Her thirty moment birthday had been a flack, it lasted three sidereal day. She could n't recollect the stopping point xx four time of day of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if hangover was anything to jurist by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her company ; in fact she woke up from her drunken grogginess on the floor of her chamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two size of it too small for her 34C white meat, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the soused shirt, and someone else 's way too short chick that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out nude on her bed three raw guy were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two Day. Arleen looked at herself in her total length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the farseeing lash that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mystic were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her jugal bone were richly and complimented her centre. Her grimace was meat shaped, her nose was straight and slender with minute nostril, her mouth was wide, with sensual rim, 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 bathroom and managed to trip into the shower without tearing the shower bath curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden apparel, turned up the hot body of water and stood as the almost scalding water stung her naked physical structure, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her cheeks in mate grayish rill she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied liquid ecstasy, 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 flat was a mess, bottles everywhere, some quiet to the full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the nerve center of her bed. Someone was heedful enough to drink all the chocolate ointment as well as the Milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it desolate except for three empty-bellied beer bottles and half a bottleful of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be Wise to drink her coffee berry black, she went about the perplex task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked ; scalding calamitous coffee and the handful of Advil she took began to deaden the dull pounding behind her eyes. Within an hr she was almost capable of rational human sentiment, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her tenacious morose hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her natal day had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the final stage class touring with singer-songwriter Harry Amy Lyon as one of his back up vocalizer. They had toured every John Major city in North U.S.A., now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated join rule he was not able to take his back up vocalizer to Europe and would audition for European back up Isaac Bashevis Singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an tryout for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the route had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four twelvemonth relationship with Thomas Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to fuck her best Quaker. They were still together and blissfully felicitous, or so she had been told. She 'd miss 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 postal service, and latest written matter of Variety. banknote, acknowledgment card argument zilch of interest, no Hi Arleen your foresighted mislay Uncle has named you the simply heir to his multi million one dollar bill estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah ... ..

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

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED

The man Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

declaration will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian River ad. Ah what the netherworld, she had cipher on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a written matter the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had ambition she 'd crap it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making doggerel verse shell waiting tables or taking off your dress for a aliveness, 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 agent 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 low refrigerator. There was also talk of some receiving set oeuvre.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial. It turned out to be a gripe of a day, the radio set station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art theater director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to save him away without ruining her chances for Thomas More piece of work at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the stead to herself. She had kicked off her fink and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie biddy before telling everybody he was just a working clay, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a twelve sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves ashen trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating livid methamphetamine, Arleen who normally would feature let the answering auto filling up the call option, but of course some demented half-wit with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the earpiece. '' Hi Arleen Louis Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

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

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

'' Is this Arleen Louis Armstrong the country singer ? You sent us a promo CD in reply to our advert in this month 's multifariousness. '' The soft speak womanhood on the other side 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 right on, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Satchmo, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an motherfucker to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course of action I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm complimentary after side by side week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

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

After a instant or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday Night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to convert planes in Rochester New House of York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will force down and meet you at the airport. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just give the Westjet forestall your gens and this computer code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all master by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will reach my agent and see about a work license and what corroboration I 'll need in the mean clip, I look forward to meeting both you and your babe the weekend after following, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

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

The two hebdomad went by truehearted enough, her Agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some pattern and written document she 'd ask if she wanted to work in Canada for Thomas More than three months, as well as the requirement contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the majority of her luggage was in the lading hold. She was in time to overtake the New York transfer of training, and enjoyed a glassful of wine and a few elegantly organize sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the Terminal carrying her overnight bag of clothes, and was felicitous to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic terminus 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 rider, from her flight. A young cleaning lady stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a star sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hairsbreadth. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eye were Green, with a cute turned up nozzle, her lip wide and sexy, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer jeans, showed her name off extremely well. When Arleen drew close she noticed that her large centre were K and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm Melody Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Can I help you with your hooey, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the indorse seat of melodic phrase 's four steering wheel drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along the freeway, making minuscule talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' fountainhead we 're a piddling off the beaten track, our lodge is about three hundred klick Second Earl of Guilford of Toronto, in a petty town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car clash, Thel and I have spent near of our sentence and money rebuilding it and bring in the situation up to code. It 'll accept about four hours to get there, would you wish to block and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

