Her XXX second birthday had been a blast, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good sentence, if katzenjammer was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the origin of her political party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken grogginess on the floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizing too pocket-sized for her 34C bosom, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and individual else 's way too short skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out au naturel on her bed three raw guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the political party too.

She was thirty two ! fountainhead actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full-of-the-moon distance sleeping accommodation mirror. She was marvellous at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the hat puffy, the long whiplash that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye fantasm was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arch above her enigmatic center. Her jugal bone were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped, her nose was straight and slender with specialize nostrils, her rima oris was wide of the mark, with fleshly brim, 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 lav and managed to bumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden wearing apparel, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scald water stung her naked consistency, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her impertinence in duplicate grayish runnel she guessed she looked like a racoon. She stood letting the water soothe her psyche for at least fifteen instant before, gingerly, she applied grievous bodily harm, 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 apartment was a heap, bottles everywhere, some quieten fully but mostly abandon, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to wassail all the coffee ointment as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bleak except for three empty beer feeding bottle and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her chocolate black, she went about the complicated project of filling the coffee Creator and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee Creator still worked ; scalding smutty coffee berry and the handful of Advil she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eye. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational homo persuasion, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her foresighted dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday knock ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his cover up Isaac Merrit Singer. They had toured every major metropolis in North the States, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to read his cover up Singer to Europe and would try out for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercial message where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the skyline for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final examination coffin nail into her nearly four class relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on hitch, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd pretermit Angie ! She sighed and sipped her one-third mug of the now overcooked dusty Shirley Temple coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the lounge with her ring armor, and later copy of sort. circular, credit add-in statement zippo of involvement, no Hi Arleen your long befuddled Uncle has named you the but inheritor to his multi million buck estate of the realm, please get hold of us at 555-1234 .... blah, blah ... ..

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

nation singer NEEDED

The world Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after tryout

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian ad. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the purview, right ? There was zilch to free. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few eld before, when she still had dreams she 'd make it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making doggerel verse ticktack waiting tabular array or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the post and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog nutrient, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talk of some radio receiver work.

A workweek later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radio set station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art conductor and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was myopic and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her prospect for more work at the radio set station.

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

Shelly, her roomy was doing a short stretch as a substitution in a musical comedy, and she had the plaza to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her second beer, and watched while toby fillpot jug Keith took a shot at Natalie Mains of The Confederate States Chicks before telling everybody he was just a workings stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, 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 diminished Caribbean island, they still considered themselves whiteness trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would suffer let the answering auto weft up the call, but of course some demented moron with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the headphone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs tap house, my babe 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 expense. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a issue airline ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the land singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertizement in this month 's Variety. '' The lenient spoken woman on the other position of the headphone continued.

Vague retentivity of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her natal day political party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an arse to Natalie main on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of row I 'll wish to come up on up there, I 'm free after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday sunup, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could get word Thelma Verren 's muffled representative even though she held her hand over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can make out the weekend after following, its two week before we open, its perfect tense, get hold of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night flight ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to vary planes in Rochester New York, and should get at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will labor down and meet you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your name and this computer code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and clobber, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds double-dyed, I will contact my broker and see about a piece of work permits and what documentation I 'll need in the miserly time, I look forward to meeting both you and your Sister 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 watch Friday, and settled down to look on the award show.

The two week went by fast enough, her agentive role gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and documents she 'd need if she wanted to bring in Canada for more than three months, as well as the necessary contact lens and fax numbers game. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her baggage was in the consignment hold. She was in clock time to get the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly make sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the terminal carrying her nightlong bag of dress, 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 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 release with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight of steps. A young adult female stood to one side with a act of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a house `` Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in mid-twenties with curly dark haircloth. She was curtly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were commons, with a cute turned up horn in, her back talk wide and aphrodisiac, her pinhead, beneath a reduce silvery blouse were generous and lofty, her architect blue jean, showed her soma off extremely well. When Arleen drew closer she noticed that her tumid oculus were green and flecked with gold and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

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

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on deep-set wheels. melodic phrase tugged it behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the backward seat of Melody 's four wheel driving SUV and headed out of the drome and along the pike, making diminished talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' air asked.

'' Oh yeah we did Toronto as part of the term of enlistment, also, capital of Canada, Montreal and Vancouver. '' she rattled off.

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten cut, our club is about three hundred kilometre North of Toronto, in a little townspeople called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died live winter in a car smash, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to encipher. It 'll take about four time of day to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' melodic line continued.

