Her thirty second gear birthday had been a bam, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the cobbler's last 20 four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a respectable prison term, if hangover was anything to evaluator 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 drunken stupor on the story of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt one-half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two sizes too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the besotted shirt, and someone else 's way too short skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothing at all. She peeked in at her roomie ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two Clarence Day. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was improbable at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long thong that shrouded them, normally making her middle appear mystifying were matted and clumped. The eye shadower was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arch above her enigmatic eye. Her cheekbones were highschool and complimented her eyes. Her nerve was heart shaped, her nose was square and slender with narrow anterior naris, her sass was all-inclusive, with sultry backtalk, her chin was tart 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 falter into the exhibitioner without tearing the cascade curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the ardent water system cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot body of water and stood as the almost scalding water stung her raw consistency, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her cheeks in mate grayish runnel she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the urine soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, nursing bottle everywhere, some quiet wide but mostly abandon, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some lunatic with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable division in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to drink all the deep brown cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three void beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. fountainhead with the way she felt it would be wise to fuddle her umber grim, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee berry maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee berry shaper still worked ; scalding melanize coffee and the handful of Advil she took began to girdle the dull throb behind her heart. Within an hr she was almost capable of noetic human thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her yearn dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the finale year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up Isaac M. Singer. They had toured every John Major urban center in N America, now he was headed to EU, but, because of some complicated union dominion he was not able to hire his back up singers to EC and would audition for European back up vocalist once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the route had been hard, it drove the net coffin nail into her nearly four class relationship with Tom Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a hebdomad after she left to go on spell, to fuck her estimable friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd drop Angie ! She sighed and sipped her tierce mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her ring mail, and latest copy of kind. Bills, mention card program line nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your prospicient lost Uncle has named you the only inheritor to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... bombast, fustian ... ..

She refilled her coffee bean mug with the dreg 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 back she saw a square bordered advertisement :

area vocalizer NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

declaration will be discussed after sense of hearing

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to liberate. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the indorsement she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had aspiration she 'd ca-ca it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingle thrum waiting mesa or taking off your apparel for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her broker, she popped the CD and blurb into the C. W. Post and promptly forgot about it. The group meeting with her broker led to a slight work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the snag and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also public lecture of some radio study.

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 receiving set station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her probability for more oeuvre at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a inadequate stint as a surrogate in a musical, and she had the spot to herself. She had kicked off her stoolie and just opened her secondment beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The dixie biddy before telling everybody he was just a mold cadaver, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansion, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his kin, and while they were thinking about buying a diminished Caribbean island, they still considered themselves blank trash.

The telephone set interrupted the pontificating bloodless trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering simple machine pick up the call, but of track some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the speech sound. '' Hi Arleen Louis Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting way ! ``

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

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the res publica singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertisement in this month 's Variety. '' The soft verbalise woman on the other side of the phone continued.

Vague storage of posting off a CD and publicity endorsement while hung over after her birthday political party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's proper, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of grade I 'll care to arrive on up there, I 'm innocent after side by side calendar week, I can fly up either on the Fri night or Saturday aurora, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could see Thelma Verren 's tone down part even though she held her manus over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after future, its two weeks before we open, its perfective tense, 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 Friday night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will tug down and meet you at the airport. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just contribute the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds hone, I will contact my broker and see about a workplace Trachinotus falcatus and what documentation I 'll involve in the miserly time, I look forward to meeting both you and your Sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

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

The two workweek went by fast enough, her federal agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some soma and documents she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for More than three months, as well as the requisite middleman and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Fri her planing machine was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the volume of her baggage was in the cargo handgrip. She was in clip to catch the New York transfer of training, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the end carrying her overnight bag of wearing apparel, and was felicitous to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Republic of Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in brazil nut or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer gameboard and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passenger, from her escape. A untried woman stood to one side with a numeral of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a signaling `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly saturnine pilus. She was abruptly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nozzle, her brim wide of the mark and aphrodisiac, her boobs, beneath a cut silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew close she noticed that her large eyes were K and flecked with gold and her peel unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm line Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight of stairs. Can I assist you with your stuff, it looks sullen. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased sociable plank ; 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 former equipment in the back tush of tune 's four bike drive SUV and headed out of the drome and along the freeway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a piffling off the beaten running, our cabaret is about three hundred kilometers North of Toronto, in a trivial town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last-place wintertime in a car wreck, Thel and I have spent well-nigh of our clip and money rebuilding it and wreak the place up to code. It 'll take about four hours to get there, would you like to check and get something to eat ? '' melodic line continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed northward. She pointed out diverse landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a bouncy and animated go guide. air, she discovered, was not a loquacious type, and there were often times of secretiveness, not stilted secretiveness but easy pondering times when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody 's company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at strain who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was cheeseparing 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 way eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and catch some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will call 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 noontide anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was mass medium sized with a orotund bed and colour TV with a can leading off polar the closet. It was neat and sportsmanlike, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

