“Sorry I snapped at you,” she immediately said to Rachel once the front door was closed. She pulled the redhead to her for a hug.
“Babe, it’s okay,” Rachel replied, looking up at Ainsley from within the doctor’s arms. “Sounds like someone just doesn’t know how to let go.”
Ainsley moaned.
“It’s really beginning to disturb me,” she admitted. She had never told Rachel about Casey coming by the hospital that one day. At the time, she just didn’t think it was worth it. But now she was remembering Casey’s words shouted at her in the staircase.
I’m not giving up!
She shuddered. How much longer was this going to go on?
Rachel noticed the shuddering.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.
Again Ainsley moaned.
“I have told Casey to fuck off,” she said. “Literally using those words! I really am getting worried. Why won’t she just go away?”
Rachel grinned.
“Well, you are pretty amazing,” she said.
“Stop! I’m serious! What do I have to do?”
With her brow furrowed, Rachel said, “Can I make a confession?”
“Um…sure?”
“I have never thought about lesbians going through this kind of thing before. I’ve known about guys who get obsessed with women and stalk them and won’t
leave them alone, and vice versa, but it never occurred to me that women get like that over other women.”
Ainsley looked down at Rachel and cocked her eyebrow.
“Trust me,” she began, “bitches be crazy too.”
***
“Bitches totally be crazy!” Krissy exclaimed, pulling off her t-shirt, revealing the turquoise-colored sport bikini top underneath.
They were in the locker room at the volleyball club, getting ready to take the court. Ainsley had just told her friends about Casey’s latest attempt to woo her back, finishing up by relating what she had told Rachel about how even lesbians are not above becoming obsessed with their exes.
Becca, using the locker next to the one Ainsley and Rachel were sharing, put her arm around Rachel and said, “Trust me, Rach. If you decide to keep dating women, you’ll find out how psycho some of them can be. One of my exes actually set a fire just so my station house could respond to it.”
“What?” Rachel was staring up at Becca with wide eyes.
“True story,” Becca said, resuming undressing.
“I’ve had my car keyed,” Charlotte offered.
“I had an ex,” Krissy said, “who broke into my house and waited for me in bed naked with a call girl and then told me she did it so that we could have the threesome I always wanted.”
The others stopped what they were doing and stared at her.
“What?” Krissy demanded. “I’ve always wanted a threesome! Don’t act like you guys haven’t!”
“Anyway, Ains,” Becca said, “you let us know if there’s anything we can do to help.”