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117. Unexpected companion
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The Bet 118. Elders entertainment
“Please stop, Mike. I've had enough. We are all adults.” As she spoke, she raised her head from her companion's shoulder.“Yes, we worked so hard with Patrick, I had to catch up with some urgent matters. Luke can't pull a few jobs himself.” She admitted. ”We only slept for a few hours. As far as I know, Matthew and Jack were extremely busy too. So could you just shut up, please?”“I don't understand your aggression.” Mike announced in a completely calm tone.“We are all tired! What don't you understand here?”“Your aggression.”“What aggression are you talking about? I am tired and so are the rest of us. We want to take a nap for an hour or two, then switch with Jack and Matt. Is that clear enough?”“If you are not tired, you should drive then, man.” Patrick suggested.“Anyone, but not him.” Matthew interrupted.“Why not?” Patrick was irritated, not only by Mike's presence but also his attitude.“The next four hours in the car will become six or seven at best.” Matthew tried to explai
The Bet 119. Tourist attractions
“Wow!!! What an amazing view!” Patrick couldn’t hide his excitement when he saw the Château de Fontaine-Henry.“Watch the road, Pat!” Jo reacted to his distraction and lack of concentration. He had just replaced Jack behind the wheel a few minutes ago.“Stunning!”“As I said.” She told him the previous evening that they were going to the most beautiful places in Normandy, but it seemed like he didn’t take her words seriously. “Wait till you see Mont Saint Michel.”“Yes, man. Jo is right. Wait until the evening.” Matthew agreed as he loved the place they were heading to.As soon as Patrick parked, he jumped out of the car and started nervously looking for something in the trunk.“What are you looking for?” Jack wanted to help him.“Jo’s camera. I would like to take a few shots of these amazing places with those heavy, but photogenic clouds, before it starts raining.”“I have it in the back, here.” Matthew pulled a huge backpack with photographic equipment. “I also brought mine, if you
The Bet 120. Journey's destination
They chose the coastal road. It was longer, but they had the opportunity to admire the typical, local Normandy landscapes. Just after seven o’clock, they reached their destination.“Here we are!” Jo was happy that she could stretch her legs out of the car.“Where are we? Where is this wonderful Mont Saint Michel?” Mike began to grunt before he even got out of the car.“Have mercy, man!” Patrick couldn’t calmly tolerate his harshness and comments anymore. He was glad that Jack and Matthew slept over the trip from the chateau, so he had to be quiet most of the route.They were standing right in front of a big gate. Along the road, only weeds, tall hedges, and trees were visible. Jo was talking to someone on the phone in French.After a while, the gate opened. As far as their eyes went, all they could see was a grove of huge trees."You can drive in and park the car, Pat. We'll go on our feet to ventilate and breathe in the fresh air.” As she said, she started walking down the road throu
The Bet 121. Justice
“I don’t mind sleeping on the sofa in the living room. I just need some sheets and a blanket.” Mike didn’t see a problem with that. He realized that he couldn’t count on Matthew this time.His best buddy was furious as he was the cause that they didn’t catch a direct flight to Paris the previous night and spent it at some small airport.That was all his fault as he was the one to choose cheaper tickets; in fact, he chose the first-best flights from the browser without even analyzing them, but he couldn't admit it.The trip was supposed to be a stress-free connecting flight. He didn’t even check the time they needed to catch the other flight and didn’t consider the possibility of any delays.They were stuck for a night in a shit hole airport, with no decent hotels around. There was no chance of staying in any place with minimum comfort. And all this was because of him.Mike wasn’t busy at work, so he willingly offered to help and find flights for them. He knew that Matthew didn’t like
The Bet 122. Spontaneous revenge
“Good idea! Why not?” Matthew got up from the sofa, went to the coffee table, poured a glass of cognac, put an icecube in, and then made another glass the same way. He walked over and handed one to Mike and took the other for himself."Enjoy your drink, man." Mike didn't know how to react. He took over the glass, even though he felt that he had had enough alcohol for today. He was already drunk.Matthew continued to stare at him, slowly sipping the contents of his glass. After a while, he left it on the table and gracefully walked towards the piano. He theatrically bowed to his audience.Even though he knew his friend was already drunk, he felt somewhat betrayed.Patrick cheered at the sight of him. He made a place for him on a huge stool as he hoped they would play a four-handed piece together."Can I practice alone for a while?" Matthew asked with a mischievous smile. Patrick nodded, as he could understand that he wanted to warm his hands. He already did that when they arrived, for
