Winter Olympics

[jreezy33]

Winter Olympics Part One

The first luge practice session at the Whistler Sliding Center on February 12, 2010 started innocently enough. I was geared up in my green, yellow and red suit (with black stripes - pretty spiffy looking, I thought) and I had just put on my green helmet. The track loudspeaker announced to the gathered fans, athletes and officials,

"Next on the track, Jimmy Shropshire, Zimbabwe."

I was first in line that day. You are probably thinking. A luger from Zimbabwe? I would have the same question if I were you. Some background is perhaps in order.
My grandfather was a white African who owned one of the largest farms in the British colony of Southern Rhodesia. My grandfather was also a smart, wise man, and when Rhodesia declared independence from the United Kingdom (to eventually become Zimbabwe in 1980), he sold his farm and moved to the United States. I was born in Houston, and consider myself very much an American. In fact, I am a citizen of the United States.

Once my dad finished college, he went to work for a major oil company based in Houston. He eventually was promoted into a pseudo-lobbying position working to get the best deal possible from OPEC nations. As a result, I was raised in Vienna, Austria, where OPEC keeps its headquarters. Since I grew up in and went to school in Austria, I'm fluent in German. Once I reached high school (or the Austrian equivalent), I had the opportunity to learn how to luge, and I took it up quite easily. I steadily improved and eventually started touring on the luge circuit. I was never really any good, and I never really made a lot of money, but gramps was my main "sponsor" of sorts. I have no idea of how much money he and dad lost indulging me, but I guess it pays to be the only child of an only child.

I eventually was noticed by the Zimbabwe Olympic Committee (how, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure gramps instigated it), and was approached by them to compete for Zimbabwe. Now, no one in the family could much stand Robert Mugabe. He's pretty much run Zimbabwe into the ground. But we all decided that this was something I couldn't pass up. Not that I'd get any financial support from Zimbabwe. Their treasury ministry solely existed to calculate how high inflation was (higher than 1000%) and to tell the government that the government had run out of money. By virtue of my relation to gramps, I was issued a Zimbabwe passport, signed by Mugabe himself. I guess he needs whatever kind of good publicity he can get.

I somehow ended up qualifying for the 2010 Games. I don't know how, but I had incredible runs on tracks I was familiar with in Austria. I ended up qualifying…40th out of 40 competitors.

Out of 20 training runs since I arrived in Vancouver, I had crashed twice, and otherwise put in 10 of the slowest 15 times. It was a tough, fast course. Today's training run would be the last before competition started tomorrow. I sat on my sled. The green light came on and the tone sounded. I pushed out of the start and flapped out of the starting house.

I was a good starter, and the upper part of the track didn't give me many problems. Once my speed got higher and higher, my reactions became more and more important. The problem is, I don't have super-quick reactions like the elite athletes do in my sport. I constantly got either way too high or way too low in the turns. The dangerous part was getting too high in the corners. I thought I'd go flying off the track at one point. I stayed ice-bound this time, and put in my best time so far. I chatted with some colleagues before heading to the locker room.

I had showered and was getting dressed when one of the Swiss coaching staff stormed in the locker room, urgently telling me (in German) that Nodar crashed.

"Yeah, Nodar crashed. He and I crash all the time," I told him.

"No. This time it's bad. Really bad," he replied.

I threw on my blue "ZIMBABWE" parka and raced outside, with only jeans and unlaced shoes. When I got outside, emergency personnel were putting Nodar in the back of an ambulance.

"How is he…" I asked someone nearby, the words catching in the back of my throat.

I don't even know who she was, but she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. It felt like a black hole had just formed in my gut.

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I started writing this right after Nodar died in the 2010 Olympics. I had it posted at another site, but wanted to post it here too.

Two things I love about the Olympics:

1. You always see the countries send one athlete to the winter games, from a country like Ethiopia to compete in something like cross-country skiing.
2. You always hear stories about some athlete that grew up in some big country (USA, UK, etc.), married someone from a country with little/no Olympics-calibre athletes, then competes for their new country.

My story will have similar elements. Well, and sex too. There’s always the sex.

RIP, Nodar Kumaritashvili. 1988 - 2010.

[jreezy33]

Part II

I had only known Nodar Kumaritashvili for one season. We didn't have a whole lot in common; he was 21 while I was 30 years old. He didn't speak English, but did speak a little German. We were consistently in the middle of the pack on the luge tour. We supported each other in our luge endeavors, and I helped him with his German, as well as a little English here and there. We became fast friends, actually. We even spent breaks in the season with each others' families' respective homes in Vienna and Bakuriani. He was an eager, young kid. And nice – not a mean bone is his body.

I stood there at the accident scene in shock. I couldn't hear, see or feel anything going on around me. I watched the crews cordon off the accident scene, and usher the public out of the venue. I don't know how long I stood outside. Someone close by called my name and it shook me out of whatever funk I was in. I turned to see Veronika Huber staring sadly at me. Veronika was my age, and was Austria's best bet at a medal in women's luge. She was probably my best friend within the luge community. She was cute, too, with a small, strong, lithe body, green eyes and short blonde hair.

"Jimmy," she said with a moderate German accent, grabbing my arm, turning me toward the locker rooms. "Get inside and get dressed. Sie schauen kalt."
I hadn't even remembered I was barely wearing any clothes, definitely not enough clothes for winter weather. She was right, I was shivering a lot. I nodded, said nothing else, and made my way into the locker room. There were other lugers in the locker room. No one said a word. One or two guys were sitting with rosaries clasped in their hands. I made it a point to get dressed and get out of there quickly.

When I got to the athletes' lounge, Veronika was waiting for me. She informed me that there was no news yet. I was worried. Anyone going fast enough to fly off the course like that was going to be seriously hurt. We sat together on a couch, in silence, just waiting for any kind of news. I kept looking at the clock, time was going by so slow. It seemed like an eternity since the crash, but it had only been 15 minutes.

Eventually, one of the track officials came in and made an announcement:
"Ladies and gentlemen…it saddens me to have to give you this terrible news…our colleague, Nodar Kumaritashvili, has died as a result of injuries received during his training run crash."

Sobs and gasps came from different corners of the room. I collapsed onto Veronika's shoulder, my strength suddenly leaving me, tears streaming unbidden from my eyes. I couldn't remember the last time I cried, and I had no hope of controlling my emotions at this moment. Veronika held me close and whispered reassurances to me.

