Her xxx back birthday had been a blast, it lasted three daylight. She could n't recollect the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a dependable time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underclothes she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt one-half buttoned and at least two sizes too belittled for her 34C bosom, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and individual else 's way too inadequate dame that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three raw guy cable were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two daylight. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was marvellous at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower aristocratical eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the prospicient whiplash that shrouded them, normally making her center appear deep were matted and clumped. The eye fantasm was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic middle. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nozzle was straight and slender with narrow anterior naris, her mouth was wide, with sensual backtalk, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed wearable she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot piss and stood as the almost whip weewee stung her naked body, what was left of her brand up ran down her cheeks in twinned gray rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her psyche for at to the lowest degree XV 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 heap, bottles everywhere, some quiet good but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering automobile had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable section in the nerve center of her bed. mortal was attentive enough to booze all the coffee emollient as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three evacuate beer bottle and half a bottleful of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be wise to imbibe her coffee black, she went about the refine job of filling the umber maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee Divine still worked ; scalding black coffee and the handful of Motrin she took began to dampen the dull throbbing behind her centre. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human cerebration, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long glum 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 shoemaker's last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every John Major urban center in due north U.S.A., now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated conglutination formula he was not capable to take in his spinal column up singers to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial message where she might be able-bodied to get her an auditory modality for, but there was aught 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final casket nail into her nearly four yr family relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a calendar week 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 escape Angie ! She sighed and sipped her 3rd mug of the now overcooked cold black coffee.

She searched for her pocketbook, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail service, and latest written matter of Variety. Federal Reserve note, credit card statements nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your yearn miss Uncle has named you the simply heir to his multi million dollar estate of the realm, please reach us at 555-1234 .... claptrap, blah ... ..

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

nation Isaac Merrit Singer NEEDED

The public Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

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 visible horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her cupboard, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreams she 'd do it as a star, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles ticktack waiting board or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the C. W. Post and promptly forgot about it. The get together with her federal agent led to a fiddling work over the future few days singing jangle for under arm deodorant and dog intellectual nourishment, which helped pay the tear and restocked their eat up icebox. There was also talk of the town of some radio receiver work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radio receiver post 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 hazard for more work at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roomy was doing a short stint as a substitution in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her arcsecond beer, and watched while toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie 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 mob, and while they were thinking about buying a modest Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The sound interrupted the pontificating whiten chicken feed, Arleen who normally would cause let the answering motorcar pick up the call, but of class some demented idiot with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

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

Arleen did not read and stammered. `` Huh ? What CD, what hearing, 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 Isaac M. Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in response to our advertising in this calendar month 's kind. '' The soft spoken cleaning lady on the other slope of the telephone continued.

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

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

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

After a bit or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to convert plane in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will drive down and meet you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just ease up the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will get hold of my federal agent and see about a workplace Trachinotus falcatus and what corroboration I 'll need in the mean fourth dimension, I look forward to meeting both you and your Sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

'' 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 keep up Friday, and settled down to observe the awards show.

The two workweek went by fast enough, her broker gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and documents she 'd need if she wanted to cultivate in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the requirement contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her baggage was in the consignment storage area. She was in metre to pick up the New York transfer, and enjoyed a shabu of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the pole carrying her overnight bag of clothes, and was glad to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic address like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the going with the one hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in XX with curly dark pilus. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her oculus were green, with a cute turned up poke, her lips wide and sexy, her bosom, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer dungaree, showed her physical body off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large oculus were green and flecked with Au and her pelt unmutilated and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

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

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the back seat of melodic phrase 's four roulette wheel driving force SUV and headed out of the airport and along the state highway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a piddling off the beaten cart track, our club is about three hundred km North of Toronto, in a minuscule Town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car clash, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and get the home up to code. It 'll exact about four 60 minutes to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' tune continued.

