Her thirty 2nd birthday had been a good time, it lasted three Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She could n't call back the cobbler's last 20 four hours of it, but she knew that she had had a good time, if katzenjammer was anything to judge by. Then add she could n't receive the underclothing she had worn at the beginning of her party ; in fact she woke up from her drunken grogginess on the floor of her chamber in an ill-fitting man 's shirt half buttoned and at least two sizes too minuscule for her 34C chest, one of which lay unrestrained and exposed, from the close shirt, and someone else 's way too short bird that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underclothing 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 30 two ! well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen looked at herself in her full moon length bedroom mirror. She was tall at 5'10 '' .Her cornflower blue eye were bloodshot and the chapeau puffy, the prospicient whiplash that shrouded them, normally making her eye appear cryptical were matted and clumped. The eye darkness was smudged and her brow had been plucked to thinnish arches above her puzzling eyes. Her malar were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was eye shaped, her nozzle was straight and slender with narrow-minded nostrils, her oral fissure was wide, with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her appear determined rather than darn veracious ornery, which she knew she could be.

She staggered to the toilet and managed to stumble into the shower without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed article of clothing she let the tender weewee shower over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes, turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scald water stung her naked body, what was left of her shuffle up ran down her boldness in twin greyish rill she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting the H2O soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly, she applied easy lay, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her dentition she walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess, bottle everywhere, some quiet fully but mostly abandon, and overfilled ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering political machine had been destroyed by some maniac with a baseball game bat and lay in two hundred unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was serious-minded enough to toast all the java emollient as well as the milk, when they raided the fridge, leaving it bare except for three evacuate beer bottle and half a nursing bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to drink her coffee bean black, she went about the complicated task of filling the coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the chocolate maker still worked ; scalding black burnt umber and the handful of ibuprofen she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her center. Within an 60 minutes she was almost capable of noetic human thought, and unproblematic coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long sour hair.

It had been more than a natal day bash ; her birthday had coincided with the end of the spell. She had spent the last year touring with singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up vocaliser. They had toured every John Roy Major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but, because of some complicated Union rule he was not able to take his rachis up singers to European Community and would audition for European back up vocalist once he landed.

She was out of a job, her agentive role had mentioned some commercials where she might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing 'concrete'on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at to the lowest degree a calendar week after she left to go on tour, to fuck her unspoilt protagonist. They were still together and blissfully glad, or so she had been told. She 'd miss Angie ! She sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked cold Shirley Temple coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with her mail, and recent copy of kind. bank bill, credit entry card financial statement nothing of sake, no Hi Arleen your long bewildered Uncle has named you the simply successor to his multi million dollar landed estate, please touch us at 555-1234 .... blah, blah ... ..

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

rural area vocalist NEEDED

The World Famous ( one day )

ROSéCLIFFS TAVERN

Seeks

A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN

Entertainer

Contract will be discussed after auditory sense

Send CD or DVD to ... ...

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell, she had zilch on the celestial horizon, right ? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet, finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and she had cut a few years before, when she still had dream she 'd make it as a star, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to averageness. Still singing back up and making jingles beat 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 billet and promptly forgot about it. The get together with her broker led to a piffling employment over the following few daytime singing doggerel verse for under arm deodorant and dog solid food, which helped pay the snag and restocked their depleted refrigerator. There was also talking of some radio work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It turned out to be a kick of a day, the tuner station for which she was doing a jingle had a frenzied art manager and he demanded that he sit in on the takes. He was short and rotund ; he had tried to rub up against her and it had taken all of her tact to go on him away without ruining her chances for more work at the radiocommunication station.

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

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a refilling in a musical, and she had the lieu to herself. She had kicked off her snitch and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a barb at Natalie briny of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions, his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his winner had not spoiled him or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a minuscule Caribbean island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating clean trash, Arleen who normally would have let the answering machine weft up the call, but of course of action some demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit deaf-mute on the remote and picked up the phone. '' Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you live from her sitting room ! ``

A female responded at the early 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 come in up to Lake Ontario Canada for a final auditory modality ? Well gladly meet your expense. '' She added. `` If you like we can have a return air hose ticket waiting for you at the drome. ``

Arleen did not understand and stammered. `` 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 Armstrong the body politic Isaac M. Singer ? You sent us a promo CD in result to our advertizement in this calendar month 's Variety. '' The soft spoken woman on the other face of the phone continued.

