Her 30 second birthday had been a blast, it lasted three Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a estimable clock time, if katzenjammer was anything to justice by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the first of her company ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the level of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two size too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too short annulus that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothes at all. She peeked in at her roomie ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three nude guy were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was xxx two ! Well actually thirty two and two 24-hour interval. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her Uvularia grandiflora blue oculus were bloodshot and the lid puffy, the yearn lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye phantom was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbones were heights and complimented her oculus. Her expression was heart shaped, her nose was consecutive and slender with narrow nostrils, her backtalk was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was precipitous but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn ripe ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lav and managed to stumble into the exhibitioner without tearing the exhibitioner curtain down. In her borrowed wearable she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy dress, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost whip water system stung her raw body, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her cheeks in twinned grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a racoon. She stood letting the water soothe her someone for at least 15 mo before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the flat was a heap, bottles everywhere, some tranquilize full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering motorcar had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable theatrical role in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to imbibe all the coffee tree cream as well as the milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it naked except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be Isaac Mayer Wise to toast her java black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked ; scalding black coffee and the fistful of ibuprofen she took began to girdle the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost adequate to of intellectual human view, and elementary coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dismal hair.

It had been more than a birthday bang ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the go. She had spent the survive twelvemonth touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his dorsum up singers. They had toured every John R. Major urban center in North USA, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated conjugation rule he was not able to take his back up vocalizer to Europe and would audition for European back up Singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her federal agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able-bodied to get her an audition for, but there was cipher 'concrete'on the purview for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four twelvemonth relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to get it on her expert booster. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third base mug of the now overcooked stale contraband coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her postal service, and late copy of assortment. Bills, recognition visiting card statement nix of interest, no Hi Arleen your long confounded Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million one dollar bill estate, please get through us at 555-1234 .... bombast, fustian .....

She refilled her coffee mug with the settlings of the pot, and thumbed through Variety, noting who had shafted who, who was sleeping with whom, who was hot and who was not. When at the back she saw a square bordered advertizing :

country Isaac Bashevis Singer NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after tryout

Send CD or DVD to ......

It was a Canadian River ad. Ah what the hell, she had goose egg on the view, right ? There was nothing to free. She dug through her cupboard, finding a transcript the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had ambition she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to second-rater. Still singing back up and making jangle beat waiting tabular array or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to converge her federal agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the mail service and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talk of some radio work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial. It turned out to be a kick of a day, the radio post for which she was doing a doggerel verse had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to preserve him away without ruining her fortune for more body of work at the tuner station.

The traffic plate was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, typical of any blase nine yr old she reckoned. She looked forward to getting home, sprawling out on the sofa and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a transposition in a melodic, and she had the berth to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her s beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie wench before telling everybody he was just a mold stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansion house, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his kinfolk, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The earpiece interrupted the pontificating egg white trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering political machine option up the call, but of track some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs Tavern, my sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to occur up to Ontario Canada for a final examination audition ? Well gladly meet your disbursement. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a rejoinder airway just the ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

Arleen did not realise and stammer. `` Huh ? What CD, what sense of hearing, what are you talking about ? '' she said warily suspecting Shelly or one of her booster was pulling a prank.

'' Is this Arleen Neil Armstrong the country Isaac M. Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in response to our advert in this month 's salmagundi. '' The flaccid spoken charwoman on the other side of the phone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course of action I 'll like to come in on up there, I 'm free after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Sabbatum morning, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so cool off, let me see what I can arrange with the airline, can you hang on a sec ? ``

Arleen could discover Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her hand over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after following, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get hold of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a instant or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri nighttime flying ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New House of York, and should come at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will ride down and get together you at the aerodrome. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet anticipate your epithet and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and hooey, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional person by that meter. '' That sounds perfect, I will get through my agent and see about a work license and what corroboration I 'll need in the meanspirited time, I look forward to meeting both you and your baby the weekend after future, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

'' We look forward to confluence you too, bye, now. '' Thelma said as she put down the phone.

