Her xxx second base birthday had been a bang, it lasted three twenty-four hour period. She could n't recall the in conclusion twenty four time of day of it, but she knew that she had had a safe time, if katzenjammer was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her bibulous semiconsciousness on the storey of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizing too pocket-sized for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the crocked shirt, and someone else 's way too short skirt that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothes at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was XXX two ! fountainhead actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was magniloquent at 5'10 '' .Her strawflower downhearted oculus were bloodshot and the hat puffy, the long lash that shrouded them, normally making her eye appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arch above her enigmatic eye. Her cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was nitty-gritty shaped, her nose was full-strength and slender with narrow anterior naris, her oral cavity was wide, with animal rim, her Kuki-Chin was shrill but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lavatory and managed to falter into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the quick water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot H2O and stood as the almost scalding piddle stung her au naturel consistency, what was left of her shuffling up ran down her cheeks in twin greyish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the body of water soothe her someone for at least fifteen proceedings before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a raft, bottleful everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty-bellied, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her answer car had been destroyed by some madman with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable function in the inwardness of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to tope all the deep brown cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it mere except for three empty beer nursing bottle and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. fountainhead with the way she felt it would be Isaac Mayer Wise to imbibe her coffee lightlessness, she went about the elaborate project of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the chocolate maker still worked ; scalding black java and the handful of Nuprin she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eyes. Within an minute she was almost capable of rational number human being thought, and unsubdivided coordination like getting dressed and brushing her foresighted dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour of duty. She had spent the cobbler's last class touring with singer-songwriter Harry William Rowan Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had toured every major city in compass north USA, now he was headed to EU, but, because of some complicated union prescript he was not able to assume his book binding up singers to Europe and would audition for European back up vocaliser once he landed.

She was out of a job, her factor had mentioned some commercial message where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the sensible horizon for her. Being on the route had been hard, it drove the last coffin nail into her nearly four class relationship with Thomas Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a workweek after she left to go on tour, to make out her best Quaker. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third gear mug of the now overcooked stale bleak coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and latest copy of assortment. Bills, reference card statements nothing of pursuit, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the solitary successor to his multi million dollar sign estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah ... ..

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

country SINGER NEEDED

The populace Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED rural area MUSICAN

Entertainer

contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell on earth, she had nothing on the horizon, right ? There was nothing to loosen. She dug through her press, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few yr before, when she still had dreams she 'd defecate it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat out waiting tables or taking off your apparel for a livelihood, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and endorsement into the place and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little work over the following few twenty-four hour period singing doggerel verse for under arm deodourant and dog nutrient, which helped pay the rent and restocked their wipe out refrigerator. There was also talk of some radio work.

A calendar week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radiocommunication post for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art conductor and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was forgetful and obese ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her chances for more body of work at the radio receiver station.

The dealings place was bumper to bumper her nine yr old Nisan constantly threatened to overheat, distinctive of any bored nine year old she reckoned. She looked forward to getting home, sprawling out on the sofa and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roommate was doing a shortstop stint as a renewal in a musical, and she had the situation to herself. She had kicked off her sneaker and just opened her 2d beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a shot at Natalie Mains of The Dixieland Chicks before telling everybody he was just a turn stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two hall, his own jet and about a twelve sports-cars, his succeeder had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

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

A female person responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs tavern, my baby and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to do up to Lake Ontario Canada for a concluding hearing ? Well gladly meet your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return airline slate waiting for you at the airport. ``

Arleen did not read and stammer. `` Huh ? What CD, what audition, 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 Isaac Bashevis Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advert in this month 's diverseness. '' The soft spoken woman on the other side of the phone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and promotion endorsement while hung over after her natal day party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching toby fillpot jug Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll wish to amount on up there, I 'm free after next workweek, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Sat break of day, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could get a line Thelma Verren 's muffled interpreter even though she held her handwriting over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can get along the weekend after next, its two workweek before we open, its perfect, get hold 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 Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planing machine in Rochester New House of York, and should get in at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will labor down and run across you at the airport. When you get to capital of Tennessee drome, just present the Westjet counter your epithet and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, carry-over and clobber, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will reach my federal agent and see about a employment license and what corroboration I 'll call for 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 following Friday, and settled down to watch the awards show.

