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Sisters: Lesbian Adventure Club, #5
Sisters: Lesbian Adventure Club, #5
Sisters: Lesbian Adventure Club, #5
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Sisters: Lesbian Adventure Club, #5

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Mess with one of the Dykes Who Dare?
I dare ya! I D Double D dare ya!
You mess with one, you mess with all.

And then to make sure everybody comes out unscathed, they'll mess with each other. Only in a DWD world would that even make sense, let alone work. But it sure beats knitting!

Lesbian Adventure Club, Book 5

Approximate word count: 43,000

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 21, 2019
ISBN9781932014419
Sisters: Lesbian Adventure Club, #5

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    Sisters - Rosalyn Wraight

    Chapter 1

    My eyes scanned the police station parking lot as though I donned an orange jump suit and a SWAT team just learned of my whereabouts. Needless to say, I was edgy.

    As a reporter, I had camped out there many times: awaiting a suspect’s release, expecting a news conference, oftentimes twiddling my thumbs while Laura worked a case and hoarded the precious crumbs of information. There were many legitimate occasions.

    This was different.

    I stretched my neck muscles and then put my hand out the car window to flick my ash. My fidgety brain needed no more coffee, and still, I downed the last two gulps in my Road Swill cup. To my right, a car eased into a spot, and I watched peripherally. To my left, Laura’s and Alison’s cars sat, doing nothing, but in my mind, they did nothing very suspiciously. Finally in my rearview mirror, I saw Susan’s car come to a stop. I raised the window, turned off the engine, and exited. As I locked the car, I stomped my cigarette, and then I inconspicuously slid into the backseat of Susan’s car.

    Greetings were exchanged, serious ones, and then, everybody went coldly quiet. Susan was behind the wheel with Laura next to her. Janice sat next to me, and Ginny rounded out the crew.

    We drove for about ten minutes, and then Susan maneuvered the car into a parking spot in the alley behind Molly’s Taphouse. As though we had done this slinking around shit a hundred times, we all disembarked, surveyed the area, and then slipped into the dark SUV two spaces away from us. This time, Ginny was behind the wheel, and Susan rode shotgun. I got stuck riding bitch in back with the other two.

    Take 56 East for about thirty miles, Ginny, Laura instructed.

    Wordlessly, Ginny did so, and soon city became country. We all relaxed.

    Anybody want some gum? Susan asked, holding up a pack and shoving a piece into her mouth.

    Janice grabbed it just as Ginny announced, Molly said she’d have a thermos of coffee for us in the back.

    Simultaneously, Laura and I twisted around and peered into the space behind us, filled to the brim with duffle bags and other necessities. We finally spied the thermos and foam cups, well out of reach. I slithered over the seat as Laura latched onto the waistband of my pants. She reeled me back in; mission accomplished. Half-filled cups were passed around, and Ginny vowed to avoid potholes.

    So can you tell us where we’re going, Janice? Ginny asked with a stare via the rearview mirror.

    Can’t tell. It’s a mystery that cost you a hundred bucks, remember? But I’ll tell you that it’s somewhere nice, she replied. I think we’ll love it.

    Has anybody talked to the girls? I didn’t call Maggie when school let out. I wasn’t sure if I should, being on the lam and all, Susan said with a semblance of a pout, and then she laughed.

    Laura answered, I got them there safely this morning, and I talked to Holly about an hour ago. It sounds like they’re busy being little homemakers.

    Ginny’s eyes were in the rearview again. Is this sneaking around really necessary or just making us feel like we’re flexing our muscles, Laura? Lisa hasn’t done anything, has she, Janice?

    Janice replied first, We’ve seen absolutely nothing of her since the injunction hearing. I just want it to stay that way. Alison has been so stressed out.

    Ginny continued to stare at Laura, awaiting an answer to her initial question.

    It’s muscle-flexing, Ginny, but if it makes Alison feel better, then it’s worth it, she said. It’s not as if we’ve never done strange things for our get-togethers. It’s supposed to be adventure, right? Besides, we couldn’t go from Point A to Point B even if we tried. Somebody would just have to run in a goddamn circle or something.

    That was indeed truthful, and the subsequent laughter proved everyone’s agreement.

    While I certainly had not felt anything near what Alison had to have been feeling in the last month, I knew the stress. We had all kept in touch on a daily basis. Alison had been a trooper in court, even telling the judge that Lisa had hit her and that she was terrified. She stood up for herself and showed tremendous courage. We were all proud of her. Throughout the hearing, Lisa had been unusually silent and neither denied nor admitted anything. Subsequently, Alison received a restraining order to keep Lisa at bay for two years. And while that definitely was a major hurdle, I didn’t think it lessened anything that much. Alison went from feeling helpless to being able to wield the power the system had given her, and yet, there was nothing over which to feel powerful. Lisa disappeared into the shadows, but trust did not replace that presence. Uncertainty still lingered.

    I think a weekend away from it all will be great for everybody, Susan remarked. Tacking on Friday night is even better. But... She turned and glared at Janice. "Is this a free weekend, or are the two of you going to jack us around?"

    Janice chuckled evilly. I thought that’s what we were supposed to do. That’s what everybody else does. Why should we break with tradition?

    Ginny continued our trek while we all pondered what the hell they would do to us.

    Soon, we entered a small town and requests for food and a potty break boomed. Ginny parked in a spot that gave direct access to a diner, a bakery, and a convenience store. Laura and I talked Janice into getting us doughnuts while we had a cigarette. My request that she pee for me went unheeded.

