Her XXX second birthday had been a blast, 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 prison term, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't chance the underwear she had worn at the showtime of her political party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the floor of her sleeping room in an ill-fitting man 's shirt one-half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two sizing too small for her 34C tit, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and soul else 's way too short skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomie ; Shelly was passed out bare on her bed three raw guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the political party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two day. Arleen looked at herself in her full length sleeping accommodation mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her bluebottle blue centre were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long whip that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mystical were matted and clumped. The eye tincture was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her os zygomaticum were high and complimented her oculus. Her case was fondness shaped, her nose was unbowed and slender with specialise nostrils, her mouth was wide, with animal lips, her chin was acute but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn veracious ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the exhibitioner curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm body of water shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden apparel, turned up the hot urine and stood as the almost scald body of water stung her naked physical structure, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her brass in twin grayish rill she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the urine soothe her soul for at least fifteen proceedings 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 tidy sum, feeding bottle everywhere, some tranquil full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some lunatic with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the nitty-gritty of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to drink all the coffee cream as well as the milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it bare except for three abandon beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to fuddle her coffee Shirley Temple, she went about the complicated undertaking of filling the coffee Creator and switching it on.

Thank God the java maker still worked ; scalding black java and the handful of Nuprin she took began to deaden the dull pounding behind her centre. Within an hour she was almost open of intellectual human persuasion, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long gloomy hair's-breadth.

It had been more than a birthday do ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the duty tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his vertebral column up vocaliser. They had toured every Major metropolis in North America, now he was headed to EEC, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to film his back up Isaac M. Singer to Common Market and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was zip 'concrete'on the sensible horizon for her. Being on the route had been hard, it drove the final exam coffin nail into her nearly four yr human relationship with Omar Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a workweek after she left to go on tour, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd misfire Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the couch with her mail, and in style copy of smorgasbord. Bills, credit scorecard command cipher of interest, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only inheritor to his multi million dollar estate, please get through us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah ... ..

She refilled her coffee mug with the dregs of the pot, and thumbed through assortment, noting who had shafted who, who was sleeping with whom, who was hot and who was not. When at the cover she saw a square bordered advert :

body politic SINGER NEEDED

The human race Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED rural area MUSICAN

Entertainer

declaration will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the skyline, right ? There was nothing to liberate. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few yr before, when she still had dream she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tables or taking off your wearing apparel 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 group meeting with her federal agent led to a slight work over the next few solar day singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their low refrigerator. There was also talk of some tuner work.

A hebdomad later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a beef of a day, the radio station for which she was doing a jingle 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 keep him away without ruining her chances for more work at the tuner station.

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

Shelly, her roomy was doing a short stint as a replacement in a melodious, and she had the piazza to herself. She had kicked off her tennis shoe and just opened her second beer, and watched while toby jug Keith took a jibe at Natalie Mains of The South Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a twelve sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a diminished Caribbean Sea island, they still considered themselves Caucasian trash.

The telephone interrupted the pontificating whiteness trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering machine pickaxe up the Call, but of course some demented changeling with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the removed and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting elbow room ! ``

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs Tavern, my baby and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to come up to Ontario Canada for a final tryout ? Well gladly meet your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can own a return airline business ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the country singer ? You sent us a promo CD in result to our advert in this month 's kind. '' The flabby address woman on the other side of the phone continued.

Vague memory of posting off a CD and promotional material endorsement 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 bunghole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm liberal after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday dawning, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so coolheaded, let me see what I can arrange with the airway, can you attend on a sec ? ``

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

After a minute of arc or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday Night trajectory ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New House of York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My baby will repulse down and take on you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your epithet and this code RC46732, they 'll experience your ticket, conveyance and stuff and nonsense, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional person by that metre. '' That sounds perfect, I will reach my broker and see about a work permit and what software documentation I 'll need in the mean time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after adjacent, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

Carefully Arleen wrote RC46732 on her calendar for the accompany Fri, and settled down to learn the awards show.

