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She leaned into the mike. "Hi and welcome to the Rosécliffs Tavern, wins Mandi Wine I'm Arleen Armstrong, I'll be entertaining ya this summer, so ya'all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I don't mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it, I'll play 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 second before picking the Spanish beginning to the Eagle's 'Hotel California' on the Hohner, and substituting Rosécliffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to the table while the crowd clapped and cheered. She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. "That was really cool, Arleen, thank you." Thelma said. "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 Juelz Wine 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 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 wine bottle 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 skin to win 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. Laurie was in a forest with many, many, many trees. SMACK “Yes,” I groaned. This storm is supposed to last another day or two and it’ll be at least that long till the road is plowed and passable for your car. Both skin to win limos headed towards the airport. “What the hell?! 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The plan was for them to get caught and let Bella have a little of her own medicine. I'm going to kill him.” Just the thought of it started my pussy tingling. His hand moved in a blur, drawing a pistol from a holster at his side. They didn't tell me the truth about the convalescence, though. She sensed something in his new demeanour, his eyes looking more stern, something predatory laying behind them now. Once again, Amy felt the warmth and the first stirrings of an impending Mandi Wine orgasm. I moved my hands down and undone his belt, then the button and finally the zipper. “I’d love to fool around but I need to get myself and the house presentable, I’m having some company tonight.” Sam drawled. City Hall Juelz Wine won’t give us any more money. I'm pretty sure only the most highly paid escorts really know how to use this technique to keep their clients coming back! I just feel the urge to do it." When they started on her by kissing at first, then licking her nipples she was over the moon. “I remember the first time I sucked your Daddy's cock. I inhaled it deep into my lungs, and it smelled rotten.

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