After the remaining training runs were cancelled, Veronika and I made our way back to the athlete village via shuttle. No one said anything in the shuttle. I spent the entire 30 minute ride thinking about Nodar and being comforted by Veronika. Once we reached the athlete dorms, she walked me up to my room.
"Would you mind coming in?" I asked. "I don't want to be alone right now."

"Ja, definitv."

We went inside and chucked our parkas. The dorm wasn't very large, basically like being in college again, only without a roommate. We both sat down on the bed. We sat there for hours, leaning back against the wall, just sitting next to each other, doing very little talking. Every so often I'd hear her sniffle, or I'd feel tears well up behind my eyes. I didn't realize my connection to Nodar had been this strong.

I slumped forward and sat at the edge of the bed. Veronika sidled up next to me and started rubbing my back and shoulders. It felt great; I didn't realize how tense I still was. She slid her hands under my shirt and took it off. The feeling of her hands on my bare skin was amazing. I had always thought Veronika was very attractive, but had never really thought about her outside our friendship.

After a terrific shoulder and back rub, she stood in front of me and pushed me down onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, straddling my waist, and massaged my chest, shoulders and arms. I couldn't look away from her penetrating, intense green eyes. I also couldn't keep myself from getting an erection, something that she had to have noticed almost immediately.

As she continued rubbing me down, she repositioned herself further down, and her rear end definitely rubbed against my now fully-rigid member. In fact, she purposefully grinded down into me as this quickly moved from just being a massage.

"Veronika, wait. What are you doing?"

"Shhh," she put her finger to my lips. "Don't say anything, Jimmy. I know you need this. I need this too. You will bring comfort to me by letting me comfort you."

My reservations evaporated immediately as she leaned down and kissed me deeply. Our tongues explored each other, rapidly gaining familiarity. The combination of her perfume and the scent of her hair was intoxicating. We had rapidly passed the level of good friends and into the realm of lovers.

She released from my mouth and we both sat up. She pulled her shirt off over her head and I followed quickly by removing her sports bra. Her tanned body was toned and strong, but she definitely kept her femininity. Her breasts were small, but she wasn't flat-chested, either. They each were a nice handful.

We resumed kissing, our bodies pressed tight together. Her hands held my head and she ran her fingers through my hair. I traced kisses from her mouth to her ear, nibbling her lobe. Kissing down her neck brought out a gasp when I reached her chest. I kissed down her sternum then in turn, took each of her beautiful, pink nipples in my mouth.

"Ja, Jimmy…ja…" she purred as I continued my attention to her tits.

I slipped my hand inside her jeans and under her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find a shaven pussy. I slipped a finger inside her and she gasped, all while keeping my lips firmly locked on her nipple.

She stood up and pulled down her jeans and panties in one motion. I did the same, and we were both naked.

"Condom?" she asked, her chest rising and falling very heavily.

"Top drawer," I said as I pointed to the night stand.

She pulled out one of the many free condoms that Olympic athletes receive. She deftly ripped it open, then slid it over my member. I looked up at her, to make sure she was still okay with this. She didn't say anything, just nodded to me.

I laid back, she straddled me and slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. Her pussy was warm, wet and tight, but still accepted me easily. She grinded on top of me, slowly at first, and built into a steady rhythm.

Soon she was riding me hard, increasing her pace very quickly. I kept my hands on her hips and slowed her down, giving her a steady pace. She grabbed one of my hands and moved it to her breast. I felt her snatch contract around me, and Veronika groaned loudly. After another minute, she climaxed again, and I was getting ready to burst. I began thrusting up into her, hitting her with force. She grunted with each of my thrusts, and as I came, I ended with one hard, long push, holding her down on me.

We stayed in that position for a while, she looking into my eyes, me looking into hers and rubbing my hands along her sweaty body. She dismounted and curled up next to me in bed. Within moments, we were both asleep.

[jreezy33]

Part III

I woke up to find Veronika dressed and pulling on her parka.

"Hey, you," I said, bleary-eyed and still mostly asleep.

She turned and smiled, zipping up her coat. "I was just about to wake you," she said softly. "Opening ceremony tonight, and the athletes have to be there early."

My attitude turned to melancholy as I thought about the opening ceremony. It was, of course, my first, and was to be Nodar's first ceremony as well. I expected Nodar to be in more Olympics than just this one. He was so excited to be here. It just wasn't fair.

Veronika saw the look of sadness on my face and sat down next to me on the bed. "Jimmy, I know you're sad. I'm sad, his teammates are sad. I know you were close to Nodar. Because of that you knew him better than a lot of us. Don't you think he'd want you to enjoy this as much as possible?"

"I guess so. But how am I supposed to enjoy something like this?"

"Find a way to honor his memory and make it special for his family. Remember the good times you had in the past."

I considered her words for a moment, in silence. I nodded and looked into her eyes.

"The shuttles leave in an hour," she said. "Get ready, and I'll meet you downstairs." She kissed my cheek and left the room.

As I showered, I figured out what I would do at the ceremony. It was difficult to come up with something that would not bring attention just on me – that was the last thing I wanted. I quickly dried off, got dressed and went downstairs with 20 minutes to spare before the shuttles arrived. I went to an official merchandise shop nearby, and they carried flags of all participating nations. I grabbed the largest Georgian flag they had, 3' by 2'. After procuring some duct tape, I was ready. I folded the flag up inside my jacket.

I got back to the dorms just as the shuttles were arriving. I spotted Veronika and jogged over to her. She looked cute in her Austrian delegation uniform, her cheeks and nose rosy from standing outside. She smiled and asked, "Where were you coming from?"

"Oh, just picking up something."

"Care to elaborate?" she asked, eyes probing mine for a clue. "No? Very well. Your coach just left. He wanted me to tell you he'd meet you at the arena."

"Thanks."

My coach, Lothar Weiss, was a 70 year old Austrian man, so no surprises that he was hanging out with the Austrian delegation. He had competed in luge at the 1964 Innsbruck games, but failed to medal. He and I made up the entirety of the Zimbabwe delegation.

I piled into the shuttle bus with other Austrian athletes, the odd man out in blue with green, yellow and black accents amid a sea of red and white.

