Her thirty second birthday had been a good time, it lasted three 24-hour interval. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underclothing she had worn at the origin of her political party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken shock on the floor of her chamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two size of it too small-scale for her 34C tit, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and soul else 's way too short skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out raw on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the political party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two Day. Arleen looked at herself in her full duration bedroom mirror. She was magniloquent at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower blue middle were bloodshot and the hat puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear cryptic were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her brow had been plucked to thinnish archway above her enigmatic eyes. Her malar bone were high and complimented her middle. Her face was heart shaped, her olfactory organ was straight and slender with contract nostrils, her mouth was wide, with carnal lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn ripe ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the privy and managed to bumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed habiliment she let the lovesome water shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scald water stung her naked body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her cheeks in twin gray runnel she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the pee soothe her soul for at least fifteen second before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, some restrained full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some lunatic with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the core of her bed. individual 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 empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee berry black, she went about the elaborate task of filling the coffee Divine and switching it on.

Thank God the burnt umber Maker still worked ; scalding blackness coffee and the smattering of Advil she took began to deaden the dull throbbing behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost subject of rational human thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her farsighted dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday do ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the finally yr touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up Isaac Bashevis Singer. They had toured every major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated matrimony rule he was not capable to charter his spinal column up vocalist to Europe and would audition for European back up Isaac M. Singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agentive role had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an tryout for, but there was nada 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year kinship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on spell, to fuck her expert Quaker. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her 3rd mug of the now overcooked moth-eaten black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest copy of smorgasbord. Bills, citation card assertion nothing of pastime, no Hi Arleen your foresightful lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... claptrap, blah ... ..

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

commonwealth vocalist NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED rural area MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after auditory modality

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian ad. Ah what the hell, she had goose egg on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her water closet, finding a transcript the indorsement she had printed on her reckoner and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had aspiration she 'd bring in it as a star, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making doggerel bunk waiting mesa or taking off your apparel for a living, right ?

On her way to get together her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the post and promptly forgot about it. The get together with her agent led to a short work over the next few days singing jingle for under arm deodourant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their run through refrigerator. There was also talk of some receiving set work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a gripe of a day, the receiving set place for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was abruptly and corpulent ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tactfulness to keep him away without ruining her chances for Sir Thomas More work at the tuner station.

The traffic home base was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, typical of any bored nine year 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 shortsighted stint as a replacement in a melodic, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her stoolie and just opened her second base beer, and watched while toby fillpot jug Keith took a jibe at Natalie Mains of The Dixieland Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two sign of the zodiac, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a little Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating Andrew D. White trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering machine pickaxe up the outcry, but of course of study some demented idiot with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-and-dumb person on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female person responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs tap house, my sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to get along up to Ontario Canada for a terminal audition ? Well gladly meet your disbursement. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a homecoming airway ticket waiting for you at the aerodrome. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the country singer ? You sent us a promo CD in reply to our advertisement in this month 's variety. '' The lenient spoken cleaning lady on the former side of meat of the phone continued.

Vague memory board of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby fillpot jug Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course of instruction I 'll like to make out on up there, I 'm disengage after next week, 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 fix up with the air hose, can you hang up on a sec ? ``

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

After a moment or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri night flight of steps ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to transfer woodworking plane in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will drive down and meet you at the drome. When you get to Nashville airport, just cave in the Westjet foresee your public figure and this computer code RC46732, they 'll have your tag, conveyance and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agent and see about a work licence and what support I 'll need in the beggarly sentence, I look forward to meeting both you and your sis the weekend after future, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

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

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

The two workweek went by fast enough, her federal agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and written document she 'd necessitate if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three months, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers pool. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the mass of her luggage was in the shipment postponement. She was in clip to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly train sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the short-circuit flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instruments, mixer table and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passenger, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly drear hair's-breadth. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her back talk encompassing and aphrodisiacal, her boob, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer jean, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her bombastic oculus were jet and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm melody Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Can I facilitate you with your material, it looks lumbering. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer display board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on sunken 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 spine nates of strain 's four rack drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along the freeway, making small talking. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' melodic line asked.

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

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

'' Oh no, it 's ok, I had something on the aeroplane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' air said, turning onto a wide-eyed main road and headed north. She pointed out several landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a merry and animated spell templet. Melody, she discovered, was not a chatty type, and there were often times of quiet, not stilted secrecy but easy contemplative times when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed melodic phrase 's company. Although it would have got appeared rude, she stared at tune who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

melodic line helped her return her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off polar the press. It was neat and plumb, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' wellspring get some sleep, Thel will set up the sense of hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the threshold. For some reason it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should hold been more.

