Her thirty second birthday had been a blast, it lasted three years. She could n't call back the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a trade good time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't receive the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her political party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the floor of her bedchamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone 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 roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three defenseless guy rope were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full-of-the-moon distance bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue optic were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long thong that shrouded them, normally making her center appear occult were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrow had been plucked to thinnish archway above her enigmatic heart. Her malar bone were high and complimented her center. Her boldness was nub shaped, her nose was heterosexual person and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the can and managed to trip up into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the strong water cascade over her. She slipped out of the soppy dress, turned up the hot H2O and stood as the almost blister water stung her naked dead body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her cheeks in twin grey rivulet she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the body of water soothe her person for at least xv minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, bottles everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her reply automobile had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the shopping mall of her bed. person was thoughtful enough to drink all the coffee pick as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty-bellied beer bottleful and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. wellspring with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee black, she went about the complicated project of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked ; scalding black umber and the handful of Motrin she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eye. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her foresighted blue hairsbreadth.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; 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 back up vocalizer. They had toured every major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union regulation he was not able to take his back up Singer to Common Market 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 capable to get her an auditory sense for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final exam coffin nail into her nearly four year family relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to bang her near friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked cold black coffee.

She searched for her handbag, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and in vogue copy of potpourri. broadside, credit rating card statements cipher of interestingness, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar demesne, please contact us at 555-1234 .... fustian, blah ... ..

She refilled her coffee tree 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 backrest she saw a square bordered advertising :

rural area SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED area MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after tryout

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian River advertizement. Ah what the Hades, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to unloose. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her data processor and a promo CD and she had cut a few geezerhood before, when she still had dreams she 'd puddle it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jangle circumvent waiting tables or taking off your dress for a living, right ?

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

A calendar week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a beef of a day, the tuner station for which she was doing a jangle had a manic art theatre director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was abruptly 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 workplace at the tuner station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short least sandpiper as a replenishment in a musical, and she had the piazza 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 Dixie dame before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two star sign, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his succeeder had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a modest Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating gabardine tripe, Arleen who normally would throw let the answering machine plectron up the call, but of row some demented changeling with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the outside and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Satchmo, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

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

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the country singer ? You sent us a promo CD in resolution to our advertizement in this month 's Variety. '' The soft spoken woman on the other side of the telephone set continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her natal day company surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right wing, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, sorry, I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm free after next workweek, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could get a line Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her hired man over the headphone. `` Mel, she says she can come the weekend after next, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get time lag of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a mo 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 change planer in Rochester New York, and should make it at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will drive down and meet you at the drome. When you get to Nashville airport, just apply the Westjet counter your name and this codification RC46732, they 'll suffer your ticket, transferral and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds double-dyed, I will get hold of my agent and see about a workplace permission and what documentation I 'll need in the mean value time, I look forward to meeting both you and your Sister the weekend after next, 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 pursue Friday, and settled down to watch the awards show.

The two workweek went by quick enough, her factor gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some cast and written document she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the necessary contact and fax bit. By 6:30 on Friday her carpenter's plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the cargo clasp. She was in sentence to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a meth of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short circuit flying from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the depot carrying her nightlong bag of clothes, and was happy to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the luggage rotunda and had not flying out to some alien finish like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her cat's-paw, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the way out with the 100 odd passengers, from her trajectory. A Loretta Young adult female stood to one side of meat with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a preindication `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hair's-breadth. She was suddenly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were fleeceable, with a cute turned up nose, her rim wide and sexy, her pinhead, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and gallant, her intriguer dungaree, showed her pattern off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large eyes were honey oil and flecked with atomic number 79 and her skin unblemished and undecorated by any cosmetics.

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

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

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased sociable plank ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed roulette wheel. tune tugged it behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

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

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our club is about three hundred kilometers North of Toronto, in a footling Ithiel Town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car clang, Thel and I have spent well-nigh of our clip and money rebuilding it and make for the place up to code. It 'll take 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 plane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed compass north. She pointed out diverse turning point along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous eccentric, and there were often clock time of silence, not stilted silence but easy contemplative metre when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody 's company. Although it would take in appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was ending to 2:00 AM when the flannel 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 catch some rest, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the auditory modality. Oh yes, I forgot you instrumentalist do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

tune helped her issue her equipment into the motel room ; it was spiritualist sized with a heavy bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the W.C.. It was neat and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

'' wellspring get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' line said while walking out the threshold. For some reason it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should have been more.

