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Begonia And do not forget the pitter pat of little feet coming to your door asking for a drink of water at the worst time.

Flamehair thank you for enjoying.

Chapter 11

Isabel had dreamed of an outdoor wedding. When she was thinking about marriage to Jesse she had talked with her mom about this kind of wedding. At that time her mother had been adamantly against this, but her mom had been adamantly against everything as Isabel remembered. Her mother had used excuses like bugs would be a problem. Now that he was on her side, Max just shrugged. A mild blast of force from either himself or Michael from time to time should take care of any bug problem.

The Breckworths arrived a week before the wedding. They were from New England and they weren’t sure what their son had found out in the wild southwest. Carter Breckworth was a stoic military man. He had been disappointed that his son Reginald hadn’t followed him into the military. There was nothing Reggie could ever do to convince the Colonel that the military just wasn’t for him. Carter took some solace in the fact that Reginald had joined the FBI. His contacts in Washington had informed him when Reginald had been tapped for the special unit. Carter didn’t think spooks rated the same respect as the active military, but the spooks or spies, as that is what Carter thought of when he was in the presence of intelligence agencies, he could understand.

Last year, Reginald had called his folks and told them he was leaving the FBI and going to Roswell to teach. Carter had to buy a map to see where Roswell was. Trouble is, there are many Roswells. They are in Texas, Georgia, California as well as New Mexico. Carter had to call back and ask which Roswell did Reginald mean. Reggie told him the one in New Mexico. Carter immediately went on line. Maybe the internet would have answers. Roswell, New Mexico, the home of the aliens. Oh, now Carter understood. His son was on some hush, hush operation tracking illegal aliens crossing the border. Since 9-11, there had been great fears about these people. Then Carter read further. Roswell was the home of the great UFO crash. Carter knew that the FBI was interested in extra-terrestrials. Maybe, Reginald was working undercover with the special unit. Carter, as did most of the in people in the intelligence service, knew that Pierce had closed down the special unit. He, as did many, wondered why? Well maybe, it was a cover and his son was in the forefront in a battle to save Earth.

Edna Breckworth was a military wife. She knew when to assert herself and when to keep quiet. She, alone, understood what the intelligence of her son had cost him. She understood his loneliness. She had, for so long, hoped for a daughter-in-law and, of course, the resulting grandchildren. She was as surprised as Carter when Reginald announced he was heading for New Mexico. When he sent her a picture of Isabel and himself taken by Max, she saw the joy on his face and, also, the happiness that appeared on the face of the young woman. She couldn’t imagine living on the salary of a teacher, but if that was what Reginald wanted, she would be happy.

Carter met the Evanses. He was pleased that Philip and Diane were both lawyers. He nodded his head in understanding when Diane explained she had quit practicing law when she took over the raising of her adopted children. When Max met Carter he almost had a heart attack. Reggie was accepted, but his father was as dangerous as anyone Max had met. Reggie caught Max soon after he heard that Max had met his father. “Stay away from the old man, Max. He won’t be back to New Mexico again. He doesn’t approve of anything I do, but my mother can usually handle him.” Max frowned, as did Michael later, when they were discussing Isabel’s father-in-law to be.

The wedding plans proceeded as the week went on. Gowns had to be fitted, tuxes rented and flowers arranged. Philip was determined that this wedding would come off like Isabel wanted. Max and Michael were supportive, but Max, as advised again by his almost brother-in-law, stayed away from Carter Breckworth. Edna was right beside Diane, Isabel and the girls in arranging things. Mothers of sons can also enjoy the female things about a wedding.