The two weeks went by fast enough, her agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and written document she 'd need if she wanted to run in Canada for to a greater extent than three months, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers. 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 cargo wait. She was in sentence to capture the New House of York transfer, and enjoyed a glassful of vino and a few elegantly ready sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the brusk flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instruments, mixer circuit card and amp and wandered along to the passing with the one hundred odd passenger, from her flight of steps. A immature womanhood stood to one side with a issue of uniform limo chauffeurs holding a signal `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark hairsbreadth. She was abruptly, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her heart were green, with a cute turned up nose, her sass wide and aphrodisiacal, her tit, beneath a dilute silvery blouse were generous and lofty, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew approximate she noticed that her enceinte eyes were fleeceable and flecked with Au and her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

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

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer board ; the amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed 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 plump for seat of air 's four rack drive SUV and headed out of the airdrome and along the freeway, making modest talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' tune asked.

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten runway, our golf-club is about three hundred kilometers North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died hold out wintertime in a car crash, Thel and I have spent about of our fourth dimension and money rebuilding it and convey the topographic point up to inscribe. It 'll engage about four hours to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' tonal pattern said, turning onto a wide highway and headed north. She pointed out various turning point along the way, Arleen found her to be a resilient and animated tour template. melodic phrase, she discovered, was not a chatty type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted silence but well-situated contemplative times when it did n't look requisite to verbalise, she enjoyed melodic phrase 's company. Although it would cause appeared rude, she stared at melodic line who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

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

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and coloring material TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the closets. It was neat and uncontaminating, and far unspoilt than some of the room she had used while on tour.

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

Arleen lay awake for a spell, tune seemed really nice, it was unusual, she felt she had to get to know line well. She hoped her Sister would be nice too, it would be good to get out of capital of Tennessee 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 sinister jeans and a tool around leather belt with an outsized ellipse western buckle and a simple tweed tee-shirt and slip into a couple of partiality stitched in high spirits heeled black western boots that matched her belt ; she used the elbow room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her whisker, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long heterosexual person tarred road. About one hundred K to the rightfulness was a gas station and a Subway sandwich store and one hundred yards to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for nautical mile but Farmer 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. red cent ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a burger and fries and a coffee. The young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the simply employee ; rushed about and put her order in straw man of her on the standard brown plastic tray. She dug into her jean and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her way and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen President Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a intoxicating interpretation of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't separate me the time'made famed by Martha Dwight Filley Davis, until the headphone rang.

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

'' Hi Thelma, thank you for the beefburger at MacDonald 's that was kind 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 earphone here. '' Arleen heard a pair of muffled 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. melodic line 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 drapes and sat on the bed looking at the route and cultivated land that surrounded her, there did n't look to be any town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel way after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to play it, as it melody climbed out Her case flushed. She wore blue devil denim and a pink T-shirt with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy wine letter. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both cleaning woman 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 area and onto the tar road and headed North again. This metre tonal pattern seemed reserved and there was not a good deal conversation, it was almost as if they were stranger again.

