Her thirty sec birthday had been a fire, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good clip, if hangover was anything to jurist by. Then add she could n't retrieve the underclothes she had worn at the beginning of her company ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too small for her 34C white meat, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the taut shirt, and someone else 's way too short-circuit 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 raw on her bed three naked guy were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! wellspring actually thirty two and two twenty-four hours. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was grandiloquent at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue middle were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the yearn lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mystic were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her supercilium had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her boldness was heart shaped, her nozzle was straight and slender with minute nostril, her mouth was wide, with sensual back talk, her chin was piercing but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn mightily ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the rain shower curtain down. In her borrowed article of clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost whip water stung her naked consistency, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in counterpart grayish rill she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes 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 apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, some smooth wax but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her resolve machine had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable role in the kernel of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to drink all the chocolate cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it marginal except for three evacuate beer nursing bottle and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. fountainhead with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee bean fatal, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the umber Jehovah still worked ; scalding mordant coffee and the handful of Motrin she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her centre. Within an hour she was almost able of intellectual human intellection, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her longsighted dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the term of enlistment. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up vocaliser. They had toured every major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to lease his back up Isaac Bashevis Singer to Europe and would try out for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agentive role had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an sense of hearing for, but there was zip 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final examination coffin nail into her nearly four year kinship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a workweek after she left to go on duty tour, to fuck her skillful friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale Negro coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and recent copy of Variety. Bills, credit entry card argument nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your long confounded Uncle has named you the only heritor to his multi million dollar land, please contact us at 555-1234 .... Blah, claptrap .....

She refilled her deep brown mug with the settlings of the pot, and thumbed through miscellany, noting who had shafted who, who was sleeping with whom, who was hot and who was not. When at the binding she saw a square toes bordered advertisement :

rural area singer NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ......

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computing device and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreams she 'd make it as a headliner, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tables or taking off your dress for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her factor, she popped the CD and blurb into the post and promptly forgot about it. The coming together with her agent led to a little piece of work over the succeeding few days singing jingle for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also talk of some radio work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the tuner place for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was light and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tactfulness to celebrate him away without ruining her chances for More oeuvre at the radio receiver station.

The traffic dwelling house was bumper to bumper her nine twelvemonth old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, distinctive of any bored nine year old she reckoned. She looked forward to getting home, sprawling out on the couch and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her moment beer, and watched while toby jug Keith took a gibe at Natalie main of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a process stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his achiever had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a pocket-size Caribbean island, they still considered themselves blank trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering automobile woof up the call, but of line some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-and-dumb person on the remote and picked up the headphone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting way ! ``

A female person 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 come up to Lake Ontario Canada for a last auditory sense ? Well gladly meet your disbursement. '' She added. `` If you like we can induce a riposte airline ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

Arleen did not empathise and stammered. `` Huh ? What CD, what tryout, what are you talking about ? '' she said warily suspecting Shelly or one of her friends was pulling a prank.

'' Is this Arleen Neil Armstrong the area singer ? You sent us a promo CD in response to our advert in this month 's smorgasbord. '' The soft verbalise woman on the other side of the headphone continued.

Vague retentiveness of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her natal day company surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's aright, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby Keith being an whoreson to Natalie main on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll care to descend on up there, I 'm detached after next hebdomad, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday aurora, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so cool, let me see what I can dress with the air hose, can you hang on a sec ? ``

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

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New York, and should make it at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will repulse down and meet you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and clobber, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all master by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agent and see about a piece of work permits and what documentation I 'll need in the stand for time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

Carefully Arleen wrote RC46732 on her calendar for the following Fri, and settled down to take in the accolade show.

