of the bitch," Lauren said, laughing.

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Vanessa was sniggering as the kids were participating in a
sponsored shoot around on the floor at Madison Square Garden
prior to the most crucial game of the year. The Knicks were down
two-to-three in the final series. They had to win this home game
or the Sonics would become the champion.

"What're you laughing at, Nessa?" Lauren said.

"Did you watch the sports show on TV last night?"

"No," Laurie said. "Charlie Brown?"

"Yeah," Vanessa said, giggling. "They painted a Rick Hart butt on
a board for Charlie Brown to kiss."

"I thought he had taken it back," Lauren said, laughing. "He
didn't?"

"He insisted he had," Jimmy said. "But the anchor showed him
video segments of him staying firm on his projection that the
Knicks would be swept, until we came back from two-nothing."

Lauren laughed. "So did he kiss the painted ass?" she said.

"No," Vanessa said, laughing. "In the end he banged his head
against the board, and started saying they drew a totally wrong
butt of Rick Hart, said it looked more like a Janet Jackson
butt."

"It's in bikini?"

"No," Jimmy said, laughing. "In Knicks hook shorts."

"Well," Lauren said, laughing. "Charlie Brown is an ass. But it's
fun watching him bullshitting and then the other guys having fun
on him."

"Yeah," Vanessa said, still laughing. "Better than any soap. I
wonder what will he say if we win the championship."

"He's neutral now," Jimmy said. "Even though the spread on the
wagers are still on the Sonics' side. They don't believe Rick can
keep on making more than fifty points a game."

"Yeah," Lauren said. "It's hard. It's like it's Rick against the
entire Sonics."

"I don't get it," Vanessa said. "They say the Sonics would be a
much inferior team without Tim Fowl, and they also say the Knicks
would be crap without Rick Hart. Then why is it that our guys
still can't match up with their guys?"

"Simple," Jimmy said. "Most of the Sonics players are good
players individually, but not good enough to be stars. Putting
them together makes them very good. Kevin Magnet is one of the
best power forwards in the league, so their interior is among the
best. Putting in Tim Fowl fills up all the gaps. I don't like the
way Charlie Brown compares, but I can't argue that our players
are inferior. We need a couple better players to fill in the
gaps. Rick's been doing too much. We practically don't have a
third shooter other than Peanut and Rick. Diesel's again hopeless
in his free throw shootings, so they foul him every time he has
the ball underneath the basket. It's hard." 

"They're coming out now," Lauren said as the arena light dimming
and spot light began illuminating the area the players would come
out.

"Wow," Vanessa said during a time-out. "Rick's really a superman.
Thirty five points and there's still two minutes to go in the
first half."

"He needs this game," Lauren said. "He can't lose this game."

"I think Rick is the only player Tim Fowl has problem guarding,"
Jimmy said. "He's the runner-up for 'Defensive Player of the
Year'.

The crowd chanted thunderously as the Knicks pulled off a 52-47
lead after Rick made another fade away 3-pointer towards the end
of the first half, the biggest lead of the day. Peanut then
slapped the ball away from the Sonics small forward and swung the
ball toward Diesel as he dived into the crowd. The big man threw
the ball to the front court as Rick sprinted forward.  He grabbed
the ball and made a shot at the buzzer as the Sonics point guard
pulled his jersey trying to stop him. The ball went in, but Rick
fell on to the floor, landing on his left wrist. He held his
wrist while twisting on the floor. The crowd's roaring whoop
turned into groan and then into silence. 

Lauren was again on her feet gapping. The Knicks staff went into
the court to check Rick's condition as the referees went to the
scoring table to check the replay and the clock to determine if
the shot was made in time to be counted and if a foul was to be
given to the Sonics point guard. 

Lauren knew Rick was in great pain as she tried to look over all
the heads and shoulders in front of her and surrounding Rick.

"Basket counts," said the broadcaster a little later.
"Fragrant-One, Gary Page."

"How can he shoot the free throws?" Vanessa said, as she saw Rick
still holding his wrist.

"If he can't," Jimmy said. "The Sonics will assign a name of
their choice from our bench to do it."

"He's going to make the free throws," Lauren said, as she watched
Rick walking towards the free throw line.

"Oh, my," Vanessa said. "He's going to shoot the free throws with
one hand?"

"I guess so," Lauren said. "It looks like he can't use his left
hand."