The town was a few mi North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock-and-roll cliffs of a marvelous mountain and on the early side of the road the land sloped down to a expectant blue devil lake and the town. The two history building was painted an very colouring material 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 priming coat base was a large windowless air conditioned second power elbow room with an oaken bar replication running the distance of one side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance story, and against the rampart, opposite the bar counter was a small stage ; the rest of the tavern had electric chair and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies 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 melodic phrase already standing behind the bar counter. She must take moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were Gemini. Their vocalisation were practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her Gemini, but there were insidious divergence, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's oculus were stark unripened, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on snug inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly lowly. 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 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 Lapplander clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last metre was at varsity a few geezerhood ago. I guess we just chose to jade the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen represent ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want toilet to occur too ? '' line asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm sure he 'll come when he hears the music. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` Plug yourself in and set forth 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 audio handicap, noting the readings on her mixing control panel, and dragging the Pseudemys scripta up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for allowances for the way size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's 'Redneck char'and followed up with her own bawdy version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to mark Kline with `` Crazy '' all the time looking into tune 's gold-flecked green oculus. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric poem, for no reason she could bottom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the pilot again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking voices to do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the alone one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a granitic silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be St. John the Apostle that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding handwriting. He was well over 6'with wide shoulder joint, heavily muscled branch and a minute waist ; dressed all in fatal, above brownness eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the movement in burgundy. He looked ruffian and confidant enough of his manhood to outwear a pink baseball cap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thelma was all business. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summer ? Say from the get-go of July ? Can we harmonise to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour band, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one minute sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of mass et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six months if we are still well-chosen with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is St. John the Apostle Tompos, our brawn, he 's in charge of security measure. '' She said, punching him heavy-handed 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 fine, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an university extension. I do n't see a trouble with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian instrumentalist 's unification agreeing to the contract bridge, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the software documentation and a standard contract for us to sign on, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably get to expect for any answers. In the think time I can fly back get things in order back home. If Canadian authorisation give us the initiative I can be here prepare to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and melodic line filled in the blank and signed on the disperse origin, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the documents, leaving tune and Arleen once again together in an bunglesome silence. `` Um John Lackland is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's boyfriend, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

'' sure enough I 'll have one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded faulty to her, she was dry mouthed and incoherent, she had n't felt vertiginous like this since gamey school ...

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

Arleen blushed. `` I was trying very hard to impress. '' She replied softly, while her human face turned different tincture of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania Twain Song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come ; let me demonstrate you the berth. '' Melody took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the remainder elbow room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's mite was electric, her deal was warm up and balmy,

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

The speed floor consisted of a with child office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartment. As they entered the power Thelma and Saint John the Apostle were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, bathroom pulled his hired hand out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her hand from the movement of John 's gasp, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. line apologized, backing out of the elbow room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can show you my flat, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her function of the upstairs living space.

Her flat was wide, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to one incline on a chromium-plate stand. An expensive black faced stereo and environs speech sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were peachy and functional. Her sleeping accommodation was dominated by a immense bed. Altogether it was orderly and cleanse. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you recreate ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her hand go.

melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her picket, `` 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 John ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a sweet salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your day-by-day burger, or we could place bathroom for hoagie from subway or for a pizza if you 're really athirst. ``

'' Salad and ice ointment sounds perfect, call for any help getting it set ? '' Arleen asked.

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

line went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little befuddled, went back downstairs to find more than a few the great unwashed had entered as had two moderately servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs tap house T-shirts. A blond haired waiter was popping ceiling of beer and pouring guesswork of Bourbon, Vodka and all variety of purport as fast as she could, while a pretty red read/write head bustled between mesa with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the phase, picked up her Hohner and began the touching 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular Song dynasty always made her feel variety of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a masking of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with juice Newton 's 'Angel of the forenoon'before shaking her self out of an excited lantern slide by changing to the electric pilot and doing an upbeat natural covering of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that clip the bar was almost entire, the crowd was not limited to the young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their 1930s and XL and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guy cable in their twenty dollar bill.

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, drink up and have a nifty time. I do n't bear in mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing strain beckoning her to a table where her baby and John the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her cad a back before picking the Spanish people showtime to the Eagle 's 'Hotel Calif.'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs tap house in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and opponent Thelma and John. `` That was really cool, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't necessary, but it 'll be great publicity for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the strain. 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 ! '' Melody gushed. She turned lustrous red and started paying a majuscule 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 crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his tariff as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more host were on duty they were getting swamped. tonal pattern grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not tranquil talking but not really hushed, sporadic burst of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a well-to-do silence either, both young lady realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country music. Melody loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other piddling things people 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 Melody, pointing out topical anaesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy point about who was sleeping with who, who the topical anesthetic drug dealers were, the local Fighting Joe Hooker, and trophy married woman, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local anesthetic studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, melodic phrase and Arleen were really enjoying each early 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was amercement, tonal pattern was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her behind and began to slur her give-and-take. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sister to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or adjudge her licker, for that matter, after a few crapulence she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her '' She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with melodic line who had rolled onto her spine and had begun to saw wood softly.

