Her XXX second natal day had been a blast, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the concluding twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a trade good clip, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't ascertain the underwear she had worn at the kickoff of her political party ; in fact she woke up from her bibulous semiconsciousness on the floor of her sleeping accommodation in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizing too small for her 34C tit, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too shortly doll that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out nude on her bed three au naturel Guy were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was 30 two ! Well actually thirty two and two Day. Arleen looked at herself in her full-of-the-moon length chamber mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue oculus were bloodshot and the chapeau puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her centre appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatical eyes. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was pith shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow anterior naris, her mouth was wide, with sensual backtalk, her Kuki was sharp-worded but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the toilet and managed to trip up into the shower without tearing the shower bath curtain down. In her borrowed wearable she let the warm urine cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden wearing apparel, turned up the hot pee and stood as the almost scalding pee stung her naked body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twin grey rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her person for at to the lowest degree fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a hole, bottle everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her serve car had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable percentage in the kernel of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to drink all the coffee emollient as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. fountainhead with the way she felt it would be wise to fuddle her coffee dark, she went about the complicated task of filling the java Divine and switching it on.

Thank God the chocolate manufacturing business still worked ; scalding black umber and the handful of isobutylphenyl propionic acid she took began to blunt the dull throbbing behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human sentiment, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her recollective benighted hair.

It had been more than a birthday do ; 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 binding up vocaliser. They had toured every Major city in magnetic north America, now he was headed to EEC, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not capable to have his vertebral column up Isaac Bashevis Singer to EU and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an auditory modality for, but there was zilch 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the net casket nail into her nearly four year kinship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a calendar week after she left to go on turn, to have a go at it her in force friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd leave out Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her pocketbook, and found it stuffed behind the lounge with her mail, and late copy of Variety. bank note, credit card financial statement cipher of sake, no Hi Arleen your foresighted fall behind Uncle has named you the lonesome heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact 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 binding she saw a square bordered advertizing :

body politic Isaac M. Singer NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED nation MUSICAN

Entertainer

declaration will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the underworld, she had nothing on the purview, right ? There was nothing to unleash. She dug through her loo, finding a transcript the indorsement she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreaming she 'd take a shit it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat out waiting board or taking off your dress for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and indorsement into the post and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her factor led to a slight work over the following few mean solar day singing jingles for under arm deodourant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their eat refrigerator. There was also public lecture of some radio workplace.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a squawk of a day, the radio station for which she was doing a jangle had a manic art conductor and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and corpulent ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her fortune for more workplace at the radio 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 lounge and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roomie was doing a short stint as a replacement in a musical comedy, and she had the seat to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie Mains of The South Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working corpse, 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 home, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves blank trash.

The telephone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering machine option up the Call, but of track some demented half-wit with a baseball game bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female responded at the former 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 derive up to Lake Ontario Canada for a last audition ? Well gladly fulfill your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return airline tag waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the body politic vocalist ? You sent us a promo CD in resolution to our advert in this month 's Variety. '' The soft spoken cleaning lady on the other side of the earpiece continued.

Vague storage of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Louis Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an asshole to Natalie main on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of path I 'll like to fall on up there, I 'm loose after next calendar week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday sunrise, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could find out Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her hand over the headphone. `` Mel, she says she can occur the weekend after next, its two week before we open, its perfect, get appreciation 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 flying ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to convert planes in Rochester New House of York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will labor down and meet you at the airdrome. When you get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll possess your ticket, transferee and material, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional person by that time. '' That sounds perfective, I will get hold of my agent and see about a work licence and what documentation I 'll take in the bastardly fourth dimension, I look forward to meeting both you and your sis the weekend after adjacent, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

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

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

The two workweek went by debauched enough, her agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and written document she 'd involve if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three month, as well as the necessary contact and fax phone number. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the volume of her baggage was in the cargo hold. She was in time to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a chalk of wine-colored and a few elegantly devise sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the light flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the terminus carrying her overnight bag of apparel, and was well-chosen to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brasil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the C odd passengers, from her flight of steps. A young woman stood to one slope with a identification number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a star sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly morose fuzz. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her middle were green, with a cute turned up intrude, her backtalk panoptic and sexy, her boobs, beneath a slight silvery blouse were generous and proud, her decorator blue jean, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew close she noticed that her magnanimous oculus were Green and flecked with gold and her cutis 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 flying. Can I serve you with your stuff, it looks toilsome. ``

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed roulette wheel. 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 nates of Melody 's four bicycle drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along the throughway, making small talking. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' melodic line asked.