Rick made both free throws with one hand as the crowd chanted. He
then held his left wrist and went into the hallway with staff
surrounding him, and followed by cameramen.

"Do you think he can still play?" Vanessa said.

"I don't know," Lauren said. "They'll have to examine him first."

The crowd still tried to chant for their team without their
emerging star in the third quarter. Rick had not come out of the
dressing room since he went inside at the half. The Sonics had
overcome their deficit and was beginning to pull apart.

The crowd roared and chanted when they saw Rick appeared from the
hallway, with a big pack of ice on his left wrist. He went over
to the bench and started talking with his coach.

"Is he coming in?" Vanessa said.

"Looks like he wants to," Jimmy said. "But I'm not sure. It
depends on what's the doc's conclusion and what the coach
thinks."

"I'd rather he not play," Lauren said. "We can try it again next
year if we lose this year. But if he makes his injury worse, we
may lose more than we want."

"He's coming in," Vanessa said, nudging Lauren.

Rick played with one arm for a few minutes, struggling every time
he tried a drive, and making one three-pointer out of three
attempts, before the Knicks coach called a time-out.

"They're taking him out," Jimmy said, as the crowd turned silent
again.

Lauren watched, with tears in her eyes, as Rick went back into
the dressing room, accompanied by a couple staff, and some
cameramen behind him.

"Are we staying to watch the presentation?" Vanessa said after
the buzzer. The Knicks lost the game by sixteen. The Sonics won
the Championship.

"Well," Lauren said. "He'll still have to come out for the
presentation, and I'll be waiting for him."

"We'll stay with you," Vanessa said, patting her hand. "Will he
get the MVP?"

"No," Jimmy said. "It's always from the winning team. Tim Fowl's
been the Sonics best player in the series, so he's going to be
MVP."

Lauren saw Tim Fowl went over to hug Rick as he came out of the
hallway.

The crowd booed when the NBA commissioner presented the
championship trophy to the Sonics. 

The commissioner then raised a smaller trophy in his hand. "The
MVP of this year's playoffs," he said into the microphone.
"Averaging twenty eight points, seven rebounds, seven assists,
Tim Fowl!"

The crowd booed again, even more louder this time.

Tim Fowl came over to the presenter. "Thanks, Commissioner," he
said. "I can't accept this honor. We win the championship, but I
am not the MVP. Richard Hart is the MVP." He smiled and waved to
the crowd as they cheered, then went back to his teammates who
were clapping hands.

"Is the commissioner going to give Rick the trophy?" Vanessa
said, giggling. The commissioner was still holding the trophy in
his hand. The big screen showed a very embarrassed expression on
his face.

"He can't," Jimmy said, chuckling. "Tim Fowl is not the one to
determine who is the MVP. He's the one to determine."

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Lauren switched the TV to the sports channel when Rick went to
the bathroom. It was Charlie Brown shouting again.

"Okay," he bawled. "Get that board out, and I'll kiss it. But
know what?"

"What?" said Heber Green, chuckling.

"There's no written rule anywhere saying the MVP must be from the
winning team. It's always been the case because a better team
always wins a best-of-seven series, and the best player of the
winning team is usually the best one in the series."

"And?"

"Well," Charlie Brown said. "Had Rick Hart not injured his wrist,
the series will go to a game seven. If that's the case, I'll
still bet on the Sonics, but anything can happen. Rick Hart has
been playing with eight hands and six feet. He's the MVP of the
series, everyone knows it. I mean, even a MVP can't play against
an entire great team like the Sonics, but that's what Rick Hart's
been doing single-handedly. Tim Fowl has the courage and dignity
to admit it. David Steiner doesn't."

"Finally," Heber Green said, smiling. "We share the exact
opinion. You know what I'm thinking now?"

"What?"

"I feel sorry for the players on the other teams," Heber Green
said. "It reminds me of Magic Johnson and Larry Bird. Rick Hart
is going to share the trophy with Tim Fowl for years to come. I
don't know who's going to get more championships, but like you
said, the other teams can go fishing from November to October. If
I were a player wanting a ring, I'll have to join either one of
them, even for free."

"I'll join Rick Hart."

"Why not Tim Fowl?"

"I'll have to play more minutes if I join Tim Fowl," Charlie
Brown said, laughing. "I don't have to lose weight if I join Rick
Hart, and I can play Gameboy while watching him play."


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Written by Bingain
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