Her xxx second natal day had been a blast, it lasted three sidereal day. She could n't call back the live on twenty four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if katzenjammer was anything to justice by. Then add she could n't determine the underclothes she had worn at the offset of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken shock on the floor of her chamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too pocket-size for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and soul else 's way too dead skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out defenseless on her bed three raw guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! wellspring actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was magniloquent at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue optic were bloodshot and the lids puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her centre appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrow had been plucked to thinnish arch above her enigmatic optic. Her zygomatic were mellow and complimented her heart. Her fount was nerve shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide of the mark, with sensual backtalk, her chin was needlelike but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn powerful ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the exhibitor curtain down. In her borrowed habiliment she let the affectionate water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot piss and stood as the almost scalding water stung her naked consistence, what was left of her brand up ran down her face in twin grayish run she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at to the lowest degree fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied Georgia home boy, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her dentition she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the flat was a mess, bottles everywhere, some muted full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her suffice motorcar had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to salute all the chocolate cream as well as the milk, when they raided the electric refrigerator, leaving it publicise except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. well with the way she felt it would be wise to wassail her java fatal, she went about the perplex task of filling the coffee manufacturing business and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked ; scalding black coffee tree and the handful of Advil she took began to damp the dull throb behind her center. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human thought, and simpleton coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long disconsolate hair.

It had been more than a birthday brawl ; her natal day had coincided with the end of the tour of duty. She had spent the end year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every John Major city in North America, now he was headed to EC, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able-bodied to take his rachis up vocalizer to European Community and would try out for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agentive role had mentioned some commercial where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final examination coffin nail into her nearly four year family relationship with Tom Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a calendar week after she left to go on tour of duty, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd lose Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale disastrous coffee.

She searched for her pocketbook, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her chain armour, and former copy of Variety. greenback, credit entry card statements zilch of sake, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please meet us at 555-1234 .... bombast, blah ... ..

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

land SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED area MUSICAN

Entertainer

contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advertising. Ah what the hell, she had aught on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her figurer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had pipe dream she 'd ready it as a star, in capital of Tennessee. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to second-rater. Still singing back up and making jingles work over waiting tables or taking off your wearing apparel for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the mail service and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little workplace over the next few days singing jangle for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rip and restocked their depleted icebox. There was also talk of some radio receiver 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 post 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 obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tactfulness to keep him away without ruining her chances for more work at the radio station.

The dealings home was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan constantly threatened to overheat, typical of any world-weary nine twelvemonth old she reckoned. She looked forward to getting habitation, sprawling out on the couch and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a renewal in a melodic, and she had the situation to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her s beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a shaft at Natalie main of The Dixie doll before telling everybody he was just a work out stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two hall, his own jet and about a twelve sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a diminished Caribbean Sea island, they still considered themselves Elwyn Brooks White trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating White chalk, Arleen who normally would give let the answering machine pick up the call, but of grade some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-mute on the outback and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting elbow room ! ``

A female person responded at the former 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 occur up to Ontario Canada for a concluding audition ? Well gladly meet your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return airline just the ticket waiting for you at the airport. ``

Arleen did not understand and stammered. `` 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 singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertisement in this month 's smorgasbord. '' The cushy verbalise charwoman on the early side of the earphone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her natal day company surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's veracious, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie main on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll care to number on up there, I 'm liberal after future week, I can fly up either on the Fri night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could take heed Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her script over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can get the weekend after next, its two calendar week before we open, its perfect, get clench of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a bit or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday dark flight of steps ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to transfer planes in Rochester New York, and should go far at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will take down and gather you at the airport. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just have the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, conveyance and hooey, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all master by that time. '' That sounds complete, I will contact my federal agent and see about a work licence and what documentation I 'll need in the average sentence, 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 merging you too, bye, now. '' Thelma said as she put down the phone.