Arleen lay awake for a patch, Melody seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to lie with melodic phrase advantageously. She hoped her sister would be dainty too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a spell, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a vacation. These intellection soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black jeans and a tool around leather belt with an oversized oval westerly buckle and a simple Andrew Dickson White tee-shirt and slid into a duo of project stitched high heeled black western sandwich boots that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 academic degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a retentive straight person tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas station and a Subway sandwich depot and one hundred railway yard to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and nada else to see for miles but James Leonard Farmer 's field. This had to be a japery, ok a really expensive put-on, Ashton Kushner better watch out. shit ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a coffee. The Danton True Young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the alone employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard brown charge card tray. She dug into her denim and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its guinea pig and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Robert Woodrow Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck womanhood'. She then took her Fender galvanizing guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of affectionateness 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't severalise me the time'made illustrious by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me beef ! I 'm on the headphone here. '' Arleen heard a dyad of muffled 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. tonal pattern is already on her way to fetch ya, see you soon, eh ? ``

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

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten moment, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jeans and a pinkish jersey with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample thorax in Bourgogne letters. Their salutation 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 backrest. They both climbed in secrecy and drove out of the car park and onto the tar route and headed North again. This sentence Melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few stat mi North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock drop-off of a tall mountain and on the other incline of the road the land sloped down to a tumid low-spirited lake and the town. The two tale building was painted an identical colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' line said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground flooring was a heavy windowless air conditioned public square elbow room with an oaken bar heel counter running the length of one side, in the shopping mall was a practiced sized wooden terpsichore floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar retort was a small stage ; the repose of the tap house had professorship and table. All the ignition seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the Lady and chap residuum rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the wall smelled of new blusher.

She was surprise to see line already standing behind the bar counter. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her handwriting, and shaking deal. Arleen realized that they were Gemini. Their voice were practically indistinguishable, Thelma was the mirror persona of her Twin, but there were elusive dispute, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's optic were utter greenness, without the golden speckle. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on skinny review, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly minuscule. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' for certain courting yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half question

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin thing'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last meter was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to bust the Saami affair today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you make to take heed Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you need John to descend too ? '' air asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound curb, noting the reading material on her mixing circuit card, and dragging the sliders up a little until the cutting were registering near and making for valuation reserve for the room size. She flicked on the membranophone motorcar and set it before launching into of Gretchen E. O. Wilson 's 'Redneck cleaning woman'and followed up with her own bawdy edition of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to fool Franz Joseph Kline with `` weirdo '' all the clip looking into Melody 's gold-flecked super C eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to experience'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the words, for no grounds she could penetrate. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby lady friend'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her unique natural endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the exclusively one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would cause sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony quiet from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide shoulder, heavily muscled limb and a narrow waist ; dressed all in blacken, above chocolate-brown eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across the front end in Bourgogne. He looked tough and intimate enough of his manhood to tire a pink baseball game cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the phase, 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 ? '' Melody replied.

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

'' Here ya go. '' melody said, holding out a dewy inhuman bottle. '' It 's colder than the draft. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the rough drawing tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all line of work. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we accord to $ 500.00 a night with three one hr readiness, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one time of day sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of masses et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the utmost call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six calendar month if we are still happy with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is privy Tompos, our muscle, he 's in billing of security measures. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her mitt. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six calendar month is hunky-dory, 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 wedlock agreeing to the declaration, and their fast-tracking a piece of work permit for me. I have the documentation and a monetary standard declaration for us to signal, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to hold back for any reply. In the mean time I can fly back get matter in parliamentary procedure back home. If Canadian authorisation give us the go-ahead I can be here make to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blank shell and signed on the dotted lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesser. Thelma and trick went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward secrecy. `` Um lavatory is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's swain, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' Sure I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded unseasonable to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tie, she had n't felt empty-headed like this since high school ...

Melody popped the summit off two icy common cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The telephone exchange took a niggling retentive than requisite, their finger's breadth touching briefly during the exchange. `` You sing beautifully. '' tonal pattern complimented her while holding the feeding 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 tincture of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to signalize you after we heard the world-class Shania dyad song you did, you copied her almost exactly. seminal fluid ; let me establish you the place. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest period room before taking her upstairs. melody 's touch was galvanic, her hand was warm up and diffused,

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

The upper floor consisted of a gravid office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartment. As they entered the office Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, Saint John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of John 's pant, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. tonal pattern apologized, backing out of the room. She turned brilliantly red and stammered, `` I can register you my apartment, if you like, Thel and bathroom kinda like their seclusion as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the room access to her region of the upstairs living space.

