Chapter 85
Maria got up to get more marshmallows and got hooked on some girl stuff with Liz. Isabel went to get another mug of tea and noticed Michael was staring at the fire, with a lost look in his eyes. She approached him to see if he was alright, and noticed he seemed to be talking to himself. She walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.
- Michael? -
Nothing. She passed her hand in front of his eyes, and nothing, he didn’t even blink. She crouched by him, leaning over towards his lips to hear what he was saying. She froze with fright when she realized it sounded very much like that chanting from a couple of years ago, when he was so sick and burning with fever after that steam bath with River Dog. Isabel jumped to her feet and she managed to say her brother’s name in a trembling voice. They turned to her and stopped talking to listen to him.
- What’s wrong with him? What is he saying? - Laurie said, looking worried.
- Oh my god! It’s that Indian chanting! - Maria exclaimed, growing pale. She turned to Laurie. - It’s happened before, and it made him very sick! -
Maria raced towards Michael and Isabel crouched by him again. She placed her hand on his forehead.
- He’s not feverish, it’s the fire! It’s like a trance! - Isabel said as Maria knelt to kiss him, with no response whatsoever.
- Can you get into his mind? - Stuart asked Isabel.
- I think I might, he doesn’t seem to be responding to any stimulus so might not even try to block me. - Michael had told her he wouldn’t block her again, so she hoped he hadn’t changed his mind. - I’ll need all your energy again, to cope with his, he’s too strong for just me. -
They sat cross legged around him, holding hands like they did at the hospital, forming a ring with him at the centre. They closed their eyes, concentrating until the haze that had surrounded them, started clearing and the images jumped at them.
It is dark, nighttime definitely. Michael is lying under a bush, watching Max and Isabel, being taken away in a car. When they are gone, he pushes up and his eyes are shining with tears. He starts running in the opposite direction until he reaches a small hill with a tree at the top. He lies down under the tree with his face buried in his arms and apparently goes to sleep. An old Indian passes by the hill leading a pinto horse and turns towards the boy as if he had been looking for him. He goes to him and pulls him up, gathering him in his arms. When he lets go, he smiles at the boy and Michael just looks back expressionless. The old man puts an arm around his shoulders and leads him to the horse. He touches Michael’s knee and interlaces his fingers and nods. Michael understands and lets the Indian give him a leg up on the horse. Once the boy is up, the Indian starts back the way he had come, constantly checking how the boy is doing. Michael is lying on the horse’s neck, half asleep, and after what must have been a while, they climb another hill and arrive at an Indian village on the other side. The teepees are outlined by the fire in the middle. Nearby, the moon shines on a river. They stop by the fire and the old man pats Michael’s thigh, then reaches his arms up to the boy, who falls into them, and the old man lays the boy over his shoulder and enters the nearest teepee. He puts the boy very gently on a blanket on the floor, and goes to take the bridle and blanket from the horse, which walks away. The old man goes back in to lie on another blanket and watches the boy’s back rise and fall in a relaxed breathing. He closes his eyes. Then suddenly, it’s daylight. The old man rises and shakes the boy, without results, so he pushes his hands under the boy’s chest and pulls him up, placing him again over his shoulder. He walks to the river, crouches and drops Michael into the water. The boy jumps up, looking angry, but the old man laughs and reaches for him and pulls him out of the water. 6 Indian women come from the other teepees and laugh with the old man. One brings a blanket and wraps the boy in it and dries him. The old man leads him to his teepee and dresses Michael in leather leggings with fringes on the sides and leather flaps, in front and behind, everything tied around his waist. Then he bends down behind him and places leather hand stitched boots on his feet. Everything fits perfectly. The old man picks a large net from the floor by the riverside and throws it into the water. One of the women is wading in the river and catches the other end of the net, and together, they pull it out of the water. The net is full of fish, and the old man quickly chooses 9 of the largest, and throws the rest back into the river. As the fish jump around, dying, the man puts his hands together as in prayer, he crouches by them and closes his eyes. He chants as the women crouch around him with closed eyes too. Somehow, Michael understands what the man is saying: he is asking the fish to forgive him for having to feed on them. He is showing his respect for their lives. When all the fish are dead, 3 women pick them up and cook them over the fire in sticks while the other 3 go into the wooded area behind the trees and return soon after with baskets full of green leaves and colourful fruit. They sit by the fire and have breakfast, each one eats a fish, but Michael is given two. Then the Indian holds Michael by the shoulder and takes him to a field beyond the village, where there are some horses grazing. He whistles and the pinto horse from last night walks up to him. Another horse, larger in size, walks behind the pinto but stalls a little away. The old man gestures to Michael to whistle and does it again for the boy to see. Michael’s first try comes very low, the second is better, and the third is almost as loud as the old man’s, who nods and smiles at him. Michael notices that the other horse is approaching him, and nuzzles his chest. Michael turns and sees the pinto is doing the same to the old man, who is patting its cheeks. Michael does the same. When the horses raise their heads, the old man rubs the pinto’s nose and Michael imitates him. The other horse is of a beautiful golden colour, with pale mane and tail: a palomino. The man starts walking towards a big tree some distance away and Michael walks beside him, with the horses following. The trunk of the tree is very wide, and near the roots, is what looks like a hole. The Indian gestures to it and Michael goes down on his knees and reaches inside. He pulls out a leather bundle, which the old man opens up and takes out a rolled up blanket. He straightens it and inside is a simple bridle made of braided rope, a girth of the same material and a coiled rope. The Indian places the blanket on the palomino’s back, making sure Michael is watching, then he takes it away and gives it to the boy, pointing to the horse. Michael goes to do what he has been shown but has to toss it over the horse’s back, because he’s smaller than the old man. Then he pushes it over with his hands until it’s exactly as it was before. The old man smiles, pleased, and places the girth over the blanket. He hooks the loop at one end over the knobs on the other end, one after the other until it is tight enough. Then he takes it away again and gives it to Michael to do it himself. The boy notices the knobs are round pebbles covered in leather and stitched into the girth, very much like buttons. He tosses it around the horse and does everything correctly. The old man smiles again, and then he shows him how to put on the bridle the same way. But the horse’s head it too high for Michael and he doesn’t know what to do. The old man guides the horse to a copse of grass, and the animal starts eating, enabling the boy to bridle him while its head is lowered, as it munches. Now the old man attaches a long rope to the horse’s bridle and eases the boy on the horse. He shows him how to hold the reins and walks the horse in a circle. Once the boy is relaxed and enjoying it, he clicks his tongue and the horse starts a slow trot. The Indian tells him to just relax and follow the movements, using his knees, pressed to the animal’s sides working as hinges. Michael doesn’t know how, but he understands the man’s words perfectly, and feels totally at home on the horse. Then the old man makes kissing sounds and the horse changes to a gentle canter, and now the boy is having fun and laughing. The horse gives a playful buck and Michael is caught by surprise and falls hard on his butt, tumbling over on his belly. The old man picks him up laughing and the boy pushes up laughing too. The man tells him the horse was happy and playing with him. He gets the boy up again and the next time the horse bucks, Michael moves along with it as if they were one being. He laughs, knowing they are both playing together and the Indian smiles and nods. Then the Indian unfastens the rope and goes to the pinto which is grazing nearby, and gets it ready too. He mounts from a mound of rocks and rides beside the boy, showing him how to make the horse turn and stop, using the reins, and how to make it go, using his legs and body language. By the time the riding lesson is over, the sun is almost in the middle of the sky. They let the horses loose and return to the village. The women come to them and undress the boy, then they lead him to the river, at a place where the shore slants gently into the water, and he walks in until it’s deep enough for him to duck in. Once refreshed, he watches the old man throw the net, and he takes the other end, like he had seen the woman do earlier, helping the old man catch the fish. Then he walks out of the water while the Indians fix lunch. Michael lies on the grass and rubs the front of his body on the warm grass, as he lets the weak Autumn sun dry his back. Soon they are eating, and then he lies down by the river and takes a nap. He wakes up when drops of water splash on him and notices they’re coming from above. He hears the old man calling to him from the teepee, and he gets up and goes to him. He dries him with a blanket and they stay indoors watching the rain and the Indian points to the dark clouds in the sky, and tells him they bring the water. He points to the field beyond and Michael sees the horses taking cover under the trees. When the rain is over, they go out again, and the women take Michael to the woods and show him which leaves can be eaten and how to pick the fruit. They go back, and the old man shows him how to braid rope to make bridles and girths. When the sun starts going down, they fish and Michael goes with the old man to get wood for the fire. He learns how to light the fire and watches the women prepare the food. After they eat, the old man takes him to the teepee, undresses him and tells him to go to sleep because next day they have to travel. Michael looks at him, with a question in his eyes and the old man tells him there is something important he has to show him. He lies down and closes his eyes, and then it’s morning and the old man dunks him in the river again to wake him up. They fish, then one of the women dries him and the old man helps him dress. After they eat, the old man receives a bundle from the women which he ties behind his back, and two thick rolls, one of which he gives Michael to carry. They go to the horses as the women remain behind looking after them. Once the horses are ready, they mount and leave. The old man tells him that he and the palomino will be good friends because they’re both young. The pinto is old like him and takes care of him. She is a mare, and the palomino’s mother. They walk for a long time and the palomino gets restless and starts trotting in a wide circle around his mother, not getting too far from her. Michael is enjoying the game, like the child he is, and is laughing and raising his face to the sun. The old man laughs, watching the young ones having a good time. They trot and canter in circles on both directions until the palomino has had enough and goes back to walk by his mother. They are travelling along the river. By midday the stop to bathe and fish, drying the net in the sun while they eat, using the food the women have packed in the bundle the old man is carrying. They they continue their trip, with the youngsters playing around every time they felt like it. When the sun starts setting, they bathe and fish and eat again. Then the old man lights a fire and calls the boy to him. He lies on his back with his head on the bank of the river and points at the stars in the sky, but the boy has fallen on his knees beside him looking at the water, where the stars are reflected. He lies down and places his chin on his hands as he does as the Indian says, but watching the reflections on the water while the old man watches them directly in the sky above him. The old man shows him different stars and the boy watches the man’s finger pointing at the stars from the mirror of the river. Soon the old man notices the boy’s face in now cradled in his arms and he is asleep. He smiles and brings the rolled up blankets covering the boy and then himself. They keep on going the whole next day and Michael realizes the mountain that looked so far away in much nearer. By mid-morning the next day, they are right beside it. They dismount and the Indian leads the boy up a path until they reach a cave hidden by a descending turn that opens to a cranny. Once inside, the old man easily finds in the dark two stones which he uses to make a spark and light a torch in the wall. The cave is now visible and on the far wall, the Indian shows Michael the signs and pictures carved and drawn there, and there are 5 amber coloured stones wedged in a V shape on the wall. The Indian tells him this is where he comes from, the V shaped stars he’s been showing him in the sky at night. Michael smiles, easily recognizing his home planet. The Indian tells him he will come here again, in the future, when he is grown, and he will need the stones. He also tells him he probably will not remember him, and maybe he won’t recognize him either, as he will be a child no more, perhaps that’s how it’s meant to be. Michael doesn’t understand how that can be, but the Indian smiles and leads him out of the cave, putting out the torch as they leave. They start the journey back right away, and as the sun is setting on the 6th day that the boy has been with the Indian, they arrive at the village, to the joy of the 6 women who already have the food ready for them. Michael falls into a deep sleep and next morning, they go through their usual ritual, and after breakfast, the 6 women come to Michael and hug him, one after the other, then he goes to get the horses with the old man, and they ride back to where the old man found him. They arrive by mid morning and the old man hugs him and makes him lie down on the ground just as he found him. He tells him to close his eyes and wait until he hears a bird sing from the tree above him. He obeys and when he hears the bird and opens his eyes, he is alone again and naked. He gets up and watches around him from the hill, but the Indian is nowhere in sight. His eyes catch the gleam of what he knows is water, and feels a terrible thirst. He starts walking in the direction of the gleam and reaches what look like wooden houses. There is a corral with these weird looking creatures with thick dirty white coats, he has no way of knowing they are sheep, and is surprised by the noise they make. He walks pushing them out of his way until he reaches the water which is trapped inside a low wooden box. He drops to his knees and starts drinking, and then he hears a man’s voice somewhere to his right. He is too thirsty to care until he receives a hard kick on the butt that sends him face first on the ground. The man shades his eyes with his hand and by the look of surprise on his face, it’s clear he hadn’t realized it was a child because the sun was blinding him. He must have thought it was a wildcat or a stray dog after the sheep, taking a drink before the kill. The boy is about to push up, more surprised that angry, when he hears the voice again, softer now, and two hands around his stomach helping him up. A rough hand rubs his butt, which hurts, by the way Michael is wincing. He hears the man talk, but like it happened with the Indian at first, he doesn’t understand what he is saying. He needs a while for the meaning of the words to start registering, so he just listens, knowing it will soon happen. The man pulls him over his shoulder and takes him inside the house, then to a white room where he makes water come out of the wall and bathes him. Then he dries him and rubs something cool where he kicked him. He goes away, talking to him all the time, and comes back with a white thing that he puts over his head and it covers him about almost halfway down his thighs. Then he takes him to another room and he pushes him on a soft cool place and brings him strange food. He drinks the white sweet liquid which seems to be in the air, holding whatever it is that contains it in both hands, as he is still thirsty, and tastes the dry square things but they have no taste. The man gives him more milk, as he calls the stuff and he drinks about three times, as he watches the man talk to a weird thing in his hand. Michael is tired and sore from the kick, and he lies down on the…couch? Yes, that’s the word the man said, and goes to sleep.
Now they can see a young sheriff Jim Valenti come into the room and the man shows him the boy. Valenti looks at him grinning, as the ratty wife beater he is wearing has ridden on his hips leaving him practically bare assed. He asks the man what is he wearing and the man says he had nothing the size of the kid. Jim pulls the garment down to Michael’s thighs and shakes one to wake him up. When it doesn’t work, he turns him on his side to see his face clearly and holds him there, until the boy opens his eyes. Jim can see they are very expressive looking at him with hope, and then clear disappointment when it isn’t the person he expectes. Jim turns to the man and says, : “Nice looking kid, light brown hair, honey coloured eyes, seems well fed, you said he was drinking from the sheep’s trough?” The man nods and Jim tousles the boy’s hair, grinning at him. The boy doesn’t shy as he reaches out for him, and then gives him an open smile. Jim points to his own chest and says: “I’m Jim.” Then he points to the boy’s and cups his ear, indicating he expects an answer. The boy looks confused, but then he says in a low voice what sounds like: “Raz Michael”
Jim doesn’t get the first word, but Michael is clear enough. Jim says: “Ok, Michael, come with me.” But the boy doesn’t move. He reaches his arms to him and the child moves into them. Jim chuckles and drapes him over his shoulder, patting the boy’s thighs fondly, and takes him out to his car. He opens the back door of the passenger side and eases the boy in, butt first until he is lying on the seat. He closes the door and goes to the driver’s seat and they take off. Jim checks on the kid every now and then and sees he has made himself comfortable, as he had found him on the couch, with his face in his arms. He reaches back and pats his butt and hears him grunt. He thinks he has taken him by surprise as the bruise he is sporting from the farmer’s heavy boot is on the opposite side and Jim hasn’t seen it. The man was probably ashamed of having kicked the kid, and said nothing, thankful that the boy wasn’t talking. He could’ve got the bruise anywhere. Jim arrives at the orphanage and fishes the sleeping kid out of the car back over his shoulder. He enters the place going through a yard where there are several kids playing. They turn to look at him and he is surprised to hear then laughing. The woman in charge comes out to meet him and pulls down the shirt which had ridden again, covering the boy’s ass. No wonder the other kids were laughing. Jim tips his hat with his free hand and another woman comes out. She beckons to Jim and tells him: “Bring him to the infirmary, to check him over.” The other woman tells him: Then come to my office to fill in the report, ok?” Jim nods and leaves. He started to fade and they found themselves back in the chimney room, with Michael lying in the middle, opening his eyes, with a confused look.
