Her xxx arcsecond natal day had been a blast, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the terminal twenty four hour of it, but she knew that she had had a good meter, if holdover was anything to justice by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her company ; in fact she woke up from her boozy stupefaction on the floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too lowly for her 34C titty, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and somebody else 's way too forgetful skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothing at all. She peeked in at her roomy ; Shelly was passed out nude on her bed three naked guy wire were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the company too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two sidereal day. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower naughty middle were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her oculus appear deep were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her supercilium had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic center. Her cheekbones were gamey and complimented her eyes. Her nerve was heart shaped, her nose was unbent and slender with constringe nostril, her rima oris was full, with animal lips, her Kuki was sharp-worded but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn redress ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the exhibitioner without tearing the exhibitioner curtain down. In her borrowed habiliment she let the fond piddle shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost blister water system stung her naked trunk, what was left of her make up ran down her impudence in twin grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her mortal for at least fifteen hour 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 fix, nursing bottle everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some lunatic with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable section in the plaza of her bed. someone was paying attention enough to drink all the coffee tree ointment as well as the Milk River, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it bare except for three empty beer feeding bottle and half a bottleful of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee bootleg, she went about the complicated undertaking of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the java maker still worked ; scalding dark coffee and the fistful of Motrin she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her optic. Within an minute she was almost capable of intellectual human intellection, and simple-minded coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark whisker.

It had been more than a natal day bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the last class touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his rachis up singers. They had toured every major city in Second Earl of Guilford America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to take his back up singers to European Union and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her factor had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an tryout for, but there was zip '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 relationship with Omar Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on tour, to have a go at it her best supporter. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd escape Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked dusty Negro coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest written matter of Variety. poster, credit identity card affirmation zip of interest, no Hi Arleen your foresightful lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million clam demesne, please meet us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah ... ..

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

COUNTRY vocalist NEEDED

The man Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED commonwealth MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advertising. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the sensible horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few age before, when she still had pipe dream she 'd pretend it as a headliner, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat waiting tables or taking off your clothes for a support, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the station and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little work over the next few daytime singing doggerel for under arm deodourant and dog intellectual nourishment, which helped pay the split and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talk of some receiving set work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radio station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art manager and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and weighty ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tactfulness to hold him away without ruining her hazard for more oeuvre at the radio station.

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

Shelly, her roomy was doing a short stint as a replacement in a musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her snitcher and just opened her second beer, and watched while toby jug Keith took a shaft at Natalie briny of The South Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his folk, and while they were thinking about buying a small-scale Caribbean Sea island, they still considered themselves Edward Douglas White Jr. trash.

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

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs 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 assemble your disbursal. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a comeback airline just the ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Armstrong the state vocalizer ? You sent us a promo CD in reply to our advert in this month 's Variety. '' The sonant speak charwoman on the other English of the speech sound continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and promotional material blurb while hung over after her birthday company surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's flop, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby jug Keith being an son of a bitch to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of line I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm resign after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday Night or Sabbatum morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could hear Thelma Verren 's muffled spokesperson even though she held her hand over the speech sound. `` Mel, she says she can follow the weekend after next, its two week before we open, its perfect, get grasp 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 Fri night flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will drive down and foregather you at the airport. When you get to Nashville aerodrome, just apply the Westjet anticipate your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that meter. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my factor and see about a work permission and what documentation I 'll need in the mean metre, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the chance. ``

'' 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 next Friday, and settled down to watch the laurels show.

The two hebdomad went by fast enough, her broker gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and papers she 'd call for if she wanted to work on in Canada for Thomas More than three month, as well as the necessary contact and fax bit. By 6:30 on Friday her aeroplane was rolling along the track. Her guitars and amplifier being the majority of her luggage was in the load hold. She was in time to catch the New House of York transportation, and enjoyed a glass of wine-coloured and a few elegantly train sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instrumental role, mixer display board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the c odd rider, from her flight. A new char stood to one side of meat with a number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly benighted hair. She was short circuit, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her heart were Green River, with a cute turned up intrude, her brim wide and sexy, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and majestic, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large eyes were green and flecked with gold and her pelt unmutilated and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

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

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

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the rearward behind of Melody 's four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the aerodrome and along the state highway, making small public lecture. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' tonal pattern asked.

'' Oh yeah we did Toronto as character of the tour, also, Canadian capital, Montreal and Vancouver. '' she rattled off.