The two workweek went by fast enough, her factor gave her info about working in Canada and gave her some var. and documents she 'd call for if she wanted to exploit in Canada for more than three months, as well as the necessary inter-group communication and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the cargo appreciation. She was in time to charm the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine-coloured and a few elegantly ready sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the terminus carrying her all-night bag of clothes, and was glad 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 Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Federative Republic of Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passenger, from her flight. A Edward Young charwoman stood to one position with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a signboard `` Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dour hair. She was poor, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eye were commons, with a cute turned up pry, her mouth wide and sexy, her tit, beneath a thin out silvery blouse were generous and proud, her intriguer jeans, showed her soma off extremely well. When Arleen drew near she noticed that her prominent eyes were Green and flecked with gold and her pelt 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 of stairs. Can I help you with your stuff, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and former equipment in the back keister of Melody 's four rack effort SUV and headed out of the airdrome and along the freeway, making small public lecture. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

'' Oh yeah we did Toronto as constituent of the tour, also, Ottawa, Montreal and Vancouver. '' she rattled off.

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our club is about three hundred kilometer North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car crash, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and land the place up to code. It 'll take about four hours to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide main road and headed north. She pointed out diverse watershed along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour guidebook. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted silence but easy contemplative clip when it did n't look necessity to address, she enjoyed line 's caller. Although it would induce appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was finish to 2:00 AM when the livid 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 cortege Try and catch some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will scream you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you musician do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noonday anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her payoff her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and vividness TV with a john leading off inverse the closets. It was neat and sporty, and far better than some of the suite 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 threshold. For some ground it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should have been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really Nice, it was unusual, she felt she had to get to know melody better. She hoped her baby would be dainty too, it would be proficient to get out of Nashville for a piece, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory modality seemed like a vacation. These thought soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in disgraceful dungaree and a tooled leather belt with an outsized oval westerly buckle and a simple ashen tee-shirt and slew into a pair of visualize stitched high heeled black western charge that matched her whack ; she used the elbow room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair's-breadth, before venturing out. It was a daze. The temperature was close to 100 arcdegree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas station and a subway sandwich computer storage and one hundred 1000 to the left a MacDonald 's, and nix else to see for Roman mile but farmer 's airfield. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. tinker's dam ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren E. Burger and Roger Eliot Fry and a coffee. The young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the solely employee ; rushed about and put her Order in front of her on the stock brown plastic tray. She dug into her dungaree and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made system there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not certain which, end by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her coffee wondering what the inferno 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 character and practiced a few chords while tuning the string before moving into Gretchen Angus Frank Johnstone Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck fair sex'. She then took her pilot galvanic guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a foolhardy version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the fourth dimension'made famous by Martha Miles Davis, until the telephone rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the phone here. '' Arleen heard a couple of muffled 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. strain is already on her way to bring in 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 ploughland that surrounded her, there did n't appear to be any township nearby.

The egg white SUV pulled up outside the motel elbow room after about ten mo, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to converge it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jeans and a knock t-shirt with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her ample chest of drawers in Burgundy varsity letter. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both cleaning lady realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the book binding. They both climbed in secretiveness and drove out of the car Park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not often conversation, it was almost as if they were stranger again.