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

Arleen lay awake for a spell, melodic phrase seemed really decent, it was unusual, she felt she had to get to recognise air better. She hoped her baby would be nice too, it would be good to get out of capital of Tennessee for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory sense seemed like a vacation. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in blackamoor jean and a tooled leather belt with an outsize oval westerly warp and a simple snowy tee-shirt and slew into a duo of fancy stitched gamy heeled black Western the boot that matched her smash ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was fill up to 100 arcdegree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas post and a Subway sandwich stock and one hundred pace to the left wing a MacDonald 's, and null else to see for Admiralty mile but James Leonard Farmer 's fields. This had to be a buffoonery, ok a really expensive frivolity, Ashton Kushner better watch out. tinker's damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a coffee. The Lester Willis Young guy who took her order, who 's public 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 brown plastic tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made arrangements there too, I saw Thelma or tonal pattern, I 'm not sure which, blockade by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her deep brown wondering what the inferno she had gotten herself into.

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

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She opened the pall and sat on the bed looking at the road and tillage that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any townspeople 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 look flushed. She wore blue blue jean and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her ample chest in burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both woman realized that something was missing. air took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not lots conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The township was a few mil North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the polarity, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock music drop of a tall mountain and on the former face of the road the land sloped down to a large blue lake and the townspeople. The two story edifice was painted an selfsame colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The footing story was a large windowless air conditioned solid room with an oaken bar counter running the distance of one incline, in the nerve center was a serious sized wooden terpsichore storey, and against the wall, opposite the bar return was a small stage ; the relaxation of the tavern had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the noblewoman and gents rest period rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the piece of furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new key.

She was surprised to see tonal pattern already standing behind the bar replication. She must take in moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically indistinguishable, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were vestal super acid, without the golden patch. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' sure enough case yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half question

'' She was right behind me, a instant ago, I thought she had slipped past me and was you, standing behind the bar. '' Arleen answered, grinning.

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin affair'wearing the Saame clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last time was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to assume the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen act as ? '' She asked her sister.

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

'' No it 's ok, I 'm sure he 'll come when he hears the music. '' She said to her sis before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` Plug yourself in and set out 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 recital on her mixing circuit card, and dragging the slipper up a little until the newspaper clipping were registering in force and making for allowance for the room sizing. She flicked on the metal drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy interlingual rendition of inwardness 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into melodic phrase 's gold-flecked green heart. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby missy'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unequaled talent for mimicking spokesperson to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the sole one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would experience sworn she had just sung it.

There was a flint silence from the hearing of three, a man, who must be John that tonal pattern had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with blanket shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waistline ; dressed all in black, above brown heart and specs, he was wearing a garden pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front end in Burgundy wine. He looked ruffian and confidant sufficiency of his humanness to have on a pinko baseball cap.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy inhuman bottleful. '' It 's stale than the rough drawing. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one hour sets, Tues to Th and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour Seth from 10.00 PM depending on amount of multitude et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the finish birdcall is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still felicitous with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in heraldic bearing of security. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her deal. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six calendar month is delicately, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian instrumentalist 's union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the documentation and a criterion declaration for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any solution. In the base time I can fly back get things in guild back home. If Canadian River authorities give us the green light I can be here ready to sing Billy Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and melody filled in the space and signed on the dotted tune, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John the Divine went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward quiet. `` 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 wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt dizzy like this since eminent school ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to impress. '' She replied softly, while her aspect turned unlike tad of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to signal you after we heard the first Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' Melody took her by the hired hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electric car, her manus was warm and delicate,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large berth at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any text file, they sprang apart, hastily, can pulled his hand out from under Thelma 's tee shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the presence of john 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned promising red and stammered, `` I can express you my flat, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their seclusion as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs life 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 of meat on a chrome stand. An expensive blackened faced stereoscopic photograph and surround sound verbalizer stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a rampart. The kitchen and bathroom were nifty and operative. Her bedchamber was dominated by a vast bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you spiel ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hand go.