Once at the arena, I met up with Lothar, and he greeted me in an embrace. He explained that the Vancouver Organizing Committee were handing out black armbands to be worn in memory of Nodar, should an athlete be inclined to do so. Lothar handed me (and Veronika) an armband; he was already wearing his. I told no one of my plans with the Georgian flag I had hidden in my jacket. We put our armbands on and set out to find the Georgian delegation.

We found them in short order, mostly because there were so many people around them trying to do what we wanted to do: pay our respects to their fallen colleague. Eventually we made our way to their group, and again, tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face unbidden. There was only one other Georgian luger, and I knew him fairly well. We hugged, both of us crying, and I comforted him as best I could. His German wasn't good, worse than Nodar's actually, but he told me he wasn't going to compete. I implored him to stay in the competition, to do it for Nodar. I eventually got him to tell me he wouldn't decide until tomorrow morning, the first day of the competition.

After greeting the Georgian athletes in turn, we took up our respective positions for the ceremony. Greece is always first, to recognize the innovation of the Olympics, then alphabetical with the host country last. That meant Austria was towards the front, and Zimbabwe was next to last. I was handed the Zimbabwe flag, and we settled in to wait.

It took a while, obviously, once the procession of nations started, to get to Zimbabwe. Towards the end, in order, was Turkey, Ukraine, United States, Uzbekistan, then finally us. When Turkey was announced, I pulled out my smaller Georgian flag and began taping it just below the colorful flag I was competing under. Lothar saw me and chuckled.

"What's so funny, old man?" We had a pretty good friendship, and we kidded each other like that all the time.

"Oh nothing," he replied in his thick, heavy German accent. "I'm just imagining what Mugabe will do when he sees this on television. You might give the old bastard a heart attack!"

That forced a chuckle out of me, and Lothar added, "What you're doing, it's good. You are a good friend."

The USA was announced, and a stuffy-looking woman in ugly, sensible shoes, some sort of official, walked briskly up to Lothar and me.

"You cannot have another flag on your flagpole. It is much against regulations. Please remove it."

"No," I said flatly.

"You refuse?" I nodded curtly. "Then I must insist you remove the flag."

Lothar stepped in, "What if he doesn't? What'll they do? Throw him in Olympics jail?"

The woman considered what Lothar said, but again insisted that I remove the flag.

At this point, Lothar was incredulous. "What kind of cold, heartless – and excuse my language here, please, but there is no other word appropriate – bitch would prevent an athlete from honoring one of his best friends that dies today. He's been gone mere hours!"

The woman's face was red, and she stood in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. But it was too late to do anything. The arena announcer announced Zimbabwe, and we pushed past her. I thought it would be difficult to put on a pleasant face as we entered the arena. But after they announced "Zimbabwe," and the crowd applauded, it was impossible for me not to smile. I looked over at Lothar, and he smiled and nodded as we walked in the arena. I didn't wave the flag around like most before me. But I did spread the Georgian flag out as much as possible so that people could get a good view of it. I kissed my hand and pointed to the heavens, and the arena…well, the fans didn't erupt, but the applause was certainly louder than Zimbabwe deserved.

We completed the circuit and took our seats for the remainder of the ceremony. My thoughts went back and forth, alternating between Nodar and Veronika. I thought I had failed Nodar as a friend. I thought about how his reactions failed him, about his body failing him and not being strong enough. I thought about Veronika. Damn, I thought about her a lot. About what happened this afternoon. I thought about how maybe we were going to be more than just good friends. But to her, maybe what happened this afternoon was just a pity thing. Maybe she'd already moved back to friend mode. I didn't even realize the opening ceremony had finished until Lothar elbowed me – sharply – in the ribs, telling me to get up.

We walked to the awaiting shuttles, and of course, I was looking for Veronika. There were a lot of althletes out here, but mostly Canadians and Russians, I couldn't see any Austrians. Lothar knew what I was doing and told me, "You'll see her soon enough, I'm sure. Let's go."

We got into a shuttle with some Canadians and took the short ride back to the athlete's village. Upon arrival, Lothar hugged me and said, "You've had a rough day. Remember, day one of the competition is tomorrow, so be sure and get lots of rest. If you aren't in the cafeteria by 0900, I'll kick your ass. And you know I can do it, because I am an old man, and you would never hit an old man."

I laughed at his attempt at humor, and reassured him, "Yeah, yeah, old man. I'd never hit you. 0900." With that, we departed. Which is to say, he departed. I definitely wanted to see Veronika again, if nothing else just to see her angelic face. I waited around in the lobby to my dorm for thirty minutes, no Veronika. I walked to her dorm, but she wasn't in her lobby, nor did anyone answer her door when I knocked. Disappointed, I walked back to my dorm. I walked up the stairs and turned the corner to the second floor, and to my surprise, Veronika was there, sitting on the ground in front of my door.

"Where the hell were you? It's been what, almost an hour I've been waiting here!"

I sheepishly explained about waiting downstairs and going to her dorm. "I'm really glad you're here. Just seeing you again makes me feel better." I hoped I wasn't overplaying my hand.

She extended her hand to me and I helped her up. "Are you okay now?" she asked.

"Yeah. Well, as okay as I can be, I think."

"Let's stop talking out here in the hall, okay?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Veronika. You know my competition starts tomorrow, and I'm sure you have a busy day, too."

"Jimmy, you're too cute, worrying about me! But don't fret, I won't keep you up all night or anything," she said with a wink.

I unlocked the door and we stepped in. Before I could turn on any lights, she threw her arms around me and kissed me deep. The taste of her lips was fantastic, and the feeling of her body against mine was arousing. She spun me around and pushed me backwards toward the bed. When my legs hit the edge of the bed, I fell backwards and she fell on top of me.

"I thought you weren't going to keep me up all night," I whispered in between her passionate kisses.

"I'm not. Get undressed."

"But-"

She interrupted me, "Shhhh. No talking."

I did as she instructed me, and I just finished undressing when she clicked the desk lamp on. She was standing there, no shirt and no bra, blond hair tousled and looking very sexy. She stepped over to me and, as I sat on the edge of the bed, I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her in close. I planted kisses on her chest, breasts, side, and her smooth, flat belly. She pulled my head up and leaned down to kiss me yet again.

Our tongues were reacquainted with an almost electric sensation. I'd kissed many women before, but these sensations I'd never felt before. She pulled away, and without saying a word, dropped to her knees in front of me. She gripped my rock-hard member and gently, lightly, kissed the tip. I moaned my approval and enjoyed the feeling. Her lips ever so slowly descended the length of my shaft, creating an intense, powerful feeling. How I wanted her to move faster! She reached the base of my cock and held me in her mouth. Her tongue traced lines up and down the underside of my rod.