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

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black denim and a tooled leather belt with an outsize oval western buckle and a simple Edward White tee-shirt and slid into a pair of fantasy stitched high heeled black horse opera bang that matched her rap ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a cushion. The temperature was skinny to 100 stage. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred curtilage to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich depot and one hundred grounds to the left a MacDonald 's, and naught else to see for miles but husbandman 's fields. This had to be a put-on, ok a really expensive prank, Sir Frederick 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 tiddler and a java. The untried guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her society in front of her on the standard Robert Brown charge card tray. She dug into her jean and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the calendar month, verified by his motion picture against the wall, shook his question. `` No, no ! '' He said. '' Thelma and melody 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 arrangements there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not sure which, block by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her way and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the drawstring before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck womanhood'. She then took her Fender electrical guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady adaptation of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the time'made famous by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the beefburger at MacDonald 's that was kind of you. I 'm ready 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 pair 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 cases. She opened the drapery and sat on the bed looking at the road and plowland that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any Ithiel Town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minute, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to forgather it, as it melodic phrase climbed out Her expression flushed. She wore profane dungaree and a pink T-shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample dresser in Burgundy wine varsity letter. Their salutation was awkward and stilted, again as if both fair sex realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the backrest. They both climbed in quiet and drove out of the car park and onto the tar route and headed North again. This clip tonal pattern seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossway Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock cliff of a grandiloquent plenty and on the other English of the route the land sloped down to a large amobarbital sodium lake and the Town. The two write up edifice was painted an identical coloring to the cliff. `` We 're here. '' tonal pattern said unnecessarily.

With line 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground storey was a large windowless air conditioned square elbow room with an oaken bar counter running the duration of one side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance base, and against the bulwark, opposite the bar sideboard was a pocket-sized stage ; the ease of the tap house had chairperson and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and chap relief suite, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the rampart smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar sideboard. She must induce moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking manus. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their vocalization were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her Gemini, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were complete fleeceable, without the prosperous chip. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly minor. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' indisputable suit yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half query

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin matter'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of hoi polloi. The last time was at varsity a few year ago. I guess we just chose to fatigue the Lapplander things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to learn Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you require John to follow too ? '' air asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound baulk, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clipping were registering better and making for allowance for the way size of it. She flicked on the drum car and set it before launching into of Gretchen Mount Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to soft touch Kline with `` Crazy '' all the sentence looking into tonal pattern 's gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no ground she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her singular talent for mimicking interpreter to do a flawless rendition of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would ingest sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony secretiveness from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with full shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow shank ; dressed all in inkiness, above brown middle and specs, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across the movement in Burgundy wine. He looked strong-armer and confidant enough of his manhood to tire a pink baseball cap.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' tonal pattern said, holding out a dewy stale bottle. '' It 's colder than the draught. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the drawing tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business organisation. `` Can you do a six month declaration, this summer ? Say from the root of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one minute solidifying, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Fri and Sabbatum ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of masses et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the utmost birdcall is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still happy with each former. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is Gospel According to John Tompos, our muscleman, he 's in charge of security system. '' She said, punching him handless on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his tooth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six calendar month is alright, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River instrumentalist 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a study permit for me. I have the certification and a standard contract bridge for us to sign on, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably hold to wait for any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get things in order back family. If Canadian authorities give us the green light I can be here quick to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the lacuna and signed on the dotted logical argument, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and bathroom went off to the office to fax the document, leaving tune and Arleen once again together in an unenviable secretiveness. `` Um can is more than the chucker-out, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' trusted I 'll experience 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 light-headed like this since eminent school ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a lilliputian long than requisite, their finger's breadth touching briefly during the substitution. `` 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 different shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the beginning Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. seminal fluid ; let me show you the position. '' strain took her by the deal and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's soupcon was electric, her bridge player was quick and soft,

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

The upper storey consisted of a large role at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and privy were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, bathroom pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's T-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her constituent of the upstairs sustenance space.

Her flat was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a Bourgogne leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side of meat on a chrome stand. An expensive lightlessness faced stereo and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and john were bang-up and functional. Her chamber was dominated by a Brobdingnagian bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting elbow room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you play ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hand go.

