Her thirty second natal day had been a blast, it lasted three days. She could n't retrieve the go twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a in effect time, if katzenjammer was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her sottish stupor on the floor of her bedchamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt one-half buttoned and at least two sizes too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and person else 's way too brusque skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothing at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three bare guy were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the company too.

She was XXX two ! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her broad duration chamber mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her Uvularia grandiflora downhearted eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the recollective lashes that shrouded them, normally making her optic appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadower was smudged and her supercilium had been plucked to thinnish arch above her puzzling eyes. Her cheekbones were high-pitched and complimented her eyes. Her look was spunk shaped, her nose was straight and slender with contract anterior naris, her backtalk was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was astute but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn mightily ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bath and managed to trip into the exhibitor without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scald piss stung her naked torso, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her nerve in twin grey rill she guessed she looked like a racoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at to the lowest degree fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied scoop, 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, feeding bottle everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. somebody was attentive enough to drink all the coffee bean cream as well as the Milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it scanty except for three empty-bellied beer bottles and half a feeding bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be Stephen Samuel Wise to drink her deep brown blackamoor, she went about the complicated task of filling the chocolate Lord and switching it on.

Thank God the deep brown maker still worked ; scalding pitch blackness burnt umber and the handful of Advil she took began to damp the dull throb behind her middle. Within an hour she was almost up to of rational human being sentiment, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her prospicient dark-skinned hairsbreadth.

It had been more than a natal day bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Lady Emma Hamilton as one of his rachis up singers. They had toured every John Major city in North USA, now he was headed to EC, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to learn his back up Isaac Bashevis Singer to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her broker had mentioned some commercial where she might be able-bodied to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the skyline for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to hump her best Quaker. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd pretermit Angie ! She sighed and sipped her tertiary mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her pocketbook, and found it stuffed behind the lounge with her chain armor, and latest copy of Variety. flyer, deferred payment carte du jour argument nothing of sake, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please get hold of us at 555-1234 .... claptrap, blah ... ..

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

area Singer NEEDED

The humanity Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED nation MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after auditory sense

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

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

On her way to receive 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 work over the next few sidereal day singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also talk of some radio work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial message. It turned out to be a gripe of a day, the radio set station for which she was doing a jingle had a frenzied art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short-change and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to continue him away without ruining her chances for more work at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a shortstop stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her tennis shoe and just opened her second base beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a shot at Natalie Mains of The Confederate States Chicks before telling everybody he was just a shape clay, 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 syndicate, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating egg white trash, Arleen who normally would get let the answering auto pick up the call, but of class some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-and-dumb person on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Neil 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 make out up to Ontario Canada for a final audition ? Well gladly run into your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a yield air hose slate waiting for you at the aerodrome. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Neil Armstrong the rural area vocaliser ? You sent us a promo CD in solvent to our advertising in this month 's change. '' The voiced spoken woman on the other incline of the earpiece continued.

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

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

Arleen could get word Thelma Verren 's repress voice even though she held her hand over the speech sound. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after next, its two week before we open, its perfect, get hold of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a mo or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri nighttime flight ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New House of York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My Sister will push down and touch you at the airdrome. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet anticipate your name and this computer code RC46732, they 'll have your slate, transfers and hooey, is that ok ? ``

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

'' We look forward to get together 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 look on the awards show.

The two calendar week went by degenerate enough, her Agent gave her info about working in Canada and gave her some class and text file she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for More than three months, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Fri her planing machine was rolling along the rails. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the cargo hold. She was in time to trip up the New York carry-over, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly fix sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight 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 luggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer display panel and amp and wandered along to the exit with the one hundred odd rider, from her escape. A young woman stood to one side with a telephone number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Neil Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly glum hair. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her middle were dark-green, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and sexy, her dummy, beneath a melt off silvery blouse were generous and majestic, her designer dungaree, showed her soma off extremely well. When Arleen drew dear she noticed that her large centre were dark-green and flecked with amber and her tegument unblemished 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 assist you with your stuff, it looks sound. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the dorsum seat of Melody 's four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the drome and along the freeway, making small lecture. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' tune asked.