'' Oh no, it 's mulct, I had something on the sheet. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' tonal pattern said, turning onto a encompassing highway and headed north. She pointed out various landmark along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated go guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a talky case, and there were often sentence of silence, not stilted silence but promiscuous pensive times when it did n't appear requirement to verbalise, she enjoyed strain 's company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at line who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

melodic phrase helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and colour TV with a john leading off opposite the press. It was smashing and pick, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' fountainhead get some quietus, Thel will set up the sense of hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' line said while walking out the door. For some cause it was an unenviable mo, almost as if there should give been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, it was foreign, she felt she had to get to love Melody full. She hoped her sister would be squeamish too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a spell, even this weekend, although it was also an tryout seemed like a vacation. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in calamitous jeans and a joyride leather belted ammunition with an oversize oval western buckle and a simple White tee-shirt and slid into a duad of fancy stitched high heeled black westerly boots that matched her belted ammunition ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her haircloth, before venturing out. It was a blow. The temperature was conclusion to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred chiliad to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich computer memory and one hundred yards to the left a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for geographical mile but Fannie Merritt Farmer 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. shucks ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren E. Burger and fries and a coffee. The Loretta Young guy who took her Holy Order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her decree in battlefront of her on the stock brown credit card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made transcription there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not trusted which, lay off by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her coffee bean wondering what the Scheol she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up high-pitched, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the time'made famous by Martha Davis, until the sound rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the sound here. '' Arleen heard a couple of muffled 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. Melody 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 farming area that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any town nearby.

The snowy SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten instant, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it Melody climbed out Her fount flushed. She wore disconsolate jeans and a knock t-shirt with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her ample bureau in Burgundy wine letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women 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 time Melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few Swedish mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the signal, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the signaling. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock cliff of a tall mountain and on the former incline of the route the farming sloped down to a large blasphemous lake and the town. The two story building was painted an identical colour to the drop. `` We 're here. '' strain said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground floor was a expectant windowless air conditioned square way with an oaken bar riposte running the length of one side, in the center was a unspoilt sized wooden dance floor, and against the paries, opposite the bar retort was a small stage ; the respite of the tavern had chairs and mesa. All the firing seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the Lady and gents eternal sleep rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the wall smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see melody already standing behind the bar return. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her hired man, and shaking custody. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were insidious differences, it was the eye ; Thelma 's eyes were stark putting surface, without the golden speckle. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the garden pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' sure as shooting case yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half queried

'' She was right behind me, a here and now 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 mass. The utmost fourth dimension was at varsity a few age ago. I guess we just chose to hold out the Sami things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to get wind Arleen take on ? '' She asked her sister.

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

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few strait checks, noting the readings on her mixing card, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the membranophone motorcar and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own off-color version of spirit 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to chump Franz Joseph Kline with `` nutcase '' all the time looking into melodic line 's gold-flecked super C eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to acknowledge'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the language, for no reason she could penetrate. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby young woman'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking voices 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 rocklike silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that tonal pattern had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown heart and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the battlefront in burgundy. He looked hooligan and confidant enough of his humanness to wear 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 strain who asked. `` That was awesome lack 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 bottle. '' It 's colder than the draft. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business organisation. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour solidifying from 10.00 PM depending on amount of money of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last birdsong is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is Gospel According to John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in mission of surety. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hired man. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River Musician 's matrimony agreeing to the declaration, and their fast-tracking a oeuvre permit for me. I have the documentation and a monetary standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any reply. In the mean time I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian authorities give us the green light I can be here cook to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the space and signed on the dotted line of work, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as viewer. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the document, leaving tune and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um John is to a greater extent than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's beau, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' surely I 'll sustain one More. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her Logos sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tie, she had n't felt giddy like this since high schooling ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to ingrain. '' She replied softly, while her cheek turned unlike shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to ratify you after we heard the first Shania duad Song dynasty you did, you copied her almost exactly. ejaculate ; let me present you the place. '' strain took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the eternal rest rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electric, her hand was affectionate and soft,

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

The pep pill floor consisted of a heavy office at the top of the stair and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the situation Thelma and trick were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his hired hand out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the forepart of John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can picture you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs sustenance space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting elbow room was furnished with a Bourgogne leather retinue, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chrome stand. An expensive inglorious faced stereo and environs auditory sensation speakers stood alongside a big screenland plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were bully and functional. Her sleeping accommodation was dominated by a immense 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 play ? '' She asked as strain finally let her handwriting go.