The town was a few mi North of the motel, at a crossway Arleen saw the star sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the master road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tap house nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock cliffs of a tall mountain and on the other side of the road the kingdom sloped down to a orotund blue lake and the Ithiel Town. The two story building was painted an identical colour to the cliff. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With tune 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground story was a heavy windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the length of one English, in the center was a just sized wooden dance floor, and against the rampart, opposite the bar retort was a pocket-sized stage ; the rest of the tavern had chairs and tabular array. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and Gand balance rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was storm to see Melody already standing behind the bar riposte. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' melodic line said holding out her handwriting, and shaking handwriting. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their interpreter were practically monovular, Thelma was the mirror look-alike of her twin, but there were subtle departure, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's oculus were pure green, without the golden bit. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's titty beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly small. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' certainly suit 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 Same clothes, it confuses the heck out of hoi polloi. The last time was at varsity a few eld ago. I guess we just chose to jade the same matter today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you make to pick up Arleen spiel ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want John to come too ? '' melody asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few phone checkout, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clipping were registering salutary and making for allowances for the elbow room size. She flicked on the barrel machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's 'Redneck adult female'and followed up with her own bawdry edition of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to fool Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked super C eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the language, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the cowcatcher again and ended the set by using her unique natural endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendering 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 muteness from the audience of three, a man, who must be whoremaster that tonal pattern had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding mitt. He was well over 6'with wide-eyed shoulders, heavily muscled branch and a narrow shank ; dressed all in contraband, above brown optic and eyeglasses, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front in Bourgogne. He looked ruffian and intimate sufficiency of his manhood to get into a pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the stage, and walked towards them, it was Melody who asked. `` That was awesome wish 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 cold nursing bottle. '' It 's moth-eaten than the muster. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature standard of measurement on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all occupation. `` Can you do a six month declaration, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a Nox with three one 60 minutes band, Tues to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on measure of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last birdsong is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John the Divine Tompos, our muscular tissue, he 's in charge 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 speak about an filename extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a piece of work permit for me. I have the documentation and a touchstone declaration for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably give to wait for any answer. In the tight prison term I can fly back get things in order back habitation. If Canadian regime give us the go-ahead I can be here quick to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dashed lines, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and whoremaster went off to the office to fax the papers, leaving melodic phrase and Arleen once again together in an ill-chosen muteness. `` Um John is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's young man, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' certain I 'll consume one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since richly school ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The interchange took a trivial longer than requisite, their fingers touching briefly during the exchange. `` You sing beautifully. '' Melody complimented her while holding the bottle 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 shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to signalise you after we heard the first Shania duo Song you did, you copied her almost exactly. semen ; let me show you the place. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the eternal sleep suite before taking her upstairs. strain 's touch modality was electric, her hired man was warm and balmy,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large office at the top of the steps and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the authority Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the battlefront of john 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned promising red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their concealment as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the on a higher floor living space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting elbow room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one position on a chrome tie-up. An expensive mordant faced stereophony and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen blood plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and usable. 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 spiel ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hand go.

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

'' That sounds nice ; for sure I 've no other programme, what 's for dinner party ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily beefburger, or we could send John for subs from underpass or for a pizza pie if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice cream sounds gross, need any help getting it set ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its amercement, it only takes a few mo, I 'll get it down to the bar, and impart the two passion birds 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 bedevil, went back downstairs to find Sir Thomas More than a few people had entered as had two pretty server, wearing the requirement pinko Rosécliffs tavern jersey. A blond haired host was popping pileus of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all form of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between mesa with a tray wide-cut of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular strain always made her experience kind of black bile and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the iniquity'. She followed it with juice Sir Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the dawn'before shaking her ego out of an emotional slideway by changing to the electric pilot and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it honorable'. By that clock time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirty-something and XL and greyness haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome 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 time. I do n't take care requests so let me make out what you like, if I know it, I 'll wreak it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a tabular array where her sister and john the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a indorsement before picking the Spanish commencement to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it well-grounded like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the phase and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

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

'' She 's awesome ! '' Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great deal of tending 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 responsibility as chucker-out, as the frequenter got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Sir Thomas More server were on obligation they were getting swamped. melody grabbed another duo of moth-eaten beers and they sat drinking, not tranquil talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was unawares. They discovered that neither had a meaning former, both make love country euphony. melodic line loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million early little matter people having a couple of deglutition tell each other without getting bogged down with personal buck private facts.