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Chapter 86
- That was River Dog? No wonder I thought he was my father. And his ankle wasn’t broken, just badly sprained. I healed nothing, just drained the fluids that shouldn’t be there and were causing the problem, so he could walk again. I can’t heal at all. He taught me how to ride. But then, like everyone else, he went away and left me. - His voice was almost toneless, and it was obvious he wasn’t fully awake.
- Michael! Michael! - Isabel shook his shoulder, but he closed his eyes again and was fast asleep again. Maria’s eyes were full of tears.
- He’s right! Everyone fails him. - Isabel hugged her.
Laurie just sat there, eyes ready to pop out of her head. She stared at Isabel, one thing had been checking out what was going on next door, like when she visited Michael at his apartment, and another was going back in time, like they had told her they’d done before. But she hadn’t been there for the ride like this time.
- That was so cool! How can you do it? - She whispered, her voice just loud enough to be heard clearly.
- Part of our powers, don’t worry, it’s harmless. - Isabel smiled.
- What was that? When did it happen? - Laurie insisted.
- That’s where Michael was during that week he was lost after they found us. The fire brought it all back to him. - Isabel explained
- What happened to you when you were found? - Laurie went on.
- The Evans’ took us to this big place full of windows where they bathed us dressed us and fed us. We slept in this nice room with a bed big enough for the two of us, and I cried all night, missing Michael. Max cried too. Next day Dad…Philip Evans, being a lawyer, took us to the adoption centre, reported what had happened yesterday and demanded to adopt us immediately. Of course the paperwork took a few days, but Mom came to be with us every day until she could take us home. I cried every night and Mom was very worried. She thought of course I missed my real home. At first we didn’t talk all we said was our names, but like Michael, they recognized the human ones and thought the Antares ones gibberish and ignored them. We got used to the language quickly, and they sent us to school. We kept to ourselves, and had no friends in school, until Michael came to school and I was so glad, I couldn’t believe it. I followed him around, for a couple of days, afraid he would reject me, but then I gave him my lunch, and that’s when we got together. We didn’t know who we were or what we could do. - Isabel remembered.
- How did you find out? - Laurie asked.
- I healed a dove with a broken wing at the park. - Said Max, - I just held it in my hands, wanting its wing to be alright, and it flew away. Dad said it probably was just stunned, but Mom looked very surprised. -
- To me it was my friend’s music cassette that got snagged and she tore it out in pieces. She was very upset because it was her favourite. When she threw it in the trash can, I asked her why she didn’t fix it. She said I was nuts cause it was mince meat. That she would need Samantha from Bewitched. I was surprised because I fixed mine all the time. When she left, I fixed it for her and when I gave it back she thought I had bought her a new one, and was very happy. That got me thinking that maybe I was a witch, and scared the crap out of me. Max had never understood why kids were taken to the nurse for stupid scratches. He always healed his own and mine. I spoke about it with Max and he said we had to be careful or they would burn us or put us in jail. So we never did it in front of others. - Isabel told her.
- And Michael? - Laurie was very curious about her brother.
- One day, we’re at the playground at break and Isabel finally manages to get on a swing, and that bully Wallis comes from behind and tries to shake her off. Isabel starts to cry and I tell him to go away. He lets go one hand and is about to punch me in the face, when Michael comes from his left and reaches out to him and Wallis goes flying back into the sand patch about 10 feet away. One of the kids there dumps a bucket of sand over his head and he starts spluttering and rubbing his eyes. We’re there laughing when his pal Paulsen grabs Michael from behind and sticks a pocket knife into his thigh. Michael turns to him, and reaches out and sends him flying too. He lands on Wallis, who was getting up and they’re both in the sand. Wallis is screaming his head off and Paulsen just looks scared. Michael yanks the knife out of his thigh and Isabel takes it away from him. When she opens her hand, there’s only sand. Michael is bleeding bad, so I put my hand against his thigh and repair the artery which was cut, so the bleeding is now just thick drops. Before I can go on, Mrs. Rettig comes shouting like a nut asking what happened. Some kid tells her what he’s seen. She goes to Isabel and asks for the knife, so she opens her hand and it’s back there. Then she checks Michael’s bloody thigh and grabs his arm and drags him limping to the infirmary. We follow him there, but stay outside, opening the door quietly just enough to see inside. When the nurse says he’ll need stitches and that he should go to a hospital, the bitch tells her she’s qualified to do it there and the school is not spending a cent on a welfare kid. The nurse insists it’s going to hurt, and Mrs. Rettig asks Michael if he can take it, which of course he says he can. Then she tells the nurse to do it. We watch and hear him gasp and moan until the nurse finishes with Mrs. Rettig watching the whole thing. When the nurse gives Michael some shots, she asks her what she is giving him, as if she doesn’t want to waste anything on him, so the nurse tells her it’s necessary, it’s a tetanus shot, and she asks Michael if he’s allergic to anything but he doesn’t know, so she gives him something to prevent a reaction just in case and then something for the pain and an antibiotic. When she finishes, Mrs. Rettig barks to Michael to stay there and rest and leaves. We hide in a room and return, and the nurse lets us see him. She says he’s kind of hot and she has to see if he’s got fever and sends us away. Next day Michael arrives limping worse, and Isabel takes his hands and asks what’s wrong, and Michael says his dad beat his ass with his belt because the bitch had called him about the fighting and he got pissed. I remember Isabel and I shuddered remembering he had had 4 injections and he had been beaten over that. Of course, he collapsed in class and ended at the infirmary the whole day and the rest of the week. They couldn’t sent him home because he said there was no one there, and Hank sent him to school to get rid of him. We went to be with him at break and lunch time. The nurse was very nice. That was the only time Michael admitted having been beaten by Hank. When we were alone, we told him to be careful and not do it again, because we knew Mrs. Rettig had called all the witnesses to her office, and when they told her about Michael sending Wallis and Paulsen flying, she didn’t believe them, well, who would? Kids live in comic book worlds, so we were safe. Anyway, Wallis and Paulsen were expelled because of the knife. - Max recalled the whole incident as if it had just happened.
- I almost fried Hank once. - Michael’s voice took everyone by surprise.
They turned to look at him and waited for him to go on.
- He was pissed about something and he came at me. I got up from the table, but left my hands on it and the table followed them up into the air. Hank shook his head, and I put it down quickly. He beat me and … - Michael paused, deciding he should better leave it there. - Worse than usual, and that night, I woke up burning with fever and wanted to kill him. I got into the shower and stayed under the cold water until I felt better, and then I went to where he was snoring on his chair in front of the TV. I reached out to him and before I knew it, the side of the upholstery caught fire. I just watched, hoping he would totally burn and then I thought how I could get in trouble, and involve you guys too. I didn’t know how to stop it so I went to the kitchen and brought a bucket of water and put it out. Next day he was cursing and muttering that he should stop smoking or he would go up in flames anytime, and then screamed that there would be no one to help him if he did, looking at me. Of course, I suspected I had done it, but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t completely sure it had been me until the next time it happened at the summer camp.
It was the first time I went there and I didn’t like it at all cause they wanted me to relate with a bunch of stupid kids. At least Max was there, but he was willing to participate in everything they told him to. The only thing that caught my eye was a corral with horses. I didn’t know why at the time, but I felt immediately attracted to them. I went over and started petting them, and this man came over and asked if I had signed in for riding. I said I didn’t know so he checked his list to my name and said I wasn’t there but he could jot me down, so I accepted. I was totally at home with them, and the guy must have noticed, cause when I asked him if I could help around he said it was ok with him. He told me first he had to see if I could ride and somehow I knew I could. He was about to saddle a horse and it looked damn uncomfortable, for the horse too, so I stopped him and got an elastic girth and tossed it over the sweat pad and fastened it. I also got a bridle that had a rubber soft thing for the mouth, and the man was watching me with a smile, and let me do my thing. I got some carrots and put them in a bucket under the horse’s nose so he had to put its head down to eat and that way I got the bridle on it real easy. When it was ready, I walked it to the fence and climbed on using it. I started at a trot and just sat it as I had done with the mustang at the Indian place, though I didn’t remember it at all. Then I cantered and I was really liking it. Then the guy asked me if I could post, and I asked him what that was, so he mounted a saddled horse that was standing by and started trotting going up and down. I watched and saw it was all in the knees, and I did it just like him. So he said: “Great, you’ll do, and I really need a hand, old Peter just quit and they still haven’t sent anyone to replace him.” So I just hanged there, riding with a group, anytime I wanted, feeding, brushing, cleaning, watering and all the stuff. Max came to hang sometimes and help some as long as it wasn’t riding, but he was always running after a few minutes cause he had to be somewhere. Then the counselor called me one day and said the horse guy, Walt, had told him I was doing ok with him and I could stay there, but I needed to take part in at least something else. I accepted swimming, cause it was hot, but went whenever I could and felt like it, and the guy in charge was always pissed with me. I was surprised the counselor let me get away with it, and backed me up, until the problem at the barn.
I was working with the hay for the stalls when those two jerks, Winters and Lloyd came in and started smoking. They had kicked the door open and almost creamed Max who was hanging some halters on the hooks behind the door. He was lucky there was a bucket on the floor and stopped it just in time. I was glad he stayed hidden there cause they meant trouble. I told them not to do that cause there was plenty of dry stuff that could burn, and they said: “So you’re going to stop us?” They were two and they were of the oldest kids there, about 14, so I just stood there leaning on the pitchfork watching them. That pissed them off so Lloyd started shouting at me to go on doing my stuff, so I told them it was more fun to watch two retards busting out their lungs. They stared at me ready to come and kick the shit out of me so I raised my hand at them, with the excuse of pointing at the cigarette, and asked him what brand it was. I sent a zap to his hand and I watched it jerk and the cigarette fell into the hem of his jeans. I had been practicing zapping stuff when I took walks alone, making sure no one saw me, so now I knew I could do it, I concentrated like hell not to be mad, cause that made it go out of my control. I had noticed they were wearing jeans with the hems turned up and flip flops. I had heard that group said they felt too old to go around in shorts like we all did, and that way they showed they were the eldest in the camp and no one messed with them. I wore jeans to ride but then I changed to shorts cause it was hot. That was my advantage. Lloyd went nuts looking for the cigarette and couldn’t find it cause he was looking for it on the floor. Winters giggled like an idiot and then I saw the smoke, and then the hem caught fire. I told him I knew where it was and Lloyd was glaring at me yelling : “Shut your mouth, cause we’re coming tonight and burn this place down with the stupid horses…” but that’s as far as he got cause he must have felt the heat and looked down. Winters was standing right beside him and his hem was burning too, and he was pointing at it looking really scared. They started screaming like girls, and ran outside and jumped feet first into the horses’ water trough. They almost ran into Walt who was coming back from a ride with a group and barely made it out of their way. He asked me what had happened and I told him. The two jerks were shouting from the water trough that it had been the other way round and they had caught me and I had thrown the cigarette at them. They climbed out and limped away saying they were going to the counselor’s to tell on me. I shrugged and then Walt heard Max’s voice from behind the door saying I was telling the truth and he had heard it all but he didn’t want problems with those guys. Then Gus, one of the cleaning guys came in and backed me up, cause he had been outside the back window with a kid that had his foot stepped on by his horse and he was calming him down. So Walt took me with Gus to the counselor’s and they weren’t there.
He said he had sent them to the infirmary because their ankles and feet were kind of scorched and was about to come to find us. He heard us out and said it was about time those two were banned from the camp because they were always up to something bad but this was a serious confession to vandalism and he just wasn’t taking it. He called their fathers and told them they would leave camp at 3pm on the van that went to town for food and they could pick them up from there. Then as we were about to walk out, the counselor called me back. He told me he had honestly expected trouble from me because of the negative things he had read on my file, and that he was pleasantly surprised to see how wrong they were. He said that Peter was very satisfied with my presence at the stables and that I was welcome there during my stay and the years to come. It was the first time someone had something nice to say to me and it made me feel good.
- No, Michael, it was the first time someone was fair to you, I’m glad to hear he was and the other guys too. - Isabel said.
- Come here, Michael. - Maria said, reaching out for him.
He got up slowly and went to her. She put her arms around his waist, sliding them to his hips. He took her face in both his hands and started kissing her, as his fingers buried in her hair.
- Maria, I need you…- He whispered against her lips.
She raised her arms and put them around his shoulders as he picked her up and started leaving the room. Maria waved goodnight to the others, apologizing with her eyes and they waved back.
- Have fun…- said Kyle and then in a lower voice for the ones still in the room, - I’m sure they will. -
- That was River Dog? No wonder I thought he was my father. And his ankle wasn’t broken, just badly sprained. I healed nothing, just drained the fluids that shouldn’t be there and were causing the problem, so he could walk again. I can’t heal at all. He taught me how to ride. But then, like everyone else, he went away and left me. - His voice was almost toneless, and it was obvious he wasn’t fully awake.
- Michael! Michael! - Isabel shook his shoulder, but he closed his eyes again and was fast asleep again. Maria’s eyes were full of tears.
- He’s right! Everyone fails him. - Isabel hugged her.
Laurie just sat there, eyes ready to pop out of her head. She stared at Isabel, one thing had been checking out what was going on next door, like when she visited Michael at his apartment, and another was going back in time, like they had told her they’d done before. But she hadn’t been there for the ride like this time.
- That was so cool! How can you do it? - She whispered, her voice just loud enough to be heard clearly.
- Part of our powers, don’t worry, it’s harmless. - Isabel smiled.
- What was that? When did it happen? - Laurie insisted.
- That’s where Michael was during that week he was lost after they found us. The fire brought it all back to him. - Isabel explained
- What happened to you when you were found? - Laurie went on.
- The Evans’ took us to this big place full of windows where they bathed us dressed us and fed us. We slept in this nice room with a bed big enough for the two of us, and I cried all night, missing Michael. Max cried too. Next day Dad…Philip Evans, being a lawyer, took us to the adoption centre, reported what had happened yesterday and demanded to adopt us immediately. Of course the paperwork took a few days, but Mom came to be with us every day until she could take us home. I cried every night and Mom was very worried. She thought of course I missed my real home. At first we didn’t talk all we said was our names, but like Michael, they recognized the human ones and thought the Antares ones gibberish and ignored them. We got used to the language quickly, and they sent us to school. We kept to ourselves, and had no friends in school, until Michael came to school and I was so glad, I couldn’t believe it. I followed him around, for a couple of days, afraid he would reject me, but then I gave him my lunch, and that’s when we got together. We didn’t know who we were or what we could do. - Isabel remembered.
- How did you find out? - Laurie asked.
- I healed a dove with a broken wing at the park. - Said Max, - I just held it in my hands, wanting its wing to be alright, and it flew away. Dad said it probably was just stunned, but Mom looked very surprised. -
- To me it was my friend’s music cassette that got snagged and she tore it out in pieces. She was very upset because it was her favourite. When she threw it in the trash can, I asked her why she didn’t fix it. She said I was nuts cause it was mince meat. That she would need Samantha from Bewitched. I was surprised because I fixed mine all the time. When she left, I fixed it for her and when I gave it back she thought I had bought her a new one, and was very happy. That got me thinking that maybe I was a witch, and scared the crap out of me. Max had never understood why kids were taken to the nurse for stupid scratches. He always healed his own and mine. I spoke about it with Max and he said we had to be careful or they would burn us or put us in jail. So we never did it in front of others. - Isabel told her.
- And Michael? - Laurie was very curious about her brother.