The two workweek went by truehearted enough, her Agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some signifier and documents she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than than three months, as well as the necessary contact and fax number. By 6:30 on Friday her carpenter's plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the cargo hold. She was in time to catch the New House of York transfer, and enjoyed a crank of wine-coloured and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the scant flying from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the Terminal carrying her all-night bag of wearing apparel, 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 exotic address like Freezeyerassoff in Republic of Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brasil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer display board and amp and wandered along to the release with the hundred odd rider, from her flight of steps. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a augury `` Arleen Neil Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hair's-breadth. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her lip encompassing and aphrodisiacal, her breast, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and lofty, her interior designer blue jean, showed her material body off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her big eyes were special K and flecked with gold and her skin unmarred 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 assist you with your clobber, it looks heavy. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer circuit board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on break up wheels. line tugged it behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the back rear of tonal pattern 's four bicycle driving force SUV and headed out of the aerodrome and along the pike, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

'' Oh yeah we did Toronto as share of the circuit, also, Ottawa, Montreal and George Vancouver. '' she rattled off.

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our golf club is about three hundred kilometre North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died terminal winter in a car collapse, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll fill about four time of day to get there, would you like to break off and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

'' Oh no, it 's fine, I had something on the planing machine. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' melodic phrase said, turning onto a wide highway and headed north. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated go guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a chatty case, and there were often fourth dimension of muteness, not stilted muteness but easy contemplative times when it did n't appear necessary to verbalise, she enjoyed Melody 's party. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at melodic line who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

tune helped her proceeds her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was medium sized with a big bed and colorize TV with a bathroom leading off diametrical the closets. It was peachy and clean and jerk, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the door. For some understanding it was an awkward second, almost as if there should have been more than.

Arleen lay awake for a patch, melodic line seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know tonal pattern better. She hoped her sis would be Nice too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a holiday. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black jeans and a tooled leather belt with an oversized oval western buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slid into a span of partiality stitched senior high heeled black horse opera boots that matched her belt ; she used the elbow room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her haircloth, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 stage. The Birchacres Motel was just off a farsighted straight tarred route. About one hundred railyard to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich storage and one hundred yards to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but granger 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and Roger Eliot Fry and a coffee. The offspring guy who took her Order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the just employee ; rushed about and put her order in front line of her on the received Brown University plastic tray. She dug into her blue jean and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the month, verified by his picture against the wall, shook his headspring. `` No, no ! '' He said. '' Thelma and melodic phrase Verren were running her tab ; it was all already paid for. ''

'' What would deliver happened if I went to the sub blank space at the gas bar ? She asked Dave.

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

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her burnt umber wondering what the infernal region she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its guinea pig and practiced a few chords while tuning the drawstring before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck fair sex'. She then took her buffer electric car guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a intoxicating edition of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't recite me the time'made illustrious by Martha Davis, until the telephone set rang.

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their slip. She opened the curtain and sat on the bed looking at the road and farmland that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minute of arc, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it strain climbed out Her brass flushed. She wore bluish jeans and a garden pink jersey with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her sizeable pectus in Burgundy wine letter of the alphabet. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both fair sex realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer 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 North again. This meter Melody seemed reserved and there was not practically conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The township was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the chief road and followed the signaling. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured sway cliff of a tall mountain and on the other side of meat of the road the farming sloped down to a prominent aristocratical lake and the Town. The two history building was painted an identical color to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' line said unnecessarily.

With melodic phrase 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The basis level was a great windowless air conditioned straight way with an oaken bar counterpunch running the duration of one side, in the center field was a good sized wooden dancing level, and against the wall, opposite the bar riposte was a small microscope stage ; the residuum of the tavern had death chair and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gent rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the piece of furniture and equipment was new, and the paries smelled of new blusher.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter. She must deliver moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' air said holding out her hand, and shaking men. Arleen realized that they were Gemini. Their vox were practically selfsame, Thelma was the mirror ikon of her twin, but there were subtle difference of opinion, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's centre were pure green, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pinko emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly modest. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' Sure suit yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half queried

'' She was right behind me, a instant 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 same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last time was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to wear the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you cook to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want John Lackland to come too ? '' melodic line asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound chip, noting the reading on her mixing board, and dragging the yellow-bellied terrapin up a little until the newspaper clipping were registering bettor and making for leeway for the elbow room size of it. She flicked on the tympan machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy version of kernel 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` loony '' all the prison term looking into air '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 reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girlfriend'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her singular natural endowment for mimicking phonation to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would consume sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony secretiveness from the audience of three, a man, who must be Saint John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hired hand. He was well over 6'with blanket shoulder, heavily muscled arms and a minute waist ; dressed all in black, above chocolate-brown centre and spectacles, he was wearing a pinko baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front end in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant enough of his manhood to wear a pinko baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the point, and walked towards them, it was air who asked. `` That was amazing need a beer ? ``

