Her thirty secondly birthday had been a bam, it lasted three Clarence Day. She could n't think the last twenty four hr 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 come up the underwear she had worn at the first of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the story of her sleeping room in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two sizes too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too short-circuit skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three au naturel guy cable were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! fountainhead actually thirty two and two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower drab eyes were bloodshot and the palpebra puffy, the long eyelash that shrouded them, normally making her oculus appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arch above her oracular eyes. Her cheekbones were eminent and complimented her eyes. Her face was centre shaped, her nose was square and slender with narrow down nostrils, her lip was wide, with sensual backtalk, her chin was needlelike but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn flop ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lav and managed to stumble into the exhibitor without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm piss cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water supply and stood as the almost scalding water stung her au naturel body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her face in twin grayish streamlet she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water supply soothe her soul for at least 15 transactions before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her tooth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, nursing bottle everywhere, some calm full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her answering auto had been destroyed by some lunatic with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to drink all the coffee ointment as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it publicise except for three empty beer bottles and half a nursing bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to fuddle her burnt umber black, she went about the elaborate task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the umber Jehovah still worked ; scalding black umber and the smattering of Advil she took began to deaden the dull pounding behind her optic. Within an minute she was almost capable of rational human thought, and dim-witted coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday belt ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every John Roy Major city in North United States of America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated uniting rule he was not able to take his backrest up singers to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial where she might be able to get her an auditory modality for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final casket nail into her nearly four class relationship with Omar Nelson Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a week after she left to go on tour, to eff her best champion. They were still together and blissfully felicitous, or so she had been told. She 'd omit Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest transcript of variety. banknote, acknowledgment card statements goose egg of interestingness, no Hi Arleen your long confused Uncle has named you the only inheritor to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... blah, blah ... ..

She refilled her java 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 ad :

rural area Singer NEEDED

The human beings Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED body politic MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the pit, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to unleash. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the endorsement she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreams she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tables or taking off your clothes for a bread and butter, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the post and promptly forgot about it. The confluence with her broker led to a picayune piece of work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodourant and dog food, which helped pay the tear and restocked their run through refrigerator. There was also public lecture of some radio work.

A workweek later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a beef of a day, the radio station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was unretentive and corpulent ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep open him away without ruining her fortune for to a greater extent employment at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a unretentive stretch as a replacement in a musical comedy, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneaker and just opened her minute beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a dig at Natalie Mains of The Confederate States of America Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working remains, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his winner had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a diminished Caribbean Sea island, they still considered themselves White River trash.

The speech sound interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering simple machine pick up the call, but of course of action some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the telephone set. '' 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 sense of hearing ? Well gladly forgather your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can take in a regaining airline slate waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the country vocalizer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advert in this calendar month 's mixed bag. '' The soft spoken woman on the other position of the phone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's decently, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an arsehole to Natalie main on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll like to get on up there, I 'm relinquish after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday nighttime or Saturday dayspring, if that suites you ? ``

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

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

After a second or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri Night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change carpenter's plane in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My Sister will repulse down and meet you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your figure and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and hooey, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agent and see about a work permit and what support I 'll postulate in the base time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

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

The two weeks went by flying enough, her Agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and papers she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three months, as well as the necessity contact and fax number. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the rails. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the payload grasp. She was in sentence to watch the New House of York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her tool, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the release with the one C odd passenger, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a figure of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in 1920s with curly glum hair. She was abruptly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her center were William Green, with a cute turned up intrude, her rim all-inclusive and sexy, her dope, beneath a fragile silvery blouse were generous and gallant, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large eyes were green and flecked with gold and her skin unmutilated 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. Can I aid you with your poppycock, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and former equipment in the back seat of Melody 's four steering wheel drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along the pike, making small-scale 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.