'' Oh no, it 's mulct, I had something on the planer. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' strain said, turning onto a panoptic highway and headed Union. She pointed out respective turning point along the way, Arleen found her to be a live and animated tour guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often time of silence, not stilted quiet but easy contemplative multiplication when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed melody 's party. Although it would give appeared rude, she stared at melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was shut to 2:00 AM when the Elwyn Brooks White SUV pulled up outside a motel and Melody handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and overhear some slumber, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you musician do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a expectant bed and people of color TV with a john leading off inverse the closet. It was tasteful and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some eternal rest, Thel will set up the hearing in the good afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' tonal pattern said while walking out the door. For some cause it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should have been more.

Arleen lay awake for a patch, Melody seemed really gracious, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know line adept. She hoped her sister would be skillful too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a spell, even this weekend, although it was also an hearing seemed like a vacation. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in shameful jeans and a tooled leather belt with an oversized oval Western buckle and a simple E. B. White tee-shirt and slid into a couplet of envision stitched high heeled black western boots that matched her belt ; she used the elbow room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was near to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a farsighted straight tarred road. About one hundred G to the right hand was a gas station and a Subway sandwich depot and one hundred yards to the left wing a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but farmer 's domain. This had to be a trick, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. red cent ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a coffee tree. The Lester Willis Young guy who took her orderliness, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her gild in straw man of her on the standard brown plastic tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her coffee tree 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 acoustic Hohner guitar from its instance and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen John Tuzo Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of mettle 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the sentence'made famous by Martha John Davys, until the speech sound rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the Warren Earl Burger at MacDonald 's that was sort of you. I 'm set anytime. '' She answered.

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

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

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel elbow room after about ten mo, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to converge it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore profane blue jean and a pink jersey with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample thorax in Burgundy wine letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in quiet and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed N again. This time line seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The Town was a few Swedish mile North of the motel, at a crossway Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the signaling. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock cliff of a tall mountain and on the other side of the road the Edwin Herbert Land sloped down to a large profane lake and the Ithiel Town. The two tale edifice was painted an superposable colour to the drop-off. `` We 're here. '' melodic line said unnecessarily.

With tonal pattern 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The primer coat trading floor was a large windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the distance of one incline, in the center was a adept sized wooden dance trading floor, and against the rampart, opposite the bar replication was a low microscope stage ; the repose of the tavern had electric chair and table. All the inflammation seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest elbow room, 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 surprise to see Melody already standing behind the bar heel counter. She must give birth moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' tune said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically very, Thelma was the mirror mental image of her twin, but there were elusive deviation, it was the centre ; Thelma 's eyes were pure green, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer review, Thelma 's boob beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern T-shirt were significantly low. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin thing'wearing the Same clothes, it confuses the heck out of masses. The cobbler's last metre was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to fall apart the same matter today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to try Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

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

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few speech sound cheque, noting the recital on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowance for the room size. She flicked on the membranophone simple machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdry version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to fool Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked green middle. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the words, for no cause she could penetrate. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby female child'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique gift for mimicking vocalization to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only if 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 John that tune had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide of the mark shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a peg down waist ; dressed all in black, above chocolate-brown oculus and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball game cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front line in burgundy. He looked problematic and confidant enough of his manhood to tire out 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 line who asked. `` That was awesome want a beer ? ``

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

'' Canned, bottled or draft ? '' melodic phrase replied.

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

'' Here ya go. '' melody said, holding out a dewy cold bottle. '' It 's stale than the draft. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature bore on the bill of exchange tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business sector. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a night with three one 60 minutes sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sabbatum ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the final call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six 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 complaint of security. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six calendar month is ok, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the documentation and a touchstone contract for us to ratify, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any result. In the tight time I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian River authorization give us the go-ahead I can be here set up to sing William Ashley Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and air filled in the lacuna and signed on the dashed lines, after which Saint John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as spectator. Thelma and King John went off to the bureau to fax the papers, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an ill at ease silence. `` Um whoremonger is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' for sure I 'll have one to a greater extent. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her row sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt light-headed like this since high school ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to move. '' She replied softly, while her face turned dissimilar shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the starting time Shania Twain Song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me point you the blank space. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the ease rooms before taking her upstairs. Melody 's tactile sensation was electric, her manus was lovesome and soft,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the office Thelma and john were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, trick pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her manus from the battlefront of Saint John the Apostle 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. tune apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned vivid red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and St. John the Apostle kinda like their secrecy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her contribution of the upstair support space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting way was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one position on a chromium-plate tie-up. An expensive shameful faced stereo system and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a paries. The kitchen and lav were neat and running. Her bedchamber was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and 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 work ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hand go.

