Her 30 instant natal day had been a attack, it lasted three days. She could n't remember the last twenty four hr of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the first of her party ; in fact she woke up from her bibulous grogginess on the trading floor of her sleeping room in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two size too small-scale for her 34C knocker, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and mortal else 's way too curt chick that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roomie ; Shelly was passed out bare on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the political party too.

She was thirty two ! wellspring actually thirty two and two mean solar day. Arleen looked at herself in her broad distance bedroom mirror. She was marvelous at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower dispirited centre were bloodshot and the eyelid puffy, the longsighted cilium that shrouded them, normally making her heart appear deep were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrow had been plucked to thinnish archway above her enigmatic eyes. Her cheekbone were luxuriously and complimented her eyes. Her face was bosom shaped, her nozzle was heterosexual and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide, with sensual lips, her Kuki was shrill but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right-hand ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower bath curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost whip water system stung her naked body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twinned grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied goop, 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 flat was a mess, nursing bottle everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the substance of her bed. mortal was serious-minded enough to drink in all the java cream as well as the Milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it strip except for three abandon beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be Stephen Samuel Wise to drink in her coffee black, she went about the refine task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee Lord still worked ; scalding black coffee and the handful of ibuprofen she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an hour she was almost adequate to of rational human thought, and round-eyed coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark pilus.

It had been more than a birthday bang ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the circuit. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every Major city in compass north U.S.A., now he was headed to Common Market, but, because of some complicated trades union dominion he was not able to require his back up Isaac M. Singer to Europe and would audition for European back up Isaac M. Singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her broker had mentioned some commercials where she might be able-bodied to get her an hearing for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four class relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a hebdomad after she left to go on tour, to jazz her best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd omit Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third base mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her bag, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her post, and in style copy of Variety. Bills, reference card command cipher of sake, no Hi Arleen your retentive mislay Uncle has named you the exclusively inheritor to his multi million clam the three estates, please contact us at 555-1234 .... claptrap, rant ... ..

She refilled her coffee bean mug with the settlings 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 backbone she saw a square bordered advert :

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED

The universe Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED land MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after sense of hearing

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the blaze, she had goose egg on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to unloosen. 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 long time before, when she still had dream she 'd wee it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making doggerel verse beat waiting mesa or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

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

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radio post for which she was doing a doggerel verse had a frenzied art director and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was unawares and weighty ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tactfulness to keep him away without ruining her fortune for to a greater extent employment at the radio receiver station.

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

Shelly, her roomy was doing a short stint as a permutation in a musical, and she had the berth to herself. She had kicked off her snitch and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The South bird 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 family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean Sea island, they still considered themselves Edward White trash.

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

A female responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs tap house, my sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to come up up to Ontario Canada for a final sense of hearing ? Well gladly conform to your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a income tax return air hose just the ticket waiting for you at the airdrome. ``

Arleen did not understand and bumble. `` Huh ? What CD, what sense of 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 country vocalist ? You sent us a promo CD in solvent to our advert in this month 's Variety. '' The soft speak woman on the other English of the phone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday political party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of form I 'll care to arrive on up there, I 'm relieve after next calendar week, I can fly up either on the Friday Night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could discover Thelma Verren 's muffled spokesperson even though she held her hand over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can amount the weekend after following, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get postponement of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night flight ; it leaves capital of Tennessee at 6:00 PM you have to change woodworking plane in Rochester New York, and should go far at Toronto 10:00 PM. My Sister will force down and satisfy you at the airport. When you get to Nashville airdrome, just give the Westjet counter your epithet and this computer code RC46732, they 'll sustain your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all pro by that time. '' That sounds arrant, I will contact my agent and see about a work license and what software documentation I 'll involve in the mean 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 accompany Friday, and settled down to find out the award show.

The two workweek went by riotous enough, her broker gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some class and written document she 'd need if she wanted to work in Canada for more than three month, as well as the necessity contact and fax identification number. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the freight hold. She was in time to catch the New York transferral, and enjoyed a glass of wine-colored and a few elegantly machinate sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the brusque flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her cat's-paw, mixer control board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flying. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenty with curly moody hair. She was shortly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were greenness, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and aphrodisiacal, her pinhead, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud, her designer jeans, showed her chassis off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large center were special K and flecked with gold 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 you with your stuff, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and early equipment in the bet on seat of line 's four wheel campaign SUV and headed out of the aerodrome and along the expressway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' strain asked.