Vague remembering of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over after her birthday company surfaced. `` Oh yes. '' She responded. `` That 's right hand, 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 line I 'll like to add up on up there, I 'm discharge after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday Night or Saturday morning, if that suites you ? ``

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

Arleen could hear Thelma Verren 's muffled voice even though she held her paw over the phone. `` Mel, she says she can derive the weekend after succeeding, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get wait 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 dark 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 sister will beat back down and fulfill you at the drome. When you get to capital of Tennessee airport, just open the Westjet counter your name and this code RC46732, they 'll hold your ticket, transport and stuff, is that ok ? ``

Arleen was all professional by that time. '' That sounds perfect, I will contact my agentive role and see about a oeuvre permits and what documentation I 'll need in the meanspirited sentence, I look forward to meeting both you and your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the opportunity. ``

'' We look forward to meeting you too, bye, now. '' Thelma said as she put down the phone.

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

The two weeks went by fast enough, her Agent gave her information about working in Canada and gave her some forms and written document she 'd need if she wanted to exercise in Canada for more than three month, as well as the necessary contact and fax numbers game. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the mass of her luggage was in the cargo detention. She was in time to catch the New York transfer, and enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly devise sandwiches that tasted like composition board during the short flying from Rochester to Toronto.

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

She picked up her instruments, mixer table and amp and wandered along to the exit with the century odd passenger, from her flight. A Whitney Young woman stood to one incline with a number of uniform limousine chauffeurs holding a sign `` Arleen Louis Armstrong ''. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in twenties with curly nighttime hair's-breadth. She was short, just over 5'Arleen guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide and sexy, her pinhead, beneath a melt off silvery blouse were generous and proud, her house decorator jean, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that her large middle were green and flecked with gold and her skin unmutilated and unadorned by any cosmetics.

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

'' Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I 'm Melody Verren, welcome to Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your escape. Can I help you with your stuff, it looks ponderous. ``

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

They stowed her guitars and former equipment in the back place of melodic line 's four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along the throughway, making small talk. `` Have you been to Canada before ? '' melody asked.

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

'' Well we 're a little off the beaten data track, our baseball club is about three hundred klick North of Toronto, in a little town called Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died death winter in a car crash, Thel and I have spent virtually of our meter and money rebuilding it and bring the station up to encipher. It 'll bring about four hours to get there, would you like to quit and get something to eat ? '' Melody continued.

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

'' Well then let 's get moving shall we ? '' air said, turning onto a spacious highway and headed north. She pointed out versatile landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a resilient and animated tour guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were often times of silence, not stilted muteness but wanton contemplative clip when it did n't look necessary to address, she enjoyed Melody 's caller. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at melodic phrase who was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and Melody handed her the keycard. `` We 've booked you in here for the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it 's not a Jacuzzi suite Try and overhear some sleep, I 'm really sorry it 's so late ; Thel will bid 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 noonday anyway, eh ? '' She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel elbow room ; it was culture medium sized with a large bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off diametrical the closets. It was neat and plum, and far advantageously than some of the way she had used while on tour.

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

Arleen lay awake for a spell, line seemed really decent, it was strange, she felt she had to get to know Melody better. She hoped her babe would be nice too, it would be salutary to get out of Nashville for a spell, 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 nigrify jeans and a tool around leather belt with an outsized oval westerly buckle and a simple white tee-shirt and slid into a pair of visualise stitched luxuriously heeled Shirley Temple western boots that matched her knock ; she used the room 's hairdryer to blow-dry her fuzz, before venturing out. It was a daze. The temperature was close to 100 degree. The Birchacres Motel was just off a farsighted straight tarred road. About one hundred yard to the rightfulness was a gas post and a Subway sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left hand a MacDonald 's, and goose egg else to see for miles but James Leonard Farmer 's fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive harlequinade, Ashton Kushner better watch out. Damn ! She 'd fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald 's and ordered a beefburger and fries and a coffee. The young guy who took her order, who 's gens was Dave according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee ; rushed about and put her order in presence of her on the standard Brown credit card tray. She dug into her jeans and pulled out a $ 10.00.

Dave, Employee of the month, verified by his motion-picture show against the rampart, shook his head. `` 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 property at the gas bar ? She asked Dave.

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

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

She finished her meal and wandered back to her way and cranked the air conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case and practiced a few chords while tuning the drawstring before moving into Gretchen Wilson 's raunchy 'Redneck cleaning woman'. She then took her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady version of Heart 's 'Barracuda'. She continued practicing with her acoustical guitar doing the haunting 'Do n't say me the clock time'made famous by Martha Davis, until the telephone set rang.

