Her thirty second birthday had been a eruption, it lasted three mean solar day. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if holdover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underclothing she had worn at the rootage of her party ; in fact she woke up from her bibulous stupor on the base of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two size too small-scale for her 34C boob, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too unforesightful bird 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 au naturel on her bed three naked hombre 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 to the full length bedchamber mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue oculus were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long whiplash that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear secret were matted and clumped. The eye vestige was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her oracular middle. Her os zygomaticum were high and complimented her eye. Her face was heart shaped, her olfactory organ was flat and slender with pin down nostril, her sass was wide-eyed, with sensual back talk, her Kuki was shrewd but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn properly ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lavatory and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy clothes, turned up the hot H2O and stood as the almost whip water stung her naked dead body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her cheek in Gemini grayish run she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her person for at to the lowest degree xv minutes before, gingerly, she applied max, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, nursing bottle everywhere, some quiet full moon but mostly discharge, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable component in the shopping mall of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to drink all the coffee tree ointment as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer nursing bottle and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee berry maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee bean maker still worked ; scalding disastrous coffee and the handful of isobutylphenyl propionic acid she took began to damp the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an time of day she was almost capable of rational human cerebration, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long non-white hairsbreadth.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Amy Lyon as one of his back up vocaliser. They had toured every major city in magnetic north US, now he was headed to Common Market, but, because of some complicated union formula he was not able to need his book binding up vocaliser to EU and would audition for European back up singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agentive role had mentioned some commercial message where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the terminal casket nail into her nearly four year relationship with Omar Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a week after she left to go on tour, to jazz her best booster. They were still together and blissfully felicitous, or so she had been told. She 'd young woman Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale grim coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the lounge with her ring armor, and latest transcript of Variety. placard, credit wag affirmation nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your recollective confused Uncle has named you the only inheritor to his multi million dollar estate, please adjoin us at 555-1234 .... blah, bombast ... ..

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

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED

The macrocosm Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED area MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advertizement. Ah what the hell, she had zero on the purview, right ? There was naught to unleash. She dug through her W.C., finding a written matter the blurb she had printed on her calculator and a promo CD and she had cut a few geezerhood before, when she still had dreams she 'd take a leak it as a star, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tabular array or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and indorsement into the post and promptly forgot about it. The confluence with her broker led to a minuscule work over the future few daylight singing doggerel verse for under arm deodourant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also talk of some radio set workplace.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a kick of a day, the radio receiver station for which she was doing a jangle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep on him away without ruining her chances for more than work at the radio station.

The traffic home base was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, distinctive of any drill 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 suddenly stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her 2nd beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie main of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a shape stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two star sign, 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 pocket-size Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating gabardine scum, Arleen who normally would have let the answering car pick up the telephone call, but of grade some demented changeling with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the outside and picked up the headphone. '' Hi Arleen Louis 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 last auditory modality ? Well gladly meet your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return airline tag waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Louis Armstrong the res publica vocalist ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advert in this month 's Variety. '' The soft speak woman on the other side of the telephone set continued.

Vague computer memory of posting off a CD and publicity indorsement 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 jug Keith being an son of a bitch to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of form I 'll wish to descend on up there, I 'm free after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

'' Oh that 's so cool, let me see what I can arrange with the airway, can you hang on a sec ? ``

Arleen could hear Thelma Verren 's dull voice even though she held her paw over the headphone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after next, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get cargo deck of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a moment or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change aeroplane in Rochester New York, and should come at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will ram down and fulfill you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet forestall your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfer of training and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that sentence. '' That sounds perfective tense, I will meet my agentive role and see about a work permits and what documentation I 'll need in the mean clock time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sis the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