Everything about the wedding was going fine up to the rehearsal dinner. Carter had picked out a tribal casino outside of Roswell. The Roswellians were a little concerned because this casino had been involved with trouble before. Yes, it was fancy, but some of the patrons were a little shady. Isabel got the giggles while they were rehearsing. Edna and the rest of the women found the giggles catching. Carter was much too dignified to take much part in frivolities. They were served dinner and after the toasts and rest of the required activities, Carter took a walk to enjoy one of his illegal Cuban cigars. He shook his head as he walked in the desert night air. There was a wind as the ground cooled and the night was filled with sounds. Carter couldn’t understand why educated people would want to live here. He was wondering why his son was here. He couldn’t say anything because if his son was undercover, he didn’t want to blow the cover by having too much knowledge. Carter had been all around the world. He had been a military man since his teens. In this time, he had met many people. As a commander in many strange places, Carter had made many enemies. In the streets of a town, Carter was always on his guard. Out here in this desolate place in which Carter was still having trouble placing his son, Carter just didn’t feel there was any need to be on his guard.

Jean Delouse, had also fought in wars all over the world. As a mercenary, he had as many loses as he had victories. He, normally, took them both in stride. There had been one time when he went up against an advisor with the American army. The man was young and Jean was sure his forces would find an easy victory. He had laid a trap and as he waited for the forces with the American advisor, he was sure he would show his masters his superiority over even the Americans. He was so sure that his experience over this pup would bring him glory and wealth. Those he fought for were, at the time, flying a red flag of communism, but Jean knew they didn’t care any more about ideology than he did. The Soviets just paid the bills while his masters played the game. When the war was over, the Soviets would be no more welcomed than the Americans.

Jean in Roswell was meeting with a group planning his next sortie. Imagine his surprise when he saw his nemesis. There was a wedding party among all the frivolities, Jean saw the father of the groom and it was Carter Breckworth. Jean was brought back to Angola so long ago. He had laid his trap and, somehow, scouts sent out by the American advisor had detected him. Normally, they would have stormed down on the enemy they detected seeking glory in battle. These scouts, not at all tribal like, had retreated and informed the advisor about the trap laid just ahead. The tribal leaders, being backed by the Americans, expected Carter to take charge of the counter ambush. He just shook his head. If he disappeared from the group, the ambushers would know something was up. Carter arranged for half of the party to carefully break off at places where their movements couldn’t be followed. He led the rest himself as they marched straight for Jean’s carefully laid place of attack. Carter broke out an American flag and set it up. He brazenly strode at the head of the column. Jean was anticipating his victory so much that he didn’t see that half of the men were gone, until they came over the hill from the rear. Jean spent five years in a stinking labor camp and the American was awarded with great praise.

Now walking with that same arrogant stride was Carter Breckworth. Imagine finding him in this desolate country! The men Jean was talking with picked Roswell New Mexico because they didn’t think any one would spot them. Jean was carrying a Glock 19 a reliable, but relatively inexpensive pistol. He managed to pick up a gun in whatever country he was in. Jean was always armed. Jean waited until Carter was just beyond the lighted area. The glow of the cigar and, also, the scent of the rich Cuban tobacco guided Jean. As Carter stood at the courtyard wall and was looking across the desert, Jean crept up.

Reginald Breckworth was getting married. He had met the girl of the files he had studied for so long. He had quit his job and moved to a land where he definitely was an outsider. She had a brother and a sort-of brother and their families which didn’t complete trust him, but they were trying. Reggie was completely in love. It wasn’t just a girl he had met at work. It was a dream he had constructed during the many lonely days he had read files and made reports for the FBI. Now, his construction had flesh and blood. Well, blood with a few green cells thrown in. He wished he didn’t have to fear his father. The old man would have led the special unit if he had been given a chance. Reggie had pledged to himself that he would protect Isabel from any harm and if it meant fighting his father, he would do it. The old man had been a bit surly, but that was his way. The photographer wanted to get some family portraits before they left for the evening. Reggie knew he could find his father by the cigar smoke if nothing else. One thing being in mostly a smoke free environment had done was to increase his sense of smell. He was trailing his father like a bloodhound. At the end of the courtyard, the path stopped at a place which overlooked the desert. That is just the place the old man would go if he was thinking. As Reggie was approaching the glow, in the distance, he saw a shadow come out and Reggie knew that stance. The shadow was targeting his father. Reggie reached for his weapon. Alas, Reggie hadn’t been in New Mexico long enough to get a New Mexico permit. Even if he had, Reggie knew he wouldn’t have carried a gun to his wedding rehearsal. Reggie let out a yell of warning. The only thing he could think of was the carnival cry of “Hey, Rube.”

