She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her phone and dialed, it had
barely rung once before Melody picked up. Naked she answered, “Hi
this is Arleen.”
“Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a good time? Bhabhi You say you aren’t a
lesbian, so where do we go? Melody plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly undressed and sat,
naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. “You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first
Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. The next day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the time
before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen
became adept at slipping past before he could slither any closer. I don’t
understand whats happening here. “Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I’ll leave them in an
envelope for you, at reception, just asks my secretary.
