Her thirty second birthday had been a clap, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the hold up 20 four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a just time, if katzenjammer was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the trading floor of her chamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at to the lowest degree two size too modest for her 34C tit, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too short doll that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothing at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three bare guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was XXX two ! wellspring actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedchamber mirror. She was marvelous at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower blue eye were bloodshot and the palpebra puffy, the foresightful thong that shrouded them, normally making her optic appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her oral cavity was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lavatory and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the rain shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the affectionate urine cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy dress, turned up the hot urine and stood as the almost whip water stung her bare consistency, what was left of her make up ran down her brass in twin greyish rivulet she guessed she looked like a racoon. She stood letting the weewee soothe her soul for at least fifteen min before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her dentition she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the flat was a sight, bottle everywhere, some muted good but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her do automobile had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. mortal was thoughtful enough to drink all the coffee bean cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it spare except for three discharge beer feeding bottle and half a nursing bottle of Russian Vodka. wellspring with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee melanise, she went about the complicated task of filling the java maker and switching it on.

Thank God the deep brown Lord still worked ; scalding Shirley Temple Black deep brown and the smattering of ibuprofen she took began to deaden the dull throbbing behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human opinion, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her retentive dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last class touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his backrest up singers. They had toured every major city in compass north America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able-bodied to take his rear up singers to Europe and would try out for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her broker had mentioned some commercial message where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the visible horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the terminal coffin nail into her nearly four year kinship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a calendar week after she left to go on tour, to fuck her considerably friend. They were still together and blissfully well-chosen, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked cold bootleg coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her postal service, and belated copy of Variety. Bills, credit circuit card financial statement cypher of interest, no Hi Arleen your hanker lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar sign the three estates, please contact us at 555-1234 .... bombast, fustian ... ..

She refilled her coffee 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 :

body politic SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

contract will be discussed after hearing

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the Inferno, she had zero on the horizon, right ? There was cypher to loose. 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 hit it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting table or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and endorsement into the post and promptly forgot about it. The confluence with her agentive role led to a little work over the future few days singing jangle for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their eat refrigerator. There was also talk of the town of some radiocommunication workplace.

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

The traffic home was bumper to bumper her nine yr old Nisan 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 roomie was doing a curt stint as a replacement in a melodic, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her secondment beer, and watched while toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie Mains of The Confederacy Chicks before telling everybody he was just a make stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a 12 sports-cars, his achiever had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a belittled Caribbean island, they still considered themselves Theodore Harold White trash.

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

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

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the country singer ? You sent us a promo CD in solvent to our advertising in this month 's Variety. '' The indulgent spoken fair sex on the other slope of the sound continued.

Vague computer storage of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her natal day party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby Keith being an prick to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of class I 'll like to total on up there, I 'm free after next workweek, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday dawning, 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 repress part even though she held her hand over the telephone set. `` Mel, she says she can arrive the weekend after next, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get hold of Air Canada see when you can get a slate, she 's holding on. ``

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri night flight ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to modify planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My baby will push back down and forgather you at the aerodrome. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just founder the Westjet anticipate your name and this code RC46732, they 'll sustain your just the ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that clock time. '' That sounds complete, I will contact my agent and see about a work permits and what documentation I 'll need in the bastardly time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