'' Hi this is Thelma Verren, we have set aside all afternoon for you, so evidence 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 variety of you. I 'm set anytime. '' She answered.

'' Well ok then, I 'm on my w .... Ow ! Ow ! Redeemer stop hitting me beef ! I 'm on the telephone set here. '' Arleen heard a couple of tone down 'thunks'before Thelma continued. `` Sorry about that. Melody is already on her way to bring in ya, see you soon, eh ? ``

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She opened the drape and sat on the bed looking at the road and tilth 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 transactions, and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to converge it, as it melody climbed out Her typeface flushed. She wore blue denim and a pink t-shirt with Rosécliffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample bureau in Burgundy alphabetic character. Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both charwoman realized that something was missing. air took the amp and sociable as before and stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in muteness and drove out of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time air seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost as if they were stranger again.

The townsfolk was a few knot North of the motel, at a carrefour Arleen saw the planetary house, Birchacres 5 > they turned off the chief road and followed the foretoken. The Rosécliffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock cliff of a tall mountain and on the other side of the road the land sloped down to a vauntingly blue lake and the townspeople. The two story building was painted an indistinguishable colour to the cliffs. `` We 're here. '' melodic line said unnecessarily.

With melodic line 's help she carried her equipment into the bar. She looked around the bar room. The ground level was a big windowless air conditioned square room with an oaken bar tabulator running the distance of one side, in the middle was a good sized wooden dance story, and against the bulwark, opposite the bar counterpunch was a lowly degree ; the rest of the tavern had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A kitchen was situated opposite the ma'am and lad residue rooms, altogether it was well set out and looked like all the article of furniture and equipment was new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see tonal pattern already standing behind the bar heel counter. She must have moved fast, she thought. `` Hi you must be Arleen, I 'm Thelma. '' air said holding out her hand, and shaking helping hand. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their interpreter were practically selfsame, Thelma was the mirror picture of her Twin Falls, but there were subtle remainder, it was the eyes ; Thelma 's eyes were complete park, without the prosperous scrap. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen saw, on stuffy inspection, Thelma 's breasts beneath the pink emblazoned Rosécliffs tap house jersey were significantly smaller. Outwardly they appeared virtually identical.

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

'' Sure cause yourself. '' She acquiesced. `` Where 's Mel ? '' she half queried

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

'' We do n't normally do the 'twin affair'wearing the Saame clothes, it confuses the heck out of people. The last metre was at first team a few years ago. I guess we just chose to fatigue the Sami thing today, sorry if it confused you. Oh there you are Mel, are you ready to take heed Arleen recreate ? '' She asked her sister.

'' Do you desire John to hail too ? '' line asked in reply.

'' No it 's ok, I 'm sure he 'll arrive when he hears the medicine. '' She said to her sister before continuing her conversation with Arleen. `` chaw yourself in and set off whenever you are cook. '' She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a microphone, and began a few phone halt, noting the readings on her mixing add-in, and dragging the sliders up a little until the newspaper clipping were registering better and making for margin for the room size of it. She flicked on the drumfish machine and set it before launching into of Gretchen Wilson 's 'Redneck woman'and followed up with her own bawdry version of center 's 'Barracuda'. She switched to her Hohner and did tribute to gull Kline with `` crazy '' all the fourth dimension looking into line 's gold-flecked green heart. 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 penetrate. She continued straight into Jennifer Nettle 's and Sugarland 's 'Baby young lady'Finally she chose the Fender again and ended the set by using her alone talent for mimicking voices to do a flawless interpreting of Melissa Etheridge 's'I 'm the only one', that, if the artist herself had heard it, would birth sworn she had just sung it.

There was a bouldered secrecy from the hearing of three, a man, who must be privy that melodic phrase had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were holding hands. He was well over 6'with wide shoulders, heavily muscled arms and a narrow waist ; dressed all in bootleg, above brown oculus and glasses, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Rosécliffs tap house emblazoned across the forepart in burgundy. He looked tough and intimate enough of his manhood to tire a pinko baseball cap.

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

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

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

'' Canned, bottled or drawing ? '' Melody replied.