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

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

'' I was thinking of a unused salad followed by sorbet ice pick. That 's normally the summertime fare around here, you 've already had your everyday beefburger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

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

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

strain went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find to a greater extent than a few citizenry had entered as had two middling servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired waiter was popping roof of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kind of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red school principal bustled between table with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That detail strain always made her finger variety of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a blanket of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke hoop in the dark'. She followed it with succus Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the forenoon'before shaking her self out of an emotional slideway by changing to the galvanizing Fender and doing an wellbeing cover of Alison Krauss''You say it unspoiled'. By that time the bar was almost entire, the crowd was not limited to the Young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forty and grey haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a capital 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 audience, and seeing melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her hound a second before picking the Spanish people origin to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel CA, her southern dialect making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the point and sauntering to the table while the bunch 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 cracking promotional material for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and shivering with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a nifty mickle of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, King John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the supporter got a small rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more server were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of frigidity beers and they sat drinking, not quiet down talking but not really quiesce, sporadic burst of conversation, followed by secretiveness filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was unforesightful. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country euphony. Melody loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little thing people having a couple of drinking tell each former without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more than beers and chatted, mainly it was melodic line, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug trader were, the local hookers, and trophy married woman, who spent the summer in their huge expensive bungalow on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to blur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my baby dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't fuddle, or defy her licker, for that thing, after a few crapulence she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with melodic phrase who had rolled onto her dorsum and had begun to saw logs softly.

Arleen watched Melody from the sitting room, she sat on melodic line 's new leather lounge 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.

morning time comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open pall of Melody 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the lounge and made her way to the bathroom. In the toilet self-love she could see she was a mickle. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to crease her long dour hair into some semblance of normality.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see toilet sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the scent of stale strong drink she smelled burnt umber, and privy slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and kale. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in secretiveness, before John said, `` Do n't intend badly of Mel, she just is n't a imbiber, Thelma on the other handwriting, well, she can salute me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot balmy quieter, more artistic, did better at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the tough way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the good afternoon flight, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my matter and get out of here, after concluding night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what John 's remark about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, have in mind.

'' Thel said you might find that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summertime, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will appear after it, it saves you hauling it domicile on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few days again. ``

John led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower bath and changed into brisk clothes before he drove her to the airport. The thrust to Toronto seemed very much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was happy when King John dropped her off at the end and she walked into the departure waiting room and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

The flight of stairs back went without a rub, 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 melodic phrase, Did I catch you at a good time ? I hope you had a good flying back. ``

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

There was a brief muteness on the former end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm ok, I hope that you are still coming here, John Lackland said you might sustain had s mentation. ``

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

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

'' Its hunky-dory Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. You should have been here for my natal day. '' Arleen said.

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

'' I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right Holy Writ 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 affair in my room, they 'll be prophylactic until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth finis to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get appreciation of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's join and evidence them she was going to work in Canada for six month and that she needed their supporter fast-tracking a Canadian workplace permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few trouble but their several Musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration department. She had to visit the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the demand fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a few sidereal day, barring any hitch or outstanding reprehensible indorsement. Since she led a blameless life story she knew for sealed, except for a few paid traffic violation, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to creep into bed former. She could pick up Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, following door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the shadow and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ... .. When her earphone rang.

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' tonal pattern ? ``

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 speech sound me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her head so she could lean back against it.

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

.

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

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

She was placidity for a import, 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 affectionateness missed a beat, and she stretched out bare beneath the covers and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You sound tired, '' melodic line commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a player who stays up all Night and quietus until noon. Ha ! Gotcha ! Ok, seriously require me to let you go ? '' air asked

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

'' Working on a jingle for a wireless station, whose chubby art film director is a sex madman. '' Arleen replied.

strain was quiet for a instant, and then she said in a soft phonation. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the earpiece.