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

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

The two weeks went by truehearted enough, her broker gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and text file she 'd call for if she wanted to bring in Canada for more than three month, as well as the necessary tangency and fax bit. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the rail. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her baggage was in the shipment custody. She was in fourth dimension to catch the New York transport, 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 pole carrying her all-night bag of wearing apparel, and was well-chosen to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flying. A young charwoman stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a augury `` Arleen Louis Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in 1920s with curly dark fuzz. She was shortsighted, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her heart were Green River, with a cute turned up nose, her mouth wide and aphrodisiac, her boobs, beneath a lean silvery blouse were generous and proud, her architect dungaree, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large optic were super acid and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished 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 help you with your stuff, it looks dense. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the back seat of Melody 's four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the airdrome and along the freeway, making pocket-size lecture. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a short off the beaten track, our club is about three hundred km North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died endure wintertime in a car crash, Thel and I have spent virtually of our time and money rebuilding it and wreak the place up to write in code. It 'll look at about four hours to get there, would you like to contain and get something to eat ? '' air continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' line said, turning onto a wide highway and headed Union. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour guide. melodic line, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of muteness, not stilted quiet but easygoing contemplative times when it did n't appear necessary to speak, she enjoyed line 's company. Although it would have 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 livid SUV pulled up outside a motel and air 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 nap, I 'm really sorry it 's so latterly ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the sense of hearing. Oh yes, I forgot you musicians do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before high noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her return her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a gravid bed and colour TV with a john leading off opposite the water closet. It was great and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' fountainhead get some eternal sleep, Thel will set up the auditory modality in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' line said while walking out the door. For some ground it was an clumsy moment, almost as if there should have been more.

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

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black blue jean and a tooled leather belt with an oversized ellipse western buckle and a uncomplicated white tee-shirt and slid into a couplet of picture stitched high heeled bootleg western boots that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a electrical shock. The temperature was closing to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a foresightful straight tarred route. About one hundred grounds to the right was a gas station and a underground sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but farmer 's fields. This had to be a harlequinade, ok a really expensive frivolity, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren Earl Burger and Roger Eliot Fry and a umber. The Edward Young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the alone employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard Brown credit card tray. She dug into her jean and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her repast and wandered back to her way and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its guinea pig and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her wing electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of warmheartedness 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the meter'made celebrated by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Redeemer stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the earpiece here. '' Arleen heard a duad of muffled 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. melody is already on her way to fetch ya, see you soon, eh ? ``

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

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten arcminute, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to fulfil it, as it Melody climbed out Her case flushed. She wore dark jean and a pink jersey with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her rich pectus in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both charwoman realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in quiet and drove out of the car common and onto the tar road and headed magnetic north again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not lots conversation, it was almost as if they were alien again.

The township was a few international mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the mark, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the house. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock drop of a marvelous mountain and on the other side of the road the farming sloped down to a turgid blue lake and the town. The two story building was painted an monovular colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' air said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's assist she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The priming base was a large windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the distance of one side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance story, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a diminished stage ; the rest of the tavern had chairs and board. All the inflammation seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest suite, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the article of furniture and equipment was new, and the rampart smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counterpunch. She must birth 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 counterpart. Their articulation were practically monovular, Thelma was the mirror image of her Twin Falls, but there were subtle differences, it was the middle ; Thelma 's heart were pure super acid, without the golden flake. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on nigher inspection, Thelma 's boob beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' certain suit of clothes yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half question

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin matter'wearing the Saame clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The close time was at varsity a few long time ago. I guess we just chose to wear the Lapp thing today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want John to come too ? '' melodic line asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm surely he 'll come when he hears the euphony. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` Plug yourself in and get going whenever you are ready. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound checks, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the slipper up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowance account for the elbow room size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into air 's gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the language, for no rationality she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby daughter'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her alone endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the simply one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a flint silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with blanket shoulder, heavily muscled limb and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pinko baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front end in Burgundy wine. He looked tough and intimate enough of his manhood to wear a pink baseball game cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the degree, and walked towards them, it was Melody who asked. `` That was amazing need a beer ? ``

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy cold bottleful. '' It 's inhuman than the bill of exchange. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature caliber on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all job. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the kickoff of July ? Can we fit in to $ 500.00 a night with three one hr curing, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sabbatum ? Three to four one hour exercise set from 10.00 PM depending on sum of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the finis call is 2:00PM we can renew 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 charge of security measure. '' She said, punching him ham-handed on his tremendous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six month is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can mouth about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River player 's Union agreeing to the declaration, and their fast-tracking a workplace licence for me. I have the documentation and a touchstone contract bridge for us to sign on, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get thing in parliamentary procedure back dwelling house. If Canadian government 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 melodic phrase filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted lines, after which bathroom and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and Saint John the Apostle went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` 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. ''

'' trusted I 'll ingest one more than. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her parole sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and incoherent, she had n't felt dizzy like this since high schooltime ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to shanghai. '' She replied softly, while her typeface turned unlike shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the initiatory Shania distich Sung you did, you copied her almost exactly. seed ; let me show you the situation. '' Melody took her by the mitt and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the sleep room before taking her upstairs. line 's touch was electric, her hand was warm and indulgent,

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

The upper berth level consisted of a great office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and can were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his manpower out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her deal from the social movement of can 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can point you my apartment, if you like, Thel and St. John kinda like their privateness as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs bread and butter space.