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

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

Thelma was all byplay. `` Can you do a six month contract, this summertime ? Say from the source of July ? Can we correspond to $ 500.00 a night with three one hour bent, Tues to Thursday and $ 750.00 for Friday and Sabbatum ? Three to four one hour band from 10.00 PM depending on measure of people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can reincarnate it after six months if we are still felicitous with each other. '' She stated before continuing, `` Oh by the way, this is John the Divine Tompos, our muscleman, he 's in charge of certificate. '' She said, punching him handless on his tremendous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

'' Um sure, six months is o.k., and ok, after that, if we can get along, we can sing about an extension. I do n't see a problem with starting then either ; it all depends on your Canadian musician 's pairing agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a study permission for me. I have the support and a banner declaration for us to sign up, we can fax them today with it still, but we 'll probably have got to waitress for any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get things in club back home. If Canadian bureau give us the initiative I can be here ready to sing Sunday July 1st, if that 's ok with you ? '' she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in, signed as watcher. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the written document, leaving melodic line and Arleen once again together in an awkward silence. `` Um whoremaster is Thomas 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. ''

'' trusted I 'll have one Thomas More. If you 're buying '' Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and tongue-tied, she had n't felt empty-headed like this since eminent school ...

melodic phrase popped the crown off two icy coldness Coors Lites and handed one to Arleen, `` It 's my bar. '' The exchange took a little farsighted than necessary, their fingers touching briefly during the central. `` You sing beautifully. '' Melody complimented her while holding the bottle out to her and gazing into her eyes.

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

'' You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the kickoff Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. come ; let me record you the place. '' Melody took her by the helping hand and showed her behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the residual room before taking her upstairs. Melody 's touch was electric, her paw was warmly and mild,

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

The upper floor consisted of a large place at the top of the stairs and what appeared to be two apartment. As they entered the agency Thelma and John were definitely not faxing any document, they sprang apart, hastily, St. John pulled his hands out from under Thelma 's jersey, while Thelma snaked her hand from the front of whoremaster 's pants, and pulled down her top blushing profusely. line apologized, backing out of the room. She turned brilliant red and stammered, `` I can show you my apartment, if you like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw. '' She said while unlocking the doorway to her part of the upstairs life space.

Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was furnished with a burgundy leather retinue, and an acoustic guitar was set to one side of meat on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereoscopic picture and surround sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasm TV that filled a rampart. The kitchen and privy were slap-up and functional. Her bedchamber was dominated by a immense bed. Altogether it was orderly and houseclean. It appeared she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen pointed to the guitar. '' A guitar I see, do you fiddle ? '' She asked as Melody finally let her mitt go.

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

'' That sounds prissy ; sure I 've no other architectural plan, what 's for dinner ? '' Arleen asked.

'' I was thinking of a invigorated salad followed by sorbet ice cream. That 's normally the summer fare around here, you 've already had your day-to-day burger, or we could send John for hoagy from Subway or for a pizza if you 're really hungry. ``

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

'' Oh no its mulct, it only takes a few moment, I 'll call for it down to the bar, and contribute the two love shuttlecock down with me, if I can pry the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars bead by even though we are n't officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that makes any sense. ``

tune went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a slight fox, went back downstairs to get hold more than a few people had entered as had two pretty server, wearing the requirement pink Rosécliffs Tavern T-shirt. A blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring nip of Bourbon, Vodka and all kinds of flavour as fast as she could, while a pretty red head bustled between tables with a tray wax of bottles. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant 'Travelin Soldier'. That particular proposition vocal always made her feel sort of melancholy and she stayed in that musical mode by doing a cover of Gary Allan 's 'Smoke rings in the iniquity'. She followed it with juice Newton 's 'Angel of the morn'before shaking her self out of an aroused slide by changing to the galvanizing pilot and doing an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss''You say it best'. By that fourth dimension the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the unseasoned multiplication, Arleen saw a brace in their thirties and forties and gray haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. `` Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs tavern, I 'm Arleen Armstrong, I 'll be entertaining ya this summertime, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a majuscule time. I do n't mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I 'll play it. '' She said to her interview, and seeing Melody beckoning her to a mesa where her sister and John the loving chucker-out sat. She rocked back on her dog a mo before picking the Spanish beginning to the bird of Jove 's 'Hotel California'on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyric for Hotel California, her southern accent making it auditory sensation like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the microscope stage and sauntering to the mesa while the crowd clapped and cheered.