"Oh, Veronika…that's…that's…" I couldn't put into words how great it felt. It had been a long, long time since I had received a blowjob like this.

She moved her mouth up and down my staff. The pace was agonizingly slow. When she reached the top of my cock, she swirled her tongue around the tip. At the base, she would squeeze my balls with her hand. She never did increase her pace, it was a beautiful torture. It didn't take long at all before I started to lose it.

"Veronika, I'm…I'm gonna be cumming…"

She didn't stop, but she did acknowledge me with a low, "Mmmmhmmm."

I took that as my cue she was ready for me to release my load. With a final grunt and moan, I ejaculated into her waiting mouth. She never took her lips off my cock, and continued moving and sucking until I was finished. There was no mess and definitely no complaints from my end.

She picked up my sheets and motioned for me to get into bed. I complied, and she made a point of over-exaggerating 'tucking me into bed.' I didn't mind, because as she leaned over me, I had an opportunity to suckle her nipple. She playfully swatted my hand away (but not immediately!), and got dressed.

"Get some rest, Jimmy. You have a big day tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, suddenly very drowsy. "What plans do you have tomorrow?"

"I'll be at the course, cheering on my countrymen and my friends," she said, smiling.

I smiled back and told her, "You're a great friend."

"I know. Now get to sleep." She turned to leave. Before I even knew what I was saying, I had already said these words:

"Veronika? Would it be weird if I said I think I love you?"

She stopped at the door, paused, then looked back at me. "No, I don't think so." She smiled and left, blowing me a kiss, turning off the light and locking the door on her way out. I fell asleep quickly, with a smile on my face.

[Marlene38EE]

Excellent start!!

[jreezy33]

Part IV

I almost made it to the cafeteria on time. Almost. I strolled in at 9:15 and joined Lothar at his table.

"Thank you for deciding to join me," he exclaimed in a faux disgusted manner. "Your protein shake is already melting – you deserve that for being late! You got enough sleep, right? Today's the big day!"

I answered him with a simple, "Yes," not elaborating. Lothar looked up from his pancakes, considering my short response with narrow, incredulous eyes.

"Seriously, Lothar! I was in bed early. Well, sorta early." He left it at that with no further interrogation. Soon we were finished eating and on our way to the Sliding Center.

I quickly changed and warmed up, ready for my practice runs. The runs went smoothly, no crashes, and I put in some really good times. Well, really good for me, at least. I had been issued #40 for the competition. The first two official runs of the competition were determined by random draw. There would be 38 competitors, as Nodar's Georgian teammate had withdrawn to fly back to Georgia with his body. I was drawn at number 35, which meant I had to wait. And wait. And wait. The wait was excruciating, because I was forced to watch all these superior athletes put up awesome times.

Finally, it was my turn. I was full of nervous energy. I adjusted the black armband around my bicep, making sure once again it was secure. The track announcers made their broadcast, first in French, then in English:

"Ladies and gentlemen: Representing Zimbabwe, Jimmy Shropshire."

I clicked down my windscreen over my face and sat down on my sled. I drew in two big breaths and let them out slowly. I gripped the track handles, swung myself back and forth twice, and on the third time, slung myself down the course. After a few meters of increasing my speed by gripping the ice with my spiked gloves, I laid down on my sled and presented the smallest, most aerodynamic profile I could muster.

I did pretty well on the upper half of the course, but then again, I usually did. The lower half of the course, when speeds get close to 90 MPH – that's where I have trouble. My first run of the competition was no different. I came into some corners too low, exited others too high, and banged around on a couple of walls. But I didn't crash, and I made it to the finish in one piece. After I skidded to a stop, I stood up, lifted up my helmet's windscreen, and was greeted by polite cheers of the fans at the finish line.

I waved to the crowd in appreciation. Before looking at my time, I slightly unzipped my suit to take out the picture of Nodar that I had raced with. I raised the picture to the crowd, kissed it, then pointed to the sky. The crowd roared their approval, a response quite greater than I expected. It gave me a chill and raised the hair all over my body. It wasn't until then that I saw my time: 50.000. That was 1.832 behind the leader, and put me in 33rd place, well ahead of where I expected to be.

Leaving the track, Lothar greeted me with a huge smile and hug, excited that we hadn't finished last in the first run. Veronika was there, too, just like I expected her to be, and she joined us in a group hug. "That was a fantastic performance, son," Lothar told me, and Veronika gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, which was a reward of sorts, I guess. I had already exceeded my expectations on my first run!

The day's competition wasn't over, however. There was still another run to go. This time, competitors would race in order of slowest to fastest time. That meant I'd be fifth in line for the second run. In the time it took the track crew to ready everything for the second run, Lothar and I reviewed the first run. My biggest problems were the big, high-G turns. I was taking the turns too low, not wanting to lose control by getting too high. It cost me precious time. Lothar implored me to let the sled do more of the turning with less input from my legs. It was a hard thing to do, let go of what little control I had over the sled. But I'd give it a shot.

I left Lothar and Veronika at the bottom of the course to take my last-minute stretching near the starting house. That feeling of nervousness I always got was starting to creep into my chest. Finally, my name was announced, and I took my position on my sled, making sure all my equipment was in place. I gripped the handles and flung myself down the starting chute, slapping the ice for additional speed. This time, my start felt better than last.

Once again, the upper part of the track was no problems. In fact, I did what Lothar suggested and let the sled take me into the turns naturally, and it seemed to be working, even better than I thought it would. As I made the turn that marked the halfway point, instead of the nervous feeling in my chest becoming stronger, it suddenly was gone. And things seemed to slow down, just a fraction. With my slower perception of time, I could see the turns sooner, see better lines in and out of those turns, and I could almost actually feel hundredths of seconds drop off my time.

I came out of the last bank hotter than I ever had, flew past the finish line and skidded to a stop, ice spraying everywhere. I was anxious to see how much faster I actually had gone. I turned around, took off my windscreen, and looked at the time board: 49.207. 49.207!! Joyous, I shouted and jumped, pumping my fist in the air. I again took out Nodar's picture and kissed it, bringing even more applause from the fans. I ran over to Lothar and Veronika and jumped into Lothar's arms, nearly knocking the old man down on his ass. He was too excited to care, though.

