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    War Zone

    WAR ZONE

     

    Tasha jumped over the rock, rolled on the floor expertly.

    POP

    Tasha yanked Helena out of harm’s way just as the bright yellow paintball swooped past her. They landed with a thud behind a small wooden wall.

    “Helena are you fucking crazy going out there like that?” Bette scolded leaning against the wall.

    “Good thing we have fucking Superman here to save us,” Helena said sarcastically.

    “Fine next time I’ll just leave you, see how that mustard yellow looks on the very expensive shirt of yours,” Tasha said.

    “EEK!” Helena said, “this is my favorite shirt.”

    “I can get the same fucking shirt at the swap meet for cheaper,” Tasha said.

    “What are you Mexican?”

    “Don’t be racist!”

    “Will you two shut it!” Bette cried, “Helena I shop at the swap meet too. Carmen took us once, what a great bargain. Look we gotta just focus on getting through the barrier.”

    “Without getting hit in the face with a paintball,” Tasha said.

    “Whoa, whoa face?” Helena squeaked, “no one said anything about getting hit in the face!”

    “Once I got nailed with a blue one, shit hurt for three weeks,” Tasha said.

    “Oh good job calming down Barbie over there,” Bette said sarcastically.

    “Hey I am not Barbie!” Helena cried, “first of all Barbie likes dick.”

    Tasha and Bette started laughing loudly.

    “What you can’t handle the stick Hel?” Tasha said, “Just cause I don’t like it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to drive it.”

    “Jeez Tasha, Alice rubbed off on you big time,” Bette said.

    Tasha shook her head, “sorry it slips out sometimes.”

    “No it’s okay, I know what you mean,” Bette said, “I used to enjoy the fun stick til I realized…well men are idiots.”

    “Is this a man-hating party?”

    “GAH!” Everyone screamed as Jenny ducked in beside Helena.

    “Jeez chill, even if I wasn’t on your team I can’t shoot you,” Jenny said. She opened her jacket and her blue T-shirt was covered in an assortment of different paintballs.

    “Holy Shit!” Helena cried.

    “Damn Jenny why were you alone?” Tasha said, “You know I don’t leave my men behind.”

    “I thought we hated men,” Jenny said.

    “I didn’t mean literally…”

    “So do you want us to wear strap ons?”

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    1. After a very long and bad day, I really needed to read something like this. I couldn’t stop laughing, I love this story. I can’t wait to see what was the bet

    2. Hmm, weird…I had left a comment, I believe after ally4cleo but it’s not there…I guess this is why I should refresh my window to make sure it was posted. Anywho, thx for this story..you write TLW comedically so well. I don’t have any specific guesses as to the bet..but in general I think it either pertains to sex or something publicly embarassing for the losing team. So yes, would love the answer to the bet and who exactly the winners/losers were please!

    3. Oh my god this is so god, after a tired day of work, your story make me feel so much better. This is so funny and fun, love it and can’t wait to see more, please post sone, thanks!

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