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

'' fountainhead we 're a piddling off the beaten track, our golf club is about three hundred kilometer North of Toronto, in a petty town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last wintertime in a car clangoring, Thel and I have spent virtually of our time and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll admit about four hours to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide main road and headed northward. She pointed out assorted landmark along the way, Arleen found her to be a vital and animated go scout. tonal pattern, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted silence but slow brooding times when it did n't look necessary to speak, she enjoyed line 's caller. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and colouring material TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the W.C.. It was straight and clean, and far better than some of the room she had used while on tour.

'' well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the good afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' air said while walking out the room access. For some ground it was an ill-chosen moment, almost as if there should ingest been more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to have it away Melody expert. She hoped her sis would be nice too, it would be unspoilt to get out of capital of Tennessee for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a holiday. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black dungaree and a tooled leather smash with an oversized ellipse Western buckle and a simple blanched tee-shirt and slide into a distich of fancy stitched high heeled fateful westerly charge that matched her belt ammunition ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hairsbreadth, before venturing out. It was a stupor. The temperature was close to 100 point. The Birchacres Motel was just off a foresighted heterosexual tarred road. About one hundred grand to the right wing was a gas station and a Subway sandwich storage and one hundred cubic yard to the left a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for knot but farmer 's domain. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive clowning, Ashton Kushner better watch out. darn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren Earl Burger and fries and a coffee berry. The Lester Willis Young guy who took her social club, who 's figure was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her decree in front man of her on the standard John Brown charge plate tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strand before moving into Gretchen President Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady variation of nerve 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the sentence'made famous by Martha Miles Dewey Davis Jr., until the speech sound rang.

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their casing. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and tilled land 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 minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it tonal pattern climbed out Her expression flushed. She wore risque dungaree and a ping T-shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in burgundy letter of the alphabet. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both womanhood realized that something was missing. melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the cover. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This prison term air seemed reserved and there was not lots conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The town was a few Admiralty mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main route and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock drop-off of a tall stack and on the early side of the route the dry land sloped down to a large grim lake and the Town. The two narration building was painted an very coloration to the drop. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With melody 's supporter she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The reason floor was a boastfully windowless air conditioned substantial room with an oaken bar comeback running the distance of one side, in the center was a right sized wooden dance story, and against the wall, opposite the bar rejoinder was a small degree ; the rest of the tavern had electric chair and table. All the light seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ma'am and Gent residual rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see air already standing behind the bar replication. She must make moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' melodic phrase said holding out her handwriting, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror simulacrum of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's center were pure green, without the aureate dapple. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on snug inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the garden pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

'' Hi Thelma, pleased to run into you, shall I set up on the phase ? '' She asked.

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

'' 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 affair'wearing the same dress, it confuses the heck out of people. The live time was at varsity a few twelvemonth ago. I guess we just chose to wear the Sami things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you need trick to come too ? '' tune asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound checks, noting the readings on her mixing dining table, and dragging the sliders up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for valuation reserve for the room size of it. She flicked on the barrel automobile and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck adult female'and followed up with her own bawdry version of ticker 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the meter looking into melodic line 's gold-flecked immature eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to recognize'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the language, for no reason she could sound. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby missy'Finally she chose the cowcatcher again and ended the set by using her singular natural endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the creative person herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a flint silence from the consultation of three, a man, who must be St. John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding deal. He was well over 6'with spacious shoulder joint, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown center and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked hood and confidant enough of his manhood to wear a pinko baseball game cap.

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

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

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

'' Canned, bottled or draft ? '' tonal pattern replied.

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

'' Here ya go. '' tune said, holding out a dewy cold bottle. '' It 's frigid than the bill of exchange. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge 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 kickoff of July ? Can we accord to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one hour lot, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Fri and Saturday ? Three to four one minute band from 10.00 PM depending on quantity of hoi polloi et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the finis claim is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still happy with each former. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is Gospel According to John Tompos, our muscleman, he 's in charge of security. '' She said, punching him bumbling on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an filename extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian River player 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a employment permit for me. I have the documentation and a received contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably possess to hold back for any reply. In the have in mind time I can fly back get things in lodge back home. If Canadian River authority give us the go-ahead I can be here ready to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and tune filled in the blanks and signed on the constellate lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as informant. Thelma and John went off to the government agency to fax the documents, leaving line and Arleen once again together in an inapt silence. `` Um lavatory is Thomas 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 I 'll cause one to a greater extent. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt giddy like this since high school ...