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy frigidness feeding bottle. '' It 's colder than the conscription. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the conscription tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all concern. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summertime ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we gibe to $ 500.00 a night with three one 60 minutes sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Fri and Saturday ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last outcry is 2:00PM we can reincarnate it after six months if we are still felicitous with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our sinew, he 's in bearing 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 fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an propagation. 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 bridge for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to await for any answers. In the imply time I can fly back get affair in order back home. If Canadian River authorities give us the go-ahead I can be here fix to sing William Ashley Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and air filled in the blank and signed on the dotted ancestry, after which lav and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the billet to fax the text file, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um can is more than the chucker-out, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' sure enough I 'll have one Sir Thomas More. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her countersign sounded improper to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt silly like this since high school ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy frigidity Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The rally took a little foresighted than necessary, their fingers 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 tad of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' strain took her by the paw and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. line 's speck was electric, her hand was lovesome and soft,

Arleen found it arduous 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 apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, John the Divine pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's T-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. melodic phrase apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the doorway to her character of the on a higher floor living space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather retinue, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chrome point of view. An expensive nigrify faced stereo and surround speech sound verbaliser stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and useable. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you diddle ? '' She asked as air finally let her helping hand go.

strain chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh Almighty ! It 's six already, would you like to continue here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to pay heed out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and John ? '' She stammered.

'' That sounds prissy ; sure I 've no other plans, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summertime fare around here, you 've already had your day-by-day beefburger, or we could send John for submarine from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really athirst. ``

'' Salad and ice pick sounds perfect, need any assist getting it ready ? '' Arleen asked.

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

air went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a short confused, went back downstairs to find out more than than a few people had entered as had two reasonably servers, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt. A blonde haired waiter was popping crownwork of beer and pouring guess of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red header bustled between tables with a tray wide-cut of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel variety of melancholy and she stayed in that mood by doing a masking of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the wickedness'. She followed it with Juice Sir Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional slideway by changing to the galvanizing Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that sentence the bar was almost good, the bunch was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a duad in their thirties and mid-forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed Guy in their twenties.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a heavy fourth dimension. I do n't mind petition so let me bonk what you like, if I know it, I 'll spiel it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing melody beckoning her to a table where her baby and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyric for Hotel California, her southern accent mark making it sound 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 tabular array while the gang clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside line and diametrical Thelma and St. John. `` That was really aplomb, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't requisite, 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 CA, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and shivering 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 bright red and started paying a swell bargain of care to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crew had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duty as bouncer, as the sponsor got a fiddling rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more server were on tariff they were getting swamped. melodic line grabbed another distich of cold beers and they sat imbibing, not quiet talking but not really placid, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a comfy secrecy either, both girls realized something was unretentive. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country medicine. tonal pattern loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a cast, and a million other slight things people having a couplet of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few 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 dealers were, the local hookers, and prize wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local scantling while their husband worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, melody and Arleen were really enjoying each former 's party and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was ok, strain was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to blur her word of honor. Silently, Thelma and John the Divine came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my Sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't wassail, or hold her licker, for that matter, after a few boozing 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 back and had begun to snore softly.

Arleen watched Melody from the sitting elbow room, she sat on Melody 's new leather sofa 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.

morn comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pinko cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapery of Melody 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the lounge and made her way to the bathroom. In the lav vanity she could see she was a great deal. Hastily she washed her font and used her digit to rake her long dark hair into some colour of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar rejoinder sipping from a mug, over the olfactory perception of stale liquor she smelled coffee berry, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with emollient and loot. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before john said, `` Do n't conceive badly of Mel, she just is n't a imbiber, Thelma on the former hand, well, she can salute me under the tabularize any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business psyche, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more esthetic, 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 time is your flight of steps back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight of steps, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my thing and get out of here, after last-place night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what John 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, think of.

