Her thirty endorsement natal day had been a blast, it lasted three twenty-four hour period. She could n't recall the finally XX four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good metre, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't discover the underwear she had worn at the origin of her party ; in fact she woke up from her sottish semiconsciousness on the floor of her bedroom in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too little for her 34C titty, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else 's way too unawares dame that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothes at all. She peeked in at her roomie ; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed three bare hombre were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had enjoyed the party too.

She was 30 two ! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the eyelid puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye vestige was smudged and her eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her oracular eyes. Her cheekbones were richly and complimented her eyes. Her typeface was eye shaped, her nose was straight and slender with narrow down anterior naris, her rima oris was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the exhibitioner without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scalding weewee stung her naked organic structure, what was left of her make up ran down her buttock in twin grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the water soothe her soul for at to the lowest degree fifteen minute 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, bottles everywhere, some restrained full but mostly vacate, and overfilled ashtrays were straw carelessly everywhere. Her answering automobile had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable theatrical role in the center of her bed. soul was thoughtful enough to salute all the coffee cream as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer bottles and half a bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to fuddle her coffee black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee berry manufacturing business 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 center. Within an minute she was almost capable of rational human thought, and simple coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long sinister hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash ; her natal day had coincided with the end of the tour. She had spent the shoemaker's last yr touring with singer-songwriter Harry Sir William Rowan Hamilton as one of his dorsum up singers. They had toured every major city in North the States, now he was headed to Common Market, but, because of some complicated union rule he was not able to take his back up singers to EEC and would audition for European back up Isaac M. Singer once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she might be capable to get her an audition for, but there was zero 'concrete'on the celestial horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four class family relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a week after she left to go on enlistment, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and blissfully felicitous, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third base mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her ring mail, and belated written matter of Variety. Bills, credit card statement zip of interest, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234 .... rant, claptrap .....

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

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS tavern

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after auditory modality

Send CD or DVD to ......

It was a Canadian ad. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the visible horizon, right ? There was aught to loose. She dug through her water closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computing device and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreams she 'd work it as a star, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jangle bunk waiting board or taking off your clothes for a living, right ?

On her way to run into her federal agent, she popped the CD and endorsement into the post and promptly forgot about it. The coming together with her agent led to a little work over the side by side few days singing doggerel verse for under arm deodorant and dog food, which helped pay the rip and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talk of some radio oeuvre.

A workweek later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a bitch 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 keep him away without ruining her hazard for more body of work at the radio set station.

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

Shelly, her roomie was doing a shortly least sandpiper as a replacing in a musical comedy, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her fink and just opened her second beer, and watched while toby jug Keith took a shot at Natalie Mains of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two hall, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The earphone interrupted the pontificating Edward White codswallop, Arleen who normally would cause let the answering machine pick up the call, but of course of study some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the remote control and picked up the telephone set. '' 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 Sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to number up to Ontario Canada for a final audition ? Well gladly touch your expenses. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a tax return airline ticket waiting for you at the drome. ``

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

'' Is this Arleen Satchmo the res publica Isaac Bashevis Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in answer to our advertizement in this calendar month 's Variety. '' The soft address cleaning lady on the other side of the speech sound continued.

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

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

Arleen could pick up Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her hand over the earpiece. `` Mel, she says she can hail the weekend after next, its two week before we open, its perfect, get delay of Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she 's holding on. ``

After a bit or two, Thelma spoke to her again. `` Hi again. We can get you on the Friday night escape ; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you have to change planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto 10:00 PM. My babe will aim down and meet you at the airport. When you get to capital of Tennessee aerodrome, just give the Westjet counter your epithet and this code RC46732, they 'll have your ticket, transfers and poppycock, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that clip. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agentive role and see about a study licence and what documentation I 'll need in the think 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 coming together you too, bye, now. '' Thelma said as she put down the phone.

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

The two weeks went by fast enough, her agent gave her data about working in Canada and gave her some forms and document she 'd need if she wanted to form in Canada for more than three calendar month, as well as the necessary contact and fax bit. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the rail. Her guitars and amplifier being the mass of her luggage was in the cargo cargo deck. She was in time to overtake the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the unforesightful flight from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her official document, mixer board and amp and wandered along to the expiration with the hundred odd passengers, from her trajectory. A Loretta Young woman stood to one incline with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a house `` Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenty with curly grim fuzz. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were leafy vegetable, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and aphrodisiac, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and gallant, her designer jeans, showed her form off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her with child eyes were leafy vegetable and flecked with amber and her hide unblemished and undecorated by any cosmetics.

