Bad Company by Sarah Dreher

Author:Sarah Dreher [Dreher, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian Mystery
ISBN: 0934678669
Publisher: New Victoria Publishers
Published: 2015-08-13T22:00:00+00:00

Women were coming along the path, talking softly, a few humming a chant.

"I think we missed the ceremony," Gwen whispered.

"No, we didn't," Stoner said. "What we just did was the Goddess' ritual. 'All acts of love and pleasure,' remember?"

Gwen pulled away a little and rested her neck on Stoner's arm. Night air rushed in between them, cooling them as it touched their perspiration-soaked nakedness. "Did Aunt Hermione tell you that?"

"Yeah. But she wouldn't tell me how she knew."

Gwen laughed. "Use your imagination. Grace D' Addario may have taught her about Wicca, but I think she taught her a few other things, too. I wish we'd brought a picnic."

"Hungry?" Stoner grinned in the darkness. Gwen was always hungry after they'd made love.

"Ravenous."

"Maybe we can raid the kitchen."

"In a while," Gwen said, and snuggled up to her.

Stoner toyed with Gwen's hair. It felt so good to be together and at ease again. Their love-making had been...

...desperate, something inside her said. A break in the strangeness. Time out of time.

She shoved the thought away. Things were okay...

...for now...

...and she refused to let her insecurities spoil it.

Gwen was reaching for her clothes. The path took her across Stoner, so they were skin-to-skin again.

She touched Gwen's back. She loved the feel of it, and the way she knew every bump and dip and tiny break in the smoothness. She even knew her freckles so well that she imagined she could sense the change in color, even in the darkness.

To know someone so well, to love someone in so many ways, made everything else irrelevant. Even Sherry Dodder was irrelevant.

Sherry Dodder was also just outside the boat house. They could hear her voice—perky, slightly demanding, insanely enthusiastic for the time of night. "Listen, guys. I'm calling a set-building session right now."

Various assorted groans and grumbles greeted the news.

"I know you don't want to do it," Sherry said with a cheery laugh, "but we're behind schedule, and the energy's high right now, so let's just do it."

More grumblings.

"One hour. Two, tops, and we're out of here."

"Sherry, I really don't think... " It was Barb's voice.

"Hey," Sherry said, "am I the producer, or am I the producer?"

Barb's voice took on an edge. "Am I the tech director?"

"We have to do it, Barb," Sherry said, her voice lowering and coming closer as she drew Barb toward the boat house. "We're falling farther behind every day. At this rate, we're fucked."

"Not according to my calculations."

"Look, you know we're having problems. Goddess knows what might happen next. I have to look at the total picture."

"The women are tired, Sherry. They need a night off."

"So we give them one, but not this one. Hey," her voice took on a hurt tone. "I'm only thinking of the good of the show."

"Sherry..."

"Good woman," Sherry said in a tone that had a pat-on-the-back feel to it. She raised her voice. "All right. Brewskis at the barn. Be there or be square."

There was a sound of people wandering away, then silence.

"Shit," Gwen said.

Stoner gave her a little squeeze.

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