Susan and Stephanie seemed to be meant for each other. From
Susan's fateful drive into a snow bank and Stephanie's debonair
rescue of the damsel in distress, to eventually becoming lovers
and partners in building the Flibberty Jibberty Rose Ranch, there
seemed to be no limit to how far these two could go together.
Could one phone call put an end to the blissful life the two had
carved out for themselves?
No matter how much pain Tiffany had caused in Susan's life, she
would never have wished such a horrible thing to have happened
to Tiffany. Hearing of Tiffany's near death experience, caused
by a brutal attack while on her visit to Australia, brought forth
feelings and emotions that Susan thought she had long ago laid
to rest. Her heart grieved for Tiffany and she knew she had no
choice but to go to her. Would the love that Susan and Stephanie
shared be strong enough to keep them together with so many
miles separating them, especially with Johnnie waiting in the
wings to fill in for the absent Susan?
In this exciting sequel to Around We Go, watch as the author
weaves the tangled web even tighter.
Ms. Chatelain has worked and volunteered for many years as a
crisis intervention counselor. Her spare time is spent helping the
homeless through K.A.W.S., a mission she started with her
family. She is an excellent mum to her teenagers as well as an
author and accomplished artist. She focuses her work on the
female body through art and words. She touches everyone she
meets in many ways.
Ms. Chatelain lives in North Carolina with her family. Her first
novel Around We Go, has caused quite an emotional stir in the
lesbian community. Read, enjoy, and wait for book three,
Around We Go Some More, currently being typed out by the
stroking fingers that touches so many in so many ways.
Johnnie heard the crash and came running into the house to see
what had happened. She rounded the corner, caught sight of
Steph and burst out laughing.
"I am so sorry Steph. I don't mean to laugh at you but you look
damn funny sprawled out on the floor covered in flour. What in
the hell were you trying to do?"
"Shut up," Steph said, pouting. "It isn't funny. I was trying to
bake some cookies and somehow lost my footing and down I
went with the huge bowl of flour and all. I think I twisted my leg
in the process."
"Oh no," Johnnie said as she rushed to help her up and see where
she was hurt. By the time she had managed to help Steph to the
stool, they were both covered in flour and laughing hysterically.
"Excuse me," a deep husky female voice said, "I don't mean to
barrage in on you all or anything, but we rang the bell and when
no one came I thought I would come back here to see if I could
find someone. We heard laughing so we knew someone was
here."
Johnnie and Steph looked up at the same time to see the big bull
dyke that was standing in the doorway, with her hands on her
hips and a smile on her face.
"I am so sorry," Steph said stumbling all over her words while
trying to ready herself up to a standing possession with Johnnie's
help. "I was trying to bake and had a little mishap, as you can see
no cookies for dessert tonight," she added with a giggle.
All three women started laughing at that, "Ok now. What can I
do you for"? Steph said as she tried to hobble over to the other
side of the room.
"I know we're a day early," the woman said, "but I was hoping
you could make room for us anyway. If it's a problem then we
will see what else we can do for tonight in making other
arrangements."
"I think we can fit you in. I will tell you though you will need to
make your own rooms up, as I wasn't going to get them done
until tomorrow and now with this hurt leg..." she let the rest of
what she might have said trail off.
With Johnnies help she managed to get to the front desk. She
knew that she wasn't going much further than that. When she
tried to put weight on her leg, she winced in pain and looked at
Johnnie.
"Woman, go sit down I'll get them checked in and all set for the
evening. I will take them their linens and towels, and then I am
taking you to the medical center."
Steph started to protest as Johnnie added, "and I'll have no
arguing about it. Now sit there and be quiet."
Stephanie blushed as several of the woman started making low
cat calls under their breath. Several more whistled loudly and
said, "You go girl, you tell her."
Steph was impressed with the way Johnnie took over and at how
smooth the check-in went. She also knew she would never tell
her or Johnnie would never let her live it down.
Before Steph knew what was happening, Sam the big bull dyke
bent down and scooped Steph up and carried her out to Johnnie's
truck.
"Damn!" Steph said as she put her seat belt on. She thanked Sam
and closed the door, "When did you enlist her help?"
Johnnie chuckled but said nothing as she started the truck.