Re: Aliens & Witches CC, teen p 9 ch 23 Oct 31, 2010
Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 11:31 am
begonia9508
XAF RU208
keepsmiling7
mary mary
Chapter 24
One of the most useful events for young romance is for parents to occasionally feel compelled to be gone for a weekend and leave their children to take care of the house. Some children can loose any trust their parents have for them and throw a party. Yes, this makes them popular with their friends, but when the parents return they are sure to find out. The other thing is for the young people to have a quiet tryst taking advantage of the responsibility of not allowing anything to happen to cause their parents worry.
That might include a little lying to one set of parents, but is that unusual? The Whitmans were scheduled to travel to Washington to arrange the introduction of the aliens to the State Department. Maria invited Isabel to a slumber party. Isabel had never been included in the parties Maria and Liz shared. That is all right because she wouldn’t attend this one either. Alex blew his kiss of thanks at Maria and she smiled.
When Isabel arrived at the Whitman home, Alex having picked her up at Maria’s home, she saw that he had already arranged delivery. Young people are not usually particular. It can be Italian, Chinese, Thai or any relatively simple meal. The candles he lit and the music he had programmed were what made the start of the evening memorable. After the meal, they retired first to the living room. The music made a beginning of dancing progress. Soon, they fell to the couch and a heated session of petting. Suddenly, Isabel stopped. She was resting her head on Alex’s chest.
“You know Alex, when I saw you through the eyes of the bees, it was the first time I felt hope. Liz and Maria had disappeared and the men in black were preparing to remove us. We thought we had lost all of you. I didn’t know what the bees were doing, but Amy made them create a calm when they settled on my face. I knew, then, that someone was trying to save us,” Isabel explained.
Alex was cradling her head in his arm and pulling her closer. He was kissing her face and reveling in the fact this beautiful girl loved him. “Just knowing you were still alive made me happy. Amy assured me that we would find all of you, but she was doing things that I didn’t understand,” he explained.
Isabel wasn’t as seductive as the girls she ate with. “Alex, I promised that when I was ready I wanted to make love with you. I am ready, now,” Isabel stated.
“Me to, Izzy,” and Alex led her into the guest room. Wel, you wouldn’t expect a teen boy to take his girl to his room if he could help it, would you?
Later as they lay in each other’s arms Isabel said, “Alex, I know you intend to go to college next year. Is there anyway we could go to the same school?”
“We can try, Izzy. We both need college, but we need each other, also,” Alex murmured as he nuzzled her sweet smelling hair.
Max and Liz had been walking for most of the morning. They were walking along the hills just north of Roswell. Originally, at least that is what they had told Liz’s folks, they were on a nature hike. What they really wanted was time alone to discuss the things that they recently had endured. “Max, it isn’t too early to start thinking about college,” Liz said.
“Yeah I know, but I usually let things just happen,” Max replied.
“Max, if we are a couple, you just can’t do that. We have to make plans,” Liz explained.
“I know Liz, I never really know what is coming. I heard that Mr. Whitman, or is it Major Whitman or something, was back in Washington talking to the State Department. How much choice am I going to have after I talk to them?” Max asked.
“That is just it, Max. They intend to treat with you as an adult. You have the right to make demands. You have to be prepared to demand what you want to do with your life. You have to decide how much you want me in this future, also,” Liz stated.
They had been sitting on the edge of an arroyo, their legs dangling over the edge. About six feet below on the arroyo floor, lizards were running in and out of a pile of tumble weeds. Many times when looking for order in his life at school, Max would watch a fly or a spider. Was there any order in what they did? Max always guessed to the fly or spider there seemed to be order, but he couldn’t see it. That is how Max felt now. He was watching the lizards and they darted in and out of the tumble weeds. At his side, he had Liz. She had given as much to him as he had to her. She needed order. Don’t most girls need order? If they don’t have order, how can they look toward motherhood and a secure home? Max saw one lizard dart to a large ant that was crossing the arroyo floor. That Lizard had order. It knew exactly what it was doing. It found food. The lack of order was only apparent to an outsider. If Max wanted to know that Liz would always be with him, he had to give her what she needed. “When Mr. Whitman brings the State Department people, will you be with me? Will you advise me where I might falter?” he asked.
