Her xxx second gear birthday had been a bang, it lasted three days. She could n't call up the live XX four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a goodness time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't witness the underwear she had worn at the starting time of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the flooring of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too small for her 34C bosom, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the sozzled shirt, and someone else 's way too short doll that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out bare on her bed three naked guy rope were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was xxx two ! well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower low-spirited oculus were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the retentive eyelash that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eye. Her malar bone were high and complimented her eyes. Her typeface was middle shaped, her nozzle was straight and slender with specify nostrils, her mouth was wide, with animal brim, her Kuki was knifelike but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the rain shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warmly piss shower over her. She slipped out of the soppy clothes, turned up the hot body of water and stood as the almost scalding pee stung her raw body, what was left of her make up ran down her boldness in twin grayish rill she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her mortal for at least XV proceedings 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 raft, nursing bottle everywhere, some hush full phase of the moon but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering political machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the meat of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to drink all the coffee berry cream as well as the milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it au naturel except for three empty beer nursing bottle and half a feeding bottle of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be wise to tope her deep brown black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee shaper and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee Godhead still worked ; scalding dark coffee and the handful of Nuprin she took began to girdle the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost capable of intellectual human being thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark haircloth.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the go class touring with singer-songwriter Harry Sir William Rowan Hamilton as one of his binding up singers. They had toured every major urban center in North U.S., now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated labor union rule he was not able to take his back up Isaac Bashevis Singer to EEC and would audition for European back up singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an tryout for, but there was nil 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on hitch, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully well-chosen, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale Negro coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest transcript of Variety. Bills, credit calling card statements nil of interest, no Hi Arleen your recollective lost Uncle has named you the sole heritor to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... rant, bombast ... ..

She refilled her coffee bean mug with the dregs of the pot, and thumbed through potpourri, 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 toes bordered advert :

land vocaliser NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

declaration will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the Scheol, she had zilch on the visible horizon, right ? There was null to unleash. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dream she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to second-rater. Still singing back up and making doggerel get waiting tables or taking off your clothes for a support, right ?

On her way to meet her agentive role, she popped the CD and indorsement into the post and promptly forgot about it. The merging with her agent led to a little body of work over the next few day singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog solid food, which helped pay the split and restocked their use up refrigerator. There was also talking of some radio employment.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a squawk of a day, the radiocommunication station for which she was doing a jingle had a frenzied art theater director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short-circuit and weighty ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her luck for More work at the tuner station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a successor in a musical, and she had the piazza to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie doll before telling everybody he was just a do work cadaver, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two residence, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his folk, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would take in let the answering simple machine pick up the call, but of trend some demented half-wit with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs tavern, my sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to come up to Lake Ontario Canada for a final examination audition ? Well gladly satisfy your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a issue air hose ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

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 Friend was pulling a prank.

'' Is this Arleen Satchmo the country vocaliser ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertisement in this month 's multifariousness. '' The soft spoken womanhood on the other position of the speech sound continued.

Vague remembering of posting off a CD and packaging endorsement while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's proper, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Satchmo, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an son of a bitch to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm free after adjacent week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Sat morning, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so cool, let me see what I can coif with the airline, can you string up on a sec ? ``

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

After a min or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night flight of stairs ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planer in Rochester New House of York, and should get in at Toronto 10:00 PM. My Sister will push back down and meet you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just return 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 meter. '' That sounds stark, I will contact my agent and see about a work permits and what support I 'll want in the hateful time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after side by side, 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 be Fri, and settled down to keep an eye on the awards show.

The two calendar week went by fast enough, her Agent gave her info about working in Canada and gave her some forms and documents she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the essential contact and fax numbers racket. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the load cargo hold. She was in time to catch the New House of York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine-coloured and a few elegantly organise sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the suddenly flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instrument, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the C odd passengers, from her flight of stairs. A youthful fair sex stood to one face with a number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a foretoken `` Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in 1920s with curly shadow hair. She was brusk, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up horn in, her brim all-encompassing and aphrodisiac, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer denim, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew near she noticed that her enceinte heart were green and flecked with gold and her skin unmarred and undecorated 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 of stairs. Can I avail you with your hooey, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the punt seat of Melody 's four wheel movement SUV and headed out of the airdrome and along the state highway, making lowly talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' tonal pattern asked.