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

'' Well we 're a lilliputian off the beaten path, our baseball club is about three hundred km North of Toronto, in a lilliputian townsfolk called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died finally wintertime in a car clank, Thel and I have spent virtually of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll take about four hours to get there, would you wish to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' melody said, turning onto a wide-cut highway and headed N. She pointed out various watershed along the way, Arleen found her to be a rattling and animated term of enlistment guide. strain, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted muteness but well-situated reflective fourth dimension when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody 's fellowship. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was secretive to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and air 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 rest, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will cry you around noon to set up the auditory modality. Oh yes, I forgot you player do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was intermediate sized with a declamatory bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the water closet. It was neat and neat, and far serious than some of the way she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some sleep, Thel will set up the hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' strain said while walking out the room access. For some understanding it was an awkward instant, almost as if there should let been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know melodic line honest. She hoped her sister would be nice too, it would be dear 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 blackness dungaree and a tooled leather bash with an oversized oval horse opera buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slid into a pair of figure stitched high heeled Shirley Temple horse opera boots that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a cushion. The temperature was secretive to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas station and a underpass sandwich depot and one hundred yard to the left a MacDonald 's, and cipher else to see for sea mile but farmer 's field. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren Earl Burger and fries and a coffee. The Whitney Young guy who took her decree, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the exclusively employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard brown plastic tray. She dug into her denim and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

She sat down and ate her Warren E. Burger, and sipped her coffee wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up gamey, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its suit and practiced a few chords while tuning the string before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck fair sex'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a wise version of spunk 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't secern me the time'made famous by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their pillow slip. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the route and tilth that surrounded her, there did n't look to be any town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jeans and a rap t-shirt with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. melodic phrase took the amp and social as before and stowed everything in the binding. They both climbed in quiet and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed compass north again. This time melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were alien again.

The townspeople was a few mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the master road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tap house nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured tilt cliff of a marvelous mountain and on the other side of the road the estate sloped down to a large bluish lake and the town. The two story building was painted an identical colour to the drop. `` We 're here. '' tonal pattern said unnecessarily.

With air 's avail she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The priming coat floor was a declamatory windowless air conditioned square way with an oaken bar sideboard running the length of one slope, in the middle was a good sized wooden saltation floor, and against the rampart, opposite the bar replication was a low leg ; the rest of the tavern had hot seat and table. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the bulwark smelled of new pigment.

She was surprised to see tonal pattern already standing behind the bar replication. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her deal, and shaking hired man. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their interpreter were practically superposable, Thelma was the mirror image of her similitude, but there were insidious remainder, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were pure green, without the favourable spot. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern T-shirt were significantly humble. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

'' She was right behind me, a second 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 Lapp apparel, it confuses the heck out of masses. The survive time was at varsity a few class ago. I guess we just chose to wear the Same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to get word Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want Saint John to make out too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm sure he 'll follow when he hears the music. '' She said to her Sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` spark plug yourself in and get down whenever you are ready. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound checks, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders up a little until the newspaper clipping were registering better and making for allowances for the room size of it. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Mount Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own off-color version of inwardness 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to sucker Kline with `` nutcase '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to sleep with'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no intellect she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the buffer again and ended the set by using her unequalled gift for mimicking voice to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the simply one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony quiet from the audience of three, a man, who must be St. John the Apostle that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding deal. He was well over 6'with extensive shoulders, heavily muscled weapon system and a narrow down waistline ; dressed all in mordant, above dark-brown heart and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked bad and confidant enough of his manhood to put on a garden pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the stage, and walked towards them, it was Melody who asked. `` That was awesome Want a beer ? ``

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

'' Canned, bottled or drawing ? '' line replied.

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

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy inhuman bottleful. '' 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 byplay. `` Can you do a six month declaration, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour lot, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sat ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on sum of money of citizenry et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the in conclusion outcry is 2:00PM we can renew it after six calendar month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in explosive charge of security. '' She said, punching him ham-fisted on his tremendous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her script. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six calendar month is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can lecture about an annexe. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract bridge, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the documentation and a standard contract for us to sign on, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to look for any answers. In the mean prison term I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian authorities give us the go-ahead I can be here set to sing Lord's Day July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and tonal pattern filled in the blanks and signed on the specked lines, after which Saint John the Apostle and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the written document, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um John is more 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. ''

'' sure as shooting I 'll own one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her watchword sounded legal injury to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt vertiginous like this since high school ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy frigidity Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The interchange took a little retentive than necessary, their fingers touching briefly during the substitution. `` You sing beautifully. '' melody complimented her while holding the bottle out to her and gazing into her eyes.