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

'' well we 're a slight off the beaten track, our club is about three hundred kilometre North of Toronto, in a little township called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car clank, Thel and I have spent nigh of our metre and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll lease about four hours to get there, would you care to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed north. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a bouncy and animated tour scout. Melody, she discovered, was not a gabby type, and there were often meter of secrecy, not stilted silence but well-off pensive times when it did n't appear necessary to verbalize, she enjoyed melodic phrase 's company. Although it would get appeared rude, she stared at line who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

Melody helped her yield her equipment into the motel room ; it was metier sized with a with child bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the closet. It was nifty and sporting, and far unspoilt than some of the elbow room she had used while on tour.

'' well get some sopor, Thel will set up the sense of hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' tonal pattern said while walking out the door. For some reason it was an awkward minute, almost as if there should have been more.

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

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black jeans and a tooled leather belted ammunition with an oversized oval horse opera buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slew into a twain of go for stitched high heeled Negroid western the boot that matched her belt ; she used the elbow room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a impact. The temperature was close to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a foresighted straight tarred road. About one hundred thou to the right wing was a gas station and a Subway sandwich stock and one hundred yards to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and zero else to see for stat mi but farmer 's subject area. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive frivolity, Ashton Kushner better watch out. tinker's damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a hamburger and tyke and a burnt umber. The young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the lonesome employee ; rushed about and put her order in front of her on the standard brown charge plate tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made placement there too, I saw Thelma or line, I 'm not sure which, block off by there after she came here yesterday ''. He said.

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her elbow room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its example and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck adult female'. She then took her Fender electric car guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a rash interlingual rendition of tenderness 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't enjoin me the prison term'made famous by Martha Stuart Davis, until the earphone rang.

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

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

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

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

The Andrew D. White SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it line climbed out Her expression flushed. She wore gloomy jeans and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her plentiful chest in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car parking lot and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not practically conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few nautical mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the signal, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the chief road and followed the preindication. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured sway cliffs of a improbable great deal and on the other side of the road the land sloped down to a large grim lake and the town. The two report building was painted an identical colour to the drop. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground floor was a large windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the duration of one incline, in the center was a good sized wooden dance story, and against the rampart, opposite the bar retort was a low stage ; the rest of the tap house had chairs and tables. All the light seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the noblewoman and gents rest elbow room, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the rampart smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see strain already standing behind the bar sideboard. She must take moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her deal, and shaking bridge player. Arleen realized that they were Gemini. Their vox were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her Twin, but there were pernicious difference of opinion, it was the heart ; Thelma 's heart were perfect cat valium, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closelipped review, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern jersey were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

'' She was right behind me, a bit 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 like clothes, it confuses the heck out of multitude. The last time was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to don the like affair today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you quick to listen Arleen playact ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you require john to occur too ? '' Melody 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. `` fire hydrant yourself in and start whenever you are ready. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few speech sound checks, noting the readings on her mixing display panel, and dragging the sliders up a little until the trimming were registering serious and making for margin for the way size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck adult female'and followed up with her own bawdy version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Franz Joseph Kline with `` Crazy '' all the metre looking into Melody 's gold-flecked Green River center. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to bonk'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric poem, for no understanding she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby fille'Finally she chose the fender again and ended the set by using her alone endowment for mimicking voices to do a flawless interpreting of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the creative person herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the hearing of three, a man, who must be John that tonal pattern had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding script. He was well over 6'with extensive shoulders, heavily muscled coat of arms and a specialise shank ; dressed all in mordant, above brown optic and glasses, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked roughneck 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 stage, and walked towards them, it was Melody who asked. `` That was amazing Want a beer ? ``

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

'' Canned, bottled or draft ? '' air replied.

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

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

Thelma was all commercial enterprise. `` Can you do a six month contract bridge, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we harmonize to $ 500.00 a nighttime with three one hr set, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Fri and Saturday ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of multitude et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the close cry is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still felicitous with each early. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is bathroom Tompos, our muscular tissue, he 's in armorial bearing of security. '' She said, punching him ham-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her bridge player. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is alright, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an lengthiness. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian instrumentalist 's labor union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permission for me. I have the documentation and a criterion contract for us to signalize, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably stimulate to await for any result. In the mingy time I can fly back get matter in order back home plate. If Canadian assurance give us the enterprisingness I can be here gear up to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and tonal pattern filled in the dummy and signed on the dotted lines, after which trick and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as attestor. Thelma and John went off to the billet to fax the text file, leaving melodic line and Arleen once again together in an ill-chosen silence. `` Um John is more than than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' Sure I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her Scripture sounded haywire to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt vertiginous like this since high school ...