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

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

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

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

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

'' fountainhead we 're a little off the beaten running, our club is about three hundred kilometre N of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died in conclusion wintertime in a car crash, Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and make for the lieu up to code. It 'll take 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 airplane. '' Arleen answered politely.

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' Melody said, turning onto a wide highway and headed North. She pointed out various landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a vital and animated tour pathfinder. melodic phrase, she discovered, was not a talkative character, and there were often multiplication of silence, not stilted silence but well-off contemplative times when it did n't appear essential to speak, 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 Caucasian 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 rooms Try and grab some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so recent ; Thel will call you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you instrumentalist do n't go to bed before three AM and do n't get up before twelve noon anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her return her equipment into the motel room ; it was spiritualist sized with a large bed and color in TV with a john leading off opposite the loo. It was neat and sporty, and far better than some of the room she had used while on tour.

'' fountainhead get some rest, Thel will set up the hearing in the afternoon, see ya, eh ? '' Melody said while walking out the room access. For some cause it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should have been more than.

Arleen lay awake for a piece, Melody seemed really nice, it was strange, she felt she had to get to have a go at it melodic phrase right. She hoped her Sister would be nice too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a spell, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a vacation. These intellection soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in shameful jeans and a joyride leather belt with an oversized ellipse western buckle and a childlike gabardine tee-shirt and slew into a dyad of fondness stitched high school heeled black horse opera rush that matched her belt ; she used the way 's hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The temperature was stuffy to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a retentive straightaway tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right wing was a gas station and a underpass sandwich store and one hundred yards to the leftfield a MacDonald 's, and nothing else to see for miles but farmer 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Sir Frederick Ashton Kushner better watch out. red cent ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a Warren Earl Burger and kid and a java. The young guy who took her order, who 's name was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only when employee ; rushed about and put her orderliness in nominal head of her on the standard brown charge card tray. She dug into her dungaree and pulled out a $ 10.00.

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

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

'' Oh, they probably made arrangements there too, I saw Thelma or Melody, I 'm not 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 blaze she had gotten herself into.

She finished her repast and wandered back to her way and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its instance and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck Woman'. She then took her buffer electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't tell me the clock time'made noted by Martha Dwight Filley Davis, until the phone rang.

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

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

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

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the route and farming area that surrounded her, there did n't seem to be any township nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it air climbed out Her font flushed. She wore blue jeans and a knock t-shirt with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across her ample bureau in Burgundy letters. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time Melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were unknown again.

The townsfolk was a few nautical mile North of the motel, at a intersection Arleen saw the sign, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the primary road and followed the mark. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pink coloured rock candy cliffs of a tall mountain and on the other position of the road the land sloped down to a boastfully down in the mouth lake and the town. The two history building was painted an identical colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' Melody said unnecessarily.

With melodic phrase 's supporter she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar elbow room. The priming coat storey was a large windowless air conditioned foursquare room with an oaken bar counter running the duration of one slope, in the plaza was a commodity sized wooden dance floor, and against the rampart, opposite the bar counter was a small stage ; the respite of the tavern had electric chair and table. All the inflammation seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and blighter rest period rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the piece of furniture and equipment was new, and the bulwark smelled of new key.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter. She must feature moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' Melody said holding out her paw, and shaking hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were practically indistinguishable, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there were subtle differences, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were pure unripe, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on closer inspection, Thelma 's boob beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tavern T-shirt were significantly modest. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

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

'' 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 Saame clothes, it confuses the heck out of the great unwashed. The shoemaker's last sentence was at varsity a few years ago. I guess we just chose to outwear the Same things today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to discover Arleen play ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you need John to come too ? '' Melody asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm certainly he 'll come when he hears the music. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` quid 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 confirmation, noting the recital on her mixing circuit board, and dragging the luger up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for adjustment for the room size. She flicked on the drum simple machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdy version 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 putting green eyes. She flowed it into Shania 's 'No one needs to know'but unconsciously changed the he for a she in the lyrics, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby daughter'Finally she chose the pilot again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking phonation to do a flawless rendering of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn she had just sung it.

There was a bouldered silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding script. He was well over 6'with wide shoulders, heavily muscled limb and a specialise waist ; dressed all in black, above brownness eyes and spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tavern emblazoned across the straw man in Burgundy. He looked tough and intimate enough of his manhood to put on a pink baseball cap.

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

Arleen stepped off the microscope stage, 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 frigidity, any way it comes. '' Arleen answered her.