Carter heard the scream and turned. He saw the shadow. He knew that stance. In the next millisecond, Carter knew that he would be shot. He, likewise, was not armed. Why would he carry a weapon, legal or otherwise, to his son’s wedding rehearsal. In the flash of the Glock, Carter saw the face he had almost forgotten of Jean Delouse. The bullet struck him and he heard the scream again. Before Jean could react, he was hit by the son of the man, he most hated. Reggie didn’t realize until that minute how much his father really meant to him. Jean prepared to deal with this man. He should be easy for a man as experienced as Jean. Reggie had trained well. Most of his job had been at a desk, but one of the things that the special unit noticed about the young man was that even though he was a desk jockey, he worked out and took regular refresher courses in defense.

Jean feinted to the left and was expecting for the young man to follow. Then, he would come up with a right hand swing and end the match quickly. What he didn’t expect was for Reggie to take out his knee cap with a kick, that if he had ever played football, would have earned Reggie a scholarship. Jean fell. His leg just collapsed. He pointed his pistol at Reggie. He would have preferred to settle this quietly, but he would just have to risk another shot.

Isabel was holding a glass of sparkling wine. She was laughing at some joke that her new mother-in-law to be had just made. Isabel was liking Edna more and more. She suddenly dropped her glass. She had never felt such pain and despair. “Michael, Max, Reggie is in trouble,” she cried. Before any of the people, could react, the three aliens were out the door. The others were stunned for several seconds and when they tried to follow, they found two women had tripped and blocked the door. Maria swore she was going to make Isabel pay for the shoes that she had broken the high heels off of. The people had to help Maria and Liz up and they both feigned pain. It wasn’t hard to do because falling purposely like they did, had, indeed, been painful.

Outside even with heels and skirts, Isabel could run when she feared for her love. They saw in the dim light one man crumpled and two others facing each other. The one closest was Reggie even though he was facing away from them. The other had a Glock and was fixing to fire. Michael the soldier, stopped. He let loose a power blast at the shooter and, at the same time, Max erected a shield between Reggie and the stranger. Jean fired. He was disgusted because more people were coming. If this turned into a blood bath, he could kiss his job good-bye. He, also, would be lucky to get away himself. The small pellet from the Glock sped toward its target. But there was a green haze before the man who had attacked him. Then, Jean felt a blow that flung him into the desert. Jean, like a cat, landed on his feet and was running low. Michael started to give chase. Isabel shouted, “Michael, help Max. Reggie’s father has been hit. Michael couldn’t do both. He would have to give Max cover and let the perpetrator go. As the people began to come down the walk, Michael stopped them. He ordered several to call an ambulance and the others he ordered to go find security. He conveniently kept any of them from getting close to Max as he worked over Carter. Isabel and Reggie were standing behind Max. Max took Carter’s head and saw his eyes flutter. “Look at me, Mr. Breckworth. Just look at me,” Max ordered.

Reggie knew how Max worked, but it was different watching his father’s life slip away than it was to be the groggy recipient as he had been before.

Carter Breckworth felt his life was almost over. Well, he was going like he wanted. He was to die in a battle. He had heard his son yell twice and he feared for Reginald’s life. He really loved Reginald, but he had no way to show it. Reginald was just so different from anyone Carter had ever known. He opened his eyes. Some stranger was holding his head. Why wouldn’t they just let him go? The stranger kept telling him to open his eyes. Wait, it was that strange brother of the girl Reginald was determined to marry. What did he have to do with Carter’s trip to the end? The stranger was so insistent. Maybe, if he humored the man, he would go away. Carter willed him self to open his eyes. His body had to obey. No one, even Carter, disobeyed Carter. For a minute, his vision cleared and he felt a warmth in his belly. Carter had been shot several times. He had given several purple heart medals to Reginald to play with when he was young. Edna always thought it was ghoulish but Carter told her that he had survived. He didn’t need medals. The other times he had been shot, it hadn’t felt warm like it was now. The shock took away all pain until it wore off. Then, it hurt like hell. He was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. This was not like Carter. He looked down and saw that Max’s hand was glowing. That was the source of the warmth. Reginald was holding his hand. That wasn’t very manly. His other hand was being held by what was her name now? Carter hadn’t paid as much attention to the wedding plans as he should have. She was a beautiful girl. No wonder Reginald had picked her. Reginald hadn’t gone with many girls. How did he rate this beauty? If she was Reginald’s choice, Carter was sure he had researched her toughly. That was Reginald, he researched every thing. Carter could hear several people calling and running toward him in the background.

