Her thirty second base birthday had been a blast, it lasted three days. She could n't think of the in conclusion twenty dollar bill four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if hangover was anything to justice by. Then add she could n't recover the underclothing she had worn at the commencement of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the trading floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too little for her 34C tit, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the close shirt, and person else 's way too short doll that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at all. She peeked in at her roommate ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two ! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was grandiloquent at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the hat puffy, the foresighted lash that shrouded them, normally making her oculus appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadower was smudged and her eyebrow had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her zygomatic were high and complimented her centre. Her grimace was warmness shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouthpiece was wide, with fleshly lips, her Chin was keen but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn proper ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the lav and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed vesture she let the warm water shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scalding urine stung her naked body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twin grayish runnel she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her psyche for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a good deal, bottles everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled ashtrays were strew carelessly everywhere. Her answer machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred unfixable theatrical role in the center of her bed. Someone was attentive enough to imbibe all the burnt umber emollient as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty-bellied beer bottleful and half a bottleful of Russian Vodka. fountainhead with the way she felt it would be Isaac Mayer Wise to fuddle her coffee disastrous, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked ; scalding black coffee and the handful of Nuprin she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her oculus. Within an hour she was almost capable of rational man cerebration, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her recollective dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday do ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the utmost class touring with singer-songwriter Harry Alexander Hamilton as one of his vertebral column up singers. They had toured every major city in magnetic north US, now he was headed to Common Market, but, because of some complicated union prescript he was not capable to take his back up singers to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was zip 'concrete'on the celestial horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year family relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left to go on hitch, to fuck her Charles Herbert Best friend. They were still together and blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She 'd young lady Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the couch with her mail, and former written matter of Variety. handbill, credit card statements nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your long doomed Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million buck estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... Blah, blah .....

She refilled her coffee 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 rear she saw a square bordered advert :

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED

The humankind Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tap house

Seeks

A TALENTED rural area MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after audition

Send CD or DVD to ......

It was a Canadian advertizing. Ah what the hell, she had zilch on the sensible horizon, right ? There was nada to loose. She dug through her W.C., finding a transcript the blurb she had printed on her electronic computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dream she 'd constitute it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jingles flummox waiting tables or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the postal service and promptly forgot about it. The confluence with her broker led to a little employment over the adjacent few days singing jangle for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talk of some radio body of work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercial message. It turned out to be a squawk of a day, the radio station for which she was doing a jingle had a manic art director 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 tact to hold open him away without ruining her chances for to a greater extent piece of work at the radiocommunication station.

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

Shelly, her roomie was doing a short least sandpiper as a replacement in a musical theater, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers and just opened her indorsement beer, and watched while toby Keith took a jibe at Natalie briny of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working cadaver, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two hall, his own jet and about a XII sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his folk, and while they were thinking about buying a lowly Caribbean island, they still considered themselves E. B. White trash.

The speech sound interrupted the pontificating white rubbish, Arleen who normally would have let the answering automobile pick up the call, but of course some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-and-dumb person on the remote and picked up the telephone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting way ! ``

A female person responded at the other end. `` Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs Tavern, my babe and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to arrive up to Ontario Canada for a final audition ? Well gladly meet your disbursement. '' She added. `` If you like we can accept a return airline slate waiting for you at the drome. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Louis Armstrong the rural area Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertizing in this calendar month 's Variety. '' The balmy utter woman on the former side of the phone continued.

Vague memory board of posting off a CD and publicity endorsement while hung over after her birthday political party surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's correctly, yes, yes, yes, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, sorry, I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw me for a sec, but yes of course I 'll like to come on up there, I 'm free after adjacent week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could take heed Thelma Verren 's mute voice even though she held her handwriting over the telephone set. `` Mel, she says she can come in the weekend after following, its two weeks 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 Nox flight ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planing machine in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My sister will drive down and run into you at the aerodrome. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just gift the Westjet counter your figure and this computer code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transport and material, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agent and see about a work permits and what certification I 'll take in the stand for time, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after side by side, 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 keep abreast Friday, and settled down to see the prize show.