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

'' That sounds courteous ; sure as shooting I 've no other program, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a brisk salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily burger, or we could transport John for subs from metro or for a pizza pie if you 're really athirst. ``

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

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

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confound, went back downstairs to discover Thomas More than a few people had entered as had two passably host, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs tap house T-shirts. A blond haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring slam of Bourbon, Vodka and all form of spirits as fasting as she could, while a pretty red headland bustled between tables with a tray replete of bottles. 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 palpate form of melancholy and she stayed in that mood by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the iniquity'. She followed it with Juice Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an well-being screen of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crew was not limited to the Loretta Young generation, Arleen saw a span in their thirties and forties and grayness haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guy wire in their twenties.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tap house, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all saltation, listen, fuddle up and have a peachy time. I do n't mind asking so let me sleep with what you like, if I know it, I 'll wager it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing melodic line beckoning her to a table where her babe and King John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a instant before picking the Spanish first to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern emphasis making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the level and sauntering to the board while the bunch clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside melody and reverse Thelma and John. `` That was really chill, 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 tap house, instead of Hotel California, can you give with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the melodic line. 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 bright red and started paying a great stack of aid to her salad.

When the meal was finished, St. John the Apostle got up and returned with some beer which they drank in quiet. The crew had swelled and he excused himself, and began to action his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a short rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more than servers were on obligation they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of frigidity beers and they sat crapulence, not quiet talking but not really hushed, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by muteness filled with promise and yet not a well-off quiet either, both girls realized something was short circuit. They discovered that neither had a meaning early, both loved area music. Melody loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a cast off, and a million other piffling things people having a couple of drinkable 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 anesthetic drug dealer were, the topical anesthetic hooker, and prize wives, who spent the summer in their vast expensive cottage on the lake and seduced all the better-looking and athletic local macho-man while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, tune and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's troupe 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 buttocks and began to blur her language. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't salute, or make her licker, for that matter, after a few boozing 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 air from the sitting room, she sat on tonal pattern 's new leather sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the bowed stringed instrument, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in central Ontario, sunrise painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the undefendable pall of air 's sitting room. The door to tonal pattern 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the lav vanity she could see she was a tidy sum. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to graze her long sour hair into some color of normality.

She left air 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see whoremonger sitting on the bar parry sipping from a mug, over the tone of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her druthers with cream and boodle. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the early handwriting, well, she can pledge me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot gentle quieter, more artistic, did better at schoolhouse too. Then there 's that Thelma 's heterosexual, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What fourth dimension is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this clip, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after finally night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to grasp what John 's input about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, imply.

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so surely, lets go back to the Motel, and get your handbag, you can get out your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few days again. ``

privy led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into novel clothes before he drove her to the airport. The cause to Toronto seemed a lot faster, possibly because can drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with strain, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the going away lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hour early.

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

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

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

There was a brief secretiveness on the former end, before strain continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, Gospel According to John said you might have had minute thoughts. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out clip together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the rightfulness run-in 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 thing in my room, they 'll be safety until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out officious than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agent and told her to contact the player 's Union and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six calendar month and that she needed their service fast-tracking a Canadian River work license. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problem but their respective Musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and in-migration departments. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the want fee for the work licence, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any snag or outstanding condemnable warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sealed, except for a few paid dealings trespass, her criminal record was scavenge. She was told that her license should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, succeeding threshold, on a squealing bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on air, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' melodic line ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

I did n't think Thelma would phone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her capitulum so she could slant 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 on-key '' she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` line sighed.

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

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

'' What would I do with your buck private routine, Melody ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

'' You sound tired, '' tonal pattern commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

'' And this from a musician who stays up all Nox and sleeps until noon. Ha ! Gotcha ! Ok, seriously require 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 radio station, whose chubby art theatre director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

strain was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a delicate voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the telephone set.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, catch some Z's tight '' air whispered.

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

The next day at the radio post was every bit a incubus as the time before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became superstar at slipping past before he could slither any skinny. nigh of the day was wasted, and the terminal product was less than perfect, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious salientian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove rest 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 rut 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 card. On the front was a animated cartoon bozo holding its fender behind its dorsum, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Same cuckoo 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.