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

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

When the meal was finished, lavatory got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfil his tariff as bouncer, as the patron got a lilliputian rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar ; even though more servers were on responsibility they were getting swamped. melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat imbibition, not quiet talking but not really placid, sporadic flare-up of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was short. They discovered that neither had a pregnant other, both have it away body politic music. line loved motorcycles ; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little affair multitude having a dyad of drinking tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was melodic phrase, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy particular about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug principal were, the topical anaesthetic hookers, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the better-looking and athletic local scantling while their hubby worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each early 's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, air was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in her seat 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 sister to bed. `` I love my sister dearly. '' Thelma stated, `` But unlike me, she ca n't drink, or deem her licker, for that matter, after a few drink 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 back and had begun to snore softly.

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

Mornings comes early in central Ontario, aurora painted the pinko cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the opened drapes of Melody 's sitting room. The door to air 's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the lavatory vanity she could see she was a passel. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to skim her long dark hair into some color of normalcy.

She left line 's flat and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar riposte sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee, and bathroom slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brewage in secrecy, before lavatory said, `` Do n't think badly of Mel, she just is n't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are Gemini Thelma is the byplay nous, and Mel, well Mel is a lot easygoing quieter, more esthetic, did better at schooltime 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 clip is your escape back to capital of Tennessee ? '' He asked.

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

'' Thel said you might experience that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summertime, so surely, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can forget your equipment here if you like I 'm indisputable Thel and Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only to drag it back out here in a few sidereal day again. ``

John led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into clean apparel before he drove her to the airport. The private road to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because bathroom drove faster, the conversation and company was n't there like it had been with Melody, and she was beaming when St. John the Apostle dropped her off at the depot and she walked into the departure couch and had arrived for her flight a good two time of day early.

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

'' Um hi Arleen, this is melodic phrase, Did I catch you at a good clip ? I hope you had a good flight of steps back. ``

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

There was a brief silence on the early end, before tonal pattern continued, `` Oh sorry, I wo n't stay fresh you then ; no I 'm delicately, I hope that you are still coming here, John said you might have had second persuasion. ``

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

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

'' Its fine Mel, honestly, I 've been that way before its no big deal. You should have been here for my birthday. '' Arleen said.

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

'' I love your public figure, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out sentence together. '' Arleen said finding it strong 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 affair in my room, they 'll be dependable until you return. Speak to you later, eh. '' She said, her mouth close to the phone.

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

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Mon turned out meddling than she expected, but she managed during the day to get hold of her agent and told her to contact the player 's pairing and tell them she was going to exercise in Canada for six months and that she needed their assist fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the US being neighbor presented a few problems but their several musician Unions worked well with one and other as did their impost and immigration departments. She had to jaw the Canadian River Consulate, where she paid the required fee for the piece of work permission, and was told she should have got it within a few days, barring any snag or owing reprehensible warrantee. Since she led a blameless life she knew for sure, except for a few paid traffic violations, her vicious phonograph record was strip. She was told that her licence should be issued within a week.

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

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

'' Arleen ? ''

'' Melody ? ``

They laughed together.

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

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

Melody 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 head so she could run back against it.

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

.

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

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

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

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

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

Arleen 's heart missed a beat, and she stretched out raw 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 get laid, now, what I was thinking, '' Arleen replied quickly knowing she had been thinking just that.

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

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

'' Uh huh ... and ? '' melodic line queried.

'' And what ? '' Arleen answered chuckling.

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

'' I forget, '' Arleen replied.

'' Oh man ! `` tune sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You sound wear down, '' melodic phrase commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

'' Yes. '' She whispered.

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

'' Not really, '' Arleen answered

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

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

line was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a soft articulation. `` I like talking to you, '' she said softly into the phone.

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

'' Night-night Arleen, log Z's tight '' Melody whispered.

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

The following day at the radio set post was every bit a incubus as the time before, the slimed art managing director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen became adept at slipping past tense before he could slither any faithful. Most of the day was wasted, and the final exam mathematical product was LE than perfect, never the less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a XII time, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious salientian, thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to get it home, the needle of the hotness calibre, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an gasbag from Canada. She opened it while walking to her threshold. I was a card. On the front was a sketch goose holding its wing behind its back, printed on it was'I have a surprisal for you .'

On opening the board, the same jackass had opened its backstage wide the card read, 'ME'

Underneath Melody had written,

'I really enjoyed group meeting you. I look forward

To you coming up for the summer.

gaze

Melody

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

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

'' Since you do n't have an answering simple machine I picked up, it might have been important. Yeah lady friend ! Some melody chick who says you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for an sense of hearing, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo legal action honey. Why did n't you say you swung that way earlier ? We could have got played carpet muncher together, when the guys are out of Town ? '' She snickered.

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

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

'' Who is Shelly ?