The Bet 123. Stubborn freak
Mike was awakened by noises outside his bedroom. We could hear loud conversations in the corridor. Someone was banging on his room door. It took him a while before he began to understand what was happening.“We are going running, man. We're waiting for you downstairs.” He recognized Matthew's voice.He couldn't remember how last night had ended or how he had gotten to his room, much less to bed.‘Damn it! What happened the previous night?’ He wondered as he felt so terrible. He didn't remember drinking much, and yet he had a hangover. He had drunk a lot more than once, but his head wasn't that heavy.Mike considered himself a tough guy. Besides, he came here willingly with three tough guys and he had to keep up with them, so despite great difficulty, he managed to get up.‘My head! Fuck! I shouldn’t drink…’ Hu cursed.He dragged himself into Matthew's room to use his shower. He decided to leave the shaving for later. Somehow he managed to find running shoes and clothes in the suitcase
The Bet 124. An accident
The guys met outside the house and were waiting for Mike, who they hoped would not show up. They began warming up their muscles in silence. They were in pretty good shape despite having a rather short sleep.Eventually Mike showed up, much to their disappointment. He joined them in their warm-up, despite his headache.“So let's go!” Jack suggested. “I only have a small change of plans.” He added when he started a gentle jog towards the garage.“Fine…” Mike muttered under his breath, firmly squeezing the bottle with the liquid in his hand. He had to survive the next hour and he will be fine. With that thought, he followed them slowly.After a few minutes they were among tall coniferous trees, in a mini line park. This place was intended for children, but there was also exercise equipment for adults."The owner of the house asked us to check and test this place. He wants to know if the place is safe. He made it not only for his seven-year-old nephew, but also for the entire male part of
The Bet 125. Apriopriate treatment
As soon as Jo realized what had happened, she lost her good mood. ‘It was predictable! Will this asshole ever grow up?’ She cursed under her breath. She felt guilty about letting him come out of the house in such a bad shape at all. She blew into Mike's bedroom, without even knocking the door beforehand, like a hurricane with a destructive force. She was ready to deal properly with her rebellious, bullish friend and all his faults, who tried to disguise from her the fact that he had sprained his leg. The image she saw right after opening the door made her feel sick, as she predicted. She was truly disgusted. Mike's hair was still wet after the shower, and his face was perfectly shaved. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, perfectly ironed, and baggy khaki cargo pants. He was sitting on the bed with his left leg propped up on the bed. His pants were rolled up as he was bandaging his ankle. On the bed, she also noticed a tube of very strong painkiller ointment. “What a fucking as
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The Bet 133. Under control
“We already had dinner; Martin took care of our meals today.” Jack informed them.“Good guy! He also brought food for us.” Patrick realized that they had such a good time that he didn't even call and thank them for the catering. “I should call and at least say thank you.”“I already did that. We will have the catering all week.”“Sounds good, but I wish I could make use of the kitchen here too.” Patrick had some plans.“Why don't you spend your holidays far away from the kitchen? There are so many beautiful places to visit around. Besides, I'll take care of Mike.” Jack really wished that they would have a good time.“We cannot burden you with caring for him. We have to get a nurse tomorrow. And you should travel with us.”Jack was glad to hear that he wouldn't have to babysit Mike even though that one didn’t cause him any problems throughout the day. He had a great time with the bunch of big kids, and he wanted to spend some time traveling around too.Besides, his boss had clearly mar
The Bet 132. Boring day
Jo was extremely happy to see the hammock outside in the beautiful surroundings. She immediately started walking towards it.Behind her were Patrick and Matthew. When they made sure that she was comfortable, they started to unpack and unfold the garden furniture.In the next half an hour, they had dealt with most of the setting up. The patio immediately changed its face to an elegant and, above all, a comfortable place to relax. A few wooden deck chairs with a low table and umbrellas were placed near the swimming pool.The guys also put a long wooden table with eight chairs under an electric marquise, parallel to the glass wall of the villa and of course near the kitchen and dining room doors.“The table looks so good!” Jo commented from the hammock.“I feel like I am on a boat.” Matthew joked.“The owner loves sailing, so you are right. Only the wooden steering wheel is missing.” Jo laughed. She also noticed so many things related to marine life.“A wooden steering wheel sounds good.