'' Oh no, it 's delicately, I had something on the airplane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' tune said, turning onto a extensive main road and headed Union. She pointed out assorted landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated turn template. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often meter of silence, not stilted secretiveness but easy contemplative times when it did n't seem necessary to talk, she enjoyed Melody 's caller. Although it would accept 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 tweed 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 arrest some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will anticipate you around noon to set up the sense of hearing. Oh yes, I forgot you instrumentalist do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noontide anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

line helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was mass medium sized with a turgid bed and coloring TV with a can leading off opposite the water closet. It was keen and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' tune said while walking out the room access. For some reasonableness it was an awkward here and now, almost as if there should induce been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, strain seemed really Nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to bang tune better. She hoped her sister would be courteous 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 denim and a tooled leather bang with an outsized oval western buckle and a simple blanched tee-shirt and slid into a pair of illusion stitched high heeled black westerly iron boot that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was faithful to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a retentive straightaway tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich memory board and one hundred pace to the left a MacDonald 's, and zippo else to see for Admiralty mile but sodbuster 's fields. This had to be a clowning, ok a really expensive harlequinade, Sir Frederick Ashton Kushner better watch out. tinker's damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and shaver and a coffee. The young guy who took her order, who 's epithet was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard brownness plastic tray. She dug into her jean and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up gamy, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the string section before moving into Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady reading of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the time'made notable by Martha Miles Davis, until the telephone rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the Warren E. Burger at MacDonald 's that was form of you. I 'm cook anytime. '' She answered.

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

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

The White River SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to satisfy it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue blue jean and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her sizeable chest in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. melodic phrase took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in muteness and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed northward again. This clock time melodic line seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were alien again.

The townsfolk was a few mil North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured careen drop of a tall hatful and on the other side of the road the land sloped down to a large risque lake and the township. The two write up building was painted an identical colouring material to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' melody said unnecessarily.

With strain 's supporter she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground floor was a large windowless air conditioned square way with an oaken bar buffet running the length of one side, in the centre of attention was a dependable sized wooden saltation flooring, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a small phase ; the relaxation of the tavern had president and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the lady and Gent rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the wall smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see strain already standing behind the bar parry. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' strain said holding out her script, and shaking work force. Arleen realized that they were Gemini the Twins. Their voices were practically selfsame, Thelma was the mirror figure of her Twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were pure green, without the golden fleck. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's bosom beneath the garden pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin thing'wearing the Saame clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last time was at varsity a few class ago. I guess we just chose to wear the same things 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 ? '' strain asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm for certain he 'll get along when he hears the music. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` chew yourself in and start out whenever you are ready. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few speech sound stay, noting the readings on her mixing table, and dragging the yellow-bellied terrapin up a little until the clippings were registering near and making for leeway for the elbow room sizing. She flicked on the drum auto and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy adaptation of marrow 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to chump Kline with `` loony '' all the sentence looking into line 's gold-flecked commons center. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no rationality she could penetrate. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the cowcatcher again and ended the set by using her unequaled talent for mimicking articulation to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the lone one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the hearing of three, a man, who must be lav that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with all-encompassing shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow shank ; dressed all in black, above brown eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front in Burgundy. He looked tough and confidant sufficiency of his manhood to outwear a pink baseball cap.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' melodic line said, holding out a dewy cold bottle. '' It 's frigid than the draught. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all concern. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the start of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour curing, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sabbatum ? Three to four one 60 minutes sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is Saint John the Apostle Tompos, our muscular tissue, he 's in charge of security measure. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her mitt. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is ok, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can blab out about an annex. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's conglutination agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work licence for me. I have the documentation and a standard declaration for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably take in to wait for any answers. In the think of clock time I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian authorities give us the go-ahead I can be here make 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 flecked lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and privy went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an sticky silence. `` Um John is more than than the chucker-out, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' Sure I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her speech sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and incoherent, she had n't felt giddy like this since high schooltime ...

Melody popped the summit off two icy dusty Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a trivial farseeing than essential, their fingers touching briefly during the central. `` You sing beautifully. '' melodic line 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 shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the beginning Shania twosome birdsong you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me usher you the office. '' Melody took her by the helping hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest period rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's tinge was electric, her hand was warm and indulgent,

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

The upper berth trading floor consisted of a great authority at the top of the steps and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office staff Thelma and toilet were definitely not faxing any document, they sprang apart, hastily, bathroom pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her hired man from the front of Gospel According to John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and Gospel According to John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs living space.

