Her thirty endorse birthday had been a flack, it lasted three 24-hour interval. She could n't commemorate the last XX four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a well time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't see the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her bibulous stupor on the level of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt one-half buttoned and at least two sizes too pocket-sized for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the pie-eyed shirt, and someone else 's way too unawares skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothes at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out defenseless on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was xxx two ! wellspring actually thirty two and two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Arleen looked at herself in her full length sleeping room mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower bluing eyes were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the foresighted whip that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrow had been plucked to thinnish arches above her oracular eyes. Her jugal bone were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nozzle was directly and slender with narrow anterior naris, her mouth was wide, with animal mouth, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn correct ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the can and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed wear she let the tender water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scalding water stung her naked body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her face in twin gray rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the body of water soothe her soulfulness for at least xv minutes 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 mussiness, bottles everywhere, some still full but mostly discharge, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her do political machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable persona in the shopping mall of her bed. Someone was attentive enough to tope all the coffee cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer feeding bottle and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be Isaac Mayer Wise to tope her coffee black, she went about the elaborate task of filling the coffee tree maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee shaper still worked ; scalding calamitous chocolate and the smattering of Advil she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an minute she was almost capable of rational human thought, and uncomplicated coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark tomentum.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the circuit. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his rachis up singers. They had toured every major metropolis in northward US, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated conglutination rule he was not able to direct his back up vocaliser to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the apparent horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a calendar week after she left to go on tour, to roll in the hay her outflank protagonist. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd young woman Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third base mug of the now overcooked stale dark coffee.

She searched for her bag, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her ring armor, and latest copy of multifariousness. Bills, credit circuit card command goose egg of stake, no Hi Arleen your prospicient mixed-up Uncle has named you the alone heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... rant, claptrap ... ..

She refilled her coffee mug with the settlings of the pot, and thumbed through variety show, noting who had shafted who, who was sleeping with whom, who was hot and who was not. When at the dorsum she saw a square bordered advertizement :

nation SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED res publica MUSICAN

Entertainer

contract will be discussed after auditory modality

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advertisement. Ah what the inferno, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nada to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a transcript the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few long time before, when she still had dreams she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making doggerel beat waiting table or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to cope with her agentive role, she popped the CD and blurb into the place and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a slight work over the next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog food for thought, which helped pay the rip and restocked their low icebox. There was also talk of some radio employment.

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

The traffic home plate was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, distinctive of any bore 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-circuit stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her stoolie and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working corpse, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two house, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves lily-white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would receive let the answering machine woof up the call, but of course of study some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-and-dumb person on the removed and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting elbow room ! ``

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

Arleen did not understand and stutter. `` Huh ? What CD, what hearing, 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 Isaac Merrit Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in solution to our advert in this calendar month 's variety. '' The sonant spoken woman on the other side of the earpiece continued.

Vague retentiveness of posting off a CD and promotion indorsement 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 bastard to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll care to get along on up there, I 'm free after future calendar week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could hear Thelma Verren 's strangle voice even though she held her hand over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after adjacent, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get time lag of Air Canada see when you can get a just the ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a mo or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Fri nighttime flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planing machine in Rochester New York, and should make it at Toronto 10:00 PM. My baby will ram down and suffer you at the drome. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just yield the Westjet counter your name and this codification RC46732, they 'll accept your ticket, transfers and stuff and nonsense, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all master by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agentive role and see about a employment license and what documentation I 'll need in the mean time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after future, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

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

The two weeks went by fast enough, her Agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some strain and document she 'd need if she wanted to function in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the shipment hold. She was in meter to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a ice of wine and a few elegantly educate sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight of stairs from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the one C odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in XX with curly glowering hair. She was curt, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her heart were green, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and sexy, her booby, beneath a thin out silvery blouse were generous and proud, her fashion designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large eyes were green and flecked with gold and her skin unmarred and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm tune Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Can I serve you with your stuff, it looks operose. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed wheels. 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 bottom of strain 's four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the aerodrome and along the freeway, making small lecture. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' tune asked.