Her apartment was broad, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side of meat on a chrome stand. An expensive blackened faced stereo and environs sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and john were neat and functional. Her sleeping accommodation was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting way, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you meet ? '' She asked as tune finally let her manus go.

melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh lord ! It 's six already, would you like to stay put 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 John ? '' She stammered.

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

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

'' Salad and ice cream sounds perfective tense, necessitate any help getting it gear up ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few transactions, I 'll take it down to the bar, and bring 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 good sense. ``

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little at sea, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern tee shirt. A blonde haired host was popping jacket of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the leg, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That picky song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that manner by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric car Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it full'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a distich in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guy wire in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summertime, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great prison term. I do n't mind requests so let me make love what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing line beckoning her to a table where her baby and can the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her blackguard a second before picking the Spanish people beginning to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the language for Hotel California, her southern emphasis making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the bunch clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and contrary Thelma and John. `` That was really cool down, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't essential, but it 'll be enceinte promotion for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the report confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs tavern, instead of Hotel Golden State, 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 awesome ! '' air gushed. She turned vivid red and started paying a great hand of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, lavatory got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to satisfy his duty as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more waiter were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another twain of coldness beers and they sat boozing, not quiet talking but not really quiet down, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both miss realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a meaning early, both loved country euphony. Melody loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a disgorge, and a million former piffling matter multitude having a brace of drinks tell each early without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out topical anaesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy contingent about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealer were, the topical anaesthetic street girl, and trophy married woman, 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, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each former 's company 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 slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her baby to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't pledge, or keep her licker, for that subject, 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 tonal pattern who had rolled onto her backbone and had begun to snore softly.

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

Mornings comes early in central Lake Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange tree, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the outdoors drapes of Melody 's sitting room. The door to tonal pattern 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the can. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her typeface and used her fingers to rake her long dark fuzz into some semblance of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see Saint John sitting on the bar rejoinder sipping from a mug, over the olfactory sensation of stale spirits 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 silence, before toilet said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can salute me under the set back any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business head, and Mel, well Mel is a lot cushy quieter, more artistic, did well at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the intemperate way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to capital of Tennessee ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, channelise, this clock time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should jam my things and get out of here, after last nighttime I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what john 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, meant.

'' Thel said you might finger 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 lead your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to cart it back out here in a few solar day again. ``

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

The escape back went without a hitch, she caught a cab house and was just set up to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, `` Hi this is Arleen. ``

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

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

There was a brief secretiveness on the other end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm all right, I hope that you are still coming here, Saint John said you might birth had secondment thought. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out clip together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right wrangle 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 shut down to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get grip of her agent and told her to get hold of the Musician 's Union and order them she was going to turn in Canada for six months and that she needed their supporter fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbor presented a few problems but their respective Musician Unions worked well with one and former as did their impost and immigration departments. She had to visit the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the command fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any snag or owing criminal warranty. Since she led a blameless liveliness she knew for sure, except for a few paid traffic violations, her felonious platter was clean. She was told that her permission should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed betimes. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, following door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the duskiness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on tune, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' hi ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

She was subdued 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 utter again, when tonal pattern said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's heart missed a cadence, and she stretched out naked 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 call me ? You were just thinking about me, eh ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` tune sighed.

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

'' Do you require my secret number ? '' strain asked.

'' What would I do with your individual turn, Melody ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can sound me on it. Write it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' melodic line demanded.

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

Melody was serenity for a moment, and then she said in a delicate 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 '' strain whispered.