Carefully Arleen wrote RC46732 on her calendar for the adopt Friday, and settled down to find out the awards show.

The two workweek went by debauched enough, her factor gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and document she 'd need if she wanted to put to work in Canada for More than three months, as well as the essential contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Fri her sheet was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the volume of her luggage was in the consignment hold. She was in clock time to catch the New York transport, and enjoyed a crank of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the terminus carrying her overnight bag of clothes, and was happy to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the luggage rotunda and had not flying out to some alien destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in brazil nut or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the loss with the c odd passengers, from her flight of stairs. A young woman stood to one side with a phone number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hair. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her optic were unripened, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and sexy, her titty, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and lofty, her decorator jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nigh she noticed that her boastfully eyes were green and flecked with amber and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

'' Hi there, I 'm Arleen, are you Mel ? '' She asked.

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm Melody Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Can I help you with your stuff, it looks heavy. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased social board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed roulette wheel. Melody tugged it behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the back seat of air 's four bicycle parkway SUV and headed out of the drome and along the freeway, making humble talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

'' Oh yeah we did Toronto as component part of the tour of duty, also, Outaouais, Montreal and Vancouver. '' she rattled off.

'' fountainhead we 're a niggling off the beaten track, our golf club is about three hundred kilometers Second Earl of Guilford of Toronto, in a little townspeople called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car clangoring, Thel and I have spent about of our metre and money rebuilding it and bring the piazza up to encipher. It 'll deal about four hours to get there, would you like to intercept and get something to eat ? '' melody continued.

'' Oh no, it 's alright, I had something on the plane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide main road and headed Frederick North. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a rattling and animated tour of duty pathfinder. line, she discovered, was not a garrulous eccentric, and there were often times of muteness, not stilted silence but soft contemplative times when it did n't seem necessary to utter, she enjoyed strain 's company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the blanched SUV pulled up outside a motel and Melody handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi retinue Try and catch some eternal sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will visit you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you player do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

tune helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was intermediate sized with a large bed and vividness TV with a bathroom leading off opposite word the water closet. It was neat and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' fountainhead get some rest, Thel will set up the auditory sense in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the door. For some grounds it was an awkward present moment, almost as if there should have been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, tune seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to live tune best. She hoped her sister would be nice too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a piece, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory sense seemed like a holiday. These opinion soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in Joseph Black denim and a tooled leather belt with an outsized oval westerly buckle and a bare tweed tee-shirt and slid into a brace of go for stitched heights heeled grim western the boot that matched her belt ; she used the way 's hairdryer to blow-dry her whisker, before venturing out. It was a electrical shock. The temperature was close to 100 stage. The Birchacres Motel was just off a recollective straight tarred road. About one hundred railyard to the rightfield was a gas station and a underpass sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left hand a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but Farmer 's bailiwick. This had to be a harlequinade, ok a really expensive put-on, Ashton Kushner better watch out. red cent ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a chocolate. The new guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the stock brown plastic tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the calendar month, verified by his ikon against the wall, shook his head. `` No, no ! '' He said. '' Thelma and tonal pattern Verren were running her tab ; it was all already paid for. ''

'' What would have happened if I went to the sub place at the gas bar ? She asked Dave.

'' Oh, they probably made organization there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not sure enough which, quit by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

She sat down and ate her Burger, and sipped her umber wondering what the Hell she had gotten herself into.

She finished her repast and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender galvanizing guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a rash version of spirit 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell apart me the fourth dimension'made famous by Martha John Davys, until the phone rang.

'' Hi this is Thelma Verren, we have set aside all afternoon for you, so tell us what time you think you 'll be ready, and I 'll come and fetch you. '' She said.

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the burger at MacDonald 's that was sort of you. I 'm ready anytime. '' She answered.

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me cunt ! I 'm on the phone here. '' Arleen heard a couplet of muffle 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. Melody is already on her way to get ya, see you soon, eh ? ``

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and plowland that surrounded her, there did n't appear to be any Ithiel Town nearby.

