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"It wasn't necessary, but it'll be great publicity for when we open. I'll put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that's ok?" She asked before continuing, "I like how you changed the words to Rosécliffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the 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!" Melody gushed. She turned bright red and started paying a great deal of attention to her salad. When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself, and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a little rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar; even though more servers were on duty they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts 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 significant other, both loved country music. Melody loved motorcycles; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a million other little things people having a couple of drinks tell each other without getting bogged down with personal private facts. They drank a few more fetish beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local studs while their husbands worked in the city. It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each other's company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and although Arleen was fine, Melody 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 can't drink, or hold her licker, for that matter, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence on her" She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone with 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 sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords, testing and tuning the strings, and began intricately picking and crooning Natasha's Beddingfield 'Unwritten' until she too fell asleep. Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open drapes of Melody's sitting room. The door to Melody's room was closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her face and used her fingers to rake her long dark hair into some semblance of normality. She left Melody's apartment and wandered downstairs, and was surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar. They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said, "Don't think badly of Mel, she just isn't a drinker, Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day. Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did better at school too. Then there's that Thelma's straight, but Mel isn'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 afternoon flight, direct, this time, Toronto to Nashville, I guess I Big Boobs should pack my things and get out of amateur here, after last night I guess I'm not wanted." She Hairy said trying to comprehend what John's comment about Thelma being straight but Mel wasn't, meant. "Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I'm sure Thel and Mel will MILF 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 pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the airport. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John drove faster, the conversation and companionship wasn'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 departure lounge and had arrived for her flight a good two hours early. The flight back went without a hitch, she caught a cab home and was just ready to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, "Hi this is Arleen." "Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a good time? I hope you had a good flight back." Everyone had stopped snogging and was staring at Lizzie. They have chaparoens and everything. He would sail by close to my boat often. John withdrew from my throat, holding my head up by a fistful of hair, also pumped himself hard. She held it for a moment before gagging and coughing. I began stroking her hair, amateur letting her know I was enjoying her story. Her vagina ached. By her calling me cute, and that tells me I have somewhat of a chance with her. I was hardly accosted at all on Hairy my way to the meeting room of the Purity Society. He smiled at her, “If that’s what you’d like MILF Tina.” But the words could not escape her body. Big Boobs And fetish then just pounded the shit out of her.