Veronika, grinning ear to ear, seemed even more excited than I was. "Jimmy! That's almost an entire second better than your first run! I've never seen you compete this well before!"

That was a huge understatement. I had never been better than middle of the pack on tour, and 49.2 was good enough to put me in the middle third at the Olympics!!!! I watched the next couple of competitors put up times just slower than mine, and then my time was eclipsed by the more dominant athletes. I knew this would happen, but it still couldn't put a damper on what I had just accomplished. I ducked into the locker room to shower and change. By the time I was out, there was only one competitor left to race, Felix Loch, who was expected to win.

He of course put down a great time, and was the leader after two runs. After two runs, my time was at 1:39.207, 2.367 seconds behind Loch. I wasn't kidding myself, I'd never be able to compete for a medal, but I was insanely happy that after two runs, I had gone from 33rd place to 28th place. Still towards the back of the pack, but far further than I'd expected to be.

After such a great performance, Lothar decided to give me a break for the rest of the day. Veronika had training to do, so Lothar and I decided to take in the ski jumping finals, which we both enjoyed. Later in the evening I met up with Veronika to watch the short track speed skating at Pacific Coliseum.

When she saw me, she ran to me and jumped in my arms, kissing me intensely. When we were (finally) done kissing, she put her hand in mine and we walked into the venue. We saw a group of female Austrian athletes, they smiled and waved at us, then turned to each other and started talking and giggling, like schoolgirls. It threw me off for a minute, then I realized they probably were schoolgirls, if not 18 or 19 years old. I hadn't realized that we had become that much of an item, publicly. We found our seats, took off our jackets (I had to hold them, of course) and settled in to watch. The skating was intense, packed full of speed and action. Obviously, the speeds weren't as fast as the speeds you get in luge, but the presence of other competitors on the ice gives it an aspect that lugers don't have to deal with.

There was another aspect of the watching the competition that came totally unexpected. As I was engrossed by the skating, Veronika, sitting to my left, surreptitiously slipped her hand under the jackets on my lap and onto my crotch. Once I felt her hand there, I slowly became hard. She kept her hand there the entire time we were seated, slowly fondling me. There were thousands of people in the coliseum, and hundreds in our section, so there was part of me that wanted her to stop. But I decided to ride it out, and I will readily admit that it was the most enjoyable sporting event I'd ever been a spectator at.

Once the evening's finals were finished, we stayed sitting for a while (so that I would be decent enough to walk out), then caught an athlete shuttle back to the Athlete's Village. We sat in the back corner, by ourselves, and Veronika placed my hand on her thighs. I more than gladly returned the favor to her during the ride. I took things further than she did, and she struggled to keep her breathing even and voice down. It wasn't as though we were alone in that shuttle, however much we wanted to be.

The shuttle stopped at her building first, so we both exited and nearly sprinted up the two flights of stairs to her room. Veronika fumbled for her keys, thanks in part to my kisses on her neck and ears. She finally unlocked and opened the door and we slammed it shut behind us. A lamp in the corner cast a dim yellow light in the room. We each threw off our jackets and commenced undressing each other, only stopping to let the other remove another article of clothing.

We stood in the middle of the room, naked, embraced, and kissing each other fiercely, our clothes strewn about haphazardly. She ran her hands through my hair as my hands explored her taught shoulders, back, hips and ass. I turned us around so that she was facing away from her bed and slowly backed her up to it. She let herself fall down into bed, and I took my time in appreciating just how beautiful her body was: Firm, albeit small, round tits, rising and falling from deep breaths. Sexy, narrow waist complemented by curvy, gorgeous hips. Flat stomach. Absent pubic hair and a very moist womanhood. Strong, but feminine legs. I was definitely falling for this woman.

I joined her in bed and scooted her to one end. I slowly parted her legs and rubbed my hands from her feet all the way up to her hips. "Oh, Jimmy, that feels so nice," she purred, encouraging me to go on. I took some time to massage her hips, thighs and calves down and back up. When I returned, I traced her nether lips then gently rubbed her pussy, feeling just how wet she was. A pleasing moan escaped her mouth as I continued. With my fingers slick from her juices, I slowly circled her clit, bringing a sharp inhale from Veronika. I kept rubbing her clit but also slowly fucked her snatch with two fingers from my other hand, all while kissing her inner thigh. Within a minute, I felt her orgasm, exclaiming her approval to me in German.

After her first orgasm, I drove my tongue into her waiting cunt, now nearly flowing with her fluid. Her hands held my head close to her as I tongue-fucked her. She held me so close and so firm that I had difficulty breathing at times. After a couple minutes of lashing her pussy with my tongue, I turned my attention once again to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking my tongue back and forward over it.

Another climax shook through Veronika's body. "Jimmy…Jimmy…that's…that's too much," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She pulled me close to her face, and I looked deep into her eyes, our noses nearly touching. I felt a profound connection with her. Her lips lured me into another kiss, when we released, she licked her own juice from her lips.

I kneeled back away from her, grabbed my cock, and slowly pushed the tip into her pussy. There was no resistance, yet she still felt snug around me. She gripped her legs around my waist and swiftly pulled me into her completely. "There's no need to go slow now, babe," she informed me, a look of intense desire in her eyes. I drove my cock in and out of her, keeping a quick, steady rhythm. We were both at such a heightened state of desire and awareness that neither one of us needed long to reach the pinnacle of our combined energy. Veronika quietly moaned on each thrust I gave her, and she came again, right before I was going to. Knowing I didn't have a condom, I quickly pulled out when I reached my limit.

No sooner had I pulled out that I spewed my seed onto Veronika's belly, pelvis and legs. I released such a torrent of jism that I surprised myself, but Veronika hardly noticed, still in rapture. I leaned down and kissed her again, a sweet, long loving kiss. Grabbing some tissues from the dresser, I cleaned the both of us off and returned back to bed.

We laid there gazing into each other's eyes, enjoying the closeness in silence. Finally, Veronika broke the silence.

"Jimmy," she said in a soft, low, sexy voice - a whisper, barely audible. "I am hopelessly in love with you."

I smiled, kissed her forehead and replied, "I love you too." She curled up close into my body and we both fell fast asleep.