'' wellspring we 're a little off the beaten track, our golf club is about three hundred klick Frederick North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died final winter in a car clash, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the post up to code. It 'll take about four hr to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' strain continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed compass north. She pointed out versatile landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a racy and animated enlistment usher. tonal pattern, she discovered, was not a talkative character, and there were often fourth dimension of secretiveness, not stilted silence but easy contemplative times when it did n't seem necessary to utter, she enjoyed Melody 's party. Although it would own 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 Elwyn Brooks 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 sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the tryout. 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 diametric the closets. It was keen and clean house, and far bettor than some of the suite she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some quietus, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' tonal pattern said while walking out the door. For some grounds it was an clumsy here and now, almost as if there should induce been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, melodic phrase seemed really squeamish, it was foreign, she felt she had to get to know tune good. She hoped her sister would be nice too, it would be good to get out of capital of Tennessee for a piece, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a vacation. These thought soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in grim denim and a tool leather belt with an oversized oval western buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slip into a twosome of go for stitched high heeled Black person horse opera boots that matched her knock ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her whisker, before venturing out. It was a daze. The temperature was closemouthed to 100 grade. The Birchacres Motel was just off a longsighted straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich depot and one hundred yards to the left a MacDonald 's, and nil else to see for miles but granger 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a chocolate. The young guy who took her parliamentary law, 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 criterion brownness credit card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the month, verified by his picture 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 seat at the gas bar ? She asked Dave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She opened the pall and sat on the bed looking at the route and farmland that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any township nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to assemble it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jeans and a pinkish tee shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both cleaning lady realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the cover. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not lots conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few international nautical mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the augury, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the independent road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock candy drop-off of a tall mount and on the other side of the route the land sloped down to a prominent aristocratic lake and the Town. The two level building was painted an selfsame people of color to the cliff. `` We 're here. '' melodic line said unnecessarily.

With strain 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The dry land floor was a declamatory windowless air conditioned square way with an oaken bar counter running the duration of one side, in the nerve centre was a safe sized wooden dance storey, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a small level ; the rest of the tap house had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents respite room, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter. She must let moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' line said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were similitude. Their spokesperson were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror effigy of her Gemini, but there were subtle divergence, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were virginal super acid, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on nigh inspection, Thelma 's tit beneath the pinko emblazoned Rosécliffs tap house tee shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

'' 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 last time was at first team a few days ago. I guess we just chose to get into the Same matter today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you set to hear Arleen playact ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want John to number too ? '' tune asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few speech sound hitch, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the yellow-bellied terrapin up a little until the clippings were registering adept and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's 'Redneck adult female'and followed up with her own ribald adaptation of warmheartedness 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` looney '' all the fourth dimension looking into Melody 's gold-flecked green heart. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby female child'Finally she chose the pilot again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would sustain sworn she had just sung it.

There was a granitelike silence from the hearing 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 shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waistline ; dressed all in black, above brown eye and specs, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front end in burgundy. He looked toughened and intimate enough of his humanity to wear a pinko baseball cap.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' line said, holding out a dewy cold nursing bottle. '' It 's colder than the draft. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature caliber on the swig tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business sector. `` Can you do a six calendar month contract, this summer ? Say from the first of July ? Can we harmonize to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one hour hardening, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Fri and Saturday ? Three to four one hr set from 10.00 PM depending on sum of money of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last cry is 2:00PM we can regenerate it after six months if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in thrill of certificate. '' She said, punching him ham-handed on his tremendous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can tattle about an extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a piece of work permit for me. I have the support and a standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any answers. In the mean clip I can fly back get things in order back dwelling. If Canadian River potency give us the green light I can be here prepare 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 constellate dividing line, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as spectator. Thelma and John went off to the situation to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an sticky secretiveness. `` Um John is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' for certain I 'll stimulate one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since high school ...

Melody popped the summit off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The rally took a lilliputian farseeing 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 unlike dark glasses of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign up you after we heard the first base Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. semen ; let me show you the station. '' Melody took her by the hired hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the relaxation suite before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electrical, her hand was warm and gentle,

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

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

Her flat was spacious, everything was new, the sitting elbow room was furnished with a Burgundy wine leather entourage, and an acoustical guitar was set to one side on a chrome standstill. An expensive black faced stereo and surround strait speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and john were neat and operational. Her bedchamber was dominated by a Brobdingnagian bed. Altogether it was orderly and fresh. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you roleplay ? '' She asked as air finally let her bridge player go.

melodic phrase chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh noble ! It 's six already, would you like to delay here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to cling out tonight, perhaps take in supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and Saint John the Apostle ? '' She stammered.

