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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 34

    Lottie grinned, wiping her face subtly, “That’s okay … he’s  … er … excited to see me,”

    Jo chuckled, leaning forwards for a kiss, “He’s not the only one,”

    Her smile faded as Lottie pulled away, “Er … babe,” she whispered hesitantly, “I … um … think I might need a shower first,”

    Jo grinned, seeing that up close she did have a distinct ‘doggy attacked’ smell about her, she pulled at the sheets less than subtly, hoping to reveal some of the nakedness she knew she’d left in bed when she got up to walk the dog,

    Lottie played coy, pulling the sheets further up to cover herself, “May I help you?”

    “Yes,”

    “With?”

    Jo fluttered her eyelashes seductively, still primed from their making up session the night before, still riding the high that Lottie was on after Bette stood up for her against her father, after she herself stood up to him,

    Jo chuckled, “You have to ask?” she grabbed Lottie’s hand and pulled her up from the bed, dragging her in the direction of the bathroom, Lottie clung to the sheet, complaining,

    “Jo!”

    “What?”

    Lottie stood in the centre of the room, the sheet from the bed still half draped around her, she lowered her voice and cast her eyes in the direction of Banjo sat in his basket at the foot of the bed, “The dog!”

    Jo giggled, “You silly prude, don’t worry, he’s seen me naked hundreds of times,”

    Lottie huffed quietly as Jo dragged her off, “Still,”

    Jo pulled her in to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them and trapping the bed sheet as she did so, she grinned as Lottie stood naked before her, lost and shy without the sheet,

    “Now, this view I like,”

    Lottie blushed, using her hands in an attempt to cover up,

    Silently, Jo stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Lottie’s waist she pulled her in for a tight hug, breathing in deeply to inhale the sweet morning scent of her girlfriend,

    “Mmn … doggy!”

    Lottie slapped her on the butt, “Hey!”

    Quickly, Lottie brought her hands around to the front of Jo’s jeans, expertly undoing the buttons on her fly, she slid her hands inside, loosening Jo’s pants from her waist.

    Comments

    1. Hel is always catching it, hopefully Bette takes the news well. Hel should kick Al’s ass or even better withhold sex that would really get her. PPS

    2. aw, see, this is why you’re my favorite writer…i loved this chapter, and don’t argue with me. hehe. draughty dorm rooms, eh? hehe…*arches an eyebrow* i don’t suppose you know nufin’ ’bout that? *snicker* i myself never lived in a dorm room, as i think i’ve told you, and i’m happy not to have…but can enjoy others storie. hint hint. anyway lovely, this was really cute and i’m thrilled to have read two postings in less than two weeks with your crazy schedule. i even like shane and carmen in your stories, which is not a usual thing…newdawn does them as well, in a way i like, but you make all of them so sweet and realistic and healthy and interesting…a hard combo lady! pps whenever you can (i’m looking forward to reading over your shoulder when you do babe;) oh, and for funnyone’s benefit, i am NOT making bette and helena celibate, just cuz i’ve been *told*…but they’ll run into rough times ahead. muahahahahaha…ok, but i’ll be gentle.

    3. I seriously laughed out loud with this one. You made my day by posting today. This chapter was awesome and I cant wait for the next one. I bet that Bette goes all out for a b-day present for Lottie, but what could it be. hmmm PPVS

    4. Alice is tooo funny. Making all these plans but too afraid to tell Bette that it is Lottie’s birthday on Thursday. And Tina thinking that everytime the phone rings that it is Angie. Loved the long, slow, death by sex from Tina to her sexy wife Bette.

    5. Sofasitter, this is one terrific story…I am thoroughly enjoying it since discovering it 3 nights ago! Really well written, fabulous dialogue and your Lottie character fits right in perfectly. The sad part is that I see you haven’t udated it since September…you’re killing me….I hope that you will finish it. Please update?

    6. Too funny. Damn what a way to spend Sunday morning. Lottie’s Dad derserved so much more, but Bette should tell her. Alice you big chicken. This so reminds me of my friends. The phone usually starts around 8;30 and I’m the same way. Like who the hell is calling at this time, cos they know better.

    7. Helena better make Alice pay for that. They should all make Alice pay for that. God, it was just Lottie’s birthday. I was sitting here wondering if she was really a man, if she had a prosthetic limb or other medical condition, if she has to wear corrective lenses when she drives. Maybe she wasn’t willing to donate her organs. Nobody wants my organs anymore, they are assumed to be tainted by my diabetes, but I like them. And nobody has to make me wear my glasses, I’m too goddamned blind to do anything but go to the bathroom without them. But a word about Word: I say fight the machine! As helebette knows, I’ve seen it try to change her to “celibate”. Now, I’ve never met the woman, but it just didn’t seem right, so I didn’t allow it.

    8. Best Sunday morning ever! I totally get not wanting the pets to “watch” anything. They usually want to nap or something though. Usually. It’s just best if they’re out of the room. Um. Yeah. I don’t think Hels will get it in the neck for telling Bette, it’s not like it’s *bad* news or anything… It just means that once again, Bette’s one of the last to know anything. And everything’s being planned without her. Which is likely… well, bad. Oh well, Hels, we hardly knew ye. The chapter was too funny, lovely to read. Post when you can sofa, thanks!

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