The two hebdomad went by fast enough, her agent gave her selective information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and text file she 'd need if she wanted to bring in Canada for more than than three months, as well as the necessary physical contact and fax numeral. 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 payload hold. She was in clock time to catch the New House of York transfer, and enjoyed a field glass of vino and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like cardboard during the short flight of stairs from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the depot carrying her overnight bag of dress, 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 Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Federative Republic of Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the exit with the C odd rider, from her flight. A young womanhood stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Neil Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly dark haircloth. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up poke, her rim wide and sexy, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and lofty, her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large eyes were park and flecked with gold and her peel unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm line Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight of steps. Can I facilitate you with your material, it looks heavy. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and former equipment in the rearwards rear end of melodic line 's four steering wheel ride SUV and headed out of the airport and along the freeway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' melodic phrase asked.

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

'' Well we 're a small off the beaten track, our nightclub is about three hundred kilometer Frederick North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car crash, Thel and I have spent most of our clip and money rebuilding it and work the position up to cypher. It 'll call for about four hours to get there, would you like to stop and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a full main road and headed north. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated circuit guidebook. line, she discovered, was not a talkative type, and there were often times of secretiveness, not stilted silence but slow contemplative times when it did n't seem requisite to utter, she enjoyed Melody 's company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and 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 take hold of 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 midday anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room ; it was medium sized with a large bed and color TV with a bathroom leading off opposite the W.C.. It was corking and neat, 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 ? '' air said while walking out the threshold. For some reason it was an bunglesome present moment, almost as if there should consume been more.

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

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in mordant jeans and a tooled leather bash with an oversize oval western buckle and a elementary white tee-shirt and slue into a pair of fancy stitched high heeled smuggled western boots that matched her bang ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was close to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a long straight tarred road. About one hundred G to the right was a gas station and a underpass sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left wing a MacDonald 's, and null else to see for mil but farmer 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton Kushner better watch out. tinker's damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

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

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made organisation there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not for certain 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 underworld she had gotten herself into.

She finished her repast and wandered back to her room and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustical Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the string before moving into Gretchen Edward Osborne Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her wing electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of kernel 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the time'made celebrated by Martha Davis, until the earpiece rang.

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

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

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Jesus stop hitting me bitch ! I 'm on the sound here. '' Arleen heard a couple of tone down '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 face. She opened the drapery and sat on the bed looking at the road and ploughland that surrounded her, there did n't appear to be any town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten hour, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it melody climbed out Her grimace flushed. She wore blue jean and a ping tee shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample breast in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in secretiveness and drove out of the car parking area and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time tune seemed reserved and there was not lots conversation, it was almost as if they were stranger again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw the preindication, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the main road and followed the sign. The Rosécliffs tap house nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock cliff of a tall mountain and on the other face of the road the Land sloped down to a magnanimous blue lake and the town. The two write up building was painted an monovular colour to the drop-off. `` We 're here. '' line said unnecessarily.

With Melody 's assistance she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground flooring was a bombastic windowless air conditioned square toes way with an oaken bar counter running the length of one side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance floor, and against the wall, opposite the bar rejoinder was a small stage ; the residuum of the tavern had chairs and table. All the firing seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ma'am and gents rest suite, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' tune said holding out her hand, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their interpreter were practically very, Thelma was the mirror image of her Twin Falls, but there were insidious differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were complete gullible, without the favourable flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on faithful review, Thelma 's titty beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly belittled. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' sure as shooting wooing yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half question

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin thing'wearing the same clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last sentence was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to wear the same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you set up to get a line Arleen encounter ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you want Saint John to amount too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm indisputable he 'll come when he hears the music. '' She said to her babe before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` cud 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 checks, noting the recital on her mixing board, and dragging the slipper up a little until the clip were registering considerably and making for allowances for the room size. She flicked on the barrel machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Robert Woodrow Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy reading of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to Patsy Kline with `` loony '' all the time looking into Melody 's gold-flecked common eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to recognize'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyric poem, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby girl'Finally she chose the wing again and ended the set by using her unequalled talent for mimicking vocalization to do a flawless rendition of genus Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the exclusively one', that, if the creative person herself had heard it, would ingest sworn she had just sung it.

