Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 20:
Move!
Hikari Karibuchi loved running. And on days where she didn't need to mind anything happening to Georgette Lemare and Sadako Shimohara, all she did was run, run and run some more. Every morning, she took the same route, going through all 20 arrondissements of Paris, passing through old buildings, bridges passing over the Seine, called Sequana in Latin, crossing churches, temples, cafes, restaurants, parks, and casual passers-by walking or driving to work.
All in all, her daily run lasted four hours before she returned home for lunch, served by her big sister and partner, Takami. Afternoons and evenings would be spent doing photography followed by attending either a sports event or a concert or function open to the public. The started at eight and finished by noon, and Hikari paced every run so that she started and finished on time.
"Hikari, you got a message from Jose," Takami said as Hikari walked in, dressed in just a tank top and boyshorts after showering.
"What is it?"
"She's given us the training schedules for the teams. Apparently, the men have a cup match tomorrow against some team from the second division, and it is said that the team they lost to plays next door. All the women are doing are regular training as they don't have matches this week."
"Let me see the schedules." Hikari swiped to see the details.
Men's Team
Monday, February 27th 2017
Training session closed to media
Tuesday, February 28th 2017
Training session closed to media
01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV) - Ooredoo Training Centre
Wednesday, March 1st 2017 - Stade René Gaillard
09:00 PM: Chamois Niortais - Paris Saint-Germain
Coupe de France - Round of 16
Thursday, March 2nd 2017
Training session closed to media
Friday, March 3rd 2017 - Ooredoo Training Centre
01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV)
03:30 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes
Saturday, March 4th 2017 - Parc des Princes
05:00 PM: Paris Saint-Germain - AS Nancy Lorraine
Ligue 1 - Week 28
Sunday, March 5th 2017
Training session closed to media
Women's Team
Monday, February 27th 2017
Training session closed to media
Tuesday, February 28th 2017
Training session closed to media
Wednesday, March 1st 2017
Training session closed to media
Thursday, March 2nd 2017
Training session closed to media
Friday, March 3rd 2017
Training session closed to media
Saturday, March 4th 2017
Training session closed to media
Sunday, March 5th 2017
Training session closed to media
"Jose also says, in this message, that the reason that there is only training for PSG's women is because a number of players are on national team duty. Eve Perisset, Marie-Laure Delie, Amandine Henry and Onema Geyoro play for France, who are mostly made up of Olympique Lyonnais players."
"Lyon are that good huh?" Takami asked.
"Yep, and it seems that they are the bulk of the French women's national team. That's why there are no games this week."
"I wonder what Jose thinks of the international break through..."
"I am just disappointed that Baltland-er, Sweden is not taking part," said Georgette to Sadako as the two girls watched the players practice. In several minutes, Unai Emery would be fielding questions ahead of their Coupe de France tie.
"How so?"
"From what I know, it was the Blagult that eliminated the USA, or Liberion, from defending their Olympic gold medal. Karlsland, or Germany, are the defending champions."
"Sweden are apparently in another tournament. It would be unsurprising for the USWNT to score another win over Germany, given their form after Rio," said Sadako, as they returned to arranging materials insider the cozy confines of the Ooredoo Training Centre. "They've been back to their winning form again and Germany's gonna have it tough."
"However," Georgette said, "I am sure that France will deliver a statement win over England and remind the favorites that they're not as good as they think." A giggle.
"Such confidence..."
"I just realized something, tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Well, I don't really gorge on red meat that often anyway."
"Neither do I, but I think the fried fish is on sale during this time."
"So are the pommes frites. The reason why Shirley and the people in Liberion call our pommes frites, French fries or Gallian fries is because the dish originated in Belgica and northern Gallia, which is here."
"Oh, that explains it really well. I thought Brittania was known for their chips."
"Nope, that was brought over by us. As the story goes, two peers of mine, Isabelle du Monceau de Bergendal and Rosalie de Hemricourt de Grunne often debate on which topping to use on fries. Isabelle, whose family owns a chip shop in London, argues that aioli is the sine qua non of condiments and is irreplaceable. Rosalie is from Etterbeek, near Brussels, and she says that Bicky, a commercially-made mayo blend, is the sauce of the people, with Joppie a close second."