Max bent close to his ear, “Don’t say anything, our lives depend upon it! That includes the life of your son! Tomorrow, we will answer your questions.”

Max helped Carter stand. He was standing behind him. Isabel was holding on to one arm and Reginald holding on to the other. Carter could swear that Isabel was crying. Security was the first to arrive. They wanted identities all around. When they saw Carter Breckworth’s identity card, they immediately became more respectful and attentive. They took the story that Michael had thought up. Carter had been shot at and Reginald jumped the shooter. Reginald, being ex-FBI, had punched the shooter who bled all over Carter. Michael had chased the man, but he disappeared into the desert. No, none of them knew who he was. That was pretty good for Michael. Especially since he thought it up while controlling the crowd and everything else that was going on.
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Smugglers of Antar this is a Max Liz story of adventure and action. It takes place in the southwest and in northern Mexico. it is the second in the series Liz of the Desert.. so far there are three stories planned in this series. This character of Liz is my favorite that i have created.
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Flamehair and begonia9508 After I wrote this part I looked at it again. What I did was create two very different personalities. Carter is one who puts his job first, but as he ages, like many, he reflects back, on was that the best decision. If he hadn’t reflected about this we could all be worried. This is contrasted by Reginald. Reginald is clearly an extremely intelligent man. So intelligent that those who hired him had no idea of what he was. Reginald was one of the few who by his reading had the complete picture of the alien children. Now Carter was faced by his son who saw beyond his job. A son who saw when his job was mistaken and a son brave enough to correct the mistake. Carter, as he is growing older, must think about the bravery of his son. He would also learn to love his grandchildren.

Chapter 12

Edna was with Diane. Carter, in clean clothes, his shirt and jacket from last night in a sack, told everyone that he and Reginald had some guy things to do. Edna thought this was good because Carter didn’t usually pay that much attention to Reginald. Reginald and Carter had a meeting with the aliens and their spouses. They met at Michael’s house and the children were playing in the enclosed back yard. Carter saw the two children of Max and Liz. He saw the careful glances they gaveevery thing. These glances were so like their father. He saw the dark hair and elfin features that showed their mother, Liz. He saw the children of Michael and Maria. They were huskier, but they had the beauty of Maria and, also, the strength of their father. These children were respectful and well behaved. That was so unlike so many of the children of friends he had back home. These parents were very careful about the raising of their kids. Carter next looked at Maria and Liz. Maria was still limping so Max told her to sit down. He took her ankle in his hands which began to glow. Soon she smiled and said, “Thanks Max. I wish I could fall like those actresses and not get hurt.” Everyone except Carter laughed. He didn’t know the whole story.

“You said you would explain everything. So, I am listening,” he said.

Reginald started off, “Dad, I want you to know that I will defend Isabel and her brothers and their families against anything. Even you, if necessary.” Reginald waited for this to sink in. “It started when I was in the FBI. I was a reader and analyzer of material that came across my desk. There came a story about several children who had some mysterious powers. Pictures of these, now, teens began to come across my desk and one of them was Isabel. It was said they were aliens. Because I had the ability to see more than just the written story, I was invited to join the special unit. I found the unit was run by ruthless men. They were dedicated to capturing and, eventually, killing these aliens. They were right about me being able to see more behind the written reports. The more I read, the more I was convinced that whatever these children, now grown to teens were, they were not dangerous if left alone. The pictures of Isabel captivated me. I started my own study on her. For years, information poured in. Even when the special unit was disbanded, the information came in across my desk. I fell in love with a case file. Cousin Pam wrote me that Isabel was working at her school. I quit the FBI and took a position teaching Math. That is the way I met Isabel and found all I had seen in the files did not do her justice. I will defend her and all those around her.

