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    Collision Course 4.08

     

                “Keep your fingers and your orders to yourself, you ain’t no drill sergeant.  Come on, Kennard, let’s bring you over to my side of the field,” said Rosita, leading Tina away from the irate Bette.  Tina turned her back on Bette, while Rosita walked backwards, smiling at Bette in a knowing way.

     

     

     

     

     

                “Oh my god, Harlequin is here?” groaned Helena to Jenny, who was warming up, swinging the bat in a haphazard arc.  Helena took a quick step backwards, narrowly being missed by the end of the wooden bat.  Jenny wasn’t paying attention to Helena, instead her eyes were averted to where Max was sitting with his girlfriend of the day.

     

                “Did you see?  Max is here also,” muttered Jenny.  Max was sporting a full beard, and had cut his hair short, in a mohawk that spiked high over his now caveman like brow. 

     

                “I noticed, I also noticed how many people are here from the studio, it seems that Harlequin is using her magic to lull them all into her web,” sighed Helena.  As time moved on, finding a job seemed like a near impossibility.  Her rage over being suddenly black balled all over LA, and in the business world, kept her from getting over the sting of her mother’s betrayal. 

     

                “I cannot believe she’s over there!” said Bette to them, watching as Rosita seemed to be fawning over Tina.  Having gotten her a jersey, then used a black marker to write Tina’s last name on the back in near perfect lettering. 

     

                “You are the one that was fighting with her,” reminded Shane.  “Then you let player woman take her over to the other side…”

     

                “She was already on the OTHER side!” rallied back Bette.

     

                “Bette, us bisexual’s don’t like to be told who we should and shouldn’t fuck,” said Alice, batting her eyes.  Slightly angry that Rosita was paying so much attention to Tina, but she wasn’t about to let Bette get away with being a bitch.

     

                Bette was making mimicking faces at both Alice and Shane, walking away, leaving Shane, Alice, Jenny and Helena laughing at her. 

    Comments

    1. Ugh! The Weekend? you’re killing me. That was incredible. I was laughing so hard, I could barely finish the chap. Felt like I was there watching the whole mess unfold. Too funny. You’re the best. Can’t wait for the next update.

    2. You are high on my list. Know you have been busy moving and getting Julie garden ready for fall{joking] Love this it was like a T=Ball game. where if someone hit the ball 8 kid ran after it and the hitter ran to third unstead of first. Big girls playing kids games and acting like kid thanks so much for Posting, thanks bvh

    3. hahahaha, this was so awesome. I’m cracked up laughing here! I really wanted to be at this “soft”ball game :)))). Really J, you have magic, I love the way you write! Wonder what the aftermath is going to be now. Sorry been away for a while, so I need to catch up on your chapters. Doing so asap!

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