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“It’s true!” Ainsley confirmed. “No, when a woman I’m not interested in hits on me, I just state that I’m already seeing someone.”

“Wait…not that you’re seeing a woman?”

Ainsley shook her head.

“No, no, no…see, I keep it purposely vague because of the BALs”

“What are the BALs?” Rachel asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Brazenly Aggressive Lesbians,” Ainsley explained. “It’s my own term, I made it up. See, there are some lesbians who, if you tell them you have a girlfriend, they just crank it up even more.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. BALs will be, like…” And Ainsley changed to a different voice. “‘But baby girl, I can do things for you your woman can’t!’”

Rachel laughed.

“Oh my fucking god!”

Ainsley was also laughing.

“Trust me, you have no idea! Lesbians can be just as bad as men! Hey, you cut your nails!”

Ainsley had just noticed how short Rachel’s nails were.

Rachel, blushing, said, “Yeah, well…um…you know, with volleyball…I just figured, why bother keeping them long? They’ll just break.”

“Good idea,” Ainsley said, looking at her friend’s nails again, able to now daydream about Rachel doing wondrous things with her fingers now that those vagina-killers she sported before were gone.

Their new drinks arrived and again, they took turns sipping from each other’s. Ainsley made a mental note to learn how to make coconut margaritas. Perhaps she could serve them at her housewarming party.

“You know,” Rachel said, “I can’t wait until you move to Carlsbad.”

“Me either,” Ainsley said. “Then we can just hang out here at the bar after volleyball and then drive back together.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Rachel said.

“And then hang out in Carlsbad doing whatever,” Ainsley added.

“Well, until you get a girlfriend and then all of a sudden you have to rush home to her.”

“Hm, good point,” Ainsley said, nodding sagely. “So, to make sure that doesn’t happen, become my girlfriend and the problem is solved.”

“Wait a second,” Rachel said, holding up her hand in a blocking gesture. “I can’t promise to be your girlfriend until I see what kind of flower game you bring on Friday.”

Ainsley cocked her eyebrow.

“Well, don’t think you’re getting past first base on Friday if your chocolates game sucks!”

Rachel rolled her eyes.

“Please. Trust me, my chocolates game has already assured me at least third base.”

Ainsley’s clit pulsed.

“Well, trust me, Rach…when you see my flowers game on Friday, you may as well just answer the door naked.”

Rachel gave a little gasp and Ainsley saw her shift in her seat and cross her legs.