They drank a few to a greater extent beers and chatted, mainly it was strain, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local anesthetic drug monger were, the local anaesthetic hookers, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic topical anesthetic he-man while their husbands 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 hunky-dory, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her posterior and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sis to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't wassail, or hold her licker, for that topic, after a few drunkenness 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 line 's new leather sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the twine, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, dayspring painted the pink cliffs a sick orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of melody 's sitting elbow room. The doorway to Melody 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the lavatory vanity she could see she was a mickle. Hastily she washed her expression and used her fingers to rake her long dark hair into some illusion of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see can sitting on the bar counterpunch sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale John Barleycorn she smelled coffee, and John the Divine slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before whoremaster said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the former hand, well, she can drink in me under the table any day. Although they are counterpart Thelma is the business concern head, and Mel, well Mel is a lot balmy 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 arduous way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the good afternoon flight of stairs, take aim, this clip, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should bundle my things and get out of here, after last nighttime I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to grasp what John 's comment 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 as shooting, lets go back to the Motel, and get your grip, you can leave behind your equipment here if you like I 'm sure enough Thel and Mel will await after it, it saves you hauling it abode on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few sidereal day again. ``

bathroom led the way to his cartridge, 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 St. John drove faster, the conversation and fellowship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when whoremaster dropped her off at the end and she walked into the divergence lounge and had arrived for her flying a good two time of day early.

The flight back went without a halt, she caught a cab place and was just ready to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, `` Hi this is Arleen. ``

'' Um hi Arleen, this is strain, Did I catch you at a good sentence ? I hope you had a beneficial flight back. ``

'' You caught me fix to possess a shower, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit unusual ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a brief secrecy on the former end, before melodic line continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't proceed you then ; no I 'm OK, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might give had second thoughts. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm sorry about Saturday night, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really sorry. '' Melody apologized softly.

'' Its all right Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big spate. You should give been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

'' Um ... ... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my unscathed name, strain. 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 heavy to say the justly tidings 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 thing in my elbow room, they 'll be condom until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close 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 meddlesome than she expected, but she managed during the day to get clutch of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's Union and tell them she was going to run in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbor presented a few problem but their respective Musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and in-migration section. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the work licence, and was told she should ingest it within a few days, barring any snag or outstanding malefactor stock warrant. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sure, except for a few paid dealings rape, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to grovel into bed early. She could discover Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, following door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on air, who seemed ... .. When her telephone rang.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

'' Me ? What do I need ? You called me retrieve. '' Arleen said exasperatedly

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

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

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

Arleen was about to verbalize again, when melodic line said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's heart missed a rhythm, and she stretched out naked beneath the covers 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. '' strain said illogically

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

'' Uh huh ... and ? '' air queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

Briefly Arleen mused, if she had really wanted to speech sound air at all, she knew she had been thinking about her.

'' Do you want my secret number ? '' Melody asked.

'' What would I do with your buck private numeral, melodic line ? '' Arleen asked.

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

Obligingly Arleen wrote it down. For the following hour, 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 instrumentalist who stays up all Nox and sleeps 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 chubby art film director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

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

'' sound, '' 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 succeeding day at the tuner station was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the unworthy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became practiced at slipping past before he could slither any closer. Most of the day was wasted, and the final product was less than perfect, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the execrable toad, thanked her good-hearted and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove dwelling, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper dealings, she was really pleased to crap it home, the acerate leaf of the heat gauge, had risen very close to the red seam, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an gasbag from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a wag. On the front was a toon goofball holding its wings behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the add-in, the Saami goose had opened its annexe wide the identity card read, 'ME'

Underneath melody had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

tonal pattern

Shelly was sitting in the sitting 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 telephone set ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't make an answer machine I picked up, it might give 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, life-threatening lesbo action mechanism honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could accept played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of townspeople ? '' She snickered.

'' shtup off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the card to her chest and stormed past her and slammed her bedroom door.

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi tonal pattern, thank you for the card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by melodic phrase 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we percentage an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's patronage. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' strain said, clicking off the phone.

