In Between the Yin and the Yang

In the mad tie dye sanctuary of Hippyville, Gentle Ben cradled his soul mate Starchild as they looked out upon a golden sunset. "Wow," they said in unison. It had been another good day. The rest of the commune was peaceful and still, the other residents contemplating and meditating. No one wanted to harm anyone here - not mentally or physically.

But soon - alas - the storm arrived - Moonbeam set his sights on Starchild. He realised he was crazy about her whilst sitting in his meditation. I want her, he thought, Sod Gentle Ben, and reciting his dedication he slowly opened his eyes.
     Gentle was not with her - he had gone for a slash - so Moonbeam made his move. "Starchild," he said to her, "I've watched you from afar, and I think you're a really beautiful person."
     This was normal conversation for Hippyville so Starchild took it as it was said. In fact she even said, "You're beautiful too."
     "I want you," said Moonbeam, getting to the point, "I want to make mad passionate love to you."

Gentle Ben was standing over the urinal for the final trickles, thinking I'm so happy, I wish everyone could be.

"You want sex with me?" Starchild questioned Moonbeam. She couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
     "Yes," said Moonbeam, "Here and now." He ripped his top off and she took off hers.
     "What's going on?" asked Gentle Ben, returning from the toilet. Moonbeam
grinned - a smug grin asking to be punched out - "Me and Starchild are about to have sex."
     "Starchild?" said Gentle, looking at her bemused, but Starchild simply shrugged.
     "Free love, free sex," Moonbeam continued to grin, "The hippy ideals. You know."
     Gentle Ben didn't know what to do. Starchild had badly let him down. And as for Moonbeam - he wanted to smash his face in. But it wasn't the hippy thing to do.

Sod it, he did it anyway, and enjoyed every second of the ten minute beating he gave the bastard. Afterwards he left Starchild to pick up the pieces, telling her "Don't think twice it's alright." He went to smoke a hash pipe to calm himself down. This failed, and he toyed with the idea of converting to skinhead.