Reginald sat down and grasped the hand of Isabel. The three aliens looked at each other. They didn’t know how to start. It was Liz. “Many years ago, three children were found wandering in the desert. One of them ran away, but the other two were found and adopted by the Evanses. The one who ran away was eventually put into the welfare system. The three of them grew up going to public school together. In our sophomore year, I was shot. Max healed me just like he did you. If you look at your stomach, you will find a silver handprint. We do not know why, but it is a byproduct of receiving power. It will be gone in a day or two. We all spent our time in high school running from the FBI, bad aliens and, finally, one of our own who had gone outlaw. Isabel lost her boyfriend in her senior year because of an alien just like us. The woman who killed Alex, Isabel’s boyfriend, was raised by a psycho killer She managed to find herself in a ship that left Earth. We don’t say all aliens are good, but we are. All we want to do is raise our families in peace.”

This was much better put than the aliens themselves would have told it. The six young people all watched Mr. Breckworth. Reggie knew that his father was governed by a very complicated set of rules. Reggie had been in enough covert operations to know that sometimes you just have to make rules as you go. He also knew that Carter could be the devil about protocol and how it ruled at the most inconvenient times. Carter turned to his son. “What did you learn about the aliens while you were reading the files that convinced you that they were not dangerous?”

“Dad, they can be dangerous. I said they were not dangerous if left alone. They will defend themselves. Their means of defense are not for normal people to have. They are not a national security risk, nor are they a national security asset. They are just people who want to live out their lives.” Reginald declared this proudly before his father.

Liz called to her two children. They came in and looked at Carter with their large inquiring eyes. “As generations go on, their genes will be absorbed in the gene pool. If they do develop anything, let it be by slow evolution,” Liz declared. She sent the two children back outside to play. “Your grandchildren will be just like them; sweet intelligent children. What we must have is your promise to not tell anyone that Max healed you.”
Did they heal you?” Carter looked at his son.

Yes, Dad, they did. I had an accident and Max saved my life. Someday, I might tell you all about it. Now, we need to believe you will support us.” Reggie said.

Carter noticed that Reggie said, “Support us.” He already considered himself part of this group. Carter had always put his country first. Family came after duty to your country. He realized that Edna didn’t like this, but she said she had made an agreement and she would live with it. Carter knew that Reginald had always been bitter that his father had been gone so much. Carter tried to teach Reginald that duty to country was paramount. He had an idea that Reginald never believed this. Carter walked to the window. He had personally known Pierce. Pierce was a man who didn’t let anything get in the way of his duty. Pierce, also, was an ass when it came to being sensible. Carter had been a party to the raving of the members of the special unit. They wanted to find something to do with telepathy. Carter had been distanced from the FBI sources when his son announced that he had joined.

“Dad, I read all the reports of the special unit. I am probably the only person who read everything. Most of the unit was too segregated to see an over all picture. Each division had it own agenda. I was with the whole story. Max and Liz were just a fairy tale love story complete with handsome prince and maiden to be rescued. Michael and Maria were the honeymooners in real life. Jacky Gleeson could have played Michael and they could have continued the show with Michael and Maria. Isabel is the tragic figure. It is reading about her that caused me to fall in love with a case number. Just remember that I am now one of them.” Reginald didn’t know how much his statement would sway his father.

Michael had been quiet for sometime. “If I am right, you knew the man who tried to kill you, didn’t you.” he said as he thoughtfully looked at Carter.

Carter smiled at Michael, “Yes, I defeated him in Africa many years ago. He has always hated me. And Michael, you are right in what you may be getting at. We should be trying to find him rather than any bickering with each other.” Carter turned to Max as the nominal leader. “Max, I will watch you carefully. If I ever think you are a risk to national security, I will turn you in even if it means loosing my own son. For now, I think we will just keep this amongst our group. “

There was a collected sigh within the group. Tomorrow, there was a wedding to put on.