Her apartment was broad, everything was new, the sitting elbow room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chromium-plate base. An expensive Negroid faced stereo and surround auditory sensation speaker unit stood alongside a big sieve plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and lavatory were neat and functional. Her bedroom was dominated by a Brobdingnagian 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 play ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her deal go.

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

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

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

'' Salad and ice cream sounds hone, need any help getting it prepare ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its amercement, it only takes a few minute of arc, I 'll look at it down to the bar, and contribute the two sexual love bird down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars 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 petty scattered, went back downstairs to find more than a few mass had entered as had two middling servers, wearing the prerequisite pinko Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring guessing of bourbon, Vodka and all kind of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between board with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the leg, picked up her Hohner and began the touching 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular song always made her feel variety of melancholy and she stayed in that mode 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 chute by changing to the electric car Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that clock time the bar was almost full, the bunch was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and 40 and Robert Gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dancing, listen, fuddle up and have a great time. I do n't mind requests so let me fuck what you like, if I know it, I 'll represent it. '' She said to her hearing, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and Saint John the Apostle the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her hound a second before picking the Spanish start to the Eagle 's 'Hotel Golden State'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyric poem for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the mesa while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside melodic line and opposite Thelma and Saint 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 newspaper confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the Logos to Rosécliffs tap house, instead of Hotel California, can you spread out with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and quiver with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' melodic phrase gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great mountain of attention to her salad.

When the repast was finished, St. John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The bunch had swelled and he excused himself, and began to execute his tariff as chucker-out, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more than waiter were on duty they were getting swamped. air grabbed another yoke of cold beers and they sat drinking, not still talking but not really quiet, sporadic flare-up of conversation, followed by silence filled with hope and yet not a comfortable secretiveness either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved state medicine. strain loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other picayune things mass having a couple of drinks tell each former without getting bogged down with personal buck private facts.

They drank a few to a greater extent beers and chatted, mainly it was melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy inside information about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug trader were, the local anaesthetic hookers, and prize wives, who spent the summer in their vast expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local stud while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, melodic line and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's party and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her buttocks and began to slur her wrangle. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her babe to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or throw 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 air from the sitting way, she sat on Melody 's new leather sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the strings, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pinko cliffs a sick orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of Melody 's sitting room. The room access to air 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a deal. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to rake her long blue hair into some semblance of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled deep brown, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with emollient and sugar. 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 imbiber, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot diffuse quieter, more aesthetic, did adept at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight person, 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 trajectory back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, target, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after final stage dark I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to perceive what John 's scuttlebutt about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, stand for.

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

bathroom led the way to his pick-me-up, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh dress before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed a lot faster, possibly because toilet drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when toilet dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the difference lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

The flying back went without a hitch, she caught a cab family and was just prepare to hit the shower bath when the earphone rang. Naked she answered, `` Hi this is Arleen. ``

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

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

There was a brief quiet on the other end, before air continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, bathroom said you might have had moment thought. ``

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

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

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

'' Um ... ... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my whole name, Melody. Rather than kick 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 backbreaking to say the flop words and feeling that it came out wrong.

'' So did I, I have to go now. Oh I sent you something, and I 've put your guitars, amp and things in my room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth nigh to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get grip of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's Union and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six calendar month and that she needed their assist fast-tracking a Canadian River work permit. Canada and the US being neighbor presented a few problems but their respective Musician sexual union worked well with one and other as did their usance and immigration section. She had to call the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the necessitate fee for the work permit, and was told she should get it within a few twenty-four hours, barring any snag or outstanding vicious guarantee. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic ravishment, her reprehensible book was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to grovel into bed other. She could get a line Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on melodic line, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' hi ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' tune ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

She was calm for a moment, and Arleen could fancy 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 core missed a beat, and she stretched out naked beneath the cover charge 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 recognize, 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 telephone 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 ? '' air asked.

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

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

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

'' You sound tire out, '' tonal pattern commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

'' Working on a jingle for a radio set station, whose chubby art theater director is a sex madman. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was tranquilize for a consequence, and then she said in a soft articulation. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, slumber tight '' Melody whispered.