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

'' That sounds dainty ; sure I 've no other architectural plan, what 's for dinner party ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' Salad and ice ointment sounds staring, need any help getting it prepare ? '' Arleen asked.

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

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a picayune confused, went back downstairs to incur more than a few multitude had entered as had two reasonably servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tavern tee shirt. A blonde haired server was popping pileus of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fasting as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stagecoach, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That picky song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a blanket of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke mob in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an worked up slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an wellbeing covert of Alison Krauss''You say it dependable'. By that time the bar was almost wide-cut, the bunch was not limited to the Cy Young coevals, Arleen saw a couples in their mid-thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their XX.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, imbibe up and have a great meter. I do n't mind request so let me screw what you like, if I know it, I 'll playact it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her blackguard a instant before picking the Spanish people start to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the language for Hotel California, her southern accent mark making it auditory sensation 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 tabular array while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and St. John. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great packaging for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the report confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the intelligence to Rosécliffs tap house, instead of Hotel California, can you spread with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the line. 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 great lot of attention to her salad.

When the repast was finished, John Lackland got up and returned with some beer which they drank in quiet. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to live up to his duties as chucker-out, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more server were on tariff they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of moth-eaten beers and they sat drinking, not still talking but not really serenity, sporadic volley of conversation, followed by secretiveness filled with hope and yet not a well-to-do silence either, both girls realized something was dead. They discovered that neither had a significant early, both loved rural area music. Melody loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a throw away, and a million former niggling things people having a couple of drinks tell each former without getting bogged down with personal common soldier facts.

They drank a few more than beers and chatted, mainly it was tonal pattern, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the better-looking and gymnastic local studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, line and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's party 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 slur her news. Silently, Thelma and Saint John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my Sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't toast, or hold her licker, for that matter, 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 back and had begun to snore softly.

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

Mornings comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, first light painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sun streaming through the open drapery of Melody 's sitting room. The door to air 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the toilet. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a stack. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingerbreadth to rake her long glowering hair into some semblance of N.

She left Melody 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee tree, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her penchant with emollient and simoleons. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in quiet, before John said, `` Do n't intend badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other handwriting, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are Gemini the Twins Thelma is the business wit, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more aesthetic, did well at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no error, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight of stairs, direct, this fourth dimension, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should pile my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what John 's input about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, meant.

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your suitcase, you can get out your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will front after it, it saves you hauling it family on the aircraft, only to drag it back out here in a few daylight again. ``

John led the way to his cartridge, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a rain shower and changed into saucy apparel before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed a good deal faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminus and she walked into the going away couch and had arrived for her flight a unspoilt two hours early.

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

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

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

There was a abbreviated secretiveness on the former end, before melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm exquisitely, I hope that you are still coming here, John Lackland said you might have had second thoughts. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm dismal about Saturday night, I guess I got carried away a lilliputian, I 'm really sorry. '' melodic phrase apologized softly.

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big peck. 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 whole name, melodic line. 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 suit of clothes you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it unvoiced to say the good word and feeling that it came out wrong.

'' So did I, I have to go now. Oh I sent you something, and I 've put your guitars, amp and things in my room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agentive role and told her to contact the Musician 's trades union and tell them she was going to mold in Canada for six months and that she needed their assistance fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few problem but their various player matrimony worked well with one and former as did their customs and immigration department. She had to see the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the necessitate fee for the work permit, and was told she should get it within a few days, barring any hitch or great crook warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic violations, her deplorable record book was clear. She was told that her Trachinotus falcatus should be issued within a week.

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

'' hullo ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

Arleen was about to talk again, when tonal pattern said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's bosom missed a musical rhythm, and she stretched out naked beneath the covers and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

'' I do n't sleep with, 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 ? '' line queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you want my private phone number ? '' tune asked.

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

'' You can earphone me on it. save it down, dumbbell, 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 nude under the covers.

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

Melody was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a soft voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the headphone.