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

The next day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the prison term before, the vile art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became maven at slipping past before he could slide any airless. Most of the day was wasted, and the final mathematical product was less than perfect, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen sentence, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious toad, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove place, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the needle of the passion gauge, 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 board. On the front was a cartoon goofball holding its wings behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the circuit card, the Saami goose had opened its flank all-inclusive the card read, 'ME'

Underneath air had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

melodic line

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an respondent machine I picked up, it might sustain been important. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up due north for an auditory sense, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpet muncher together, when the guy wire are out of Ithiel Town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi line, thank you for the add-in. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by tonal pattern 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

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

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

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

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked relate, `` Why the tears hon, descend on, severalise me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her yearn sour hair. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's headspring. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to comfort her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, naught can exchange our friendship, we 've done some looney thing together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na lecture, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to notice it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or miss, it 's your happiness. Do n't sentence yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the speech sound back on its courser next to the bed and closed the threshold behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darken bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen could take heed tonal pattern choking up on the former end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' hope ? ``

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

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

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in one-half sentences as the tears flowed. The affecting quiet the way there should be More when they greeted each former, the wanting to bear upon and hold, being tongue-tied in strain 's presence, the changing of the language 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 happen out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

'' tinker's dam right I am ! Holy shit fille, 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 phone her casing, I 'll be fine, honest. ``

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

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

Arleen finally fell asleep, her back talk pursed like a sister, as she slept, her body coiled in the foetal position.

The play along day went pretty much the Lapp as the old one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio set place had had brought in from some burger stick, the art managing 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 receive it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could take heed her phone vibrancy, while she unlocked the breast doorway, she grabbed it. '' melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have honorable news ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you need me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not glad with your study, and he 's abandoning the projection. Pity that could make been a lasting gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my knocker, he can go on his unconstipated gig, I want goose egg Thomas More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll finish by tomorrow and pick up the text file for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few twenty-four hours early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

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

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My study permit and visa are set up ; do you want me to follow up former ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' 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 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 singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm draw in to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only when charwoman I ever kissed was my female parent. I do n't infer 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 or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep breathing place before she continued. `` So do n't severalise me you need your sister 's favorable reception. ``

There was a long secretiveness, before Melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to know more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a gay woman, I am. You want to eff what I want. I want you, I did from the beginning dark 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 sympathise them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't entail for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not promiscuous, I understand, it 's a big matter, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Sir Thomas More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. promise me when you 've had meter to think. ``

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

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her room access, waking her up. `` Hey lady friend, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some troupe. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought home two guy cable, who were sitting in the living way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hairsbreadth, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some gargle, and joined her room mate and the two bozo, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own entree an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball secret plan was on TV, Shelly spent most of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair's-breadth had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his manus wander across her breast. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her trunk ; she felt nix, there was no stimulation at all, just repugnance. She and Shelly had brought plate Guy many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Saame guy ,'or swapping men after a few 60 minutes together, but tonight, all she could suppose of was a short curly haired, green eyed missy with big tit in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pant made her judgment up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hired hand from between her leg. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

She dialed, the phone was answered after the one-third ring. `` Hi ''

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had plenty time to recollect this through ? I do n't want you to rush on my account. '' air 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 sexual 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 eff to you and have you make sleep with to me, to make you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could think of something impudent to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline business 's number, and made arrangements for the early escape to Toronto, in the morning paying for it on her Visa.

This fourth dimension Melody picked up on the first band. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to gain two could bring monosyllabic word. `` Yeah ''

There was silence, Melody caved first. `` So severalise me, what clock time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? hold on it now, it is n't shady anymore. '' There was nothing playful in strain 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' eternal rest tight my passion I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The telephone went all in, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hour for her to settle down her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the drome. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the berm jersey that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her cut down shank with the orotund oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were benumbed beside her, she closed the threshold, leaving her a short preeminence thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving tune 's headphone numeral as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped seat alongside a insurance policy salesman. The planer touched down on time, and Arleen was the first person off the sheet. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight of stairs. A untested woman stood to one English with a phone 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 coloured hair. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large putting green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so shake up she wanted to run and allude her, agree her kiss her.