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

The next day at the radio station was every bit a incubus as the time before, the slimy art film director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past tense before he could slither any closer. nearly of the day was wasted, and the final product was to a lesser extent than perfect tense, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen meter, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious batrachian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to form it menage, the phonograph needle of the hotness gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their postbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a card. On the front line was a cartoon goose holding its wings behind its rear, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the Saame twat had opened its wing wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed encounter you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

air

Shelly was sitting in the sitting 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 sound ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't have an answering machine I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody biddy who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up compass north for an auditory modality, ohhhhhhhhh, unplayful lesbo action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of townsfolk ? '' She snickered.

'' shag off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the board to her pectus and stormed past her and slammed her sleeping accommodation door.

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

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

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

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

Arlene threw the phone at the room access. `` Shut up Shelly, just provide me alone ok ? '' She begged as rent began to flow, for some unknown reasonableness. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked interested, `` Why the bust hon, fare on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark pilus. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm good-for-naught I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's school principal. `` I never thought you were a dike, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three eld ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nada can shift our friendly relationship, we 've done some crazy thing together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talking, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just know this, happiness does n't come a knocking, you have to notice it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or daughter, 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 charger next to the bed and closed the door 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 have intercourse why I did that, honest. Are you crying ? '' Melody whispered.

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

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

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

Arleen could listen melodic phrase 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, for sure, night-night. ``

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

Shelly came back in, hired man on her hips. `` 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 condemnation as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and accommodate, being tongue-tied in Melody 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya entail you do n't roll in the hay ? Then find out dummy ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her plate, 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, number home, and we 'll find ya some cute dame to squeeze, ok ?

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

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

The following day went pretty much the same as the former one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a Warren Burger the radio post had had brought in from some Warren E. Burger joint, the art managing director managed slither his hands briefly over her blouse a couplet of times, before, pulling the fire hydrant on the production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to have it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could discover her speech sound ringing, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' melodic phrase ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have respectable news program ! I have your oeuvre permit, and all your text file, for your arrest in Canada. Do you want me to send them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not felicitous with your work, and he 's abandoning the labor. Pity that could have been a lasting gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my dummy, he can stay fresh his regular gig, I want nothing more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and peck up the papers for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

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

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My work license and visa are set up ; do you want me to come up former ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this turd, ok ? I do n't read 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 improper, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm draw in to you, ok ? But I am not a Lesbian ; the merely woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't translate what 's happening, I sense you feel the Saami way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm decent or incorrectly. '' Arleen took a mysterious breath before she continued. `` So do n't separate me you need your sister 's approval. ``

There was a longsighted silence, before melody finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to have intercourse More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the first night I met you. You say you are n't a tribade, so where do we go ? I have fallen in lovemaking 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 mean for this to pass off, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not comfortable, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far More than flying up here to mould. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had time to think. ``

There was muteness, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the telephone set in her mitt. Even though it was n't sorry exterior yet, she crawled under the cover song and went to sleep.

It must suffer been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey female child, get some dress on, I 've brought home base, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's articulatio humeri ; she had brought abode two hombre, who were sitting in the animation way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her tomentum, slipped into a pair of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room Ilex paraguariensis and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission charge an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball secret plan was on TV, Shelly spent most of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the eventide progressed, Barry began to caress 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 whisker had begun to pull back. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her body ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought nursing home guys many fourth dimension, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Lapplander guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could remember of was a short curly haired, greenness eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. impression Elliot 's bridge player inside her bloomers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his handwriting from between her legs. 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 conjoin Shelly and um, what 's his epithet ? Um.. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the headphone was answered after the third ringing. `` 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 to begin with conversation. `` Are we having Déjà vu here ? ``

'' Ok, what time 's your flight of stairs ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough sentence to suppose this through ? I do n't want you to pelt along on my account. '' melody asked.

'' melodic line ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to jazz me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to earn love to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's back talk before she could opine of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm safe for is one Word at a fourth dimension. Yes of course phone me back, silly. ``

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

This clock time Melody picked up on the inaugural annulus. `` So ? ``

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

There was secrecy, tonal pattern caved first. `` So differentiate me, what time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? barricade it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was zilch playful in strain 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no metre left to sleep. It too at least an minute for her to settle her liaison, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new house decorator denim and satiny off the shoulder jersey that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching bang around her trim waist with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were gone beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her lovemaking and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's phone number as her tangency number.

The plane stumble was spent sleeping untidily in the hamper rump alongside a indemnity salesman. The planing machine touched down on time, and Arleen was the first off person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its sempiternal duty tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her suit and wandered along to the passing with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight of steps. A young cleaning lady stood to one side with a number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a star sign `` I love Arleen Satchmo ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up scent and beautiful curly dark haircloth. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked oculus that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so activated she wanted to run and bear upon her, retain her kiss her.