- One day, we’re at the playground at break and Isabel finally manages to get on a swing, and that bully Wallis comes from behind and tries to shake her off. Isabel starts to cry and I tell him to go away. He lets go one hand and is about to punch me in the face, when Michael comes from his left and reaches out to him and Wallis goes flying back into the sand patch about 10 feet away. One of the kids there dumps a bucket of sand over his head and he starts spluttering and rubbing his eyes. We’re there laughing when his pal Paulsen grabs Michael from behind and sticks a pocket knife into his thigh. Michael turns to him, and reaches out and sends him flying too. He lands on Wallis, who was getting up and they’re both in the sand. Wallis is screaming his head off and Paulsen just looks scared. Michael yanks the knife out of his thigh and Isabel takes it away from him. When she opens her hand, there’s only sand. Michael is bleeding bad, so I put my hand against his thigh and repair the artery which was cut, so the bleeding is now just thick drops. Before I can go on, Mrs. Rettig comes shouting like a nut asking what happened. Some kid tells her what he’s seen. She goes to Isabel and asks for the knife, so she opens her hand and it’s back there. Then she checks Michael’s bloody thigh and grabs his arm and drags him limping to the infirmary. We follow him there, but stay outside, opening the door quietly just enough to see inside. When the nurse says he’ll need stitches and that he should go to a hospital, the bitch tells her she’s qualified to do it there and the school is not spending a cent on a welfare kid. The nurse insists it’s going to hurt, and Mrs. Rettig asks Michael if he can take it, which of course he says he can. Then she tells the nurse to do it. We watch and hear him gasp and moan until the nurse finishes with Mrs. Rettig watching the whole thing. When the nurse gives Michael some shots, she asks her what she is giving him, as if she doesn’t want to waste anything on him, so the nurse tells her it’s necessary, it’s a tetanus shot, and she asks Michael if he’s allergic to anything but he doesn’t know, so she gives him something to prevent a reaction just in case and then something for the pain and an antibiotic. When she finishes, Mrs. Rettig barks to Michael to stay there and rest and leaves. We hide in a room and return, and the nurse lets us see him. She says he’s kind of hot and she has to see if he’s got fever and sends us away. Next day Michael arrives limping worse, and Isabel takes his hands and asks what’s wrong, and Michael says his dad beat his ass with his belt because the bitch had called him about the fighting and he got pissed. I remember Isabel and I shuddered remembering he had had 4 injections and he had been beaten over that. Of course, he collapsed in class and ended at the infirmary the whole day and the rest of the week. They couldn’t sent him home because he said there was no one there, and Hank sent him to school to get rid of him. We went to be with him at break and lunch time. The nurse was very nice. That was the only time Michael admitted having been beaten by Hank. When we were alone, we told him to be careful and not do it again, because we knew Mrs. Rettig had called all the witnesses to her office, and when they told her about Michael sending Wallis and Paulsen flying, she didn’t believe them, well, who would? Kids live in comic book worlds, so we were safe. Anyway, Wallis and Paulsen were expelled because of the knife. - Max recalled the whole incident as if it had just happened.
- I almost fried Hank once. - Michael’s voice took everyone by surprise.
They turned to look at him and waited for him to go on.
- He was pissed about something and he came at me. I got up from the table, but left my hands on it and the table followed them up into the air. Hank shook his head, and I put it down quickly. He beat me and … - Michael paused, deciding he should better leave it there. - Worse than usual, and that night, I woke up burning with fever and wanted to kill him. I got into the shower and stayed under the cold water until I felt better, and then I went to where he was snoring on his chair in front of the TV. I reached out to him and before I knew it, the side of the upholstery caught fire. I just watched, hoping he would totally burn and then I thought how I could get in trouble, and involve you guys too. I didn’t know how to stop it so I went to the kitchen and brought a bucket of water and put it out. Next day he was cursing and muttering that he should stop smoking or he would go up in flames anytime, and then screamed that there would be no one to help him if he did, looking at me. Of course, I suspected I had done it, but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t completely sure it had been me until the next time it happened at the summer camp.
It was the first time I went there and I didn’t like it at all cause they wanted me to relate with a bunch of stupid kids. At least Max was there, but he was willing to participate in everything they told him to. The only thing that caught my eye was a corral with horses. I didn’t know why at the time, but I felt immediately attracted to them. I went over and started petting them, and this man came over and asked if I had signed in for riding. I said I didn’t know so he checked his list to my name and said I wasn’t there but he could jot me down, so I accepted. I was totally at home with them, and the guy must have noticed, cause when I asked him if I could help around he said it was ok with him. He told me first he had to see if I could ride and somehow I knew I could. He was about to saddle a horse and it looked damn uncomfortable, for the horse too, so I stopped him and got an elastic girth and tossed it over the sweat pad and fastened it. I also got a bridle that had a rubber soft thing for the mouth, and the man was watching me with a smile, and let me do my thing. I got some carrots and put them in a bucket under the horse’s nose so he had to put its head down to eat and that way I got the bridle on it real easy. When it was ready, I walked it to the fence and climbed on using it. I started at a trot and just sat it as I had done with the mustang at the Indian place, though I didn’t remember it at all. Then I cantered and I was really liking it. Then the guy asked me if I could post, and I asked him what that was, so he mounted a saddled horse that was standing by and started trotting going up and down. I watched and saw it was all in the knees, and I did it just like him. So he said: “Great, you’ll do, and I really need a hand, old Peter just quit and they still haven’t sent anyone to replace him.” So I just hanged there, riding with a group, anytime I wanted, feeding, brushing, cleaning, watering and all the stuff. Max came to hang sometimes and help some as long as it wasn’t riding, but he was always running after a few minutes cause he had to be somewhere. Then the counselor called me one day and said the horse guy, Walt, had told him I was doing ok with him and I could stay there, but I needed to take part in at least something else. I accepted swimming, cause it was hot, but went whenever I could and felt like it, and the guy in charge was always pissed with me. I was surprised the counselor let me get away with it, and backed me up, until the problem at the barn.
I was working with the hay for the stalls when those two jerks, Winters and Lloyd came in and started smoking. They had kicked the door open and almost creamed Max who was hanging some halters on the hooks behind the door. He was lucky there was a bucket on the floor and stopped it just in time. I was glad he stayed hidden there cause they meant trouble. I told them not to do that cause there was plenty of dry stuff that could burn, and they said: “So you’re going to stop us?” They were two and they were of the oldest kids there, about 14, so I just stood there leaning on the pitchfork watching them. That pissed them off so Lloyd started shouting at me to go on doing my stuff, so I told them it was more fun to watch two retards busting out their lungs. They stared at me ready to come and kick the shit out of me so I raised my hand at them, with the excuse of pointing at the cigarette, and asked him what brand it was. I sent a zap to his hand and I watched it jerk and the cigarette fell into the hem of his jeans. I had been practicing zapping stuff when I took walks alone, making sure no one saw me, so now I knew I could do it, I concentrated like hell not to be mad, cause that made it go out of my control. I had noticed they were wearing jeans with the hems turned up and flip flops. I had heard that group said they felt too old to go around in shorts like we all did, and that way they showed they were the eldest in the camp and no one messed with them. I wore jeans to ride but then I changed to shorts cause it was hot. That was my advantage. Lloyd went nuts looking for the cigarette and couldn’t find it cause he was looking for it on the floor. Winters giggled like an idiot and then I saw the smoke, and then the hem caught fire. I told him I knew where it was and Lloyd was glaring at me yelling : “Shut your mouth, cause we’re coming tonight and burn this place down with the stupid horses…” but that’s as far as he got cause he must have felt the heat and looked down. Winters was standing right beside him and his hem was burning too, and he was pointing at it looking really scared. They started screaming like girls, and ran outside and jumped feet first into the horses’ water trough. They almost ran into Walt who was coming back from a ride with a group and barely made it out of their way. He asked me what had happened and I told him. The two jerks were shouting from the water trough that it had been the other way round and they had caught me and I had thrown the cigarette at them. They climbed out and limped away saying they were going to the counselor’s to tell on me. I shrugged and then Walt heard Max’s voice from behind the door saying I was telling the truth and he had heard it all but he didn’t want problems with those guys. Then Gus, one of the cleaning guys came in and backed me up, cause he had been outside the back window with a kid that had his foot stepped on by his horse and he was calming him down. So Walt took me with Gus to the counselor’s and they weren’t there.
He said he had sent them to the infirmary because their ankles and feet were kind of scorched and was about to come to find us. He heard us out and said it was about time those two were banned from the camp because they were always up to something bad but this was a serious confession to vandalism and he just wasn’t taking it. He called their fathers and told them they would leave camp at 3pm on the van that went to town for food and they could pick them up from there. Then as we were about to walk out, the counselor called me back. He told me he had honestly expected trouble from me because of the negative things he had read on my file, and that he was pleasantly surprised to see how wrong they were. He said that Peter was very satisfied with my presence at the stables and that I was welcome there during my stay and the years to come. It was the first time someone had something nice to say to me and it made me feel good.
- No, Michael, it was the first time someone was fair to you, I’m glad to hear he was and the other guys too. - Isabel said.
- Come here, Michael. - Maria said, reaching out for him.
He got up slowly and went to her. She put her arms around his waist, sliding them to his hips. He took her face in both his hands and started kissing her, as his fingers buried in her hair.
- Maria, I need you…- He whispered against her lips.
She raised her arms and put them around his shoulders as he picked her up and started leaving the room. Maria waved goodnight to the others, apologizing with her eyes and they waved back.
- Have fun…- said Kyle and then in a lower voice for the ones still in the room, - I’m sure they will. -
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Chapter 87
Michael carried Maria all the way to their room, since both his hands were busy he just kicked the door open and kicked it back close. He laid her very carefully on the bed low down, so her knees were draped over the edge. When he knelt, straddling her legs, he chuckled as she pulled his t-shirt over his head, then her hands undid his jeans expertly pushing them as far down as she could. He used his powers to get rid of everything remaining on him, including boots, and then on her. Maria grinned mischievously.
- Neat trick, spaceboy…sure comes handy. -
Michael kissed her as his hands played very gently with her breasts, making her breath come quickly as her excitement started rising. She loved the way he touched her, with such tenderness, it had been like that since the first time, he had never been rough to her, no matter what, yet he took anything from her. She loved that too. Gross as it may sound, she had Hank to thank for that, and Max, too, through his weird healing connection, which like it or not, he had to admit it held some kind of sexual innuendo. Maria was controlling, and she knew it, though she only admitted it to herself, and although she let Michael have the upper hand in bed in some aspects, she liked to have it too. She knew for a fact, and hated to admit it even to herself, that it was her revenge on her father’s leaving them, and she had to take it out on a male, of course, in her father’s image, because he represented the ultimate betrayal, where she and her mother were concerned. Once, her mother had taken her to an excellent psychiatrist, which cost her a lot of money, but she had been saving for it and she had told her it was well worth it. They were actually two, a married couple, he was the psychiatrist and she was a psychologist, and they spoke to her separately before reaching a conclusion. They said she would need a lot of control when she started dating if she wanted to ever get married, because she would always expect her father’s betrayal from them, and she would take it out on them, whether they deserved it or not. They said the only way she could possibly overcome that complex would be through a series of hypnosis treatments but they were very expensive and completely out of their budget. The lady had taken Maria aside before she left and told her she really hoped she found a boy who loved her enough to understand her and take it from her.
Maria knew she had, Michael was amazing, he seemed to sense exactly what she wanted from the very first time they had sex. He understood her needs and accepted them without a question and she understood his, too, under the same conditions. He always wanted to be on top, with girls of course, and she loved to feel him over her, cause she felt protected, which was his other need: to protect her. She knew it wasn’t an alien thing, because she also sensed his masochistic tendencies, from years of constant abuse, and Hank’s drunken claims of his love for the boy when he was raping his guts out, Michael had thought for some years that maybe that was how it was, and he had no one to talk about it and guide him in the right way and he wasn’t willing to ask either, for fear they would think him weird. Even when he heard later on, that what was done to him was totally wrong, it was too late, because a pattern had already been established, and he couldn’t get away from it. The Max thing, when it started, didn’t help much either, though it wasn’t as violent, it still was painful, but unfailingly took him where he wanted to, in the end. Of course, with women it was different. The tenderness he had so shortly experienced from Hank’s wife, and then with Nurse Kelly, made it clear there was no way he could ever be physically mean to them in any way. And then came Maria. She constantly claimed he was psychologically mean to her, but he never meant it, it was his lack of finesse that was his enemy. No matter how he tried, it always came out wrong and never sounded the way he wanted it. He never meant her harm, in any way, quite the contrary, but he could never get it through to her. But in bed everything clicked from the very beginning. He set the pace according to what he was mentally getting from her, and it became their ritual. Their love making varied, of course, but the foreplay was a must.
He left her lips and continued down her neck to her breasts, first one then the other, suckling like a baby, something he had never had a chance to do. His mouth on one breast and his hand on the other, while she had one hand buried in his hair and the other raking his back. When he switched, so did she. All she had to do was whisper his name, and their ritual began.
Michael climbed on the bed and knelt behind her shoulders. He reached back and folded the pillow, raising her head with one hand, he pushed it under her to give her a comfortable angle. He placed the uncapped lube near one of her hands as he bent over her. He held himself up on his elbows as he kissed his way down her chest and belly and reached his target. Her hands reached around his hips to get him in the position she wanted, to reciprocate. He felt her hands on his ass, grabbing him hard, her nails digging into him. They were yin and yang, he was gentle, she was rough. That’s how it should be, he was strong enough to take it, she wasn’t. His hands gently spread her as his tongue lapped at her core. Her thumbs spread him and her tongue lapped at him just as he was doing to her. She whimpered and spread her legs all she could. He purred and moved his knees farther apart, spreading his thighs to accommodate her. He softly slid his tongue into her, she pushed hers into him, her saliva taking the place of the lacking natural lubrication. The results were just the same for both: ecstatic. His tongue moved inside her as hers did in him. He writhed in pleasure and the pain of her nails kept him in control. She slithered in pleasure and the pressure of his forearms held her softly in place. Maria came, Michael held back. Then his mouth slid up to her clit making her jump, one of his hands used two fingers to keep that small part of her anatomy accessible to him. Her mouth slid to his cock, using one of her hands to force it down into her mouth, pushing his body a little backwards to make it easier. Michael played around her pussy rolling his finger in her dripping fluids. Maria brought the tube of lube and squeezed it against his sensitive opening, using her finger to rub it around making it wet and slippery. Michael slid his index finger into her very slowly, making her whine with delight and push up against it. Maria forced her slick finger into him as he tightened on purpose, to feel all of it burying into him as he pushed back against it and purred like a cat. He started moving his finger easily in and out of her, hearing her sigh contentedly. Maria pumped her finger into him as he gradually relaxed, listening to his breath hiss through his teeth in excitement. His cock was rock hard as her teeth bit him softly and her clit was like a pebble on which he nibbled. Their fingers started twisting left and right, screwing their way in and out. Maria came again, Michael held back a second time. Maria knew Michael wouldn’t be able to hold back longer if she kept him in her hot mouth so she let it slide out, making him grunt and started turning her attention to his balls, taking them into her mouth one after the other and licking them everyway possible. Michael also changed his teeth for his tongue, making her sob, as his tongue circled and caressed her clit everyway he could. With both hands free, Michael used his other index and eased it into her, and she started breathing as if she had run a mile breaking all records. Maria lubed her other index and pushed it into Michael, making his breath hiss through his teeth. She waited for him to get used to the double intromission, knowing she was hurting him, while he rested his fingers inside her, as he controlled the pain and braced himself. When she felt he was ready for her, she tentatively moved her fingers inside him, and the double lube did its job. She remained deep and overlapped her fingers in both directions, feeling him gasp and try not to squeeze her fingers too hard. His fingers were deep too, and moved just like hers, while she squeezed them as hard as she could. Then one finger went in while the other slid out, then the other way round. Before they knew it, they just lost it, and Maria came screaming as she pulled one finger out replacing it with the middle finger of her remaining hand as she grabbed Michael’s cock and pushed it into her mouth. She pressed her fingers downwards into Michael’s prostate massaging and prodding in a circle and Michael came into her mouth groaning and growling as he shuddered, filling her with his hot seed. He slumped over her, and they lay there, in a long, alien post orgasm, which lasted from 20 to 30 minutes, as only one was alien, and then, when their breathing finally stabilized, Michael pushed up and knelt beside her, lifting her in his arms and placing her higher up on the bed. Then he lay again over her, and they started making out and running their hands all over each other until they were both ready again. Maria opened her legs and Michael got between them, showering her front with butterfly kisses, his hands caressing every inch his mouth had been to.
Maria couldn’t help remembering that first time, as his hands stopped at her lower belly and she felt a warmth there definitely coming from them. Then it was like they vibrated, and then both feelings were inside her, under the spot where his hands were. She had pulled herself up on her elbows to see him with his eyes shut tight, biting his lower lip as if in pain, but he was fully concentrating. Then he sighed, opened his eyes and gave her his typical smirk. “Alright”, he had said, and she didn’t understand what he meant. “What?” She had asked, and he had given her this unusual beautiful smile.