'' Hi Melody, thank you for the card. '' Arleen replied, slightly taken aback by Melody 's tone. `` Shelly and I rent this apartment together ; we share an expense, that 's all. Not that it 's anyone 's clientele. ''

'' Ok, bye ! '' Melody said, clicking off the phone.

There was a knock on the door. `` Arleen ? Are you ok ? I was joking sister, do n't get all overturn, it ca n't be that clip of the month ? ''

Arlene threw the telephone at the threshold. `` Shut up Shelly, just go out me alone ok ? '' She begged as weeping began to flow, for some nameless reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

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

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

Shelly sat following to her and stroked her foresightful morose hairsbreadth. '' Its ok babe, really, I 'm sorry I teased you. '' She said while stroking Arleen 's oral sex. `` I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you and Tom Bradley were together for what, three years ? `` She said while continuing to soothe her.

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

'' It 's ok with me if you are, nothing can change our friendship, we 've done some crazy 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 number 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 missy, it 's your felicity. Do n't doom yourself, others will do it for you no topic which way you swing. '' Shelly said as put the phone back on its courser next to the bed and closed the door behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened bedroom.

one-half an hour later Arleen was still on her back, her eye red and sore, the phone rang.

'' Arleen ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

'' No its not, I 'm really drab, please do n't cry. '' melodic line pleaded.

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

Arleen could hear air choking up on the early 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 asshole burst the quiet.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

It came bubbling out in half sentence as the tear flowed. The poignant muteness the way there should be more when they greeted each other, the wanting to touch and support, being tongue-tied in tonal pattern 's presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while looking into her beautiful gold-flecked special K eyes. How beautiful she was, the strange aching she had now that they were apart. The carte du jour and its half subliminal message.

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

'' I dunno. '' Arleen wailed.

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

'' How ? '' Arleen wailed again.

'' fuck me girl, what 's her routine ? '' She asked shaking her head.

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

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

'' Please do n't phone her shield, I 'll be fine, good. ``

'' Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if she feels the like, if not get the hell outta there, come nursing home, and we 'll obtain ya some cute biddy to wring, ok ?

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

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

The following day went pretty a lot the Sami as the previous one. Arleen was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the tuner post had had brought in from some burger joint, the art director managed slither his helping hand briefly over her blouse a match of meter, before, pulling the ballyhoo on the output 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 get wind her telephone set tintinnabulation, while she unlocked the front man room access, she grabbed it. '' Melody ? '' She asked.

'' No, It 's Claire, hi Arleen. '' Her federal agent greeted her. `` I have good news show ! I have your work permit, and all your text file, for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ William Tell me he 's not happy with your employment, and he 's abandoning the undertaking. pity that could make been a permanent gig for you. ``

'' Claire, he 's a cheapness, my shirt has an oil slickness where he tried to grope my dope, he can keep his unconstipated gig, I want cipher Thomas More to do with KLXJ while he 's there. Yeah, I 'll stop by tomorrow and pick 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 spot, I 'll leave them in an envelope for you, at reception, just asks my secretary. take a good time in Canada ; let me know how it 's going, if you have the time. ``

Her judgement was made up, quickly she dialed, and the headphone was answered on the first base 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 line 's square reply.

'' My work permission and visa are ready ; do you want me to come up other ? '' Arleen asked.

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

'' No ! You wait ; I ca n't do this horseshit, ok ? I do n't infer whats happening here. I do n't do innuendos well. Maybe I 'm reading signals that do n't exist, maybe I 've got it all wrong, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I 'm making an ass of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new vocalist for your club, so, ok, here goes, I 'm attracted to you, ok ? But I am not a lesbian ; the only char 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 reassert that I 'm rightfield or wrong. '' Arleen took a deeply breath before she continued. `` So do n't separate me you need your sister 's approval. ``

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

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen stormed.

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

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

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

'' No Melody, I want to a greater extent, I need to bang, what you want. ``

'' Ok, you need to bonk more ? It 's like this Arleen, you say you are n't a lesbian, I am. You want to make love what I want. I want you, I did from the kickoff nighttime I met you. You say you are n't a sapphic, so where do we go ? I have fallen in love with you, you say you have feelings for me, but you do n't understand them, well, when you do, let me know. I did n't mean for this to happen, and I 'm sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not well-situated, I understand, it 's a big matter, not just for you, for me, for us, its far Sir Thomas More than flying up here to work. I am ringing off now. Call me when you 've had clock time to think. ``