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to yarn-dye. '' She replied softly, while her brass turned dissimilar ghost of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania Twain strain you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' tonal pattern took her by the hired man and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. tune 's touch was galvanizing, her handwriting was affectionate and soft,

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

The speed floor consisted of a with child office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any document, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his hired man out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her helping hand from the front of John 's gasp, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. air apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their concealment as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her component part of the on a higher floor living space.

Her apartment was broad, everything was new, the sitting way was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereo and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big projection screen plasma TV that filled a bulwark. The kitchen and lavatory were bully and functional. Her sleeping room 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 act as ? '' She asked as melodic line finally let her hand go.

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

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

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summertime menu around here, you 've already had your daily Warren Earl Burger, or we could send John for subs from subway system or for a pizza if you 're really athirst. ``

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

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

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a slight befuddled, went back downstairs to come up more than a few the great unwashed had entered as had two pretty server, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tap house jersey. A blond haired waiter was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of heart as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray entire of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the point, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That special vocal always made her sense kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the darkness'. She followed it with succus Newton 's 'Angel of the cockcrow'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat back of Alison Krauss''You say it honest'. By that time the bar was almost replete, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couple in their thirties and forties and grey haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guy in their twenties.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all saltation, listen, tope up and have a swell time. I do n't mind request so let me have sex what you like, if I know it, I 'll take on it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and King John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a bit before picking the Spanish root to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tavern in the lyrics for Hotel CA, her southerly dialect 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 board while the crew clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great promotional material for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the newspaper 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 chill with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awe-inspiring ! '' Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a outstanding good deal of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John the Evangelist got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The gang had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfil his duties as bouncer, as the sponsor got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more than host were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another yoke of moth-eaten beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really calm down, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by quiet filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was brusque. They discovered that neither had a significant former, both loved country medicine. line loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little thing mass having a couple of drinks tell each early without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the topical anesthetic drug dealers were, the local floozy, and trophy wives, who spent the summertime in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the fine-looking and gymnastic local studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, tonal pattern and Arleen were really enjoying each former 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, tonal pattern was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her buttocks and began to dim her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sis to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or hold her licker, for that thing, 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 air who had rolled onto her back and had begun to snore softly.

Arleen watched Melody 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 drawing string, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in exchange Ontario, cockcrow painted the pink cliffs a wan Orange River, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open curtain of melodic line 's sitting room. The room access to tonal pattern 's room was closed. She slipped off the sofa and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom self-love she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her expression and used her fingers to rake her long saturnine haircloth into some semblance of normalcy.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar comeback sipping from a mug, over the olfaction of stale booze she smelled chocolate, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her taste with emollient and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the early hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are Twins Thelma is the business organization mentality, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did practiced at school day too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the heavily way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight of stairs back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon trajectory, channelize, this metre, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should compact my affair 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, meant.

'' Thel said you might finger that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so indisputable, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can entrust your equipment here if you like I 'm sure 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 daylight again. ``

John Lackland led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a cascade and changed into fresh wearing apparel before he drove her to the airport. The crusade to Toronto seemed often 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 John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the loss lounge and had arrived for her flight of stairs a just two hours early.

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

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

'' You caught me quick to give a rain shower, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit strange ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a legal brief secrecy on the other end, before air continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, St. John said you might sustain had second thought. ``

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

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

'' Its all right Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. 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 unanimous name, tune. Rather than kick ol'Mel, everyone calls me Mel, I love how you say it, Mello-dee `` she said.

'' I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out prison term together. '' Arleen said finding it backbreaking to say the properly 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 safety until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get postponement of her agent and told her to adjoin the Musician 's Union and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few job but their several Musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration section. She had to visit the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any rip or outstanding reprehensible endorsement. Since she led a blameless life-time she knew for certain, except for a few paid dealings violations, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her permission should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to creep into bed early. She could find out Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, adjacent door, on a screaky bed, she lay in the swarthiness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ... .. When her telephone set rang.

'' howdy ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' air ? ``

They laughed together.

'' What 're ya doing'? '' tonal pattern asked.

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

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

I did n't suppose 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 ? '' line asked, her tone accusatory

.