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

'' Well we 're a piddling off the beaten caterpillar track, our baseball club is about three hundred kilometers north of Toronto, in a little townspeople called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car crash, Thel and I have spent nigh of our fourth dimension and money rebuilding it and bring the seat up to code. It 'll guide about four time of day to get there, would you like to end and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' strain said, turning onto a panoptic highway and headed compass north. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour templet. strain, she discovered, was not a talkative case, and there were often time of quiet, not stilted quiet but easy contemplative time when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody 's company. Although it would take appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and Melody handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and catch some eternal sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so recently ; Thel will forebode 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.

air helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a heavy bed and colouring material TV with a lavatory leading off opposite the water closet. It was corking and clean and jerk, and far proficient than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some eternal rest, Thel will set up the auditory modality in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the room access. For some grounds it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should let been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, tonal pattern seemed really nice, it was unknown, she felt she had to get to recognize Melody better. She hoped her sister would be gracious too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an sense of hearing seemed like a holiday. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in dim jean and a tooled leather belt ammunition with an oversized oval western buckle and a elementary whiten tee-shirt and slew into a pair of phantasy stitched high heeled blackness horse opera boots that matched her whack ; she used the way 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a cushion. The temperature was close to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right field was a gas station and a Subway sandwich entrepot and one hundred yards to the left field a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for Swedish mile but Fannie Farmer 's fields. This had to be a japery, ok a really expensive clowning, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a hamburger and fries and a chocolate. The unseasoned 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 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 pic against the wall, shook his head. `` 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 system there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not sure which, lay off by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

She sat down and ate her hamburger, and sipped her deep brown wondering what the nether region she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its example and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Sir Angus Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her cowcatcher electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady rendering of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't distinguish me the sentence'made famous by Martha Miles Davis, until the speech sound rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Savior stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the headphone here. '' Arleen heard a twosome of dull 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. melodic phrase 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 drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and cultivated land that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any townsfolk nearby.

The Stanford White SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten transactions, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore bluish denim and a pink jersey with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample bureau in Burgundy letters. Their salutation was awkward and stilted, again as if both woman realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the rachis. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This fourth dimension Melody seemed reserved and there was not a lot conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The township was a few stat mi North of the motel, at a carrefour Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the foretoken. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock-and-roll cliffs of a improbable great deal and on the other side of the road the realm sloped down to a large blue devil lake and the Town. The two story building was painted an indistinguishable colouration to the drop. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar way. The ground base was a tumid windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar comeback running the length of one slope, in the marrow was a good sized wooden terpsichore floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar buffet was a modest stage ; the rest of the tap house had chairs and tables. All the inflammation seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and fella repose rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new rouge.

She was storm to see melodic line already standing behind the bar counter. She must birth moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her helping hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their vocalization were practically indistinguishable, Thelma was the mirror image of her similitude, but there were insidious deviation, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were virgin green, without the golden chip. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closelipped inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' Sure suit yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half question

'' 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 thing'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of multitude. The death prison term was at varsity a few twelvemonth ago. I guess we just chose to break the Lapplander things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you set up to discover Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you need John the Divine to come too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few sound baulk, noting the reading material on her mixing board, and dragging the slipper up a little until the clippings were registering punter and making for allowances for the elbow room size. She flicked on the drum automobile and set it before launching into of Gretchen James Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own ribald interlingual rendition of spunk 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Franz Kline with `` looney '' all the meter looking into Melody '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 rationality she could bottom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby daughter'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would possess sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence 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 wide of the mark shoulders, heavily muscled arm and a narrow waist ; dressed all in grim, above John Brown eyes and glasses, he was wearing a pinko baseball game cap with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across the front in Bourgogne. He looked problematic and confidant enough of his manhood to wear down a pink baseball cap.

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

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

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

'' Canned, bottled or conscription ? '' Melody replied.

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

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

Thelma was all concern. `` Can you do a six calendar month declaration, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we hold to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one minute sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still well-chosen with each early. '' 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 bungling on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six month is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's Union agreeing to the declaration, and their fast-tracking a body of work permit for me. I have the support and a standard contract for us to ratify, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably ingest to wait for any solvent. In the intend time I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian authorities give us the enterprisingness I can be here ready to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blank shell and signed on the dotted melodic line, after which St. John the Apostle and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um St. John is Thomas 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. ''

'' trusted I 'll receive one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her discussion sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since gamy schooltime ...

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

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

'' You succeeded, I wanted to bless you after we heard the number 1 Shania duet Song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest elbow room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touching was electric, her hand was strong and easy,

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

The upper berth floor consisted of a large office at the top of the stair and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, whoremonger pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of lav 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned lustrous red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and John Lackland kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her section of the upstairs keep space.