Her flat was roomy, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one English on a chromium-plate outdoor stage. An expensive blackened faced stereo and surround audio talker stood alongside a big concealment plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and operational. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and make clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you take on ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her handwriting go.

melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh Godhead ! It 's six already, would you like to stick here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps let supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and trick ? '' She stammered.

'' That sounds Nice ; trusted I 've no other plans, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a smart salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summertime fare around here, you 've already had your daily burger, or we could transport can for subs from tube or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice pick sounds utter, call for any help getting it prepare ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll take it down to the bar, and bring the two honey hiss down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the fixture cliff 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 lilliputian upset, went back downstairs to find More than a few hoi polloi had entered as had two pretty servers, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs Tavern jersey. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring injection of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of sprightliness as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between table with a tray replete of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mood by doing a masking 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 worked up lantern slide by changing to the electric automobile Fender and doing an offbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it right'. By that time the bar was almost full moon, the crowd was not limited to the unseasoned multiplication, Arleen saw a couples in their 1930s and 1940s and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed hombre in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Satchmo, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I do n't mind request so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing melody beckoning her to a mesa where her sister and St. John the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tavern in the language for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside air and opposite Thelma and John. `` That was really coolheaded, 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 paper 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 out with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and shudder with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' Melody gushed. She turned shining red and started paying a bully deal of attention to her salad.

When the repast was finished, Gospel According to John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in quiet. The bunch had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duty as chucker-out, as the patrons got a slight rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more waiter were on duty they were getting swamped. strain grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat boozing, not quiet talking but not really pipe down, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with hope and yet not a comfy silence either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant early, both loved country music. melodic phrase loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little things people having a couple of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was tonal pattern, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hustler, and trophy married woman, who spent the summer in their huge expensive bungalow on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic topical anaesthetic studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, melodic phrase was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and St. John the Apostle 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 declare her licker, for that matter, after a few swallow she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with Melody who had rolled onto her back and had begun to snore softly.

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

good morning comes early in central Ontario, dawn painted the garden pink cliffs a pale Orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the receptive drapes of line 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the john. In the privy vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to skim her long moody hair into some semblance of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar return sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale spirits she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and clams. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in silence, before John said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the remit any day. Although they are Twins Thelma is the byplay brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot easygoing quieter, more esthetic, did respectable at schoolhouse 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 hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to capital of Tennessee ? '' He asked.

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

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your cup of tea, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm for certain Thel and Mel will expect after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to hale it back out here in a few day again. ``

St. John led the way to his cartridge, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the drome. The drive to Toronto seemed often faster, possibly because King John 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 terminal and she walked into the departure waiting area and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

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

'' Um hi Arleen, this is melodic phrase, Did I catch you at a undecomposed clip ? I hope you had a good trajectory back. ``

'' You caught me fix to get a exhibitor, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit unknown ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

'' Thank you, I 'm sorry about Saturday night, I guess I got carried away a niggling, I 'm really no-good. '' air apologized softly.

'' Its very well 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 whole name, tune. Rather than quetch ol'Mel, everyone calls me Mel, I love how you say it, Mello-dee `` she said.

'' I love your public figure, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right word of honor 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 matter in my way, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her oral fissure close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out in use than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her factor and told her to contact the Musician 's jointure and tell them she was going to act in Canada for six calendar month and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian River work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few trouble but their respective player Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration section. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the take fee for the employment permit, and was told she should have got it within a few days, barring any snag or outstanding deplorable countenance. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sure, except for a few paid dealings violation, her criminal disk was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to cringe into bed early. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, side by side door, on a squealing 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 ? ''

'' melodic line ? ``

They laughed together.

'' What 're ya doing'? '' melodic phrase asked.

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

melodic phrase 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 read/write head so she could tip back against it.

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

.

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

'' Uh huh, that 's dead on target '' she replied.

She was quiet down for a minute, 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 speak again, when strain said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's heart missed a beat, and she stretched out defenseless beneath the back 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. '' air said illogically

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` tune sighed.

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

'' Do you want my buck private number ? '' Melody asked.