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

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

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly 's shoulders ; she had brought house two guys, who were sitting in the sustenance way, drinking beer. Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a skirmish through her hair, slipped into a pair of washed-out sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room match and the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own accession an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a agent. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent most of the sentence, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the eve progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his mid-thirties, slightly adiposis and his hair had begun to pull away. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand wander across her chest of drawers. They kissed. Arleen allowed Thomas Stearns Eliot 's hands wander over her eubstance ; she felt cipher, there was no stimulation at all, just revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guys many times, they had even done a few kinky 'sharing the same guy ,'or swapping men after a few hr together, but tonight, all she could think of was a little curly haired, green eyed female child with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot 's paw inside her knickers made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her legs. She stood hastily, shaking.

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

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

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

'' No. What do you want ? '' tonal pattern sounded sleepy.

'' I want to be with you. ``

'' Ok. ''

'' Ok, what ? '' Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their originally conversation. `` Are we having Déjà vu here ? ``

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

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

'' Are you sure you 've had enough sentence to recollect this through ? I do n't require you to step on it on my account. '' tune asked.

'' melodic phrase ? ``

'' 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. '' air whispered.

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

'' Ok, what clip 's your flying ? ``

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

'' Ok. ''

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

'' Yeah. ``

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

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

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

This fourth dimension tune picked up on the first ring. `` So ? ``

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

There was silence, melody caved first. `` So differentiate me, what time 's the escape ? ``

'' Tomorrow. '' Arleen whispered.

'' I did n't ask what day, I asked what time. '' melodic phrase chuckled playfully.

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

'' When in the sunrise ? Stop it now, it is n't suspect anymore. '' There was nix playful in melodic line 's tone.

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

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

'' I wont. '' Arleen whispered.

'' Hey. ``

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

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

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

'' Sleep tight my lovemaking I 'll see you tomorrow. '' The phone went numb, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to catch some Z's. It too at least an hour for her to settle her liaison, and arrange a taxicab to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new intriguer dungaree and satiny off the shoulder joint T-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western thrill, and cinched the matching whang around her trimming waist with the large ovoid warp. She peeked into Shelly 's sleeping accommodation. Both men were at rest beside her, she closed the doorway, leaving her a myopic Federal Reserve note thanking her for helping her with her decisiveness, and sending her, her beloved and gratitude, finally leaving Melody 's phone numeral as her contact number.

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

She picked up her sheath and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A Edward Young woman stood to one side with a bit of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a mansion `` I love Arleen Armstrong ''. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenty with a turned up nose and beautiful curly morose hair. When Arleen drew nearer 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, confine her kiss her.

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

Some masses say the first kiss shapes a family relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girlfriend melted into one and former, their weapons system folding and touching each former 's pelt and hair, as their sass hungered for each others. Their lingua tasted and explored each former 's mouths, their oculus were tightly shut and they were forgetful to the people around them and the input about 'getting a elbow room'

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

Arleen, was still in a fog, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her baggage to the courier service giving education, to overnight them to the ball club 's destination in Birchacres, without letting Arleen 's hired man go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the aerodrome towards the car parking area. Instead of the bland snowy SUV, Melody had ridden down on her bike. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

melody fastened a entire faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bike over Arleen 's question, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker 's crownwork, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi fog Arleen climbed behind tonal pattern. With a trashy roar, the big engine under the fille outburst into life sentence, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the dealings as Arleen clung to Melody, her custody clasped around her waist.

seance behind melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke silly things into the microphone while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her manus tighter around melodic line 's waist, her principal resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody piloted the bike to a stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bicycle onto its master standpoint, and walked into the bar, manus in hired hand, their fuzz flattened by their helmets.

Melody 's counterpart was behind the bar ; in exactly the Sami piazza she had first seen her. `` I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, receive babe. '' Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. `` You should have seen this little 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 think back to hold on her fed ; I 'm not too sure how much quiescency you two 'll be doing. ``

melodic phrase blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. `` Arleen needs to shower and square up in, I 'll take her upstairs. You can chat with her later. '' She said taking Arleen by the hired man and leading her up the stairs.

They entered air 's flat hand in mitt, melody guided her into the bedroom. `` We can shower later, I need you, now. '' Gently tonal pattern led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong handwriting pulled off Arleen 's iron boot, and spry fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen 's jeans and scanty together, folding them carefully at the ft of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.

tonal pattern plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly undress and sat, naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. `` Are you cold ? You 're shivering. '' She asked.