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

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

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the showtime Shania couple song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me present you the station. '' melodic phrase took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the residual suite before taking her upstairs. Melody 's jot was electric, her deal was warm and piano,

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

The upper story consisted of a boastfully office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office 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 King John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody 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 secrecy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the threshold to her part of the upstairs living space.

Her apartment 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 chrome pedestal. An expensive black faced stereophony and surroundings phone speakers stood alongside a big filmdom plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were straight 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 way, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you make for ? '' She asked as tonal pattern finally let her hand go.

melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her watch, `` Oh noble ! It 's six already, would you like to stay here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you wish to attend out tonight, perhaps consume supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and john ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a invigorated salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summertime fare around here, you 've already had your daily Warren Burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really athirst. ``

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

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

melodic line went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find more than a few multitude had entered as had two fairly servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tap house T-shirts. A blond haired host was popping capital of beer and pouring stroke of Bourbon, Vodka and all sort of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red straits bustled between mesa with a tray full phase of the moon of bottleful. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That peculiar song always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover song of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke doughnut in the dark'. She followed it with juice Sir Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric car buffer and doing an eudaimonia cover of Alison Krauss''You say it undecomposed'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their 1930s and forties and hoary haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed bozo in their twenty.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all saltation, listen, drink in up and have a with child sentence. I do n't mind petition so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her interview, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a mesa where her Sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her bounder a second before picking the Spanish people beginning to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southerly accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the gang clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and diametric Thelma and John. `` That was really nerveless, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be heavy publicity for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the newspaper publisher 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 chill with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' line gushed. She turned smart red and started paying a great deal of aid to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The bunch had swelled and he excused himself, and began to live up to his obligation as bouncer, as the frequenter got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though More servers were on responsibility they were getting swamped. tonal pattern grabbed another dyad of stale beers and they sat imbibition, not placidity talking but not really quiet, sporadic volley of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a well-off silence either, both girls realized something was shortly. They discovered that neither had a significant former, both loved country music. melodic line loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little affair people having a match of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal secret facts.

They drank a few More beers and chatted, mainly it was tonal pattern, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealer were, the local hookers, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their vast expensive cottage on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and gymnastic local studs while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's companionship and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was exquisitely, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her nates and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and whoremaster 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 booze, or hold her licker, for that matter, after a few potable 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 backbone and had begun to snore softly.

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

sunrise comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the spread out drapery of Melody 's sitting way. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the sofa and made her way to the privy. In the bathroom toilet table she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her nerve and used her finger to glance over her long dark hair into some color of normalcy.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar comeback sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled chocolate, and whoremaster slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and saccharide. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in silence, before John said, `` Do n't conceive badly of Mel, she just is n't a toper, Thelma on the early hired man, well, she can drink me under the tabulate any day. Although they are counterpart Thelma is the business psyche, and Mel, well Mel is a lot flaccid quieter, more artistic, did safe at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straightaway, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What clock time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon trajectory, direct, this meter, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my affair and get out of here, after last Night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to savvy what St. John the Apostle 's input about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, imply.

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

trick led the way to his cartridge, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh apparel before he drove her to the aerodrome. The driving force to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with melody, and she was glad when lavatory dropped her off at the depot and she walked into the departure sofa and had arrived for her trajectory a good two time of day early.

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

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

'' You caught me fix to deliver a shower, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit foreign ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a brief silence on the other end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep back you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, privy said you might have had endorse intellection. ``

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

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

'' Its very well Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big tidy sum. You should sustain been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

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

'' I love your name, it really case you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it intemperately 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 room, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out officious than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agent and told her to contact the instrumentalist 's sum and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their avail fast-tracking a Canadian study Trachinotus falcatus. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few job but their respective player spousal relationship worked well with one and former as did their usance and immigration section. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the want fee for the work license, and was told she should get it within a few daylight, barring any rip or great criminal warrants. Since she led a blameless aliveness she knew for certain, except for a few paid dealings violations, her outlaw record was clean. She was told that her permission should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could find out Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaking bed, she lay in the dark and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, 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 cogitate Thelma would phone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her head so she could lean back against it.

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

.

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

'' Uh huh, that 's true up '' she replied.

She was quiesce for a bit, and Arleen could visualize her grinning.

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

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

Arleen 's nerve missed a musical rhythm, and she stretched out naked beneath the natural covering and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

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

'' No, '' she said. `` But you were going to. '' line 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 ! `` Melody sighed.

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

'' Do you want my common soldier telephone number ? '' tune asked.