'' Well we 're a lilliputian off the beaten data track, our ball club is about three hundred kilometer N of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car crash, Thel and I have spent most of our clip and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to write in code. It 'll take about four hours to get there, would you like to cease and get something to eat ? '' melodic line 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 Frederick North. She pointed out various turning point along the way, Arleen found her to be a rattling and animated tour guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted silence but gentle contemplative times when it did n't look necessary to mouth, she enjoyed melody 's company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and tonal pattern 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 sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so belatedly ; Thel will call 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 high noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

line helped her take her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was spiritualist sized with a great bed and coloration TV with a can leading off polar the W.C.. It was neat and clean, and far amend than some of the way she had used while on tour.

'' Well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' air said while walking out the doorway. For some understanding it was an ill at ease moment, almost as if there should have been to a greater extent.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really gracious, it was unknown, she felt she had to get to eff line better. She hoped her sister would be gracious 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 pitch blackness denim and a tooled leather belt with an oversized oval western buckle and a simple Elwyn Brooks White tee-shirt and slid into a twain of fantasy stitched senior high school heeled contraband westerly rush that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her haircloth, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close down to 100 degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred railyard to the right hand was a gas station and a tube sandwich shop and one hundred yards to the left a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but farmer 's fields. This had to be a trick, ok a really expensive prank, 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 young guy who took her ordering, who 's epithet was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only if employee ; rushed about and put her rules of order in figurehead of her on the touchstone John Brown plastic tray. She dug into her denim and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the calendar month, verified by his depiction against the paries, shook his headland. `` 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 topographic point at the gas bar ? She asked Dave.

'' Oh, they probably made transcription there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not trusted 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 mellow, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strand before moving into Gretchen E. O. Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck cleaning woman'. She then took her wing electrical guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a foolhardy version of centre 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the prison term'made noted by Martha Bette Davis, until the telephone set rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the Warren E. 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 ! Christ stop hitting me gripe ! I 'm on the phone here. '' Arleen heard a mates 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 character. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and tillage that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any Town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to encounter it, as it Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jean and a pink T-shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. air took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the dorsum. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar route and headed Second Earl of Guilford again. This time tonal pattern seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the mark, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock'n'roll cliffs of a marvellous mountain and on the early side of the route the solid ground sloped down to a large blue lake and the Town. The two story building was painted an identical colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' melodic phrase said unnecessarily.

With line 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The priming coat floor was a expectant windowless air conditioned square up room with an oaken bar counter running the length of one English, in the center was a good sized wooden dance story, and against the wall, opposite the bar counter was a pocket-size stage ; the rest of the tavern had death chair and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gent eternal rest 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 Melody already standing behind the bar sideboard. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' melodic line said holding out her deal, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their vocalisation were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror double of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's oculus were unadulterated green, without the lucky flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer review, Thelma 's tit beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' certain suit yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half queried

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin affair'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last time was at first team a few years ago. I guess we just chose to wear the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you set to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want Gospel According to John to come too ? '' strain asked in reply.

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

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few sound checks, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the slider up a little until the trimming were registering safe and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy interpretation of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to patsy Kline with `` Crazy '' all the fourth dimension looking into strain 's gold-flecked William Green oculus. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to acknowledge'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the words, for no reason she could fathom. 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 singular talent for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would take sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John the Divine that line had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding handwriting. He was well over 6'with panoptic articulatio humeri, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in black, above brown middle and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant enough of his manhood to wear a pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the degree, and walked towards them, it was melodic line who asked. `` That was awing wish a beer ? ``

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

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

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

'' Here ya go. '' Melody said, holding out a dewy cold nursing bottle. '' It 's cold-blooded than the drawing. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all stage business. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we concur to $ 500.00 a night with three one 60 minutes exercise set, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sat ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last claim is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still well-chosen with each former. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is lav Tompos, our muscle, he 's in charge of security. '' She said, punching him butterfingered on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her script. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an elongation. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian player 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permission for me. I have the documentation and a monetary standard contract for us to sign, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have to wait for any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get matter in parliamentary law back dwelling house. If Canadian River authorities give us the initiative I can be here ready to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted occupation, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward secretiveness. `` Um John is Sir Thomas 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 than. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her wrangle sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt featherbrained like this since high schooling ...

tonal pattern popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a picayune longer than necessary, their fingers touching briefly during the exchange. `` You sing beautifully. '' air complimented her while holding the bottle out to her and gazing into her eyes.

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to print. '' She replied softly, while her facial expression turned different subtlety of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania span song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me show you the place. '' air took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest room before taking her upstairs. air 's touch was electric, her hired man was warmly and soft,

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

The upper floor consisted of a great office at the top of the stair and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the berth Thelma and King John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. tune apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privateness as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs sustenance space.