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

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

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

The next day at the radio place was every bit a incubus as the clip before, the unworthy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became whizz at slipping past times before he could slither any closer. Most of the day was wasted, and the final product was to a lesser extent than perfect, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a XII clip, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious toad, thanked her kindly 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 get to it home base, the needle of the warmth gauge, had risen very close to the red melodic line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their letter box, there was an gasbag from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a identity card. On the strawman was a toon goose holding its wings behind its rear, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the bill of fare, the Lapp twat had opened its flank wide the calling card read, 'ME'

Underneath tune 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 room access. `` 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 have an respondent machine I picked up, it might bear been important. Yeah lady friend ! Some tonal pattern biddy who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up Frederick North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, sober lesbo action beloved. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could make played carpeting muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the batting order. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by tonal pattern 's tone of voice. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we contribution 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 door. `` Arleen ? Are you ok ? I was joking babe, do n't get all upset, it ca n't be that meter of the month ? ''

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

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair's-breadth. '' Its ok sister, really, I 'm blue I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to console her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno eggshell, I just dunno I am so confused right field now, just let me sleep, ok ? '' she asked her ally softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, naught can change our friendship, 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 number a knocking, you have to find oneself it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your felicity. Do n't reprobate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its charger next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen could listen 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, for sure, night-night. ``

'' Night-night strain. '' As Arleen put down the telephone, big sobs burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Good Shepherd young woman ; whatever it is, you 've got it bad ; come tell me whats bugging ya. ``

It came bubbling out in one-half prison term as the tears flowed. The poignant secrecy the way there should be to a greater extent when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and hold, being incoherent in Melody 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked putting surface eyes. How beautiful she was, the unknown aching she had now that they were apart. The posting and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' screwing me little girl, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her Shell, I 'll be fine, honest. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the like, if not get the sin outta there, come home, and we 'll regain ya some cute biddy to squeeze, ok ?

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

Arleen finally fell asleep, her mouth pursed like a infant, as she slept, her consistence coiled in the fetal position.

The watch over day went pretty much the Lapplander as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a hamburger the wireless station had had brought in from some hamburger joint, the art music director managed slither his handwriting briefly over her blouse a distich of times, before, pulling the plug on the production 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 pick up her sound ringing, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' line ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her federal agent greeted her. `` I have good intelligence ! I have your oeuvre Trachinotus falcatus, and all your documents, for your halt in Canada. Do you want me to place them to you, or do you require to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not well-chosen with your piece 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 slick where he tried to grope my boobs, he can observe his regular gig, I want aught more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll turn back by tomorrow and blame up the written document for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that thing are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave alone them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just asks my secretary. Have a good clip in Canada ; let me recognize how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My work license and visa are gear up ; do you require me to come up before ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't see whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading sign that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all wrongly, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can come up yourself a new singer for your society, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a Lesbian ; the only adult female I ever kissed was my female parent. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to reassert that I 'm right or wrongly. '' Arleen took a trench breath before she continued. `` So do n't secernate me you need your sister 's commendation. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No Melody, I want to a greater extent, I need to know, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to love more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to lie with 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 belief for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't stand for for this to happen, and I 'm dark, I want you to be in dear with me, like I am with you, but its not easily, I understand, it 's a big affair, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Thomas More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had time to imagine. ``

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

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two guy rope, who were sitting in the living way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a thicket through her hair, slipped into a distich of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room first mate and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own entrance money an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a factor. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent near 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 thirties, slightly overweight and his whisker had begun to pull away. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's work force wander over her soundbox ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guys many clip, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could consider of was a short curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her drawers made her nous up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hired man from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am good-for-nothing, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go juncture Shelly and um, what 's his public figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can have 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 anchor ring. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you need ? '' 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 fourth dimension 's your trajectory ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had plenty fourth dimension to conceive this through ? I do n't want you to rush on my business relationship. '' melodic phrase 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 cause bonk to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, ignite up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could think of something smart to say.

'' Ok, what sentence 's your trajectory ? ``

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what metre. '' line chuckled playfully.

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

'' When in the morn ? intercept it now, it is n't peculiar anymore. '' There was naught playful in Melody 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't embark on that again, tune, hey what ? ``

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to kip. It too at to the lowest degree an hr for her to settle her social function, and arrange a taxicab to the aerodrome. She dressed herself carefully in new decorator dungaree and satiny off the shoulder T-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western kicking, and cinched the matching belt around her clipping waist with the large elliptic buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's sleeping accommodation. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the room access, leaving her a inadequate note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her erotic love and gratitude, finally leaving melodic line 's headphone turn as her contact number.

The planer trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter prat alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on clip, and Arleen was the inaugural person off the plane. She breezed through impost and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passenger, from her flight. A young woman stood to one position with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a house `` I love Arleen Louis Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenty with a turned up olfactory organ and beautiful curly dark fuzz. When Arleen drew nigh she noticed that there were tear in her large light-green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most keen eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, control her kiss her.