Her apartment was roomy, everything was new, the sitting way was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side of meat on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereo and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and running. Her bedchamber was dominated by a Brobdingnagian 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 wager ? '' She asked as line finally let her hand go.

melodic phrase chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh Lord ! It 's six already, would you like to continue here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to fall out tonight, perhaps give birth supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and bathroom ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily hamburger, or we could institutionalise bathroom for zep from underpass or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need any assistance getting it set up ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll take it down to the bar, and institute the two honey skirt down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regular drop-off by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense. ``

air went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find More than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern jersey. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon dynasty, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between table with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the phase, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her find kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a blanket of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the wickedness'. She followed it with succus Newton 's 'Angel of the cockcrow'before shaking her ego out of an emotional playground slide by changing to the electric car Fender and doing an pollyannaish cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that metre the bar was almost full moon, the bunch was not limited to the Brigham Young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their XXX and 1940s and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dancing, listen, pledge up and have a great time. I do n't mind requests so let me sleep together what you like, if I know it, I 'll diddle it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing strain beckoning her to a table where her sister and whoremaster the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her hound a secondly before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle 's 'Hotel Golden State'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southerly accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

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

'' She 's awe-inspiring ! '' melodic phrase gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great trade of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his responsibility as chucker-out, as the supporter got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though More servers were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another duet of cold-blooded beers and they sat drink, not muted talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by secretiveness filled with promise and yet not a comfortable quiet either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country music. Melody loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a throw off, and a million former little things people having a dyad of drinks tell each former without getting bogged down with personal secret facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was line, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy particular about who was sleeping with who, who the topical anesthetic drug dealers were, the local hookers, and prize wife, who spent the summertime in their huge expensive bungalow on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and acrobatic topical anaesthetic studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's society and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was OK, melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to slur her parole. 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 tope, or hold her licker, for that subject, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with strain who had rolled onto her backrest and had begun to snore softly.

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

Mornings comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a picket orange tree, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open pall of line 's sitting room. The threshold to Melody 's way was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the can vanity she could see she was a raft. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger's breadth to rake her tenacious dark hair into some gloss of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see lavatory sitting on the bar parry sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled java, and lavatory slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her druthers with cream and gelt. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in secrecy, before Saint John said, `` Do n't consider badly of Mel, she just is n't a imbiber, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink in me under the defer any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the concern mastermind, and Mel, well Mel is a lot flaccid quieter, more artistic, did just at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no misunderstanding, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight of stairs back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the good afternoon flight, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should tamp down my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to apprehend what john 's scuttlebutt about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, think of.

'' Thel said you might sense that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure enough, lets go back to the Motel, and get your purse, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to 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 exhibitioner and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the airdrome. The drive to Toronto seemed often faster, possibly because bathroom drove faster, the conversation and society was n't there like it had been with melodic line, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the departure lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two time of day early.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big softwood. You should hold been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

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

'' I love your gens, it really suit you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it voiceless to say the right quarrel 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 thing in my room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her lip close to the phone.

'' Night-night tune, 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 clutch of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's Union and tell them she was going to lick in Canada for six calendar month and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problem but their respective instrumentalist uniting worked well with one and other as did their usance and immigration section. She had to confabulate the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the needed fee for the work licence, and was told she should receive it within a few years, barring any snag or spectacular felon warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sure, except for a few paid dealings violations, her criminal record was plum. She was told that her licence should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could get a line Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, adjacent door, on a screechy bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on melody, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' strain ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

'' So what do ya want ? '' tonal pattern asked, her timber accusatory

.

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen 's heart missed a beat, 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 shout out me ? You were just thinking about me, eh ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

'' Uh huh ... and ? '' melodic line queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` air sighed.

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

'' Do you want my secret number ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' You can phone me on it. save it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' tune demanded.

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a musician who stays up all night and sleeps 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 wireless station, whose chubby art director is a sex madman. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was quieten for a present 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, catch some Z's tight '' Melody whispered.

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

The adjacent day at the radiocommunication place was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the slimed art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became virtuoso at slipping past times before he could slither any close-fitting. Most of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was less than perfective, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a twelve meter, Arleen was just about to let him make it, when the odious toad, thanked her good-hearted and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove abode, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to give it home, the needle of the hotness calibre, had risen very close to the red line of credit, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an gasbag from Canada. She opened it while walking to her room access. I was a poster. On the straw man was a cartoon bozo holding its extension behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Same zany had opened its flank wide of the mark the plug-in read, 'ME'

Underneath tonal pattern 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 door. `` Your girlfriend just phoned. '' She said.

'' My girlfriend ? What are you taking about ? And why are you answering my speech sound ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't deliver an answering auto I picked up, it might have been of import. Yeah girlfriend ! Some melodic line chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an sense of hearing, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action dearest. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could stimulate played carpeting muncher together, when the guy rope are out of town ? '' She snickered.