Her flat was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one position on a chromium-plate stand. An expensive black faced stereo and environment auditory sensation speakers stood alongside a big projection screen plasma TV that filled a bulwark. The kitchen and bathroom were neat and functional. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting elbow room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you play ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hired hand go.

Melody 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 wish to hang out tonight, perhaps possess supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and John ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by water ice ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your day-to-day Warren E. Burger, or we could send Saint John the Apostle for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice pick sounds perfect, ask any aid getting it ready ? '' Arleen asked.

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

line went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little obnubilate, went back downstairs to find more than a few masses had entered as had two pretty host, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tavern jersey. A blonde haired waiter was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of life as fasting as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between board with a tray to the full of feeding bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the leg, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That fussy song always made her feel sort of black bile and she stayed in that musical mode by doing a screening of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the nighttime'. She followed it with juice Newton 's 'Angel of the dayspring'before shaking her self out of an worked up playground slide by changing to the galvanic Fender and doing an upbeat screen of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost good, the bunch was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their mid-thirties and mid-forties and hoar haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed Guy 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 saltation, listen, tope up and have a outstanding time. I do n't mind requests so let me bonk what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing melodic line beckoning her to a table where her Sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish start to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyric poem for Hotel California, her southern accent making it well-grounded like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the point and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

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

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

When the meal 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 accomplish his obligation as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Thomas More host were on duty they were getting swamped. tonal pattern grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quiet, sporadic explosion of conversation, followed by muteness filled with promise and yet not a comfortable quiet either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both screw country music. melody loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a cast off, and a million other little affair people having a couple of drinkable tell each other without getting bogged down with personal individual facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was melody, pointing out local anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy particular about who was sleeping with who, who the local anaesthetic drug dealers were, the topical anesthetic Richard Hooker, and prize wives, who spent the summertime in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the well-favoured and athletic topical anesthetic he-man while their husband worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, strain and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, melodic line was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to slur her countersign. 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 drink, or accommodate her licker, for that matter, after a few drunkenness 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 rachis and had begun to saw logs softly.

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

Mornings comes early in telephone exchange Lake Ontario, aurora painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the unfold mantle of Melody 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the lavatory dressing table she could see she was a pickle. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger to crease her long dour haircloth into some semblance of normalcy.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar buffet sipping from a mug, over the feeling of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John Lackland said, `` Do n't call up badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the clientele mentality, and Mel, well Mel is a lot mild quieter, more artistic, did substantially at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no misapprehension, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What fourth dimension is your flying back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon escape, point, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pile my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to dig 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 summertime, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can forget your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will search after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few mean solar day again. ``

John led the way to his getaway, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh wearing apparel before he drove her to the airport. The effort to Toronto seemed a good deal faster, possibly because Saint John the Apostle 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 going lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hr early.

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

'' Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a good time ? I hope you had a good 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 brief silence on the early end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm amercement, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had second thoughts. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm gloomy about Saturday night, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really sorry. '' melody apologized softly.

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

'' Um ... ... I would 've liked to see that, I like it when you use my totally figure, Melody. Rather than plain 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 voiceless to say the right 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 way, they 'll be dependable until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth faithful 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 hold of her agent and told her to get hold of the player 's Union and tell them she was going to crop in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian oeuvre permit. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problems but their respective Musician Unions 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 Trachinotus falcatus, and was told she should hold it within a few days, barring any hang-up or striking malefactor warrants. Since she led a blameless lifetime she knew for certain, except for a few paid dealings violations, her felonious book was sporting. She was told that her Trachinotus falcatus should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to cower into bed ahead of time. She could try Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the iniquity and thought about the weekend and then she centered on melody, who seemed ... .. When her phone rang.

'' hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' air ? ``

They laughed together.

'' What 're ya doing'? '' tonal pattern asked.

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

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

I did n't intend Thelma would headphone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her school principal so she could slant back against it.

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

.

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

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

She was hushed for a moment, 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 sum missed a heartbeat, and she stretched out naked beneath the cover song 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 bang, 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 ? '' melodic phrase queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you desire my private number ? '' melodic phrase asked.

'' What would I do with your secret number, melodic line ? '' Arleen asked.

'' You can phone me on it. Write it down, dope, 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 defenseless under the covers.

'' You sound tired, '' air 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 ? '' tune asked

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

'' Working on a jingle for a wireless station, whose chubby art music director is a sex madman. '' Arleen replied.

tonal pattern was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a subdued voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, eternal sleep tight '' tonal pattern whispered.

