“My aim must be off,” said Carmen with a cold voice from the mound.

            “It must be,” shot back Shane.  “Why don’t you aim for where it counts?” asked Shane, giving up on being civil.

            “You’d have to spread your legs for me to hit where it means the most….” Yelled back Carmen.

            “Ouch,” muttered Harlequin from her crouching position.

            Shane said nothing, looking down at home plate and raising both her hands to her side, turning and facing Carmen, she took her hand and then put it to her heart.  “Here, just hit me here…”

            “Hit the ball, Shane!” yelled Alice from the bench.  The over the top theatrics was getting to her, she could see Rosita laughing on the other side of the field. 

            “Come on, Carm, isn’t this what you want?  You want to hurt me, so, hurt me…”

            “Dyke drama,” groaned Brian in the stands.  Justin hit him in the ribs, and Brian kept his mouth shut.

            “She’s cute though,” Jesse said to Brian, and Brian shrugged.

            “If you get Shane’d, some say you never go back,” laughed Jayden.  “I wonder if that goes for Sam also.”

            “Wait, hold on, she and Sam?” asked Justin, looking back out at the field and giving Shane a long look.  She was sexy, androgynously sexy.

            “Just once,” answered Jesse knowingly, nodding his head, “I think,” he added.

            “I’ll be…”

            On the ball field

            “Shane, either take your place, or I’ll call you out,” said Melanie from her station behind Harlequin.

            Carmen pegged the ball at Shane, who moved, getting the ball hard in the shoulder, “Fuck you, Shane!” yelled Carmen.  “Is that what you want?  FUCK YOU!”

            “Grow up!” said Bette to the both of them.

            “You’re one to talk!” said Tina from the other side of the field.  Another screaming match followed, accusations and dust being kicked as the two teams slowly emerged from their dug outs.  It was like a slow wave of lesbian and gay bodies about to collide. 

            “Oh boy,” said Mel, waving at them, then yelling for some sort of decorum to be observed.  Instead, they started to weave into each other, Carmen was screaming at Shane, who was begging for her to listen, to give her just a minute to explain. 

            Bette was wagging a finger at Tina, who was physically pushing against her.  Alice was trying to get between them, but Rosita was there also, cooing to Tina in her sultry voice. 

            Jenny and Max were arguing about their book collaboration. 

            Sam was the only one seemingly not about to fall into the vicious cycle, so she sat down on the bench and threw her hands up, giving up, muttering about Dyke Drama in a tone very reminiscent of Brian.

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