There was a flint silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with panoptic shoulder joint, heavily muscled arms and a narrow-minded waist ; dressed all in pitch-dark, above brown eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across the front line in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant enough of his manhood to fall apart a garden pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the stage, and walked towards them, it was air who asked. `` That was amazing privation 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 cold than the muster. '' She said pointing to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all job. `` Can you do a six month contract bridge, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we harmonise to $ 500.00 a dark with three one hr stage set, Tuesday to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour curing from 10.00 PM depending on amount of money of mass et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the stopping point call is 2:00PM we can renew it after six month if we are still glad with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is St. John Tompos, our muscle, he 's in care of security. '' She said, punching him left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his dentition slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is okay, and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can talk about an filename extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian Musician 's Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permit for me. I have the documentation and a criterion contract for us to sign on, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably hold to look for any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get matter in edict back dwelling. If Canadian authorities give us the go-ahead I can be here set to sing Sun July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and melody filled in the blanks and signed on the stippled lines, after which Saint John the Apostle and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and toilet went off to the office to fax the text file, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um John is to a greater extent 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. ''

'' certainly I 'll own one more. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tie, she had n't felt vertiginous like this since highschool school ...

melody popped the top off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The central took a petty longer than necessity, their fingers touching briefly during the central. `` 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 face turned unlike shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania Twain birdsong you did, you copied her almost exactly. seed ; let me evince you the place. '' air took her by the hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch sensation was galvanic, her hand was tender and indulgent,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two flat. As they entered the position Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any written document, they sprang apart, hastily, Gospel According to John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's t-shirt, while Thelma snaked her mitt from the front of Saint John 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned undimmed red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their seclusion as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her role of the upstairs keep space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a Burgundy wine leather retinue, and an acoustical guitar was set to one side on a chromium-plate stand. An expensive dim faced stereo and surround speech sound speakers stood alongside a big silver screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and toilet were cracking and working. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and fresh. 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 line finally let her hand go.

Melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her sentinel, `` Oh nobleman ! It 's six already, would you like to remain here tonight ... ? '' She turned red. `` I mean will you like to attend out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I mean us, me, Thel and lav ? '' She stammered.

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

'' I was thinking of a bracing salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summertime fare around here, you 've already had your daily burger, or we could send St. John the Apostle for Cuban sandwich from metro or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice cream sounds staring, need any help getting it set up ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its amercement, it only takes a few second, 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 habitue drop by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any horse sense. ``

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back downstairs to find more than a few hoi polloi had entered as had two pretty server, wearing the prerequisite pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray entire of nursing bottle. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the affecting 'Travelin Soldier'. That exceptional song always made her feel kind of black bile and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the dark'. She followed it with juice newton 's 'Angel of the aurora'before shaking her ego out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric pilot and doing an upbeat covert of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that meter the bar was almost full, the crew was not limited to the young genesis, Arleen saw a distich in their thirties and forties and grayness haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed cat in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and receive to the Rosécliffs tap house, I 'm Arleen Neil Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I do n't mind requests so let me live what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing melody beckoning her to a tabular array where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her dog a moment before picking the Spanish people origin to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel Golden State'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the language for Hotel California, her southerly accent making it wakeless like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the mesa while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and polar Thelma and John. `` That was really poise, Arleen, thank you. '' Thelma said. `` It was n't requirement, but it 'll be great packaging for when we open. I 'll put an ad in the theme confirming you as our entertainer, if that 's ok ? '' She asked before continuing, `` I like how you changed the tidings to Rosécliffs tap house, instead of Hotel CA, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and shiver with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a cracking slew of attention to her salad.

When the repast 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 sponsor got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more host were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another duad of coldness beers and they sat imbibing, not smooth talking but not really unruffled, sporadic explosion of conversation, followed by secretiveness filled with promise and yet not a easy silence either, both little girl realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a significant former, both get it on country euphony. tune loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little affair people having a match of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was line, pointing out local anesthetic personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and trophy wife, who spent the summer in their Brobdingnagian expensive cottage on the lake and seduced all the handsome and gymnastic local studs while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other 's society and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, strain was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her tooshie and began to blur her words. Silently, Thelma and whoremaster 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 oblige her licker, for that matter, 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 melodic line who had rolled onto her back and had begun to snore softly.

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

daybreak comes early in Central Ontario, sunup painted the pinko cliffs a pale orangeness, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the exposed pall of tonal pattern 's sitting room. The door to line 's elbow room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the toilet. In the privy self-love she could see she was a peck. Hastily she washed her side and used her fingerbreadth to rake her long dark hair into some gloss of normality.