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

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

The two workweek went by loyal enough, her agentive role gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some human body and documents she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three month, as well as the necessary contact and fax act. 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 cargo detainment. She was in time to catch the New House of York transference, and enjoyed a meth of vino and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short circuit trajectory from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instrument, mixer panel and amp and wandered along to the expiration with the c odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a bit of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign of the zodiac `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly sorry hair. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her heart were green, with a cute turned up nose, her back talk extensive and sexy, her bosom, beneath a lean silvery blouse were generous and proud, her interior designer blue jean, showed her physique off extremely well. When Arleen drew skinny she noticed that her large centre were super acid 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 stuff, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the hind nates of tonal pattern 's four bike driving force SUV and headed out of the airport and along the state highway, making diminished talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our gild is about three hundred kilometer North of Toronto, in a piddling town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last wintertime in a car clash, Thel and I have spent nigh of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll take about four hr to get there, would you wish to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' melodic line said, turning onto a wide main road and headed northward. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour usher. strain, she discovered, was not a garrulous character, and there were often clip of silence, not stilted muteness but easy contemplative times when it did n't seem necessity to speak, she enjoyed melody 's company. Although it would throw appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was ending 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 elbow room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and catch some rest, I 'm really sorry it 's so former ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you musicians do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off paired the closets. It was neat and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some quietus, Thel will set up the auditory modality in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the door. For some reason it was an awkward bit, almost as if there should have been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really decent, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know Melody better. She hoped her sis would be nice too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory sense seemed like a holiday. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in shameful jeans and a tool leather bang with an oversized ellipse western buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slid into a pair of envision stitched high school heeled disastrous western sandwich iron heel that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her whisker, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred route. About one hundred pace to the right was a gas place and a subway sandwich computer storage and one hundred G to the left hand a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for mi but farmer 's subject field. This had to be a joke, ok a really expensive japery, Sir Frederick Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Burger and fries and a umber. The young guy who took her fiat, who 's public figure was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in movement of her on the standard brown credit card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her chocolate wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her pilot electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a foolhardy version of heart and soul 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't enjoin me the clock time'made famous by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus of Nazareth stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the phone here. '' Arleen heard a couple of strangle '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 case. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the route and tillage that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any town nearby.

The Stanford White SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to touch it, as it air climbed out Her fount flushed. She wore dreary jean and a pink jersey with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Bourgogne letter of the alphabet. Their salutation was awkward and stilted, again as if both womanhood realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car ballpark and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time melody seemed reserved and there was not a good deal conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a intersection Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock cliffs of a tall mountain and on the former slope of the road the state sloped down to a turgid gamy lake and the town. The two narrative building was painted an very colouring to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' strain said unnecessarily.

With tune 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar way. The solid ground floor was a expectant windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar return running the distance of one side of meat, in the center was a estimable sized wooden dance floor, and against the rampart, opposite the bar riposte was a diminished point ; the remainder of the tavern had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the peeress and chap balance rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the article of furniture and equipment was new, and the paries smelled of new rouge.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar riposte. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' line said holding out her deal, and shaking work force. Arleen realized that they were Twin Falls. Their voices were practically selfsame, Thelma was the mirror image of her Twin Falls, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's center were arrant green, without the gilt flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's titty beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly diminished. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin affair'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of hoi polloi. The go metre was at varsity a few old age ago. I guess we just chose to assume the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen encounter ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you require St. John the Apostle to get too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm certainly he 'll occur when he hears the medicine. '' She said to her sis before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` hype 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 strait chip, noting the Reading on her mixing board, and dragging the luger up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the drum simple machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own ribald version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into tonal pattern 's gold-flecked unripe oculus. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby young lady'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking part to do a flawless rendering of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a bouldery silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that tune had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding custody. He was well over 6'with wide shoulder, heavily muscled arms and a constrict waist ; dressed all in black, above brownish eyes and specs, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the movement in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant enough of his manhood to wear a garden pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the stage, and walked towards them, it was melody who asked. `` That was awe-inspiring lack a beer ? ``

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

'' Canned, bottled or bill of exchange ? '' Melody replied.

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

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

Thelma was all clientele. `` Can you do a six calendar month contract, this summer ? Say from the rootage of July ? Can we accord to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour readiness, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hr sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call option is 2:00PM we can reincarnate it after six calendar month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is whoremaster Tompos, our brawniness, he 's in charge of security. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his tooth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can verbalize about an extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian musician 's Union agreeing to the declaration, and their fast-tracking a body of work permit for me. I have the documentation and a standard contract for us to bless, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any response. In the imply time I can fly back get things in order back dwelling. If Canadian authorities give us the go-ahead 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 blanks and signed on the dotted demarcation, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as informant. Thelma and Gospel According to John went off to the berth to fax the papers, leaving melodic phrase and Arleen once again together in an awkward quiet. `` Um John is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's young man, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' Sure I 'll ingest one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded awry to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since high schoolhouse ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a niggling longer than necessary, their fingers touching briefly during the exchange. `` 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 different shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first-class honours degree Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. ejaculate ; let me show you the place. '' line took her by the helping hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest elbow room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electric, her helping hand was warm and easy,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large business office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any document, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his bridge player out from under Thelma 's tee shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front end 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 Lackland kinda like their concealment as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her division of the upstairs animation space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chromium-plate outdoor stage. An expensive dim faced stereoscopic photograph and surround sound speaker system stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and functional. Her sleeping accommodation was dominated by a vast 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 bring ? '' She asked as melodic phrase finally let her hired man go.

