Looking into Lara’s eyes with the same serious expression, Alice explained, “I don’t mean the suit.  I mean this.  Us.”  She waited a beat then finished quietly.  “It’s weird.”

            “Oh.”  Lara lay there for a few seconds, at a loss for words.  She finally nodded, “Yes, it is.”  With a sudden spin she rolled, and reversed their positions so that a shocked Alice was pinned to the ground with Lara on top.  “What are we going to do about that?”

            “We could talk,” Alice suggested.  “Why don’t you help me up and we can start?”  She held her hands up in mock defeat.

            Lara pushed herself up on her knees and struggled to stand in the suit.  Once up she straddled Alice’s legs and tried to grab the blonde’s outstretched hand, but found the suit kept her from quite making the connection.  “Uh, I’m trying.” 

            Alice attempted to sit up, but found herself too encumbered to be successful.  Cursing lightly, she started to roll back and forth in an attempt to flip over.   

            Lara hadn’t anticipated this sudden action and tried to move out of the way, but Alice’s floundering roll caught her at the ankle and once again, she lost balance.  With a comic bellow she toppled over backwards so that she was roughly toe to toe with Alice.  For a moment there was silence as the two gazed at the sky. 

            Suddenly, a manic war cry rang out, followed quickly by a panicked squeal they both recognized coming from Bette and Jenny respectively.  Lara and Alice rolled onto their sides to catch a vision of Bette flying through the air and flattening a terrified Jenny.  The two went down in a tangled heap, with Bette’s gleeful laughter floating on the air.  Lara looked at Alice with a confused expression, “Why does Bette seem so pissed at Jenny?”

            Alice blinked.  “You haven’t read Lez Girls?”

            Lara nodded, “Sure, I read it, but I didn’t take it seriously.  Who would?”

            “Uh, anyone who was caricatured for her monetary gain?”  She nodded towards Bette, “Don’t you think that Bette’s reputation precedes her?  Jenny’s book brought all sorts of shit down on her.”  She rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up.  “You really did leave us all behind when you left for Paris, didn’t you?”