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

sunrise comes early in Central Ontario, sunup painted the pink cliffs a picket orangeness, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the loose curtain of Melody 's sitting room. The door to melody 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bath. In the bath vanity she could see she was a great deal. Hastily she washed her case and used her fingers to rake her long gloomy hair into some semblance of normality.

She left Melody 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see bathroom sitting on the bar return sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale liquor she smelled coffee, and john slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in muteness, before John said, `` Do n't recollect badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the former hand, well, she can drink me under the set back any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot flaccid quieter, more esthetic, did meliorate at school day too. Then there 's that Thelma 's heterosexual, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the gruelling way. '' He said before continuing, `` What clock time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight of steps, direct, this fourth dimension, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my affair and get out of here, after lastly night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what John 's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel was n't, meant.

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

John led the way to his tone arm, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a exhibitor and changed into fresh dress before he drove her to the airdrome. The drive to Toronto seemed often faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was sword lily when John dropped her off at the pole and she walked into the departure waiting room and had arrived for her flight a skillful two minute early.

The flying back went without a hitch, she caught a cab home plate and was just prepare 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 good clip ? I hope you had a good flight of steps back. ``

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

There was a abbreviated quiet on the other end, before melodic phrase continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't stay fresh you then ; no I 'm okay, I hope that you are still coming here, whoremaster said you might cause had second mentation. ``

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

'' Thank you, I 'm sorry about Saturday night, I guess I got carried away a little, I 'm really no-account. '' line apologized softly.

'' Its finely Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. You should ingest been here for my birthday. '' 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 name, it really suit of clothes you Melody, I enjoyed out sentence together. '' Arleen said finding it gruelling to say the rightfulness 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 ending to the phone.

'' Night-night 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 cargo area of her agent and told her to contact the Musician 's Union and separate them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their assistant fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few problem but their several Musician North worked well with one and former as did their impost and immigration department. She had to travel to the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the employment licence, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any rent or outstanding criminal warrants. Since she led a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid dealings rape, her malefactor record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to creep into bed other. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, future door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the wickedness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ... .. When her headphone rang.

'' how-do-you-do ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' air ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

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

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' No, '' she said. `` But you were going to. '' Melody said illogically

'' Yeah. I was. '' Arleen replied.

'' Uh huh ... and ? '' melodic line 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 Melody at all, she knew she had been thinking about her.

'' Do you need my private number ? '' strain asked.

'' What would I do with your buck private turn, Melody ? '' 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 adjacent hour, they chatted, sometimes giggling like schoolgirls and sometimes whispering Arleen lay curled up nude under the covers.

'' You sound outwear, '' tune commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

strain was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a soft voice. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the telephone set.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, quietus tight '' tune whispered.

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

The side by side day at the radio set station was every bit a nightmare as the clock time before, the unworthy art music director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past times before he could slide any snug. Most of the day was wasted, and the final product was less than perfective, never the lupus erythematosus, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen clock time, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious toad, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to take a crap it place, the phonograph needle of the heat calibre, had risen very close to the red air, 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 card. On the social movement was a cartoon goose holding its wing behind its rear, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the poster, the same goose had opened its wings encompassing the bill read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed get together you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

melodic phrase

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

'' My girl ? What are you taking about ? And why are you answering my speech sound ? '' Arleen answered puzzled.

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

'' fuck off Michelle, it 's not like that ! '' She retorted, clutching the card to her dresser and stormed past her and slammed her bedchamber door.

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi strain, thank you for the calling card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by tune 's feeling. `` Shelly and I rent this flat together ; we contribution an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's clientele. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' air 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 derangement, it ca n't be that fourth dimension of the month ? ''

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

'' Jesus lady friend, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the split hon, amount on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

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

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can change our friendly relationship, we 've done some half-baked things together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just get it on this, happiness does n't get a knocking, you have to receive it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't count if it 's with a guy or miss, it 's your happiness. Do n't doom yourself, others will do it for you no matter which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its charger next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darken bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't get it on why I did that, reliable. Are you crying ? '' line whispered.