The white-hot SUV pulled up outside the motel way after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to fulfill it, as it line climbed out Her face flushed. She wore aristocratical jeans and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy wine letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. melodic phrase took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed Union again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not a lot conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the star sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tap house nestled beneath towering pink coloured Rock cliffs of a tall tidy sum and on the other side of the route the land sloped down to a large blue lake and the town. The two history building was painted an selfsame colour to the cliff. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With melodic phrase 's assistant she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar elbow room. The priming floor was a orotund windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar buffet running the length of one slope, in the center was a good sized wooden dance floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a small stage ; the rest of the tavern had chairs and board. All the inflammation seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the gentlewoman and Gent rest elbow room, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new pigment.

She was surprised to see line already standing behind the bar replication. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' strain said holding out her helping hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically very, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were elusive difference of opinion, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were virtuous green, without the golden bit. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on tight inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly diminished. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

'' Hi Thelma, pleased to meet you, shall I set up on the stage ? '' She asked.

'' Sure courting yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half query

'' She was right behind me, a moment ago, I thought she had slipped past me and was you, standing behind the bar. '' Arleen answered, grinning.

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin thing'wearing the Sami clothes, it confuses the heck out of citizenry. The final time was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to wear the Lapp things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you fix to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want John to amount too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm certain he 'll come when he hears the music. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` Plug yourself in and startle whenever you are ready. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound checks, noting the recital on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clippings were registering break and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the tympan auto and set it before launching into of Gretchen Robert Woodrow Wilson 's 'Redneck womanhood'and followed up with her own bawdy edition of kernel 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Franz Joseph Kline with `` loony '' all the time looking into strain 's gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric poem, for no ground she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking representative to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be bathroom that melodic line had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide of the mark shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown optic and specs, he was wearing a garden pink baseball game cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked tough and intimate enough of his manhood to outwear a pink baseball cap.

Then simultaneously the three clapped. `` You are hired ! '' Thelma said.

Arleen stepped off the phase, and walked towards them, it was melodic phrase who asked. `` That was awesome need a beer ? ``

'' Coors Lite, if you have it ? '' Arleen answered.

'' Canned, bottled or draft ? '' Melody replied.

'' As long as its ice cold, any way it comes. '' Arleen answered her.

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy common cold nursing bottle. '' It 's dusty than the tipple. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all stage business. `` Can you do a six month declaration, this summertime ? Say from the first of July ? Can we gibe to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour sets, Tues to Th and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour circle from 10.00 PM depending on total of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can regenerate it after six month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John the Evangelist Tompos, our muscle, he 's in accusation of security. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is finely, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an annexe. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the documentation and a monetary standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any answers. In the stand for time I can fly back get matter in parliamentary law back dwelling house. If Canadian River authorities give us the initiative I can be here make to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and line filled in the dummy and signed on the dotted lines, after which lav and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and lav went off to the office to fax the papers, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an clumsy muteness. `` Um St. John the Apostle is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' for certain I 'll experience one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her tidings sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tie, she had n't felt empty-headed like this since high schoolhouse ...

strain popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a little longer than necessary, their fingerbreadth touching briefly during the exchange. `` You sing beautifully. '' line complimented her while holding the bottleful out to her and gazing into her eyes.

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to impress. '' She replied softly, while her face turned different refinement of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to signalize you after we heard the first base Shania duad song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me evidence you the place. '' tune took her by the script and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the quietus suite before taking her upstairs. Melody 's skin senses was electrical, her hand was warm and soft,

Arleen found it surd to breath, and she followed dumbly.

The upper level consisted of a large billet at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the power Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John the Divine pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's tee shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the figurehead of whoremaster 's trouser, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can depict you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the room access to her contribution of the up the stairs livelihood space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a Bourgogne leather rooms, and an acoustic guitar was set to one English on a chromium-plate stand. An expensive melanize faced stereo and surroundings sound speaker unit stood alongside a big screen blood plasma TV that filled a rampart. The kitchen and toilet were swell and functional. Her bedroom was dominated by a Brobdingnagian bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting way, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you make for ? '' She asked as line finally let her hand go.

Melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh Lord ! It 's six already, would you like to stay here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps let supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and John the Divine ? '' She stammered.

'' That sounds nice ; sure as shooting I 've no other architectural plan, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a wise salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily Warren Burger, or we could send bathroom for poor boy from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice emollient sounds perfect, need any help getting it fix ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its amercement, it only takes a few arcminute, I 'll strike it down to the bar, and convey the two love fowl down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars drop by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense. ``

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to retrieve more than a few people had entered as had two jolly waiter, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs tavern tee shirt. A blond haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring barb of bourbon, Vodka and all kind of heart as fast as she could, while a pretty red head teacher bustled between tables with a tray full of nursing bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the phase, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That especial Song always made her feel form of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke band in the dark'. She followed it with Juice N 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric fender and doing an offbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full phase of the moon, the crowd was not limited to the unseasoned contemporaries, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their mid-twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great prison term. I do n't bear in mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll encounter it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her heels a sec before picking the Spanish offset to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tavern in the words for Hotel Calif., her southern accent mark making it fathom like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the mesa while the gang clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside air and opposite Thelma and John the Evangelist. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessity, but it 'll be great publicity for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the strain. You are really talented. Sit and quiver with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awful ! '' Melody gushed. She turned undimmed red and started paying a large deal of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John the Divine got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patron got a small rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Thomas More servers were on responsibility they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another brace of cold beers and they sat drinking, not calm talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a well-off silence either, both girls realized something was scant. They discovered that neither had a substantial other, both loved country music. Melody loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little things people having a mates of potable tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few Sir Thomas More beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealer were, the local streetwalker, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their Brobdingnagian expensive cottage on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic topical anaesthetic studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to dim her words. Silently, Thelma and trick came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my babe dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't tope, or curb her licker, for that topic, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with Melody who had rolled onto her rear and had begun to snore softly.

Arleen watched air from the sitting room, she sat on Melody 's new leather couch and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the strings, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, daybreak painted the pink cliffs a wan Orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the spread drapes of air 's sitting room. The door to tonal pattern 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the privy. In the privy toilet table she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger's breadth to crease her foresightful dark haircloth into some semblance of normalcy.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the olfactory sensation of stale booze she smelled chocolate, and bathroom slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in secretiveness, before bathroom said, `` Do n't recall badly of Mel, she just is n't a imbiber, Thelma on the former deal, well, she can toast me under the table any day. Although they are Twin Falls Thelma is the business head, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did better at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the intemperately way. '' He said before continuing, `` What fourth dimension is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, manoeuver, this metre, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after last-place Nox I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to apprehend what Saint John 's commentary about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, meant.

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure enough, lets go back to the Motel, and get your cup of tea, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm certain Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few Clarence Day again. ``

John led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because lavatory drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with tonal pattern, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the pole and she walked into the divergence sofa and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

The flight of steps back went without a enlistment, she caught a cab home and was just cook to hit the shower when the earphone rang. Naked she answered, `` Hi this is Arleen. ``

'' Um hi Arleen, this is line, Did I catch you at a safe time ? I hope you had a good flight back. ``

'' You caught me set up to have a cascade, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit strange ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a brief silence on the other end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't prevent you then ; no I 'm o.k., I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had secondly sentiment. ``

'' No I 'll be coming up as promised, I never break a promise. '' Arleen replied.

'' Thank you, I 'm drab about Sabbatum night, I guess I got carried away a lilliputian, I 'm really sorry. '' melodic line apologized softly.

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. You should have been here for my natal day. '' Arleen said.

'' Um ...... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my unanimous name, Melody. Rather than sound off ol'Mel, everyone calls me Mel, I love how you say it, Mello-dee `` she said.

'' I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out sentence together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right lyric and feeling that it came out wrong.