The Bet 131. Unexpected inconvenience
”Are you worrying about Mike?” Patrick asked, seeing consternation and some kind of sadness on Jo’s face.“No, I am not worried about that asshole. He deserved it.”“Nobody deserves anything like this, badass.”“That’s not what I meant.”Patrick looked at her expecting some more explanations.“He shouldn't have gone out with you the previous day. He knew it perfectly well, so it was one hundred percent his fault. So, in that sense, he deserves it.”“I agree, but still, he is a man. You don’t understand male pride, badass.”“I understand him more than you can imagine. It’s just his fucking character.”“All of us, we have ‘interesting’ personalities, badass. For most of the people around us, we are assholes.”“I am not questioning it, Pat.” She hesitated for a moment. “But this fucking macho is one of his kind...”Patrick was speechless. He couldn’t argue with that. While he had a lot of understanding of the people around him, Mike was still a special case to him. But still he tolerated
The Bet 130. A blow
Right after breakfast, Jack took Mike to the clinic. The atmosphere instantly relaxed inside the villa. They were still sitting at the kitchen table with tea and French pastries and discussing how to teach their dear friend a lesson.“You are a poor teacher, Matt.” Jo said, very disappointed with her friend. “These pancakes are awful.” She winced as she ate, wondering where Mike went wrong with that very simple task.“Am I really a poor teacher?” Matthew mocked in a slurping voice. “Or maybe our friend is a bad student? Did you consider that?”“Could we leave aside his cooking skills, guys?” Patrick exclaimed. “The main thing is that the guy can cook, so he will not die of hunger. That’s what matters!”“Really? Did you try that?” Jo pointed at the pancake.“No, and I'm not going to. I watched the anguish when Jack was consuming it. In general, he is not very picky about food so it must be eatable.”“Well, you have to try it.” Jo wanted to force him and put a piece of pancake on a fork
The Bet 129. A bitter morning
Mike was the first to get up. He was not able to accept ‘the doing nothing’ state and being attached to one place, to his bed, any longer.Slowly, without making any noise, he trodded downstairs. It wasn't too complicated with the help of crutches.He found the perfect order and plenty of food in the kitchen.‘These stocks were made, probably with me in mind. They want to leave me again." He assumed looking at the refrigerator full to the brim.He decided to prepare something for everyone. His skills were far from Matthew's, but after all, he could prepare something nonetheless.He made pancakes, and a typical continental breakfast: fried bacon, sausages, black pudding, some stewed mushrooms and tomatoes. He also made a smoothie out of whatever greens he could find in the refrigerator.“Good morning!” Patrick’s voice disrupted his work on the fruit salad.“Good morning.” He wasn’t happy to see him. “Did you sleep well, man?” Mike asked ironically. He really wanted to ask if he had goo
The Bet 128. Existential meditation
Mike felt much better after a nutritious lunch. There was no sign of a hangover; the only thing that bothered him, even after strong painkillers, was the ache in his ankle.He was changing the ice packs, and putting on more anti-inflammatory creams, but it didn’t help much. As soon as he was trying to put his foot flat on the floor, he saw ‘all the stars in the sky’ from pain.He didn't know if he would trigger the alarm again by opening the bedroom door, and he didn't feel like testing it.He went out onto the terrace a few times, but it was too hot to stay there.‘Why do I have to sit alone, in a deserted place like that?’ He thought. ‘I didn't have to travel so many kilometers to be accompanied only by empty walls. Did I?’ He wondered looking around the empty room.‘It is no different from my everyday life. Should holidays be like that? Do I deserve it?’ Hundreds of thoughts swirled in his head.Despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t sleep. There was no TV in the room, and watching mo
The Bet 127. Redemption
Mike was lying on his stomach with his head covered with a pillow, asking the heavens for silence. He had never imagined in his life that he would ask for such trivial things. He didn't know for how long he prayed, but he was at the end of his tether. Even if he wanted to leave the house to relocate somewhere in the garden or on the terrace, to not hear the alarm, he was not able to move that far jumping only on his uninjured leg.‘I know it's my fault, but why doesn't Jo have any pity on me? I always thought that she was an angel with a golden heart, but why is she heartless now?’ He made assumptions. ‘She knows I have a goddamn hangover. Plus, I smashed my ankle. Isn't it enough punishment for me to be here, in the middle of nowhere, alone?’Mike thought about so many things looking for a solution and he was really desperate. Finally, some clue appeared in his sore brain. He recalled that when Jo was taking a shower, there was absolutely no noise outside, so there must have been g
The Bet 126. Painful lesson
Mike was really pissed off. He screwed up his vacation, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to accept and bear with it. As soon as he heard that the car drove away, he got up and jumped on one leg to his suitcase, and pulled out clothes which would be less obstructive in his general movements like, a loose T-shirt and short cotton shorts. He hung his ironed clothes on the armchair standing next to the bed. He returned to the bed and unwrapped the bandage. His ankle didn't look the best. The hematoma was visible on the entire surface of his ankle, despite the already quite large swelling. Considering the state of his injury, he was sure that the best solution after all was to stay at home. He lied down, tipping from side to side impatiently for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. Too many thoughts swirled in his aching head. He got up and decided to change the atmosphere of the semi-dark room a bit. ‘Damnit! It's so dark here!' He muttered under his breath and opene
The Bet 125. Apriopriate treatment
As soon as Jo realized what had happened, she lost her good mood. ‘It was predictable! Will this asshole ever grow up?’ She cursed under her breath. She felt guilty about letting him come out of the house in such a bad shape at all. She blew into Mike's bedroom, without even knocking the door beforehand, like a hurricane with a destructive force. She was ready to deal properly with her rebellious, bullish friend and all his faults, who tried to disguise from her the fact that he had sprained his leg. The image she saw right after opening the door made her feel sick, as she predicted. She was truly disgusted. Mike's hair was still wet after the shower, and his face was perfectly shaved. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, perfectly ironed, and baggy khaki cargo pants. He was sitting on the bed with his left leg propped up on the bed. His pants were rolled up as he was bandaging his ankle. On the bed, she also noticed a tube of very strong painkiller ointment. “What a fucking as