    I noticed Laura continually scan the vicinity. If our sneaking around was so unnecessary, why was she on alert? I couldn’t resist. Are you watching for Lisa? I asked her.

    She’s a piece of work, Sutter. An f-ing piece of work.

    I asked her to explain, and while she was vague about a lot of things, she did offer, She’s been living with a woman for about eight years now. The woman has a record longer than my arm—small crap but still crap. Lisa takes off occasionally and lives with other women for months at a time—like she did with Alison—and then she goes back to the woman again. I found out about six of them. I talked to three, and each one said she was abusive.

    Does Alison know?

    Of course! I told her. I even showed her a picture of the woman she lives with ... just in case, she said. But we’ve taken precautions. I also got Alison to get a new cell phone provider, because Lisa f-ing worked for the one she had. Imagine that. She shook her head. I think we’re okay, though, but I’m going to keep my eyes peeled.

    Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this then, I suggested.

    Kate, I’m not an idiot, she defended. I talked to my captain, and I talked to the sheriff up here. We’re covered. And with the way Alison set up this goofy thing of parking our cars all over and faking a club meeting ... I don’t think Lisa would have a clue what we’re up to even if she tried to figure it out. We’re going to have an enjoyable weekend.

    Well, half the cars are at our house, and Sam and Charles are staying there for the weekend. They were actually excited about it.

    That’s because they’re going to throw a party in your basement. Get boy germs all over everything. She laughed.

    Gee, thanks for putting that thought in my head.

    Eventually, we were headed down the road again, taking two more highways and then several back roads. Just before a fork in the road, Laura had Ginny pull over. The two of us got out and shared a cigarette as Laura watched for cars from behind. When she was satisfied that we had not been followed, she called Holly and told her we’d be there in a few minutes. We piled back in, and Ginny proceeded.

    Moments later, we pulled into a gravel driveway by a wooden sign that read: Crappie Cabin. I figured it was either a halfway house for fish or it was run-down and the owner misspelled crappy. The ensuing view proved me sorely wrong on both counts. An incredible A-frame towered in the distance, and on its deck stood five impatient and smiling women. If Janice called this a mystery, then it meant only one thing: How the hell were we ever supposed to want to leave?

    Ginny brought the SUV to a stop next to the car on loan from Charles, and we hightailed it out the doors. I had not seen Claudia since she left for work very early that morning. I missed her terribly.

    Hey, beautiful, she said and gave me a humungous kiss.

    I held her for a moment, and then we exchanged swift recaps of my full day and her quarter-day at work.

    The city of Granton suddenly seemed a thousand miles away, as did Lisa. We all greeted each other and quickly unpacked the SUV. Then, we got a tour of the place from those who had been there since late morning.

    The living room was enormous with a fireplace that took up the entire front wall, floor to roof. Oversized rugs and couches made it quite cozy. Off to its side were a dining room and kitchen, and above that, a loft made its presence known. It was awesome ... and ours for the weekend.

    Check this out, chickies, Holly dared as she opened the French doors in the living room. She smiled broadly at me. See what you think, Kate. She elbowed Claudia, and the jab was quickly reciprocated.

    Leery of what they were up to, I slowly entered a large screened-in area. There sat a hot tub and a bar, and... Oh Jesus! On the near end of the room hung a huge circular bed! Like a horizontal dreamcatcher in a giant’s house! Holy shit!

    Dibs! I screamed as loudly as I could. Dibs! It was mine! I would kill for it!

    You can’t call dibs! Alison yelled. We already decided sleeping arrangements.

    No way!

    Yes way! Maggie corrected. She must have heard my heart shatter because she asked, What’s it worth to you, dilly?

    Whatever you want! Whatever you want! I vowed. I have to have it, humdinger. I dropped to my knees. Oh please! Just name your price.

    She laughed at my groveling. I did not think it was funny. Why, this was a Celestial Symbiotic Slumber Chamber! If that didn’t have Claudia and Kate written all over it, nothing did. Okay, nothing probably did, but regardless: Holy frickin’ shit!

    Maggie proposed, You’ll give the dibster whatever she wants ... be at her beck and call? She smiled deviously.

    I was a split second from selling my soul to the vegan when it dawned on me. Sometimes I could be slow, but I don’t think I ever quite neared full-stop. I instinctively looked at Claudia, finding her in a fit of laughter, staring at her idiot lover kneeling in front of a taunting friend.

    I already called dibs, honey, she said with an outstretched hand.

    And I’m already at your beck and call. What else is new? With a grin, I grabbed her hand, pulled myself up, and raced with her to the unbelievable contraption. It’s been a really long day. Good night, everybody, I proclaimed with a wink at Claudia.

    Sutter, it’s barely six o’clock.

    I knew that, but I also knew I wouldn’t object if they all simply bought the bull and left us alone.

    Take it for a quick test drive, you two, Alison conceded. You have ten minutes. Then, you have to get your butts to the kitchen for supper.

    I’m grilling, Kris boasted.

    Maybe you could borrow Janice’s lotion holster, Susan quipped.

    Our detective had to add two cents, Sorry, Kris, it’s in an evidence bag at the station.

    They kept on with the stupidity, and I did my best to ignore them, suddenly feeling very superior.

    After discovering the bed’s entryway in the massive array for cords coming from a ceiling anchor, Claudia and I climbed aboard.  Indeed, it was sublimely celestial. I held her in my arms while the whirligig gently rocked us. Being cradled while cradling each other: Damn! Honestly, was there anything better in life? I thought not.

    Once we were alone, we simply lay there together, taking in the view of the lake and listening to hoards of birds in the distance. All told, it

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