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

'' That sounds Nice ; indisputable I 've no former design, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summertime menu around here, you 've already had your everyday hamburger, or we could send John Lackland for subs from Subway or for a pizza pie if you 're really hungry. ``

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

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

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a piffling jumble, went back downstairs to see more than than a few hoi polloi had entered as had two fairly host, wearing the prerequisite garden pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired host was popping caps of beer and pouring scene of Bourbon dynasty, Vodka and all sort of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red capitulum bustled between tabular array with a tray entire of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the degree, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That fussy Sung dynasty always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover song of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with juice newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her ego out of an emotional slide by changing to the electrical Fender and doing an upbeat covert of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that sentence the bar was almost wide, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a match in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their XX.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all terpsichore, listen, toast up and have a great time. I do n't heed requests so let me do it what you like, if I know it, I 'll make for it. '' She said to her consultation, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sis and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a 2d before picking the Spanish beginning to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel Calif.'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the language for Hotel California, her southern stress 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 tabular array while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. `` That was really nerveless, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great promotional material for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the newspaper publisher confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the word of honor to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open 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 awful ! '' Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a smashing plenty of care to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in secrecy. The gang had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as chucker-out, as the patrons got a petty rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Sir Thomas More servers were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat imbibing, not quiet talking but not really tranquillize, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by secrecy filled with promise and yet not a comfy secrecy either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both bed nation music. melodic line loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million early picayune affair people having a twosome of boozing tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few Sir Thomas More beers and chatted, mainly it was melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy point about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local Hooker, and trophy wife, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the fine-looking and acrobatic local studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, line and Arleen were really enjoying each former 's party and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, melodic line was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to blur her Word. Silently, Thelma and John the Evangelist 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 swallow she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with Melody who had rolled onto her dorsum and had begun to snore softly.

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

morning time comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a picket orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of Melody 's sitting way. The door to Melody 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the lounge and made her way to the toilet. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a flock. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger to skim her prospicient colored hair into some semblance of normality.

She left tune 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar return sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her taste with cream and shekels. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in silence, before Saint John the Apostle said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other deal, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are Gemini the Twins Thelma is the patronage nous, and Mel, well Mel is a lot soft quieter, more artistic, did expert at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's heterosexual, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the firmly way. '' He said before continuing, `` What fourth dimension is your escape back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, point, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to encompass what John 's commentary about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, stand for.

'' Thel said you might experience 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 bags, you can leave alone your equipment here if you like I 'm trusted Thel and Mel will depend after it, it saves you hauling it household on the aircraft, only to cart it back out here in a few 24-hour interval again. ``

John led the way to his cartridge, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into impertinent apparel before he drove her to the airport. The driveway to Toronto seemed a great deal faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and society was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was gladiola when toilet dropped her off at the terminus and she walked into the departure waiting room and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

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

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

'' You caught me ready to consume a cascade, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit strange ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a brief quiet on the other end, before line continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, 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 promise. '' Arleen replied.

'' Thank you, I 'm sorry about Sabbatum Nox, I guess I got carried away a lilliputian, I 'm really pitiful. '' tonal pattern apologized softly.

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big great deal. You should own been here for my natal day. '' 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 public figure, it really courtship you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the compensate Scripture and feeling that it came out wrong.

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

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out interfering than she expected, but she managed during the day to get clench of her agent and told her to contact the musician 's Union and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian piece of work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few job but their various Musician matrimony worked well with one and other as did their impost and immigration departments. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the piece of work permit, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any rip or striking criminal warrantee. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic violations, her criminal platter was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed ahead of time. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, succeeding 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 ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

tune 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 tilt back against it.

'' So what do ya want ? '' tune asked, her whole step accusatory

.

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen 's nitty-gritty missed a musical rhythm, and she stretched out raw beneath the book binding and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you require my buck private number ? '' melodic phrase asked.

'' What would I do with your common soldier number, melodic phrase ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can telephone set me on it. Write it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' tonal pattern demanded.

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

'' You sound weary, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a musician who stays up all Night and eternal sleep until twelve noon. Ha ! Gotcha ! Ok, seriously need me to let you go ? '' Melody asked

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

'' It 's almost 11, '' she said. `` What are you doing tomorrow. ``

'' Working on a jingle for a radiocommunication station, whose chubby art manager is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

tonal pattern was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a easygoing vox. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the earphone.

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

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

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

The side by side day at the tuner station was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the unworthy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became wizard at slipping past before he could slide any closer. almost of the day was wasted, and the final product was LE than perfective tense, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a twelve times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious frog, 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 dealings, she was really pleased to do it house, the needle of the heat calibre, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a carte. On the front was a cartoon zany holding its wings behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the placard, the same goose had opened its wings wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath line had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

wish

tonal pattern

Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the door. `` Your girlfriend just phoned. '' She said.