“No problem, I’ve moved it aside, so you’re technically a virgin, but with nothing in the way.” Maria’s eyes had opened wide. “You mean it will not…” “Maria, I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. I don’t know when you will finally believe me!” She had started laughing like a nut, until he started worrying if maybe she didn’t want that. “You ok? Is it ok?” She wiped the tears from her eyes and placed her hands on his cheeks, amused at his confused look. “Come…” She pulled him up and kissed his lips, enjoying the way she could feel his cock ready at her very wet pussy. And “Thank you, I love you,” against his lips. Her legs had wrapped around his hips, her heels pushing his butt and making him slide into her. He went very slowly, knowing it was her first time, but she was the one setting the pace, and she had different ideas. Still he resisted, and being far much stronger than her, he went in at his easy pace, but once he was fully inside, she went wild and he simply pleased her. She came again twice before he exploded inside her. That night they did it again after he told her he was leaving, and the rest of the week, with Maria exhilarated by the fact he had stayed for her, they did it enthusiastically every day for the rest of the week.
Maria had noticed it was easier for him to hold back when he was just inside her, than when they were inside each other in their unusual foreplay, and a week later, she had presented him with a black velvet bag, its mouth closed with beaded strings, and told him she wanted to play a very special game with him. He just nodded and she stood him in front of the bed and turned his back to it. Then she stood on the bed behind him and took out a black blindfold from the bag and placed it over his eyes. “Just to make sure you don’t cheat.” She had told him. Then she guided him onto the bed on his hands and knees and told him that if he moved, she would have to tie him up. “Ok then, you better do it.” He said, and she did just that. She tied his wrist and realized there were no bed posts, so she passed the rope under the bed to the other side and tied the other wrist tight enough so he stayed in place. There, she did a bow knot so she only needed one tug to let him loose. She told him to stay put and went to the couch, and took the three cushions and arranged them under his belly. Then she shoved him down on them. Michael moaned and asked: “Maria?” “Trust me, ok?” He just shrugged and let her go on. Instead of his ankles, trusting he wouldn’t kick her, she tied the other rope around his thighs a few inches above his knees as she had his wrists. “Hey!” “Shhh.” She took the last thing in the bag, and grinned. It was a vibrating dildo, the same size as his cock.
In a playful mood, she had bought two and given one to Liz, saying very solemnly that if Max turned out to be no good, she could always have this baby, which would do just what she wanted. When Liz opened the bag, she went into a hysterical fit of laughter, and they sat on her bed laughing together until they were almost choking. Liz had asked her what had inspired her to buy them, instead of getting Michael to do it, which she was sure he couldn’t wait to have her, and after what he had done, Liz thought he absolutely deserved it. That’s when Maria told her the whole thing, in excruciating detail. Liz had watched her with…envy. Maria knew it, and although Liz confirmed it, she didn’t need her to. Her eyes had told her exactly what she was feeling. “Maria, are you sure Michael can take this? I mean, you could hurt him…” “Michael totally agreed. He’s tough, no problems.” “You must tell me when you do it, don’t make me wait again, ok?” “Promise, chica. And you promise too, when you do it with Max.” “Sure.” Liz had answered, but her face was full of doubts. Maria decided not to push it, and left to give Michael a first sample of her purchases.
Maria knew Michael could take it, for a very different reason. Ever since the first time they had been together, since Michael had given her the flashes of his life, she had been getting bonuses which she was sure he had no notion that he was sending them to her. The first controlled one just showed his foster father ready to beat him with his belt, but the others, when he was in full orgasm, his mind completely out of his control, she had seen Hank sexually abusing him in different stages of his life, from a very young boy to just before he left town. She had been shocked, and had only reacted when Michael had been staring at her with a very worried look in his face, asking her if she was alright. That’s when she had realized he didn’t know he had flashed her that part of his life, which he surely wouldn’t willingly share with anyone, herself especially included. She had promised herself, and that was a promise she would definitely keep, that never, under no circumstances whatsoever, would she speak of this to anyone, except him, and even then, if it was absolutely necessary, no matter what he did or how much he pissed her off, perhaps only in a life threatening event, and only then, if he demanded it from her. His secret was safe with her.
As she watched the toy in her hand, she dropped it on the bed and crouched behind him. She started eating him out, spreading him with both hands. Michael gasped and moaned, pushing back into her, as she spanked him hard and ordered him to keep still. He obeyed, but couldn’t help squirming every now and then, and her hand was ready to punish him. She suspected he enjoyed it, and anyway, now she was dripping, so she slid the toy inside her, while she continued getting him ready. She then used her fingers with him for a while and then pulled the toy out of her and placed it against him. He started breathing hard and she bent down and kissed his butt on both sides, whispering: “It’s just a rubber toy, I chose it the same size as yours, so you can feel what you make me feel, and it’s just been inside me, so it’s lubed with my juices, and it’s as hot as I am…” Michael growled and pushed back violently making the whole head go in. “Hey, easy, I’m doing the fucking here!” Maria protested, and did just that. Every time he disobeyed and pushed back, she spanked him hard, watching his muscles tighten as he contracted painfully against the toy, yet he kept on doing it. So she changed her tactics. Every time he pushed back, she pulled out a little, making him moan in protest. “Keep still, then, and let me do it like I want to.” After that, he kept still, and she slowly slid it in until it was all inside him. Then she stopped and let him get used to it. Soon he was slithering like an eel and begging: “Maria, please!” She knew just what he wanted. She started sliding it in and out, first slowly, then faster, screwing it in and out clockwise and counterclockwise, pushing it in from the left and then from the right, in a forwards and then backwards direction, one pressing against his prostate, but limiting the penetration, the other going much deeper and making him groan just the same. “Maria, I want to come inside you…” he begged. Maria pushed it completely inside, leaving just the chord hanging out of him. Then she pulled it out again just enough, and pushed the switch that turned the vibrator on. “Maria, please!” He moaned, bucking, and she tugged at the cushions, pulling them away from under him with his help as he pushed up on his knees. She untied one wrist and one thigh and scuttled under him, then she draped her legs over his shoulders, easing him inside her. He only needed three thrusts and they were both coming, screaming each others’ names. Then Michael lay shuddering in Maria’s arms until she pushed him on his side and leaned over pulling the toy out of him and turning it off. He started relaxing, lying half over her, not to crush her, until their breathing stabilized and they fell asleep. When they woke up, Michael turned on his side to allow her to get up. Maria rid him of the ropes completely and Michael asked her to show him the thing. She got it by the chord and dangled it in front of his eyes. “Hands off!” She warned before he tried anything, and watched him licking his lips suggestively. “You want it again?” She taunted, “while you’re inside me?” He smirked, and she took it for a yes. “Bottoms up!” She ordered and he was immediately on his chest and knees. This time she used lube, one she had bought with a nozzle cap, so she slid it into him and squeezed, making him squirm. She giggled, as he wiggled his ass at her. “Bad boy! You need a good spanking!” She said and sat at the lower edge of the bed. “Come here!” She especially sounded very bossy. He looked over his shoulder and then crawled over her lap. She spanked him soundly until his ass was really red and he was sobbing softly and his muscles were so tight, he felt like a statue. “Ok, spaceboy, ready for the action.” She patted his thighs and as he pushed up, she slid from under him and shoved him back on the bed. She lubed her finger and slid it into him, finding him quite slick and slippery inside. As she pulled out, a few drops followed her finger and she rubbed them on the outside to ease the penetration. She put it against him and he whispered: “Turn it on…” She did so and started slipping it into him as it vibrated in low speed, as before. The way he was fidgeting, she thought he would lose it before he had a chance to get to her, but he was managing to hold back. When it was almost all inside, Maria chose to inform him: “It has a high speed.” “Shit! Do it!” “Are you sure?” “Yes!” She did it and Michael hissed and bucked driving it all inside him before she could react. “Maria!” She hurried under him and helped him into her. In spite of what he was going through, he went in quite gently and then the pace picked up and he could only hold back once, coming with her on her second. She had looped the chord around her wrist, so she only needed to tug to get it out once it was over.
During the next week, they developed a way that allowed her to tug on the chord as they were doing it, making it press against his prostate and triggering him as she wanted.
Maria returned to the present when Michael softly bit her lower lip, making her pull back in surprise.
- Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but you kind of zoned off. - He whispered against her lips.
- I was remembering our wild sex during that first month. - She smiled
- Hasn’t changed much…- He smirked, looking smug.
- I don’t want it to. I love it this way. - She admitted.
- So do I, as long as you don’t mind. - He agreed.
- Do you get bored, not changing? - She asked, her insecurity a little obvious.
- No, baby, I want what you want. Anything to please you. - They started kissing, their hands started roaming and soon they were doing everything they liked to please each other.
Michael carried Maria all the way to their room, since both his hands were busy he just kicked the door open and kicked it back close. He laid her very carefully on the bed low down, so her knees were draped over the edge. When he knelt, straddling her legs, he chuckled as she pulled his t-shirt over his head, then her hands undid his jeans expertly pushing them as far down as she could. He used his powers to get rid of everything remaining on him, including boots, and then on her. Maria grinned mischievously.
- Neat trick, spaceboy…sure comes handy. -
Michael kissed her as his hands played very gently with her breasts, making her breath come quickly as her excitement started rising. She loved the way he touched her, with such tenderness, it had been like that since the first time, he had never been rough to her, no matter what, yet he took anything from her. She loved that too. Gross as it may sound, she had Hank to thank for that, and Max, too, through his weird healing connection, which like it or not, he had to admit it held some kind of sexual innuendo. Maria was controlling, and she knew it, though she only admitted it to herself, and although she let Michael have the upper hand in bed in some aspects, she liked to have it too. She knew for a fact, and hated to admit it even to herself, that it was her revenge on her father’s leaving them, and she had to take it out on a male, of course, in her father’s image, because he represented the ultimate betrayal, where she and her mother were concerned. Once, her mother had taken her to an excellent psychiatrist, which cost her a lot of money, but she had been saving for it and she had told her it was well worth it. They were actually two, a married couple, he was the psychiatrist and she was a psychologist, and they spoke to her separately before reaching a conclusion. They said she would need a lot of control when she started dating if she wanted to ever get married, because she would always expect her father’s betrayal from them, and she would take it out on them, whether they deserved it or not. They said the only way she could possibly overcome that complex would be through a series of hypnosis treatments but they were very expensive and completely out of their budget. The lady had taken Maria aside before she left and told her she really hoped she found a boy who loved her enough to understand her and take it from her.
Maria knew she had, Michael was amazing, he seemed to sense exactly what she wanted from the very first time they had sex. He understood her needs and accepted them without a question and she understood his, too, under the same conditions. He always wanted to be on top, with girls of course, and she loved to feel him over her, cause she felt protected, which was his other need: to protect her. She knew it wasn’t an alien thing, because she also sensed his masochistic tendencies, from years of constant abuse, and Hank’s drunken claims of his love for the boy when he was raping his guts out, Michael had thought for some years that maybe that was how it was, and he had no one to talk about it and guide him in the right way and he wasn’t willing to ask either, for fear they would think him weird. Even when he heard later on, that what was done to him was totally wrong, it was too late, because a pattern had already been established, and he couldn’t get away from it. The Max thing, when it started, didn’t help much either, though it wasn’t as violent, it still was painful, but unfailingly took him where he wanted to, in the end. Of course, with women it was different. The tenderness he had so shortly experienced from Hank’s wife, and then with Nurse Kelly, made it clear there was no way he could ever be physically mean to them in any way. And then came Maria. She constantly claimed he was psychologically mean to her, but he never meant it, it was his lack of finesse that was his enemy. No matter how he tried, it always came out wrong and never sounded the way he wanted it. He never meant her harm, in any way, quite the contrary, but he could never get it through to her. But in bed everything clicked from the very beginning. He set the pace according to what he was mentally getting from her, and it became their ritual. Their love making varied, of course, but the foreplay was a must.
He left her lips and continued down her neck to her breasts, first one then the other, suckling like a baby, something he had never had a chance to do. His mouth on one breast and his hand on the other, while she had one hand buried in his hair and the other raking his back. When he switched, so did she. All she had to do was whisper his name, and their ritual began.
Michael climbed on the bed and knelt behind her shoulders. He reached back and folded the pillow, raising her head with one hand, he pushed it under her to give her a comfortable angle. He placed the uncapped lube near one of her hands as he bent over her. He held himself up on his elbows as he kissed his way down her chest and belly and reached his target. Her hands reached around his hips to get him in the position she wanted, to reciprocate. He felt her hands on his ass, grabbing him hard, her nails digging into him. They were yin and yang, he was gentle, she was rough. That’s how it should be, he was strong enough to take it, she wasn’t. His hands gently spread her as his tongue lapped at her core. Her thumbs spread him and her tongue lapped at him just as he was doing to her. She whimpered and spread her legs all she could. He purred and moved his knees farther apart, spreading his thighs to accommodate her. He softly slid his tongue into her, she pushed hers into him, her saliva taking the place of the lacking natural lubrication. The results were just the same for both: ecstatic. His tongue moved inside her as hers did in him. He writhed in pleasure and the pain of her nails kept him in control. She slithered in pleasure and the pressure of his forearms held her softly in place. Maria came, Michael held back. Then his mouth slid up to her clit making her jump, one of his hands used two fingers to keep that small part of her anatomy accessible to him. Her mouth slid to his cock, using one of her hands to force it down into her mouth, pushing his body a little backwards to make it easier. Michael played around her pussy rolling his finger in her dripping fluids. Maria brought the tube of lube and squeezed it against his sensitive opening, using her finger to rub it around making it wet and slippery. Michael slid his index finger into her very slowly, making her whine with delight and push up against it. Maria forced her slick finger into him as he tightened on purpose, to feel all of it burying into him as he pushed back against it and purred like a cat. He started moving his finger easily in and out of her, hearing her sigh contentedly. Maria pumped her finger into him as he gradually relaxed, listening to his breath hiss through his teeth in excitement. His cock was rock hard as her teeth bit him softly and her clit was like a pebble on which he nibbled. Their fingers started twisting left and right, screwing their way in and out. Maria came again, Michael held back a second time. Maria knew Michael wouldn’t be able to hold back longer if she kept him in her hot mouth so she let it slide out, making him grunt and started turning her attention to his balls, taking them into her mouth one after the other and licking them everyway possible. Michael also changed his teeth for his tongue, making her sob, as his tongue circled and caressed her clit everyway he could. With both hands free, Michael used his other index and eased it into her, and she started breathing as if she had run a mile breaking all records. Maria lubed her other index and pushed it into Michael, making his breath hiss through his teeth. She waited for him to get used to the double intromission, knowing she was hurting him, while he rested his fingers inside her, as he controlled the pain and braced himself. When she felt he was ready for her, she tentatively moved her fingers inside him, and the double lube did its job. She remained deep and overlapped her fingers in both directions, feeling him gasp and try not to squeeze her fingers too hard. His fingers were deep too, and moved just like hers, while she squeezed them as hard as she could. Then one finger went in while the other slid out, then the other way round. Before they knew it, they just lost it, and Maria came screaming as she pulled one finger out replacing it with the middle finger of her remaining hand as she grabbed Michael’s cock and pushed it into her mouth. She pressed her fingers downwards into Michael’s prostate massaging and prodding in a circle and Michael came into her mouth groaning and growling as he shuddered, filling her with his hot seed. He slumped over her, and they lay there, in a long, alien post orgasm, which lasted from 20 to 30 minutes, as only one was alien, and then, when their breathing finally stabilized, Michael pushed up and knelt beside her, lifting her in his arms and placing her higher up on the bed. Then he lay again over her, and they started making out and running their hands all over each other until they were both ready again. Maria opened her legs and Michael got between them, showering her front with butterfly kisses, his hands caressing every inch his mouth had been to.
