was. She found this disturbing.
"You know, for years I've been thinking about how you cheated on me."
"I can't see where I was worth all that," Chase said. Tori hadn't crossed her mind a day after they broke up. Obviously, there'd been a difference of opinion on the nature of their relationship. She did remember standing outside Tori's office—she was a TA in Chase's Jane Austen seminar—telling Tori that she'd get tired of her and Tori staring hard at her with the look of serious love. "No, I won't."
"My therapist says I need closure, so I got a little present for you."
Chase was horribly confused until Tori, a substantial butch, nailed Chase in the solar plexus. She fell to the ground and rolled on her side. This position rendered her vulnerable to another attack She closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the size ten Doc Marten coming at her ribs. She'd heard broken ribs took a long time to heal and that the process was painful. She'd never actually had the shit kicked out of her although there'd been times she'd deserved it. She figured her past had found her and was exacting retribution.
She heard Graciela and Delia screaming and she opened her eyes to see a burly Hispanic woman, dressed in black commando gear and a security badge, pluck Tori up and prevent further damage. Graciela dashed out a quick right hook that would have decked Tori had the guard not grabbed her first.
"Hey, that's enough of that," the security guard said.
"What the fuck! She beat up my sister un-in-law."
"Yeah, and she's going to get charged with assault." She put cuffs on the infuriated Tori and marched her off, Tori glaring back at Chase. "First Aid," the security guard called out and pointed to Chase.
Gitana knelt beside her and peered anxiously at her. "Are you all right?"
"I think so." She'd caught her breath and got up on her knees.
A young woman with purple hair came running over toting a first-aid kit. "Are you bleeding?"
"No, just lost my wind. I'm fine, really."
Graciela and Delia helped her up. "Let's go to the first-aid tent and let them have a look at you," Gitana said.
"No," Chase protested. "I'm okay."
"Let me check for broken ribs," the young woman said, running her hands along Chase's sides. "Nope, you're good."
"Great. Well, thanks and we'll be on our way now," Chase said, trying to untangle herself from Graciela and Delia.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Gitana asked.
"I fine, really."
"Dude, you just got decked. I gotta show you some moves. I'm like, a green belt in Karate," Delia said.
"You never told me that," Graciela said. She let go of Chase.
"Well, you look like you have a pretty mean hook," Delia said.
"Nah, just schoolyard tactics." Graciela kicked the grass.
"Let's get her to a table," Gitana said.
"Maybe I do need a beer now," Chase said.
"I'm on it," Delia said, making for the beer tent.
The burly Hispanic security guard came back over. "No life threatening damage?"
"Aside from my pride, no." Chase dusted off her shirt.
"Sorry about that, usually I'm right there, but I didn't see that one coming. Normally, there's an argument first before punches fly. That was low. Who was she?"
"An ex-girlfriend."
"I can see why. I'd keep a lookout for any others." She adjusted her belt.
"I will and thank you," Chase said.
"No problem." She made off.
They found the nearest table with an umbrella and sat down. Delia returned with provisions, three Coors Light in plastic cups and a lemonade for Gitana. Graciela watched the security guard as she made her rounds.
"Man, she's tight. If I was a femme I'd be all over that," she said.
"Damn right," Delia said. She set everything down.
Chase took a big swig of beer. She was beginning to understand her mother and her martinis.
"What did you do to make her so mad?" Gitana asked. She brushed more dirt off Chase's
"You know, for years I've been thinking about how you cheated on me."
"I can't see where I was worth all that," Chase said. Tori hadn't crossed her mind a day after they broke up. Obviously, there'd been a difference of opinion on the nature of their relationship. She did remember standing outside Tori's office—she was a TA in Chase's Jane Austen seminar—telling Tori that she'd get tired of her and Tori staring hard at her with the look of serious love. "No, I won't."
"My therapist says I need closure, so I got a little present for you."
Chase was horribly confused until Tori, a substantial butch, nailed Chase in the solar plexus. She fell to the ground and rolled on her side. This position rendered her vulnerable to another attack She closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the size ten Doc Marten coming at her ribs. She'd heard broken ribs took a long time to heal and that the process was painful. She'd never actually had the shit kicked out of her although there'd been times she'd deserved it. She figured her past had found her and was exacting retribution.
She heard Graciela and Delia screaming and she opened her eyes to see a burly Hispanic woman, dressed in black commando gear and a security badge, pluck Tori up and prevent further damage. Graciela dashed out a quick right hook that would have decked Tori had the guard not grabbed her first.
"Hey, that's enough of that," the security guard said.
"What the fuck! She beat up my sister un-in-law."
"Yeah, and she's going to get charged with assault." She put cuffs on the infuriated Tori and marched her off, Tori glaring back at Chase. "First Aid," the security guard called out and pointed to Chase.
Gitana knelt beside her and peered anxiously at her. "Are you all right?"
"I think so." She'd caught her breath and got up on her knees.
A young woman with purple hair came running over toting a first-aid kit. "Are you bleeding?"
"No, just lost my wind. I'm fine, really."
Graciela and Delia helped her up. "Let's go to the first-aid tent and let them have a look at you," Gitana said.
"No," Chase protested. "I'm okay."
"Let me check for broken ribs," the young woman said, running her hands along Chase's sides. "Nope, you're good."
"Great. Well, thanks and we'll be on our way now," Chase said, trying to untangle herself from Graciela and Delia.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Gitana asked.
"I fine, really."
"Dude, you just got decked. I gotta show you some moves. I'm like, a green belt in Karate," Delia said.
"You never told me that," Graciela said. She let go of Chase.
"Well, you look like you have a pretty mean hook," Delia said.
"Nah, just schoolyard tactics." Graciela kicked the grass.
"Let's get her to a table," Gitana said.
"Maybe I do need a beer now," Chase said.
"I'm on it," Delia said, making for the beer tent.
The burly Hispanic security guard came back over. "No life threatening damage?"
"Aside from my pride, no." Chase dusted off her shirt.
"Sorry about that, usually I'm right there, but I didn't see that one coming. Normally, there's an argument first before punches fly. That was low. Who was she?"
"An ex-girlfriend."
"I can see why. I'd keep a lookout for any others." She adjusted her belt.
"I will and thank you," Chase said.
"No problem." She made off.
They found the nearest table with an umbrella and sat down. Delia returned with provisions, three Coors Light in plastic cups and a lemonade for Gitana. Graciela watched the security guard as she made her rounds.
"Man, she's tight. If I was a femme I'd be all over that," she said.
"Damn right," Delia said. She set everything down.
Chase took a big swig of beer. She was beginning to understand her mother and her martinis.
"What did you do to make her so mad?" Gitana asked. She brushed more dirt off Chase's
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