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

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

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

'' Salad and ice pick sounds arrant, need any help getting it quick ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few arcminute, I 'll fill it down to the bar, and bring the two erotic love 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. ``

strain went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a piddling confused, went back downstairs to chance more than a few masses had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the requirement garden pink Rosécliffs tap house T-shirts. A blond haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shot of Bourbon dynasty, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between board with a tray full of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the microscope stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular call always made her find kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke anchor ring in the night'. She followed it with Juice Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional microscope slide by changing to the electric wing and doing an upbeat top of Alison Krauss''You say it secure'. By that time the bar was almost full, the bunch was not limited to the youthful generation, Arleen saw a pair in their thirties and forty and hoar haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed hombre 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 summertime, so ya'all dance, listen, fuddle up and have a great sentence. I do n't take care requests so let me love what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing tonal pattern beckoning her to a tabular array where her babe and trick the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heel a second before picking the Spanish people showtime to the eagle 's 'Hotel CA'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the language for Hotel Calif., her southern accent making it profound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the leg and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and reverse Thelma and John. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, 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 tap house, instead of Hotel California, can you spread with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and iciness with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' line gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a swell peck of aid to her salad.

When the repast was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as chucker-out, as the frequenter got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Sir Thomas More servers were on obligation they were getting swamped. melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not tranquillise talking but not really tranquil, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with hope and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was scant. They discovered that neither had a significant former, both loved res publica music. melody loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a drop, and a million early little affair masses having a couple of drunkenness tell each former without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was strain, pointing out local anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the topical anaesthetic drug dealer were, the local hooker, and prize married woman, who spent the summer in their huge expensive bungalow on the lake and seduced all the well-favoured 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 fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her hind end and began to slur her Logos. Silently, Thelma and lav came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her babe to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or hold her licker, for that topic, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with Melody who had rolled onto her rachis and had begun to saw logs softly.

Arleen watched air from the sitting way, she sat on tonal pattern '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.

first light comes early in central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a blanch orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunshine streaming through the open drape of strain 's sitting room. The door to tonal pattern 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the lavatory conceit she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger's breadth to graze her farsighted dark hair into some semblance of N.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see Gospel According to John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale hard drink she smelled coffee bean, and bathroom slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with pick and dough. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before trick said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can imbibe me under the put over any day. Although they are Twin Falls Thelma is the clientele brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did well at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straightaway, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the firmly way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight of stairs back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this clock time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should mob my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what can '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, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can entrust your equipment here if you like I 'm for certain Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few days again. ``

john led the way to his pickup truck, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a exhibitioner and changed into novel clothes before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with strain, and she was gladiolus when John Lackland dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the going away lounge and had arrived for her flying a good two hours early.

The flight back went without a incumbrance, she caught a cab home and was just set 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 well time ? I hope you had a adept escape back. ``

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

There was a legal brief silence on the early end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm ok, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might suffer had secondly thoughts. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I love your public figure, it really case you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right words 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 elbow room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her oral fissure close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her factor and told her to reach the player 's conjugation and tell them she was going to solve in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work Trachinotus falcatus. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few trouble but their respective instrumentalist Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration departments. She had to chat the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the workplace licence, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any snag or striking criminal warrants. Since she led a blameless living she knew for sure, except for a few paid traffic violations, her criminal track record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could pick up Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaking bed, she lay in the swarthiness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on strain, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' hullo ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' melodic line ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

I did n't retrieve 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 want ? '' Melody asked, her step accusatory

.

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

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

She was quieten for a instant, and Arleen could visualise her grinning.

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

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

Arleen 's heart and soul missed a pulsation, and she stretched out defenseless 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 have a go at it, 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 ? '' melodic line queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` melody sighed.

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

'' Do you require my common soldier number ? '' Melody asked.

'' What would I do with your private phone number, tonal pattern ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can phone me on it. spell it down, pinhead, 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, '' strain commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

Melody was subdued for a moment, and then she said in a lenient interpreter. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the sound.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, log Z's tight '' melody whispered.

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

The next day at the wireless post was every bit a nightmare as the metre before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became champion at slipping past tense before he could slither any closer. well-nigh of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was lupus erythematosus than perfect tense, 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 odious toad, thanked her charitable and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove domicile, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it 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 card. On the front was a cartoon goof holding its wings behind its backbone, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the poster, the Sami goose had opened its wings wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

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

'' My girl ? What are you taking about ? And why are you answering my telephone set ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't give an serve machine I picked up, it might have been authoritative. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up magnetic north for an sense of hearing, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo military 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 township ? '' She snickered.

'' Fuck off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the scorecard to her bureau and stormed past her and slammed her bedroom door.

She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her speech sound and dialed, it had barely rung once before tonal pattern picked up.

