Her xxx arcsecond birthday had been a blast, it lasted three daytime. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if katzenjammer was anything to justice by. Then add she could n't ascertain the underclothing she had worn at the kickoff of her party ; in fact she woke up from her boozy stupor on the level of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too small for her 34C bosom, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the plastered shirt, and someone 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 roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three au naturel hombre were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! fountainhead actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her broad duration sleeping room mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long whiplash that shrouded them, normally making her middle appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arch above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbones were senior high and complimented her eyes. Her grimace was spunk shaped, her olfactory organ was unbowed and slender with peg down nostrils, her mouth was blanket, with sultry sassing, her Kuki 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 bumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy wearing apparel, turned up the hot pee and stood as the almost scalding H2O stung her bare body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twin greyish run she guessed she looked like a racoon. She stood letting the pee soothe her soul for at to the lowest degree fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, some repose full-of-the-moon but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering simple machine had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to wassail all the coffee emollient as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be Isaac Mayer Wise to imbibe her coffee opprobrious, she went about the elaborate task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the java maker still worked ; scalding lightlessness coffee and the handful of Advil she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her centre. Within an hour she was almost subject of intellectual man idea, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her tenacious dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bang ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the hitch. She had spent the last yr touring with singer-songwriter Harry Alice Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every John Roy Major city in north USA, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union prescript he was not able to take his cover up Singer to Europe and would audition for European back up singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was naught 'concrete'on the purview for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final examination coffin nail into her nearly four year family relationship with Tom Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a hebdomad after she left to go on term of enlistment, to fuck her effective champion. They were still together and blissfully felicitous, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked cold black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the lounge with her mail, and later copy of Variety. greenback, credit card statements zilch of interest, no Hi Arleen your long helpless Uncle has named you the simply heir to his multi million dollar bill landed estate, please reach us at 555-1234 .... Blah, 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 spinal column she saw a public square bordered advertizing :

rural area SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED res publica MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian River advertisement. Ah what the hell, she had zero on the horizon, right ? There was aught to loosen. She dug through her closet, finding a written matter the blurb she had printed on her computing device and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreaming she 'd induce it as a headliner, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to second-rater. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tables or taking off your apparel for a living, right ?

On her way to adjoin her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the Post and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little oeuvre over the next few sidereal day singing jangle for under arm deodourant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also talk of some radio employment.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial message. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the tuner 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 brusque and weighty ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her prospect for more work at the radio set station.

The traffic domicile was bumper to bumper her nine class old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, distinctive of any drill nine year old she reckoned. She looked forward to getting family, sprawling out on the sofa and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roomie was doing a short circuit stint as a replacing in a melodious, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her canary and just opened her second beer, and watched while toby fillpot jug Keith took a jibe at Natalie Mains of The South Chicks before telling everybody he was just a turn cadaver, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family unit, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves clean trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white chicken feed, Arleen who normally would give birth let the answering machine selection up the yell, but of course some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the removed and picked up the telephone. '' 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 concluding audition ? Well gladly meet your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return key airline tag waiting for you at the airport. ``

Arleen did not understand and stutter. `` 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 vocalist ? You sent us a promo CD in result to our advert in this month 's change. '' The easygoing spoken woman on the other side of the telephone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and promotional material endorsement while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's correct, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll care to come on up there, I 'm dislodge after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday dayspring, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so aplomb, let me see what I can arrange with the airline, can you give ear on a sec ? ``

Arleen could get wind Thelma Verren 's damp spokesperson even though she held her hand over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after next, its two weeks before we open, its perfective tense, get grip of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday dark flying ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to exchange planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will drive down and touch you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just yield the Westjet forestall your gens and this code RC46732, they 'll deliver your just the ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will get through my agent and see about a work Trachinotus falcatus and what software documentation I 'll need in the mean fourth dimension, I look forward to meeting both you and your babe the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

Carefully Arleen wrote RC46732 on her calendar for the following Friday, and settled down to determine the laurels show.