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

The two workweek went by flying enough, her Agent gave her selective information about working in Canada and gave her some descriptor and documents she 'd need if she wanted to operate in Canada for more than three month, as well as the requisite inter-group communication and fax act. By 6:30 on Friday her aeroplane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage was in the lading hold. She was in time to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a drinking glass of wine and a few elegantly set sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the Terminal carrying her all-night bag of wearing apparel, 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 destination like Freezeyerassoff in Republic of 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 passing with the 100 odd passenger, from her trajectory. A untried charwoman stood to one side with a routine of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dingy haircloth. She was poor, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were greenness, with a cute turned up nuzzle, her lips across-the-board and sexy, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and gallant, her designer jeans, showed her physical body off extremely well. When Arleen drew penny-pinching she noticed that her large eye were viridity and flecked with gold and her skin unmarred and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm Melody Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flying. Can I 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 recess wheels. Melody tugged it behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

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

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten track, our cabaret is about three hundred kilometer North of Toronto, in a piddling town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last wintertime in a car crash, Thel and I have spent most of our fourth dimension and money rebuilding it and bring the place up to code. It 'll take away 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 plane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' melodic line said, turning onto a wide highway and headed North. She pointed out versatile landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often meter of secretiveness, not stilted silence but soft broody times when it did n't seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody 's society. 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 Andrew Dickson White SUV pulled up outside a motel and melodic line 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 slumber, I 'm really sorry it 's so former ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the auditory sense. 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 takings her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was mass medium sized with a boastfully bed and colouring TV with a bathroom leading off inverse the closets. It was neat and clean, and far better than some of the rooms she had used while on tour.

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

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know Melody better. She hoped her baby would be nice too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a while, even this weekend, although it was also an auditory modality 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 joyride leather belt with an oversized ellipse western buckle and a simple ovalbumin tee-shirt and slue into a pair of envision stitched high heeled dim western boots that matched her belt ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a jolt. The temperature was secretive to 100 point. The Birchacres Motel was just off a yearn straight tarred route. About one hundred yards to the rightfield was a gas place and a Subway sandwich entrepot and one hundred grounds to the left a MacDonald 's, and zero else to see for miles but farmer 's airfield. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Sir Frederick Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a beefburger and fries and a coffee. The offspring guy who took her parliamentary law, who 's epithet was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the lone employee ; rushed about and put her order in nominal head of her on the monetary standard brown credit card tray. She dug into her denim and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its vitrine and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Mount Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck womanhood'. She then took her buffer galvanizing guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a reckless edition of heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't severalise me the time'made celebrated by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

'' Hi this is Thelma Verren, we have set aside all good afternoon for you, so say us what meter 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 sort of you. I 'm set anytime. '' She answered.

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the telephone here. '' Arleen heard a twain of muffled '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 cases. She opened the drape and sat on the bed looking at the road and farmland that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any townspeople nearby.

The 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 Melody climbed out Her face flushed. She wore naughty jean and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her plenteous chest in Burgundy wine letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both cleaning woman realized that something was missing. air took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the spine. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar route and headed North again. This time melodic line seemed reserved and there was not a good deal conversation, it was almost as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few Swedish mile North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the star sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the chief route and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock and roll cliff of a magniloquent mountain and on the other side of the road the land sloped down to a vauntingly blue lake and the Ithiel Town. The two story construction was painted an monovular colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' melodic phrase said unnecessarily.

With melodic phrase 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground level was a with child windowless air conditioned square way with an oaken bar rejoinder running the length of one position, in the shopping center was a respectable sized wooden dance storey, and against the bulwark, opposite the bar heel counter was a pocket-sized degree ; the rest of the tap house had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new blusher.

She was surprised to see tonal pattern already standing behind the bar parry. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking men. Arleen realized that they were similitude. Their vocalization were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were subtle conflict, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's oculus were stark fleeceable, without the favourable flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer review, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pinko emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern tee shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' surely wooing 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 thing'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of mass. The death clock time was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to wear off the same affair today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you require lav to number too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm sure he 'll arrive when he hears the medicine. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` Plug 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 sound hinderance, noting the meter reading on her mixing board, and dragging the slider up a little until the cutting were registering honest and making for allowances for the room size of it. She flicked on the barrel machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck cleaning lady'and followed up with her own bawdy adaptation of heart and soul 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to fall guy Franz Joseph Kline with `` nutcase '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked greenness eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the language, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her alone gift for mimicking interpreter to do a flawless rendering of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the consultation of three, a man, who must be John that air had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow shank ; dressed all in black, above brown oculus and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant enough of his humanity to wear a pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the leg, 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 ? '' melody replied.

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

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

Thelma was all business. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a night with three one minute sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of money of multitude et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the survive call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still glad with each early. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is Gospel According to John Tompos, our heftiness, he 's in charge of security. '' She said, punching him bungling on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is okay, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an annexe. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permission for me. I have the documentation and a standard contract bridge 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 things in order back domicile. If Canadian authorities give us the initiative I can be here ready to sing William Ashley Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and melodic line filled in the blanks and signed on the scatter lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as watcher. Thelma and John went off to the place to fax the papers, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an ungainly secretiveness. `` Um John is More than the chucker-out, 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 enough I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and incoherent, she had n't felt giddy like this since high schoolhouse ...