The rehearsal was over. One day of preparation and on to the real thing. Isabel had picked a park for her wedding. Her mother started to say something. When Isabel thought she was going to marry Jesse, the wedding planner, a conceited, opinionated woman, gave Diane every excuse to not have the ceremony outside. Diane was intending to bring up the many reasons for not having the wedding in the park. Philip smiled as he softly put his hand around his wife’s mouth. “Dear, I will foot the bill for a complete bug extermination if this is what Isabel wants. It is her wedding and we will support her in this.” Diane just sighed and leaned against Philip’s chest. She was so hoping it would all work well for Isabel. Just before everything started, Michael and Max, from behind respective trees, let loose high frequency bursts of energy. This would discourage any marauding bugs for sometime.

Since she was a little girl, Isabel had always dreamed of wearing her mother’s wedding dress. It was almost a hundred years old and maybe even earlier. It had belonged to her mother’s mother. Diane had had it remade when she wore it almost 30 years ago. Isabel took it and when no one except Liz and Maria were present, she used alien powers and fitted it to herself. The girls had more modern dresses, but Isabel was going to follow the tradition of her adoptive mother and grandmother. The dress was a little hot but with alien magic, Isabel lined it with a wicking material that would make it cooler. Maria had a friend who made a round cake with a small step for the second layer. Only the group understood that this stood for a flying saucer. Isabel was like Max in that she sometimes wondered if aliens had any part in Earth’s religions. They knew nothing of any religions from their planet, so to Diane’s joy, she asked the preacher that Diane and Philip had known for many years to perform the marriage.

Philip now had lived long enough to see his children reconciled. This was something that, at one time, he feared that he would never live to see. He also walked Isabel toward a young man. She had told her father that she was very much in love with him and he had loved her so much that he had travel across the country to find her. To his credit, Philip didn’t understand what she meant at all.

After the ceremony, Isabel and Reggie started their first dance. Isabel was so happy. She felt that she had lost so much. Now she had found a man who knew everything about her and he never wavered about his love for her. She would always wonder what if the others in her life had not been whisked away. Now, she would live the life she was dealt and make the best of what probably was a very good choice. Diane danced with Reggie while Philip danced with his daughter.

There was the time when Max stood up to make the groom’s toast. He clanked his wine glass with a spoon. Everyone got quiet. Max cleared his throat. Liz had told him that what he said today would be the final binding to the old relationship he and Isabel had shared when they were children. Liz told Max to think about what this meant to him, then, say something to show to Isabel that he was now considering her life and her choices as equal to his own. It took Max sometime to think about this. “Isabel means more to me than anyone else except for my wife. This fraternal affection I hold for her has, in the past, blinded me to what her friendship really has always meant to me. Caring for Isabel does not mean I should second guess her decisions. It does mean that no matter what I think about her choices in life, I will remain constant and close. To be her loving brother means that I will stand by her and trust her no matter what life brings. It means that I will support her, rather than try to advise her. It means that her choice of husband will be accepted as a welcome addition to our family. It means I will accept my new brother-in-law as a brother. That doesn’t mean we will agree about everything, but we will try to find ways to accommodate each other because we both love the same person, Isabel. I do know that striving harder to keep our family at peace with each other will improve my ability to walk.” Max bent to rub his ankle. Those who knew him best laughed and looked at Liz who just grinned. Max continued, “To Isabel and her new husband, Reginald Breckworth, to know everything about each other is just the start. To accept everything about each other is what will make a long and loving marriage.” The audience all applauded, even though the last statement was to cryptic for any but those closest to the couple to understand. The celebration went into the night. Toward the end, the happy couple slipped off to an awaiting car that Max had provided. They shouldn’t have trusted him. The cans and geegaws tied to back of the vehicle made a fearful racket.

Max and Liz danced and he looked into her eyes. Liz could sense that Max wanted to say something. She finally said, “What, Max, what do you want to say?”