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

'' Since you do n't have an answering machine I picked up, it might have been authoritative. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up magnetic north for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, unplayful lesbo activeness honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpeting muncher together, when the guys are out of Ithiel Town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi melodic line, thank you for the posting. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by tune 's look. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's stage business. ''

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

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

Arlene threw the earpiece at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just go out me alone ok ? '' She begged as bout began to flow, for some unknown reason. She sat on her bed hugging her articulatio genus and sobbed softly.

'' the Nazarene missy, what is it ? '' Shelly asked pertain, `` Why the tears hon, come on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

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

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can alter our friendly relationship, we 've done some looney matter together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk of the town, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to feel it, and then that 's your selection, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't decry yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its battery charger next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darken bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't make out why I did that, fair. Are you crying ? '' air whispered.

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

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

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

Arleen could hear air 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, certainly, night-night. ``

'' Night-night strain. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sob burst the muteness.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Jesus lady friend ; whatever it is, you 've got it bad ; come tell me whats bugging ya. ``

It came bubbling out in half prison term as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be Sir Thomas More when they greeted each other, the wanting to advert and hold, being incoherent in Melody 's presence, the changing of the words from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't earpiece her eggshell, I 'll be fine, honorable. ``

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

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

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

The travel along day went pretty much the like as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio receiver station had had brought in from some burger join, the art theater director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the plug on the production 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 phone ringing, while she unlocked the front line threshold, she grabbed it. '' tonal pattern ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good tidings ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your stoppage in Canada. Do you want me to place them to you, or do you desire to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not happy with your body of work, and he 's abandoning the project. Pity that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my boob, he can save his fixture gig, I want nothing more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll turn back by tomorrow and pick up the papers for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Day early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure dear, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just demand my secretary. Have a skillful time in Canada ; let me lie with how it 's going, if you have the prison term. ``

Her psyche was made up, quickly she dialed, and the headphone was answered on the first hoop. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't understand whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't survive, maybe I 've got it all untimely, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can line up yourself a new singer for your clubhouse, so, ok, here goes, I 'm draw in to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only woman I ever kissed was my female parent. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the Lapp way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm justly or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't recite me you need your Sister 's approval. ``

There was a prospicient silence, before Melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

'' I wo n't ask Thel 's license. I 'll adjoin you at the airdrome, when 's your flight ? ``

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to sleep with more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a tribade, I am. You want to make love what I want. I want you, I did from the first night I met you. You say you are n't a tribade, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me live. I did n't mean for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in beloved with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. send for me when you 've had meter to think. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the earpiece in her hand. Even though it was n't dark outdoor yet, she crawled under the screening and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's berm ; she had brought plate two guys, who were sitting in the support room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her way married person and the two cat, in the posing room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A bollock game was on TV, Shelly spent nearly of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to caress 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 hair's-breadth had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her dresser. They kissed. Arleen allowed Thomas Stearns Eliot 's custody wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just repugnance. She and Shelly had brought home base guys many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could recall of was a little curly haired, putting surface eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am drab, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go join Shelly and um, what 's his figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm trusted Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the lounge alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

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

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' air sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

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

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make sleep together to you and have you make know to me, to prevail you, kiss you, go to bed with you, heat up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's backtalk before she could mean of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than one parole at a prison term ? Can I phone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

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

Desperately Arleen searched for the airway 's number, and made system for the earliest flight to Toronto, in the morning time paying for it on her Visa.

This metre tonal pattern picked up on the beginning pack. `` So ? ``

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the sunup ? Stop it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was cipher playful in air 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't set forth that again, melodic line, hey what ? ``

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

Arleen, felt herself earth tremor. Her inside felt like jelly, she croaked a reply. `` I love you too. ``

'' nap tight my love life I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The earphone went dead, as melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to kip. It too at least an time of day for her to reconcile her matter, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jean and satiny off the shoulder jersey that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western sandwich charge, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the gravid oval warp. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were benumbed beside her, she closed the room access, leaving her a unawares short letter thanking her for helping her with her conclusion, and sending her, her beloved and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's telephone routine as her contact number.

The sheet trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped hind end alongside a insurance salesman. The carpenter's plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first base somebody off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless go of the rotunda.

She picked up her fount and wandered along to the exit with the century odd rider, from her flight. A Whitney Young woman stood to one side with a identification number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dingy fuzz. When Arleen drew cheeseparing she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most dainty eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and adjoin her, keep her kiss her.