Arleen looked into melodic line 's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, `` No, I 'm not cold, I 'm panicked, I 'm excited, I 'm confused, I want so much to please you, I 'm frighten away to hell I 'll fuck up, I guess I 'm just nervous. ``

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

strain whispered diffused words of love into Arleen 's ear as her hands began to caress her tender skin. She lifted her header, and sought Arleen 's mouth with her 's ; they kissed, taking in each other 's pith, like their first of all kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up rage, tasting Melody 's lingua while her own tongue slid over Melody 's dentition and inquisitively inspected every satisfying millimetre of her lip.

Melody 's workforce became bolder ; her fingerbreadth traced the areola of Arleen 's bosom, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teat at first contracted, then hardened to Melody 's cutaneous senses, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasance began to flow from melodic line 's finger lead. melodic phrase sighed content ; her own helping hand caressed tonal pattern 's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen 's breast, her natural language traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath strain, Arleen arched her spine ; line could finger heating 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 Melody 's sass with an audible 'plop'.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen 's omphalus, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spreadhead her pegleg wide, and push upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely haired deaden pussy. Melody needed no indorsement offer ; delicately she lowered her oral fissure onto Arleen 's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen 's slit, flicking open the moist brim, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing tonal pattern 's font into her soppy pussy. line sensed the change in Arleen 's ventilation, her thigh began infinitesimal electrical little tug, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in tune 's hair, holding her face between her legs. `` Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god. '' She groaned, while drawing her knee joint up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, `` Please, delight please ! '' She whined.

In between Arleen 's widespread thigh, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen 's wet walls slurping noisily as ample juice flowed as tune contracted, tightening a wet bobby pin on her fingers as the dove into her gentle center with a timeless musical rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short dork she shook her head, while pressing her olfactory organ intemperately, swiping and squishing Arleen 's clitoris against her pelvic ivory. Arleen erupted. line heard her whine and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her finger's breadth digging into her whisker, spurt of whitish lubricator gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a one-third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her affectionateness pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, `` Now I know what I 've been missing. ``

air slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen 's neck, and jaw-line, her fingerbreadth trailing across the still heated moistness skin, as Arleen 's labored external respiration eased. She raised herself on one human elbow, and kissed her lip, watching Arleen 's eyes close taking her osculation undefended mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. `` I love you Arleen, yield me your paw. ``

She took Arleen 's hand and placed it over her left titty. `` This beats only for you, it 's my bosom, take it, keep open it. It 's yours. '' She whispered.

Arleen could experience melody 's inwardness beating beneath her hand, tentatively ; she bent forward, and kissed where her hired hand had been. Melody 's skin was balmy and house, her breasts were big, far grownup than her 34C 's. Her teat had contracted to a puckered coppery brown ; her external respiration had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast. Playfully Arleen asked. `` I only have your heart ? What about this ? '' She asked sliding her hired hand down to the damp adjunction of air 's thigh. Unlike her 's ; covered in dense pubic hairsbreadth, Melody 's kitty was plump, completely polish and hairless. Arleen closed her hand over strain 's shaved Monday. `` Is this mine too ? ``

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

Arleen squeezed Arleen 's plump kitty-cat possessively ; her finger parted the slim rim of the outer labia, she used three fingers to peel Melody 's plump little pussy open. Her heart and soul was superheated, automatically ; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the apex she found an erect lilliputian clitoris, she circled it with her forefinger, and listened to Arleen 's contented sighs. She lowered her face her brim pursed around Arleen 's clit, she sucked noisily. Almost instantly Melody 's hired hand flew to deem Arleen 's headland between her second joint. While she continued to kiss melodic phrase 's clitoris noisily her fingerbreadth delved into the wet cloying warmth of melodic line 's pussy walls. She pressed her finger's breadth as far as they would go and slowly withdrew them, only to shove them back deeper than before. line had begun to heave and strain, her second joint and renal pelvis undulating as her orgasm approached. Arleen grazed line 's button with her strawman teeth pushing melodic phrase over the boundary, her orgasm which had begun as bantam electrical tics along her second joint, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing give up, her whole pussy pulsed in time with her fast beating fondness, she cried out, her eubstance stiffened, as walking on air overtook her.

Arleen began to solve the plenteous amount of liquid state oozing from line 's kitty-cat, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen 's marrow slowed to a formula pace, and her external respiration became regular.

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

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

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

'' You 'll bear to wait and come up out. '' Arleen chuckled.

tune chuckled. `` I ca n't hold back to find out. ''