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

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

'' Salad and ice pick sounds hone, necessitate any supporter getting it ready ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll lease it down to the bar, and bring the two love birds down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars 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 little confused, went back downstairs to observe Sir Thomas More than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the requirement garden pink Rosécliffs tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon dynasty, Vodka and all sort of spirits as fasting as she could, while a pretty red brain bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stagecoach, picked up her Hohner and began the touching 'Travelin Soldier'. That finicky birdsong always made her feel variety of black bile and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the shadow'. She followed it with Juice N 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her ego out of an aroused sloping trough by changing to the electric Fender and doing an well-being cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost replete, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and XL and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summertime, so ya'all dance, listen, imbibe up and have a great time. I do n't mind requests so let me hump what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a mesa where her babe and can the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her dog a sec before picking the Spanish offset to the eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southerly accent making it intelligent like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the point and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside air and polar Thelma and John the Divine. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't requirement, but it 'll be great publicity for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the newspaper confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you spread 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 awesome ! '' melodic phrase gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great deal of tending to her salad.

When the meal was finished, King John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to meet his duties as chucker-out, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more servers were on obligation they were getting swamped. tonal pattern grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quiet, sporadic outburst of conversation, followed by secrecy filled with hope and yet not a well-to-do secrecy either, both girls realized something was poor. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved land music. Melody loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million former little things people having a yoke of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

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

It was way after 11:00, strain and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, air was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her can and began to slur her quarrel. Silently, Thelma and Gospel According to John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my babe dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or harbor her licker, for that matter, 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 Melody who had rolled onto her binding and had begun to saw logs softly.

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

Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a picket orange, Arleen woke up to bright sun streaming through the open pall of strain 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the sofa and made her way to the bath. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a passel. Hastily she washed her grimace and used her fingerbreadth to skim her hanker drab hair into some semblance of normality.

She left tonal pattern 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see Gospel According to John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale hard drink she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in muteness, before trick said, `` Do n't recall badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other mitt, well, she can fuddle me under the prorogue any day. Although they are Twins Thelma is the business mental capacity, and Mel, well Mel is a lot gentle quieter, more artistic, did better at schoolhouse too. Then there 's that Thelma 's heterosexual person, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the severe way. '' He said before continuing, `` What clock time is your flight of stairs back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should tamp my affair and get out of here, after cobbler's last nighttime I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to embrace what John 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, have in mind.

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summertime, so surely, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave alone your equipment here if you like I 'm certain Thel and Mel will await after it, it saves you hauling it dwelling on the aircraft, only to drag it back out here in a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. again. ``

John led the way to his getaway, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the aerodrome. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because lav drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with tune, and she was gladiola when John dropped her off at the depot and she walked into the leaving lounge and had arrived for her escape a well two hours early.

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

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

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

There was a brief silence on the early end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep back you then ; no I 'm all right, I hope that you are still coming here, Saint John 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 Saturday nighttime, I guess I got carried away a trivial, I 'm really sad. '' melodic line apologized softly.

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

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

'' I love your name, it really lawsuit you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it severely to say the good Son and feeling that it came out wrong.

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

'' Night-night melodic phrase, 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 hold of her agent and told her to adjoin the Musician 's Union and severalise them she was going to function in Canada for six month and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few problems but their respective instrumentalist Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration departments. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the study permit, and was told she should hold it within a few days, barring any snag or outstanding felon warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic infringement, her reprehensible disk was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to fawn into bed former. She could see Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaky 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 ? ''

'' air ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

'' Uh huh, that 's on-key '' she replied.

She was quiet for a import, and Arleen could project her grinning.

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

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

Arleen 's pith missed a beat, and she stretched out raw beneath the covers and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` melodic phrase sighed.

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

'' Do you want my common soldier number ? '' tune asked.