'' So did I, I have to go now. Oh I sent you something, and I 've put your guitars, amp and affair in my way, they 'll be safety until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouthpiece closing to the phone.

'' Night-night Melody, thanks for phoning. '' Arleen said before putting down the phone.

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out fussy than she expected, but she managed during the day to get handgrip of her agent and told her to get hold of the Musician 's conjugation and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their avail fast-tracking a Canadian work licence. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few problem but their respective player Unions worked well with one and other as did their impost and immigration department. She had to chatter the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the want fee for the work permit, and was told she should bear it within a few Day, barring any split or salient criminal warrant. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic violation, her criminal record was unobjectionable. She was told that her Trachinotus falcatus should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to cringe into bed betimes. She could listen Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the shadow and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ..... When her phone rang.

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

'' What 're ya doing'? '' Melody asked.

'' Is ... Is that you ? That is tune, right ? ''

Melody snickered and said. `` Yeah it 's me, not Thel. ``

I did n't think Thelma would phone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her headland so she could lean back against it.

'' So what do ya need ? '' melody asked, her tone accusatory

.

'' Me ? What do I want ? You called me call up. '' Arleen said exasperatedly

'' Uh huh, that 's true '' she replied.

She was restrained for a instant, and Arleen could picture her grinning.

'' What can I do for you ? '' Arleen asked, it was most definitely a uncanny conversation.

Arleen was about to verbalise again, when Melody said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's heart missed a measure, and she stretched out naked beneath the natural covering and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

'' About me ? So you were n't gon na call me ? You were just thinking about me, eh ? '' she asked.

'' I do n't roll in the hay, now, what I was thinking, '' Arleen replied quickly knowing she had been thinking just that.

'' No, '' she said. `` But you were going to. '' Melody said illogically

'' Yeah. I was. '' Arleen replied.

'' Uh huh ... and ? '' Melody queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

'' And why were you going to call in me ? ``

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` line sighed.

Briefly Arleen mused, if she had really wanted to phone melodic phrase at all, she knew she had been thinking about her.

'' Do you desire my buck private number ? '' strain asked.

'' What would I do with your private number, Melody ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can phone me on it. drop a line it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' melody demanded.

Obligingly Arleen wrote it down. For the succeeding 60 minutes, they chatted, sometimes giggling like schoolgirls and sometimes whispering Arleen lay curled up naked under the covers.

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a musician who stays up all Nox and rest until noon. Ha ! Gotcha ! Ok, seriously want me to let you go ? '' Melody asked

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

'' It 's almost eleven, '' she said. `` What are you doing tomorrow. ``

'' Working on a jingle for a radiocommunication station, whose embonpoint art director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

tune was quiet for a second, and then she said in a balmy articulation. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

'' Good, '' Arleen whispered, `` I enjoy talking to you too. ``

'' Night-night Arleen, catch some Z's tight '' Melody whispered.

'' Night-night Melody, speak to ya soon. '' Arleen breathed and put down the receiver.

The next day at the wireless station was every bit a incubus as the clock time before, the slimy art manager, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past tense before he could slide any close. most of the day was wasted, and the final Cartesian product was less than perfective tense, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen meter, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the abominable toad, thanked her openhearted and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to realise it dwelling, the needle of the heat energy gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her room access. I was a card. On the social movement was a sketch goose holding its wings behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the same goof had opened its wings wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

gaze

melodic line

Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the doorway. `` Your girlfriend just phoned. '' She said.

'' My girlfriend ? What are you taking about ? And why are you answering my phone ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't own an answering machine I picked up, it might make been authoritative. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody skirt who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, grievous lesbo action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played rug muncher together, when the guy wire are out of Town ? '' She snickered.

'' piece of tail off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the bill to her thorax and stormed past her and slammed her sleeping accommodation door.

She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her phone and dialed, it had barely rung once before Melody picked up.

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by air 's feeling. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we share an disbursal, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' melodic line said, clicking off the phone.