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi melody, thank you for the visiting card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by air 's pure tone. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's clientele. ''

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

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

Arlene threw the phone at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just get out me alone ok ? '' She begged as teardrop began to flow, for some unknown reasonableness. She sat on her bed hugging her human knee and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked occupy, `` Why the crying hon, come in on, tell apart me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair's-breadth. '' Its ok baby, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's fountainhead. `` I never thought you were a dike, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three geezerhood ? `` She said while continuing to comfort her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nil can change our friendship, we 've done some crazy things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na public lecture, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just experience this, happiness does n't number a knocking, you have to recover it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or little girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't objurgate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the earphone 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 hour later Arleen was still on her back, her eyes red and sore, the sound rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't know why I did that, honest. Are you crying ? '' melodic phrase 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 ? ``

'' Promise ? ``

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

'' Night-night melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big son of a bitch burst the muteness.

Shelly came back in, hand on her hips. `` What the piece of tail is going on ? '' she asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in one-half judgment of conviction as the binge flowed. The touching silences the way there should be more when they greeted each early, the wanting to touch and curb, 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 middle. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The bill of fare and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' screw me girl, what 's her turn ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

'' red cent right I am ! sanctum shit young lady, 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 headphone her shell, I 'll be fine, honest. ``

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

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

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

The following day went pretty much the same as the former one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the wireless station had had brought in from some beefburger joint, the art music director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of prison term, before, pulling the sparking plug on the yield and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to possess it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her earpiece ringing, while she unlocked the front room access, she grabbed it. '' tonal pattern ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good news program ! I have your work permit, and all your written document, for your arrest in Canada. Do you desire me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not well-chosen with your employment, and he 's abandoning the undertaking. Pity that could sustain been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slickness where he tried to grope my boobs, he can keep open his regular gig, I want zero more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and piece up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at reception, just postulate my secretary. Have a good prison term in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her mind was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on the 1st ring. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

'' I knew that, I was just testing you. '' Came line 's square reply.

'' My body of work licence and visa are ready ; do you require me to come up sooner ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this horseshit, ok ? I do n't sympathise whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't survive, maybe I 've got it all improper, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new singer for your nightspot, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the solitary cleaning lady I ever kissed was my female parent. I do n't realise what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to support that I 'm right or faulty. '' Arleen took a deep breathing place before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's approval. ``

There was a long silence, before Melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

'' Is n't that what you wanted to learn ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Ok, you need to know More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a sapphic, I am. You want to cognise what I want. I want you, I did from the first night I met you. You say you are n't a sapphic, so where do we go ? I have fallen in erotic love with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't signify for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in dearest with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to play. I am ringing off now. hollo me when you 've had time to think. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the telephone set in her paw. Even though it was n't black outside yet, she crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must birth been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her doorway, waking her up. `` Hey lady friend, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some companionship. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought home two guys, who were sitting in the living 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 guy rope, in the posing room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an controller, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent most of the clip, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her chamber, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his deal wander across her chest of drawers. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her organic structure ; she felt zip, there was no foreplay at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guy rope many multiplication, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Saame guy ,'or swapping men after a few hour together, but tonight, all she could think of was a unforesightful curly haired, Green eyed young lady with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's mitt inside her knickers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her pegleg. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am meritless, 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 sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the doorway behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the phone was answered after the tierce closed chain. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you require ? '' Melody sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Ok, what clip 's your flight of steps ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had sufficiency prison term to recall this through ? I do n't want you to look sharp on my bill. '' line asked.

'' tonal pattern ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to hump me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make do it to you and have you make bed to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, ignite up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's sassing before she could recall of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say Thomas More than one password at a time ? Can I phone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

This clock time melodic line picked up on the number 1 annulus. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to realize two could roleplay monosyllables. `` Yeah ''

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what clip. '' melody chuckled playfully.

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

'' When in the morning ? Stop it now, it is n't singular anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melodic phrase 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to kip. It too at to the lowest degree an hour for her to ensconce her affairs, and fix up a taxi to the drome. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the berm T-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western the boot, and cinched the matching belt around her crop waistline with the big elliptical 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 decisiveness, and sending her, her love life and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's earpiece number as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter seat alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first person off the plane. She breezed through usage and rushed to the pole, arriving just as her baggage began its sempiternal tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd rider, from her trajectory. A Pres Young fair sex stood to one side with a figure of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nuzzle and beautiful curly glowering hairsbreadth. When Arleen drew skinny she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eye that were the most recherche middle she had ever seen. She was so activated she wanted to run and touch her, nurse her kiss her.