The two hebdomad went by debauched enough, her agentive role gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and documents she 'd want if she wanted to operate in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her aeroplane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her baggage was in the cargo clench. She was in time to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of vino and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the dead flight of stairs from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the release with the 100 odd passengers, from her flight. A Brigham Young adult female stood to one side with a number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a star sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly sullen hair. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her sassing wide and aphrodisiac, her boobs, beneath a fragile silvery blouse were generous and proud, her interior designer jeans, showed her pattern off extremely well. When Arleen drew nigher she noticed that her expectant center were green and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm tonal pattern Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight of stairs. Can I help you with your clobber, it looks with child. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the backrest seat of tonal pattern 's four wheel driving force SUV and headed out of the airport and along the freeway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten rails, our guild is about three hundred kilometers North of Toronto, in a footling town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last wintertime in a car collapse, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the topographic point up to code. It 'll call for about four hours to get there, would you care to stop and get something to eat ? '' line continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed north. She pointed out assorted landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a springy and animated circuit guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a talkative type, and there were often multiplication of secretiveness, not stilted silence but easy contemplative times when it did n't look essential to verbalize, she enjoyed melodic phrase 's caller. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at melodic phrase who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was secretive to 2:00 AM when the flannel SUV pulled up outside a motel and Melody handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its way eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and enamour some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will promise you around noon to set up the audition. 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.

melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a enceinte bed and people of color TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the closets. It was neat and clean, and far unspoiled than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' line said while walking out the door. For some reason it was an embarrassing import, almost as if there should give birth been more.

Arleen lay awake for a spell, tonal pattern seemed really skillful, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know Melody well. She hoped her sister would be nice too, it would be practiced to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a vacation. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black jeans and a tooled leather swath with an oversized oval Western buckle and a unproblematic White River tee-shirt and slid into a span of take to stitched eminent heeled black western boots that matched her belted ammunition ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred one thousand to the rightfulness was a gas station and a Subway sandwich fund and one hundred M to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and zero else to see for mi but farmer 's field of honor. This had to be a put-on, ok a really expensive put-on, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and small fry and a coffee tree. The young guy who took her order, who 's figure was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard brownness credit card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

She sat down and ate her Warren Burger, and sipped her coffee wondering what the hell on earth 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 example and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her wing electric car guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a wise interlingual rendition 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 John Davis, until the phone rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the hamburger at MacDonald 's that was kind of you. I 'm make anytime. '' She answered.

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

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

The lily-white SUV pulled up outside the motel way after about ten min, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it melodic phrase climbed out Her face flushed. She wore depressed jeans and a pink jersey with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her sizable pectus in Burgundy wine letter. 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 secretiveness and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time melodic line seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossing Arleen saw the mark, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the principal route and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock cliff of a marvelous mountain and on the other English of the route the land sloped down to a boastfully blue lake and the townspeople. The two narration edifice was painted an superposable colour to the cliff. `` We 're here. '' line said unnecessarily.

With tune 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The primer floor was a prominent windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the length of one English, in the center was a serious sized wooden dance floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar sideboard was a diminished stage ; the respite of the tap house had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the noblewoman and gents rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the piece of furniture and equipment was new, and the bulwark smelled of new rouge.

She was surprised to see tonal pattern already standing behind the bar comeback. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her handwriting, and shaking hired man. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically indistinguishable, Thelma was the mirror range of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eye ; Thelma 's heart were perfect putting green, without the halcyon bit. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closemouthed review, Thelma 's boob beneath the garden pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

'' She was right behind me, a mo 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 matter'wearing the same wearing apparel, it confuses the heck out of multitude. The last meter was at first team a few yr ago. I guess we just chose to don the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you set up to try Arleen act as ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you desire bathroom to get too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few phone checks, noting the readings on her mixing display panel, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clip were registering better and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy version of philia 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked green optic. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric, for no reasonableness she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the fender again and ended the set by using her alone endowment for mimicking vocalization to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only if one', that, if the creative person herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony secretiveness from the interview of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide shoulders, heavily muscled blazon and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the figurehead in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant sufficiency of his manhood to wear off 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 melodic line who asked. `` That was amazing Want a beer ? ``

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

'' Canned, bottled or draft ? '' melodic phrase replied.

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

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

Thelma was all commercial enterprise. `` Can you do a six calendar month contract bridge, this summer ? Say from the start of July ? Can we concord to $ 500.00 a dark with three one hour exercise set, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one minute sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six calendar month if we are still glad with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our muscleman, he 's in tutelage of certificate. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is OK, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can verbalize about an extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's pairing agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a employment permit for me. I have the certification and a standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably accept to wait for any resolution. In the average time I can fly back get matter in order back home. If Canadian agency give us the go-ahead I can be here ready to sing William Ashley Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted channel, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as attestator. Thelma and John went off to the agency to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an unenviable muteness. `` Um John is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' Sure I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded haywire to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt light-headed like this since highschool school ...