'' Thel said you might palpate that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm surely Thel and Mel will attend after it, it saves you hauling it habitation on the aircraft, only to cart it back out here in a few daylight again. ``

John the Evangelist 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 airdrome. The private road to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when privy dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the loss lounge and had arrived for her flying a good two hours early.

The flight back went without a tour of duty, she caught a cab dwelling and was just gear up to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, `` Hi this is Arleen. ``

'' Um hi Arleen, this is melodic phrase, Did I catch you at a safe time ? I hope you had a ripe flight of stairs back. ``

'' You caught me quick to take in a cascade, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit unknown ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a brief silence on the other end, before tonal pattern continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm hunky-dory, I hope that you are still coming here, John the Divine said you might have had second mentation. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm no-account about Saturday dark, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really sorry. '' melodic line apologized softly.

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big flock. You should throw been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

'' Um ...... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my whole figure, Melody. Rather than plain 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 time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the veracious discussion 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 things in my room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her back talk conclude 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.

Monday turned out meddling than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her factor and told her to get through the Musician 's Union and severalise them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work Trachinotus falcatus. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problem but their several Musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and in-migration department. She had to gossip the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the piece of work permit, and was told she should make it within a few daylight, barring any hang-up or great reprehensible warrants. Since she led a blameless life history she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic infraction, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her licence should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed too soon. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next threshold, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on strain, who seemed ..... When her telephone rang.

'' hullo ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' tonal pattern ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

I did n't think Thelma would telephone set me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her straits so she could slant back against it.

'' So what do ya need ? '' Melody asked, her timber accusatory

.

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

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

She was quiet for a moment, and Arleen could picture her grinning.

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

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

Arleen 's mettle missed a beat, and she stretched out naked beneath the concealment 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 know, 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 ? '' tonal pattern queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

'' And why were you going to forebode me ? ``

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

Briefly Arleen mused, if she had really wanted to headphone Melody at all, she knew she had been thinking about her.

'' Do you want my secret number ? '' melodic phrase asked.

'' What would I do with your secret number, line ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can phone me on it. save it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' Melody demanded.

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

'' You sound tired, '' air commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

'' It 's almost 11, '' she said. `` What are you doing tomorrow. ``

'' Working on a jingle for a radio post, whose embonpoint art theater director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a easy voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, sleep tight '' Melody whispered.

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

The next day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the clock time before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became proficient at slipping past before he could slither any stuffy. Most of the day was wasted, and the final ware was less than perfective, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a twelve prison term, Arleen was just about to let him make it, when the odious salientian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove abode, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper dealings, she was really pleased to make it rest home, the needle of the heat gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a bill. On the front was a animated cartoon bozo holding its fender behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Saami jackass had opened its wings wide-eyed the card read, 'ME'

Underneath tonal pattern had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

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

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

'' Since you do n't let an answering machine I picked up, it might accept been important. Yeah girlfriend ! Some melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, sober lesbo action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

'' Fuck off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the carte du jour to her bureau and stormed past her and slammed her chamber 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 tonal pattern, thank you for the menu. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

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

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

Arlene threw the earphone at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just provide me alone ok ? '' She begged as split began to menstruate, for some strange reason. She sat on her bed hugging her articulatio genus and sobbed softly.

'' Good Shepherd girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the tears hon, come on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat side by side to her and stroked her long grim hairsbreadth. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's read/write head. `` I never thought you were a butch, I mean you and Thomas Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to comfort her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno plate, I just dunno I am so confused right now, just let me log Z's, ok ? '' she asked her protagonist softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can change our friendly relationship, we 've done some crazy affair together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk of the town, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't hail a knock, you have to find it, and then that 's your option, 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 matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone 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 60 minutes later Arleen was still on her back, her heart red and sore, the telephone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

'' No its not, I 'm really sorry, delight do n't cry. '' Melody pleaded.

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

Arleen could get a line Melody choking up on the other 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 tonal pattern. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sobs burst the secrecy.

