"I always told you, you have the greatest dad in the world, Josh!", Stephen tried to convince his friend. "It must have been quite an undertaking to get those tickets. They're worth at least 10 times their weight in gold, for God's sake!"

"Your friends' dads are *always* cooler, Stephen. I'd think you would know that by now? But yeah, I guess he really wanted to surprise me. Sometimes, my old folks get it right by accident."

Josh was in the middle of his puberty crisis, with a copybook generation-conflict striking. But *some* things you just can't deny even when you're chock-full of hormones that cloud your mind...

He had just turned 16. And it looked like this would become one hell of a birthday! Tickets to this year's US Open guaranteed the best afternoon of their lives, Josh thought. They weren't ordinary tickets, but a couple that would give them access to an Anna Kournikova match! Tennis turned into total entertainment ... And that's why they were now part of an enormous crowd, marching towards Flushing Meadow Park.

Kournikova was not just another player to Josh. Suuure, he liked to watch tennis... But ever since he first saw the Russian conquer the courts&crowds of Wimbledon about a year ago, he had been in some kind of trance. He couldn't remember even a single hour that she hadn't been in his thoughts since then... Even at night in his dreams. "And great dreams they are!", Josh mumbled with a smile on his face.

"You think she's going to wear that skimpy yellow outfit again of Roland Garros? Man, when I think about how her nipples will show through when she gets sweaty !!!". Stephen was just as big a tennis-fan as his mate...

"No, no, no... She always shows a new collection at each Grand Slam. Fashion is one of her passions. She'll wear a totally new one. Can hardly wait to see her showcase it!" (or was it the outfit showcasing *her*?)

It sounded *more* than just a little pedantic. Actually, Josh was feeling slightly superior to his friend when it came to this subject. Stephen was just an 'ordinary', 13-in-a-dozen fan. But Josh, he was so much more... He almost felt like knowing her personally, although they never met. Other teens were walking car-encyclopedia, or computer experts. Josh was a walking -and talking- Anna encyclopedia. He was more than happy to cite the month-by-month evolution of her WTA ranking if you insisted!

His Anna-memorabilia collection was quite impressive. Posters, magazine articles, calendars, coffee cups, fake erotic pics from the internet (http://ffleetwebspace.free.fr/tmfu/index.htm ).. You name it! He giggled when he thought about all the physical pleasure she had given him in return for his "investments", without even being aware of it herself. He often wondered about her reaction if she would know that she had been his virtual lover over the last year... "Damn, she HAS to know that this happens!!" The idea of her realizing this, undoubtedly shocking, truth made him slightly excited.. How would she deal with the image of guys jerking off to her pics, to put it frankly?

"WATCH OUT!" Stephen pulled Josh, who was still in dreamland, by his arm, just in time to not get run over by a large black limo that came speeding by.

"WHAT THE HELL???"

"Calm down, man.. The idiot missed you."

It was as if lightning struck Josh. Make that a pillar of salt that got
struck by lightning! But not just because of the near-miss! Was his imagination getting away with him, or was that KOURNIKOVA sitting in the back of that limo???? Although it was driving fast, Josh had an eagle-eye for anything(mostly girls of course) looking like her, and he was quite sure of himself.

The car had turned into a small side-alley and they saw it stop at a gate a few hundred metres further down. The front window sunk and someone showed a security card to the gatekeeper. Seconds later the gate opened and the car drove on... Josh realized that they were looking at a back entrance of the US Open complex. "..and what does this mean??" He could barely breath from excitement. It had to mean that his eyes had NOT betrayed him!

"Let's go on, man. We could miss the match if we don't hurry up!" Stephen pulled the arm of his friend again. But Josh, who was still staring at the gate in utter silence, wasn't paying attention to him. As if a mysterious unknown force had taken possession of the teen boy, he started walking towards the gate...

"What are you doing, man???" Stephen had not even seen Kournikova inside the limo. And anyway, he had no idea of the real significance of Josh's obsession. So it's rather unsure that he would have linked it to his friend's odd behaviour.

With Stephen trying to drag him back and talking into him, Josh wandered closer to the gate. Acting as casual as his limited acting talents, and his confused buddy, allowed him. At that very moment another car, a big van this time, arrived. In what was more like a sudden split-second inspiration than anything planned, Josh broke loose from his friend's grip and hid behind the van. As it slowly drove inside the gate, he walked along and found a route out of the line of sight of the gatekeeper...

He left his confused buddy standing outside, watching him with an expression of total disbelief on his face... Meanwhile the gatekeeper turned his attention to his magazine again, like all gatekeepers seem to do all the time... Nothing to fear from that side!

"Josh, buddy... WHAT are you DOING here???" For a second, a fragment of reality seemed to get through to him. But he felt as if his instincts had taken control, as if he was watching someone else. Watching a silly obsessed teen just walk on, not even aware of what he was up to.

As a few people walked by without reacting suspicious, Josh's heartbeat went down again. He got a bit more relaxed. "So, we're in now... Let's make the best of it, whatever "it" may be!" he encouraged himself. Although in some way shocked by his own impulsiveness, he also seemed to love the adrenalin-rush.