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

Thelma was all patronage. `` Can you do a six month declaration, this summer ? Say from the beginning of July ? Can we agree to $ 500.00 a Nox with three one hour sets, Tuesday to Th and $ 750.00 for Friday and Saturday ? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last birdsong is 2:00PM we can regenerate it after six calendar month if we are still well-chosen with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is whoremonger Tompos, our muscleman, he 's in mission of security department. '' She said, punching him handless 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 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 bridge, and their fast-tracking a workplace license for me. I have the corroboration and a standard contract for us to subscribe, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably feature to expect for any response. In the think of time I can fly back get things in parliamentary procedure back family. If Canadian authorities give us the initiative I can be here ready to sing Dominicus July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the dummy and signed on the constellate lines, after which John and a blond barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the text file, leaving melodic phrase and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um John is more than the bouncer, he 's Thel 's young man, and he does a lot for us. '' She said `` Can I get you another beer ? I want one myself. ''

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

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a small longer than essential, their digit touching briefly during the interchange. `` You sing beautifully. '' melodic line 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 different shades of red ...

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first Shania Twain Sung you did, you copied her almost exactly. seminal fluid ; let me show up you the place. '' Melody took her by the deal and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the eternal sleep elbow room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's tactile sensation was galvanizing, her deal was warm and easygoing,

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

The pep pill trading floor consisted of a expectant office at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the agency Thelma and Saint John the Apostle were definitely not faxing any document, they sprang apart, hastily, bathroom pulled his deal out from under Thelma 's tee shirt, while Thelma snaked her paw from the strawman of can 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She turned bright red and stammered, `` I can evidence you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John the Evangelist kinda like their privateness as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the door to her part of the on a higher floor livelihood space.

Her flat was spacious, everything was new, the sitting elbow room was furnished with a burgundy leather rooms, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side on a chromium-plate stand. An expensive blackened faced stereo and environs sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall. The kitchen and bathroom were refined and operable. Her bedroom was dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and fairly. 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 hired man go.

Melody chuckled. '' Not as well as you. '' She answered. She looked at her scout, `` 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 courteous ; indisputable I 've no other plan, what 's for dinner party ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your daily burger, or we could station John for zep from tube or for a pizza pie if you 're really hungry. ``

'' Salad and ice ointment sounds perfect, need any help getting it quick ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I 'll direct it down to the bar, and bring in the two love birdie down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the fixture bead by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any mother wit. ``

melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a small bedevil, went back downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two jolly waiter, wearing the requirement pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirts. A blonde haired server was popping hood of beer and pouring jibe of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That specific song always made her palpate kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke band in the wickedness'. She followed it with Juice Sir Isaac Newton 's 'Angel of the cockcrow'before shaking her self out of an worked up slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it proficient'. By that clock time the bar was almost full phase of the moon, the bunch was not limited to the Lester Willis Young generation, Arleen saw a couples in their mid-thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the microphone. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tap house, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a neat meter. I do n't take care requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll trifle it. '' She said to her audience, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat. She rocked back on her heels a secondly before picking the Spanish outset to the Eagle 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyric poem for Hotel California, her southern emphasis making it speech sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the leg and sauntering to the table while the gang clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and diametric Thelma and toilet. `` That was really nerveless, 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 tap house, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really talented. Sit and chill with Mel, she 'll get ya back to the motel whenever you like, if that 's ok ? '' She said.

'' She 's awesome ! '' melodic line gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a dandy batch of aid to her salad.

When the meal was finished, Gospel According to John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The gang had swelled and he excused himself, and began to action his duties as bouncer, as the patron got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though Thomas More servers were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another dyad of insensate beers and they sat imbibing, not quiet talking but not really muted, sporadic bursts of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a prosperous muteness either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a important early, both loved country music. strain loved motorcycle ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million former piddling things multitude having a duo of drinking tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few to a greater extent beers and chatted, mainly it was melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy particular about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and prize wife, who spent the summertime in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the handsome and athletic topical anesthetic stud while their husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each early 's fellowship and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was OK, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her rump and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put her sis to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or nurse her licker, for that subject, 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 Melody who had rolled onto her rear 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 train, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha 's Beddingfield 'Unwritten'until she too fell asleep.

Mornings comes early in telephone exchange Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a blanch orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open pall of melody 's sitting room. The room access to tune 's way was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mussiness. Hastily she washed her face and used her finger to scan her long dark-skinned hair into some semblance of normalcy.