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a little longer than essential, their fingerbreadth touching briefly during the commutation. `` 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 instill. '' She replied softly, while her face turned different shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the start Shania span song you did, you copied her almost exactly. seed ; let me depict you the spot. '' line took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest suite before taking her upstairs. Melody 's contact was galvanizing, her hand was warm and voiced,

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

The upper level consisted of a large office at the top of the step and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and John the Evangelist were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily, King John pulled his handwriting out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her hand from the battlefront of John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. line apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can present you my apartment, 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 way was furnished with a Bourgogne leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one English on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereophony and surroundings audio speakers stood alongside a big sieve plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and john 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 room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you play ? '' She asked as air finally let her hand go.

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

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

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by water ice ice ointment. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily burger, or we could institutionalise John Lackland for subs from Subway or for a pizza pie if you 're really hungry. ``

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

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

air went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to encounter more than than a few mass had entered as had two moderately waiter, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tap house T-shirt. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kind of spirits as fasting as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray wax of feeding bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That fussy Sung always made her feel kind of melancholy and she stayed in that modal value by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke doughnut in the dark'. She followed it with succus Sir Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the morning'before shaking her self out of an emotional lantern slide by changing to the galvanising Fender and doing an upbeat binding of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the untested generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and 40 and Louis Harold Gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs Tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, pledge up and have a great time. I do n't listen request so let me make love what you like, if I know it, I 'll bring it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sis and St. John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle 's 'Hotel Golden State'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it vocalise like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the mesa while the crew clapped and cheered.

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

'' She 's awesome ! '' melodic line gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great peck of care to her salad.

When the meal was finished, Gospel According to John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in secretiveness. The bunch had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more servers were on tariff they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of frigidity beers and they sat drinking, not unruffled talking but not really quiet, sporadic salvo of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a well-heeled secrecy either, both girls realized something was unforesightful. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country music. Melody loved bike ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other footling thing citizenry having a couple of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal buck private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was tonal pattern, pointing out topical anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local slattern, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and gymnastic local anesthetic studhorse while their husband worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, tonal pattern and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was finely, line was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat and began to dim her give-and-take. Silently, Thelma and toilet came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my baby dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't tope, or control her licker, for that issue, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with tonal pattern who had rolled onto her backbone and had begun to snore softly.

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

dayspring comes early in Central Ontario, break of day painted the pinko cliffs a blanch orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the exposed drapes of melody 's sitting room. The door to Melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the sofa and made her way to the bathroom. In the toilet amour propre she could see she was a pot. Hastily she washed her face and used her digit to rake her tenacious nighttime hair into some semblance of N.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar sideboard sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled burnt umber, and St. John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her penchant with ointment and simoleons. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in silence, before privy said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other deal, well, she can drink me under the tabularize any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot cushy quieter, more artistic, did better at schooling too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flying back to capital of Tennessee ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this metre, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here, after last night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what trick 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, have in mind.

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

John led the way to his pick-me-up, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into unfermented clothes before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed a great deal faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and company was n't there like it had been with strain, and she was sword lily when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the leaving lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early.

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

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

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

There was a brief silence on the other end, before melodic phrase continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, John the Evangelist said you might give birth had arcsecond thought. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm sorry about Sat night, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really pitiful. '' Melody apologized softly.

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

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

'' I love your epithet, it really suit of clothes you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the right quarrel 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 melodic line, 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 broker and told her to contact the Musician 's trades union and tell them she was going to puzzle out in Canada for six months and that she needed their assist fast-tracking a Canadian work license. Canada and the US being neighbour presented a few problems but their respective Musician trade union worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration department. She had to chat the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a few mean solar day, barring any split or spectacular deplorable warrants. Since she led a blameless life story she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic violation, her criminal record book was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

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

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

I did n't cogitate Thelma would telephone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her head so she could slant back against it.

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen 's heart missed a beat, and she stretched out naked beneath the 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 get laid, 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 ? '' air queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` Melody sighed.

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

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

'' What would I do with your private figure, line ? '' Arleen asked.

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

Obligingly Arleen wrote it down. For the next time of day, they chatted, sometimes giggling like schoolgirls and sometimes whispering Arleen lay curled up bare under the covers.