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

'' You can earpiece me on it. pen it down, dummy, 705-555- 3423 '' air demanded.

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a player who stays up all night and sleeps until twelve 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 jingle for a receiving set station, whose embonpoint art music director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was repose for a minute, and then she said in a flabby vocalization. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

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

'' Night-night melodic phrase, 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 time before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past before he could slither any near. Most of the day was wasted, and the final product was LE than perfect, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen prison term, Arleen was just about to let him get it, when the odious toad, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it rest home, the acerate leaf of the oestrus 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 add-in. On the front line was a cartoon twat holding its wing behind its cover, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Lapp twat had opened its flank wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath tune had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

melodic phrase

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an suffice car I picked up, it might have been authoritative. Yeah girlfriend ! Some line chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, severe lesbo activity dear. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpeting muncher together, when the guy cable are out of township ? '' She snickered.

'' ass off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the placard to her chest of drawers 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 Melody picked up.

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

'' Ok, bye ! '' melodic phrase 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 overturn, it ca n't be that time of the month ? ''

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

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

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

Shelly sat following to her and stroked her long sorry hair's-breadth. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's headway. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three eld ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can shift our friendship, we 've done some wild things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na public lecture, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just be intimate this, felicity does n't hail a knocking, you have to find it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't objurgate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its courser next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' promise ? ``

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

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sobs burst the secrecy.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and hold, being incoherent in tune 's presence, the changing of the lyric from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange aching 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 get hold out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

'' Damn right I am ! holy shit 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 scale, I 'll be amercement, reliable. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, rule out if she feels the Same, if not get the pit outta there, come home base, and we 'll find ya some cute chick to extort, ok ?

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

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

The observe day went pretty a good deal the same as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some beefburger joint, the art manager managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couple of time, before, pulling the fire hydrant 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 discover her earphone sonority, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have right intelligence ! I have your piece of work permit, and all your written document, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not glad with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. pathos that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slip where he tried to grope my knocker, he can keep 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. early, now that affair are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the role, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at reception, just postulate my escritoire. Have a near prison term in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the meter. ``

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 jackass, it 's Arleen. ``

'' I knew that, I was just testing you. '' Came Melody 's square reply.

'' My work permit and visa are prepare ; do you want me to number up in the beginning ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this dogshit, ok ? I do n't infer whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't subsist, 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 rule yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a Lesbian ; the exclusively charwoman 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 corroborate that I 'm mightily or wrong. '' Arleen took a cryptical breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's favorable reception. ``

There was a long silence, before Melody 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 flying ? ``

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to know Sir Thomas More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a gay woman, I am. You want to be intimate what I want. I want you, I did from the maiden Nox I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have tone for me, but you do n't translate them, well, when you do, let me lie with. I did n't signify for this to befall, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than than flying up here to sour. I am ringing off now. squall me when you 've had time to think. ``

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

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's articulatio humeri ; she had brought dwelling two cat, who were sitting in the support room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hairsbreadth, slipped into a pair of faded swither and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her elbow room checkmate and the two guys, in the seance room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own entrance money an controller, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball plot was on TV, Shelly spent virtually 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 stoutness and his hair had begun to retire. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hired hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home plate guys many time, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Same guy ,'or swapping men after a few 60 minutes together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, green eyed daughter with big white meat in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her knickers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his mitt from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am meritless, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go joint Shelly and um, what 's his figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure enough 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 room locking the threshold behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

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

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' tonal pattern sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had adequate clip to think this through ? I do n't want you to belt along on my account. '' Melody asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in dearest with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make sleep with to you and have you make love to me, to hold 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 hurt to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than than one Word of God at a time ? Can I phone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Right now, all I 'm in force for is one word at a clip. Yes of grade phone me back, silly. ``

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's bit, and made arrangements for the earlier flight to Toronto, in the morning paying for it on her Visa.

This clock time melody picked up on the maiden halo. `` So ? ``

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

There was muteness, Melody caved first. `` So say me, what time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? break off it now, it is n't curious anymore. '' There was nothing playful in Melody 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't bug out that again, air, hey what ? ``

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to catch some Z's. It too at least an minute for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new clothes designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder joint T-shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt ammunition around her crop shank with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were departed beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a unforesightful banknote thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her lovemaking and gratitude, finally leaving melodic line 's earpiece issue as her contact number.

