[ It's not that Annie doesn't find most women attractive, it's just that attraction isn't what the whole thing is about at the moment. It's about stress, it's about dumb physical exertion, numb thoughts, bitten fingers. She doesn't expect anything beyond a jolt of endorphins. Doesn't expect anyone to be calling her name later tonight. She ties up her long, dyed hair like she's getting ready to go for a run or something, not slinking off to the locker room with a woman.
She'd grown up in an all girls school. Slinking off to the lockers, or the supply closet, or even into another girl's bed in the night to do what hormonal teenage bodies needed had been so common place for her it wasn't even particularly titillating any more, no sense of conquest, and certainly never any sense of romance. Annie had none of that in her. Just has a hole in herself that she used to fill with drugs and booze, and now that she's a sober woman she fucks around and fights more instead.
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She'd grown up in an all girls school. Slinking off to the lockers, or the supply closet, or even into another girl's bed in the night to do what hormonal teenage bodies needed had been so common place for her it wasn't even particularly titillating any more, no sense of conquest, and certainly never any sense of romance. Annie had none of that in her. Just has a hole in herself that she used to fill with drugs and booze, and now that she's a sober woman she fucks around and fights more instead.
Easy peasy. No big deal. ]