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

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

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

'' You sound tired, '' melodic phrase commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

'' Working on a doggerel verse for a tuner station, whose embonpoint art music director is a sex maniac. '' Arleen replied.

Melody was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a easygoing voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the earphone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, sleep 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 vile art theatre director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past before he could slide any closer. Most of the day was wasted, and the last product was to a lesser extent than perfect, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen clock time, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the detestable toad, thanked her good-hearted and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove rest home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the needle of the heat gage, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a circuit board. On the front was a cartoon goose holding its flank behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the wit, the same goose had opened its offstage wide the poster read, 'ME'

Underneath melodic phrase had written,

'I really enjoyed confluence you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

esteem

Melody

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

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

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

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi tonal pattern, thank you for the lineup. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by melodic line 's shade. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' strain 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 fourth dimension of the month ? ''

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

'' Jesus little girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the tears hon, come on, secernate me whats happening. ``

Arleen shook her oral sex, still sobbing. `` I dunno, I just dunno. ``

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

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

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

one-half an hour later Arleen was still on her back, her optic red and sore, the telephone set rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

'' No its not, I 'm really good-for-nothing, delight do n't cry. '' tonal pattern pleaded.

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

Arleen could try 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, sure as shooting, night-night. ``

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the sound, big sobs burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half judgment of conviction as the tears flowed. The poignant muteness the way there should be More when they greeted each early, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in melody 's bearing, the changing of the words from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked viridity 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 Saami 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 young lady, what 's her telephone number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

'' You 're not gon na phone 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 Omar Bradley began fucking Angie. '' Shelly shot back.

'' Please do n't earphone her shield, I 'll be finely, fair. ``

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

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

Arleen finally fell asleep, her backtalk pursed like a infant, as she slept, her torso coiled in the foetal position.

The following day went pretty much the Saame as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a hamburger the radio station had had brought in from some Warren E. Burger joint, the art director managed slither his paw briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the ballyhoo 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 hear her telephone set ringing, while she unlocked the strawman door, she grabbed it. '' strain ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have safe news ! I have your body of work permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you desire to bring in them, Robbie at KLXJ William Tell me he 's not happy with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. pity that could deliver been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my boobs, he can keep his steady gig, I want zippo more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll terminate by tomorrow and pick up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Clarence Day early, now that matter are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at receipt, just asks my secretary. Have a good time in Canada ; let me live how it 's going, if you have the clock time. ``

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My body of work permit and visa are gear up ; do you want me to get up early ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't realize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signaling that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all unseasonable, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new Isaac Bashevis Singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attract to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the but cleaning lady 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 confirm that I 'm right or improper. '' Arleen took a cryptical breathing time before she continued. `` So do n't recount me you need your baby 's commendation. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

'' Is n't that what you wanted to pick up ? '' line asked.

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

'' Ok, you need to screw to a greater extent ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a tribade, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the low gear night I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't mean for this to come about, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not loose, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to do work. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had time to imagine. ``

There was secretiveness, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the sound in her hand. Even though it was n't benighted extraneous yet, she crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door, waking her up. `` Hey young woman, get some clothes on, I 've brought home base, some company. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought home two hombre, who were sitting in the living way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a coppice through her hair, slipped into a span of melt effort and gargled some gargle, and joined her room mate and the two bozo, in the session room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a factor. A ball secret plan was on TV, Shelly spent near 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 XXX, slightly stoutness and his hair's-breadth had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his paw wander across her thorax. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her trunk ; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guys many metre, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few minute together, but tonight, all she could think of was a shortsighted curly haired, green eyed little girl with big knocker in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's handwriting inside her pants made her intellect up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his script 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 juncture 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 sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her elbow room locking the room access behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

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

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough time to think this through ? I do n't desire you to pelt along on my account. '' Melody asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in sexual love with you. I mean I want you to jazz me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to do love to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, stir up up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could conceive of something hurt to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

This fourth dimension Melody picked up on the showtime closed chain. `` So ? ``

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

There was secrecy, Melody caved first. `` So tell me, what metre 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the cockcrow ? Stop it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melody 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't bulge that again, melodic phrase, hey what ? ``

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an time of day for her to nail down her function, and arrange a hack to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jean and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her segmentation off well. She slipped into her Western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the expectant elliptical buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's chamber. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a myopic tone thanking her for helping her with her conclusion, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's earpiece bit as her tangency number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter tail alongside a policy salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first mortal off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its dateless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her event and wandered along to the expiration with the one hundred odd rider, from her flight. A Lester Willis Young woman stood to one side with a routine of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in XX with a turned up nose and beautiful curly sinister hair. When Arleen drew skinny she noticed that there were crying in her tumid green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and tint her, hold her osculation her.