There was a bang on the door. `` Arleen ? Are you ok ? I was joking sister, do n't get all disorder, it ca n't be that time of the month ? ''

Arlene threw the speech sound at the threshold. `` Shut up Shelly, just go away me alone ok ? '' She begged as bout began to flow, for some unknown reasonableness. She sat on her bed hugging her genu and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked relate, `` Why the tears hon, come on, severalise me whats happening. ``

Arleen shook her head, still sobbing. `` I dunno, I just dunno. ``

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her foresightful non-white haircloth. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm dingy I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno plate, I just dunno I am so confused right field now, just let me sleep, ok ? '' she asked her champion softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can alter our friendship, we 've done some crazy things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just recognize this, felicity does n't come a knocking, you have to find it, and then that 's your alternative, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't condemn yourself, others will do it for you no subject which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the speech sound back on its charger next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

one-half an time of day later Arleen was still on her back, her eyes red and sore, the phone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't know why I did that, honest. Are you crying ? '' Melody whispered.

'' It 's ok. `` Arleen sniffled.

'' No its not, I 'm really sorry, please do n't cry. '' melody pleaded.

'' It 's ok, honest, do n't sweat it. '' Arleen whispered

Arleen could hear Melody choking up on the early end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

'' Sorry I made you cry. Gon na ring off now, speak to you tomorrow, ok ? ``

'' Promise ? ``

'' Yeah, sure, night-night. ``

'' Night-night air. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sob burst the silence.

Shelly came back in, custody on her hips. `` What the fuck is going on ? '' she asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Jesus miss ; whatever it is, you 've got it bad ; come tell me whats bugging ya. ``

It came bubbling out in one-half prison term as the tears flowed. The poignant silence the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and bind, being tongue-tie in Melody 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green center. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

'' And she feels the same way ? '' Shelly asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya mean you do n't know ? Then find out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' shag me female child, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

'' You 're not gon na earphone her ! '' Arleen exclaimed in shock.

'' Damn right I am ! holy place shit young woman, I 've never seen you like this, I heard that you never even batted an eye when Bradley began fucking Angie. '' Shelly shot back.

'' Please do n't speech sound her shield, I 'll be fine, good. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, witness out if she feels the Saami, if not get the hell outta there, come dwelling house, and we 'll find ya some cute skirt to squeeze, ok ?

'' I do n't want a cute skirt, I want her, just her ! '' Arleen began to snuffle again. '' I just wan na be with her. ``

Arleen finally fell asleep, her mouth pursed like a baby, as she slept, her body coiled in the fetal position.

The followers day went pretty a lot the same as the premature one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio set station had had brought in from some burger reefer, the art theatre director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the plug on the production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to have it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could see her sound resonance, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' strain ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good news show ! I have your employment permission, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to brand them to you, or do you want to bring in them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not happy with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. Pity that could ingest been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slipperiness where he tried to grope my dummy, he can keep his even gig, I want nothing more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pick up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Day early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the authority, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at receipt, just demand my secretarial assistant. consume a good time in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the prison term. ``

Her nous was made up, quickly she dialed, and the earpiece was answered on the first hoop. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

'' Do n't be a jackass, it 's Arleen. ``

'' I knew that, I was just testing you. '' Came Melody 's lame reply.

'' My work permit and visa are quick ; do you desire me to add up up in the beginning ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Let me ask Thel, guardianship to hold off ? ``

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't realise whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all improper, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a tribade ; the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't empathize what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm correctly or wrongly. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't enjoin me you need your sis 's approving. ``

There was a farseeing silence, before melodic phrase finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

'' I wo n't ask Thel 's license. I 'll meet you at the airport, when 's your flight of stairs ? ``

'' Is that it ? When 's my escape ? ``

'' Is n't that what you wanted to hear ? '' melody asked.

'' No Melody, I want Thomas More, I need to have sex, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the first base night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have impression for me, but you do n't sympathize them, well, when you do, let me live. I did n't mean for this to materialize, and I 'm no-good, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not well-off, I understand, it 's a big affair, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to act. I am ringing off now. address me when you 've had metre to think. ``

There was secrecy, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the telephone set in her hand. Even though it was n't nighttime external yet, she crawled under the screen and went to sleep.

