Revons Plus Grand
Chapter 22:
Symptoms
"I can't believe it," said Georgette Lemare, face-to-face with St. Jeanne d'Arc. "This is not a joke, right? You are the Jeanne d'Arc, right? So I have to be dreaming, right!?"
"Yes, I am, as shocking as it may seem," she said. "You are actually asleep but I am talking to you so that I can calm you down and explain why things are happening the way they are."
"Oh my," she said as the two girls walked down a brick path with flowers of different types accompanying them. They found a bench, where different types of dishes from the period were waiting, fully prepared. "What a setup!"
"Some friends of mine made this," said Jeanne. "A cheese board, different roasts and salads. Help yourself, go on."
"Thank you," said Jose, taking a plate and grabbing some roasts, some salad with dressing and some Emmental. "Mmmmmm, this is nice."
"So, let's cut to the chase. You seem to be upset about Barcelona, I believe that's the team, coming back to beat Paris, right?"
"Yes, but how did you know?"
"The angels and God told me, before I met you, that you were hurting from this result. What if I told you, Lady Lemare, that this was part of a plan to protect the owner of the club, Lord Nasser?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"According to what the angels told me, there have been a number of people associated with the force of evil that you call the Islamic State, stationed in the suburbs of the city, in the department of Seine-Saint-Denis, as it is called, that were planning to assassinate Lord Nasser on his way back to Paris if Paris Saint-Germain had succeeded in advancing."
"Don't tell me..."
"They support the other local club, Red Star, and they were upset that Lord Nasser dismissed the previous manager, Lord Blanc and replaced him with Lord Emery. They were ready to send out their, I believe you call it, Neuroi machine out to kill him on the way back..."
She stood up. "Neuroi!? The Islamic State was developing a Neuroi in Paris to kill Mr. Nasser!?"
Jeanne got up, grabbed Jose's shoulders and massaged them, calming Jose down, allowing her to return to finishing her meal. "Relax. So, Sergi Roberto actually did a good deed by scoring the winning goal with seconds to spare. He was also the person that embraced you and gave you a kiss before you left the stadium. You were still in a daze because you had no idea what happened. I guided him to you."
"So it wasn't Lionel?"
"Nope, it was Sergi Roberto that saw you off. Because he knew what was going on. The referees, Lord Bartolomeu, the Barcelona players and Lord Nasser arranged for the 6-1 scoreline to take place in accordance with Lord Luis's wishes at the press conference. So there is no reason to be upset. If your team had gotten through, you would have no owner to work for."
"I was okay with Paris going through, but the way they lost it I am not happy with. But now that I realize that this was part of the plan, I am absolutely fine with this. I have to be," Georgette said. "Because, I don't want anyone to die."
"I understand how you feel," Jeanne said. "Lord Ben Arfa had said to local reporters that they were already over the loss. That is a sign that they had to do their end of the bargain to get the result that the locals wanted and Lord Luis wanted. Paris were playing with their hands behind their back and UEFA wanted Barcelona to go through because of who they are."
"Jeanne?"
"Teams who have owners who do not have the players not the patience will never win trophies and that is indeed the case with your owner, Lord Nasser. He does not have the patience nor the players for his club to be successful in European competition. As a result, his enemies who support Red Star were about to put him in his place for him but apparently Sergi Roberto intervened, preventing the Islamic State sympathizers from taking action through their Neuroi activation."
Georgette's hands were on her cheeks in shock. "Oh my goodness. If that is all true, then..."
"Exactly. Thus, you and Lady Shimohara, Lady Hikari and Lady Takami are here in France to protect the club. So far, you have done well are not needed to do anything. But you may need to do something when some tourists from around the world come to town ahead of the club's so-called Spring Break promotion."
"You know about it?"
"The angels tell me things about events happening in your timeline. Of a more hurried, busy time compared to my days in the farms of Domremy and leading revolutions here in the north of France against the house of Burgundy and the English. Lady Lemare, if you don't mind, I hope you are able to accomodate those who will pay that visit."
"We'll do our best to ensure that our guests get a good match day experience because if not, then we aren't doing our job," said Georgette.
"Correct. Your role is a very selfless one because you put your employers above you, but in the end, you watch over them like they are a part of your family. My role is to serve God and to protect you in times of danger, to give you strength and insipiration when you need it most."
"Jeanne..."
The two of them finished their meal. "When you put it all in perspective, you will see that a loss in football to a brand name in Football Club Barcelona is not as bad as you think, especially when the rules of engagement were arranged well in advance, with only the teams forced to follow the script. Remember, Lord Nasser was a few seconds from the Islamic State going after him on the way back to Paris, and Sergi Roberto, in the long run, saved his life. He is a great, humble man, Lord Sergi is. A charming individual. Be sure to thank him one day for this."