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 necessary, their finger's breadth touching briefly during the commutation. `` You sing beautifully. '' line complimented her while holding the bottle out to her and gazing into her eyes.

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

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign up you after we heard the first Shania distich song you did, you copied her almost exactly. seed ; let me show you the blank space. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electric, her hand was warm and soft,

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

The upper flooring consisted of a large office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and Saint John were definitely not faxing any text file, they sprang apart, hastily, St. John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the strawman of John the Evangelist 's trouser, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned promising red and stammered, `` I can bear witness 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 animation space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chrome stand. An expensive Negroid faced stereo system and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big CRT screen blood plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and toilet were neat and functional. 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 take on ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her handwriting go.

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

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

'' I was thinking of a refreshing salad followed by sorbet ice emollient. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily Warren Earl Burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really thirsty. ``

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

'' Oh no its mulct, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll take aim it down to the bar, and bring the two love razz down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the habitue dip by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any signified. ``

tune went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a slight bedevil, went back downstairs to find more than than a few masses had entered as had two pretty server, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs Tavern jersey. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring snap of Bourbon, Vodka and all variety of sprightliness as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between mesa with a tray total of feeding bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That specific song always made her experience kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mood by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the wickedness'. She followed it with juice Newton 's 'Angel of the first light'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric car cowcatcher and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost good, the gang was not limited to the youth multiplication, Arleen saw a couples in their XXX and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed cat in their 20.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summertime, so ya'all terpsichore, listen, toast up and have a keen time. I do n't mind asking so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and privy the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her hound a second before picking the Spanish showtime to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel Golden State, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside tonal pattern and antonym Thelma and bathroom. `` 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 password to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and thrill 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 shiny red and started paying a great raft of attention to her salad.

When the meal 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 obligation as bouncer, as the sponsor got a niggling rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more host were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quietly, sporadic fit of conversation, followed by silence filled with hope and yet not a comfortable quiet either, both girls realized something was unawares. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved body politic music. melodic phrase loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a moult, and a million early short things masses having a pair of drink tell each other without getting bogged down with personal buck private facts.

They drank a few More beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out topical anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the topical anaesthetic drug dealers were, the local street girl, and trophy wives, who spent the summertime in their huge expensive cottage on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and acrobatic local stud while their married man worked in the city.

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

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

Mornings comes early in central Lake Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of melody 's sitting room. The door to line 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the lav. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her look and used her finger to glance over her farseeing dark hair into some semblance of normalcy.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see john sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the scent of stale booze she smelled burnt umber, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her penchant with cream and wampum. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, `` Do n't call back badly of Mel, she just is n't a toper, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can wassail me under the tabular array any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the stage business genius, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did better 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 hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

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

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summertime, so certainly, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can bequeath your equipment here if you like I 'm surely Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to drag it back out here in a few days again. ``

John led the way to his pick-me-up, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh wearing apparel before he drove her to the airport. The movement to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was sword lily when St. John the Apostle dropped her off at the pole and she walked into the going lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hr early.

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

'' Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a serious prison term ? I hope you had a well flight back. ``

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

There was a brief silence on the other end, before tune continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't hold open you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had second thoughts. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm dismal about Saturday Nox, I guess I got carried away a piddling, I 'm really blue. '' Melody apologized softly.

'' Its okay Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big mountain. You should have been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

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

'' I love your figure, it really case you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it gruelling to say the right on 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 room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth closing curtain to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out meddlesome than she expected, but she managed during the day to get handgrip of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's join and tell apart them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian piece of work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few job but their respective musician join worked well with one and former as did their custom and immigration section. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the expect fee for the oeuvre permit, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any tear or owing criminal imprimatur. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sealed, except for a few paid traffic infraction, her malefactor record was clean. She was told that her Trachinotus falcatus should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to fawn into bed early. She could try Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, future door, on a screaky bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' howdy ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

'' So what do ya want ? '' Melody asked, her tone accusatory

.

'' Me ? What do I desire ? You called me think back. '' Arleen said exasperatedly

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

She was subdued for a moment, and Arleen could figure her grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you need my private number ? '' Melody asked.

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

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

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

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

'' 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 future day at the wireless post was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the slimed art music director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became mavin at slipping yesteryear before he could slither any closemouthed. Most of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was less than perfective, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen sentence, Arleen was just about to let him accept it, when the odious toad, thanked her benevolent and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove household, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper dealings, she was really pleased to make it household, the phonograph needle of the heat energy caliber, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their letter box, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her room access. I was a card. On the forepart was a cartoon goof holding its wings behind its rear, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the scorecard, the same goose had opened its wings spacious the 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 speech sound ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't accept an suffice automobile I picked up, it might let been important. Yeah lady friend ! Some Melody skirt who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up compass north for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, life-threatening lesbo legal action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could get played rug muncher together, when the guys are out of Ithiel Town ? '' She snickered.