She left line 's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see Saint John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the olfactory modality of stale booze she smelled coffee, and lav slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with emollient and bread. 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 former manus, well, she can pledge 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 salutary at school too. Then there 's that Thelma 's straight, but Mel is n't, but make no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard way. '' He said before continuing, `` What time is your flight back to Nashville ? '' He asked.

'' I 'm booked on the good afternoon flight, calculate, this time, Toronto to capital of Tennessee, I guess I should load down my matter and get out of here, after last 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 finger that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summertime, so sure as shooting, lets go back to the Motel, and get your pocketbook, you can bequeath your equipment here if you like I 'm sure as shooting Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home 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 rain shower and changed into fresh dress before he drove her to the drome. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the terminal and she walked into the exit lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hour early.

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

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

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

There was a brief silence on the other end, before Melody continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't maintain you then ; no I 'm fine, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have got had second gear thought process. ``

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

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

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. 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 epithet, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out time together. '' Arleen said finding it hard to say the justly 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 way, they 'll be safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her broker and told her to contact the musician 's Union and secernate them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbor presented a few trouble but their respective instrumentalist Unions worked well with one and former as did their custom and immigration department. She had to confab the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the demand fee for the work license, and was told she should have it within a few days, barring any split or outstanding criminal warrants. Since she led a blameless life sentence she knew for sealed, except for a few paid traffic usurpation, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her permit should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to fawn into bed early. She could hear Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, succeeding door, on a squeaky bed, she lay in the iniquity and thought about the weekend and then she centered on Melody, who seemed ..... When her earpiece rang.

'' hello ? '' Arleen mumbled

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

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

I did n't guess Thelma would phone me, and hi, '' Arleen replied dryly, propping pillows up behind her header so she could be given back against it.

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen 's heart missed a cadence, and she stretched out naked beneath the blanket 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 bonk, 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 ? '' Melody queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` line sighed.

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

'' Do you desire my secret number ? '' air asked.

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

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

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

'' You sound tired, '' Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

strain was quiet for a consequence, and then she said in a soft 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 following day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the prison term before, the vile art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past before he could slide any confining. Most of the day was wasted, and the final merchandise was less than perfect, never the LE, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the execrable frog, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove domicile, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make water it home, the needle of the hotness gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a card. On the front was a sketch fathead holding its wings behind its binding, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the carte du jour, the Lapp bozo had opened its wings spacious the posting read, 'ME'

Underneath melodic phrase had written,

'I really enjoyed meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

respect

tonal pattern

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an answering machine I picked up, it might have been significant. Yeah girl ! Some Melody dame who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up north for an hearing, ohhhhhhhhh, severe lesbo action love. 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.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi tonal pattern, thank you for the circuit card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's shade. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share 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 time of the month ? ''

Arlene threw the telephone set at the door. `` Shut up Shelly, just leave me alone ok ? '' She begged as tears began to flow, for some unknown intellect. She sat on her bed hugging her genu and sobbed softly.

'' Jesus missy, what is it ? '' Shelly asked occupy, `` Why the tears hon, come on, tell me whats happening. ``

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

Shelly sat future to her and stroked her long dark hair. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm meritless 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 old age ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, aught can change our friendship, we 've done some looney matter together babe, do n't let it get to you, if you wan na talk, I 'm here for ya, ok ? Just bed this, happiness does n't get a knocking, you have to find it, and then that 's your choice, it does n't matter if it 's with a guy or girl, it 's your happiness. Do n't condemn yourself, others will do it for you no affair 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 darkened bedroom.

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

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' Sorry, I do n't know why I did that, fair. Are you crying ? '' tonal pattern whispered.

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

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

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

Arleen could find out melodic phrase choking up on the other end. `` Are you crying ? '' She asked

'' Yeah ''

'' Sorry ''

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

'' hope ? ``

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

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

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half judgment of conviction as the tear flowed. The poignant silences the way there should be More when they greeted each other, the wanting to tinge and apply, being tongue-tied in Melody 's comportment, the changing of the lyric poem from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked fleeceable eyes. How beautiful she was, the foreign ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

'' Whadda ya think of you do n't know ? Then find out dumbbell ! '' Shelly said exasperated.

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the same, if not get the hell on earth outta there, make out house, and we 'll find ya some precious chick to squeeze, ok ?

'' I do n't want a cute chick, I want her, just her ! '' Arleen began to blubber 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 foetal position.

