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    Ledge Walkers: Lesbian Adventure Club, #2
    Ledge Walkers: Lesbian Adventure Club, #2
    Ledge Walkers: Lesbian Adventure Club, #2
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    Ledge Walkers: Lesbian Adventure Club, #2

    By Rosalyn Wraight

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    The Dykes Who Dare are back, minus one. Hostesses Kate and Claudia decide to focus on things they should have been taught in school—things that would have helped them grow up to be strong, healthy women. But with this crew, it's safe to assume that little turns out as planned and that strong, healthy women are sometimes hard to recognize in the throes of drama, deviance, drunkenness, and a whole lot of ducks.

    Lesbian Adventure Club, Book 2

    Approximate word count: 40,000

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDon't Waste Daylight
    Release dateAug 21, 2019
    ISBN9781932014396
    Ledge Walkers: Lesbian Adventure Club, #2

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      Ledge Walkers - Rosalyn Wraight

      Chapter 1

      I paced. I paced some more. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. We were about to host the monthly Lesbian Adventure Club, and this was the first time we had ever done so in our own home. The other times we were in charge, we had taken everyone away for the weekend. Why having them here made a difference, I wasn’t quite sure. Each of them had already been here. Some came quite often. Never as a group, though—maybe that was it.

      I headed out the sliding glass doors that separated the dining area from the screened back porch. I took a seat on the couch out there and lit a cigarette. As I watched Claudia preparing things in the kitchen, I let my mind drift through a mental list of the day’s activities we planned. I hoped to hell that it accomplished what we intended it to. It was important to me, not just from the standpoint of success or failure, but this one was personal.

      Our last get-together involved a scavenger hunt. Ginny and Kris had hosted it, and the two proved themselves to be diabolical. They had ‘gotten’ each and every one of us in one way or another, and numerous times during that weekend, we vowed to pay them back in full. I certainly felt resolute at the time, but now there was a part of me just so very grateful for how they truly got us. They got Claudia and me back on the right path, beyond the muck in which we had been so stuck. Our relationship felt renewed again. Hope had returned. Claudia was getting some help dealing with her grandmother’s death, and ironically, it seemed to enliven her at the same time it hurt her. To suddenly think about paying them back for that seemed absurd.

      I took a long drag of my cigarette as I watched Claudia approach the porch. She looked good to me, and again, I felt grateful.

      Are you going to help with any of this? she asked, but the question arrived as a prod not a fist. It’s twenty to nine. They should start arriving soon.

      I know. I’m dumping on you, I ruefully admitted. I’m sorry. I’m on my way.

      Are you okay? Is something wrong?

      I smashed my cigarette into the ashtray. I walked to the step, and I hugged her. She towered over me from the dining room. I liked that feeling sometimes—feeling small to her because I didn’t feel that way inside. The side of my face rested on her chest. Her warmth penetrating, her heartbeat steady, it felt safe there.

      There’s not really anything wrong, I finally replied. Just nervous. Stupid, huh?

      No, it’s not stupid. We planned really well, though, hon, so I think everything should go off without a hitch, she reassured. If something goes wrong, we’ll deal with it. We always do. She kissed me on the forehead and ordered, Now get your butt in here!

      She put me to work pureeing peaches, hardly a monumental task. My attention shifted between doing that, watching her set champagne glasses on the island, and monitoring the street through the front window.

      You don’t think this will backfire, do you? I asked, still wanting to make sure everything was okay. I’m praying it hasn’t gone too far already.

      Trust, hon, she answered. Then she smiled broadly and added, I’m an authority on that now, you know.

      Oh, you are, huh? I said with an honest but short-lived laugh. And you’ll help me make it all right if all goes wrong?

      Of course, I will. We did it. This is not yours alone.

      Before I had a chance to further the discussion, I saw Alison’s car pull to the curb. She had been in the club a few years. She taught yoga at the local Y, and she had a kind heart. Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately—she broke up with her partner during our last get-together, but she had been doing great since then. It made me happy that she decided to join us, as she worried about being the ninth wheel. A lot of coaxing on our part finally convinced her that she did not need to be coupled in order to attend. It was not, after all, the Lesbian Couples Adventure Club. If you’re queer, we’re here. Okay, that wasn’t exactly the club motto, but it worked.

      Claudia opened the front door quickly, averting any chance of Alison pressing the dreaded button that allowed the irritating doorbell to do its evil work. I hoped that when we moved into Claudia’s grandmother house there would be no doorbell. That at least was one thing I would not miss about this home that had been ours for six years.

      Hey, you guys! Alison said as she entered. I’m the first one, aren’t I? Sorry if I’m early.

      You’re right on time, Claudia said. Just throw your duffle bag into the first room down the hall. Then make yourself comfortable. You should have company in no time.

      I’m glad you came, I said to her as she started for the hall. It’ll be great, not awkward—at least no more than usual. I promise.

      She smiled at me and offered her thanks. As she disappeared, I pulsed the blender a couple of good ones. I knew Claudia would kill me for an inadvertent oxymoron: chunky puree.

      Suddenly from down the hall, Alison’s voice boomed, Lover Doll! Oh, hi there, Lover Doll! Oh my God, I can’t believe you guys kept her. By the time she finished her last sentence, she was back with us.