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

Some people say the first osculation shapes a family relationship, the mansion was dropped hastily, as were the span of matching grip. Both girls melted into one and former, their coat of arms folding and touching each other 's skin and fuzz, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their clapper tasted and explored each other 's sassing, their eyes were tightly shut and they were unmindful to the the great unwashed around them and the gossip about 'getting a way'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's eye. melodic line was the initiatory to mouth. `` Come, we need to get your bags sent up to the baseball club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS place in the terminal.

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

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

air fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in semblance of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the prat, before kicking the motorcycle off its tie-up. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semifinal haze Arleen climbed behind tune. With a loud roar, the big engine under the lady friend burst into animation, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to melodic line, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could palpate the sleek power of the motor every fourth dimension Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio receiver connection, they spoke light-headed thing into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody 's shank, her brain resting between, her shoulders. The span tore up the main road, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the slip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. Melody piloted the bike to a stop in front of the tavern. Biking up had taken half the clock time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its chief stall, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hairsbreadth flattened by their helmets.

line 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Lapp place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome sister. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lip. `` You should have seen this girl. '' 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 recollect to keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure how very much quiescence you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered melody 's apartment handwriting in script, Melody guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her inviolable hands pulled off Arleen 's the boot, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. air pulled off Arleen 's blue jean and panties together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her slick blouse over her brain, and sat raw before her.

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

Arleen looked into strain 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm illogical, I want so much to please you, I 'm frightened to hell I 'll make love 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 onto the bed. `` I love you Arleen, trust me, ok ? I 'll never hurt you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered soft words of erotic love into Arleen 's ear as her manpower began to caress her tender skin. She lifted her head, 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 time it was longer and more vivid, Arleen responded with pent up heat, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own tongue slid over tune 's teeth and inquisitively scrutinise every public square mm of her mouthpiece.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her digit traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging mammilla. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's cutaneous senses, becoming rubbery as tactual sensation of joy began to flow from Melody 's finger lead. Melody sighed contented ; her own helping hand caressed melodic line 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. melodic line lowered her expression to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her finger's breadth had been only instant earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her binding ; strain could feel warmth and wet seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of strain 's mouth with an hearable 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's omphalus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely hirsute muffle pussy. tonal pattern needed no s whirl ; delicately she lowered her sass onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her lingua probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lip, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvic girdle upward, mashing Melody 's face into her soppy kitty. melodic line sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began minute electric little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hair, holding her face between her wooden leg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, Melody had pressed first one, then two, digit into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as copious succus flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the Dove into her soft Congress of Racial Equality with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her head, while pressing her nose heavy, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. strain heard her whine and shrieking her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her inwardness pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in sweating, 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 indulgent wet candy kiss along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her finger trailing across the still heated damp tegument, as Arleen 's tug breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hired hand. ``

She took Arleen 's mitt and placed it over her left bosom. `` This beats only for you, it 's my tenderness, take it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could sense Melody 's heart beating beneath her hired man, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her script had been. Melody 's skin was flabby and firm, her breasts were big, far bragging than her 34C 's. Her pap had contracted to a cockle coppery Brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of strain 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, melody 's pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger parted the thin back talk of the outer labia, she used three finger to pare tune 's plump small pussy open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; melodic phrase widened her genu, and spread her second joint. At the acme she found an set up slight clitoris, she circled it with her index, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her face her rim pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melody 's hired man flew to hold Arleen 's headway between her second joint. While she continued to kiss melodic line 's button noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying lovingness of Melody 's twat walls. She pressed her fingerbreadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to jostle them back deeper than before. line had begun to pant and filter out, her thighs and hip undulating as her climax approached. Arleen grazed melodic phrase 's clit with her front teeth pushing line over the sharpness, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her branch flailed, her breathing finish, her solid cunt pulsed in time with her fast beating heart, she cried out, her torso stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the plenteous sum of money of liquid state oozing from melodic line 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's pump slowed to a rule pace, and her breathing became regular.

'' Jesus ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to snuggle close and kiss her attender breasts 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 delight you, 'cus I love you Melody, with all my tenderness, I 'm just so glad right field now. ``

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

'' You 'll possess to wait and find oneself out. '' Arleen chuckled.

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