[Kitsa]

Well, as I told someone last night, I was just imagining one of these guy's (guys'?) girlfriend or wife googling their name, you know, seeing what people were saying about them, and running into...

"Like Kris Russell, Vyborny was quiet, hardly ever showed anger, hardly ever got sent to the penalty box, was soft-spoken, and very polite. You couldn't find any words to say when he closed the door, still holding your hand, and pulled you closer to him. "Don't tell Irena about this," was his only comment (Irena was his wife) before brushing your hair away from your face, and planting small, delicate kisses over your neck and face. You felt like you were going to fall over from shock. You had never imagined being locked in a closet with David Vyborny. You literally felt your knees collapse underneath you when Vyborny moved away from you neck and onto your lips. Without knowing what you were doing, you almost immediately parted your lips. Vyborny laughed into your mouth, but all the same entered his tongue. You were just beginning to wrap your arms around his neck, when "Time's up!" You groaned, to Vyborny's amusement, but the two of you walked out of the closet, both of you with slightly red cheeks and lips. You tried to ignore Rusty's suspicious eyes."


...although, now that I think about it, I don't know if I take exception to or am relieved by the fact that when the "interlude" with my personal favorite player (Leclaire) came along, he was portrayed as a half-retarded, lamb-eating doofus manboy. I don't know where that falls in terms of personal dignity, though. It could go either way...you escape some looney woman's virtual rape, but at what cost?