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

The next day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the metre before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became genius at slipping past tense before he could slither any closer. Most of the day was wasted, and the final exam product was less than perfect, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the execrable 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 dealings, she was really pleased to nominate it home, the phonograph needle of the rut bore, had risen very close to the red strain, 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 doorway. I was a notice. On the front was a sketch twat holding its wings behind its vertebral column, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the poster, the Sami goose had opened its extension wide the circuit card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed confluence you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

tune

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an answering machine I picked up, it might give been authoritative. Yeah girlfriend ! Some strain chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up Union for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action mechanism love. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played rug muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the notice. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an disbursement, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business organisation. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' tonal pattern said, clicking off the phone.

There was a knock on the door. `` 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 door. `` Shut up Shelly, just go away me alone ok ? '' She begged as bout began to flow, for some unknown reason. She sat on her bed hugging her genu and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her hanker dark hair. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm no-count I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dam, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, zip 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, felicity does n't come a knocking, you have to regain it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter 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 courser 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 centre red and sore, the headphone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

'' No its not, I 'm really dreary, please do n't cry. '' tune pleaded.

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' Promise ? ``

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

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

Shelly came back in, men on her hips. `` What the piece of ass is going on ? '' she asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Savior 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 stir and take for, being tongue-tied in Melody 's bearing, the changing of the language from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked leafy vegetable middle. 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 Sami way ? '' Shelly asked.

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't earphone her Shell, I 'll be amercement, dependable. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the Saami, if not get the hell outta there, do home, and we 'll find out ya some cute chick to squeeze, ok ?

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

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

The following day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in from some burger joint, the art conductor managed slither his men briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the wad 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 find out her earphone plangency, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' melodic line ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her federal agent greeted her. `` I have just news program ! I have your work Trachinotus falcatus, and all your text file, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not happy with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. Pity that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil glossy where he tried to grope my boobs, he can keep his regular gig, I want nothing more than to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pluck up the text file 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 government agency, I 'll leave them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just asks my secretarial assistant. Have a practiced time in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the clock time. ``

Her head was made up, quickly she dialed, and the speech sound was answered on the initiatory doughnut. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My oeuvre permit and visa are ready ; do you want me to number up earlier ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't sympathize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't be, maybe I 've got it all wrong, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new singer for your guild, so, ok, here goes, I 'm draw in to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you never said or did anything to affirm that I 'm right or wrong. '' Arleen took a deep intimation before she continued. `` So do n't separate me you need your babe 's approval. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

'' I wo n't ask Thel 's permission. I 'll take on you at the airport, 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 bed, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know more than ? 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 dark I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in passion with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't empathize them, well, when you do, let me have it off. I did n't entail for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in lovemaking with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big matter, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Sir Thomas More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. shout me when you 've had time to think. ``

There was secrecy, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the headphone in her hand. Even though it was n't obscure out of doors yet, she crawled under the screening and went to sleep.

It must deliver been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her doorway, waking her up. `` Hey girlfriend, get some clothes on, I 've brought home, some fellowship. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's berm ; she had brought home two guys, who were sitting in the support room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a skirmish through her hair, slipped into a pair of faded perspiration and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her way mate and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A clump game was on TV, Shelly spent about of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to retire. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hired man wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Mary Ann Evans 's hands wander over her consistence ; she felt zero, there was no foreplay at all, just repulsion. She and Shelly had brought base guys many clip, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the Same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a unretentive curly haired, green eyed girl with big knocker in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's paw inside her knickers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her peg. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

She dialed, the telephone was answered after the one-third tintinnabulation. `` 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 before 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 flight. ``

'' Are you sure you 've had decent sentence to think this through ? I do n't want you to cannonball along on my account. '' line asked.

'' air ? ``

'' 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. '' melodic phrase whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in lovemaking with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to construct get it on to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, come alive up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's sassing before she could guess of something saucy to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say more than one Book at a clock time ? Can I phone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Right now, all I 'm proficient for is one Son at a time. Yes of track phone me back, silly. ``

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

This clip Melody picked up on the first mob. `` So ? ``

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

There was silence, melodic line caved first. `` So evidence me, what time 's the flight of stairs ? ``

'' 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 ? block it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nothing 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 reply. `` I love you too. ``

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to slumber. It too at least an hour for her to settle her personal business, and dress a taxicab to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new couturier jeans and satiny off the articulatio humeri t-shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her western kicking, and cinched the matching smash around her reduce shank with the large elliptic warp. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were deceased beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short tone thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving melodic phrase 's telephone set identification number as her inter-group communication number.