“Max, of course, I will. We just have to talk over what your options are,” Liz whispered. She leaned into Max and soon her hand was inside his shirt. There, for the first time, Liz felt the amulet. Liz had never wanted to wear an amulet to win love. Liz and Amy had given Max the amulet to protect her. Amy had made sure that Liz put enough of herself into the small silk bag so that Max would constantly think about Liz. Max did have a blanket strapped to his pack. They made use of it that day and not for any picnic.
Amy’s ambition was just to see Maria grown. Amy thought, her indiscretions had begun when she left her Grandmother and met Carlos in Taos. Her grandmother had felt that the young girl needed to make up her own mind what was to become of her as she lived life. Grandmother O’hare, believed that things happen and a person should accept them as they came and make the best of them. Grandmother O’hare would have loved Max. She had been very free in the way she raised her granddaughter, but she had tried to instill strength and fortitude in the child. Now, the child wanted to run away from home. Grandmother O’hare hoped Amy would be strong enough to accept responsibility for what she did.
This wasn’t what Amy wanted for Maria. Maria was almost 18. Amy was sure that Maria was much better prepared than she had been at facing the world. The bra left on the coach that evening, made Amy sure that Maria and Michael had taken that next step. Amy was surprised when Maria told her one night that she and Michael were preparing to take their education further than high school. Maria was trying to be very straight with her mother. “Mom, Michael and I can move in together and working part time, using the lottery scholarship, we can attend college at least for a while. Michael wants to study accounting and business. He wants to open a restaurant like the Parkers have. I want to study music with the plan of getting a degree in music education. I can teach music in the schools, Maria explained. “Mom, don’t worry. I want to always be close so I can carry on Liz’s grandmother’s heritage. We must never loose the “Shop of Hope.”
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Are you young? Are you old? in the story I Heard You Calling young and old come together. they see how much they have to give each other.
XAF RU208
keepsmiling7
mary mary
Chapter 24
One of the most useful events for young romance is for parents to occasionally feel compelled to be gone for a weekend and leave their children to take care of the house. Some children can loose any trust their parents have for them and throw a party. Yes, this makes them popular with their friends, but when the parents return they are sure to find out. The other thing is for the young people to have a quiet tryst taking advantage of the responsibility of not allowing anything to happen to cause their parents worry.
That might include a little lying to one set of parents, but is that unusual? The Whitmans were scheduled to travel to Washington to arrange the introduction of the aliens to the State Department. Maria invited Isabel to a slumber party. Isabel had never been included in the parties Maria and Liz shared. That is all right because she wouldn’t attend this one either. Alex blew his kiss of thanks at Maria and she smiled.
When Isabel arrived at the Whitman home, Alex having picked her up at Maria’s home, she saw that he had already arranged delivery. Young people are not usually particular. It can be Italian, Chinese, Thai or any relatively simple meal. The candles he lit and the music he had programmed were what made the start of the evening memorable. After the meal, they retired first to the living room. The music made a beginning of dancing progress. Soon, they fell to the couch and a heated session of petting. Suddenly, Isabel stopped. She was resting her head on Alex’s chest.
“You know Alex, when I saw you through the eyes of the bees, it was the first time I felt hope. Liz and Maria had disappeared and the men in black were preparing to remove us. We thought we had lost all of you. I didn’t know what the bees were doing, but Amy made them create a calm when they settled on my face. I knew, then, that someone was trying to save us,” Isabel explained.
Alex was cradling her head in his arm and pulling her closer. He was kissing her face and reveling in the fact this beautiful girl loved him. “Just knowing you were still alive made me happy. Amy assured me that we would find all of you, but she was doing things that I didn’t understand,” he explained.
Isabel wasn’t as seductive as the girls she ate with. “Alex, I promised that when I was ready I wanted to make love with you. I am ready, now,” Isabel stated.
