Baseball 10

We return from coffee. Zohra takes umbrage at the minutes of the Visible Minority Committee meeting. I can type 55 words per minute from my CSR job. The diatribe takes til five minutes before quitting time.
A busy day, yes; productive, not one iota.
After supper, we resume the book sorting. She is now on a rampage, heaves the moldy oldies. The collection is now 1/3 of the size, newer, non-smelly. I'm proud of her.
There is a vertical building pillar in the washroom. Effect, can't see anyone's feet in the far cubicle. It's there I sit next morning as I overhear, "so heard how bad the Pigs' Team meeting was last week?"
"No, haven't heard."
"Lasted five hours. Come on, every other team, it's an hour, maybe 1 1/2."
"Yeah I hear you. Bad as pettifogging lawyers. Bunch of anal retentive geeks."
"That crazy Indira, waving a knife around."
Gasp, "she takes a knife to meetings??"
"Not like that, it was a cake knife, someone's birthday, but still ..."
Hmm Pigs' Team, that explains a lot. Indira with a knife, she does get that heated.
"So Zohra, be honest, how was it you ended up Pigs' Team?"
"It was worth it, I can assure you."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Indira and I got into a fistfight."
I gasp, "you did? Who won?"
"Fourth punch I KO'd her. She was asleep a while."
Despite myself I laugh.
"Bet you wish you'd seen it?"
"Oh yeah!!"
"Let me guess, never hit her once in all those two years, right?"
"Correct."
"Gandhi would be proud of you, self-restraint like that."
Indira's smug look says trouble, again, "so Zohra, look relaxed, must have got laid."
"Matter of fact I did."
"Tell me all about it."
"I'm a real woman, need a real man. No wimpy baseball player for me. Little boys they are, talk of Mom, apple pie and Boy Scout days. Went to a biker bar of course."
Indira turns away in a huff.
Zohra chuckles, "Sorry Quentin, no offence meant toward you."
I laugh, "I understand."
"And now, she'll be so ticked at me, won't speak to me for a fortnight. Pure bliss!"
Team Leader must be in a hurry, "so Zohra, manage a decision?"
"If it were the football team, I'd say no way. Animals they are, cocaine, hookers, even one charged with murder. The baseball lads, pretty harmless sort. I could do the file without being nasty."
"Thank you so much. Lot of these woman would have said no."