Fear not Grosjeanites, for though it seemed that I bowed out to dis boring German at
ze last grand slam; thingz are not what they seem...
There I waz, sharing a hot tub with Dementieva and Myskina, sipping from
my glass of chardonnay, when I decided to take a little stroll around ze groundz.
“Hurry back Sebastien!” ze girlz pleaded, and I assured them zat my absence would be
“Fear not, my naughty nymphetz. I am only...