Maria couldn’t help remembering that first time, as his hands stopped at her lower belly and she felt a warmth there definitely coming from them. Then it was like they vibrated, and then both feelings were inside her, under the spot where his hands were. She had pulled herself up on her elbows to see him with his eyes shut tight, biting his lower lip as if in pain, but he was fully concentrating. Then he sighed, opened his eyes and gave her his typical smirk. “Alright”, he had said, and she didn’t understand what he meant. “What?” She had asked, and he had given her this unusual beautiful smile.
“No problem, I’ve moved it aside, so you’re technically a virgin, but with nothing in the way.” Maria’s eyes had opened wide. “You mean it will not…” “Maria, I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. I don’t know when you will finally believe me!” She had started laughing like a nut, until he started worrying if maybe she didn’t want that. “You ok? Is it ok?” She wiped the tears from her eyes and placed her hands on his cheeks, amused at his confused look. “Come…” She pulled him up and kissed his lips, enjoying the way she could feel his cock ready at her very wet pussy. And “Thank you, I love you,” against his lips. Her legs had wrapped around his hips, her heels pushing his butt and making him slide into her. He went very slowly, knowing it was her first time, but she was the one setting the pace, and she had different ideas. Still he resisted, and being far much stronger than her, he went in at his easy pace, but once he was fully inside, she went wild and he simply pleased her. She came again twice before he exploded inside her. That night they did it again after he told her he was leaving, and the rest of the week, with Maria exhilarated by the fact he had stayed for her, they did it enthusiastically every day for the rest of the week.
Maria had noticed it was easier for him to hold back when he was just inside her, than when they were inside each other in their unusual foreplay, and a week later, she had presented him with a black velvet bag, its mouth closed with beaded strings, and told him she wanted to play a very special game with him. He just nodded and she stood him in front of the bed and turned his back to it. Then she stood on the bed behind him and took out a black blindfold from the bag and placed it over his eyes. “Just to make sure you don’t cheat.” She had told him. Then she guided him onto the bed on his hands and knees and told him that if he moved, she would have to tie him up. “Ok then, you better do it.” He said, and she did just that. She tied his wrist and realized there were no bed posts, so she passed the rope under the bed to the other side and tied the other wrist tight enough so he stayed in place. There, she did a bow knot so she only needed one tug to let him loose. She told him to stay put and went to the couch, and took the three cushions and arranged them under his belly. Then she shoved him down on them. Michael moaned and asked: “Maria?” “Trust me, ok?” He just shrugged and let her go on. Instead of his ankles, trusting he wouldn’t kick her, she tied the other rope around his thighs a few inches above his knees as she had his wrists. “Hey!” “Shhh.” She took the last thing in the bag, and grinned. It was a vibrating dildo, the same size as his cock.
In a playful mood, she had bought two and given one to Liz, saying very solemnly that if Max turned out to be no good, she could always have this baby, which would do just what she wanted. When Liz opened the bag, she went into a hysterical fit of laughter, and they sat on her bed laughing together until they were almost choking. Liz had asked her what had inspired her to buy them, instead of getting Michael to do it, which she was sure he couldn’t wait to have her, and after what he had done, Liz thought he absolutely deserved it. That’s when Maria told her the whole thing, in excruciating detail. Liz had watched her with…envy. Maria knew it, and although Liz confirmed it, she didn’t need her to. Her eyes had told her exactly what she was feeling. “Maria, are you sure Michael can take this? I mean, you could hurt him…” “Michael totally agreed. He’s tough, no problems.” “You must tell me when you do it, don’t make me wait again, ok?” “Promise, chica. And you promise too, when you do it with Max.” “Sure.” Liz had answered, but her face was full of doubts. Maria decided not to push it, and left to give Michael a first sample of her purchases.
Maria knew Michael could take it, for a very different reason. Ever since the first time they had been together, since Michael had given her the flashes of his life, she had been getting bonuses which she was sure he had no notion that he was sending them to her. The first controlled one just showed his foster father ready to beat him with his belt, but the others, when he was in full orgasm, his mind completely out of his control, she had seen Hank sexually abusing him in different stages of his life, from a very young boy to just before he left town. She had been shocked, and had only reacted when Michael had been staring at her with a very worried look in his face, asking her if she was alright. That’s when she had realized he didn’t know he had flashed her that part of his life, which he surely wouldn’t willingly share with anyone, herself especially included. She had promised herself, and that was a promise she would definitely keep, that never, under no circumstances whatsoever, would she speak of this to anyone, except him, and even then, if it was absolutely necessary, no matter what he did or how much he pissed her off, perhaps only in a life threatening event, and only then, if he demanded it from her. His secret was safe with her.
As she watched the toy in her hand, she dropped it on the bed and crouched behind him. She started eating him out, spreading him with both hands. Michael gasped and moaned, pushing back into her, as she spanked him hard and ordered him to keep still. He obeyed, but couldn’t help squirming every now and then, and her hand was ready to punish him. She suspected he enjoyed it, and anyway, now she was dripping, so she slid the toy inside her, while she continued getting him ready. She then used her fingers with him for a while and then pulled the toy out of her and placed it against him. He started breathing hard and she bent down and kissed his butt on both sides, whispering: “It’s just a rubber toy, I chose it the same size as yours, so you can feel what you make me feel, and it’s just been inside me, so it’s lubed with my juices, and it’s as hot as I am…” Michael growled and pushed back violently making the whole head go in. “Hey, easy, I’m doing the fucking here!” Maria protested, and did just that. Every time he disobeyed and pushed back, she spanked him hard, watching his muscles tighten as he contracted painfully against the toy, yet he kept on doing it. So she changed her tactics. Every time he pushed back, she pulled out a little, making him moan in protest. “Keep still, then, and let me do it like I want to.” After that, he kept still, and she slowly slid it in until it was all inside him. Then she stopped and let him get used to it. Soon he was slithering like an eel and begging: “Maria, please!” She knew just what he wanted. She started sliding it in and out, first slowly, then faster, screwing it in and out clockwise and counterclockwise, pushing it in from the left and then from the right, in a forwards and then backwards direction, one pressing against his prostate, but limiting the penetration, the other going much deeper and making him groan just the same. “Maria, I want to come inside you…” he begged. Maria pushed it completely inside, leaving just the chord hanging out of him. Then she pulled it out again just enough, and pushed the switch that turned the vibrator on. “Maria, please!” He moaned, bucking, and she tugged at the cushions, pulling them away from under him with his help as he pushed up on his knees. She untied one wrist and one thigh and scuttled under him, then she draped her legs over his shoulders, easing him inside her. He only needed three thrusts and they were both coming, screaming each others’ names. Then Michael lay shuddering in Maria’s arms until she pushed him on his side and leaned over pulling the toy out of him and turning it off. He started relaxing, lying half over her, not to crush her, until their breathing stabilized and they fell asleep. When they woke up, Michael turned on his side to allow her to get up. Maria rid him of the ropes completely and Michael asked her to show him the thing. She got it by the chord and dangled it in front of his eyes. “Hands off!” She warned before he tried anything, and watched him licking his lips suggestively. “You want it again?” She taunted, “while you’re inside me?” He smirked, and she took it for a yes. “Bottoms up!” She ordered and he was immediately on his chest and knees. This time she used lube, one she had bought with a nozzle cap, so she slid it into him and squeezed, making him squirm. She giggled, as he wiggled his ass at her. “Bad boy! You need a good spanking!” She said and sat at the lower edge of the bed. “Come here!” She especially sounded very bossy. He looked over his shoulder and then crawled over her lap. She spanked him soundly until his ass was really red and he was sobbing softly and his muscles were so tight, he felt like a statue. “Ok, spaceboy, ready for the action.” She patted his thighs and as he pushed up, she slid from under him and shoved him back on the bed. She lubed her finger and slid it into him, finding him quite slick and slippery inside. As she pulled out, a few drops followed her finger and she rubbed them on the outside to ease the penetration. She put it against him and he whispered: “Turn it on…” She did so and started slipping it into him as it vibrated in low speed, as before. The way he was fidgeting, she thought he would lose it before he had a chance to get to her, but he was managing to hold back. When it was almost all inside, Maria chose to inform him: “It has a high speed.” “Shit! Do it!” “Are you sure?” “Yes!” She did it and Michael hissed and bucked driving it all inside him before she could react. “Maria!” She hurried under him and helped him into her. In spite of what he was going through, he went in quite gently and then the pace picked up and he could only hold back once, coming with her on her second. She had looped the chord around her wrist, so she only needed to tug to get it out once it was over.
During the next week, they developed a way that allowed her to tug on the chord as they were doing it, making it press against his prostate and triggering him as she wanted.
Maria returned to the present when Michael softly bit her lower lip, making her pull back in surprise.
- Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but you kind of zoned off. - He whispered against her lips.
- I was remembering our wild sex during that first month. - She smiled
- Hasn’t changed much…- He smirked, looking smug.
- I don’t want it to. I love it this way. - She admitted.
- So do I, as long as you don’t mind. - He agreed.
- Do you get bored, not changing? - She asked, her insecurity a little obvious.
- No, baby, I want what you want. Anything to please you. - They started kissing, their hands started roaming and soon they were doing everything they liked to please each other.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 88
Soon after Michael and Maria left the room, Max turned to Laurie.
- Laurie, is it alright if I keep on checking your grandpa’s stuff? - He asked.
- Hey, no need to ask, just go ahead. - She smiled at him and went back to Kyle.
Max looked at Liz, and she nodded. They walked away in the direction of the bomb shelter.
The second they arrived they started where they had left of. After about 20 minutes of absolute silence, Max turned to Liz and saw her frowning.
- Anything worth it? - He asked.
- This is really weird. I’ve found a record of all his abductions, and according to this, he was abducted several times, but only the last 3 entries show they were exactly 7 years, 11 months and 3 weeks away. 1 week short of 8 years. They all began at exactly midnight and lasted about 1 hour. And they happened right here, in the middle of this room. Look at the sketches! - She showed them to Max and they were quite accurate as to the exact place where the actual abduction took place.
- If Charles Dupree were alive, there would be another one in just a couple of days. Max, when did Laurie say her grandfather died? -
- More than 7 years ago…-
They looked at each other and raced out of the room. They arrived at the chimney room, out of breath, startling everyone, as they turned to look at
them.
- What happened? - Isabel asked, looking worried.
- Laurie, when did your grandfather die? - Liz asked.
- What? - Laurie said, surprised.
- The exact date! It’s very important! - Liz insisted.
- Wait…- She frowned in concentration. - That would be in 3 days…no, 2. -
- That means he died after his last abduction. He wrote that entry in his book. - Max observed.
- They said they found him in the morning in his bed apparently asleep, looking quite peaceful, his hands crossed over his chest. The doctor said he passed away somewhere between 1 and 3 am. Why? -
- They might come again to look for him. - Max said.
- But he’s dead! - Laurie exclaimed.
- Maybe they don’t know. - He went on.
- They won’t find him here. -
- They might try looking for him. Michael looks like him and has his DNA! - Isabel looked very scared.
- Oh my god! They might go for him! - Laurie shouted covering her mouth with her hands. She turned to Max and Isabel. - They are your people, what else would they want from him? -
- We are not sure if they are, according to his sketches, he’s been in contact with different kinds of aliens, only some are our own. He was abducted several times by all of them. We are not sure when our people took his DNA, and if they are the ones coming, we don’t know either what they might want with him. - Max couldn’t make sense no matter how much he tried.
- And if they’re others, or our enemies, they might hurt him or kill him! - Isabel grew very alarmed at the end.
- We must tell him! He should go away! - Laurie was now as alarmed as Isabel.
- Laurie, I don’t mean to sound rude, but why did you invite us here now? Think if something happened to make you do it, dreams, anything…-
- Yes, that’s it! The dreams! First I dreamt Michael was in the hospital, in such pain, and that if he had been here with me, where he belongs, nothing would have happened. So I went to Roswell, and in the plane, coming over, I dreamt that you were all here, safe. Then that day at Michael’s, when we were all together, I remembered the dreams and decided to ask you over. -
- We must tell Michael! We must warn him! He must know! - Isabel was very agitated.
- I don’t think he’ll appreciate it if we interrupt his fun and games. - Kyle said, shaking his head.
- I’ll write him a note that we have something important to tell him, and slip it under his door. They might see it when…-
- When they take a break. - Stuart finished for Isabel.
Laurie got her a notebook and a pen and Isabel wrote the note and rushed to their bedroom. She knelt and slid it under the door, and as she did it, she couldn’t help hearing them: “Michael, oh Michael!” “Yes, yes!” and he groaned, as if in pain. Suddenly, Isabel got a flash of herself lying under Michael and digging her long nails viciously into his flesh as he groaned in exactly the same way. She shook her head, making the vision go away.
She hurried back, whispering: “No way!” to herself, and found everyone’s eyes on her as she entered the room.
- They are at it, right? - Kyle asked eagerly.
- KYLE! - Went both Isabel and Laurie together, while the others frowned at him.
- Yes, they are. - Isabel admitted.
They tried to make conversation, to pass the time, waiting for Michael or Maria to find the note and come over, but when the clock struck midnight, they knew it was useless. Liz assured them she always woke up early, so she offered to go and talk to Maria as soon as she could tomorrow. They agreed it was the best they could do, and went to their rooms. It was a restless night for everyone, worried sick as they were, and Isabel ended knocking at Stuart’s room and spending the night there, talking until the early hours. Laurie did the same with Kyle. Max and Liz, started talking too, but then Max used his powers and gave Liz a peaceful sleep, for her dire errand, in a few hours.
Liz woke up at exactly 5:30 like everyday, but remembering where she was and what she had to do, she set the alarm at 7 am and took a snooze. She woke up with the alarm, and saw Max sit up automatically, too.
- It’s ok, Max, I’m going to Maria’s ok? - She reminded him.
He nodded and lay back, closing his eyes. Liz walked to Michael and Maria’s room and knocked softly on the door, calling her name. She knew she would only wake her up, but she didn’t want to startle her. There was no answer, so she tried the door and it opened easily and silently. She popped her head in and saw Isabel’s note lay still on the floor, unnoticed. She turned to the bed on her left. Michael lay sprawled, as usual, but Maria wasn’t there. She turned to her right and saw the bathroom door half open and the sound of water. There she was. She picked up the note and went in, heading for the bathroom. Maria sat in the tub, with the whirlpool on and headphones. She patted her hand and she opened her eyes, smiling, probably expecting to see Michael, who wouldn’t have done that, but would have kissed her, and her eyes went wide when she saw Liz. She pulled off the headphones.
- Hey, chica, join me! - She invited.
Liz pointed to the bedroom, indicating Michael.
- No way, I fucked the daylights out of him, I don’t think he’ll be up before midday! - She giggled.
Liz handed her Isabel’s note, and Maria’s mouth dropped open as she read.
- What happened? - She stared at Liz, eyes ready to pop out of her head.
Liz told her all they had found out and the possibilities they had debated on, last night. Maria started getting hurriedly out of the tub, but Liz stopped her.
- Maria, let him sleep. He, most of all, needs to be rested and clear minded to reach a decision. You know very well that no matter what we come up with, he’ll do what he thinks is the best, so he needs to be as lucid as he can. I’ll join you in for a while. Believe me, we need to relax if we want to help him. Everyone’s sleeping, we had one hell of a night, - Maria opened her mouth to say something, but Liz didn’t give her time. - Sure, you did too, but at least, yours was pleasant. -
They soaked for about 10 minutes, as Maria gave Liz the report of her night of kinky debauchery, sans the ice cream. Then Isabel appeared at the door, also looking for Michael and finding him passed out. She got in and as Maria simply continued where she had left off, they suddenly realized Isabel was blushing furiously.
- I’m sorry, Isabel! - Said Maria, realizing how uncomfortable she had made her.
- No, no, it’s alright, I’m just being stupid, honest. Michael isn’t really my brother, or my fiancé in this life, like I said, I’m just being stupid. -
Right then, Max and Kyle started hollering for them at the bedroom’s door and Isabel got out using a large towel and peeking out of the bathroom, told them they’d meet them in 5 at the kitchen. She closed the door and got dressed, telling them to join them too. Once she had left, both Liz and Maria sighed.
- I wish my legs were that long! - Liz whined.
- I wish my legs were that full! - Maria whined too.
- It just sucks, Laurie’s are just as short as mine are, even Tess’ were too! - Liz complained.