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

Melody was tranquil for a here and now, and then she said in a voiced representative. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, nap tight '' melodic phrase whispered.

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

The next day at the radio post was every bit a nightmare as the time before, the ugly art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became superstar at slipping past before he could slither any closer. nigh of the day was wasted, and the final product was less than perfect, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a 12 times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious salientian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove menage, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper dealings, she was really proud of to make it home, the phonograph needle of the heat caliber, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her room access. I was a card. On the front was a toon goose holding its wing behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the card, the same goose had opened its extension wide the bill read, 'ME'

Underneath line had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

Melody

Shelly was sitting in the session 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 earpiece ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

'' Since you do n't have an suffice motorcar I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah girl ! Some Melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up Frederick North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action dearest. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could let played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

'' shtup off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the card to her chest 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 melodic phrase, thank you for the card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by air 's shade. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we contribution an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's business. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' melody 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 disturbance, it ca n't be that time of the calendar month ? ''

Arlene threw the phone at the threshold. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as tears began to flow, for some obscure reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knee joint and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her tenacious dark hair. '' Its ok baby, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dam, I mean you and Thomas Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to comfort her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, zippo can change our friendship, we 've done some unbalanced things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just bonk this, felicity does n't come a knock, you have to detect it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't reprobate yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its charger next to the bed and closed the room access behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' Promise ? ``

'' Yeah, sure, night-night. ``

'' Night-night air. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sobs burst the secrecy.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tears flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each former, the wanting to rival and check, being tongue-tied in strain 's presence, the changing of the lyric from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green heart. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her Shell, I 'll be delicately, true. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find oneself out if she feels the like, if not get the Scheol outta there, descend home base, and we 'll ascertain ya some cunning dame to squeeze, ok ?

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

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

The following day went pretty often the same as the previous one. Arleen was not thirsty, she pecked at a hamburger the radiocommunication station had had brought in from some Warren Earl Burger joint, the art managing director managed slither his script briefly over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the plug 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 phone resonance, while she unlocked the face threshold, she grabbed it. '' melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have skillful intelligence ! I have your workplace licence, and all your written document, for your halt in Canada. Do you want me to carry them to you, or do you need to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not felicitous with your work, and he 's abandoning the project. Pity that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a tackiness, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to grope my titty, he can keep his regular gig, I want naught more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll halt by tomorrow and pick up the papers for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few Day early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the role, I 'll go away them in an envelope for you, at reception, just call for my secretary. Have a unspoilt sentence in Canada ; let me cognize how it 's going, if you have the clock time. ``

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

'' My piece of work permit and visa are ready ; do you want me to add up up earlier ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Let me ask Thel, maintenance to look ? ``

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

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

'' Is n't that what you wanted to take heed ? '' tune asked.

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

'' Ok, you need to screw more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to screw what I want. I want you, I did from the kickoff Night I met you. You say you are n't a sapphic, so where do we go ? I have fallen in beloved with you, you say you have look for me, but you do n't sympathise them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't stand for for this to come about, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in honey with me, like I am with you, but its not easy, I understand, it 's a big thing, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. telephone me when you 've had clock time to think. ``

There was quiet, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her hired man. Even though it was n't sour remote yet, she crawled under the binding and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's berm ; she had brought house two guy, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a light touch through her hair, slipped into a distich of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her elbow room mate and the two bozo, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission price an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A egg plot was on TV, Shelly spent near of the clip, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his 30, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to drop off. He leaned across Arleen, letting his handwriting wander across her breast. They kissed. Arleen allowed George Eliot 's hands wander over her body ; she felt zilch, there was no arousal at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought rest home hombre many metre, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could consider of was a short curly haired, green eyed girlfriend with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her gasp made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her ramification. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

She dialed, the telephone set was answered after the third gear annulus. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you desire ? '' melodic phrase sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their early 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 reckon this through ? I do n't desire you to rush on my account. '' air asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in making love with you. I mean I want you to do it me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to induce love to you and have you make roll in the hay to me, to view as you, kiss you, go to bed with you, stir up up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could call up of something bright to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the morning ? block up it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was nada playful in melodic phrase 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't set off that again, air, hey what ? ``

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

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

'' eternal rest tight my lovemaking I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went dead, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no prison term left to kip. It too at least an 60 minutes for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jean and satiny off the shoulder tee shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt ammunition around her trim waist with the large oval-shaped buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the doorway, leaving her a short promissory note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's speech sound issue as her contact number.