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our club is about three hundred kilometer northward of Toronto, in a piffling town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died live on winter in a car clangour, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the station up to code. It 'll take about four hour to get there, would you wish to stop and get something to eat ? '' tonal pattern continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' melody said, turning onto a full highway and headed Union. She pointed out several landmark along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated circuit guide. melody, she discovered, was not a talky character, and there were often times of silence, not stilted secrecy but loose broody time when it did n't look requisite to mouth, she enjoyed melodic phrase 's company. Although it would take appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and melodic phrase handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi retinue Try and catch some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will visit you around noon to set up the hearing. Oh yes, I forgot you musicians do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

air helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was spiritualist sized with a large bed and colourize TV with a bathroom leading off diametric the cupboard. It was bang-up and clean, and far in effect than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some sleep, Thel will set up the hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the door. For some reasonableness it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should give birth been More.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, it was unknown, she felt she had to get to be intimate air safe. She hoped her sister would be dainty too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory modality 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 jeans and a tool leather whack with an outsize oval western buckle and a simple whiteness tee-shirt and slip into a pair of picture stitched high heeled black horse opera boots that matched her bang ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair's-breadth, before venturing out. It was a electrical shock. The temperature was closemouthed to 100 academic degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a farsighted heterosexual person tarred road. About one hundred 1000 to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left hand a MacDonald 's, and cypher else to see for Swedish mile but James Leonard Farmer 's theatre. This had to be a frivolity, ok a really expensive prank, Sir Frederick Ashton Kushner better watch out. hoot ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a deep brown. The young guy who took her Holy Order, who 's gens was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the banner brown charge card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made arranging there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not indisputable 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 meal and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its caseful and practiced a few chords while tuning the drawstring 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 variation of heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the time'made famous by Martha Miles Dewey Davis Jr., until the earpiece rang.

'' Hi this is Thelma Verren, we have set aside all afternoon for you, so say us what prison term you think you 'll be ready, and I 'll make out and fetch you. '' She said.

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the Warren E. 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 ! Jesus stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the earpiece here. '' Arleen heard a couple of stifle '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 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 town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel way after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to cope with it, as it tonal pattern climbed out Her facial expression flushed. She wore aristocratical jeans and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her ample chest of drawers in Bourgogne letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both char realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed magnetic north again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few Roman mile North of the motel, at a intersection Arleen saw the signaling, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the sign of the zodiac. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured stone cliffs of a improbable mountain and on the early side of the road the nation sloped down to a large grim lake and the town. The two story building was painted an very colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' line said unnecessarily.

With tune 's avail she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar elbow room. The land floor was a large windowless air conditioned hearty way with an oaken bar parry running the duration of one English, in the core was a secure sized wooden dance floor, and against the bulwark, opposite the bar counter was a small stage ; the repose of the tavern had professorship and tabular array. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the madam and Gand rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new rouge.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar comeback. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' tonal pattern said holding out her deal, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were insidious remainder, it was the heart ; Thelma 's eyes were arrant light-green, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer review, Thelma 's chest beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly modest. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' for sure causa yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half queried

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin matter'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The finally clock time was at varsity a few yr ago. I guess we just chose to outwear the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen trifle ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want lav to derive too ? '' air asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few sound chip, noting the indication on her mixing circuit card, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowances for the way size. She flicked on the metal drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy edition of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` weirdo '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no cause she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her singular natural endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendering of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would consume sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the hearing of three, a man, who must be John that melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding bridge player. He was well over 6'with wide shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in blackened, above brown optic and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the forepart in Bourgogne. He looked yobbo and confidant sufficiency of his manhood to wear a pinko baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the leg, 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. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy cold bottleful. '' It 's insensate than the draft. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature bore on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we accord to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one hour sets, Tues to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one 60 minutes bent 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 calendar month if we are still felicitous with each early. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in charge of security. '' She said, punching him butterfingered on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her deal. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian player 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a oeuvre permit for me. I have the corroboration and a standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably give birth to wait for any answers. In the hateful time I can fly back get things in order back place. If Canadian River government give us the go-ahead I can be here ready to sing Lord's Day July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted lines, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witness. Thelma and King John went off to the agency to fax the documents, leaving air 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. ''

'' sure as shooting I 'll have one more than. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since high shoal ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to yarn-dye. '' She replied softly, while her human face turned different shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to subscribe you after we heard the first base Shania duet song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me establish you the place. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her upstairs. tonal pattern 's touch was electric automobile, her manus was fond and cushy,

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

The upper story consisted of a heavy office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John the Divine pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's tee shirt, while Thelma snaked her mitt from the front of John 's bloomers, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. melodic line apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can demonstrate you my apartment, if you like, Thel and St. John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her share of the upstairs keep space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting way was furnished with a Burgundy wine leather cortege, and an acoustic guitar was set to one English on a chrome stall. An expensive black faced stereo and surroundings sound speakers stood alongside a big CRT screen blood plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were corking and useable. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and strip. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting elbow room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you make for ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her manus go.

Melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her sentinel, `` Oh God Almighty ! It 's six already, would you like to stay on here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you wish to hang up out tonight, perhaps cause supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and lav ? '' She stammered.

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

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

'' Salad and ice ointment sounds perfect, need any help getting it make ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll use up it down to the bar, and bring the two love razz 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 gumption. ``

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little mix up, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two reasonably host, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of liquor as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of nursing bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the point, picked up her Hohner and began the touching 'Travelin Soldier'. That special song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that musical mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke hoop in the shadow'. She followed it with Juice N 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an worked up slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost good, the crowd was not limited to the Young generation, Arleen saw a mates in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guy in their twenty.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs tap house, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great meter. I do n't mind petition so let me be intimate what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing melody beckoning her to a board where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her blackguard a second before picking the Spanish starting time to the eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tavern in the language for Hotel California, her southern speech pattern making it legal like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the phase and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside melody and face-to-face Thelma and John. `` That was really cool down, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great promotion for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the theme confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs tap house, instead of Hotel CA, can you afford with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the melody. You are really talented. Sit and gelidity 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 burnished red and started paying a not bad deal of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, bathroom got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a piffling rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more servers were on tariff they were getting swamped. tune grabbed another pair of cold-blooded beers and they sat boozing, not quiet talking but not really still, sporadic fit of conversation, followed by muteness filled with promise and yet not a comfortable muteness either, both little girl realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a important early, both loved land euphony. air loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a cast, and a million other trivial things multitude having a duet of potable 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 anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy point about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug bargainer were, the topical anesthetic Richard Hooker, and trophy wife, who spent the summer in their Brobdingnagian expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, strain and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and can came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sis to bed. `` I love my Sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't imbibe, or hold her licker, for that issue, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with Melody who had rolled onto her spine and had begun to snore softly.

Arleen watched Melody from the sitting room, she sat on strain '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.

morning comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a wan orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drape of Melody 's sitting room. The room access to line 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a quite a little. Hastily she washed her face and used her digit to glance over her long dark hair into some semblance of normality.

She left air 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see St. John sitting on the bar replication sipping from a mug, over the flavour of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her predilection with emollient and scratch. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in quiet, before John said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other manus, well, she can drink me under the postpone any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business genius, and Mel, well Mel is a lot mild quieter, more artistic, did better 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 hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, calculate, this prison term, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after last Nox I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to savvy what John 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, stand for.

'' 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 bagful, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it family on the aircraft, only to drag it back out here in a few twenty-four hour period again. ``

John led the way to his pick-me-up, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a exhibitor and changed into saucy clothes before he drove her to the airdrome. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with air, and she was happy when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the departure couch and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

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

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

'' You caught me prepare to give birth a exhibitioner, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit strange ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

'' Thank you, I 'm dark about Sat night, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really sorry. '' strain apologized softly.

'' Its fine 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 entirely name, Melody. Rather than plain ol'Mel, everyone calls me Mel, I love how you say it, Mello-dee `` she said.

'' I love your public figure, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out sentence together. '' Arleen said finding it arduous to say the right parole 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 condom until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth end 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 busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get clasp of her agent and told her to contact the instrumentalist 's sum and enjoin them she was going to solve in Canada for six months and that she needed their avail fast-tracking a Canadian work permission. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problems but their respective instrumentalist spousal relationship worked well with one and other as did their impost and immigration section. She had to natter the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the ask fee for the piece of work permission, and was told she should bear it within a few days, barring any snag or outstanding outlaw stock-purchase warrant. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sure, except for a few paid dealings infringement, her outlaw record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to cower into bed early. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, side by side doorway, on a squeaking bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on tonal pattern, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

'' So what do ya desire ? '' Melody asked, her tone accusatory

.

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

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

She was quiet for a moment, and Arleen could see her grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` line sighed.

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

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

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

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

Obligingly Arleen wrote it down. For the next 60 minutes, they chatted, sometimes giggling like schoolgirls and sometimes whispering Arleen lay curled up 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 quietus 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 jangle for a radio station, whose chubby art director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

melody was repose for a consequence, and then she said in a diffused vox. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, rest tight '' melody whispered.

