Lei walked inside the house and slammed the door closed, "Gentlemen, we are going to join the university's football club."

"Hell No!" Michael yelled, seated at his favourite spot in their house living room while watching a night program.

"Lei, you must be kidding!" Tyson lowered a medical journal in his hands and looked at the friend, seated on one of the couches in the living room.

"Hell Yes and I am not kidding!" Lei said and continued walking to the corridor that led into the rooms inside the house.

"Stop right there, you monkey!" Michael snarled looking at him, "You tell us this and just walk away? You don't see it important to tell us the reason for your monkeyness?"

"Listen here, you twit!" Lei stopped and pointed at him, "I don't feel any obligation to discuss my thoughts with you. You are the slaves here, not the other way around. We are joining the football team, period, and good night."

Michael turned to Tyson in a tone of harangue, "You stupid monkey! I can't believe you are sitting your ass comfortably listening to this crap!"

Tyson, seemingly more disturbed by Michael's words than Lei's, put his journal down and specifically looked at Michael, "Listen to me, you barmy dunderhead!" He hissed, "I am not Lei who doesn't mean his threats, but should you ever, ever again call me a monkey, I am going to show you how your spine really looks like."

Tyson then turned to Lei, his tone no different, "And you, yokel buffoon, if there are people qualified to be slaves in this house are the two of you. I am the rightful master here, the computer nonsense and technology gibberish come second. Always keep that in mind."

Michael maintained at him firmly, in their usual banter and badinage, "You think some bitch who is qualified to touch blood and organs is superior to a computer guru? There is absolutely nothing special in opening up a chest and seeing how the heart pumps, or opening up a tummy and removing a kidney. I mean, it is just cutting, opening, removing and sewing back. I have seen plenty of it in Grey's Anatomy, and a five-year-old can do it.”

“But what a five-year-old can’t do, or you yourself, is open a system that has a password. So, the bragging rights here is mine."

After Michael was done with Tyson, he turned to the still standing Lei on the house corridor that led to the other rooms of the house, "And you, ape, I wouldn't even join a football team in heaven, if there will actually be one, meaning there is absolutely nothing you can do to make me join a football team, not unless you take me to tour hell. And I am talking about the real stuff, not some human sufferings they call hell."

Lei put his hands on the hips, motioning to them, "Mike, you always speak of hell. You are fond of it, aren't you? But don't worry, you will get there one time. At least every scientist has to fry in that hole. But what I am asking you isn't a request or anything. We will be joining that team, and you will have to suck it up whether you like it or not."

"Then you will owe us for life, because we had an agreement on it," Tyson said.

"After everything I have done for you? This again should be on the other way round just like the master I am to all of you. All of you owe me for life."

Michael stared at him for a couple of seconds before speaking, "I am just curious. Who got into you? Is it the Vice-Chancellor?"

"I like how you think, Mike." Tyson said, suddenly intrigued, "That woman's power has engulfed our boy."

"It wasn't her." Lei simply said, "She can never get me in anything that I don't want or need." A smile started hovering on his face as he continued talking, "It was a woman, yes, and a woman who makes all the sense in my life." His smile took him back to one of the many memories he would live to remember...

He opened the room door after he had been out exercising and there stood the lover in the room with a most beautiful smile. She wore a striped red and black structured maxi dress and mint patent heels with black feathers and diamante accessories. He stood staring at her for a moment, beguiled by her beauty.

"Hello, handsome." She began with a stimulating impression and enthralling charm.

"Hello, beautiful. You look..." And truly he didn't have words of describing her. When she wanted to be beautiful, she made it look quintessential, and it was almost always impossible to describe the beauty.

He just stood there staring, until he got to her right hand, which carried a plate and a piece of cake on it. This was also the time the odour of the cake reached him, filling his nostrils with a sweet aroma.

"Is that for me?" He was still at the cake.

She slowly walked to him, her steps eloquently measured, "Yes, it is." She took the cake from the plate with a fork and directed it close to his mouth, "I prepared it myself. Took some special time to prepare it because I know you like cakes. I delivered all my best on it."

She looked deep into his eyes, the cake still posed before his mouth, "It came out the best I have ever prepared because my feelings knew it was for somebody important and special. If only that person knew how special he is to me."

"He knows!" The information brought happiness and pleasantness in his heart, "He really knows."

She joyfully continued and fed him the cake.

"Uhm!" He felt the cake's taste, "This is delicious! You did this yourself?"

She brightly smiled, "Yes I did, and there is more. The whole piece. But you are going to have it only if you do something for me."

"Anything, beautiful!" He said with flaming desire, "I will do anything you wish. You always know that."

"Even joining the school's football team?"

"That's it? I thought it was a big-time thing, like helping you cut someone's head off!"

She amusedly smiled, "I would like you on the team because you will have fame that is going to fill me with so much pride. I will be over the moon when the university always talk about this great footballer who is my mine and mine alone."

"Absolutely, you beautiful thing." He said without a moment's hesitation nor consideration, then put his arms around her waist, "And when I am that famous, you will always be around me and your name will fill my lips. All will know that I am yours and yours alone. If that is what you want, then you will get it, my lovey-dovey."

She brightened her smile more with a wild vivacity on her face and manner, "Thank you! Thank you, my love_"

"Just wait a moment, we are not yet done." He stopped her celebration, "I have done my end part of the bargain, where is the rest of the cake?"

She once again amusedly smiled, "Let me give you a kiss first." She leaned in and started kissing him, deeply and passionately.