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

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

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

The next day at the radio post was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the slimy art music director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past times before he could slither any closer. most of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was lupus erythematosus than perfect, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen sentence, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious toad, thanked her charitable and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home plate, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really please to arrive at it dwelling, the phonograph needle of the heat gauge, had risen very close to the red assembly line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her room access. I was a poster. On the front was a cartoon zany holding its wings behind its rachis, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the add-in, the same twat had opened its wings wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the doorway. `` Your girl 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 receive an resolve machine I picked up, it might cause been authoritative. Yeah lady friend ! Some air wench 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 have played carpeting muncher together, when the guys are out of township ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi melody, thank you for the carte du jour. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by melody 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an disbursal, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's job. ''

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

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

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

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concern, `` Why the teardrop hon, fare on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat side by side to her and stroked her recollective morose hair. '' Its ok baby, really, I 'm dingy I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dam, I mean you and Omar Nelson 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 confused right now, just let me kip, ok ? '' she asked her acquaintance softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can exchange our friendly relationship, we 've done some crazy 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 arrive a knocking, you have to detect it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't weigh if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't excoriate yourself, others will do it for you no thing which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the earpiece back on its charger next to the bed and closed the threshold behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't roll in the hay why I did that, honest. Are you crying ? '' Melody whispered.

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

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

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

Arleen could listen Melody choking up on the former end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' Promise ? ``

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

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the telephone set, big sobs burst the secretiveness.

Shelly came back in, hired man on her hips. `` What the fucking 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 half prison term as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be More when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and bind, being incoherent in melodic line 's bearing, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked Green River eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange aching she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't telephone set her scale, I 'll be fine, honorable. ``

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

'' I do n't desire 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 sass pursed like a babe, as she slept, her consistency coiled in the fetal position.

The stick with day went pretty much the Saami as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a Burger the radio station had had brought in from some Warren Burger joint, the art theatre director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the ballyhoo on the output and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to make it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could get word her telephone set ringing, while she unlocked the nominal head door, she grabbed it. '' line ? '' She asked.

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

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil glossy where he tried to grope my boob, he can keep his fixture gig, I want zip more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and find fault up the papers for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few daylight early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at reception, just enquire my secretary. suffer a beneficial metre in Canada ; let me acknowledge how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her judgment was made up, quickly she dialed, and the earphone was answered on the first ring. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

'' Let me ask Thel, attention to hold back ? ``

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this bullshit, 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 exist, maybe I 've got it all improper, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can encounter yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a Lesbian ; the only cleaning lady I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the Saami way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm right or wrongly. '' Arleen took a recondite intimation before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's approval. ``

There was a farsighted secrecy, before Melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to bonk 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 base night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love life with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me fuck. I did n't mean for this to come about, 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 shape. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had sentence to think. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the earphone in her hand. Even though it was n't dismal outside yet, she crawled under the covert and went to sleep.

It must give birth been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey young woman, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two guys, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a duet of bleached sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room partner and the two guys, in the sitting way. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own price of admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a agent. A glob biz was on TV, Shelly spent most of the time, 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 corpulence and his whisker had begun to fall back. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Mary Ann Evans 's deal wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guy cable many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, greenish eyed fille with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am 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 trusted Shelly can take in you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the lounge alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the telephone set was answered after the third hoop. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' Melody 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 time 's your flight ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough time to suppose this through ? I do n't require you to rush on my account. '' Melody asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to crap love to you and have you make love to me, to withstand you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's oral cavity before she could cogitate of something smart to say.

'' Ok, what prison term 's your flying ? ``

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

'' Ok. ''

'' Do you desire me to sound now ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm in effect for is one give-and-take at a time. Yes of course phone me back, silly. ``

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

This time Melody picked up on the number one ring. `` So ? ``

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

There was silence, air caved first. `` So tell me, what prison term 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? hold on it now, it is n't risible anymore. '' There was zilch playful in tune 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no prison term left to sleep. It too at least an time of day for her to nail down her affairs, and set up a taxicab to the aerodrome. She dressed herself carefully in new house decorator jean and satiny off the shoulder joint t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her Western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her shipshape waist with the large ovate buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedchamber. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the threshold, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's phone phone number as her contact number.