“Me to, Izzy,” and Alex led her into the guest room. Wel, you wouldn’t expect a teen boy to take his girl to his room if he could help it, would you?
Later as they lay in each other’s arms Isabel said, “Alex, I know you intend to go to college next year. Is there anyway we could go to the same school?”
“We can try, Izzy. We both need college, but we need each other, also,” Alex murmured as he nuzzled her sweet smelling hair.
Max and Liz had been walking for most of the morning. They were walking along the hills just north of Roswell. Originally, at least that is what they had told Liz’s folks, they were on a nature hike. What they really wanted was time alone to discuss the things that they recently had endured. “Max, it isn’t too early to start thinking about college,” Liz said.
“Yeah I know, but I usually let things just happen,” Max replied.
“Max, if we are a couple, you just can’t do that. We have to make plans,” Liz explained.
“I know Liz, I never really know what is coming. I heard that Mr. Whitman, or is it Major Whitman or something, was back in Washington talking to the State Department. How much choice am I going to have after I talk to them?” Max asked.
“That is just it, Max. They intend to treat with you as an adult. You have the right to make demands. You have to be prepared to demand what you want to do with your life. You have to decide how much you want me in this future, also,” Liz stated.
They had been sitting on the edge of an arroyo, their legs dangling over the edge. About six feet below on the arroyo floor, lizards were running in and out of a pile of tumble weeds. Many times when looking for order in his life at school, Max would watch a fly or a spider. Was there any order in what they did? Max always guessed to the fly or spider there seemed to be order, but he couldn’t see it. That is how Max felt now. He was watching the lizards and they darted in and out of the tumble weeds. At his side, he had Liz. She had given as much to him as he had to her. She needed order. Don’t most girls need order? If they don’t have order, how can they look toward motherhood and a secure home? Max saw one lizard dart to a large ant that was crossing the arroyo floor. That Lizard had order. It knew exactly what it was doing. It found food. The lack of order was only apparent to an outsider. If Max wanted to know that Liz would always be with him, he had to give her what she needed. “When Mr. Whitman brings the State Department people, will you be with me? Will you advise me where I might falter?” he asked.
“Max, of course, I will. We just have to talk over what your options are,” Liz whispered. She leaned into Max and soon her hand was inside his shirt. There, for the first time, Liz felt the amulet. Liz had never wanted to wear an amulet to win love. Liz and Amy had given Max the amulet to protect her. Amy had made sure that Liz put enough of herself into the small silk bag so that Max would constantly think about Liz. Max did have a blanket strapped to his pack. They made use of it that day and not for any picnic.
Amy’s ambition was just to see Maria grown. Amy thought, her indiscretions had begun when she left her Grandmother and met Carlos in Taos. Her grandmother had felt that the young girl needed to make up her own mind what was to become of her as she lived life. Grandmother O’hare, believed that things happen and a person should accept them as they came and make the best of them. Grandmother O’hare would have loved Max. She had been very free in the way she raised her granddaughter, but she had tried to instill strength and fortitude in the child. Now, the child wanted to run away from home. Grandmother O’hare hoped Amy would be strong enough to accept responsibility for what she did.
This wasn’t what Amy wanted for Maria. Maria was almost 18. Amy was sure that Maria was much better prepared than she had been at facing the world. The bra left on the coach that evening, made Amy sure that Maria and Michael had taken that next step. Amy was surprised when Maria told her one night that she and Michael were preparing to take their education further than high school. Maria was trying to be very straight with her mother. “Mom, Michael and I can move in together and working part time, using the lottery scholarship, we can attend college at least for a while. Michael wants to study accounting and business. He wants to open a restaurant like the Parkers have. I want to study music with the plan of getting a degree in music education. I can teach music in the schools, Maria explained. “Mom, don’t worry. I want to always be close so I can carry on Liz’s grandmother’s heritage. We must never loose the “Shop of Hope.”
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Are you young? Are you old? in the story I Heard You Calling young and old come together. they see how much they have to give each other.