Gingi â€” All the girls are wearing wet suits. I want a wet suit. Everyone looks dashing in black neoprene with jazzy-colored side panels and a cool, cryptic logo on the chest. They're like too-thick superhero outfits. Erin's should come with a holster.
The girls paddle out and bob just beyond the break. The sun, the blue water, the open horizon, ah â€¦ Yeah, who cares about that crap. Did you see what just walked out onto the beach? Michele's friend Gingi has arrived.
Michele: I tell everyone that my friend Gingi is coming. Yeah, that's her, that's Gingi. Here she comes. Hush. Silence.
All eyes are on the beach as Gingi drops to her knees and adjusts her bikini top.
Erin: When I first saw Gingi walking down the beach, I was thinking, "Any fries with that shake?" [Laughs.]
Like Vanessa, Gingi is a young, single clothing designer. Unlike Vanessa, Gingi's favorite past time is flirting. "If I could get paid for flirting, I'd be a rich woman," she laughs. Sure you can. Just add a pole and some 10-inch stilettos. It's called stripping.
Gingi says she's terrified of the ocean, so she's recently taken up surfing to overcome her fears. But Gingi threatens to raise new fears within the gang.
Michele: With lesbians, when you introduce somebody new into the group, [the] most common [reaction], if you look like Gingi is: "Wow, she's really hot. I want to sleep with her. Does she have a girlfriend? She better not come near my girlfriend."
And that's just Jessica.
Adding a new person into an established group of friends is always tricky with lesbians, especially if that new person is hot and single. Like a pack of dogs when a strange loner wanders into our area, we're simultaneously suspicious and curious. The girls do the lesbian version of butt-sniffing: They compare tattoos.
Jessica is impressed with Gingi's back, which is covered with a design of her own creation. What is that? A map? A color-by-numbers tree? Jessica has three Japanese characters down her left side. She says they mean "devotion of truth," and she fondles them lovingly.
Melissa is smiling stiffly, feigning interest as Gingi and Jessica compare body art.
Melissa: Jessica's behavior just made me feel like somebody reaching in through my chest, through my breath (sic) plate, and grab my heart and pulling it out of my chest.
The bleach in her hair seems to have damaged the rational parts of her brain.