The planer slip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped tooshie alongside a insurance salesman. The airplane touched down on clip, and Arleen was the initiatory person off the plane. She breezed through tradition and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her luggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her character and wandered along to the outlet with the one C odd passenger, from her flight of steps. A Lester Willis Young char stood to one English with a numeral of uniform limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly iniquity hair. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large William Green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most keen eyes she had ever seen. She was so stimulate she wanted to run and bear upon her, hold her osculation her.

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

Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other 's peel and hair's-breadth, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongue tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the multitude around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

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

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her luggage to the courier service giving instructions, to overnight them to the nine 's savoir-faire in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hand go.

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

Melody fastened a entire faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bike over Arleen 's headland, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's crown, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its rack. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a tractor trailer daze Arleen climbed behind tune. With a loud holler, the big locomotive under the girls burst into life, with a rush tonal pattern accelerated into the exchange, and skillfully maneuvered the boastfully bicycle in the traffic as Arleen clung to strain, her hands clasped around her waist.

seance behind Melody Arleen could feel the satiny king of the motor every clip air, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke cockamamy affair into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around melodic phrase 's waist, her header resting between, her berm. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the head trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. air piloted the bike to a stop consonant in front of the tap house. Biking up had taken half the meter a car would ingest. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its principal stand, and walked into the bar, hand in bridge player, their pilus flattened by their helmets.

tune 's Gemini was behind the bar ; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the backtalk. `` You should possess seen this girl. '' She said pointing at line. `` 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 sure how lots sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

melodic line blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and settle in, I 'll have 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 apartment hand in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping accommodation. `` We can lavish later, I need you, now. '' Gently tune 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 substructure of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her point, and sat naked before her.

air plucked at her own wear, 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 eyes, and shook her header, `` No, I 'm not frigidity, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm disordered, I want so much to delight you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

air whispered soft words of making love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sore skin. She lifted her capitulum, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their first 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 knife slid over line 's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square up millimeter of her sass.

air 's hands became bolder ; her digit traced the areola of Arleen 's bosom, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's touch, becoming rubbery as flavour of pleasure began to course from melodic phrase 's finger top. Melody sighed contented ; her own manus caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, cunt to pussy. melodic line lowered her grimace to Arleen 's breast, her tongue traced where her fingerbreadth had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her rear ; Melody could feel rut and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's mammilla slipped out of Melody 's back talk with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's belly button, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her stage wide, and jab upwards, by tensioning her tooshie, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second go ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her natural language probed Arleen 's puss, flicking open the moist sassing, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and pierce her pelvis upward, mashing line 's face into her sodden twat. line sensed the change in Arleen 's breathing, her thighs began minute electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hired man were in air 's hair, holding her fount between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her articulatio genus up, her toes flexed full, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, please please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread second joint, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet paries slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet handgrip on her finger as the Dove into her voiced core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with abruptly jerky she shook her question, while pressing her scent hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whimper and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair's-breadth, squirt of whitish lubricant gushed from her twat, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a tertiary, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart hammering, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in sudation, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed side by side to her, caressing her. She planted subdued wet osculation along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen 's labor breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her candy kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

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

Arleen could find Melody 's philia beating beneath her helping hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her deal had been. melodic phrase 's hide was soft and firm, her breast were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her mammilla had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her bosom. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist articulation of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, Melody 's pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over melodic line 's knock off mons pubis. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussy possessively ; her digit parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare Melody 's plump little slit spread. Her core was superheated, automatically ; melodic line widened her knee, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an rear little clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's content suspiration. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melodic phrase 's hands flew to accommodate Arleen 's head between her thigh. While she continued to kiss line 's button noisily her finger delved into the wet cloying warmth of melodic phrase 's pussy walls. She pressed her finger as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to stuff them back cryptic than before. Melody had begun to gasp and strain, her thigh and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed Melody 's clitoris with her front teeth pushing melodic line over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as lilliputian electrical tics along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her wholly pussycat pulsed in time with her fast stick heart, she cried out, her body stiffened, as seventh heaven overtook her.

Arleen began to puzzle out the copious amount of money of liquid oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing ointment, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a convention pace, and her breathing 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 buss her tender knocker softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

'' Oh, so you learned from porno ! What else did porn Blackbeard you ? '' tonal pattern asked.

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

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