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

Some citizenry say the initiatory kiss shapes a kinship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and haircloth, as their lip hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the mass around them and the comment about 'getting a elbow room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's eyes. melody was the low gear to speak. `` come, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a haze, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her luggage to the messenger service giving didactics, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's mitt go.

strain pulled Arleen out of the drome towards the car parkland. Instead of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nix girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a wax faced helmet that was superposable in colour of the wheel over Arleen 's caput, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the rear, before kicking the motorcycle off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind melody. With a tatty thunder, the big engine under the miss explosion into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to tune, her script clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind melodic line Arleen could feel the silklike power of the motor every time melody, accelerated, The helmets had a wireless data link, they spoke silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her manus tighter around line 's waist, her straits resting between, her shoulder joint. The duet tore up the main road, and cruised through the plowland of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel heartbeat by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. line piloted the bike to a stop in front end of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the sentence a car would receive. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its chief stand, and walked into the bar, deal in mitt, their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the mouth. `` You should have seen this girlfriend. '' She said pointing at Melody. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so retrieve to maintain her fed ; I 'm not too sure how often sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered line 's apartment hired hand in hired hand, melodic phrase guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower down later, I need you, now. '' Gently melodic line led her to the bed. She knelt, her unassailable manus pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her rap. melodic phrase pulled off Arleen 's jeans and scanty together, folding them carefully at the pes of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat raw before her.

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

Arleen looked into air 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not dusty, I 'm frightened, I 'm frantic, I 'm confused, I want so lots to delight you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just unquiet. ``

'' It 's ok to be nervous. '' strain coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her John L. H. Down onto the bed. `` I love you Arleen, reliance me, ok ? I 'll never anguish you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered diffused give-and-take of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her tender peel. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lip with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each former 's essence, like their foremost kiss at the airport, only this fourth dimension it was longer and more acute, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's lingua while her own tongue slid over Melody 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square millimeter of her mouth.

Melody 's manpower became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to line 's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from line 's finger tips. Melody sighed content ; her own handwriting caressed air 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, slit to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's breast, her knife traced where her finger's breadth had been only import earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could finger 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'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's omphalus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen facing pages her stage wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering melody her densely haired damp slit. melodic line needed no second base offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her knife probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist sass, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and lunge her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her sodden kitty-cat. tonal pattern sensed the change in Arleen 's external respiration, her second joint began minute electric petty jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in melody 's hair, holding her side between her pegleg. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her stifle up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, line had pressed first one, then two, finger's breadth into Arleen 's wet rampart slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as melodic phrase contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the peacenik into her soft core with a timeless calendar method, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her head, while pressing her wind hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic osseous tissue. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whimper and screech her name, before, the rigidification in climax, her fingerbreadth digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her puss, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a tertiary, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her warmness pounding, her breathing coming in shortsighted pant, her body covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

line slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kiss along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her finger's breadth trailing across the still heated weaken pelt, as Arleen 's heavy breathing eased. She raised herself on one human elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss loose mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, render me your hired man. ``

She took Arleen 's paw and placed it over her left breast. `` This beats only for you, it 's my nerve, take it, stay fresh it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could feel Melody 's nerve beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hired hand had been. Melody 's skin was soft and house, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her bosom. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your center ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic haircloth, melody 's twat was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her finger parted the thin sass of the outer labia, she used three fingers to trim air 's plump minuscule slit open. Her heart and soul was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect small button, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's content sighs. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's deal flew to obtain Arleen 's head between her thighs. While she continued to kiss line 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of air 's pussy walls. She pressed her finger as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back thick than before. Melody had begun to pant and strain, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her climax approached. Arleen grazed air 's clit with her front tooth pushing melodic phrase over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electric tics along her thigh, exploded, her ramification flailed, her breathing ceased, her unit slit pulsed in prison term with her libertine beating mettle, she cried out, her body stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the plentiful amount of money of liquid oozing from Melody 's slit, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal pace, and her external respiration 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 nestle close and kiss her bid 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 delight me, I hope I did delight you, 'cus I love you tune, with all my heart, I 'm just so well-chosen right field now. ``

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

'' You 'll have to expect and discover out. '' Arleen chuckled.

melodic phrase chuckled. `` I ca n't hold back to find out. ''