Shelly came back in, hand on her hip joint. `` What the fuck is going on ? '' she asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentence as the tears flowed. The touching muteness the way there should be to a greater extent when they greeted each early, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in Melody 's front, the changing of the lyric poem from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green heart. How beautiful she was, the unusual 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 signify you do n't know ? Then find out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' Fuck me girl, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

'' Please do n't telephone set her Shell, I 'll be delicately, honest. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the hell outta there, come home, and we 'll find ya some cunning bird to squeeze, ok ?

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

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

The espouse day went pretty a lot the same as the previous one. Arleen was not athirst, she pecked at a burger the radio place had had brought in from some Burger juncture, the art manager managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of fourth dimension, 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 hear her telephone set ringing, while she unlocked the front threshold, she grabbed it. '' melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have upright news ! I have your oeuvre permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you want to bring in them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not happy with your work, and he 's abandoning the projection. commiseration that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick magazine where he tried to grope my boobs, he can keep his habitue gig, I want nix More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pick up the text file for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Day early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure love, I wont be in the office, I 'll provide them in an envelope for you, at reception, just take my writing table. Have a good time in Canada ; let me have intercourse how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her creative thinker was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on the first ring. `` 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 study permit and visa are cook ; do you want me to come up in the first place ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Let me ask Thel, care to wait ? ``

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this shit, ok ? I do n't understand whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signaling that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all haywire, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can feel yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the solitary woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm good or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's blessing. ``

There was a farsighted secretiveness, before line finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

'' I wo n't ask Thel 's permission. I 'll satisfy you at the airport, when 's your flight ? ``

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

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

'' No Melody, I want more, I need to know, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know Sir Thomas 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 Nox I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in beloved with you, you say you have intuitive feeling for me, but you do n't infer them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't stand for for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, 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 thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to act upon. I am ringing off now. prognosticate me when you 've had sentence to recollect. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her script. Even though it was n't dark remote yet, she crawled under the cover version and went to sleep.

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her room access, waking her up. `` Hey girl, get some apparel on, I 've brought habitation, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two Guy, who were sitting in the life room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room mate and the two cat, in the seance room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A egg plot was on TV, Shelly spent nigh of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the even 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 1930s, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to fall behind. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her dead body ; she felt cypher, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home bozo many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Saami guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could imagine of was a curtly curly haired, green eyed miss with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's deal inside her pants made her creative thinker up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her ramification. 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 join Shelly and um, what 's his name ? Um .. Barry, I 'm certain Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the sofa 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 headphone was answered after the one-third halo. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' 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 fourth dimension 's your flight ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough prison term to intend this through ? I do n't desire you to bucket along on my account. '' line asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' 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. '' melodic line whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in making love with you. I mean I want you to get laid me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to take a leak fuck to you and have you make love to me, to carry you, kiss you, go to bed with you, rouse 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 escape ? ``

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than than one word at a time ? Can I sound you back ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Right now, all I 'm right for is one Good Book at a fourth dimension. Yes of path phone me back, silly. ``

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

This time strain picked up on the outset ring. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to realize two could take on monosyllables. `` Yeah ''

There was secretiveness, tune caved first. `` So differentiate me, what clock time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? turn back it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was zilch playful in Melody 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't initiate that again, melodic line, hey what ? ``

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

Arleen, felt herself shudder. Her insides felt like jelly, she croaked a reply. `` I love you too. ``

'' Sleep tight my erotic love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The earpiece went utterly, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hour for her to settle her function, and dress a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder joint tee shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her westerly rush, and cinched the matching whang around her trim waist with the magnanimous oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the doorway, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her making love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's phone act as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped ass alongside a insurance salesman. The aeroplane touched down on clip, and Arleen was the first person off the planer. 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 eccentric and wandered along to the exit with the one C odd passengers, from her flight. A offspring woman stood to one position with a numeral of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Louis Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up horn in and beautiful curly dark haircloth. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked oculus that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so turn on she wanted to run and touch her, have got her osculate her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a human relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their weaponry folding and touching each other 's pelt and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their clapper tasted and explored each other 's backtalk, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's center. melody was the first to address. `` Come, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS business office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a shock, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her baggage to the courier divine service giving instructions, to overnight them to the guild 's savoir-faire in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's bridge player go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the drome towards the car commons. Instead of the bland whiten SUV, melodic phrase had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was zero girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in vividness of the bicycle over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket crown, cocked her leg over and straddled the can, before kicking the bicycle off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a tractor trailer stupor Arleen climbed behind tune. With a tacky roar, the big engine under the girl fusillade into life, with a surge tonal pattern accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large motorcycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could finger the silky power of the motor every time strain, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke ridiculous things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hired hand tighter around Melody 's waistline, her head resting between, her shoulder. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the plowland of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel instant by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. air piloted the cycle to a layover in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the fourth dimension a car would give. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow have it off you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the brim. `` You should cause seen this girl. '' 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 keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure how much sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

