Andreas Voigt, 32 years old retired sportsman

Sanders with the ball, going from the left side of the pitch, takes over the defender, passes forward to Voigt. Voigt accelerates, two more defenders in front of him, what will he do, there are no colleagues around, Voigt, beautiful dribbling with the ball, Voigt, just a goalkeeper in front of him, he chips the ball, Voigt for the hat trick! And it goes in, ladies and gentlemen, that's another one to add to his tally, what a splendid season for this young man...

The TV in a small cinema room was displaying more and more images, compilations, goals, commentators getting excited over everything.

"Looking in the past again, Andreas?"

The soft voice belonging to a woman that entered the room asked. She was tall and quite muscular, her brown hair were tied in a ponytail.

"Nothing else to do."

The tired, bitter voice answered. This one belonged to a man sitting on a couch. He was in his early thirties, short black hair, no beard or mustache.

"You could always go out, check what's up out there. Maybe even talk to people." She suggested.

Andreas looked at the cane that was just at arms reach away from him. He bit his lip at the sharp pain that suddenly attacked his knee again.

"No, thanks, Lisa."

She just shook her head and proceeded to sit next to him.

"You know that locking yourself away from the world and being glued to the TV, constantly reliving the past isn't healthy, right?"

He didn't answer her, just turned up the TV volume. There was another goal scoring celebration on the screen.

"Ehh, you are lucky I consider you my friend. Otherwise you wouldn't have anyone else visiting."

She pat him on his back.

"There's enough people coming for me to disconnect the buzzer at the gate. Journalists, people who wants my money, some sponsors. And a head coach or two every month that wants me to join his crew to train new strikers..."

"You could do that."

He looked at her sternly.

"I couldn't. I can't even run for a few seconds without my knee acting up. Hell, even walking is a problem lately."

Lisa sighed heavily. She's been dealing with this mood for two months now.

"Listen Andreas... I have something to tell you." She began.

He turned his head to the TV.

"I'm leaving the country. My injury is healed and I have a new contract in Spain."

"Congratulations." His blank voice said automatically.

"I'd... I'd like you to come with me. You know, so I can keep an eye on you. And so that you have any friends around."

"No, thank you." His voice turned back into bitter one. "I'm good in here."

"Good? Sitting at home all the time, not doing anything but watching your old games?!" Lisa was a little annoyed. She somehow believed that he would go with her.

Andreas just shrugged, not wanting to go into conversation about this.

"Can you do one thing for me, please? For old times sake."

He grunted, but turned his head towards her.

"Find yourself a companion, a new friend, maybe ever a housekeeper. Someone to talk to, to interact with. Just... Don't be alone."

He didn't respond, just turned his head back to the TV.

A few days later she left after giving him a final hug. They've been friends for a very long time. He remained her good buddy and helped her immensely when he was on top. And she stayed by his side after the career ending injury.

Few more days of walking alone in the big house, getting mixed up groceries from ordering online and having literally no one else to talk to made Andreas reconsider a few things. He didn't want to call Lisa, of course, to tell her that she was right. That he wanted to go with her after all.

Instead...

"Alright, Google, don't fail me." He was talking to inanimate objects. He found himself doing that quite often. "Companions in my area... What?"

He reacted surprised when he got swarmed with ads about singles, moms, and lots of other females in his area wanting to apparently just have a casual sex.

"Okay, let's try something different..."

Andreas tried several dozen of search key words, but every time he was getting only to dating web sites, or social media ones. He could, of course, go out and meet someone, but that thought only stayed in his mind for maybe two seconds before getting discarded. Finally, he just gave up, and grabbed his Xbox controller, when he got a phone call.

"Mister Andreas Voigt?" He heard an uncertain female voice over the line.

"Yes, who is it?"

"Umm, my name is Sally. I'm from AWIO, waiting just outside of the gate. Can you let me in, please?"

The few seconds long pause followed. Andreas had no idea what was going on, or how in the world would this stranger have his number.

"I didn't order anything from AWIO. Go away."

He was going to disconnect, but she managed to say something that stopped him from doing just that.

"I came here on Lisa's behalf. Lisa Hansen."

"Okay."

Voigt pressed the disconnect button, and the grabbed his cane, moving towards the door in pain. He heard a few polite knocks on the doors.

Then, he looked through a peephole.

There was a woman in a black and blue suit on the other side, with ash coloured hair tied in a bun and glasses on her sharp face. Andreas could clearly see the visible outline of some sizeable breasts under the suit, and a toned stomach. She looked a bit nervous, biting her lower lip, and not being able to focus her eyes on anything.

He opened the doors and looked at her.

And then he froze in shock.

Right below the end of her suit jacket, where the pants should start, she had a massive bottom part, long and scaly, like a snake!