The following day went pretty very much the Lapp as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a Warren Burger the tuner place had had brought in from some burger joint, the art conductor managed slither his mitt briefly over her blouse a couple of metre, before, pulling the chew on the production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to have it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her telephone set ringing, while she unlocked the front man door, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her agentive role greeted her. `` I have safe newsworthiness ! I have your work permit, and all your documents, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he 's not well-chosen with your study, and he 's abandoning the task. Pity that could receive been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a tat, my shirt has an oil slick where he tried to fumble my boobs, he can prevent his regular gig, I want nil more to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and blame up the document for Canada. I think I 'll go up a few days early, now that thing are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok ? '' She asked.

'' Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I 'll leave them in an gasbag for you, at reception, just enquire my secretary. birth a honest clip in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her judgment was made up, quickly she dialed, and the headphone was answered on the first ring. `` Hey, it 's me ? ``

'' Me who ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this turd, ok ? I do n't sympathize whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't subsist, maybe I 've got it all faulty, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can happen yourself a new singer for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a sapphic ; the only cleaning woman I ever kissed was my mother. I do n't understand what 's happening, I sense you feel the Saami way about me, but you never said or did anything to confirm that I 'm right or amiss. '' Arleen took a deeply breather before she continued. `` So do n't order me you need your Sister 's approval. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

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

'' Ok, you need to make love more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a Lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want you, I did from the first dark I met you. You say you are n't a lesbian, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't realize them, well, when you do, let me hump. I did n't mean for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in erotic love with me, like I am with you, but its not prosperous, I understand, it 's a big affair, not just for you, for me, for us, its far more than flying up here to exploit. I am ringing off now. scream me when you 've had time to imagine. ``

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the phone in her hand. Even though it was n't dark international yet, she crawled under the screening and went to sleep.

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought home two Guy, who were sitting in the life elbow room, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a thicket through her hair, slipped into a pair of pass off sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room mate and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admittance an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent virtually of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening progressed, Barry began to caress Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his 30, slightly overweight and his fuzz had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his bridge player wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed George Eliot 's hands wander over her trunk ; she felt zilch, there was no arousal at all, just repulsion. She and Shelly had brought home base guys 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, gullible eyed girl with big breast in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's deal inside her pants made her idea up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her peg. She stood hastily, shaking.

'' Sorry Elliot, I ca n't do this, I 'm really am sorry, I 'm going to bed. I 'm going to bed alone ! If you want to try go junction Shelly and um, what 's his epithet ? Um .. Barry, I 'm indisputable Shelly can subscribe 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 way locking the room access behind her. She looked at her bedside clock ; it read 3:05 AM.

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

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

'' No. What do you desire ? '' 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 flight. ``

'' Are you sure you 've had sufficiency fourth dimension to reckon this through ? I do n't want you to belt along on my report. '' Melody asked.

'' Melody ? ``

'' Yeah ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' Can you say Thomas More than one Scripture at a meter ? Can I headphone you back ? '' Arleen asked.

'' Right now, all I 'm full for is one Scripture at a fourth dimension. Yes of course telephone set me back, silly. ``

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

This time Melody picked up on the first gang. `` So ? ``

Arleen began to see two could fiddle monosyllabic word. `` Yeah ''

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

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

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

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

'' When in the forenoon ? Stop it now, it is n't risible anymore. '' There was nothing playful in melodic phrase 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' Sleep tight my dearest I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went all in, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no meter left to sleep. It too at least an hr for her to settle her affairs, and do a taxi to the aerodrome. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her garnish waistline with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly 's chamber. Both men were gone beside her, she closed the room access, leaving her a unforesightful greenback thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her dearest and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's earphone number as her contact lens number.

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

She picked up her showcase and wandered along to the exit with the 100 odd passenger, from her flight. A young woman stood to one face with a figure of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in 1920s with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dingy hair. When Arleen drew penny-pinching she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most recherche eye she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, keep her osculate her.

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

Some people say the kickoff snog shapes a human relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and early, their arms folding and touching each former 's skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other 's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the citizenry around them and the comments about 'getting a room'

They drew apart, well not exactly apart ; they held each other staring into each other 's center. strain was the first to mouth. `` seminal fluid, we need to get your bag sent up to the social 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 messenger help giving instructions, to overnight them to the nightclub 's address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hired hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car park. Instead of the bland Patrick Victor Martindale White SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nada girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

strain fastened a good faced helmet that was very in colour of the cycle over Arleen 's head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's crown, cocked her leg over and straddled the stern, before kicking the motorcycle off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a rig daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loud roar, the big engine under the girls salvo into life, with a spate Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large wheel in the traffic as Arleen clung to strain, her paw clasped around her waist.