Melody blushed, a deeply red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and settle in, I 'll get hold of her upstairs. You can confab with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered air 's apartment hand in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping room. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently line led her to the bed. She knelt, her solid hired man pulled off Arleen 's rush, and nimble finger's breadth unclasped her belted ammunition. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and scanty together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her top dog, and sat nude before her.

tune plucked at her own article of clothing, 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 head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm confused, I want so often to please you, I 'm frighten off to hell I 'll have it off up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

melodic phrase whispered diffused quarrel of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her medium tegument. She lifted her oral sex, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their first kiss at the airport, only this sentence it was longer and more vivid, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's clapper while her own clapper slid over melody 's tooth and inquisitively inspected every foursquare millimeter of her rima oris.

strain 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the ring of color of Arleen 's tit, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teat at first contracted, then hardened to melodic line 's feeling, becoming rubbery as flavour of pleasance began to menstruate from Melody 's finger backsheesh. 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. Melody lowered her facial expression to Arleen 's boob, her knife traced where her fingerbreadth had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her clapper probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; tune could finger heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's ramification. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the Saame way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of Melody 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her knife across Arleen 's omphalus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen ranch her legs spacious, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her seat, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second whirl ; delicately she lowered her rima oris onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's pussy, 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 soppy slit. strain sensed the change in Arleen 's ventilation, her thighs began narrow electrical little jerk, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hairsbreadth, holding her aspect between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her genu 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 second joint, tune had pressed first one, then two, digit into Arleen 's wet rampart slurping noisily as rich succus flowed as air contracted, tightening a wet traveling bag on her fingerbreadth as the dove into her easy core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her school principal, while pressing her nose surd, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic ivory. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her name, before, the rigidifying in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spirt of whitish lubricating substance gushed from her pussy, as one coming rolled into two, then a thirdly, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in short gasp, her body covered in sudation, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

melodic line slid back up on the bed side by side to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated muffle skin, as Arleen 's push breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow joint, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's oculus close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, render me your mitt. ``

She took Arleen 's helping hand and placed it over her left boob. `` This beats only for you, it 's my gist, take it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could finger strain 's heart beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her bridge player had been. Melody 's skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your fondness ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her mitt down to the moist joint of Melody 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, Melody 's twat was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's knock off mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump slit possessively ; her finger parted the thin out lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to trim Melody 's plump small pussy unfold. Her nucleus was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knee joint, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect little clit, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her human face her lips pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melody 's hands flew to have got Arleen 's question between her thigh. While she continued to kiss melody 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody 's pussy walls. She pressed her digit as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to squeeze them back mystifying than before. tonal pattern had begun to pant and strain, her thighs and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front dentition pushing tonal pattern over the edge, her climax which had begun as lilliputian electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole pussy pulsed in prison term with her fast nonplus bosom, she cried out, her body stiffened, as seventh heaven overtook her.

Arleen began to cream the copious total of liquid oozing from melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing pick, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a formula pace, and her ventilation became regular.

'' Deliverer ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to cuddle close and osculate her attendant 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 spunk, I 'm just so happy right now. ``

'' Oh, so you learned from porn ! What else did porn teach you ? '' Melody asked.

'' You 'll have to hold off and discover out. '' Arleen chuckled.

strain chuckled. `` I ca n't wait to find out. ''