Lisa is LIVID!

Lisa had sat down on the deck chair in an effort to calm down. Just who did that little shrimp think she was, calling her a Neanderthal. If it wasn't for her wife interfering and her blood pressure, she would have hung that little worm off a flagpole by her bikini bottoms!

Speaking of which, Lisa looked up and saw the little bimbo talking with Taylor. No doubt her wife was ending a feud before it began. She smiled slightly as she dried her hands and arms. Lisa had always said that if anyone looked up "Sweetheart" or "Friendly" in the dictionary, they would find a picture of her loving, sensitive, and caring wife.

Lisa had just reached into her bag and pulled out a book, which was surprisingly a romance novel, when she suddenly heard what was, in her opinion, the worst and most saddest sound on the planet. Lisa looked up to see Taylor loudly sobbing as she ran to the locker rooms, the former's heart breaking at the sight.

Turning back to the pool, her blood began to boil as she saw Lauren smirking to herself before continuing her swim. At that moment, Lisa was seeing red! That little witch could insult her intelligence and appearance until she was blue in the face, and all Lisa would have given her was a black eye or a broken nose.

But nobody, absolutely NOBODY, made her Taylor cry and got away with it!

Lisa felt her hands turn into fists as she got up from her chair, stomping towards the pool with a snarl on her face and murderous glare in her eyes. At the midway point, however, Lisa instead growled angrily as she turned and made her way to the locker room. That little witch could wait. Right now, she needed to see if Taylor was alright.