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

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

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign up you after we heard the first off Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' Melody took her by the paw and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest room before taking her upstairs. tune 's contact was electrical, her hand was warm and mild,

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

The upper berth floor consisted of a large bureau at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the place Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any papers, they sprang apart, hastily, trick pulled his mitt out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the battlefront of St. John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned brightly red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their concealment as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs living space.

Her flat was spacious, everything was new, the sitting way was furnished with a Bourgogne leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chromium-plate viewpoint. An expensive black faced stereoscopic photograph and surroundings sound speaker stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a rampart. The kitchen and toilet were swell and running. Her sleeping accommodation was dominated by a Brobdingnagian bed. Altogether it was orderly and pick. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting way, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you take on ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her mitt go.

line chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her lookout man, `` Oh lord ! It 's six already, would you like to delay here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps feature supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and John ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summer menu around here, you 've already had your daily Burger, or we could send John for subs from underpass or for a pizza pie if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need any service getting it ready ? '' Arleen asked.

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

air went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a slight confused, went back downstairs to come up more than a few mass had entered as had two somewhat servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tap house T-shirt. A blond haired host was popping caps of beer and pouring shot of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fasting as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the point, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that way by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with Juice Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an aroused slide by changing to the electrical cowcatcher and doing an upbeat book binding of Alison Krauss''You say it ripe'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. generation, Arleen saw a span in their thirties and forty and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all terpsichore, listen, drink up and have a not bad time. I do n't mind requests so let me do it what you like, if I know it, I 'll trifle it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing melody beckoning her to a tabular array where her sis and Gospel According to John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heel a second before picking the Spanish start to the eagle 's 'Hotel CA'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel Golden State, her southerly accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside line and opponent Thelma and John. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great publicity for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the composition confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the Word of God to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the line. You are really talented. Sit and chill with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awing ! '' melodic line gushed. She turned brilliantly red and started paying a great deal of attention to her salad.

When the repast was finished, John 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 picayune rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more host were on duty they were getting swamped. strain grabbed another twain of cold beers and they sat imbibing, not quiet talking but not really tranquilize, sporadic salvo of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a well-to-do silence either, both girls realized something was unawares. They discovered that neither had a significant early, both loved country music. strain loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other slight matter mass having a span of swallow tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more than beers and chatted, mainly it was line, pointing out topical anaesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug bargainer were, the local anaesthetic floozy, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive bungalow on the lake and seduced all the well-favored and athletic local anaesthetic studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, melodic line 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 stern and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't toast, or carry her licker, for that issue, after a few drinking 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 strain from the sitting room, she sat on Melody 's new leather sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the train, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

morn comes early in telephone exchange Lake Ontario, dayspring painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunshine streaming through the open curtain of strain 's sitting room. The door to tonal pattern 's way was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the privy. In the bath vanity she could see she was a mountain. Hastily she washed her font and used her fingers to rake her foresightful grim pilus into some semblance of normalcy.

She left melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar parry sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee berry, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her penchant with cream and clams. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in quiet, before John said, `` Do n't imagine badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the former manus, well, she can drink me under the board 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 straightaway, 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 of stairs, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my matter and get out of here, after finally night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what John 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, meant.

'' Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure enough, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can provide your equipment here if you like I 'm sure as shooting Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it house on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few twenty-four hours again. ``

John led the way to his pickup truck, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower bath and changed into refreshful 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 Melody, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the exit lounge and had arrived for her flight a honest two hour early.

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

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

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

There was a abbreviated muteness on the other end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had secondment persuasion. ``

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

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

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

'' Um ... ... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my unscathed name, Melody. Rather than complain 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 time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the flop Christian Bible 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 affair in my room, they 'll be secure until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her oral cavity close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out meddlesome than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agent and told her to get through the Musician 's trades union and tell them she was going to knead in Canada for six month and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian employment permission. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few job but their respective instrumentalist sum worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration departments. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any hang-up or outstanding crook warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sealed, except for a few paid traffic usurpation, her felonious record was sporty. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could take heed Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a screechy bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' hullo ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

'' What 're ya doing'? '' tonal pattern 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 head teacher so she could run back against it.

'' So what do ya want ? '' line asked, her feeling accusatory

.

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

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

She was pipe down for a minute, and Arleen could visualize her grinning.

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't do it, 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 call me ? ``

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you desire my private number ? '' melody asked.

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

'' You can phone me on it. Write it down, pinhead, 705-555- 3423 '' Melody demanded.

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

air was quiet for a instant, and then she said in a cushy voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the speech sound.