She left air 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale liquor she smelled coffee, and St. John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her druthers with ointment and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other deal, well, she can booze me under the table any day. Although they are similitude Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did intimately at schoolhouse too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no misunderstanding, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the toilsome way. '' He said before continuing, `` What metre is your flight of stairs back to capital of Tennessee ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the afternoon flight, lead, this time, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should jam my things and get out of here, after concluding night I guess I 'm not wanted. '' She said trying to comprehend what privy '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 enough, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I 'm sure Thel and Mel will search after it, it saves you hauling it domicile on the aircraft, only to haul it back out here in a few days again. ``

John led the way to his pick-me-up, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh wearing apparel before he drove her to the airport. The thrust to Toronto seemed very much faster, possibly because King John drove faster, the conversation and society was n't there like it had been with tune, and she was glad when John Lackland dropped her off at the end and she walked into the exit sofa and had arrived for her flight of steps a in force two hours early.

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

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

'' You caught me ready to give birth a rain shower, but yes I did thanks, are you ok, you sound a bit unusual ? '' Arleen asked.

There was a abbreviated secrecy on the former end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't keep you then ; no I 'm okay, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might deliver had second idea. ``

'' 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 slight, I 'm really sorry. '' melodic line apologized softly.

'' Its very well Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big sight. You should have 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, Melody. Rather than plain ol'Mel, everyone calls me Mel, I love how you say it, Mello-dee `` she said.

'' I love your name, it really suit you Melody, I enjoyed out clock time together. '' Arleen said finding it severe to say the right words and feeling that it came out wrong.

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

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agent and told her to get hold of the instrumentalist 's Union and secern them she was going to work in Canada for six month and that she needed their helper fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbors presented a few problems but their respective Musician Unions worked well with one and early as did their customs and immigration section. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the employment permission, and was told she should suffer it within a few mean solar day, barring any rip or outstanding criminal indorsement. Since she led a blameless liveliness she knew for sure, except for a few paid traffic irreverence, her criminal record was clean-living. She was told that her licence should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed former. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a screaky bed, she lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on strain, who seemed ..... When her telephone set rang.

'' Hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' line ? ``

They laughed together.

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

'' Is ... Is that you ? That is tonal pattern, right ? ''

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

I did n't mean Thelma would speech sound me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her head so she could lean back against it.

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

.

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

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

She was still for a import, 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 melodic phrase said, `` I dunno ... Just wondered what you were doing. ``

Arleen 's heart missed a beat, and she stretched out raw beneath the cover charge and replied, `` Um ... Just got into bed, actually. I was just thinking. ``

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

'' I do n't make love, 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 ? '' strain 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 melodic phrase at all, she knew she had been thinking about her.

'' Do you require my private issue ? '' tune asked.

'' What would I do with your individual number, Melody ? '' Arleen asked.

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

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

'' You sound tire, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

'' Working on a jingle for a tuner station, whose chubby art film director is a sex lunatic. '' Arleen replied.

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

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

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

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

The next day at the radiocommunication place was every bit a nightmare as the clock time before, the despicable art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became proficient at slipping past before he could slither any closer. Most of the day was wasted, and the final examination product was to a lesser extent than perfective tense, 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 detestable batrachian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really proud of to take in it home, the needle of the passion caliber, had risen very close to the red blood, 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 front was a toon goose holding its wings behind its backbone, printed on it was'I have a surprise for you .'

On opening the board, the Lapplander goose had opened its fender wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath line had written,

'I really enjoyed group meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

Regards

melodic line

Shelly was sitting in the session room when Arleen opened the door. `` Your lady friend just phoned. '' She said.

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

'' Since you do n't have an respondent political machine I picked up, it might birth been of import. Yeah girlfriend ! Some Melody wench who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, life-threatening lesbo action dearest. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi melodic phrase, thank you for the poster. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's tint. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we percentage an disbursement, 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 upset, it ca n't be that metre of the month ? ''

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

'' Jesus girl, what is it ? '' Shelly asked concerned, `` Why the split hon, hail on, distinguish me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair. '' Its ok sister, really, I 'm drab I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's head. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Bradley were together for what, three 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 wing now, just let me catch some Z's, ok ? '' she asked her friend softly.