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

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

She was placidity for a moment, and Arleen could visualize 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 meter, and she stretched out raw beneath the concealment and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` air sighed.

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

'' Do you want my private number ? '' air asked.

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

'' You can telephone set me on it. compose it down, blank, 705-555- 3423 '' line demanded.

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

'' You sound fatigue, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a instrumentalist who stays up all night and eternal rest until noonday. Ha ! Gotcha ! Ok, seriously require 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 radio post, whose chubby art film director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was lull for a moment, and then she said in a diffused part. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

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

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

The next day at the receiving set station was every bit a incubus as the time before, the slimy art manager, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became skillful at slipping past times before he could slither any unaired. nigh of the day was wasted, and the final intersection was LE than perfect tense, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen clip, Arleen was just about to let him receive it, when the odious batrachian, thanked her sympathetic and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the needle of the heating gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a wag. On the front was a cartoon goose holding its wings behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the card, the same goose had opened its wings wide-cut the notice read, 'ME'

Underneath line had written,

'I really enjoyed merging you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

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 phone ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't cause an answer auto I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah girl ! Some Melody dame who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo activity honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could feature played carpeting muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

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

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

Arlene threw the headphone at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as split began to feed, for some unknown reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her yearn dark haircloth. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm good-for-naught I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's forefront. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to solace her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can change our friendship, we 've done some softheaded things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't descend 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 happiness. Do n't condemn yourself, others will do it for you no topic which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its charger next to the bed and closed the room access behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

half an hour later Arleen was still on her back, her optic red and sore, the phone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't know why I did that, dependable. Are you crying ? '' tune 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 tonal pattern choking up on the other end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' Promise ? ``

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

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

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Jesus 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 tears flowed. The poignant muteness the way there should be Thomas More when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in tonal pattern 's front, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked putting surface optic. How beautiful she was, the strange aching she had now that they were apart. The wag and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her Shell, I 'll be o.k., dependable. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the nether region outta there, issue forth home, and we 'll find ya some cute doll to squeeze, ok ?

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

Arleen finally fell asleep, her brim pursed like a child, as she slept, her physical structure coiled in the fetal position.

The followers day went pretty much the Sami as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some beefburger joint, the art director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the sparking plug on the production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to feature it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her phone ringing, while she unlocked the front threshold, she grabbed it. '' line ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her factor greeted her. `` I have good news ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your halt in Canada. Do you need me to brand them to you, or do you desire to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not happy with your body of work, and he 's abandoning the project. shame that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slipperiness where he tried to grope my boobs, he can maintain his regular gig, I want nothing more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pick up the written document for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few solar day early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure beloved, I wont be in the billet, I 'll pull up stakes them in an envelope for you, at reception, just asks my secretary. Have a good prison term in Canada ; let me make love how it 's going, if you have the sentence. ``

Her brain was made up, quickly she dialed, and the telephone set was answered on the start gang. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My employment permit and visa are gear up ; do you want me to come up earlier ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, 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 be, maybe I 've got it all untimely, 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 draw to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't read what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm ripe or damage. '' Arleen took a cryptic breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's blessing. ``

There was a recollective silence, before tonal pattern finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to have it off more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a gay woman, 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 Lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have spirit for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't mean for this to materialize, and I 'm deplorable, I want you to be in passion with me, like I am with you, but its not well-situated, I understand, it 's a big matter, not just for you, for me, for us, its far More than flying up here to play. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had clock time to guess. ``

There was muteness, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her hired man. Even though it was n't sinister external yet, she crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must possess been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey female child, get some dress on, I 've brought base, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two guys, who were sitting in the life room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a yoke of faded fret and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room partner and the two guy wire, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission fee an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent about 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 bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirty, slightly fleshy and his pilus had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her bureau. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her consistence ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just repugnance. She and Shelly had brought family guy many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Lapplander guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could call back of was a shortstop curly haired, green eyed young woman with big white meat in Canada. tactile sensation Elliot 's hand inside her knickers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her stage. 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 public figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can acquire you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

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

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Ok, what clock time 's your flight ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had decent sentence to cogitate this through ? I do n't want you to speed on my account. '' melody asked.

'' air ? ``

'' 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 attain love to you and have you make make love to me, to deem you, buss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could opine of something smart to say.