[jreezy33]

Part V

I was weary and exhausted, so it was difficult for me to get up from beside Veronika's warm body. But it was just a double bed, and hardly room for two people, and it was near impossible to get comfortable with Veronika taking up half – no, more than half – of the bed. So I got up and dressed. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but I had a difficult time finding all my clothes, so I naturally made some noise, and the noise woke up Veronika.

"You don't have to leave," she told me, her droopy, sleepy eyes trying to focus on me.

"Trust me," I replied, "I don't want to leave. But if I don't I won't get enough sleep for tomorrow."

She closed her eyes and nodded her understanding. She watched me as I finished dressing, then stood up out of bed, hugging and kissing me before I left. Having her nude, gorgeous body pressed against me was too much to handle. As her tongue danced around mine and my cock started to harden, I seriously thought about just staying the night. But I couldn't. I had to put my best effort into the games. After lingering for another moment, I broke off our kiss and told her good night.

"Good night. I'll see you at the track, Jimmy."

I reluctantly left her dorm and walked back to mine. Along the way, I took out my cell phone to text Lothar. Of course, he was long asleep, but I wanted to tell him I was skipping breakfast with him tomorrow, and that I'd meet him at the track. I saw the time on the phone, two AM. Damn! Morning would come fast.

Morning did come fast, and I prepared for my day. I picked up a protein shake from the cafeteria and headed into town. I planned on giving Veronika the surprise of her life. I visited several jewelry stores before I saw the ring I had to have. It was a specialist jeweler, independent. This was going to set me back big-time, but I could handle it. The ring was made of platinum, with four box-cut diamonds in a channel on either side of the main stone. Capping off the ring was a two carat, brilliant round diamond, with just the slightest hint of blue. This was definitely the one.

I paid the proprietor. He assured me he would re-size the ring, or, barring that, re-set the diamonds in a different size if need be. I walked back to the village and took the shuttle to the Sliding Center. When I arrived and found Lothar, he was mildly surprised that I had shown up as early as I did.

"I'm glad you're here. Track conditions are perfect, so there will be some really fast times out there today. You need to take your practice runs."

"Sure. I never did tell you, but in that second run yesterday, midway through, all of a sudden everything seemed to slow down just a bit, and I could see the track much better," I told him.

"That's good!" he exclaimed. "That's how you put up the good times. Remember, let the sled do as much of the steering as possible."

I nodded my understanding and turned to the locker rooms. After a couple of steps, I remembered the package I had, and I didn't want to leave it in my locker.

"Lothar," I said, digging the box out of my pocket. "Will you hold on to this for me? It's important. VERY important."

"Sure," he replied, holding out his hand. He had a look of unbelief mixed with curiosity on his face.

"If you're that interested in it, open it up," I told him.

He did, then whistled through his teeth. "Fancy!" He looked up at me with an approving look, "I'm proud of you, son. I've always thought you two would be great together. You obviously think the same thing."

"Thanks," I said as he pulled me into a hug.

"Now, go make me even more proud out on the course!"

I spun away, smiling, and got ready.

I felt really good in my two practice runs. I had a suspicion that I would do well today. Since I sat in 28th place, I was one of the first down the ice. My run started off great – my start this time would end up being my best of the Olympics. I tried to relax and let the sled do most of the work, like Lothar said to do. I felt myself almost willing the sled in and out of the turns in my vision of what a perfect run would be. I reached the end of the course and skidded to a halt. Of course, I honored Nodar's memory after the run, and as I turned to see my time, I knew I had nailed it. My time was 49.110, another improvement! I was joyous and celebrated with Veronika and Lothar. Lothar caught my eye, looking expectantly, and I curtly shook my head, telling him to wait. He got the message and smiled.

After the third run was finished, my time ended up being tenth best for the run. My total time was 2:28.317, 3.403 behind the leader, Loch. This put me in 25th place, a jump of three places! I was anxious to start my final run – I decided to go all out. I wanted to break the 49 second mark, and I was going have to leave everything I had out on the ice in order to do it. If I crashed and made a fool of myself, so be it.

I had stoked my enthusiasm so much after the third run that the wait for the fourth run ended up making me nervous. So much so, that I thought I was more nervous than my first run. It seemed like every luger ahead of me took hours to finish. Then, finally, it was my turn.

My name was announced, and I heard the crowd applause and cheer. Wait – I actually heard them this time. Were the spectators getting behind me? I thought about how I was the underdog, I thought about Veronika, and I smiled as I slapped my windscreen in place. Most of my nervousness was gone, and as I sat down and gripped the track handles, the rest of my anxiety floated away.

I threw myself down the ice, prepared to put in my best performance so far. My start felt fast. As I came out of the first turn and into the second, I just knew I was faster than before. Of course, I can't tell when the differences are tenths of a second. But still, I knew it. Turns 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, all came and went. Even the more difficult parts of the track coming up passed by with ease. I burned past 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and the smooth zigzag of 13. Turn 14 led directly into 15 and 16, which was really like one big, dangerous final turn. Coming out of 14, I felt a little out of control. But I remembered what Lothar told me about letting the sled go where it wants to, so I didn't over-correct into turn 15.

I was really hot in turn 15, and I ever so slightly felt out of control. I pushed it to the back of my mind and pressed on to 16. I whipped around high on the turn and swung into the straightaway. Except I had been too high on 16. I crashed into the right-hand wall then rebounded into the left-hand wall. It was the second wall that did me in, slinging me off the sled. My sled careened down the track ahead of me at 80+ MPH, and I quickly followed behind.

My head bounced off the ice, then the wall, then the ice again, and my left elbow was pinned in the corner of the wall underneath my body. My elbow was hurting like hell as I hurtled towards the finish line on my back. I eventually came to a slow stop, just meters from the finish. I just laid there, trying to catch my breath. I could hear people running up to me, but otherwise it was quiet. No one in the stands made a noise. I reached up to remove my windscreen from my helmet, but encountered my face – it had apparently come detached in the crash. The action did cause me to scratch my nose with my spiked glove, and I could feel blood flow down towards my cheek immediately.

The emergency team finally reached me and started asking me all kinds of questions, all at once. One, who I assumed to be a doctor, was more forceful than the others and took precedence. "Are you okay, there?" he asked. I nodded, and he took out a small light and shone it in my eyes. "Follow the light, only with your eyes." I did so, and he seemed satisfied with the results. You hurt anywhere else? I told him I wasn't, and attempted to stand up. "Whoa, just a minute. Sit up, but no further." I did as I was told, and sat up. "Any dizziness?" I shook my head no. He nodded to the people around him, and I felt hands grab under my arms and haul me to my feet.