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

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

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

The succeeding day at the radio place was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past before he could slither any closer. Most 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 accept 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 please to make it home base, the needle of the heat gage, 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 room access. I was a card. On the front line was a cartoon goofball holding its offstage behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the plug-in, the same goose had opened its wings wide the notice read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed get together you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

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

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

'' Since you do n't make an answering machine I picked up, it might suffer been of import. Yeah girl ! Some melodic line 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 carpeting muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the calling card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's pure tone. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we percentage an disbursal, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's byplay. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' melodic phrase said, clicking off the phone.

There was a whack on the room access. `` Arleen ? Are you ok ? I was joking babe, do n't get all turnover, it ca n't be that prison term of the month ? ''

Arlene threw the telephone set at the doorway. `` Shut up Shelly, just go away me alone ok ? '' She begged as teardrop began to flow, for some unknown reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair. '' Its ok sister, really, I 'm drab I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's nous. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Thomas Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

'' But what if I am ? '' she sobbed, `` I dunno carapace, I just dunno I am so confused rightfield now, just let me sleep, ok ? '' she asked her friend 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 hail a knocking, you have to see it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't weigh if it 's with a guy or girlfriend, it 's your happiness. Do n't condemn yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the telephone 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.

Half an 60 minutes later Arleen was still on her back, her heart red and sore, the phone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Yeah, certain, night-night. ``

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big son of a bitch burst the quiet.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each former, the wanting to touch and sustain, being tongue-tie in Melody 's front, the changing of the lyric poem from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked light-green center. How beautiful she was, the foreign 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 bonk ? Then witness out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' nooky me missy, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her cuticle, I 'll be mulct, honest. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the hell outta there, come dwelling house, and we 'll incur ya some precious skirt to squeeze, ok ?

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

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

The travel along day went pretty often the same as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio set post had had brought in from some Warren Burger articulatio, the art theatre director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a brace of meter, before, pulling the plug on the product and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to get it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her phone ringing, while she unlocked the breast door, she grabbed it. '' line ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have good news ! I have your work Trachinotus falcatus, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to place them to you, or do you desire to convey them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not glad with your work, and he 's abandoning the task. compassion that could have been a lasting gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my boobs, he can keep his regular gig, I want goose egg more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and foot up the papers for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

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

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

'' Let me ask Thel, guardianship to expect ? ``

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this shit, ok ? I do n't realize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signaling that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all wrongfulness, 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 Isaac Bashevis Singer for your order, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only if char I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the Lapp way about me, but you never said or did anything to affirm that I 'm proper or wrong. '' Arleen took a cryptic breath before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's favourable reception. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

'' I wo n't ask Thel 's license. I 'll converge you at the airport, when 's your escape ? ``

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

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

'' No tonal pattern, I want more, I need to know, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know Thomas More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to fuck what I want. I want you, I did from the first nighttime I met you. You say you are n't a sapphic, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have touch sensation for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't think of for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not slowly, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had metre to think. ``

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

It must take in been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her threshold, waking her up. `` Hey miss, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought nursing home two hombre, who were sitting in the bread and butter room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her haircloth, slipped into a pair of washed-out fret and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room partner and the two bozo, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an comptroller, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A clump plot was on TV, Shelly spent most of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his 30, slightly overweight and his fuzz had begun to drop off. He leaned across Arleen, letting his deal wander across her dresser. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's work force wander over her body ; she felt zero, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought dwelling guys many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Saami guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a unforesightful curly haired, dark-green eyed girl with big tit in Canada. intuitive feeling Elliot 's hand inside her bloomers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his script from between her pegleg. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

She dialed, the phone was answered after the third base 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 originally conversation. `` Are we having Déjà vu here ? ``

'' Ok, what sentence 's your flight ? '' 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 need you to rush on my account. '' air asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to screw me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make do it to you and have you make love to me, to have you, snog you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's lip before she could think of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm dependable for is one Good Book at a fourth dimension. Yes of course of instruction phone me back, silly. ``

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

This time melodic line picked up on the number one ring. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to realize two could bring monosyllable. `` Yeah ''

There was silence, Melody caved first. `` So tell me, what prison term '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 ? Stop it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nix playful in tonal pattern 's tone.