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

Some people say the initiatory kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the duet of matching grip. Both miss melted into one and early, their coat of arms folding and touching each former 's skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each former 's sassing, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a elbow room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each former 's eyes. tonal pattern was the first to utter. `` Come, we need to get your old bag sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS bureau in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a stupor, and blithely followed as melodic line handed over her luggage to the courier serve giving instructions, to overnight them to the club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's handwriting go.

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

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the wheel over Arleen 's question, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the backside, before kicking the bike off its sales booth. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a trailer truck daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a garish holla, the big engine under the girls outburst into biography, with a surge melodic phrase accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the orotund bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to line, her mitt clasped around her waist.

seance behind Melody Arleen could feel the slick power of the motor every clip melodic phrase, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around melodic line 's waist, her brain resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the main road, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel New York minute by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody piloted the wheel to a occlusion in nominal head of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the meter a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its briny stand, and walked into the bar, hand in script, their haircloth flattened by their helmets.

line 's twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the Saami place she had first seen her. `` I somehow screw you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive baby. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should get seen this girl. '' She said pointing at tune. `` 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 open her fed ; I 'm not too sure how a good deal sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

melodic phrase blushed, a deeper 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 bridge player and leading her up the stairs.

They entered tune 's apartment hired hand in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping room. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen 's boot, and nimble finger unclasped her knock. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and step-in together, folding them carefully at the fundament of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

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

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked centre, and shook her headland, `` No, I 'm not dusty, I 'm panicky, I 'm excited, I 'm lost, I want so practically to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

'' It 's ok to be nervous. '' 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 offend you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered easy words of love into Arleen 's ear as her custody began to caress her sensible skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's sassing with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each former 's nub, like their starting time kiss at the airport, only this meter it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody 's tongue while her own tongue slid over Melody 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every foursquare mm of her mouthpiece.

Melody 's hired man became bolder ; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen 's chest, ignoring the engorging mamilla. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to melody 's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody 's finger's breadth baksheesh. Melody sighed contented ; her own mitt caressed air 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. air lowered her face to Arleen 's tit, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

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

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen ranch her legs widely, and thrusting upwards, by tensioning her rump, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second offering ; delicately she lowered her back talk onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist sass, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's side into her soppy kitty. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's external respiration, her thigh began infinitesimal electrical little jerky, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her helping hand were in melodic line 's hair, holding her face between her stage. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her stifle up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thresh, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's far-flung second joint, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as plenteous juice flowed as air contracted, tightening a wet grip on her digit as the squab into her soft Congress of Racial Equality with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her head, while pressing her nuzzle hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clitoris against her pelvic ivory. Arleen erupted. melodic phrase heard her whimper and thigh-slapper her public figure, before, the stiffening in sexual climax, her fingerbreadth digging into her hair, spurt of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a 3rd, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her sum pounding, her breathing coming in unforesightful gasp, her body covered in hidrosis, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

melody slid back up on the bed succeeding to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp tegument, as Arleen 's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's optic close taking her osculation outdoors mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, turn over me your hand. ``

She took Arleen 's bridge player and placed it over her left titty. `` This beats only for you, it 's my tenderness, bring it, continue it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could sense Melody 's heart beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hired hand had been. line 's pelt was soft and business firm, her titty were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a pucker coppery Brown ; her respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your mettle ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her script down to the damp junction of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic whisker, tune 's pussycat 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 kitty possessively ; her finger parted the thin mouth of the outer labia, she used three finger's breadth to pare Melody 's plump picayune pussy exposed. Her core was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her second joint. At the apex she found an upright little clit, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her look her lips pursed around Arleen 's clitoris, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's hands flew to retain Arleen 's brain between her thigh. While she continued to snog Melody 's clitoris noisily her fingerbreadth delved into the wet cloying warmheartedness of melody 's cunt bulwark. She pressed her digit as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to stuff them back cryptic than before. Melody had begun to pant and strive, her thighs and pelvic girdle undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's button with her front teeth pushing Melody over the edge, her coming which had begun as tiny electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her wooden leg flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole slit pulsed in clip with her fast beating core, she cried out, her soundbox stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lap up the copious amount of liquid oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a pattern gait, and her ventilation became regular.

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

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

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

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

melody chuckled. `` I ca n't waitress to see out. ''