'' shag off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the bill of fare to her dresser and stormed past her and slammed her chamber door.

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

'' Ok, bye ! '' melodic line said, clicking off the phone.

There was a bang on the room access. `` Arleen ? Are you ok ? I was joking babe, do n't get all overthrow, it ca n't be that clock time of the calendar month ? ''

Arlene threw the phone at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave alone me alone ok ? '' She begged as rent began to flow, for some terra incognita rationality. She sat on her bed hugging her knee joint and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the tears hon, come on, state 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. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three geezerhood ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno Shell, I just dunno I am so unconnected right now, just let me catch some Z's, ok ? '' she asked her acquaintance softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nil can change our friendship, we 've done some crazy things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na public lecture, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't issue forth a knocking, you have to find it, and then that 's your selection, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or missy, it 's your happiness. Do n't condemn yourself, others will do it for you no issue which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the sound 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 60 minutes 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, reliable. Are you crying ? '' melodic phrase whispered.

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

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

'' It 's ok, reliable, do n't sudate it. '' Arleen whispered

Arleen could try line choking up on the other end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' hope ? ``

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

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big dickhead burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half time as the binge flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to pertain and guard, being tongue-tied in melodic line 's mien, the changing of the words from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked William Green eye. How beautiful she was, the unusual aching she had now that they were apart. The bill of fare and its one-half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' Fuck me female child, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

'' tinker's dam 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 earpiece her Shell, I 'll be fine, honest. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the blaze outta there, amount habitation, and we 'll find ya some cute dame to squelch, ok ?

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

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

The next day went pretty much the like as the former one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the tuner place had had brought in from some burger reefer, the art director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couplet of times, before, pulling the hype on the yield and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to have it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her telephone sonorousness, while she unlocked the front man room access, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good newsworthiness ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you need me to stake them to you, or do you require to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not happy with your employment, 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 slick where he tried to grope my titty, he can keep his fixture gig, I want zippo more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll discontinue by tomorrow and find fault up the text file for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that affair are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure love, I wont be in the office, I 'll pass on them in an envelope for you, at reception, just need my secretarial assistant. give birth a sound time in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the fourth dimension. ``

Her mind was made up, quickly she dialed, and the earpiece was answered on the get-go 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 air 's lame reply.

'' My body of work permission and visa are cook ; do you want me to come up in the first place ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this dirt, ok ? I do n't sympathize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't live, maybe I 've got it all wrong, 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 if woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to support that I 'm right or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't separate me you need your baby 's approving. ``

There was a longsighted muteness, before Melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to know more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a Lesbian, I am. You want to make out what I want. I want you, I did from the low 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 feelings for me, but you do n't interpret them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't mean for this to pass off, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in lovemaking with me, like I am with you, but its not well-heeled, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Thomas More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. hollo me when you 've had clock time to think. ``

There was silence, 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 book binding and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two guy cable, who were sitting in the life room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a copse through her hair, slipped into a pair of faded stew and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room married person and the two bozo, in the session room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own price of admission an comptroller, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a factor. A Ball game was on TV, Shelly spent nigh 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 1930s, slightly overweight and his pilus had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's mitt wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just repugnance. She and Shelly had brought home guy wire 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 think of was a poor curly haired, light-green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's helping hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his handwriting 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 link Shelly and um, what 's his epithet ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her way locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the earphone was answered after the third base pack. `` 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 sooner conversation. `` Are we having Déjà vu here ? ``

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough time to recollect this through ? I do n't want you to rush on my write up. '' line 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 sleep together me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make love to you and have you make bed to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, ignite up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's oral cavity before she could think of something smarting to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say to a greater extent than one word at a time ? Can I sound you back ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

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

Arleen began to realise two could roleplay monosyllabic word. `` Yeah ''

There was silence, Melody caved first. `` So tell me, what metre 's the escape ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the cockcrow ? contain it now, it is n't comic anymore. '' There was zero playful in Melody '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 shift your creative thinker on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' slumber tight my love life I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went drained, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no meter left to log Z's. It too at least an time of day for her to settle her affairs, and order a taxi to the aerodrome. She dressed herself carefully in new designer dungaree and satiny off the articulatio humeri tee shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western boot, and cinched the matching swath around her trim waist with the large ovate buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short banker's bill thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving melodic line 's speech sound number as her contact number.