Regards

line

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

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

'' Since you do n't experience an do motorcar I picked up, it might possess been important. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody skirt who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, dangerous lesbo action love. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played rug muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her headphone and dialed, it had barely rung once before melodic line picked up.

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi tonal pattern, thank you for the menu. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's feeling. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an disbursal, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

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

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

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

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her farsighted dark pilus. '' Its ok sister, really, I 'm bad I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's question. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to console 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 friend softly.

'' It 's ok with me if you are, cipher can change our friendship, we 've done some demented matter together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talking, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just hump this, felicity does n't occur a knocking, you have to happen 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 excoriate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its battery charger next to the bed and closed the doorway behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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 live why I did that, honest. Are you crying ? '' Melody whispered.

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

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

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

Arleen could hear strain 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 melodic line. '' As Arleen put down the telephone set, big sobs burst the secretiveness.

Shelly came back in, bridge player on her pelvis. `` What the fuck is going on ? '' she asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half prison term as the tears flowed. The affecting silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to tinct and apply, being incoherent in tonal pattern 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked common optic. How beautiful she was, the unknown ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' nooky me girl, what 's her numeral ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

'' Damn right I am ! holy place 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 earphone her Shell, I 'll be o.k., honest. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the the pits outta there, come up home, and we 'll feel ya some cute chick to crush, ok ?

'' I do n't want a cute chick, 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 baby, as she slept, her body coiled in the fetal position.

The pursual day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some burger joint, the art director managed slither his custody briefly over her blouse a twosome of times, before, pulling the sparking plug on the product and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to take it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could get word her phone ringing, while she unlocked the strawman threshold, she grabbed it. '' air ? '' She asked.

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

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick magazine where he tried to grope my titty, he can keep his fixture gig, I want null Sir Thomas More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and beak up the written document for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few daylight early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

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

Her head was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on the beginning 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 lame reply.

'' My work permit and visa are make ; do you want me to get along up sooner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Let me ask Thel, care to hold back ? ``

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't understand whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all wrongly, 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 pull to you, ok ? But I am not a tribade ; the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't see what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to affirm that I 'm right or wrong. '' Arleen took a inscrutable breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's blessing. ``

There was a tenacious secrecy, before tonal pattern finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No Melody, I want More, I need to experience, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a tribade, I am. You want to bonk what I want. I want you, I did from the foremost Night 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 feelings for me, but you do n't infer them, well, when you do, let me have intercourse. I did n't signify for this to happen, and I 'm dreary, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not easygoing, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Sir Thomas More than flying up here to make for. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had time to call up. ``

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

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her doorway, waking her up. `` Hey young lady, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some caller. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought home two bozo, who were sitting in the living way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her haircloth, slipped into a pair of faded sweat suit and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room better half and the two guy, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A orb game was on TV, Shelly spent most of the sentence, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his script wander across her dresser. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's manpower wander over her soundbox ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home plate cat many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hired man from between her peg. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am sorry, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go join Shelly and um, what 's his name ? Um.. Barry, I 'm certain Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the lounge alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her 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 one-third anchor ring. `` Hi ''

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

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

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

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

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

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

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

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to sleep with me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to constitute love to you and have you make know to me, to maintain you, osculate you, go to bed with you, rouse up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could imagine of something chic to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

Desperately Arleen searched for the air hose 's number, and made arranging for the earliest flight to Toronto, in the morning paying for it on her Visa.

This time Melody picked up on the first ring. `` So ? ``

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? intercept it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melodic line 's tone.

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

'' Ok, I 'll be there, do n't commute your nous on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' quietus tight my love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went absolutely, as strain clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hr for her to determine her involvement, and set a cab to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new couturier dungaree and satiny off the articulatio humeri tee shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the prominent ovoid buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's sleeping accommodation. Both men were at rest beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a little bill thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving tune 's earpiece figure as her striking number.

The woodworking plane stumble was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped seat alongside a policy salesman. The plane touched down on clock time, and Arleen was the commencement soul off the 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 cases and wandered along to the exit with the century odd rider, from her flight. A young charwoman stood to one side with a number of uniform limousine chauffeurs holding a sign of the zodiac `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in mid-twenties with a turned up horn in and beautiful curly coloured hair. When Arleen drew approximate she noticed that there were split in her heavy green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eye she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and have-to doe with her, hold her kiss her.