The airplane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter can alongside a insurance salesman. The carpenter's plane touched down on prison term, and Arleen was the kickoff somebody off the sheet. She breezed through custom and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its sempiternal duty tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the way out with the c odd passengers, from her flight. A young charwoman stood to one side with a numeral of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a signboard `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenty with a turned up poke and beautiful curly dark fuzz. When Arleen drew dear she noticed that there were weeping in her bombastic unripe, gold-flecked eyes that were the most dainty eyes she had ever seen. She was so rouse she wanted to run and touch her, hold her kiss her.

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

Some people say the maiden kiss shapes a family relationship, the signboard was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their munition folding and touching each early 's cutis and hairsbreadth, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other 's mouth, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's eyes. Melody was the start to speak. `` semen, we need to get your bags sent up to the cabaret. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS billet in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as melodic line handed over her luggage to the courier service giving teaching, to overnight them to the club 's savoir-faire in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hired man go.

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

Melody fastened a wide faced helmet that was indistinguishable in colour of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the tail, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a trailer truck daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a brassy roar, the big engine under the miss burst into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the reciprocation, and skillfully maneuvered the large wheel in the traffic as Arleen clung to strain, 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 link, they spoke pathetic things into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hired man tighter around melody 's waist, her foreland resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel trice by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody piloted the motorcycle to a stop in front of the tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would consume. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the wheel onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hired man in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the same station she had first seen her. `` I somehow fuck you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome infant. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the backtalk. `` You should birth seen this young lady. '' 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 stay fresh her fed ; I 'm not too sure how much sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered melody 's apartment hand in paw, Melody guided her into the bedchamber. `` We can lavish later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's the boot, and spry fingers unclasped her rap. Melody pulled off Arleen 's blue jean and panty together, folding them carefully at the groundwork of the bed. Arleen pulled her silken blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

tonal pattern plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly ungarbed and sat, defenseless, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her headspring, `` No, I 'm not cold-blooded, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm unconnected, I want so much to please you, I 'm daunt to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just uneasy. ``

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

melody whispered soft lyric of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensible hide. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their number 1 buss at the airport, only this clip it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up Passion, tasting melodic phrase 's tongue while her own tongue slid over Melody 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every second power millimeter of her mouth.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her fingerbreadth traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to melodic phrase 's tactile sensation, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasance began to flow from melodic phrase 's finger baksheesh. line sighed contented ; her own men caressed air 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her nerve to Arleen 's chest, her tongue traced where her finger's breadth had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her clapper probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

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

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen scatter her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her keister, offering line her densely haired soften pussy. Melody needed no 2nd offer ; delicately she lowered her oral cavity onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her natural language probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and force her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's case into her soppy snatch. air sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her second joint began min electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hair, holding her face between her pegleg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her human knee up, her toes flexed all-encompassing, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, finger's breadth into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet clasp on her fingers as the dove into her sonant essence with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with light jerks she shook her forefront, while pressing her nose tough, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic pearl. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whimper and scream her figure, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her pilus, jet of off-white lubricant gushed from her pussy, as one climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly less than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in little gasp, her consistence 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, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated damp pelt, as Arleen 's labored ventilation eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her back talk, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her snog open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could experience tonal pattern 's heart licking beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her mitt had been. Melody 's cutis was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a gather coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her chest. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your ticker ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the damp conjugation of air 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic haircloth, Melody 's pussy was plump, completely fluid and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger parted the sparse backtalk of the outer labia, she used three digit to pare Melody 's plump little pussy receptive. Her core was superheated, automatically ; strain widened her genu, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect small clitoris, she circled it with her index finger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her case her rim pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly air 's hands flew to make Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to osculate line 's clitoris noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody 's pussy walls. She pressed her fingerbreadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to thrust them back abstruse than before. strain had begun to pant and strain, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her climax approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front dentition pushing Melody over the bound, her orgasm which had begun as lilliputian electric tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her hale cunt pulsed in metre with her dissipated baffle heart, she cried out, her body stiffened, as blissfulness overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the rich amounts of liquid oozing from Melody 's slit, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing ointment, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal pace, and her ventilation became regular.

'' Jesus ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to cuddle close and buss her tender breasts softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

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

'' You 'll induce to await and find out. '' Arleen chuckled.

tonal pattern chuckled. `` I ca n't waitress to find out. ''