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

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

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

Arleen could hear Melody choking up on the former 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 Melody. '' As Arleen put down the sound, big sobs burst the silence.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in one-half sentences as the tears flowed. The affecting silences the way there should be more when they greeted each early, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tie in melodic line 's presence, the changing of the words from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya intend you do n't know ? Then receive out silent person ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' piece of tail me girl, what 's her number ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

'' Please do n't headphone her scale, I 'll be okay, true. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, witness out if she feels the same, if not get the snake pit outta there, come home base, and we 'll find ya some cunning wench to embrace, ok ?

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

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

The surveil day went pretty much the Sami as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a Warren Earl Burger the radio post had had brought in from some Warren Earl Burger joint, the art conductor managed slither his work force briefly over her blouse a distich 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 see her phone sonority, while she unlocked the straw man threshold, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her factor greeted her. `` I have serious news ! I have your work licence, and all your written document, for your stay in Canada. Do you need me to post them to you, or do you need to convey them, Robbie at KLXJ William Tell me he 's not felicitous with your work, and he 's abandoning the projection. Pity that could have been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick magazine where he tried to grope my booby, he can keep his regular gig, I want zero more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and clean up the documents for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that things are over here, in capital of Tennessee. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll exit them in an envelope for you, at reception, just asks my secretaire. sustain a estimable time in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the clock time. ``

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

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' 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 signals that do n't subsist, maybe I 've got it all improper, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find out yourself a new singer for your social club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm pull in to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only woman I ever kissed was my female parent. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the Lapp way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm the right way or wrong. '' Arleen took a mysterious breathing place before she continued. `` So do n't tell me you need your baby 's favorable reception. ``

There was a farseeing silence, before tune finally said, `` Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No Melody, I want More, I need to bed, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to know Sir Thomas More ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a tribade, I am. You want to live what I want. I want you, I did from the inaugural nighttime I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in dearest with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me recognize. I did n't mean for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love 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. Call me when you 've had clip to call up. ``

There was secrecy, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her bridge player. Even though it was n't sorry outside yet, she crawled under the covering and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulder joint ; she had brought base two guys, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a light touch through her hair, slipped into a pair of faded exertion and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her way first mate and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a agent. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent almost 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 fleshy and his tomentum had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hired man wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Thomas Stearns Eliot 's helping hand wander over her eubstance ; she felt zippo, there was no stimulation at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought base bozo many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly haired, green eyed girlfriend with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's hand inside her pant made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his helping hand from between her wooden leg. 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 articulation Shelly and um, what 's his name ? Um .. Barry, I 'm sure Shelly can choose you both. Sorry, I just ca n't do this. '' She left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her elbow room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the phone was answered after the 3rd mob. `` Hi ''

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' tune 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 clip 's your flight ? '' Definitely déjà vu.

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough clip to consider this through ? I do n't desire you to rush on my account statement. '' melodic phrase 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. '' tonal pattern whispered.

'' I mean I love you, I 'm in dear with you. I mean I want you to make love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make love to you and have you make love to me, to maintain you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up up with you. '' It came rushing out of Arleen 's sassing before she could think of something smart to say.

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

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

'' Ok. ''

'' Do you want me to speech sound now ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

'' Right now, all I 'm unspoilt for is one word at a time. Yes of class sound me back, silly. ``

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline 's number, and made transcription for the other flight to Toronto, in the cockcrow paying for it on her Visa.

This prison term air picked up on the first halo. `` So ? ``

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

There was silence, Melody caved first. `` So separate me, what time 's the flight ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what fourth dimension. '' Melody chuckled playfully.

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

'' When in the aurora ? cease it now, it is n't odd anymore. '' There was nothing playful in tonal pattern '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 alter your creative thinker on me. ``

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

'' Do n't set forth that again, tune, hey what ? ``

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

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

'' eternal sleep tight my love I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went dead, as tonal pattern clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an time of day for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxicab to the airdrome. She dressed herself carefully in new intriguer dungaree 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 clean-cut waist with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her passion and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's earphone numeral as her inter-group communication number.

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

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a telephone number of uniformed limousine chauffeurs holding a foretoken `` I love Arleen Neil Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nozzle and beautiful curly shadow hair. When Arleen drew dear she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked heart that were the most exquisite oculus she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, have got her kiss her.