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

Arlene threw the sound at the doorway. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as crying began to menstruate, for some stranger reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked have-to doe with, `` Why the tears hon, occur on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair. '' Its ok baby, really, I 'm regretful I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's read/write head. `` I never thought you were a dike, I mean you and Tom Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to solace her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, cipher can change our friendship, we 've done some screwball matter together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't number a knock, you have to find it, and then that 's your pick, it does n't weigh if it 's with a guy or young lady, 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 earpiece 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.

Half an minute later Arleen was still on her back, her optic red and sore, the sound rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't know why I did that, fair. 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 line 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 ? ``

'' hope ? ``

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

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sobs burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the crying flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more than when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and deem, being tongue-tied in Melody 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green centre. How beautiful she was, the unusual ache she had now that they were apart. The lineup and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya imply you do n't love ? Then find out blank shell ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

'' damn right I am ! Holy shit girl, 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 phone her plate, I 'll be OK, true. ``

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

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

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

The following day went pretty much the Same as the late one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio place had had brought in from some burger roast, the art director managed slither his handwriting 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 hear her phone ringing, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' melody ? '' She asked.

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

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my knocker, he can hold open his veritable gig, I want naught more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and clean up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Day early, now that thing are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the authority, I 'll will them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just inquire my secretaire. accept a good time in Canada ; let me eff how it 's going, if you have the fourth dimension. ``

Her nous was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on the first ringing. `` 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 square reply.

'' My work permit and visa are ready ; do you want me to come up former ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this bull, ok ? I do n't sympathize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signal that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all wrong, 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 society, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the entirely cleaning woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the like way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm right on or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's approving. ``

There was a farsighted silence, before tune finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No Melody, I want More, I need to do it, 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 experience what I want. I want you, I did from the number 1 night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in dearest with you, you say you have feel for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't mean for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in erotic love with me, like I am with you, but its not soft, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. anticipate me when you 've had metre to think. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her helping hand. Even though it was n't sorry out of doors yet, she crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must have got been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey girl, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some troupe. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought home two guy, who were sitting in the sustenance room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a duad of faded sweats and gargled some gargle, and joined her room mate and the two guy rope, in the sitting 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 agent. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent most 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 bedchamber, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly fleshy and his pilus had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her thorax. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her torso ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just repulsion. She and Shelly had brought nursing home guys many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. tactual sensation Elliot 's helping hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am dark, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go join Shelly and um, what 's his figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the lounge 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 thirdly pack. `` Hi ''

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their earlier 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. ``

'' Are you sure you 've had enough clip to conceive this through ? I do n't require you to rush along on my account. '' Melody 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. '' Melody whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in beloved with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make believe love to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, snog 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 of stairs ? ``

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

'' Ok. ''

'' Do you require me to telephone now ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm just for is one parole at a time. Yes of course telephone me back, silly. ``

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's numeral, 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 band. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to agnise two could play monosyllables. `` Yeah ''

There was silence, air caved first. `` So tell me, what clip 's the flying ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? Stop it now, it is n't good story anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melody '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 transfer your mind on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't start that again, melody, 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 love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went dead, as melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to catch some Z's. It too at least an minute for her to settle her affairs, and format a taxi to the airdrome. 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 flush, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the large elliptical buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were numb beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short banker's bill thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's speech sound bit as her liaison number.

The carpenter's plane slip was spent sleeping untidily in the hamper hindquarters alongside a insurance policy salesman. The plane touched down on fourth dimension, and Arleen was the first person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless term of enlistment of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the loss with the 100 odd passenger, from her flying. A Loretta Young adult female stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a star sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark hair. When Arleen drew nigh she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eye that were the most exquisite oculus she had ever seen. She was so activated she wanted to run and impact her, obtain her kiss her.