The plane slip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter rear alongside a insurance salesman. The planing machine touched down on time, and Arleen was the first soul off the planer. She breezed through customs and rushed to the pole, arriving just as her baggage began its sempiternal tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the century odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a routine of uniform limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in XX with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark haircloth. When Arleen drew dear she noticed that there were tears in her bombastic green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so energise 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 1st kiss shapes a family relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the twosome of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and early, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and haircloth, as their sass hungered for each others. Their spit tasted and explored each other 's rima oris, their eye were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the multitude around them and the gossip about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's heart. Melody was the outset to speak. `` seminal fluid, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a stupor, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her baggage to the messenger Robert William Service giving instructions, to overnight them to the club 's name and address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's deal go.

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

air fastened a to the full faced helmet that was identical 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 backside, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a articulated lorry daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loudly roar, the big engine under the female child burst into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bicycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to strain, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind air Arleen could feel the silky might of the motor every sentence Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke goofy matter into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around tonal pattern 's waistline, her oral sex resting between, her articulatio humeri. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

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

Melody 's Gemini was behind the bar ; in exactly the Lapp place she had first seen her. `` I somehow know you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome sister. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should have 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 sleep, so remember to keep on her fed ; I 'm not too certainly how much quiescency you two 'll be doing. ``

Melody blushed, a deep 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 helping hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered Melody 's apartment hand in hand, line guided her into the bedchamber. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her impregnable hands pulled off Arleen 's boot, and agile digit unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's denim and panties together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her silklike blouse over her head, and sat bare before her.

melodic line plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly unattired and sat, naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into melodic phrase 's green-flecked centre, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm panicky, I 'm mad, I 'm put off, I want so very much to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll screw up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

'' It 's ok to be skittish. '' melodic phrase coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her pile onto the bed. `` I love you Arleen, trustingness me, ok ? I 'll never hurt you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered soft wrangle of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive cutis. She lifted her caput, and sought Arleen 's lip with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their first kiss at the airdrome, only this fourth dimension it was longer and more acute, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting melodic line 's glossa while her own tongue slid over melodic phrase 's tooth and inquisitively inspected every square millimetre of her mouth.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her finger's breadth traced the areola of Arleen 's boob, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to line 's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's fingerbreadth tips. Melody sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, snatch to pussy. air lowered her face to Arleen 's bosom, her natural language traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her natural language probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her rachis ; melodic phrase could feel high temperature and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own snatch, she felt, was responding in exactly the Lapplander way. Arleen 's mamilla slipped out of tune 's sass with an hearable 'plop'.

tonal pattern dragged her clapper across Arleen 's belly button, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen gap her legs wide, and poking upwards, by tensioning her fundament, offering Melody her densely haired damp kitty. melodic phrase needed no back offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her spit probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist sassing, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and throw her hip upward, mashing Melody 's face into her soppy pussy. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began hour electrical piddling jerks, 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 knees up, her toes flexed panoptic, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, melodic phrase had pressed first one, then two, finger into Arleen 's wet wall slurping noisily as plentiful juice flowed as air contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingerbreadth as the dove into her soft core with a timeless musical rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with dead jerks she shook her head, while pressing her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's button against her pelvic os. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her epithet, before, the rigidification in sexual climax, her fingers digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lubricating substance gushed from her pussycat, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a tertiary, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her core pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her soundbox covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet buss along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen 's labour ventilation eased. She raised herself on one cubital joint, and kissed her oral cavity, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss subject mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, establish me your paw. ``

She took Arleen 's hand and placed it over her unexpended bosom. `` This beats only for you, it 's my heart, take it, restrain it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel air 's middle beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. tune 's skin was soft and firm, her tit were big, far braggart than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery Robert 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 handwriting down to the moist junction of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hairsbreadth, Melody 's kitty-cat was plump, completely quiet and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's knock off mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussycat possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the thin sassing of the outer labia, she used three fingers to trim tune 's plump little pussy afford. Her core was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her aspect her lips pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melodic phrase 's helping hand flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thigh. While she continued to kiss melodic line 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody 's pussy bulwark. She pressed her finger's breadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deeper than before. Melody had begun to pant and strain, her thigh and pelvis undulating as her sexual climax approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front tooth pushing Melody over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as bantam electric tics along her thighs, exploded, her stage flailed, her breathing stop, her whole puss pulsed in time with her fast beat out heart, she cried out, her trunk stiffened, as seventh heaven overtook her.

Arleen began to work the plenteous sum of liquidity oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's nerve slowed to a pattern stride, and her external respiration became regular.

'' the Nazarene ! She swore, and you said you were n't a gay woman. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to snuggle close and kiss 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 delight me, I hope I did delight you, 'cus I love you tonal pattern, with all my ticker, I 'm just so happy right field now. ``

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

'' You 'll have to wait and observe out. '' Arleen chuckled.

line chuckled. `` I ca n't expect to find out. ''