'' piece of ass off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the card to her chest and stormed past her and slammed her sleeping room door.

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the board. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's tonus. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an disbursement, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

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

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

Arlene threw the telephone at the doorway. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as tears began to hang, for some unknown reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knee joint and sobbed softly.

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

Arleen shook her top dog, still sobbing. `` I dunno, I just dunno. ``

Shelly sat adjacent to her and stroked her long dark pilus. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Tom Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno Shell, I just dunno I am so garbled right now, just let me kip, ok ? '' she asked her friend softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, null can convert our friendship, we 've done some crazy matter together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talking, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to find it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your felicity. Do n't decry yourself, others will do it for you no subject which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the telephone back on its courser next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

one-half an 60 minutes later Arleen was still on her back, her oculus red and sore, the phone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

'' No its not, I 'm really good-for-nothing, delight do n't cry. '' melody pleaded.

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' promise ? ``

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

'' Night-night melodic phrase. '' As Arleen put down the speech sound, big motherfucker burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to bear on and arrest, being tongue-tied in Melody 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked jet eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange aching she had now that they were apart. The wit and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

'' shit right I am ! holy place 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 Shell, I 'll be fine, good. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the Lapplander, if not get the hell on earth outta there, total home, and we 'll observe 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 sister, as she slept, her dead body coiled in the fetal position.

The be day went pretty a great deal the Same as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some burger join, the art director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the chaw on the production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to throw it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her phone ring, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' tonal pattern ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her broker greeted her. `` I have well news ! I have your piece of work permit, and all your documents, for your stoppage in Canada. Do you need me to stake them to you, or do you want to bring in them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not glad with your body of work, and he 's abandoning the project. ruth that could accept been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my tit, he can keep back his regular gig, I want nil Thomas More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll bar by tomorrow and pick 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 bureau, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at receipt, just asks my escritoire. cause a good clip in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her psyche was made up, quickly she dialed, and the earpiece was answered on the kickoff ring. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My piece of work permit and visa are set up ; do you require me to descend up early ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this bull, ok ? I do n't understand whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't subsist, maybe I 've got it all ill-timed, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find oneself yourself a new singer for your order, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a sapphic ; the only char I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to reassert that I 'm right or wrong. '' Arleen took a late breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell apart me you need your Sister 's approval. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to eff more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the first night I met you. You say you are n't a sapphic, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have tactile sensation for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me love. I did n't intend for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love life 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 work. I am ringing off now. holler me when you 've had time to intend. ``

There was secrecy, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her handwriting. Even though it was n't dark outside yet, she crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must feature been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey girl, get some apparel on, I 've brought household, some caller. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder joint ; she had brought habitation two guys, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a light touch through her pilus, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some gargle, and joined her room mate and the two guys, in the posing room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own entree an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent most of the metre, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the eve progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his XXX, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to lose. He leaned across Arleen, letting his manus wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's deal wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guy rope many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Saami guy ,'or swapping men after a few time of day together, but tonight, all she could consider of was a inadequate curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pant made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his helping hand from between her wooden leg. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am sorry, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go join Shelly and um, what 's his name ? Um.. Barry, I 'm 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 elbow 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 third annulus. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' tonal pattern 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 sentence 's your flying ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough fourth dimension to think this through ? I do n't want you to hie 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. '' melodic line 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 sleep together to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could conceive of something smart to say.

'' Ok, what sentence 's your flight of steps ? ``

'' I 'll let you roll in the hay as soon as I 've got one. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's identification number, and made arrangements for the former flight of steps to Toronto, in the dawning paying for it on her Visa.

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

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

There was silence, melodic line caved first. `` So tell me, what fourth dimension 's the trajectory ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't commence 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 speech sound went perfectly, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at to the lowest degree an time of day for her to settle her affair, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer dungaree and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her crop waistline with the big oval warp. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were at rest beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a light bill thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's speech sound number as her touch number.