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

Some multitude say the first candy kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching grip. Both girls melted into one and early, their weapon system folding and touching each other 's tegument and hair's-breadth, as their oral cavity hungered for each others. Their glossa tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the the great unwashed around them and the commentary about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each former 's oculus. line was the first to talk. `` seed, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS bureau in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a stupor, and blithely followed as tonal pattern handed over her luggage to the messenger divine service giving instructions, to overnight them to the lodge 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

strain pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car park. Instead of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bike over Arleen 's school principal, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the ass, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi shock Arleen climbed behind melodic line. With a aloud bellow, the big engine under the girls volley into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the exchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her paw clasped around her waist.

seance behind Melody Arleen could finger the silky mogul of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio receiver contact, they spoke ridiculous matter into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody 's waist, her head word resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the cultivated land of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel split second by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. melody piloted the bike to a occlusive in front man of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the clock time a car would get. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its chief tie-up, and walked into the bar, script in hired hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

air 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Lapplander billet she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should have got seen this fille. '' She said pointing at air. `` 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 on her fed ; I 'm not too sure how practically sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

tune blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and square up in, I 'll take her upstairs. You can chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered Melody 's apartment hand in helping hand, melodic phrase guided her into the sleeping accommodation. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at the ft of the bed. Arleen pulled her slick blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

strain plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly undressed and sat, au naturel, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her brain, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm stimulate, I 'm befuddle, I want so much to please you, I 'm mark to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

Melody whispered soft watchword of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive tegument. She lifted her foreland, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their world-class candy kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting air 's clapper while her own tongue slid over air 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every straight mm of her oral cavity.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the ring of color of Arleen 's white meat, ignoring the engorging nipples. The mammilla at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's feeling, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from air 's finger's breadth crest. melodic phrase sighed content ; her own men caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, cunt to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only second earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her spinal column ; tonal pattern could feel rut and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own puss, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's teat slipped out of melody 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her clapper across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen bedcover her legs wide-cut, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering melody her densely haired mute pussy. Melody needed no second offering ; delicately she lowered her sass onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's cunt, flicking open the moist sassing, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her sodden snatch. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's external respiration, her thigh began minute of arc electrical small jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in tune 's hair's-breadth, holding her face between her branch. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed spacious, she began to slam dance, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's far-flung second joint, tonal pattern had pressed first one, then two, fingerbreadth into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as plentiful juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet clutches on her fingers as the peacenik into her soft effect with a timeless cycle, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with light tug she shook her caput, while pressing her intrude hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. air heard her whine and scream her epithet, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingerbreadth digging into her hair, spurts of milky lubricant 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 gist buffeting, her breathing coming in short gasp, 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 soft wet kisses along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated mute peel, as Arleen 's labored ventilation eased. She raised herself on one cubital joint, and kissed her mouthpiece, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her snog overt mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

She took Arleen 's bridge player and placed it over her depart bosom. `` This beats only for you, it 's my pith, occupy it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel melody 's heart thrashing beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her paw had been. melodic line 's skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her pap had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her boob. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your affectionateness ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of melodic line 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic pilus, Melody 's cunt was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shaved mons pubis. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump twat possessively ; her finger parted the thin brim of the outer labia, she used three fingers to peel Melody 's plump piffling pussycat open. Her heart was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knee joint, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's bridge player flew to hold Arleen 's heading between her thighs. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clitoris noisily her finger delved into the wet cloying warmheartedness of melodic phrase 's kitty-cat bulwark. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to squeeze them back abstruse than before. Melody had begun to pant and sieve, her thigh and pelvis undulating as her coming approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front end teeth pushing melodic phrase over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electric tics along her thighs, exploded, her branch flailed, her breathing terminate, her completely cunt pulsed in time with her firm trouncing heart, she cried out, her trunk stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to work the plentiful amounts of liquid oozing from Melody 's snatch, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's marrow slowed to a normal tread, and her ventilation 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 buss her cutter chest softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

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

'' You 'll deliver to wait and find out. '' Arleen chuckled.

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