It was Wimbledon time again, the big names of Tennis squaring up to one another in the famous centre court.
World No.1 Rafael Nadal was playing Andy Roddick in the Semi Finals of the Men's Single's. The game had been a long one, lasting over a whole day, with both men tied in the last set. It was a sudden death situation.
Rafa won over a few Aces at first, but then Roddick got the better of him, capitalizing on the obvious strain the day had taken on the star. 3 - 3 sudden death... this is for the final against Rodger Federer, whom Rafa would relish playing yet again.
Lining himself up for the serve, he composed his focus on one of the ball girls behind Andy. Thwack, a perfect service. He decided to try this method again, and once again it worked. Rafa turned and blew the girl a kiss, much to her delight.
Break was called for the opponents to change sides, at which point Rafa whispered to the ball girl, who he was now closer to "thanks for that, you seem to be my lucky charm".
The girl blushed, and got back into position. She couldn't help but not feel a little tingle run down her spine when he spoke to her, or watching his muscles when he served, his ass, and knowing that the balls she threw to him were going oh so near his crotch.
The game struggled on and on, both men outmatching other, playing at the top of their levels. Roddick was becoming more and more frustrated at the added distraction at seeing Rafa and the ball girl chatting and giggling away between points.
Then, this was it the deciding moment... Rafa needed the point to win the match and he turned to his ball girl and gave her a wink. He served an awesomely fast ball, which totally disorientated Roddick. The match was Nadal's!
After all the usual crowd banter and press conference, Rafa went and sat in his dressing room, pleased that he actually got through the match. He stripped of his clothes and got into the shower, which he much needed. However, unknown to him, he was being watched....
Soaping himself up he washed his sweaty body, feeling very relaxed and refreshed, when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He was sure he locked the room. Turning off the shower and wrapping a towel round himself, he went to investigate.
There, hiding in the corner, was the ball girl from his game.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say well done and congratulate you", she said, nervously.
"This is meant to be a private room, how did you get in", he asked.
"Erm, I kinda stole a key from the porter's office" She looked down at her feet and felt very embarrassed, but then glanced up at Rafa, still there, naked but for a towel.
"Well, that was very naughty of you, I should tell someone" he was teasing her, but with enough affirmation to look totally serious.
"I'm sorry, I'm Sorry!!! Please don't tell anyone!!!" she pleaded with him, even getting down on her knees. "Ill do anything for you not to tell".
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rachel"