"What about you, Jose?"
"I like mine's ready salted. I don't deal with sauces. They go well with steak, though, so if I have to add something, it must be a carbonnade flammade."
"You weren't kidding when you said Gallians are people of taste and culture. It's true."
"Believe me when I say this: Gallia, Belgica, and Helvetia are the chocolate belt. The best chocolate in the world comes from these three countries. Romagna, is terms of its decadence, has only Nutella to thank." An impish giggle.
"Hey, are you just taking a playful shot at Lucchini? What if she hears you via the cat tracker?" Fortunately, Francesca Lucchini was on assignment helping out the Red Pants in relief back home.
"I don't sense her presence on the other side. She's busy helping her own folks."
"Whew. But try not to sell any of the 501st short, they are a tough act to follow, you know?"
"All in fun, don't be so serious." Jose looked in the distance. "The real serious business in March starts tomorrow for the boys." Thiago Motta, Adrien Rabiot, Marco Verratti, Hatem Ben Arfa and Angel Di Maria sat out this contest, allowing Giovani Lo Celso and Grzegorz Krychowiak to leave an impression against the Ligue 2 outfit.
Georgette and Sadako spent the following evening watching everything work about according to plan for the most part. Niort proved to be a test for Paris, and the inclement weather made the match a crapshoot, evening the playing field and destroying it. But even when it seemed that the match was destined for extra time Paris went on to win the game 2-0 on late goals from Javier Pastore and Edinson Cavani to go with urgent defending for a majority of the contest.
The French women's national team also rallied with late goals in the She Believe Cup, with Wendie Renaud scoring a winner in the fifth minute of second half stoppage time for a 2-1 win over England. The only minus was that Monaco also won, defeated Marseille 4-3 in a back-and-forth shootout that went into extra time.
But the highlight of the night came during the quarterfinal draw. "In the draw, the team out of the pot...US Avranches of the Championnal National. And their opponent...Paris Saint-Germain!" exclaimed the presented.
Georgette, clad in just her regular underwear with blue straps and bows, hugged a glomping Sadako, who was in a shirt and shorts and side-tie panties. "They're heading to my place, Sada!" exclaimed Jose, sprouting her ears and tail in happiness. "They're heading to my place!"
"Is it that close to Barenton?" asked Sadako.
"Barenton is 45 minutes away from Avranches. They are in the same Manche department. And, they are my designated home team as a result."
"Do you support them, though?"
A finger to her lips and a wink. "I want them to do well, just not against our boys!"
"Diplomacy. That's why being your woman is the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
"To be fair, I would have loved to take on Strasbourg instead because the desserts in the Alsace are supposed to be incomparable."
"Racing aren't very good at converting all their kicks, though."
"Blood and thunder, that's what they say about tournaments like this. It takes a different type of player and team to progress very far and win it all."
The cat tracker meowed. "Nyaaaawwrw!" On cue, the monitor showed Gundula Rall, Waltrud Krupinski and Edytha Rossman eating steak-frites while having some spiced hot cider. "Good early morning, both of you," Commander said, waving. "How are you!"
"C...Commander, good early morning but we are underdressed!" Jose quickly drabbed a PSG track jacket to cover herself. "Really, Commander, you shouldn't sneak up on us like that!"
"Heard your teams won," said the Countess. "Good news. As for us...Shirley's team got ahead 1-0. A person by the name of Lynn Williams scored for Liberion. But the worse news gets worse for Nao, Yoshika and you, Sadako. Angela's team, Hispania, defeated Fusou 2-1 in the Algarve Cup, which is held in Portugal, according to data collected from our X-11."
"I thought they had gotten their act together, now Spain is winning matches," Sadako groaned.
Gundula giggled. "You're in Gallia, so just back them instead because we all know that the USA is going to, for all intents and purposes, win the She Believes Cup, which is a rather flaterring name for a tournament that should really be called Women's Four Nations Football Championship."