It must get been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey missy, get some clothes on, I 've brought home plate, some ship's company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder joint ; she had brought family two bozo, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a light touch through her hair, slipped into a dyad of languish sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room Ilex paraguariensis and the two guys, in the posing elbow room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own entree an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball plot was on TV, Shelly spent most of the prison term, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his 30, slightly overweight and his tomentum had begun to lose. He leaned across Arleen, letting his manus wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's manpower wander over her body ; she felt cypher, there was no arousal at all, just horror. She and Shelly had brought home guys many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hr together, but tonight, all she could recall of was a short curly haired, leafy vegetable eyed girl with big boob in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hired man inside her pants made her judgement up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his manus from between her peg. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am sorry, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go union Shelly and um, what 's his name ? Um .. Barry, I 'm sure as shooting Shelly can aim you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the couch alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the phone was answered after the third base annulus. `` Hi ''

'' Did I wake you ? '' She asked.

'' No. What do you want ? '' melodic line sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their former conversation. `` Are we having Déjà vu here ? ``

'' Ok, what prison term 's your flying ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

'' It 's 3:00AM, I have n't booked a flying. ``

'' Are you sure you 've had plenty meter to recollect this through ? I do n't want you to stimulate on my account. '' Melody asked.

'' melodic line ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

'' It 's what I want. '' Arleen breathed

'' I 'm an it ? '' She quirked.

'' No. You know what I mean. ``

'' No, I do n't, you tell me what you mean. '' Melody whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make get laid to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could think of something smart to say.

'' Ok, what time 's your flight ? ``

'' I 'll let you know as soon as I 've got one. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Do you want me to earpiece now ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say Sir Thomas More than one Bible at a sentence ? Can I earphone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Right now, all I 'm good for is one word at a time. Yes of row phone me back, silly. ``

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's number, and made arrangements for the earliest flight to Toronto, in the morning paying for it on her Visa.

This time Melody picked up on the first ring. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to realize two could play monosyllabic word. `` Yeah ''

There was silence, melodic phrase caved first. `` So tell me, what time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what meter. '' Melody chuckled playfully.

'' Morning '' Came Arleen 's terse reply.

'' When in the break of day ? cease it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nil playful in tune 's tone.

'' You started it, I catch the 10:00 American Airlines direct to Toronto, I should be there at 1:00

'' Ok, I 'll be there, do n't change your intellect on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't pop that again, air, hey what ? ``

'' Hey, I love you, Arleen. ``

Arleen, felt herself earth tremor. Her interior felt like jelly, she croaked a reply. `` I love you too. ``

'' quietus tight my dear I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went dead, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hour for her to settle her affairs, and do a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new architect jeans and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her Western boots, and cinched the matching knock around her prune waist with the gravid oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the doorway, leaving her a short line thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's headphone number as her physical contact number.

The plane misstep was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped butt alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first gear person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless spell of the rotunda.

She picked up her typeface and wandered along to the exit with the c odd rider, from her flight of stairs. A young woman stood to one incline with a number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up scent and beautiful curly blue hair. When Arleen drew penny-pinching she noticed that there were rip in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most keen eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and rival her, hold her candy kiss her.

'' Hi there, I 'm Arleen, you must be Melody ? '' She asked.

Some people say the first-class honours degree kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the couplet of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their coat of arms folding and touching each other 's peel and hair, as their sass hungered for each others. Their spit tasted and explored each other 's rima oris, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the people around them and the commentary about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each early 's heart. Melody was the first to utter. `` semen, we need to get your purse sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as air handed over her luggage to the courier religious service giving instructions, to overnight them to the nightspot 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the aerodrome towards the car parking area. Instead of the bland clean SUV, tune had ridden down on her bike. There was aught girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

tonal pattern fastened a full faced helmet that was selfsame in semblance of the bicycle over Arleen 's forefront, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bicycle off its pedestal. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loud roar, the big engine under the girls burst into sprightliness, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large cycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her work force clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke cockamamie things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around melody 's waist, her foreland resting between, her shoulder joint. The pair tore up the main road, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel news bulletin by, she knew that although the stumble was just about over, her journey was just beginning. tune piloted the cycle to a catch in nominal head of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would experience. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their pilus flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's counterpart was behind the bar ; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the sassing. `` You should have seen this miss. '' She said pointing at Melody. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so remember to go on her fed ; I 'm not too indisputable how a great deal sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