The spectators clapped and cheered when they saw I was okay. My suit had a hole at my left elbow, and my elbow was bruised and bloody. The doctor held gauze to my nose to stop the bleeding from my self-inflicted injury. The doc put a bandage over my nose and was done. I peeled off my gloves then took out the picture of Nodar, kissing it, as had become my ritual. Tucking the picture back in my suit, I made my way down the straightaway towards the finish line.

I made it to the finish line to a fresh round of applause from the gallery. Lothar and Veronika were right there, waiting for me, each with a worried look on their face, Veronika with tears slowly tracking down her face. She grabbed me into a gigantic hug, exclaiming, "What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?!"

Lothar interjected before I could respond: "That was a good, aggressive run. Too aggressive, but it took guts to do what you did."

I smiled, and still holding onto Veronika, I reached my hand out to Lothar, who was standing outside her field of vision. He quietly dropped the ring into my hand. Veronika still had a firm grip round my waist, so I gently pushed back from her.

"Wow. That was certainly exciting!" She held on to my hand, which was shaking from nervousness for what I was about to do.

"Oh, you poor thing! You're still shaking!"

"Um, Veronika, I uh, need to ask you something." I was so damn nervous, and the look on her face was one of puzzlement. She nodded, not comprehending, and I continued, looking into her deep green eyes. "Well, we've been really good friends over the past few years, and have become really close lately. What I want to know," I said, pausing to kneel. "Will you marry me?" I slipped the ring on her finger before she had a chance to answer.

"Of course!" New tears came from her eyes, this time tears of joy. I stood up, the happiest man in the world, and kissed my bride-to-be. It was the most passionate, intimate kissed I'd ever shared with her, despite the fact we were in the midst of hundreds of people. Cheering and applause went off around us, with the media recording all of it. I turned to the spectators, smiled, and lifted my hands in the air in celebration.

"She said yes!!!" Athletes, coaches and officials laughed around us, and a crowd of well-wishers formed, preventing us from leaving. We greeted everyone in turn as the event continued. It caused quite a distraction.

The event ended with the German taking gold. Because of my crash, I ended up in last place. I could not have hardly cared less. Lothar told me that at the time of the crash, I was putting up my best time so far. It certainly felt like that, but I'm sure it wasn't enough to vault me into the top 20. Overall, I felt that I really improved over the Olympics.

I desperately wanted to spend time with Veronika. But since the women's competition was starting tomorrow, she had to get her training runs in. I hung around to watch how things went.

Veronika was done in late afternoon. We decided we wanted to go to a nice restaurant before she had to turn in for the evening. The problem, though, was that neither one of us had nice clothes with us. I gave her one of my credit cards and suggested she go shopping. I didn't have to tell her twice. We went on our separate ways and decided to meet in the bar of Le Poisson, supposedly the nicest French restaurant in Vancouver.

[jreezy33]

Part Six

I decided to go conservative in my choice of attire, so I chose black slacks, black dress shirt, and black jacket. The requisite black shoes and belt completed the all-black look. When I arrived at the restaurant, I had assumed I'd get there before Veronika. I went to the bar after informing the hostess of my reservations and checking my coat.

When I got to the bar, I was surprised – surprised that Veronika beat me there, and amazed at how gorgeous she looked. She was sitting at the bar, sipping a martini, with more than her fair share of eyes on her. Her evening dress was black with spaghetti straps, and she showed as much cleavage as her smallish breasts would allow. The skirt was cut a couple inches from the knee, and was tight, with a slit cut on the left leg, showing off even more of her muscular thigh. The dress snugly wrapped her narrow waist and curvy hips. Her short blond hair was pinned close to her scalp, and her green eyes sparkled intensely when she saw me – even more brilliant than the ring shining on her right hand.

I walked up to her and without saying anything, she embraced and kissed me. I could feel eyes burning into the back of my head, as surely I was the envy of almost every man in the room. We let the kiss linger as long as decorum would allow in a fine establishment as this, and I joined her, sitting at the bar. I ordered a martini to match Veronika's drink. I looked into eyes and took her hand.

"Veronika, why are you wearing your ring on your right hand?"

She smiled and responded with a smile, "Jimmy, in Austria, people wear their engagement and wedding rings on their right hand."

It really didn't matter one way or another to me. I was just so happy we were engaged! Veronika told me about her practice runs and how she was feeling about the competition as we finished our drinks. Soon, the maitre d' informed us our table was ready, and we sat for our meal.

Salads were already on the table, and we continued our talking about the competition, and of course, the conversation came back to my crash. I ordered a glass of wine, but Veronika did not, since she was competing tomorrow. The main course was a wonderful Mediterranean seafood dish. It was flavorful, but it had the added benefit of not feeling so heavy after eating it. We talked about getting married, where we would want to do it, who we would invite, how soon we wanted to have the ceremony. We both agreed that sooner was definitely better. We split an ice cream and fruit dessert and sat there, holding each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes, without speaking.

Veronika finally broke the silence after looking at her watch. "Jimmy, it's already after ten. We should really get going."

"I know, I'm sorry," I told her. "I shouldn't have taken you out this evening since you're competing tomorrow." I started to feel guilty, that I had been selfish with wanting to spend time with her.

"Don't feel bad, it's okay. We're both adults, and we make our own decisions. Besides, I couldn't stand the thought of not having dinner with my fiancé on the first night of our engagement!"

Buoyed, I asked the waitress for our check.

"Sir, it has been taken care of," she told us.

"Excuse me?"

"Sir, the gentleman in the booth, over there," she said as she pointed. "He has paid for your dining tonight. He sends his congratulations."

Veronika and I both looked in the direction the waitress gestured. There was the German luge gold medalist, Felix Loch. He saw us, smiled, and raised his wine glass in our direction. We smiled and gently waved our appreciation to him, retrieved our coats, then left the restaurant.

What I hadn't told Veronika was that I hired a livery service to pick us up in a limousine. The driver was waiting patiently for us, opened the door, and assisted Veronika getting inside, and I followed her in. The inside of the limo was dimly lit, and the privacy screen was deployed. Soon we were in motion.

"Really? A limo? You didn't have to do all this," she said.

"I know. But I wanted to. I wanted this night to be as special a night as possible."