- Yeah, but she has to watch out, she’s putting on a little weight…- Maria observed.
- You heard her say how her mother is over feeding her. And Jesse doesn’t let her do anything, he wants her home as a slave! I think he’s a prick! I’m really having my doubts about him lately. Especially after what Agent Duff said. - Liz grew thoughtful.
- Yeah, me too…Anyway, Isabel has the best legs of the four of us. - Maria admitted.
- And Michael has the best of the guys! - Liz said.
- You sure? Let’s see, Kyle’s, short, Max’s, knobby, Stuart’s, reedy, like Alex’s…- She added with a sad look. - Yeah, I guess you’re right. Spaceboy’s are the best of the boys. He and Isabel make a great couple…their kids would have great legs, mine would maybe inherit my spindly shanks, poor kids…- Maria noticed Liz was trying not to laugh at her rambling.
- Hey, what are you talking about? C’mon, they’re waiting for us, hurry up! -
They dressed quietly and left the room after Maria went to Michael and kissed the corner of his mouth, gesturing towards his legs to Liz as she turned to join her at the door. They left giggling, until they reached the landing and remembered what they would be discussing with the others. Laurie had sent Sylvia and Anita with their guys to do some shopping so they could speak freely. Liz and Max had brought grandpa Dupree’s books and they were all trying to find out which aliens were which, what they could want, and every possibility, in case they would go for another abduction.
- It somehow doesn’t make sense for aliens to abduct another alien. - Kyle said.
- Michael is half alien, and his human side has Charles Dupree’s DNA, which is probably what they’re looking for. - Liz told him.
Maria looked at her watch and it was almost 11:30 am.
- I think Spaceboy has slept enough and it’s time he should know what’s going on. - She got up and left to get him.
- Yell if you need help! - Kyle shouted after her.
She waved him off and they went on with their discussion until they heard Maria shriek. That had them sprinting up the stairs to find her at the bedroom door, shaking with fear. When they joined her, they saw the reason for her scream. Two black Dobermans were lying on the bed, sleeping with Michael. One had its head on Michael’s butt on one side and the other had its head on his thigh, on the other side. Maria’s eyes were bulging and she couldn’t look away when they arrived, she just pointed at the bed. Laurie giggled, and walked in, approaching the bed.
- Hey, Glowie, Mucho, what are you doing here? - She shook the dogs awake and one of them licked at Michael’s ass, as they wagged their stumpy tails.
- Mmm…Maria…- Michael whispered, and they couldn’t help laughing.
The other dog went licking at his mouth enthusiastically, and that finally managed to wake him up.
- Hey, hiyah, guys…- He went and started playing around with the dogs.
- They’ve been here before? - Laurie asked him.
- Yeah, they wake me up when Maria’s in the bathroom, so I show them out before they scare her. I did so today, but I guess they returned. - Michael said, hugging a dog with each arm, as they licked his face, seeming very friendly.
-They were grandpa’s, well Mucho was. He was only 6 months old when he died. Glowie was born after, she didn’t know him, but if Mucho likes you, so will she. Ok, guys, off you go. Laurie started pushing the dogs off the bed and out the open window, through which they had obviously come in. Michael was busy looking around for something to wear because as he pushed up from the bed he had realized he was buck naked. Maria rushed in and took him a pair of sweat shorts from the chair and slid them up his legs. He got them all the way up, and by then, Laurie was returning into the room. She sat on the bed beside Michael and soon they were all camping in the room. The girls snuggled around with Michael’s body for a giant pillow, and the guys sitting on the floor. Michael was informed of what had gone on that last night, and he took it very calmly, saying he would go riding and think it over. He went into the bathroom, with Maria close behind him and they heard him taking a shower. Then he came out in the riding pants and boots he had found in the closet.
- Wow, they fit you perfectly! - Said Laurie, smiling fondly at him.
- You left them here for me, didn’t you? - Michael asked, doubtful.
- Yes, they were grandpa’s. He said he was very thin when he was young, but as he got older, he gained some weight. I remember him being like you now. - Her eyes grew misty, and Michael went to her and hugged her.
- Ride the chestnut too, you’ll like him, he’s such a smooth ride, being half Paso. - She said, letting him go.
Michael nodded and left through the glass door. They started back to the kitchen when the van arrived and so did Anita, Sylvia and the guys covered by the shopping bags. Once they finished unloading the car, Laurie called them over to go and watch Michael ride. Javi and Ruben walked quickly ahead to check out the stables. When the gang arrived, Laurie met Rubén’s worried look and asked him what was wrong.
- I just saw Michael going to the left with Sundown, that’s where the ditch crosses and Sundown doesn’t like it. - He was definitely worried.
- Well, catch up with him on Moonshadow. - Laurie told him, watching him grow pale.
- Miss Laurie, he doesn’t let me ride him. - He muttered, embarrassed.
- Oh, right, what can we do? - She asked as Rubén shook his head.
- Nothing, but we can watch from the tower, to see if he needs help. -
- Right! - Laurie led them all to the tower just behind the stables which gave a perfect view of all the property. It had a lift which was put in by grandpa when the winding stairs became an issue. It took them up in seconds and the view was awesome. Rubén pointed at Michael just as he was approaching the ditch. The horse stopped, and Michael just patted his neck waiting for the animal to take a good look and see that it wasn’t dangerous or even too wide for him to leap over. Then, he walked him back a few yards and brought him back again at a canter. They could hear Rubén and Laurie catch their breaths, ready to race back down to pick Michael up from the ground, when they saw the horse fly over the ditch and buck happily at the other side. They could even hear Michael laughing and patting him again. Laurie and Rubén breathed loudly.
- How did he do that? - Rubén asked no one. Still, he got an answer.
- Cause he’s Michael. - Max and Kyle said together, chuckling, knowing very well the alien boy.
They just stood there watching Michael riding around the place, cantering, pacing and trotting, until he started walking back. They caught up with him as he was returning to the stables. They walked by him and Laurie asked him how he’d liked him.
- He’s great, he can both trot and pace, if you ask him to. - Michael said.
- How do you ask him? - Kyle wanted to know.
- Come here. - Michael told him and walked the horse into the schooling ring. He started at a trot.
- If you want him to trot, you just press your heels into him. See? - He trotted in a circle around Kyle. Then he went back to a walk.
- If you want him to pace, you move your body sideways, like rocking. Watch. - He swayed his hips from left to right and the horse started pacing.
- And if you want him to run…gallop? - Kyle asked.
- Canter. - Michael corrected him. - You move as if you’re doing it. - He said.
- Doing what? - Kyle didn’t get it. Michael laughed.
- Doing it…you know? - Michael insisted and started moving as if he was having sex, and the horse changed from pacing to a canter immediately.
- See? It’s body language, mostly. - He said, slowing to a walk, and starting back to the stables. After he took care of the horse, telling Rubén he wanted to do it, he got Moonshadow ready and rode him the same as the other one, leaping the ditch with no problems, straight on, since it was obvious the big black one loved to jump. Once they were returning to the house, Laurie turned to Michael.
- Did you think about it? - She asked, taking his hand. Michael gave it a gentle squeeze.
- No need. I’ll know what to do when the time comes. I’ve learnt from experience that thinking too much about it doesn’t help you reach the correct decision. It always comes to you right there and then. That’s what I’ll do. - He put his arms around Laurie’s and Maria’s shoulders as they walked beside him and led them back to the house. They ended up at the pool for lunch, and Laurie informed the rest what Michael had told her, as they waited for him and Maria, who suspiciously took ages to change. When they finally arrived, he went to lie at his usual spot along the pool. Max and Isabel came and sat by him as the others bathed in the cool water.
- Michael I think you should leave with Laurie, because your DNA’s make you guys the targets. - Max told him seriously.
- No, you guys must take Laurie away, but I’m staying. I must make the contact, I’ll risk it. - Michael answered him.
- No, Michael! I…We don’t want you to get hurt again, please! Go with Laurie, we’ll all go until it’s over. - Isabel begged him.
- It’s your decision, man, but we’d rather you wouldn’t do it. - Max insisted.
- I’m staying. - Michael was adamant. - You guys take Laurie and the girls away, ok? -
Max and Isabel looked at each other and nodded.
- Kyle and Stuart will take Laurie, Maria and Liz away, but I’m staying with you, no matter what you say. - Max said.
- I’m staying too, and you’re not going to make me leave, cause I’ll find a way to come back. - Isabel glared at Michael.
- I’ll keep us covered with my shield, but we’ll be there for you. - Max assured him.
- Ok, but if anything happens and I see you in danger, I’ll be your shield. Is that clear? - He watched them go pale, but they nodded weakly.
- We don’t need to mess up the holidays for the rest, so my decision will be just between us until it’s time for them to go. I’ve told Laurie I’m making a last minute decision when the time comes. Stick to that, and you can stay with me, deal? - He decided.
- Deal. - Max and Isabel accepted.
- I’ll take a snooze, ok? - Michael said, closing his eyes.
As Max and Isabel headed for the pool, they saw Maria swim over to Michael. She took his hand that was dipped in the pool, and kissed it. He smiled and she pulled at him, making him accept her invitation and he simply rolled sideways into the water. She ducked in and they came out kissing. They waded to the shallow side and climbed out heading for the house. As they passed by the table with the food, Maria filled a dessert bowl with ice cream. She turned to Laurie.
- Hey, Laurie, do you have whipped cream? -
- Sure, Anita must’ve forgotten it. There are some spray cans in the fridge. -
- Thank you. -
Maria handed the ice cream to Michael, and skipped to the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream. She gave Michael a wicked smile and he nodded and winked. He knew what she had in mind, and totally agreed. They went straight to the whirlpool in their room. Maria placed the ice cream by the tub and tipped a bottle of bubble bath into the water. She got in and splashed around making the water all sudsy. Michael slid into the tub and Maria slid in behind him spooned against him. She reached down for the ice cream and fed it to him, as she ate some too. It was French Vanilla, and she loved the milky flavour that it left in his mouth. She was about to feed him a third spoonful, but she pulled it away leaving him with his mouth open to receive it. She put it in her mouth instead, smiling at the look of protest in his face. She bent towards him and kissed him, feeding him the ice cream straight from her mouth. When she pulled back, Michael licked his lips and smiled.
- That beats the hell out of the spoon. - He whispered.
- Doesn’t it? - She whispered back.
When they ran out of ice cream, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his hair as she rubbed his chest and stomach.
- Ok, Spaceboy, spill, what were you talking with Max and Isabel? - She asked.
- They said we have to go away overnight and come back next day when the danger is over. - Michael informed her.
- Who worked out the time schedule? - She went on.
- Liz did. - Michael said.
- Oh, no doubts there, then. - Maria informed him. - Just relax then, and enjoy your bath. -
She reached down to his thighs and her hand buried between them. Michael gave a start.
- Guess a bath works wonders, huh? - He threw his head back over her shoulder and captured her lips. Then he flipped over, on her, and their mouths and hands went into full action. A few minutes later they came to the conclusion that the water was really in the way.
- Bed? - Asked Michael, with a smirk.
- Bed. - Answered Maria, totally agreeing.
He stepped out of the tub, leant over, and scooped her in his arms, using his powers to dry their dripping bodies on the way to the bedroom. The can of whipped cream was waiting for them on the nightstand, with the rest of the stuff in the drawer.
Soon after Michael and Maria left the room, Max turned to Laurie.
- Laurie, is it alright if I keep on checking your grandpa’s stuff? - He asked.
- Hey, no need to ask, just go ahead. - She smiled at him and went back to Kyle.
Max looked at Liz, and she nodded. They walked away in the direction of the bomb shelter.
The second they arrived they started where they had left of. After about 20 minutes of absolute silence, Max turned to Liz and saw her frowning.
- Anything worth it? - He asked.
- This is really weird. I’ve found a record of all his abductions, and according to this, he was abducted several times, but only the last 3 entries show they were exactly 7 years, 11 months and 3 weeks away. 1 week short of 8 years. They all began at exactly midnight and lasted about 1 hour. And they happened right here, in the middle of this room. Look at the sketches! - She showed them to Max and they were quite accurate as to the exact place where the actual abduction took place.
- If Charles Dupree were alive, there would be another one in just a couple of days. Max, when did Laurie say her grandfather died? -
- More than 7 years ago…-
They looked at each other and raced out of the room. They arrived at the chimney room, out of breath, startling everyone, as they turned to look at
them.
- What happened? - Isabel asked, looking worried.
- Laurie, when did your grandfather die? - Liz asked.
- What? - Laurie said, surprised.
- The exact date! It’s very important! - Liz insisted.
- Wait…- She frowned in concentration. - That would be in 3 days…no, 2. -
- That means he died after his last abduction. He wrote that entry in his book. - Max observed.
- They said they found him in the morning in his bed apparently asleep, looking quite peaceful, his hands crossed over his chest. The doctor said he passed away somewhere between 1 and 3 am. Why? -
- They might come again to look for him. - Max said.
- But he’s dead! - Laurie exclaimed.
- Maybe they don’t know. - He went on.
- They won’t find him here. -
- They might try looking for him. Michael looks like him and has his DNA! - Isabel looked very scared.
- Oh my god! They might go for him! - Laurie shouted covering her mouth with her hands. She turned to Max and Isabel. - They are your people, what else would they want from him? -
- We are not sure if they are, according to his sketches, he’s been in contact with different kinds of aliens, only some are our own. He was abducted several times by all of them. We are not sure when our people took his DNA, and if they are the ones coming, we don’t know either what they might want with him. - Max couldn’t make sense no matter how much he tried.
- And if they’re others, or our enemies, they might hurt him or kill him! - Isabel grew very alarmed at the end.
- We must tell him! He should go away! - Laurie was now as alarmed as Isabel.
- Laurie, I don’t mean to sound rude, but why did you invite us here now? Think if something happened to make you do it, dreams, anything…-
- Yes, that’s it! The dreams! First I dreamt Michael was in the hospital, in such pain, and that if he had been here with me, where he belongs, nothing would have happened. So I went to Roswell, and in the plane, coming over, I dreamt that you were all here, safe. Then that day at Michael’s, when we were all together, I remembered the dreams and decided to ask you over. -
- We must tell Michael! We must warn him! He must know! - Isabel was very agitated.
- I don’t think he’ll appreciate it if we interrupt his fun and games. - Kyle said, shaking his head.
- I’ll write him a note that we have something important to tell him, and slip it under his door. They might see it when…-
- When they take a break. - Stuart finished for Isabel.
Laurie got her a notebook and a pen and Isabel wrote the note and rushed to their bedroom. She knelt and slid it under the door, and as she did it, she couldn’t help hearing them: “Michael, oh Michael!” “Yes, yes!” and he groaned, as if in pain. Suddenly, Isabel got a flash of herself lying under Michael and digging her long nails viciously into his flesh as he groaned in exactly the same way. She shook her head, making the vision go away.
She hurried back, whispering: “No way!” to herself, and found everyone’s eyes on her as she entered the room.
- They are at it, right? - Kyle asked eagerly.
- KYLE! - Went both Isabel and Laurie together, while the others frowned at him.
- Yes, they are. - Isabel admitted.
They tried to make conversation, to pass the time, waiting for Michael or Maria to find the note and come over, but when the clock struck midnight, they knew it was useless. Liz assured them she always woke up early, so she offered to go and talk to Maria as soon as she could tomorrow. They agreed it was the best they could do, and went to their rooms. It was a restless night for everyone, worried sick as they were, and Isabel ended knocking at Stuart’s room and spending the night there, talking until the early hours. Laurie did the same with Kyle. Max and Liz, started talking too, but then Max used his powers and gave Liz a peaceful sleep, for her dire errand, in a few hours.
Liz woke up at exactly 5:30 like everyday, but remembering where she was and what she had to do, she set the alarm at 7 am and took a snooze. She woke up with the alarm, and saw Max sit up automatically, too.
- It’s ok, Max, I’m going to Maria’s ok? - She reminded him.