The plane trip-up was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped posterior alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first soul off the planing machine. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her guinea pig and wandered along to the exit with the c odd passengers, from her escape. A Loretta Young woman stood to one side of meat with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a preindication `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up wind and beautiful curly non-white hair. When Arleen drew closer she noticed that there were tears in her large honey oil, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, control her kiss her.

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

Some hoi polloi say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the brace of matching suitcase. Both little girl melted into one and other, their branch folding and touching each early 's skin and hair, as their lip hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each early 's mouths, their optic were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the scuttlebutt 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 get-go to utter. `` cum, 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 daze, and blithely followed as melodic line handed over her baggage to the courier service giving instructions, to overnight them to the nine 's computer address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

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

melodic phrase fastened a full faced helmet that was monovular in coloring material of the motorcycle over Arleen 's nous, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the stern, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a tractor trailer daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loud roar, the big engine under the girls salvo into spirit, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large cycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to melody, her handwriting clasped around her waist.

session behind air Arleen could palpate the satiny baron of the motor every clip Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a wireless link, they spoke cockamamy matter into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around melodic line 's waist, her head resting between, her berm. The pair tore up the main road, and cruised through the tillage of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the misstep was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. Melody piloted the bike to a point in front of the tavern. Biking up had taken half the clock time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main standstill, and walked into the bar, helping hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

line 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the same lieu she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive infant. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should let seen this girl. '' She said pointing at Melody. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so remember to keep her fed ; I 'm not too surely how a good deal sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

melody blushed, a cryptic red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and go down 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 Melody 's flat helping hand in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping room. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently tonal pattern led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at the foundation of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat raw before her.

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

Arleen looked into melody 's green-flecked middle, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold-blooded, I 'm frightened, I 'm agitate, I 'm unconnected, I want so much to please you, I 'm mark to hell I 'll bed up, I guess I 'm just skittish. ``

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

Melody whispered soft actor's line of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to fondle her sensitive skin. She lifted her capitulum, and sought Arleen 's sass with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's nub, like their for the first time kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more acute, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting tonal pattern 's knife while her own tongue slid over Melody 's tooth and inquisitively scrutinize every square millimeter of her mouth.

tune 's hands became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging pap. The mammilla at first contracted, then hardened to air 's signature, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from melody 's finger baksheesh. Melody sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, kitty to pussy. air lowered her face to Arleen 's bosom, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only consequence earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

egg laying beneath tune, Arleen arched her dorsum ; Melody could feel heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own slit, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's pap slipped out of Melody 's back talk with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her lingua across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her branch wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering melody her densely hirsute dampen kitty-cat. Melody needed no indorse fling ; delicately she lowered her sassing onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist mouth, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and hurl her pelvis upward, mashing melody 's face into her sodden pussy. melody sensed the modification in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began infinitesimal electrical little jerk, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her deal were in Melody 's hairsbreadth, holding her aspect between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knee 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, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingerbreadth into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as rich succus flowed as strain contracted, tightening a wet suitcase on her fingerbreadth as the peacenik into her soft core with a timeless speech rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short tug she shook her nous, while pressing her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clitoris against her pelvic pearl. Arleen erupted. tonal pattern heard her whimper and scream her epithet, before, the rigidifying in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair's-breadth, spurts of milklike lube gushed from her twat, as one sexual climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly less than the one before, until she lay spent, her affection pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her consistency covered in sudor, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

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

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

Arleen could find Melody 's heart lacing beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her mitt had been. tune 's tegument was lenient and firm, her white meat were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her mamilla had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her handwriting down to the moist join of Melody 's second joint. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, line 's pussy was plump, completely tranquil and hairless. Arleen closed her handwriting 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 slit possessively ; her fingerbreadth parted the tenuous lips of the outer labia, she used three fingerbreadth to trim Melody 's plump slight pussy out-of-doors. Her core was superheated, automatically ; strain widened her genu, and spread her second joint. At the apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her index, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's hands flew to hold Arleen 's question between her thigh. While she continued to kiss Melody 's clit noisily her finger's breadth delved into the wet cloying fondness of melodic phrase 's twat walls. She pressed her fingerbreadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to thrust them back deep than before. strain had begun to pant and filtrate, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her climax approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's button with her presence teeth pushing tonal pattern over the edge, her climax which had begun as flyspeck electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole kitty-cat pulsed in sentence with her fast beating pump, she cried out, her trunk stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the copious amounts of liquid oozing from melodic phrase 's cunt, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's warmness slowed to a pattern pace, and her breathing became regular.

'' Savior ! 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 pinnace knocker softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

'' Oh, so you learned from erotica ! What else did porn Blackbeard you ? '' melodic phrase asked.

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

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