The woodworking plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped seat alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first individual off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the depot, arriving just as her baggage began its interminable tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the expiration with the 100 odd rider, from her flight of stairs. A Loretta Young woman stood to one side with a number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenty dollar bill with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark haircloth. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were split in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most recherche eyes she had ever seen. She was so agitate she wanted to run and touch her, make her osculation her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a family relationship, the signaling was dropped hastily, as were the duo of matching suitcases. Both missy melted into one and early, their arms folding and touching each early 's cutis and fuzz, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a way'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's oculus. Melody was the first to speak. `` cum, we need to get your bagful sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS berth in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a stupor, and blithely followed as tonal pattern handed over her luggage to the courier Robert William Service giving educational activity, to overnight them to the club 's reference in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car ballpark. Instead of the bland white SUV, line had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was cypher girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

tonal pattern fastened a wide-cut faced helmet that was superposable in colour of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's crown, cocked her leg over and straddled the tail, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a articulated lorry shock Arleen climbed behind melody. With a tatty holla, the big engine under the girls volley into life, with a billow Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the enceinte motorcycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her hands clasped around her waist.

posing behind Melody Arleen could find the silky baron of the motor every meter line, accelerated, The helmets had a radio nexus, they spoke silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her helping hand tighter around tune 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulder. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel fanfare by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody piloted the bike to a stop in front of the tap house. Biking up had taken half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the cycle onto its main point of view, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

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

Melody blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to lavish and settle in, I 'll lease her upstairs. You can chit-chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the bridge player and leading her up the stairs.

They entered line 's apartment hand in handwriting, tonal pattern guided her into the bedchamber. `` We can shower down later, I need you, now. '' Gently strain led her to the bed. She knelt, her unassailable handwriting pulled off Arleen 's iron heel, and nimble finger unclasped her whang. strain pulled off Arleen 's jean and step-in together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her silken blouse over her head, and sat bare before her.

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

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked eye, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not frigid, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm confused, I want so much to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll sleep with up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

Melody whispered soft words of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive tegument. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each early 's heart, like their get-go osculation at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting line 's tongue while her own clapper slid over Melody 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square up millimeter of her mouth.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's knocker, ignoring the engorging nipples. The pap at first contracted, then hardened to line 's touching, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's digit tips. tune sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussycat to pussy. strain lowered her face to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her digit had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could sense heating plant and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own cunt, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's tit slipped out of Melody 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her peg wide of the mark, and driving force upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering air her densely haired damp snatch. air needed no second offer ; delicately she lowered her lip onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her spit probed Arleen 's incision, flicking open the moist lip, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvic arch upward, mashing Melody 's look into her soppy slit. melodic line sensed the variety in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began min electrical little jerky, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hand were in melody 's hair, holding her face between her pegleg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her genu up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, melodic phrase had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet wall slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet travelling bag on her fingerbreadth as the dove into her easy Congress of Racial Equality with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with inadequate jerks she shook her oral sex, while pressing her horn in severe, swiping and squishing Arleen 's button against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. melodic phrase heard her whine and scream her name, before, the rigidifying in sexual climax, her finger's breadth digging into her haircloth, spurt of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a tertiary, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart hammering, her breathing coming in unretentive 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 buss along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated mute peel, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss afford mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, impart me your deal. ``

She took Arleen 's handwriting and placed it over her left breast. `` This beats only for you, it 's my pump, take it, stay fresh it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could finger Melody 's marrow whacking beneath her manus, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her helping hand had been. line 's skin was easygoing and house, her breasts were big, far giving than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery brownness ; her ventilation had altered as Arleen had kissed her chest. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your affection ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her script down to the moist conjunction of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, strain 's pussy was plump, completely politic and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over air 's shave Monday. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger's breadth parted the sparse rim of the outer labia, she used three finger's breadth to pare Melody 's plump piffling pussycat open. Her core group was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her genu, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect small clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented suspiration. She lowered her face her mouth pursed around Arleen 's clitoris, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melody 's hands flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thigh. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clit noisily her fingerbreadth delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody 's pussy walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deep than before. Melody had begun to gasp and strain, her thighs and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front line tooth pushing melody over the edge, her coming which had begun as flyspeck electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing discontinue, her whole snatch pulsed in time with her profligate drubbing center, she cried out, her consistence stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the rich amounts of liquidness oozing from line 's puss, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing ointment, as Arleen 's meat slowed to a convention 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 pinnace breast 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 delight me, I hope I did please you, 'cus I love you Melody, with all my heart, I 'm just so happy right field now. ``

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

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

Melody chuckled. `` I ca n't hold off to find oneself out. ''