He nodded and lay back, closing his eyes. Liz walked to Michael and Maria’s room and knocked softly on the door, calling her name. She knew she would only wake her up, but she didn’t want to startle her. There was no answer, so she tried the door and it opened easily and silently. She popped her head in and saw Isabel’s note lay still on the floor, unnoticed. She turned to the bed on her left. Michael lay sprawled, as usual, but Maria wasn’t there. She turned to her right and saw the bathroom door half open and the sound of water. There she was. She picked up the note and went in, heading for the bathroom. Maria sat in the tub, with the whirlpool on and headphones. She patted her hand and she opened her eyes, smiling, probably expecting to see Michael, who wouldn’t have done that, but would have kissed her, and her eyes went wide when she saw Liz. She pulled off the headphones.
- Hey, chica, join me! - She invited.
Liz pointed to the bedroom, indicating Michael.
- No way, I fucked the daylights out of him, I don’t think he’ll be up before midday! - She giggled.
Liz handed her Isabel’s note, and Maria’s mouth dropped open as she read.
- What happened? - She stared at Liz, eyes ready to pop out of her head.
Liz told her all they had found out and the possibilities they had debated on, last night. Maria started getting hurriedly out of the tub, but Liz stopped her.
- Maria, let him sleep. He, most of all, needs to be rested and clear minded to reach a decision. You know very well that no matter what we come up with, he’ll do what he thinks is the best, so he needs to be as lucid as he can. I’ll join you in for a while. Believe me, we need to relax if we want to help him. Everyone’s sleeping, we had one hell of a night, - Maria opened her mouth to say something, but Liz didn’t give her time. - Sure, you did too, but at least, yours was pleasant. -
They soaked for about 10 minutes, as Maria gave Liz the report of her night of kinky debauchery, sans the ice cream. Then Isabel appeared at the door, also looking for Michael and finding him passed out. She got in and as Maria simply continued where she had left off, they suddenly realized Isabel was blushing furiously.
- I’m sorry, Isabel! - Said Maria, realizing how uncomfortable she had made her.
- No, no, it’s alright, I’m just being stupid, honest. Michael isn’t really my brother, or my fiancé in this life, like I said, I’m just being stupid. -
Right then, Max and Kyle started hollering for them at the bedroom’s door and Isabel got out using a large towel and peeking out of the bathroom, told them they’d meet them in 5 at the kitchen. She closed the door and got dressed, telling them to join them too. Once she had left, both Liz and Maria sighed.
- I wish my legs were that long! - Liz whined.
- I wish my legs were that full! - Maria whined too.
- It just sucks, Laurie’s are just as short as mine are, even Tess’ were too! - Liz complained.
- Yeah, but she has to watch out, she’s putting on a little weight…- Maria observed.
- You heard her say how her mother is over feeding her. And Jesse doesn’t let her do anything, he wants her home as a slave! I think he’s a prick! I’m really having my doubts about him lately. Especially after what Agent Duff said. - Liz grew thoughtful.
- Yeah, me too…Anyway, Isabel has the best legs of the four of us. - Maria admitted.
- And Michael has the best of the guys! - Liz said.
- You sure? Let’s see, Kyle’s, short, Max’s, knobby, Stuart’s, reedy, like Alex’s…- She added with a sad look. - Yeah, I guess you’re right. Spaceboy’s are the best of the boys. He and Isabel make a great couple…their kids would have great legs, mine would maybe inherit my spindly shanks, poor kids…- Maria noticed Liz was trying not to laugh at her rambling.
- Hey, what are you talking about? C’mon, they’re waiting for us, hurry up! -
They dressed quietly and left the room after Maria went to Michael and kissed the corner of his mouth, gesturing towards his legs to Liz as she turned to join her at the door. They left giggling, until they reached the landing and remembered what they would be discussing with the others. Laurie had sent Sylvia and Anita with their guys to do some shopping so they could speak freely. Liz and Max had brought grandpa Dupree’s books and they were all trying to find out which aliens were which, what they could want, and every possibility, in case they would go for another abduction.
- It somehow doesn’t make sense for aliens to abduct another alien. - Kyle said.
- Michael is half alien, and his human side has Charles Dupree’s DNA, which is probably what they’re looking for. - Liz told him.
Maria looked at her watch and it was almost 11:30 am.
- I think Spaceboy has slept enough and it’s time he should know what’s going on. - She got up and left to get him.
- Yell if you need help! - Kyle shouted after her.
She waved him off and they went on with their discussion until they heard Maria shriek. That had them sprinting up the stairs to find her at the bedroom door, shaking with fear. When they joined her, they saw the reason for her scream. Two black Dobermans were lying on the bed, sleeping with Michael. One had its head on Michael’s butt on one side and the other had its head on his thigh, on the other side. Maria’s eyes were bulging and she couldn’t look away when they arrived, she just pointed at the bed. Laurie giggled, and walked in, approaching the bed.
- Hey, Glowie, Mucho, what are you doing here? - She shook the dogs awake and one of them licked at Michael’s ass, as they wagged their stumpy tails.
- Mmm…Maria…- Michael whispered, and they couldn’t help laughing.
The other dog went licking at his mouth enthusiastically, and that finally managed to wake him up.
- Hey, hiyah, guys…- He went and started playing around with the dogs.
- They’ve been here before? - Laurie asked him.
- Yeah, they wake me up when Maria’s in the bathroom, so I show them out before they scare her. I did so today, but I guess they returned. - Michael said, hugging a dog with each arm, as they licked his face, seeming very friendly.
-They were grandpa’s, well Mucho was. He was only 6 months old when he died. Glowie was born after, she didn’t know him, but if Mucho likes you, so will she. Ok, guys, off you go. Laurie started pushing the dogs off the bed and out the open window, through which they had obviously come in. Michael was busy looking around for something to wear because as he pushed up from the bed he had realized he was buck naked. Maria rushed in and took him a pair of sweat shorts from the chair and slid them up his legs. He got them all the way up, and by then, Laurie was returning into the room. She sat on the bed beside Michael and soon they were all camping in the room. The girls snuggled around with Michael’s body for a giant pillow, and the guys sitting on the floor. Michael was informed of what had gone on that last night, and he took it very calmly, saying he would go riding and think it over. He went into the bathroom, with Maria close behind him and they heard him taking a shower. Then he came out in the riding pants and boots he had found in the closet.
- Wow, they fit you perfectly! - Said Laurie, smiling fondly at him.
- You left them here for me, didn’t you? - Michael asked, doubtful.
- Yes, they were grandpa’s. He said he was very thin when he was young, but as he got older, he gained some weight. I remember him being like you now. - Her eyes grew misty, and Michael went to her and hugged her.
- Ride the chestnut too, you’ll like him, he’s such a smooth ride, being half Paso. - She said, letting him go.
Michael nodded and left through the glass door. They started back to the kitchen when the van arrived and so did Anita, Sylvia and the guys covered by the shopping bags. Once they finished unloading the car, Laurie called them over to go and watch Michael ride. Javi and Ruben walked quickly ahead to check out the stables. When the gang arrived, Laurie met Rubén’s worried look and asked him what was wrong.
- I just saw Michael going to the left with Sundown, that’s where the ditch crosses and Sundown doesn’t like it. - He was definitely worried.
- Well, catch up with him on Moonshadow. - Laurie told him, watching him grow pale.
- Miss Laurie, he doesn’t let me ride him. - He muttered, embarrassed.
- Oh, right, what can we do? - She asked as Rubén shook his head.
- Nothing, but we can watch from the tower, to see if he needs help. -
- Right! - Laurie led them all to the tower just behind the stables which gave a perfect view of all the property. It had a lift which was put in by grandpa when the winding stairs became an issue. It took them up in seconds and the view was awesome. Rubén pointed at Michael just as he was approaching the ditch. The horse stopped, and Michael just patted his neck waiting for the animal to take a good look and see that it wasn’t dangerous or even too wide for him to leap over. Then, he walked him back a few yards and brought him back again at a canter. They could hear Rubén and Laurie catch their breaths, ready to race back down to pick Michael up from the ground, when they saw the horse fly over the ditch and buck happily at the other side. They could even hear Michael laughing and patting him again. Laurie and Rubén breathed loudly.
- How did he do that? - Rubén asked no one. Still, he got an answer.
- Cause he’s Michael. - Max and Kyle said together, chuckling, knowing very well the alien boy.
They just stood there watching Michael riding around the place, cantering, pacing and trotting, until he started walking back. They caught up with him as he was returning to the stables. They walked by him and Laurie asked him how he’d liked him.
- He’s great, he can both trot and pace, if you ask him to. - Michael said.
- How do you ask him? - Kyle wanted to know.
- Come here. - Michael told him and walked the horse into the schooling ring. He started at a trot.
- If you want him to trot, you just press your heels into him. See? - He trotted in a circle around Kyle. Then he went back to a walk.
- If you want him to pace, you move your body sideways, like rocking. Watch. - He swayed his hips from left to right and the horse started pacing.
- And if you want him to run…gallop? - Kyle asked.
- Canter. - Michael corrected him. - You move as if you’re doing it. - He said.
- Doing what? - Kyle didn’t get it. Michael laughed.
- Doing it…you know? - Michael insisted and started moving as if he was having sex, and the horse changed from pacing to a canter immediately.
- See? It’s body language, mostly. - He said, slowing to a walk, and starting back to the stables. After he took care of the horse, telling Rubén he wanted to do it, he got Moonshadow ready and rode him the same as the other one, leaping the ditch with no problems, straight on, since it was obvious the big black one loved to jump. Once they were returning to the house, Laurie turned to Michael.
- Did you think about it? - She asked, taking his hand. Michael gave it a gentle squeeze.
- No need. I’ll know what to do when the time comes. I’ve learnt from experience that thinking too much about it doesn’t help you reach the correct decision. It always comes to you right there and then. That’s what I’ll do. - He put his arms around Laurie’s and Maria’s shoulders as they walked beside him and led them back to the house. They ended up at the pool for lunch, and Laurie informed the rest what Michael had told her, as they waited for him and Maria, who suspiciously took ages to change. When they finally arrived, he went to lie at his usual spot along the pool. Max and Isabel came and sat by him as the others bathed in the cool water.
- Michael I think you should leave with Laurie, because your DNA’s make you guys the targets. - Max told him seriously.
- No, you guys must take Laurie away, but I’m staying. I must make the contact, I’ll risk it. - Michael answered him.
- No, Michael! I…We don’t want you to get hurt again, please! Go with Laurie, we’ll all go until it’s over. - Isabel begged him.
- It’s your decision, man, but we’d rather you wouldn’t do it. - Max insisted.
- I’m staying. - Michael was adamant. - You guys take Laurie and the girls away, ok? -
Max and Isabel looked at each other and nodded.
- Kyle and Stuart will take Laurie, Maria and Liz away, but I’m staying with you, no matter what you say. - Max said.
- I’m staying too, and you’re not going to make me leave, cause I’ll find a way to come back. - Isabel glared at Michael.
- I’ll keep us covered with my shield, but we’ll be there for you. - Max assured him.
- Ok, but if anything happens and I see you in danger, I’ll be your shield. Is that clear? - He watched them go pale, but they nodded weakly.
- We don’t need to mess up the holidays for the rest, so my decision will be just between us until it’s time for them to go. I’ve told Laurie I’m making a last minute decision when the time comes. Stick to that, and you can stay with me, deal? - He decided.
- Deal. - Max and Isabel accepted.
- I’ll take a snooze, ok? - Michael said, closing his eyes.
As Max and Isabel headed for the pool, they saw Maria swim over to Michael. She took his hand that was dipped in the pool, and kissed it. He smiled and she pulled at him, making him accept her invitation and he simply rolled sideways into the water. She ducked in and they came out kissing. They waded to the shallow side and climbed out heading for the house. As they passed by the table with the food, Maria filled a dessert bowl with ice cream. She turned to Laurie.
- Hey, Laurie, do you have whipped cream? -
- Sure, Anita must’ve forgotten it. There are some spray cans in the fridge. -
- Thank you. -
Maria handed the ice cream to Michael, and skipped to the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream. She gave Michael a wicked smile and he nodded and winked. He knew what she had in mind, and totally agreed. They went straight to the whirlpool in their room. Maria placed the ice cream by the tub and tipped a bottle of bubble bath into the water. She got in and splashed around making the water all sudsy. Michael slid into the tub and Maria slid in behind him spooned against him. She reached down for the ice cream and fed it to him, as she ate some too. It was French Vanilla, and she loved the milky flavour that it left in his mouth. She was about to feed him a third spoonful, but she pulled it away leaving him with his mouth open to receive it. She put it in her mouth instead, smiling at the look of protest in his face. She bent towards him and kissed him, feeding him the ice cream straight from her mouth. When she pulled back, Michael licked his lips and smiled.
- That beats the hell out of the spoon. - He whispered.
- Doesn’t it? - She whispered back.
When they ran out of ice cream, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his hair as she rubbed his chest and stomach.
- Ok, Spaceboy, spill, what were you talking with Max and Isabel? - She asked.
- They said we have to go away overnight and come back next day when the danger is over. - Michael informed her.
- Who worked out the time schedule? - She went on.
- Liz did. - Michael said.
- Oh, no doubts there, then. - Maria informed him. - Just relax then, and enjoy your bath. -
She reached down to his thighs and her hand buried between them. Michael gave a start.
- Guess a bath works wonders, huh? - He threw his head back over her shoulder and captured her lips. Then he flipped over, on her, and their mouths and hands went into full action. A few minutes later they came to the conclusion that the water was really in the way.
- Bed? - Asked Michael, with a smirk.
- Bed. - Answered Maria, totally agreeing.
He stepped out of the tub, leant over, and scooped her in his arms, using his powers to dry their dripping bodies on the way to the bedroom. The can of whipped cream was waiting for them on the nightstand, with the rest of the stuff in the drawer.
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Chapter 89
While the gang was splashing around in the pool, Max and Liz were sitting in the shade on deck chairs. When they saw Michael and Maria going into the house, Liz smiled and turned to Max.
- I’m glad they aren’t bickering anymore. - She said.
- He’s lucky, my nerves are killing me, thinking about what may happen tomorrow, and he doesn’t seem to give a damn. - Max observed, wistfully.
- I guess that’s his way of keeping his mind in something else. Maybe you should do the same. - She suggested.
- You mean we should imitate them? - Max asked her, smiling hopefully.
- I was thinking you should read a book. - She answered, looking away.
- Well, reading is what got me like this. You know, grandpa’s books? -
- I meant a real book, maybe a novel. Forget about tomorrow, for the time being. - Liz was quite sensible, as usual.
- Oh, I’ll think about it. What about some lunch? - Liz nodded and they went to the table which was full of food.
They all went for a badly needed walk after eating, and eventually returned to the pool when it was safe to swim again. That’s when Anita came with the phone.
- Miss Laurie, it’s for you. - She said, beaming. She obviously knew the caller and was very glad to hear that voice.
- Who is it? - Laurie asked.
- It’s a surprise! - Anita laughed as she handed over the chordless.
- Hello? … Oh my god! Where are you? ... When did you arrive? … Oh no! You’re coming over! I have a group of friends here with me for the spring break and I want you to meet them, one in particular … Ok, I’ll send Rubén over to get you. See you then. - Laurie was looking as happy as Anita.
She turned to see all her friends were looking at her, waiting to be informed of the new friend who was about to pay them a visit. Right then, Michael and Maria returned to the pool, looking very relaxed and especially smug.
- It was uncle Derek! He used to live on the ranch house next door, but now he has it rented. He was a friend of grandpa’s. Well, actually his older brothers were, but he hanged around with them too. You’ll love him, and he can answer anything you may want about grandpa. - Laurie informed them.
- That’s quite interesting. - Said Max.
- Alright, Miss Laurie, you don’t worry about a thing, Sylvia and I will take care of everything. - Anita told her.
- Anita, remember he’s rather old, make something light and that you can be sure he can eat with no risk, ok? - Laurie asked.
- Sure, Miss. You have a good time with your friends. - She smiled.
- Do you need to buy anything extra? - Laurie wondered.
- No, Miss, we have everything we need. - Then she left for the kitchen.
- Well, you heard her, Laurie, come do something for me and grandpa. -
- What’s that about, Michael? -
- We’re going riding. - He told her totally confident she couldn’t refuse.