"I will, Jeanne," said a smiling Georgette, shedding a few tears.
"Life is not always fair, but life is something you must always cherish, especially if you want your legacy to continue in whatever way you want. I knew this well, and I chose to remain true and serve God and sacrifice my own bodily existence for this nation I love. I don't recommend you going the way I did, but I want you to continue serving the people you love, because that's what your partner, Lady Shimohara, would want, right Lady Lemare?"
Georgette giggled. "Thanks for cheering me up, Jeanne. I really appreciate you looking out for me."
"Any time," Jeanne said.
"So..." Georgette cast off her summer dress, revealing her underwear...and she was topless. "I have to thank you the only way I can." They both fell to the ground, Jose on top of Jeanne with her ears and tail sprouted out.
"Jose? Are you...?" Jeanne said, embarrassed.
"You're just like Sada in terms of taking care of me and making me happy, so I want to take this time to...love you..." purred Jose as she embraced Jeanne and the two of them shared a kiss.
"Mmmmmf... mmmmf... mmmmmmmmf..." Eventually Jeanne allowed Jose to take her frustrations out on her, her humility allowing her love to flow out. If only it could last forever, if only it could continue to be this way as she felt Georgette's warm lips, flower scent and soft touch elevate the two of them to a place in the world never seen before, before, before...
"Mmmmm, Jose, Jose, sdjfosfjf..." Sadako Shimohara was about to lose her breath.
"!" The lips of Sadako and Georgette parted, a trail of sugary saliva parting their lips. "Sada, are you all right?"
"I had no idea what was going on, you apparently feel better..."
Georgette looked at herself. Naked, with just her panties on. She looked across the room. Her pajamas were strewn across the floor, redolent with her scent of sexual frustration. "Um..." Her face was a rose, even though she was giggling. With a sigh, she lay on the bed, her right arm draped over her head. "I dreamed that I met my guardian angel, Jeanne d'Arc."
"Oh? Well, that is a unique experience, I would imagine."
"But she told me something important. This was planned, the defeat to Barcelona."
"Planned?" asked Sadako.
"To spare Mr. Nasser's life. I have it on verifiable evidence that our owner's life was spared because Barcelona won the tie at the death, and Sergi Roberto was the one that touched and kissed me, not Lionel Messi."
"Did it feel good?"
"It did, but I didn't appreciate the impact until Jeanne explained everything to me."
"Well, I am just happy to know that now you can head back to work without being in a difficult, unhappy mood since your guardian angel told you the truth about what happened. Right?"
One last tear brushed away. "Yeah..." The two of them chose to continue their kiss, their tongues dancing on top of each other as Sadako, who sprouted her bunny ears and tail, pulled down Jose's panties and tossed them aside. They had everything off again, the specter of a rough Wednesday night in Barcelona fully behind them as they consummated, Sadako on top of Jose as their endowments pressed on each other, holding hands as the softness of their skin melted them immensely.
Their bodies were hot as their collective passion ignited their souls and caused them to moan and groan immensely. Out of courtesy, the cat tracker was not recording this to give the people on the other side any ideas or motivation to do something similar. They thrashed their heads back, their backs arched.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" cried Sadako.
"Hyaaaaaaaah!" exclaimed Jose, who collapsed and chose to snuggle into Sadako's arms as she continued to sleep, purring like a Persian cat, her ears and tail sprouted out. "Sada makes me happy," she whispered in a childish voice before purring some more, her tail wagging slowly.
Sadako chose to hold her tight after a comforter covered the two of them. "I'm the only one you'll ever have," she replied, as she also closed her eyes and fell asleep. A flock of doves flew in the distance as the moonlight shone on their bodies, the soft sighs of two lovers relishing in a sleeplike state in the heart of Paris.
The men's first team had the day off, but they would still be called on to help the women, who also had a match on Mar. 12, another away tie to Juvisy in the Coupe de France Feminine. The worrying sign in the local footballing zeitgeist circles, in the press and among all local fans still rocking from being on the wrong side of history was that Paris Saint-Germain would not be motivated to rebound against FC Lorient, and that the Merlus were going to be motivated themselves for a similar remontada, a similar comeback, in their form of another 6-1 demolition job.
On the other hand, Paris Saint-Germain's last unbeaten run did start against Lorient, so there was reason to believe that they would be motivated nonetheless so that history could repeat itself. And Lorient was a team that would struggle against teams like Sporting Gijon and Celta Vigo because it had been playing so poorly in Ligue 1. Still, the response from Paris Saint-Germain was going to be key to whether or not a managerial change was truly in store. The Neuroi in Seine-Saint-Denis developed by the ISIS sympathizer was back at the makeshift development lab to get redesigned and reengineered. As it stood, the situation in the great city of Paris was a complete, understandable and reasonable stalemate for the time being.
END CHAPTER 22