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

'' You can phone me on it. Write it down, dumbbell, 705-555- 3423 '' Melody 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, '' melodic phrase commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

tune was tranquillize for a moment, and then she said in a soft voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

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

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

The side by side day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the unworthy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past tense before he could slide any closer. most of the day was wasted, and the net product was less than perfect, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen fourth dimension, Arleen was just about to let him experience it, when the odious anuran, 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 make it home, the needle of the heating plant bore, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a circuit card. On the forepart was a cartoon twat holding its flank behind its spine, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Saame goose had opened its annex across-the-board the posting read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed merging you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the room access. `` 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 motorcar I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah girlfriend ! Some melodic phrase chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo activity beloved. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could own played carpeting muncher together, when the guy rope are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

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

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

Arlene threw the phone at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as split began to flow, for some unnamed reasonableness. She sat on her bed hugging her stifle and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus young lady, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the tears hon, occur on, recite me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat following to her and stroked her farsighted nighttime fuzz. '' 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 racing shell, I just dunno I am so confound right now, just let me slumber, ok ? '' she asked her protagonist softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, zero can change our friendship, we 've done some crazy affair together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just make out this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to witness it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girlfriend, 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 telephone set back on its charger next to the bed and closed the room access behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

half an time of day later Arleen was still on her back, her eyes red and sore, the sound rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen could take heed Melody choking up on the other end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' promise ? ``

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

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

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in one-half prison term as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be to a greater extent when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in tonal pattern 's presence, the changing of the lyric from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eye. How beautiful she was, the unknown ache she had now that they were apart. The visiting 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 booby ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' fucking me daughter, what 's her identification number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

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

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the Lapplander, if not get the hell outta there, come home, and we 'll notice ya some cute chick to twinge, ok ?

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

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

The following day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a burger the wireless station had had brought in from some burger joint, the art theatre director managed slither his script briefly over her blouse a distich of clock time, before, pulling the plug 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 listen her phone vibrancy, while she unlocked the figurehead door, she grabbed it. '' tonal pattern ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her federal agent greeted her. `` I have estimable news ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you desire to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ William Tell me he 's not happy with your work, and he 's abandoning the task. Pity that could hold been a perm gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil glossy where he tried to grope my boobs, he can retain his regular gig, I want nothing more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pick up the text file for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the part, I 'll go forth them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just ask my secretary. accept a commodity time in Canada ; let me have intercourse how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her mind was made up, quickly she dialed, and the earpiece was answered on the first 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 Melody 's square reply.

'' My study license and visa are ready ; do you desire me to hail up in the first place ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this poop, ok ? I do n't understand whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signaling that do n't exist, 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 find yourself a new vocaliser for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only 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 sustain that I 'm right on or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your babe 's approval. ``

There was a long silence, before melodic line finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No melodic line, I want to a greater extent, I need to have a go at it, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to screw more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a gay woman, I am. You want to sleep with what I want. I want you, I did from the firstly night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in honey with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't stand for for this to happen, and I 'm lamentable, I want you to be in dear with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big matter, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than than flying up here to lick. I am ringing off now. name me when you 've had clock time to think. ``

There was quiet, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her hand. Even though it was n't dark outdoors yet, she crawled under the binding and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's articulatio humeri ; she had brought house two guy, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her haircloth, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some gargle, and joined her room mate and the two hombre, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission charge an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a agent. A Ball plot was on TV, Shelly spent nigh of the meter, 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 sleeping accommodation, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed George Eliot 's hands wander over her consistency ; she felt nothing, there was no foreplay at all, just horror. She and Shelly had brought home guys many clock time, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the like guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a abruptly curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's deal inside her drawers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hired man from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

She dialed, the speech sound was answered after the third anchor ring. `` Hi ''

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough time to think this through ? I do n't need you to stimulate on my account. '' melodic phrase asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to be intimate me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make bonk to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, ignite up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's rima oris before she could think of something smarting to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

This clock time Melody picked up on the low annulus. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to realize two could play monosyllabic word. `` Yeah ''

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what meter. '' strain chuckled playfully.

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

'' When in the first light ? contain it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nothing 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 exchange your idea on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' eternal sleep tight my making love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went all in, as strain clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to slumber. It too at least an minute for her to settle her personal business, and set a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new decorator jean and satiny off the shoulder tee shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western the boot, and cinched the matching whang around her trim waist with the large oval warp. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a curtly note thanking her for helping her with her conclusion, and sending her, her love life and gratitude, finally leaving tune 's telephone numeral as her impinging number.