The complex was quite big; a collection of buildings spanning several generations, showing signs of a steady grow through time. A network of paths meandering between them, lined with lawns and implanted trees. Lots of busy folks on their way to everywhere. It was an ant-colony, and Josh started to seriously question his adventure.. There was just no beginning!

After some aimless strolling, he finally noticed two male players coming out of one of the buildings, down the steps. As he was only really interested in women's tennis, Josh recognized the faces without actually being able to put names on them. That was not the thing that mattered, though. At least he had some place to start now!

As he got inside, matters didn't exactly improve as he had hoped. He was again faced with a true maze of doors and passages. "Just where the hell am I going to find her??" was all he could think.. "Find her"?? "Find HER"?? Finally his subconscious motivations had started to surface... It was a totally crazy idea! You needed to be *nuts*, to be perfectly honest. Or have a tiny little bit of schizophrenia. To split off your crazy part just long enough to make the jump into the insane. In some way, Josh considered himself *lucky* that he suffered from that mild manifestation of schizophrenia.... It was sure to spice up your life sometime. Like...*today*!

He mustered up his courage , took a deep breath and started his quest. Walking around with brisk step, scanning the nameplates on the doors. Looking for a clue, *any* clue.

"COURT MATERIALS" "BALLS" "MEDICAL ROOM"
"Heheheee... Now THAT'S where I'd like to examine Anna a little closer... " His overactive imagination clearly didn't need much. At least not in things related to his favourite tennis princess...

"JUNIOR DRESSING ROOM" "TROPHY REPOSITORY".. The list went on and on, but nothing that seemed to get him closer to his goal.

"HEY KID! What are you doing there?"

Josh was still completely captivated by his quest, when a thundering voice
made the blood freeze in his veins.. A huge uniformed security guard had taken him by surprise.

With his brain working full-speed, he quickly regained his composure.
"Euh.. I was looking for the ballboy dressing room, sir. I have a match shortly you see..."

Although he was plenty strong physically, being member of the school football team, Josh still looked quite young in his face. He was about 5"9, for 145 lbs. Yet, you wouldn't give him a day over 15 without checking what was underneath his trainingsuit! A fact that he thankfully exploited in this emergency situation.

"BWAHAHAHAAA.. It's for that Kournikova match, isn't it? You lucky bastard!!! I can see it in your eyes, little brat. Aahhhh... how I wish I was still young like you. Back in my days, we had cows in tablecloths on the court. It was just another boring day at the office for us ballboys back then... Not the peepshow they've turned it into now!"

"I wouldn't worry too much about your match. I saw miss Kournikova enter her dressingroom over there just a few minutes ago. I think her match has been put back by at least an hour so you should have plenty of time."

Josh could barely hide his joy. "There indeed must be a God up there!!" he whispered, eyes focused on the door the guard had pointed his finger at.

"Regarding the ball-boy dressingroom you were looking after: it should be at the end of the 3rd corridor over there. By the way: better tie up your zizi before
you go on court, and don't wet your pants! The audience has an eye for things like that, BWAHAHAHAA!!"

Roaring with laughter, the big guy smashed Josh's back with his hand and continued his tour around the complex.

"Uh..! Eh, thank you, sir."

Josh couldn't help noticing how all the pieces of the puzzle seemed to together so nicely, and effortlessly! Putting on one of the ball-boy uniforms that hung on the coat-hooks in the dressingroom, he understood that this short moment of improvisation had handed him an excellent cover to get closer to his idol. Ball-boys weren't suspicious around here *at all*, and there were many reasons why a ballboy would, "accidentally" if necessary, end up in her room. Just by mistake. Or to inform her about the start of the match. Or to beg for a signature. Or to help her get dressed? "Hi, miss Kournikova! Can I come inside? (now *that* sounded ambiguous...) My name is Josh Jenkins and I'm the one who was appointed to help you get dressed. Can you please strip down so we can build up your uniform from scratch?"

"Hold your horses, Josh!", he grinned to himself.

It was just an attempt to fight the nerves, but they were now racing through his throat anyway!

Once he was disguised in the typical blue shirt and shorts, he gave his cheeks a few slaps and took a deep breath "You can do it, Josh! Just turn off that brain and walk to that door... NOW!"

The corridors towards her dressing-room seemed to stretch like rubber. Walls closing in on him and time slowing down while he was walking. The echos of his footsteps sounded like they arrived at his ears after going through a swimmingpool. This was pretty much how it would feel if you were approaching light speed according to Einstein, he thought. What was happening to him??? After all she only had two legs, two arms, a head etc.. like anyone else! Ok, maybe all slightly more gorgeous than average, but still?? She was a normal human being, nothing to start hyperventilating for!

Finally, there it was: "Miss A. Kournikova" the improvised plate said. It all suddenly became frighteningly real and close now! Fast action was required, before letting second thoughts enter his mind. Josh took the doorhandle in his hand, he inhaled another deep breath and finally took the plunge... He gave the door a powerful swing as if to pretend that this was a genuine "mistake". Someone who really thought he was entering the right room. No holding back..

"I'm so..."

=> CHAPTER 2

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