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

Some people say the first osculation shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching traveling bag. Both girls melted into one and other, their limb folding and touching each other 's skin and tomentum, as their lip hungered for each others. Their lingua tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their oculus were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the remark about 'getting a elbow room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each early staring into each former 's eyes. melodic phrase was the first to verbalize. `` Come, we need to get your bags sent up to the club. '' She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as melody handed over her luggage to the courier help giving instructions, to overnight them to the golf-club 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's helping hand go.

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

tonal pattern fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in people of color 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 keister, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a brassy roar, the big engine under the young woman outburst into life, with a surge melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the dealings as Arleen clung to Melody, her script clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky major power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke slaphappy things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around melodic line 's waist, her head resting between, her berm. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash lamp by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. melodic line piloted the bike to a 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 wheel onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.

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

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

They entered tonal pattern 's flat hired man in hand, Melody guided her into the sleeping room. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently line led her to the bed. She knelt, her unattackable hands pulled off Arleen 's kicking, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's blue jean and step-in together, folding them carefully at the animal foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her sleek blouse over her psyche, and sat naked before her.

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

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked center, and shook her headway, `` No, I 'm not frigid, I 'm frighten, I 'm excited, I 'm disconnected, 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 spooky. '' tune coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her John L. H. Down onto the bed. `` I love you Arleen, trust me, ok ? I 'll never hurt you, ok ? ''

Melody whispered soft quarrel of beloved into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her medium skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen 's lip with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each early 's essence, like their commencement kiss at the airdrome, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting melodic phrase 's glossa while her own tongue slid over Melody 's dentition and inquisitively inspected every straightforward mm of her oral cavity.

Melody 's hand became bolder ; her fingerbreadth traced the ring of color of Arleen 's white meat, ignoring the engorging pap. The pap at first contracted, then hardened to melodic phrase 's hint, becoming rubbery as spirit of pleasure began to run from melody 's finger tips. tonal pattern sighed content ; her own hired man caressed strain 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, twat to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's knocker, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her knife probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back ; Melody could experience heating plant and moisture seeping from between Arleen 's legs. Her own kitty-cat, she felt, was responding in exactly the Lapp way. Arleen 's nipple slipped out of line 's mouth with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her knife across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen banquet her legs panoptic, and poking upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely hairy damp kitty-cat. Melody needed no irregular offer ; delicately she lowered her back talk onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her glossa probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and force her pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's face into her soppy pussy. melodic line sensed the modification in Arleen 's breathing, her thigh began minute electrical lilliputian jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in tune 's haircloth, holding her face between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide, she began to convulse, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread second joint, Melody had pressed first one, then two, digit into Arleen 's wet bulwark slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the dove into her soft inwardness with a timeless beat, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with curt jerks she shook her promontory, while pressing her nose strong, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. tonal pattern heard her whimper and scream her gens, before, the stiffening in coming, her fingers digging into her hair's-breadth, spurts of off-white lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a tierce, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her philia pounding, her breathing coming in short-change gasps, her body covered in perspiration, 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 soft wet candy kiss along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated muffle skin, as Arleen 's labored respiration eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her kiss unfastened mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, give me your hand. ``

She took Arleen 's hand and placed it over her depart knocker. `` This beats only for you, it 's my heart, take it, retain it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could sense Melody 's mettle beating beneath her hired man, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her manus had been. melody 's skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her external respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her white meat. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of melodic line 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hair, melodic line 's slit was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over strain 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump pussycat possessively ; her finger's breadth parted the lean lips of the outer labia, she used three digit to peel melodic phrase 's plump lilliputian pussy open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; tonal pattern widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the peak she found an put up short clit, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented suspiration. She lowered her face her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly melodic line 's hands flew to hold Arleen 's pass between her thighs. While she continued to snog Melody 's clit noisily her finger's breadth delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody 's pussy paries. She pressed her finger's breadth 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 pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed line 's clit with her presence teeth pushing melodic phrase over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as lilliputian electric tics along her thighs, exploded, her wooden leg flailed, her breathing ceased, her whole pussy pulsed in time with her fast beating heart, she cried out, her body stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the copious sum of liquid oozing from Melody 's pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a formula yard, and her external respiration became regular.

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

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

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

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

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