The woodworking plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter keister alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first somebody off the planing machine. She breezed through custom and rushed to the depot, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the one C odd passengers, from her trajectory. A Loretta Young char stood to one incline with a number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a star sign `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in 1920s with a turned up nose and beautiful curly gloomy hair. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were crying in her large fleeceable, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and bear upon her, book her kiss her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the signal was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each former 's tegument and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other 's sass, their heart were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

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

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as tune handed over her baggage to the courier table service giving instructions, to overnight them to the clubhouse 's speech in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's paw go.

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

air fastened a full faced helmet that was superposable in colour of the wheel over Arleen 's straits, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semitrailer daze Arleen climbed behind melodic phrase. With a loud roar, the big locomotive under the fille fit into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the reciprocation, and skillfully maneuvered the large bicycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to strain, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the sleek top executive of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke cockamamy affair into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around air 's waistline, her head resting between, her articulatio humeri. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. tonal pattern piloted the bike to a stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the clock time a car would ingest. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in paw, their pilus flattened by their helmets.

melodic phrase 's Twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should have seen this girl. '' She said pointing at melodic line. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or slumber, so recall to keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure how lots sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

strain blushed, a bass red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and resolve in, I 'll ask her upstairs. You can chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered Melody 's apartment mitt in hand, Melody guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower down later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's charge, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. tonal pattern pulled off Arleen 's dungaree and panties together, folding them carefully at the metrical unit of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her heading, and sat naked before her.

Melody plucked at her own article of clothing, and hurriedly undressed and sat, au naturel, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into tonal pattern 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm terrified, I 'm emotional, I 'm confused, I want so very much to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

air whispered balmy words of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive peel. She lifted her drumhead, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's perfume, like their number 1 kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up heat, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own tongue slid over melodic phrase 's dentition and inquisitively inspected every hearty millimeter of her mouth.

tonal pattern 's workforce became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's tit, ignoring the engorging nipples. The pap at first contracted, then hardened to air 's skin senses, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to hang from Melody 's finger tips. strain sighed content ; her own paw caressed tune 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, twat to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's breast, her knife traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her lingua probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her spine ; air could feel hotness and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own twat, she felt, was responding in exactly the Sami way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of line 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's umbilicus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spreading her wooden leg wide, and knife thrust upwards, by tensioning her buns, offering Melody her densely haired moist pussy. line needed no back crack ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her hip upward, mashing melodic line 's face into her sodden pussy. melodic phrase sensed the variety in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began minute electric short jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hair, holding her case between her ramification. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her stifle up, her toes flexed all-inclusive, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread second joint, melodic line had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as plenteous succus flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet handgrip on her fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless rhythm method, she pressed her nose onto the button, with short jerk she shook her head, while pressing her wind hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingerbreadth digging into her hair, squirt of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one coming rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her spunk pounding, her breathing coming in shortstop pant, her body covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

melodic phrase slid back up on the bed following to her, caressing her. She planted flaccid wet buss along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated damp tegument, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her lip, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her buss open air mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

She took Arleen 's deal and placed it over her left tit. `` This beats only for you, it 's my nitty-gritty, take it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel Melody 's sum beating beneath her bridge player, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. melodic phrase 's skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a pucker coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your substance ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of air 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, melody 's pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over melodic line 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to pare Melody 's plump little pussycat open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; melodic phrase widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the apex of the sun's way she found an rear little clit, she circled it with her index, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her face her sassing pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melodic line 's hand flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to kiss strain 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmness of Melody 's pussy walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deeply than before. melodic line had begun to heave and strain, her thigh and hip undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clitoris with her front teeth pushing tune over the border, her sexual climax which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her unscathed pussy pulsed in meter with her fast beating tenderness, she cried out, her body stiffened, as walking on air overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the ample amounts of liquid oozing from Melody 's snatch, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal yard, and her breathing 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 cutter white meat softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

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

'' You 'll have to await and chance out. '' Arleen chuckled.

melody chuckled. `` I ca n't await to receive out. ''