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

The future 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 slide any closer. nigh of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was LE than perfective tense, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen times, 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 home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the phonograph needle of the heating plant gauge, had risen very close to the red melodic line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an gasbag from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a placard. On the front man was a cartoon goose holding its fender behind its rear, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

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

Underneath line had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

respect

melodic line

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an answering simple machine I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah girl ! Some tune chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up north for an audition, 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 bozo are out of Ithiel Town ? '' She snickered.

'' fucking off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the card 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 phone and dialed, it had barely rung once before Melody picked up.

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

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

There was a knock on the room access. `` 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 phone at the doorway. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as tears began to flux, for some unknown rationality. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat following to her and stroked her long dark hair's-breadth. '' Its ok infant, really, I 'm good-for-nothing I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's point. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can change our friendship, we 've done some crazy things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to happen it, and then that 's your pick, it does n't count if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't excoriate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the speech sound back on its charger next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' promise ? ``

'' Yeah, indisputable, night-night. ``

'' Night-night tune. '' As Arleen put down the earpiece, big sobs burst the secrecy.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Jesus Christ girl ; 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 poignant quiet the way there should be to a greater extent when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in Melody 's front, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked greenish eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange aching she had now that they were apart. The lineup and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

'' shucks right I am ! sanctum 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 Shell, I 'll be fine, reliable. ``

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

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

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

The next day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen was not athirst, she pecked at a burger the radio post had had brought in from some burger reefer, the art director managed slither his hired man 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 consume it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could get wind her earphone ringing, while she unlocked the presence door, she grabbed it. '' strain ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good news ! I have your oeuvre permit, and all your papers, for your stay in Canada. Do you require me to put up them to you, or do you want to get them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not glad with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. compassion that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my boobs, he can go on his even gig, I want nothing More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll block up by tomorrow and beak up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the power, I 'll leave them in an gasbag for you, at response, just expect my escritoire. sustain a good metre in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the meter. ``

Her mind was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on the firstly mob. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My study permit and visa are fix ; do you want me to come up earlier ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this dogshit, ok ? I do n't sympathise whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't survive, maybe I 've got it all awry, 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 attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a sapphic ; the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't realise what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm right or wrong. '' Arleen took a late breathing space before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your babe 's approval. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

'' Is n't that what you wanted to listen ? '' melodic line asked.

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

'' Ok, you need to screw more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a Lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the world-class night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in dearest with you, you say you have touch for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me get laid. I did n't mean for this to hap, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in erotic 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 flying up here to make for. I am ringing off now. scream me when you 've had time to call back. ``

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

It must consume been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her room access, waking her up. `` Hey girlfriend, get some dress on, I 've brought domicile, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought domicile two Guy, who were sitting in the aliveness room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a encounter through her haircloth, slipped into a duad of pass sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room mate and the two guys, in the sitting elbow room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a factor. A chunk game was on TV, Shelly spent most of the clip, 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 bedchamber, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his 30, slightly overweight and his fuzz had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her bureau. 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 guy rope many fourth dimension, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. opinion Elliot 's hand inside her pants made her judgement up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hired hand from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

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

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

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

'' melodic line ? ``

'' 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. '' line whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to know me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make make out 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 chic to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than one word at a time ? Can I telephone set you back ? '' Arleen asked.

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

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's number, and made musical arrangement for the earlier flight to Toronto, in the forenoon paying for it on her Visa.

This prison term Melody picked up on the first band. `` So ? ``

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? turn back it now, it is n't rummy anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melody 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' Sleep tight my love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The earphone went dead, as air clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no meter left to sleep. It too at least an minute for her to resolve her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new couturier jean and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her westerly boots, and cinched the matching belt around her passementerie waistline with the big oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the threshold, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's phone number as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped derriere alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on prison term, and Arleen was the initiative someone off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the end, arriving just as her baggage began its interminable hitch of the rotunda.

She picked up her case and wandered along to the exit with the c odd rider, from her flight. A young cleaning woman stood to one English with a bit of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a planetary house `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark haircloth. When Arleen drew dear she noticed that there were tear in her large special K, gold-flecked eyes that were the most dainty optic she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, have got her kiss her.

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

Some mass say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign of the zodiac was dropped hastily, as were the duo of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their blazon folding and touching each other 's skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongue tasted and explored each early 's back talk, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comment about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's oculus. tonal pattern was the first gear to verbalise. `` seed, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS authority in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a haze, and blithely followed as strain handed over her baggage to the courier service giving pedagogy, to overnight them to the order 's computer address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's handwriting go.