Max just held her tightly and whispered, “I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you that night for not leaving before you talked to me once more. Thank you for staying up all night and, then, giving me the best ultimatium of my life. Thank you for believing that even though I was behaving like an ass, you still wanted to be Mrs. Max Evans. Thank you for all your guidance since you have become my wife.”

Liz stretched as high as she could. Even in her high heels, she was still a ways from his ear. Max bent closer to her and she whispered, “Max, you are welcome.” Then, she kissed him.

Carter and Edna were dancing together. Their only son was now married. Carter wondered what the wedding would bring. Edna was satisfied. She had met Isabel’s family and, even though she was not sure why any sensible person would choose to live in this wild southwestern country, she found Diane and Philip congenial people. She wondered at the closeness of the young people who flocked around Isabel. Now they seemed to flock around Reginald, also. “I think she will make a charming daughter-in-law, Carter. I think Reginald did well in his choice of a wife,” Edna softly said to her husband.

Carter, for a minute, said nothing. “There is a lot more to Reginald than I ever thought. I am sure, also, that there is a lot more to his wife than we will ever know,” he replied quietly.

Edna pressed her face against his chest. Carter was always so sure of himself. She found it refreshing that here was a mystery that he couldn’t immediately unravel. “Carter, when we get grandchildren, we will know all we need to know about any mysteries concerning either of our children.”

Diane was dancing with Philip. They were going to have to leave soon. It was just more difficult to stay up late than it used to be. “I do so hope she made the right decision,” she said.

Philip just hugged her to himself, “It is the right choice since it is her choice.”

Michael whispered in Maria’s ear, “Let’s go. There is something about weddings that makes me want, more than ever, to get you home to bed. The bride and groom left with Max’s help hours ago.”

Maria just smiled and led Michael out to their car.

No one had seen Pam and Sean. Since Sean had been drafted to fill out the wedding party, Maria wondered if something had happened to him, but right now, she had her own love to cater.

Sean and Pam? They had been screwing at her apartment for several hours. Sean thought he was a real lover, but Pam had worn him down to a wilted nubbin.

That night, the senior Evans family was celebrating the wedding of their adopted daughter. Philip was celebrating what he was sure of; that Max and Isabel, finally, were at peace with each other. Philip held his bride of over 30 years. They had no way of knowing about the modern love of their children. Philip did know that he loved his wife and he hoped that Reginald had as long a love as he and Diane had. They both had aches and pains which were just products of age. They both held and loved each other in a wish for the future of their daughter.

Carter was gone so much that sometimes he neglected the homefires. It was a homefire which had produced a son. Yes, Reginald was a son who he could well be proud of. He could, also, be proud of his wife. She had put up with so much in the time they had been married. He was retired now and he made a resolution that as his son started off on a new married bliss, he, Carter, would try to renew the love he had always felt for Edna.

Of course, that night Max and Liz affirmed their love for each other. Liz in her logical mind thought that weddings are truly a time for all to renew the vows that they made to each other. The tenderness of Max that evening belied the temper that he used to show in times of stress. Hey, they now had their very own FBI man in their family. As he wrapped Liz’s naked body against his own, Max wasn’t afraid any more of being a king. He was now the brother of a wonderful woman and married to another. They were friends of many and Carter Breckworth was going to prove an interesting addition to the “I love an alien,” family.

It was three in the morning. “Aw come on Sean, just one more time!” Pam was pulling at his arm which was limp. His whole body was limp. He had never met a woman like this new in-law of the Evans family.


This ends a story about Isabel finding her independence. It also created a character that I have begun to like very much. In the special, unit are we sure that there was no one intelligent enough to question their actions. Education and intelligence usually defeats single minded operations that are mistaken in their objectives. Thank you for following.

I am not sure what I will do next. I have my series of Max and Liz as archeological investigators in Smugglers of Antar. I am also looking at a canon story about couples learning to get by previous actions and learning that the past shouldn’t separate them from who they really love. I then have, a true western, the crash happened in 1891 and the four aliens grow up on a ranch. Of course they save the sheepherders daughter when she is shot. Along with Kivar meeting them at the OK corral in Roswell. Until then thank you once again. Ken r
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