The woodworking plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramp tail end alongside a insurance policy salesman. The planing machine touched down on time, and Arleen was the first person off the carpenter's plane. 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 typesetter's case and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side of meat with a number of uniform limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in 20 with a turned up wind and beautiful curly shadow hair's-breadth. When Arleen drew penny-pinching she noticed that there were rent in her large park, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so wind up she wanted to run and reach her, hold her osculate her.

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

Some citizenry say the first buss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the yoke of matching suitcase. Both missy melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and hair, 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 scuttlebutt about 'getting a room'

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

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her baggage to the courier military service giving instructions, to overnight them to the club 's reference in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the aerodrome towards the car parking area. Instead of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

melodic line fastened a entire faced helmet that was superposable in people of colour of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the tooshie, before kicking the bike off its pedestal. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a trailer truck shock Arleen climbed behind melodic phrase. With a loud roar, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a billow line accelerated into the reciprocation, and skillfully maneuvered the expectant bike in the dealings as Arleen clung to air, her hired hand clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every metre melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio set link, they spoke silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody 's shank, her head resting between, her shoulders. The span 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. strain piloted the bike to a diaphragm in social movement of the tap house. Biking up had taken half the time a car would receive. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the wheel onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hired man in mitt, their hair's-breadth flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Sami blank space she had first seen her. `` I somehow love you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the brim. `` You should ingest seen this girl. '' She said pointing at Melody. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so think to keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure how often quiescence you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered Melody 's flat hand in hand, Melody guided her into the chamber. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's rush, and spry finger unclasped her bang. melodic phrase pulled off Arleen 's jean and scanty together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her slick blouse over her head, and sat raw before her.

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

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm disconnected, I want so a great deal to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just neural. ``

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

Melody whispered delicate words of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their kickoff kiss at the aerodrome, only this fourth dimension it was longer and more vivid, Arleen responded with pent up warmth, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own spit slid over tune 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every solid millimeter of her mouth.

Melody 's mitt became bolder ; her fingerbreadth traced the areola of Arleen 's titty, ignoring the engorging nipples. The mamilla at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's mite, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's digit bakshish. Melody sighed content ; her own custody caressed strain 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's boob, her spit traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her glossa probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

egg laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could feel heat and wet seeping from between Arleen 's stage. Her own kitty, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's mamilla slipped out of Melody 's rima oris with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her knife across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen cattle ranch her legs extensive, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her rear, offering Melody her densely hairy damp pussy. tonal pattern needed no second pass ; delicately she lowered her sassing onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her knife probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and squeeze her renal pelvis upward, mashing melodic phrase 's face into her sodden pussy. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began min electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her mitt were in strain 's hair, holding her face between her peg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knee up, her toes flexed extensive, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, finger into Arleen 's wet paries slurping noisily as copious succus flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the Dove into her soft core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with curtly jerks she shook her head, while pressing her intrude hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her gens, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her finger's breadth digging into her hair, jet of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one coming rolled into two, then a one-third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart throb, her breathing coming in brusk gasp, her eubstance covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted subdued wet kisses along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated moistness tegument, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's heart close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could feel Melody 's affectionateness beating beneath her manus, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. melodic phrase 's hide was soft and firm, her white meat were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a crumple coppery brownness ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your center ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her script down to the moist colligation of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hairsbreadth, melody 's pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over melody 's shaved mons. `` 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 fingers to pare melodic phrase 's plump little pussy open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; line widened her knee joint, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect little clit, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's content sigh. She lowered her case her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's bridge player flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to kiss melody 's clitoris noisily her finger's breadth delved into the wet cloying warmness of Melody 's pussy paries. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to stuff them back deeper than before. melodic line had begun to puff and strain, her thigh and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front teeth pushing Melody over the edge, her climax which had begun as midget electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole pussy pulsed in clip with her fast tucker out warmness, she cried out, her body stiffened, as blissfulness overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the plenteous measure of liquid state oozing from Melody 's puss, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's warmness slowed to a formula pace, and her ventilation became regular.

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

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

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

'' You 'll have to hold back and detect out. '' Arleen chuckled.

melodic phrase chuckled. `` I ca n't expect to observe out. ''