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    Rip Van Winkle

    Jody modestly accepted the complement knowing that, as usual, Sharon was right. She hadn’t felt at peace with her performing in a long while. The emotion of her music and lyrics evaporated while she sat on a bar stool or stood dead still in front of a mike singing her songs. She rarely moved, told very few anecdotes to introduce songs, and never let her audience close to her anymore.

    ”So much is happening. God, I didn’t even tell you . . . I saw Trish today. You aren’t going to believe what they are putting together for the entertainment for the Women’s Conference this year.”

    ”You, of course.” Jody was always the stock lesbian/feminist entertainment.

    ”Opening act.” Very slowly, Jody said, ”The biggest gun in lesbian music. Casey Evans.”

    ”What?” She didn’t believe her ears. ”At the college?!”

    ”It’s looking really good.” Jody shook her head as if trying to shake of a dream and get back to reality. ”I am so pumped up about this. I guess that is where all the adrenalin came from earlier.”

    ”Well, now that you’ve got it, you can’t lose it. You were fantastic, Jo.”

    Jody stared at the table, ”I don’t know if I can do it in front of an audience.” Jody tried to picture playing at the ski lodge like that. She may as well do the show nude. How could she put herself on the line like that? She told Sharon how vulnerable she felt.

    ”Don’t think of the ski lodge or any of those other places. Right now just think of Trish’s party.” Jody’s face relaxed as Sharon coached her through visualizing a more pleasant scenario, ”Think of all of those wonderful women, Jo. Women who adore you, who appreciate you. They’re your family, love. Where else would you feel so comfortable?”

    Sharon was right. That was definitely the place to do some experimenting.

    ”I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Jody said looking at Sharon. ”You are so incredibly supportive, Sharon, and you never complain about the time all of this takes away from us.”

    ”It’s a part of you. How could I object?” Sharon said as she moved back into Jody’s arms.

    Sweet kissing turned to passionate kissing. Soon, they were stretched out on the couch, Sharon on top of Jody. They were rocking rhythmically together and kissing each other deeply.

    ”Want to go upstairs?” Sharon asked as she kissed the edges of Jody’s ear and listened to a slow moan in reply.

    Jody shook her head, ”Let’s stay here.”

    Sharon practically attacked her. She loved when Jody lost herself in love making. Jody used her strength to flip Sharon and roll with her onto the floor. They were moving fast and hard, more than ever before. Even after seven years, they loved making love.

    Jody moved back up to Sharon and returned the cradling and kisses. She reached up to the couch for an afghan and pulled it over the both of them. They slept the entire night on the floor of the living room, their arms around each other.

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