"Don't you think that sounds mundane, though?" Edytha asked Gundula. "A tournament involving the best of the best should have a meme for a name."
On another smaller screen, a chant rang out. "I! I! I Believe! I Believe! I Believe That! I Believe That! I Believe That We! I Believe That We! I Believe That We Will Win! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN! I BELIEVE THAT WE WILL WIN!"
"See?" asked Edytha. "This is the origin of the name She Believes Cup."
"Oh, well, it's very self-explanatory and as expected of the data collected by our Neuroi Girl. And, like in Gallia, it's also raining."
"And we thought Niort was bad," Jose lamented. "Chester is worse."
"A suburb of the city of Philadelphia," Sadako added. "Oh, the match finished. 1-0. Ugh...did you see that failed attempt from Lynn. It has to be amateur hour out there."
"Well, at least France won."
"And Paris too. By the way, I am inspired to sing a song about our trip to Avranches, if Mr. Benoit says we can accompany the team next month."
"Oh? You want, to, um, sing it?" Jose whispered, purring. In the background, a karaoke track was playing.
"Here it goes..."
"Monday morning drive.
130 on D47,
The morning becomes the night.
Need you here again.
Georgette, I still believe
In love and you and me.
You got the shotgun.
And we're heading out to the sea.
Georgette, I still believe
In love and living free.
Nothing else matters
Because you are here with me.
So give your love to me.
Avranches is worlds away.
Full speed ahead with reckless abandon.
I got the key to your heart
And I'll open up to you!
Because I still believe
Georgette was meant for me.
Angel from heaven,
Truth is that you're still here with me.
Georgette, I still believe
In love and living free.
Nothing else matters
Because you are here with me.
So give your love to me.
Georgette, I still believe
In love and you and me.
We are together
And our love is our destiny.
Georgette belongs to me!"
"So," said Sadako with a smile, "did you like it?" Georgette was blushing madly, shaking. "Jose?"
"!" Full of passion and hormones, Georgette ripped off Sadako's clothes and laid on top of her, holding hands and melting her soul into her, the two girls sharing a long, French kiss that saw immense amounts of their trails of saliva flowing out like waterfalls in the tropicas of Amazonas.
The problem is that Gundula, Edytha and Waltrud were watching the lovemaking unintendedly. Edytha covered her mouth as she was vigorously getting her crotch to unload out of pure-blooded frustration.
"I'll go get a beer," said Waltrud, heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of local beer.
Gundula could only chuckle as she watched Sadako and Jose consummate in the nude, a hand tellingly on her left cleavage. She wanted to be on the other side so badly but to be fair, she had no business on the other side. At least not yet.
Alexandra Pokryshkin was seeing the graphic scenes of indulgence and skinship with a surprised look. No one noticed, but she was testing a new Hartmann sisters invention; called a vibrator that was inserted inside a certain opening and used when the call for self-gratication was too strong to resist. Combined with watching the moaning, groaning, gratuitous licking noises and exposure of raw pink flesh saturated with liquid euphoria, Sasha had the urge to melt all over Nikka Katajainen without delay.
Nipa walked in. "Hey guys, what's going on." Before she was about to see Sadako and Georgette climax, Alexandra closed her eyes. "Hey, what's going on!?"
"HYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" cried Sadako and Jose as one before melting into a sea of giggles and gurgles in the nude.
"I just heard Lemare and Shimohara? Are they doing it again? What's going on!?"
"Nipa. You, me, bed, now," said Sasha, the fire in her eyes telling no lies.
"Ohhhh? Ah, ohhhh my," said Nipa, who was dragged into Sasha's room to be melted out of pure-blooded frustration.
Gundula looked on, and chose the change the channel to comedy. Edytha was on the floor, her flower having tapped out she was curled in a fetal position, shivering from the lesbian lust she witness. "Edytha, you all right."
"At some point, Gundula," she replied, turning with a look of despair in her eyes, "we have to be worried for them."
END CHAPTER 20