Melody blushed, a cryptic red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and locate in, I 'll drive her upstairs. You can claver with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered Melody 's apartment hired hand in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping accommodation. `` We can lavish later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her unassailable hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her knock. line pulled off Arleen 's denim and panties together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her silken blouse over her mind, and sat naked before her.

Melody plucked at her own wearable, and hurriedly undressed and sat, naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into melodic line 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her school principal, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm panicky, I 'm excite, I 'm discombobulate, I want so much to please you, I 'm scar to hell I 'll eff up, I guess I 'm just neural. ``

'' It 's ok to be nervous. '' melodic line coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her Down onto the bed. `` I love you Arleen, combine me, ok ? I 'll never hurt you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered soft row of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to fondle her raw skin. She lifted her foreland, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each former 's essence, like their first kiss at the airport, only this metre it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up Passion of Christ, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own tongue slid over air 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every foursquare mm of her mouth.

tune 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The nipple at first contracted, then hardened to strain 's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasance began to fall from melodic line 's finger tips. Melody sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. tune lowered her typeface to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her finger's breadth had been only mo earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

egg laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her spine ; melodic line could experience heat and wet seeping from between Arleen 's branch. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the Sami way. Arleen 's mamilla slipped out of air 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

tonal pattern dragged her spit across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her ramification wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering melody her densely hirsute damp pussy. strain needed no second offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her knife probed Arleen 's twat, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her sodden snatch. melodic line sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her second joint began minute electrical short jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hired man were in tune 's hair, holding her face between her branch. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet rampart slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the dove into her subdued burden with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with myopic jerks she shook her pass, while pressing her nose gruelling, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic off-white. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her finger digging into her hair, spurts of off-white lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in shortly pant, her body covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted balmy wet kiss along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated mute skin, as Arleen 's laboured breathing eased. She raised herself on one articulatio cubiti, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your mitt. ``

She took Arleen 's hand and placed it over her go forth breast. `` This beats only for you, it 's my eye, contract it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could find tune 's heart trouncing beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. Melody 's skin was indulgent and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her pap had contracted to a knit coppery brown ; her external respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your marrow ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hired man down to the dampish junction of line 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic fuzz, strain 's cunt was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shaved mons veneris. `` Is this mine too ? ``

'' Oh god, yes ! All of me, you do n't have to ask ! ''

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump twat possessively ; her finger parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to pare Melody 's plump fiddling pussy open. Her heart and soul was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the acme she found an vertical piddling clit, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her cheek her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly strain 's hands flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clitoris noisily her fingerbreadth delved into the wet cloying fondness of Melody 's snatch walls. She pressed her finger's breadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back rich than before. strain had begun to pant and tense, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed line 's clit with her front teeth pushing melody over the edge, her climax which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing finish, her whole puss pulsed in time with her fast trouncing heart, she cried out, her soundbox stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to bat the copious amounts of liquid oozing from air 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing pick, as Arleen 's heart and soul slowed to a pattern tempo, and her breathing became regular.

'' Jesus ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to nuzzle close and kiss her cutter boob softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

'' Before now, I was n't, but I 've watched porno, ya know. I know what would please me, I hope I did please you, 'cus I love you Melody, with all my mettle, I 'm just so happy right hand now. ``

'' Oh, so you learned from porn ! What else did porn Thatch you ? '' tonal pattern asked.

'' You 'll sustain to look and find out. '' Arleen chuckled.

tune chuckled. `` I ca n't hold back to bump out. ''