      Yes, we kept her, Claudia said, tossing a dirty look my way. "But it was against my better judgment. Lover Girl here seems to think she owes something to Lover Doll. The best I could get was an agreement that she would not sleep with us."

      We all laughed.

      I know it’s stupid, I tried to explain, but the idea of throwing her away just made it all seem so trashy.

      Claudia rolled her eyes and said, "Kate, it was trashy. She’s a blow up doll from a porn shop. I don’t think there’s a thing on earth you could do to make it not trashy."

      Yes, but I think I at least owe her a warm place to stay, I said, smiling as I remembered my little lovefest with Lover Doll in the parking lot of Peter’s Palace.

      Did you at least wash the smooched bugs off her boobs? She was hanging out the car window for quite awhile, Alison unwisely said.

      Oh please, hon, tell me you didn’t wash her boobs!

      I didn’t have to answer, thank God, because the doorbell suddenly bellowed its deranged tune through the house. Ding, dong, burp, spit, ding—that was as close as I could ever get to a description of it.

      Jesus Christ, can’t you teach that doorbell a new tune? Ginny sputtered as soon as the door opened.

      She wasn’t one to be tossing around those in-vain names. As a communication arts professor, she always said there were a million better ways to express oneself without having to be Neanderthal and resort to swearing.  Either she was learning that sometimes it just plain felt good, or she was crabby. I looked at Kris, and immediately I knew that it was the latter. Kris’ lips pursed, and the furrow in her brow seemed hoisted nearly to the top of her head. Her eyes rolled and then remained in the eleven o’clock position.

      Oh, just ignore our bellman, Ginny. He is one sick dude, I said. Come on in. How are you guys?

      We’re fine, Kris instantly replied and then refused to acknowledge the whipping around of Ginny’s head in her direction. And how are you all?

      I felt the need to apologize for the smirk that suddenly owned my face. I had known these two for over fifteen years. I loved them. I respected them. I depended on them. Above all, I trusted them. I trusted that in the nearly twenty-five years they had been together that they had learned enough about relationships and each other to weather whatever negativity existed. Issues that might do other couples in seemed to be mere bumps in the road for them, bumps they marked with respect. It wasn’t that the issues didn’t challenge or hurt. It was more that they accepted that life was downright nasty sometimes; you deal with it and keep moving. While I certainly did not enjoy their hard times, something positive stemmed from seeing their shortcomings, knowing they were not perfect. Those things gave me hope that I could have what they had, that fallible me could maintain a lifelong love. Besides, if you fuse a comm arts professor to a professor of psychology, you had to expect a few conflicts.

      Kris and Ginny entered our house just as Maggie and Susan slammed their car doors. This would make Claudia happy; she loved punctuality.

      I told Kris and Ginny where to drop their stuff, and then we greeted the new arrivals.

      Maggie managed a vegan food store, Mama Earth’s, while Susan taught in an elementary school. They had not been together that long, but it seemed they got a bit stronger and more comfortable with each get-together. This time, in fact, I saw an unfamiliar eagerness on Susan’s face. She overtly wanted to be here, which was immense for someone who still had three-quarters of herself in a closet. I waited for the day when it was less than half, even if only by a centimeter. I figured Maggie would be more comfortable then, as one who abhorred closets and all those things and people in life that forced some of us to need that kind of shelter. She was an activist to the core, on a hiatus of sorts while the two of them found common ground.

      Hey, you guys! Susan beamed and gave us both body slam hugs.

      Hi, humdinger, I greeted Maggie from over Susan’s shoulder.

      Hey, dilly, she replied, and we both instantaneously began laughing.

      Once the meet and greet ended, everyone took places on the living room furniture that had been pushed out of the way to accommodate the day’s activities. The conversation centered on the past scavenger hunt, and Kris and Ginny still gloated. Maybe it would be easier to pay them back than I thought.

      Susan asked, "So what are you guys going to do to us?"

      Well, we’d love to tell you, but Holly and Laura aren’t here yet, Claudia said. Kate, have you talked to them recently? Are we sure they got the invite and everything?

      Yes, I talked to Laura last night while you were in the tub, I informed her. She called to make sure we didn’t need anything. It’s only quarter after. That’s not really late yet.

      Between us, we finally decided to start the first activity, which we would further explain once our missing members arrived. Claudia set out fruits, bagels, a pot of warm chocolate, and various spreads. I took orders for peach mimosas as I popped the first bottle of champagne.

      Our living and dining rooms bled into the kitchen, creating a very spacious area. Women with plates and glasses spread throughout, nibbling on food and swilling those kinds of spirits that were somehow justifiable for morning consumption. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kris dip a strawberry in chocolate and offer it up to Ginny, who sat next to her on the couch. Take it, Ginny; please take it! Reluctantly she did and even offered a slight smile to Kris in return. Perhaps she was feeling better. I knew I was. My nervousness retreated, and again, I felt at ease with our friends.

      Oh, Kate sweetie, Claudia beckoned, and I did not like the tone. "It’s now nine thirty-five. Does that constitute late?"

      Yes, I would call that late, I shrinkingly replied, wondering how this suddenly seemed like my fault. I’ll give them a call and make sure everything is okay.

      I grabbed the

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