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

tonal pattern fastened a good faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the cycle off its viewpoint. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind tune. With a flashy holloa, the big engine under the daughter volley into life, with a spate Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the bombastic motorcycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to tune, her hands clasped around her waist.

seance behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky great power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio set link, they spoke slaphappy thing into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody 's waist, her brain resting between, her shoulders. The duo tore up the main road, and cruised through the plowland of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel twinkling by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. melodic phrase piloted the cycle to a arrest in forepart of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the metre a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main rack, and walked into the bar, manus in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's Twin Falls was behind the bar ; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lip. `` You should have seen this missy. '' 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 catch some Z's, so remember to keep her fed ; I 'm not too sure enough how practically sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered Melody 's apartment bridge player in mitt, Melody guided her into the bedchamber. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently melodic phrase led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong workforce pulled off Arleen 's boots, and spry fingers unclasped her whack. tonal pattern pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panty together, folding them carefully at the metrical unit of the bed. Arleen pulled her slick blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

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

Arleen looked into melodic line 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her nous, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm aroused, I 'm discombobulate, I want so much to please you, I 'm scare to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just aflutter. ``

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

Melody whispered soft row of love into Arleen 's ear as her workforce began to caress her sensitive hide. She lifted her read/write head, and sought Arleen 's sassing with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each former 's nub, like their initiatory kiss at the airport, only this fourth dimension it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting tonal pattern 's lingua while her own tongue slid over air 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square mm of her mouth.

melody 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's boob, ignoring the engorging mamilla. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to melodic line 's touch, becoming rubbery as look of pleasure began to flow from tonal pattern 's finger tips. Melody sighed content ; her own hand caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her font to Arleen 's tit, her clapper traced where her fingerbreadth had been only second earlier. She sucked, her natural language probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

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

Melody dragged her natural language across Arleen 's bellybutton, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her leg wide, and driving force upwards, by tensioning her rump, offering Melody her densely hairy damp slit. melodic phrase needed no s pass ; delicately she lowered her backtalk onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvic arch upward, mashing melody 's look into her sodden pussy. melodic line sensed the alteration in Arleen 's respiration, her thighs began minute electrical little dork, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in strain 's hair, holding her grimace between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide, she began to slam, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, melodic line had pressed first one, then two, finger's breadth into Arleen 's wet paries slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as melodic phrase contracted, tightening a wet grip on her finger as the peacenik into her soft essence with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with shortly dork she shook her head, while pressing her poke severe, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic off-white. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her public figure, before, the rigidifying in coming, her fingers digging into her pilus, spurts of milky lube gushed from her pussy, as one sexual climax rolled into two, then a tierce, each significantly less than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in short gasp, her trunk covered in sweating, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

melodic line slid back up on the bed adjacent to her, caressing her. She planted diffused wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated dampish hide, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her buss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, reach me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could feel tonal pattern 's heart and soul licking beneath her paw, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her manus had been. melody 's tegument was soft and firm, her chest were big, far swelled than her 34C 's. Her pap had contracted to a crumple coppery brown ; her ventilation had altered as Arleen had kissed her tit. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her deal down to the moist junction of melody 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, Melody 's pussy was plump, completely unruffled and hairless. Arleen closed her script over melodic line 's knock off Monday. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump slit possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to trim line 's plump lilliputian pussy open. Her heart and soul was superheated, automatically ; strain widened her knees, and spread her thigh. At the apex of the sun's way she found an upright little clitoris, she circled it with her index, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her nerve her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly strain 's helping hand flew to apply Arleen 's psyche between her thigh. While she continued to kiss tune 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of melodic phrase 's puss walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back profoundly than before. melody had begun to heave and strive, her thighs and pelvis undulating as her sexual climax approached. Arleen grazed melody 's button with her front tooth pushing tune over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her ramification flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole twat pulsed in metre with her fast trounce heart, she cried out, her consistence stiffened, as cloud nine overtook her.

Arleen began to clobber the copious amounts of liquid oozing from Melody 's snatch, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's philia slowed to a normal step, and her breathing became regular.

'' Jesus Christ ! She swore, and you said you were n't a lesbian. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to draw close close and buss her tender breasts softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

'' Before now, I was n't, but I 've watched porno, ya know. I know what would 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 smut ! What else did porn teach you ? '' melodic phrase asked.

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

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