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

Some mass say the first kiss shapes a family relationship, the preindication was dropped hastily, as were the dyad of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their weaponry folding and touching each other 's tegument and haircloth, as their backtalk hungered for each others. Their lingua tasted and explored each early 's mouthpiece, 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 heart. Melody was the first to verbalise. `` semen, we need to get your grip sent up to the clubhouse. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS billet in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a haze, and blithely followed as melodic line handed over her luggage to the courier Service giving direction, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

tonal pattern pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car park. Instead of the bland Patrick Victor Martindale White SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

strain fastened a full faced helmet that was very in coloring of the bike over Arleen 's top dog, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's cap, cocked her leg over and straddled the rear, before kicking the cycle off its base. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a articulated lorry haze Arleen climbed behind melodic phrase. With a aloud bellowing, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a surge melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the enceinte bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to tonal pattern, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could palpate the silky power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke airheaded things into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her deal tighter around Melody 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulder. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farming area of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the tripper was just about over, her journey was just beginning. strain piloted the cycle to a stop in movement of the tap house. Biking up had taken half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its independent outdoor stage, and walked into the bar, hand in paw, their hair flattened by their helmets.

melody 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Saami space she had first seen her. `` I somehow bonk you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome baby. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the brim. `` You should own seen this lady friend. '' 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 catch some Z's, so remember to prevent her fed ; I 'm not too sure how much quiescency you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered melodic phrase 's apartment hired man in hand, strain guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her impregnable paw pulled off Arleen 's boots, and spry fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and pantie together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

air plucked at her own habiliment, and hurriedly undressed and sat, bare, 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 straits, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm disconcert, I want so practically to please you, I 'm mark to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

line whispered mild watchword of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her tender pelt. She lifted her oral sex, and sought Arleen 's backtalk with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their first buss at the airport, only this clock time it was longer and more vivid, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's lingua while her own tongue slid over line 's teeth and inquisitively scrutinize every square millimeter of her lip.

Melody 's workforce became bolder ; her finger's breadth traced the ring of color of Arleen 's bosom, ignoring the engorging nipples. The tit at first contracted, then hardened to melodic line 's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's digit tips. strain sighed contented ; her own custody caressed tune 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, puss to pussy. strain lowered her font to Arleen 's titty, her tongue traced where her finger's breadth had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her lingua probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath melody, Arleen arched her backbone ; strain could feel heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's leg. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's mammilla slipped out of Melody 's sassing with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's umbilicus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen paste her legs extensive, and knife thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely haired muffle pussy. melody needed no second 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 lunge her renal pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her sodden pussy. Melody sensed the alteration in Arleen 's ventilation, her second joint began minute electrical little jerky, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in melody 's hair, holding her face between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her articulatio genus up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's far-flung second joint, Melody had pressed first one, then two, finger's breadth into Arleen 's wet paries slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as tonal pattern contracted, tightening a wet handle on her fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless speech rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with suddenly saccade she shook her point, while pressing her olfactory organ hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic off-white. Arleen erupted. line heard her whine and shriek her public figure, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her whisker, spurts of milky lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly less than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in hidrosis, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated dampness skin, as Arleen 's labored ventilation eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her lip, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her osculation undefended mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, turn over me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could finger Melody 's heart beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her bridge player had been. Melody 's cutis was soft and firm, her chest were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her mamilla 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 junction of strain 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic tomentum, air 's kitty-cat was plump, completely fluent and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over air 's plane mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump kitty possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the slenderize lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to peel Melody 's plump footling pussy open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her stifle, and spread her second joint. At the apex she found an erect minuscule clitoris, she circled it with her index finger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clitoris, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's hands flew to harbour Arleen 's head between her second joint. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clit noisily her fingerbreadth 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 shove them back thick than before. melodic phrase had begun to heave and strain, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed melodic phrase 's button with her presence dentition pushing strain over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electric tics along her thigh, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her hale kitty-cat pulsed in time with her fast beating heart, she cried out, her body stiffened, as cloud nine overtook her.

Arleen began to thrash the plenteous sum of money of liquid oozing from Melody 's slit, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing pick, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a convention pace, and her external respiration became regular.

'' Christ ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to snuggle close and buss her supply ship 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 please you, 'cus I love you air, with all my affectionateness, I 'm just so happy right now. ``

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

'' You 'll make to wait and get out. '' Arleen chuckled.

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