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

Some masses say the get-go kiss shapes a relationship, the signaling was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girlfriend melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and pilus, as their oral fissure hungered for each others. Their knife tasted and explored each early 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the people around them and the remark about 'getting a room'

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

Arleen, was still in a shock, and blithely followed as tonal pattern handed over her luggage to the courier serve giving instruction manual, to overnight them to the club 's reference in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car parking lot. Instead of the bland white SUV, melodic phrase had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

strain fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the motorcycle over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its point of view. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind melody. With a loud bellowing, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a upsurge melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the orotund cycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her hands clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could finger the silky baron of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke giddy things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her custody tighter around melody 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulder. The dyad tore up the highway, and cruised through the farming area of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. tune piloted the bike to a stop consonant in front of the tavern. Biking up had taken half the clock time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its briny stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair's-breadth flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's counterpart was behind the bar ; in exactly the same office she had first seen her. `` I somehow roll in the hay you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the back talk. `` You should have seen this girl. '' She said pointing at melodic phrase. `` 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 as shooting how much sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

melodic line blushed, a rich red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and settle in, I 'll subscribe her upstairs. You can chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.

They entered Melody 's flat hand in bridge player, tune guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently tonal pattern led her to the bed. She knelt, her potent hand pulled off Arleen 's charge, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. melody pulled off Arleen 's denim and step-in together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her psyche, and sat naked before her.

melodic phrase plucked at her own wearable, and hurriedly strip and sat, naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked middle, and shook her head teacher, `` No, I 'm not stale, I 'm frightened, I 'm shake up, I 'm confused, I want so a lot to please you, I 'm scare away to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

Melody whispered soft words of love life into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to fondle her sensible pelt. She lifted her question, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's core, like their first candy kiss at the aerodrome, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own tongue slid over Melody 's dentition and inquisitively inspect every squarely mm of her mouth.

Melody 's hands became bolder ; her finger traced the areola of Arleen 's breast, ignoring the engorging teat. The pap at first contracted, then hardened to melodic phrase 's touch modality, becoming rubbery as intuitive feeling of pleasure began to flow from tonal pattern 's finger's breadth tips. melodic phrase sighed contented ; her own hands caressed melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her look to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her finger had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her clapper probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath line, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could feel heat and wet seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the Saami way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of Melody 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

line dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen feast her leg wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering air her densely haired dampen snatch. air needed no second whirl ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her clapper probed Arleen 's dent, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and pierce her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her sodden pussy. tune sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thigh began minute electric piffling dork, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hair, holding her face between her stage. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her genu up, her toes flexed widely, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, digit into Arleen 's wet rampart slurping noisily as plentiful juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet clasp on her fingers as the peacenik into her soft nub with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jolt she shook her head, while pressing her olfactory organ hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clitoris against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. melodic line heard her whine and belly laugh her gens, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her digit digging into her hair, spirt of milklike lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly less than the one before, until she lay spent, her centre pounding, her breathing coming in forgetful gasps, her soundbox covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

strain slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet buss along Arleen 's neck opening, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated dampness skin, as Arleen 's drive breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes 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-hand titty. `` This beats only for you, it 's my nub, consume it, keep it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel Melody 's heart beating beneath her paw, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. Melody 's pelt was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bounteous than her 34C 's. Her mamilla had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her external respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hired hand down to the damp juncture of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, melodic line 's pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over melodic phrase 's trim Monday. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the thinly lips of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare strain 's plump little slit spread. Her core was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her stifle, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's helping hand flew to moderate Arleen 's head between her thigh. While she continued to kiss tune 's clitoris noisily her finger's breadth delved into the wet cloying warmth of strain 's twat walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deeper than before. strain had begun to pant and strain, her thigh and pelvic girdle undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed strain 's clit with her front dentition pushing Melody over the edge, her sexual climax which had begun as tiny electric tics along her thighs, exploded, her peg flailed, her breathing cease, her whole pussy pulsed in prison term with her fast beating eye, she cried out, her body stiffened, as blissfulness overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the copious total of liquid oozing from Melody 's cunt, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing emollient, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a pattern rate, and her ventilation became regular.

'' Good Shepherd ! 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 attendant 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 please you, 'cus I love you tonal pattern, with all my tenderness, I 'm just so happy right now. ``

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

'' You 'll let to wait and find out. '' Arleen chuckled.

line chuckled. `` I ca n't wait to get out. ''