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Being Bad
(Giselle Renarde)

I guess a lot of people do stupid things coming off a break-up, but I wonder how many do stupid things with strangers.

After weeks of mourning the future I'd seen in Justine's eyes, I decided the only way to feel better about myself was to fuck a total stranger.  The big problem?  When I got to the only lesbian club I'd ever heard of, the sidewalk was lined with bad-ass dykes.  No way in hell I'd go inside.

"Hey," one of the dykes called as I turned to head home.  She was big and built, but the way she flicked her cigarette to the sidewalk irritated the hell out of me.  "You comin' in?"

"I don't think so."  I tried to walk, but I couldn't move.

She came so close I could smell the smoke on her clothes??"a wrinkled shirt over compressed tits, dirty black jeans and a studded belt.

"Why not?" she asked.  "You straight or something?"

Those words burned me like acid.  That sneer, that smell, even her slicked-back hair made me want to punch her.  And kiss her.  And more.  

God, why couldn't I walk away?