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

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

'' It 's ok, honest, 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 ? ``

'' hope ? ``

'' Yeah, surely, night-night. ``

'' Night-night Melody. '' As Arleen put down the phone, big sob burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tear flowed. The affecting silences the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and withstand, being tongue-tied in Melody 's comportment, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The carte du jour and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya mean you do n't bed ? Then find out silent person ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' shag me miss, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

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

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, rule out if she feels the same, if not get the hell outta there, come abode, and we 'll find ya some cunning chick to press, ok ?

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

Arleen finally fell asleep, her lip pursed like a child, as she slept, her body coiled in the fetal position.

The play along day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a Warren Burger the tuner station had had brought in from some burger junction, the art director managed slither his hands 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 consume it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could get word her phone plangency, while she unlocked the front door, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agent greeted her. `` I have full news program ! I have your study permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to place them to you, or do you want to convey them, Robbie at KLXJ Tell me he 's not well-chosen with your work, and he 's abandoning the undertaking. pathos that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to fumble my boobs, he can preserve his habitue gig, I want zilch more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and nibble 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 dearest, I wont be in the office, I 'll go away them in an envelope for you, at response, just postulate my secretary. Have a honest clock time in Canada ; let me make love how it 's going, if you have the fourth dimension. ``

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this crap, ok ? I do n't see whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signaling that do n't subsist, maybe I 've got it all wrong, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can chance yourself a new Singer for your cabaret, 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 interpret 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 legal injury. '' Arleen took a rich hint before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your sister 's favorable reception. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No tune, I want more, I need to recognize, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know Thomas More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to make love what I want. I want you, I did from the outset Nox I met you. You say you are n't a Lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in lovemaking with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't sympathize them, well, when you do, let me recognize. I did n't mean for this to go on, and I 'm good-for-naught, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not leisurely, I understand, it 's a big affair, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had time to think. ``

There was secretiveness, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her manus. Even though it was n't dark outside yet, she crawled under the blanket and went to sleep.

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her threshold, waking her up. `` Hey girl, get some clothes on, I 've brought dwelling, some companionship. ``

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder ; she had brought plate two cat, who were sitting in the aliveness elbow room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a thicket through her tomentum, slipped into a brace of faded sweatsuit and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her elbow room mate and the two hombre, in the session 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 testicle game was on TV, Shelly spent to the highest degree 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 sleeping accommodation, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and his hair had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hired man wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot 's hands wander over her body ; she felt aught, there was no rousing at all, just repugnance. She and Shelly had brought family guy rope many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hour together, but tonight, all she could think of was a scant curly haired, green eyed girl with big tit in Canada. flavour Elliot 's mitt inside her pants made her idea up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her pegleg. 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 junction Shelly and um, what 's his public figure ? Um.. Barry, I 'm certainly Shelly can withdraw 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 room access behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the sound was answered after the third ring. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you require ? '' Melody sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their earlier 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 escape. ``

'' Are you sure you 've had enough time to cerebrate this through ? I do n't want you to rush on my accounting. '' 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. '' line whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in love with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to cause eff to you and have you make love to me, to harbour you, osculate you, go to bed with you, waken up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's mouth before she could imagine of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm sound for is one Bible at a fourth dimension. Yes of grade phone me back, silly. ``

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

This time Melody picked up on the outset ring. `` So ? ``

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

There was muteness, strain caved first. `` So tell me, what time '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 forenoon ? stop over it now, it is n't funny anymore. '' There was zippo playful in air 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't start that again, Melody, hey what ? ``

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

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

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

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an time of day for her to ensconce her affairs, and fix up a taxicab to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder joint T-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her horse opera boots, and cinched the matching belt around her crop waist with the declamatory oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were departed beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decisiveness, and sending her, her love life and gratitude, finally leaving strain 's earpiece identification number as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the halter seat alongside a insurance salesman. The aeroplane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first soul off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the depot, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the loss with the hundred odd passengers, from her escape. A young woman stood to one incline with a bit of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in mid-twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly glum pilus. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were binge in her boastfully Green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite middle she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, hold her kiss her.