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

Some people say the first of all osculation shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and former, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and hair's-breadth, as their oral cavity hungered for each others. Their spit tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

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

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

Melody pulled Arleen out of the aerodrome towards the car park. Instead of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her bike. There was nil girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

tune fastened a entire faced helmet that was selfsame in colour of the motorcycle over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the fanny, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi stupor Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a flashy roar, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a surge tune accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the prominent wheel in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her script clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind air Arleen could feel the silky big businessman of the motor every time tonal pattern, accelerated, The helmets had a radio receiver tie, they spoke silly things into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her manus tighter around Melody 's waist, her head resting between, her articulatio humeri. The duo tore up the main road, and cruised through the ploughland of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flare by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. line piloted the bike to a check in front man of the tap house. Biking up had taken half the meter a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the wheel onto its main base, and walked into the bar, mitt in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's Twin Falls was behind the bar ; in exactly the Lapp plaza 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 mouth. `` You should have seen this girl. '' She said pointing at tonal pattern. `` 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 prevent her fed ; I 'm not too sure how lots quiescence you two 'll be doing. ``

Melody blushed, a recondite red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and reconcile in, I 'll pack her upstairs. You can chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the helping hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered strain 's flat manus in deal, tune guided her into the bedroom. `` We can lavish later, I need you, now. '' Gently melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and quick fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at the metrical unit of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

melody plucked at her own article of clothing, and hurriedly divest and sat, naked, 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 brain, `` No, I 'm not stale, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm scattered, I want so lots to please you, I 'm scare to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

Melody whispered flabby Word of God of sexual love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to fondle her sensitive tegument. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their first kiss at the airdrome, only this time it was longer and more vivid, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting line 's tongue while her own tongue slid over line 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square mm of her mouth.

melodic phrase 's hands became bolder ; her finger's breadth traced the areola of Arleen 's boob, ignoring the engorging mammilla. The pap at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's tactual sensation, becoming rubbery as look of pleasure began to flow from melody 's finger's breadth peak. Melody sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. strain lowered her fount to Arleen 's white meat, her spit traced where her finger's breadth had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

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

strain dragged her tongue across Arleen 's bellybutton, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs broad, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering melodic line her densely hairy moistness pussy. melodic phrase needed no irregular whirl ; delicately she lowered her back talk 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 push up her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's human face into her sodden pussy. line sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thigh began arcminute electrical little tug, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in tune 's hair, holding her fount between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed widely, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingerbreadth into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as rich juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet bobby pin on her fingers as the dove into her diffused sum with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her headway, while pressing her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clitoris against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her figure, before, the rigidification in coming, her digit digging into her pilus, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her puss, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her affection pounding, her breathing coming in shortly pant, her organic structure covered in sudation, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

line slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted delicate wet kiss along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her backtalk, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her osculation overt mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, dedicate me your mitt. ``

She took Arleen 's manus and placed it over her left over knocker. `` This beats only for you, it 's my center, take it, hold back it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel melody 's heart and soul beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. Melody 's skin was soft and business firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her tit had contracted to a puckered coppery Brown University ; her ventilation had altered as Arleen had kissed her bosom. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the damp adjunction of air 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hairsbreadth, melodic phrase 's cunt was plump, completely smooth out and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over air 's shaved Monday. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger parted the thin brim of the outer labia, she used three digit to pare strain 's plump little slit overt. Her core was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knee, and spread her thighs. At the peak she found an erect little clit, she circled it with her index finger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sigh. She lowered her fount her sass pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly air 's manpower flew to adjudge Arleen 's oral sex between her thighs. While she continued to kiss line 's clitoris noisily her digit delved into the wet cloying affectionateness of line 's pussy walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back recondite than before. Melody had begun to heave and deform, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed air 's clit with her front teeth pushing Melody over the boundary, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her wooden leg flailed, her breathing give up, her whole pussy pulsed in clip with her debauched beating pump, she cried out, her body stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to drub the copious amounts of liquid oozing from tune 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal step, and her breathing became regular.

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

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

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

'' You 'll deliver to wait and feel out. '' Arleen chuckled.

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