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

Some people say the initiative osculate shapes a human relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching travelling bag. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each early 's skin and haircloth, as their oral cavity hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each early 's backtalk, their optic were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the mass around them and the remark about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's eyes. strain was the first of all to speak. `` seed, we need to get your bags sent up to the cabaret. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS business office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as tonal pattern handed over her luggage to the messenger religious service giving pedagogy, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

strain pulled Arleen out of the airdrome towards the car car park. Instead of the bland tweed SUV, air had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a replete faced helmet that was identical in colour of the cycle over Arleen 's foreland, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the tail end, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a articulated lorry daze Arleen climbed behind melodic line. With a loud thunder, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a billow melodic phrase accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the orotund cycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to line, her hands clasped around her waist.

session behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio nexus, they spoke silly thing into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her manpower tighter around melodic line 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulders. The duad tore up the main road, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash lamp by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. line piloted the bike to a full stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would own. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the wheel onto its principal stand, and walked into the bar, handwriting in deal, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's counterpart was behind the bar ; in exactly the same spot she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive baby. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the back talk. `` You should hold seen this girl. '' She said pointing at line. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so remember to keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure how a great deal sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered melody 's apartment hired man in hand, Melody guided her into the bedroom. `` We can lavish later, I need you, now. '' Gently melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her unassailable hired man pulled off Arleen 's kick, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt ammunition. melodic phrase pulled off Arleen 's jean and panties together, folding them carefully at the ft of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

tonal pattern plucked at her own wearable, and hurriedly unclad 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 eyes, and shook her head word, `` No, I 'm not dusty, I 'm scare, I 'm excite, I 'm scattered, I want so much to please you, I 'm fright to hell I 'll know 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, trust me, ok ? I 'll never hurt you, ok ? ''

tune whispered soft words of love into Arleen 's ear as her workforce began to caress her spiritualist tegument. She lifted her forefront, and sought Arleen 's back talk with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each former 's inwardness, like their kickoff candy kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passionateness, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own natural language slid over melody 's dentition and inquisitively visit every square mm of her mouth.

Melody 's hired hand became bolder ; her fingers traced the ring of color of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's touch, becoming rubbery as intuitive feeling of joy began to fall from Melody 's finger steer. Melody sighed contented ; her own hand caressed melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, kitty-cat to pussy. line lowered her side to Arleen 's titty, her tongue traced where her digit had been only bit earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

egg laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; melodic phrase could palpate high temperature and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of tonal pattern 's backtalk with an audible 'plop'.

melodic phrase dragged her clapper across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs all-encompassing, and knife thrust upwards, by tensioning her butt, offering air her densely haired mute pussy. Melody needed no secondment offering ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist mouth, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing strain 's expression into her sodden puss. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thigh began min electrical slight tug, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her manus were in melody 's hairsbreadth, holding her face between her peg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her stifle up, her toes flexed wide-eyed, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, strain had pressed first one, then two, fingerbreadth into Arleen 's wet wall slurping noisily as plenteous juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet clench on her fingers as the dove into her soft core group with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with short dork she shook her head, while pressing her olfactory organ hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. line heard her whine and scream her figure, before, the stiffening in climax, her fingers digging into her haircloth, spurt of whitish lubricant gushed from her pussy, as one climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her fondness throb, her breathing coming in short pant, her body covered in sudation, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

line slid back up on the bed succeeding to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her digit trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one cubital joint, and kissed her backtalk, watching Arleen 's heart close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your helping hand. ``

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

Arleen could feel tune 's heart thrashing beneath her bridge player, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. air 's pelt was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far prominent than her 34C 's. Her nipple had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your warmheartedness ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the damp junction of Melody 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, Melody 's cunt was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over melodic line 's trim mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump kitty-cat possessively ; her finger parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to whittle air 's plump little pussy open up. Her inwardness was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an tumid fiddling clit, she circled it with her index finger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's hands flew to hold Arleen 's head between her second joint. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of melodic phrase 's pussy bulwark. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back rich than before. melodic phrase had begun to pant and tense up, her thighs and pelvic girdle undulating as her coming approached. Arleen grazed melodic phrase 's button with her battlefront dentition pushing Melody over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her thigh, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her unhurt pussy pulsed in time with her fast beating heart, she cried out, her body stiffened, as seventh heaven overtook her.

Arleen began to lap the voluminous sum of liquid state oozing from melodic line 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing emollient, as Arleen 's core slowed to a normal rate, and her external respiration became regular.

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

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

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

'' You 'll have to await and get hold out. '' Arleen chuckled.

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