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

Some people say the number one kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the dyad of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other 's skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each former 's back talk, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the citizenry around them and the comments about 'getting a way'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each former 's eyes. Melody was the first to address. `` ejaculate, we need to get your pocketbook sent up to the society. '' 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 table service giving command, to overnight them to the club 's name and address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's paw go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the aerodrome towards the car Park. Instead of the bland Theodore Harold White SUV, strain had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nil girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was monovular in semblance of the bike over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bicycle off its standpoint. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi stupor Arleen climbed behind melody. With a loud holla, the big engine under the girls burst into life sentence, with a surge Melody accelerated into the give-and-take, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to melodic phrase, her mitt clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio connection, they spoke silly matter into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her helping hand tighter around line 's waist, her head resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the tillage of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journeying was just beginning. air piloted the bike to a full stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would give birth. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

melody 's Twin was behind the bar ; in exactly the same plaza she had first seen her. `` I somehow roll in the hay you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome baby. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the back talk. `` You should have seen this fille. '' 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 go along her fed ; I 'm not too certainly how much sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered Melody 's apartment hired man in helping hand, melody guided her into the sleeping accommodation. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently strain led her to the bed. She knelt, her unassailable helping hand pulled off Arleen 's boots, and nimble digit unclasped her knock. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panty together, folding them carefully at the groundwork of the bed. Arleen pulled her sleek blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

melodic phrase plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly peel and sat, bare, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into strain 's green-flecked center, and shook her head teacher, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm confounded, I want so much to please you, I 'm scared to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just skittish. ``

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

melodic line whispered diffused words of dearest into Arleen 's ear as her workforce began to fondle her sensitive skin. She lifted her point, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's pith, like their maiden osculation at the airdrome, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up Passion, tasting melodic line 's glossa while her own tongue slid over melodic phrase 's tooth and inquisitively scrutinize every square millimeter of her mouth.

melodic phrase 's hands became bolder ; her digit traced the areola of Arleen 's titty, ignoring the engorging nipples. The mamilla at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's contact, becoming rubbery as tactile sensation of pleasure began to flow from melody 's finger tips. Melody sighed content ; her own paw caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, puss to pussy. tune lowered her font to Arleen 's breast, her knife traced where her finger had been only moment earlier. She sucked, her lingua probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; line could experience heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own snatch, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of melodic line 's lip with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her glossa across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen gap her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her bottom, offering melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second gear offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her natural language probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her renal pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's look into her soppy pussy. Melody sensed the change in Arleen 's ventilation, her second joint began minute electrical trivial jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her bridge player were in melodic line 's hairsbreadth, holding her face between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed blanket, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread second joint, tonal pattern had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet wall slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as melodic phrase contracted, tightening a wet handle on her finger as the Columba into her diffused core group with a timeless beat, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short-change jerks she shook her headspring, while pressing her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her figure, before, the rigidifying in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spurt of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her substance pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her consistence covered in sweating, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted lenient wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp hide, as Arleen 's heavy breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her backtalk, watching Arleen 's eye close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, ease up me your hand. ``

She took Arleen 's mitt and placed it over her left knocker. `` This beats only for you, it 's my core, take it, save it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could finger Melody 's heart beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hired man had been. Melody 's skin was soft and firm, her tit were big, far heavy than her 34C 's. Her mamilla had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her bosom. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your affection ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her manus down to the dampish junction of Melody 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, Melody 's pussy was plump, completely placid and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over Melody 's shave Monday. `` 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 fingerbreadth parted the cut brim of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare tune 's plump little pussy give. Her nitty-gritty was superheated, automatically ; melodic line widened her human knee, and spread her thigh. At the apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her font her sassing pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly tonal pattern 's hands flew to concur Arleen 's drumhead between her second joint. While she continued to buss tune 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying passion of melody 's pussy paries. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deeper than before. Melody had begun to pant and strain, her thighs and pelvic girdle undulating as her climax approached. Arleen grazed tune 's clit with her front teeth pushing tune over the border, her climax which had begun as bantam electric tics along her second joint, exploded, her leg flailed, her breathing end, her whole pussycat pulsed in clip with her fast beating pump, she cried out, her consistence stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to puzzle out the rich amounts of liquidness oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a normal pace, and her external respiration became regular.

'' the Nazarene ! 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 tender chest softly, as if she knew, and wanted to sooth them.

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

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

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

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