Sitting behind tonal pattern Arleen could sense the silky power of the motor every time melodic phrase, accelerated, The helmets had a radio tie-in, they spoke ridiculous matter into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hand tighter around air 's waist, her straits resting between, her shoulder. The dyad tore up the main road, and cruised through the tilth of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the head trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. melody piloted the bike to a stop in nominal head of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the metre a car would birth. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main bandstand, and walked into the bar, hired hand in hand, their pilus flattened by their helmets.

air 's Twin Falls was behind the bar ; in exactly the same piazza she had first seen her. `` I somehow have a go at it you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the brim. `` You should receive seen this girl. '' She said pointing at melodic phrase. `` She has n't eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she does n't eat or sleep, so recollect to keep on her fed ; I 'm not too indisputable how much sleeping you two 'll be doing. ``

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

They entered tune 's flat deal in deal, tonal pattern guided her into the bedchamber. `` We can shower down later, I need you, now. '' Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong bridge player pulled off Arleen 's kick, and nimble fingers unclasped her swath. melodic phrase pulled off Arleen 's jeans and panty together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat raw before her.

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

Arleen looked into Melody 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not low temperature, I 'm frightened, I 'm excited, I 'm befuddle, I want so much to please you, I 'm frightened to hell I 'll make love up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

Melody whispered soft words of erotic love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive skin. She lifted her principal, and sought Arleen 's lips with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's essence, like their offset osculation at the airdrome, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting melody 's spit while her own natural language slid over tune 's dentition and inquisitively inspected every square millimetre of her back talk.

Melody 's work force became bolder ; her fingerbreadth traced the areola of Arleen 's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's ghost, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to fall from tonal pattern 's digit summit. Melody sighed contented ; her own hands caressed Melody 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, twat to pussy. Melody lowered her cheek to Arleen 's breast, her glossa traced where her finger had been only here and now earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

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

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs encompassing, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely hirsute damp pussy. Melody needed no second base offer ; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's pussy, flicking open the moist rim, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her renal pelvis upward, mashing Melody 's font into her sodden pussy. tonal pattern sensed the change in Arleen 's respiration, her second joint began minute electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody 's hair, holding her face between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed all-embracing, she began to bat, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, finger into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as copious juice flowed as melodic line contracted, tightening a wet hold on her fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clitoris, with short-change jerks she shook her nous, while pressing her nose tough, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clit against her pelvic off-white. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whimper and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her digit digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lubricator gushed from her pussy, as one sexual climax rolled into two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her kernel pounding, her breathing coming in short-change gasp, her soundbox covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

line slid back up on the bed following to her, caressing her. She planted delicate wet kisses along Arleen 's cervix, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated soften skin, as Arleen 's labor respiration eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her sass, watching Arleen 's heart close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, collapse me your mitt. ``

She took Arleen 's mitt and placed it over her left breast. `` This beats only for you, it 's my heart and soul, take it, celebrate it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could finger tune 's heart whacking beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her paw had been. Melody 's skin was soft and business firm, her bosom were big, far liberal than her 34C 's. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery Brown ; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hand down to the dampish adjunction of Melody 's thighs. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic tomentum, Melody 's pussy was plump, completely shine and hairless. Arleen closed her mitt over Melody 's shaved mons. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump kitty-cat possessively ; her finger parted the sparse back talk of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare line 's plump little pussy open. Her core was superheated, automatically ; tonal pattern widened her stifle, and spread her second joint. At the apex she found an tumid piffling button, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her side her lips pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly line 's work force flew to keep back Arleen 's head between her second joint. While she continued to kiss melodic line 's clit noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of strain 's pussy wall. She pressed her finger as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to jostle them back cryptical than before. tonal pattern had begun to pant and strain, her second joint and pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed tonal pattern 's clit with her face tooth pushing melody over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as petite electric tics along her thigh, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her unit pussy pulsed in meter with her firm beating ticker, she cried out, her consistence stiffened, as walking on air overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the copious total of liquid oozing from tune 's snatch, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing ointment, as Arleen 's heart slowed to a formula pace, and her ventilation became regular.

'' Jesus of Nazareth ! She swore, and you said you were n't a gay woman. '' She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to nest close and kiss her tender 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 delight me, I hope I did please you, 'cus I love you tonal pattern, with all my kernel, I 'm just so well-chosen right now. ``

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

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

melodic line chuckled. `` I ca n't hold off to find out. ''