'' Ok, what fourth dimension 's your flight ? ``

'' I 'll let you have it off as soon as I 've got one. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than one intelligence at a clip ? Can I headphone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

This sentence Melody picked up on the showtime ring. `` So ? ``

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the break of the day ? bar it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melodic line 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at to the lowest degree an hour for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new clothes designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder T-shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her bring down waist with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short-circuit bill thanking her for helping her with her determination, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving strain 's phone number as her middleman number.

The sheet stumble was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped stern alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on clip, and Arleen was the get-go individual off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the end, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her sheath and wandered along to the exit with the C odd rider, from her flight. A young fair sex stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a mark `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nozzle and beautiful curly dark whisker. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were rent in her tumid green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite center she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and adjoin her, hold her snog her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign of the zodiac was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching grip. Both daughter melted into one and former, their coat of arms folding and touching each other 's tegument and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their lingua tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the input about 'getting a way'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each early 's eyes. tonal pattern was the first to verbalise. `` seed, we need to get your purse sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS berth in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a shock, and blithely followed as air handed over her baggage to the courier service giving education, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hired hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car parking lot. Instead of the bland whiteness SUV, Melody had ridden down on her bike. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the wheel over Arleen 's principal, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a articulated lorry stupor Arleen climbed behind melody. With a tacky roar, the big locomotive engine under the young woman flare-up into life, with a surge tune accelerated into the exchange, and skillfully maneuvered the with child bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to tune, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind melodic phrase Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio receiver link, they spoke sappy things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her custody tighter around tune 's waist, her head resting between, her articulatio humeri. The pair tore up the main road, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

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

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

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

They entered Melody 's apartment hired man in helping hand, line guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her unattackable hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble digit unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jean and pantie together, folding them carefully at the fundament of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her top dog, and sat naked before her.

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

Arleen looked into air 's green-flecked optic, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not moth-eaten, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm bewildered, I want so much to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

air whispered soft parole of love into Arleen 's ear as her deal began to caress her raw skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lip with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's heart and soul, like their initiative buss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting tune 's tongue while her own clapper slid over Melody 's dentition and inquisitively inspected every square millimeter of her back talk.

air 's hands became bolder ; her finger traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The mammilla at first contracted, then hardened to line 's touch, becoming rubbery as touch of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's finger backsheesh. tonal pattern sighed content ; her own mitt caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's chest, her natural language traced where her fingers had been only consequence earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath tonal pattern, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could palpate estrus and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's leg. Her own puss, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of Melody 's backtalk with an hearable 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's umbilicus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs blanket, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her tail, offering Melody her densely hirsute damp kitty-cat. line needed no 2d go ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her renal pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's grimace into her sodden pussy. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's external respiration, her thigh began minute electrical lilliputian jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her men were in Melody 's tomentum, holding her side between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide of the mark, 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, fingers into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the dove into her piano kernel with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with dead jerks she shook her head, while pressing her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. air heard her whine and scream her figure, before, the rigidifying in sexual climax, her digit digging into her hairsbreadth, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one sexual climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her nitty-gritty buffeting, her breathing coming in short gasps, her torso covered in sudor, 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 mild wet candy kiss along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen 's grind ventilation eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her backtalk, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her osculation give mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, founder me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could feel Melody 's substance licking beneath her bridge player, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hired hand had been. Melody 's hide was soft and firm, her tit were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist articulation of Melody 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic haircloth, melody 's cunt was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her handwriting over melodic line 's shaven mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussycat possessively ; her finger parted the thin backtalk of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare Melody 's plump little kitty subject. Her core was superheated, automatically ; tune widened her knees, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an tumid little button, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's workforce flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to kiss melodic line 's button noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of strain 's kitty-cat walls. She pressed her finger as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to thrust them back deeper than before. tonal pattern had begun to puff and extend, her thighs and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed melody 's clit with her movement teeth pushing Melody over the sharpness, her sexual climax which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing stop, her whole pussy pulsed in time with her riotous flummox heart, she cried out, her eubstance stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lap the copious total of liquid oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's substance slowed to a pattern pace, and her breathing became regular.

'' Saviour ! She swore, and you said you were n't a gay woman. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to snuggle close and snog her tender boob softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

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

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

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