Free Love Game - Season 2011 by M. B. Gerard Page B

explained to an astonished Chili.
    “You scribbled all over the books,” Chili exclaimed. The book was messed up with Morgana’s handwriting. She shook her head but Morgana seemed very proud of her work.
    “ Mais qui , it makes the reading between the lines easier, you see.”
    “Well, I assume, most of us understand the sexual innuendo without foot notes.”
    “But there’s so much more to it than that,” Morgana almost screamed. Everyone in the room looked up and glanced over to Chili and Morgana. Now the French player addressed the whole room.
    “Can’t you see it? Don’t you understand it? These novels are about us.”
     
     
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    Gabriella sat down on the bed and shook her head. It was unbelievable! Luella had to be joking! But looking up to her twin sister she knew she wasn’t.
    Lulu had just admitted with a sheepish grin that losing the match she had played for Gabriella was mainly due to exhaustion, and that her fatigue was related to a nightly training session with Rafael, their new fitness trainer whom Lulu clearly had chosen because of his stunning resemblance with rock singer Enrique Martinez. What about tennis? What about their professional career?
    It was the second tournament in a row where Luella had lost a match while playing for Gabriella in an early round. Soon Gaga would have to worry about her ranking, if Luella continued to mess up their game plans like that. But her sister seemed unperturbed by Gaga’s anger.
    “Don’t be so upset,” Luella moaned. “A quarterfinal isn’t too bad. Besides that you lost your match too, playing for me.”
    Gabriella gasped. She had lost fair and square against a stronger opponent today. Not because of fatigue caused by nightly activity. For a second, she thought about getting her revenge by deleting all the Enrique Martinez songs from her sister’s MP3 player.
    “This is the first match this season I lost playing for you – and I gave it all,” she defended herself furiously. “That’s why we switch matches, Lu! So we have a better chance of winning against players with different game styles.”
    But while saying this out loud she only realized that it wasn’t the lost match that bothered her. She could accept a loss. Everyone lost once in a while, having a bad day or facing a strong opponent. She was upset because Luella had taken the loss without hesitation or regrets. Would she have stayed up all night if she had played for herself? Gabriella doubted it. She waited for Lulu’s reply but her twin just shrugged.
    Gabriella shook her head. “Next time I will crash the car myself,” she said disappointedly.
    “Don’t be so huffy,” Luella snorted. “I know what’s wrong with you. You’re jealous of me.”
    That actually made Gabriella laugh. “Jealous?”
    “Because I get all the attention, while you stay in your hotel room reading all night like a spinster.” That struck home. “Plus,” Lulu added smugly. “I’m hotter than you.”
    Gabriella got up. She needed to get out of the room. Her sister was right. Luella was never lonely. She had a persistent entourage of hot guys lining up for her. What did she know about Gabriella and her feelings?
    Gaga had always been glad to have a twin sister as it was more than useful on the tour. They were never lonely like so many of the other players. They stuck together and could rely on each other at any time. But right now she just wanted to be alone. She never wanted to hear any of Luella’s bed stories again, she was fed up with her sister’s constant change of direction when they planned the draw and she was sick of being the younger half, who once more had to wait courtside for her big sister to pick up the prize, the compliments and the ranking points. For the first time in Gabriella’s life she wished she was an only child.
    “We look exactly the same,” Gaga said calmly walking to the door. But Luella wouldn’t let go of her that easily.
    “At least you’re not the