Veronika leaned in to me and rested her head on my shoulder. "You know how to make a girl feel special. Why do you think it took us so long to realize we were attracted to each other?"

"I don't know," I responded to her. "We're both busy athletes touring and competing. I'd never really thought of you more than a friend until the last year or so. I mean, you're gorgeous, and I've always thought so, but I guess I just never took a chance."

"Well, however it happened, I'm glad it happened. I'm going to make you so happy and I know you'll do the same for me."

"That's true – we will make each other happy, I have no doubt in my mind," I told her. "But for now, we need to get you to sleep, so you can do your best tomorrow!"

Veronika looked up at me, asking "But do we have to go back right away? We have this nice car all to ourselves…" her voice trailing off, devious smile on her face.

I hit the intercom button, and the driver's voice filled the air. "Yes, sir?"

"Uh, will you please take the, erm, scenic route back to the village?"

"Understood, sir," the driver replied, with a tint of amusement in his voice. "I assume you'll inform me when you're ready to return?"

Veronika had begun to kiss my neck, and I quickly responded to the driver, "Sounds good," and turned off the intercom. Veronika kissed me full-on now, straddling me in the seat. I slid my hands up her thighs, her short skirt bunched up around her hips. I unzipped the back of her dress and breaking our kiss, pulled it up over her head. She looked amazing in a strapless black lace bra and matching thong.

"You are so beautiful," I told her.

I rubbed my hands from her shoulders down her ribs, to her waist and to her hips. I exerted pressure from my hand onto her lace-covered pussy. As I rubbed her moist snatch, she began unbuttoning my shirt. Once my shirt was open, she splayed her hands over my chest, teasing my hard nipples with her smooth touch.

Veronika got off of me to take off her bra and thong. I used the opportunity to remove my shirt, pants and boxers. Each of us took in the other's naked form. Veronika pushed me down onto the long couch along the side of the limo. She laid down on top of me, her lips inches from my cock and her beautiful, bald cunt just inches from my mouth. I grabbed her ass with both hands at the same time she kissed the tip of my cock. She slowly worked her lips up and down the shaft as I lapped at her folds. I buried my tongue as deep as I could between her walls. I heard muffled groans of pleasure from Veronika as she continued her adoration of my unit.

She was dripping wet now, and I replaced my tongue with a finger, deep inside her. I sucked on her nub, and Veronika released from my cock, giving out a litany of encouragement to me, in German. After sucking and flicking my tongue over her clit for a few more seconds, she came, her juices rolling down my chin down to my chest.

Veronika grabbed my cock and stopped sucking, trying to gain her breath. "Jimmy, that was…so…good. But now…I just have to have you inside me." She crawled a couple feet away from me and shook her ass my direction, looking back at me and smiling. I immediately sat up and kneeled behind her and inserted my cock deep into her waiting, wet snatch.

I assaulted her pussy deep and hard, my hands around her exquisite waist, just above her hips. I was trying to hold back as much as possible, but I knew I wouldn't be able to last long inside her. I soon realized that I didn't have a condom. I stopped thrusting, keeping myself buried inside her, to tell Veronika: "No condom!"

She responded, "Please don't worry about that right now. I need you to come inside me."

I kissed her shoulder and began driving my shaft within her again. I slowed my pace, holding on to her hips, and giving her hard, deep thrusting instead of fast ones, her ass slapping against my abdomen. Her muscles contracted around my prick, and after three more thrusts, I spilled my seed deep into her, grunting my satisfaction.

I stayed in that position, cock inside her, as I kissed along her shoulders. We both were breathing hard, gasping for air. Veronika collapsed onto her chest, and I followed her down, still inside her. Eventually, I reluctantly pulled out of her. We were both sweating and the limo smelled just like one would expect it to after intercourse in a confined space.

I reached over to hit the intercom. "Home, please," I told the driver. I turned hit it off before he responded.

We both got dressed again, now in somewhat wrinkled clothing. Soon we were back to the village, and we stopped. The door opened moments later and the driver informed us we were at Veronika's dorm. Veronika held me close and kissed me deep. "I love you, Jimmy. Thank you for the amazing night."

"I love you too, V. Get rested up. You have a medal to win tomorrow!" She kissed me again, then let the driver help her out of the car. Once she was inside, we took off, and I was dropped off at my dorm. I leisurely walked up the stairs to my room, thinking that I was the happiest man in the world. Over the last few days, even though I had lost a friend and lost a competition, I had gained something even better: a soulmate.

Epilogue

Veronika Huber-Shropshire gazed contentedly at the snow falling outside in the cold November sky. The Alps rose all around, covered with snow. Their house was nestled snuggly in the Inn Valley, on the outskirts of Innsbruck. Veronika could watch the snow fall for hours. She turned, and her gaze moved to the mantle over the fireplace, fire blazing beneath. She walked over and picked up a picture of Lothar, Jimmy, and her at the 2010 Winter Olympics. All three had huge smiles on their face. It was the day that Jimmy proposed marriage to her. She picked up and looked at her Olympic silver medal, still somewhat in disbelief that she had competed so well.

Normally, both Veronika and Jimmy would be out on the luge/bobsleigh tour. She rubbed her extended belly, now nearly nine months pregnant. No, luge would be on hold, at least for the 10/11 season. Suddenly, Jimmy embraced her from behind, wrapping his arms around Veronika's belly, and he kissed her ear. She sighed with satisfaction and put her medal back on the mantle.

"Reliving your Olympic exploits," he asked her.

She turned to face him, and Jimmy pulled her in close. Looking up, she answered him: "Yeah. But not thinking so much about the silver medal. Thinking about you, getting engaged, getting married…and how you got me knocked up," she finished with a smirk.

Jimmy replied smiling: "It was a great year. You've made me a very happy man."

"Yeah, I'm glad we – OH!" A worried look flashed across her face.

"Honey, are you okay?" Jimmy asked.

"I think my water just broke. I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE!"

Jimmy and Veronika both sprung into action and were out of the house in minutes. A few hours later, born at 8:53 PM in Innsbruck, Austria, weighing eight pounds, eight ounces, Jimmy and Veronika welcomed Florian Nodar Shropshire into the world, the newest member of the Austrian Luge Team.

Fin

[surfguy17]

amazing story :D

[jreezy33]

Glad you liked it!
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[Canskreg]

Loved this story, very well written.

[nickpop91]

amazing