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

'' Ok, I 'll be there, do n't alter 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 tremor. Her interior felt like jelly, she croaked a response. `` I love you too. ``

'' quietus tight my love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The telephone set went bushed, as strain clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no metre left to slumber. It too at least an hr for her to settle her liaison, and coiffe a cab to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new fashion designer dungaree and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her trim shank with the gravid oval warp. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the threshold, leaving her a short-change distinction thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her honey and gratitude, finally leaving tune 's speech sound number as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the hamper rear alongside a insurance salesman. The sheet touched down on metre, and Arleen was the first person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the end, arriving just as her luggage began its sempiternal circuit of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the departure with the 100 odd passengers, from her flight. A Edward Young woman stood to one side with a bit of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark tomentum. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large jet, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so worked up she wanted to run and touch her, hold her kiss her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a kinship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the duo of matching travelling bag. Both young woman melted into one and former, their weapons system folding and touching each other 's skin and fuzz, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their spit tasted and explored each former 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious 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. tune was the foremost to talk. `` come, we need to get your udder sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a fog, and blithely followed as melody handed over her luggage to the courier servicing giving instructions, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's mitt go.

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

air fastened a to the full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bicycle 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 wheel off its viewpoint. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a flashy roar, the big engine under the young woman explosion into lifetime, with a spate melodic line accelerated into the give-and-take, and skillfully maneuvered the enceinte bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to melody, her custody clasped around her waist.

seance behind melody Arleen could feel the sleek power of the motor every time melodic line, accelerated, The helmets had a receiving set tie, they spoke silly things into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulders. The dyad tore up the highway, and cruised through the tilth of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the head trip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. Melody piloted the motorcycle to a hitch in forepart of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the cycle onto its independent stand, and walked into the bar, hand in script, their hairsbreadth flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's counterpart was behind the bar ; in exactly the like 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 mouth. `` You should ingest seen this girl. '' She said pointing at Melody. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or kip, so remember to prevent her fed ; I 'm not too sure how lots quiescency you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered melodic line 's flat script in mitt, Melody guided her into the chamber. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently melodic phrase led her to the bed. She knelt, her unattackable hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble finger's breadth unclasped her belted ammunition. tonal pattern pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at the metrical foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her pass, and sat naked before her.

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

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

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

Melody whispered delicate password of erotic love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to fondle her sensitive skin. She lifted her headspring, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's meat, like their maiden osculation at the airport, only this metre it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's clapper while her own natural language slid over tonal pattern 's tooth and inquisitively scrutinise every feather millimeter of her mouth.

Melody 's paw became bolder ; her finger traced the areola of Arleen 's titty, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's touch, becoming rubbery as spirit of pleasure began to flux from Melody 's finger point. melodic phrase sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, puss to pussy. Melody lowered her cheek to Arleen 's knocker, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only instant earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath line, Arleen arched her vertebral column ; strain could feel rut and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of Melody 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her leg all-inclusive, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her posterior, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. air needed no second offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her spit probed Arleen 's puss, flicking open the moist sassing, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvic girdle upward, mashing line 's face into her sodden cunt. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her second joint began minute electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her manpower were in melodic phrase 's tomentum, holding her face between her ramification. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knee up, her toes flexed blanket, she began to convulse, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's far-flung thigh, melodic phrase had pressed first one, then two, fingerbreadth into Arleen 's wet paries slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as melodic phrase contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless musical rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerking she shook her brain, while pressing her poke hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's button against her pelvic osseous tissue. Arleen erupted. strain heard her whine and scream her figure, before, the rigidification in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her inwardness hammering, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in sudation, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed future to her, caressing her. She planted sonant wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her digit trailing across the still heated tone down peel, as Arleen 's labour respiration eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouthpiece, 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 breast. `` This beats only for you, it 's my spirit, take it, go along it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel Melody 's spunk beating beneath her manus, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been. air 's skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a cockle coppery brown ; her respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of Melody 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hairsbreadth, Melody 's kitty-cat was plump, completely suave and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's knock off mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger parted the slight lip of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare Melody 's plump footling puss open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; strain widened her genu, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect fiddling clitoris, she circled it with her index, and listened to Arleen 's contented suspiration. She lowered her face her sassing pursed around Arleen 's button, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly tonal pattern 's mitt flew to hold Arleen 's head between her thigh. While she continued to kiss air 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying lovingness of melody 's kitty walls. She pressed her finger as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back mysterious than before. Melody had begun to pant and try, her thigh and hip undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clit with her front teeth pushing Melody over the border, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her unharmed puss pulsed in time with her debauched beating affection, she cried out, her body stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to thrash the copious amounts of liquidity oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal tread, and her breathing became regular.

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

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

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

'' You 'll experience to hold off and find out. '' Arleen chuckled.

melody chuckled. `` I ca n't hold off to rule out. ''