- No, Michael, please…- She begged.
- Laurie, you rode with me the other day, what’s the difference? - He asked.
- I’m riding with you? -
- We’re riding together, but you’re riding your horse, the one grandpa chose for you. I’ve ridden him and I can assure you, grandpa definitely knew what he was doing, he’s very gentle, you’re in no danger, and I’ll be right by you.-
- Michael, I don’t know…- Laurie was doubtful, which was a good sign. She hadn’t said no straight on.
- C’mon, you know that will make him real happy, Laurie, for him? -
- Alright. - She sighed, dramatically. - I better dress then. -
Michael threw his arm around her shoulders and she wrapped hers around his waist, heading for the house as Michael winked at Maria over his shoulder.
- Well, he did it! He managed to convince her! - Maria said, grinning.
A few minutes later, Kyle, who was on the lookout on the side that faced the barn, informed they were heading for the barn.
- When you see both riding, then you let us know! - Isabel told him.
Laurie and Michael arrived at the stables and he immediate got the horses ready, first Sundown and then Moonshadow. Rubén stood aside letting him do it alone, like he knew he wanted. Laurie noticed the strange look on his face and tapped his shoulder.
- It’s weird, Miss Laurie, he does everything just like Master Charles! - He said in a shaky voice.
- All horsemen do it that way, Rubén, don’t be silly! - She glared at him.
- Yes Miss Laurie. - He whispered.
- Ok, here we go. - He reached out for Laurie and pulled her towards the horse.
He gave her a leg up, and beckoned to Rubén to hold the horse still until he could join her. He walked up to Moonshadow and got on. He walked up to Laurie and Rubén let go off Sundown who immediately started walking alongside the other horse. Laurie looked tense at first, but gradually she began to relax and soon she was smiling and chatting with Michael, forgetting they were on horseback.
- You want to see how he paces? - Michael asked, enthusiastically.
- I don’t know if I can…-
- Look, just sway from side to side, try it. - Michael insisted.
Laurie did as he said, and the horse started on a very gentle pace, hardly moving her at all, much like a hammock. Laurie started laughing, and Michael started trotting by her side.
- Hey, he’s so smooth! This is great! - She chuckled.
- See? I told you you’d like it! Don’t tell me you just walked with grandpa! -
- Yes, when he insisted we went faster I would get so scared I’d start crying and he felt bad. Now I’m the one who feels bad for being so silly. - Laurie said.
- Laurie, you were a little girl, of course you were scared, Sundown must have looked like a monster to you! - Michael reasoned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was about 9, I think. Poor grandpa, he treated me like an adult and he expected me to behave the same! - She smiled sadly as she remembered.
They took the trail that went all around the lake and took about 45 minutes. By then the horses had broken into a sweat and they cooled them at a walk in the schooling ring, in plain view of Kyle.
- Hey, come see this! You won’t believe it! - He shouted and brought everyone running. They were grinning as they saw them coming down the side of the lake at a trot and pace. Then they walked into a corral, and they could see Laurie smiling and talking excitedly with Michael who had his smirk as he listened to her. Kyle was right, they could hardly believe it. Michael could be a miracle maker when he set his heart on it. They were all smiling, glad to see Laurie look so happy. When they came jogging back, they were all ready for them.
- Did you see me? I wasn’t scared! - Laurie was beaming.
- Your grandpa is proud, I’m sure! - Maria hugged her. - Michael, go and change love, ok? -
Michael and Laurie returned in their bathing suits and joined the rest. Michael went to his spot along the pool and Maria came and sat crossed legged by him.
- You’re an angel, you know? Even if you try to hide it so well. - She leant over and kissed him. Her hand caressed his back, her fingers walking all the way down to his thighs, she scratched the insides softly, and then moved upwards and gave his ass a squeeze.
- Maria, you’re turning me on…- He whispered.
- Good, but not now, just chill, ok? I’ll make it up to you tonight…- She whispered back.
She lay on her back heads on with him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he laid his face on hers. That way they only had to turn towards each other to make out as privately as was possible, which wasn’t much.
Liz kept watching them and Max was getting fidgety.
- Will you quit staring at them? - He was quite upset.
- Ok then, I’ll go take a swim. - She got up and raced to the pool.
Max took off after her. Liz leaped over Maria, and Max was about to leap over Michael, but his eyes were on Liz and he stepped on Maria’s flip-flops that she had left right in front of Michael and his balance was off. He tripped on the lying boy’s thigh and went over him into the water, almost getting brained on the edge. Michael’s head shot up and watched Max sail over him and splash into the pool. He waited, wincing, until he came up gasping for air.
- Shit Max, why don’t you just shoot me? - Michael said indignantly, as he rubbed his thigh.
- A big hand for the Champion Olympic Diver everybody! - Yelled Kyle, clapping. - Really, Max, that takes the cake. I’ve never seen anything like it! How do you call it? The stoned frog? -
- Damn it Kyle! I almost broke my neck and you’re cheering. I tripped over something…- Max was pissed.
- Yeah, that was my thigh, man! - Michael was even more pissed.
- Sorry Max, those were my flip-flops, but you should watch where you’re going, you know? If it had been me, I’d be an instant candidate for a wheel chair. Sorry again, I forgot you could heal me! - Maria was furious.
- Hey baby, it’s hurting me, not you, so cool it, ok? So he’s clumsy, no big deal. Come here. - He pulled her face to his and kissed her.
By the time the sun was setting, they went to shower and change, waiting for the interesting guest who would probably give them some answers they couldn’t get anywhere else.
While the gang was splashing around in the pool, Max and Liz were sitting in the shade on deck chairs. When they saw Michael and Maria going into the house, Liz smiled and turned to Max.
- I’m glad they aren’t bickering anymore. - She said.
- He’s lucky, my nerves are killing me, thinking about what may happen tomorrow, and he doesn’t seem to give a damn. - Max observed, wistfully.
- I guess that’s his way of keeping his mind in something else. Maybe you should do the same. - She suggested.
- You mean we should imitate them? - Max asked her, smiling hopefully.
- I was thinking you should read a book. - She answered, looking away.
- Well, reading is what got me like this. You know, grandpa’s books? -
- I meant a real book, maybe a novel. Forget about tomorrow, for the time being. - Liz was quite sensible, as usual.
- Oh, I’ll think about it. What about some lunch? - Liz nodded and they went to the table which was full of food.
They all went for a badly needed walk after eating, and eventually returned to the pool when it was safe to swim again. That’s when Anita came with the phone.
- Miss Laurie, it’s for you. - She said, beaming. She obviously knew the caller and was very glad to hear that voice.
- Who is it? - Laurie asked.
- It’s a surprise! - Anita laughed as she handed over the chordless.
- Hello? … Oh my god! Where are you? ... When did you arrive? … Oh no! You’re coming over! I have a group of friends here with me for the spring break and I want you to meet them, one in particular … Ok, I’ll send Rubén over to get you. See you then. - Laurie was looking as happy as Anita.
She turned to see all her friends were looking at her, waiting to be informed of the new friend who was about to pay them a visit. Right then, Michael and Maria returned to the pool, looking very relaxed and especially smug.
- It was uncle Derek! He used to live on the ranch house next door, but now he has it rented. He was a friend of grandpa’s. Well, actually his older brothers were, but he hanged around with them too. You’ll love him, and he can answer anything you may want about grandpa. - Laurie informed them.
- That’s quite interesting. - Said Max.
- Alright, Miss Laurie, you don’t worry about a thing, Sylvia and I will take care of everything. - Anita told her.
- Anita, remember he’s rather old, make something light and that you can be sure he can eat with no risk, ok? - Laurie asked.
- Sure, Miss. You have a good time with your friends. - She smiled.
- Do you need to buy anything extra? - Laurie wondered.
- No, Miss, we have everything we need. - Then she left for the kitchen.
- Well, you heard her, Laurie, come do something for me and grandpa. -
- What’s that about, Michael? -
- We’re going riding. - He told her totally confident she couldn’t refuse.
- No, Michael, please…- She begged.
- Laurie, you rode with me the other day, what’s the difference? - He asked.
- I’m riding with you? -
- We’re riding together, but you’re riding your horse, the one grandpa chose for you. I’ve ridden him and I can assure you, grandpa definitely knew what he was doing, he’s very gentle, you’re in no danger, and I’ll be right by you.-
- Michael, I don’t know…- Laurie was doubtful, which was a good sign. She hadn’t said no straight on.
- C’mon, you know that will make him real happy, Laurie, for him? -
- Alright. - She sighed, dramatically. - I better dress then. -
Michael threw his arm around her shoulders and she wrapped hers around his waist, heading for the house as Michael winked at Maria over his shoulder.
- Well, he did it! He managed to convince her! - Maria said, grinning.
A few minutes later, Kyle, who was on the lookout on the side that faced the barn, informed they were heading for the barn.
- When you see both riding, then you let us know! - Isabel told him.
Laurie and Michael arrived at the stables and he immediate got the horses ready, first Sundown and then Moonshadow. Rubén stood aside letting him do it alone, like he knew he wanted. Laurie noticed the strange look on his face and tapped his shoulder.
- It’s weird, Miss Laurie, he does everything just like Master Charles! - He said in a shaky voice.
- All horsemen do it that way, Rubén, don’t be silly! - She glared at him.
- Yes Miss Laurie. - He whispered.
- Ok, here we go. - He reached out for Laurie and pulled her towards the horse.
He gave her a leg up, and beckoned to Rubén to hold the horse still until he could join her. He walked up to Moonshadow and got on. He walked up to Laurie and Rubén let go off Sundown who immediately started walking alongside the other horse. Laurie looked tense at first, but gradually she began to relax and soon she was smiling and chatting with Michael, forgetting they were on horseback.
- You want to see how he paces? - Michael asked, enthusiastically.
- I don’t know if I can…-
- Look, just sway from side to side, try it. - Michael insisted.
Laurie did as he said, and the horse started on a very gentle pace, hardly moving her at all, much like a hammock. Laurie started laughing, and Michael started trotting by her side.
- Hey, he’s so smooth! This is great! - She chuckled.
- See? I told you you’d like it! Don’t tell me you just walked with grandpa! -
- Yes, when he insisted we went faster I would get so scared I’d start crying and he felt bad. Now I’m the one who feels bad for being so silly. - Laurie said.
- Laurie, you were a little girl, of course you were scared, Sundown must have looked like a monster to you! - Michael reasoned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was about 9, I think. Poor grandpa, he treated me like an adult and he expected me to behave the same! - She smiled sadly as she remembered.
They took the trail that went all around the lake and took about 45 minutes. By then the horses had broken into a sweat and they cooled them at a walk in the schooling ring, in plain view of Kyle.
- Hey, come see this! You won’t believe it! - He shouted and brought everyone running. They were grinning as they saw them coming down the side of the lake at a trot and pace. Then they walked into a corral, and they could see Laurie smiling and talking excitedly with Michael who had his smirk as he listened to her. Kyle was right, they could hardly believe it. Michael could be a miracle maker when he set his heart on it. They were all smiling, glad to see Laurie look so happy. When they came jogging back, they were all ready for them.
- Did you see me? I wasn’t scared! - Laurie was beaming.
- Your grandpa is proud, I’m sure! - Maria hugged her. - Michael, go and change love, ok? -
Michael and Laurie returned in their bathing suits and joined the rest. Michael went to his spot along the pool and Maria came and sat crossed legged by him.
- You’re an angel, you know? Even if you try to hide it so well. - She leant over and kissed him. Her hand caressed his back, her fingers walking all the way down to his thighs, she scratched the insides softly, and then moved upwards and gave his ass a squeeze.
- Maria, you’re turning me on…- He whispered.
- Good, but not now, just chill, ok? I’ll make it up to you tonight…- She whispered back.
She lay on her back heads on with him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he laid his face on hers. That way they only had to turn towards each other to make out as privately as was possible, which wasn’t much.
Liz kept watching them and Max was getting fidgety.
- Will you quit staring at them? - He was quite upset.
- Ok then, I’ll go take a swim. - She got up and raced to the pool.
Max took off after her. Liz leaped over Maria, and Max was about to leap over Michael, but his eyes were on Liz and he stepped on Maria’s flip-flops that she had left right in front of Michael and his balance was off. He tripped on the lying boy’s thigh and went over him into the water, almost getting brained on the edge. Michael’s head shot up and watched Max sail over him and splash into the pool. He waited, wincing, until he came up gasping for air.
- Shit Max, why don’t you just shoot me? - Michael said indignantly, as he rubbed his thigh.
- A big hand for the Champion Olympic Diver everybody! - Yelled Kyle, clapping. - Really, Max, that takes the cake. I’ve never seen anything like it! How do you call it? The stoned frog? -
- Damn it Kyle! I almost broke my neck and you’re cheering. I tripped over something…- Max was pissed.
- Yeah, that was my thigh, man! - Michael was even more pissed.
- Sorry Max, those were my flip-flops, but you should watch where you’re going, you know? If it had been me, I’d be an instant candidate for a wheel chair. Sorry again, I forgot you could heal me! - Maria was furious.
- Hey baby, it’s hurting me, not you, so cool it, ok? So he’s clumsy, no big deal. Come here. - He pulled her face to his and kissed her.
By the time the sun was setting, they went to shower and change, waiting for the interesting guest who would probably give them some answers they couldn’t get anywhere else.
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Laurie took a quick shower, looking forwards to Uncle Derek’s visit and the positive results for Michael and their friends, but suddenly something else came to her mind. She dressed hurriedly and rushed to Michael’s room. She had just knocked on his door, when she realized what she could be interrupting.
- Yeah? - Michael’s husky voice confirmed her suspicions, but she had to answer not to alarm them.
- Sorry, it’s Laurie. I’ve been thinking that Uncle Derek will also have a lot of questions when he sees you, so we better work out a strategy to make sense about you … -
- You’re right … -
( Maria, take it out!) ( I’ve turned it off!) ( I can’t walk around with the damn thing sticking into me!) ( Dammit, Maria, just do it! )
Laurie wondered what was going on with those two and the weird dialogue she couldn’t help hearing.
- Hey, I’ll be at the kitchen checking out what’s cooking there, ok? We still have about two hours before he comes, just finish what you’re doing. -
They heard her leave and Maria started giggling.
- I like your cute alien tail … - She said, reaching over and giving a tug to the chord of the vibrator, hanging down between Michael’s thighs. - Come here, we still have some time. - She pulled him backwards towards her. Michael backed up and slid over her to finish up what they had already started.
- Sorry, it will have to be a quickie, but I’ll make it up to you later, ok? - He said as he took one of her breasts in his mouth.
Maria nodded, still giggling as she tugged again, feeling the results poking into her stomach.
Michael growled as he adjusted his body and continued where they had left off when Laurie came to their door.
Laurie gave the rest the message to meet at the chimney room in half an hour, giving Michael time to finish up without getting in trouble. She checked the food and it was perfect, with a touch of the cook’s culture, keeping it on the healthy side. Once she was absolutely satisfied with the meal in process, she went to the chimney room, where she found almost everybody there. Still they would have to wait for Michael and Maria, which were delaying, as was expected, but still some minutes away from the 30 minutes deadline. They sat around, making small talk and reading the latest magazines, until 5 minutes past the accorded time, the culprits made their appearance with an apology in their eyes. Laurie patted the couch beside her and Michael sat down rather carefully, as all eyes went to Maria’s immediately, who defended herself with a typical: “What?” receiving sundry giggles and chuckles in reply. Michael then decided he was better off sprawled, so he stretched out, it was the larger sofa, so there was room enough.
Laurie decided to ignore whatever it was they were implying that made Maria so uncomfortable, though Michael didn’t seem to mind at all.
- Ok, I know you have a lot of questions for Uncle Derek, as I’m sure he’ll have quite a few too when he sees you. - She said to Michael. - So we better have some answers ready not to arouse suspicions. About your mother … what can we tell him? -
- We could make it a half lie and say she just gave me up for adoption. - Michael answered her.
- Fine, but though I don’t think he will, we better assume he might try to find out about you out of curiosity. - She observed.
- Right, I’ll whip something up, don’t worry, you just keep quiet and agree, ok? - Michael assured her.
- No, Michael, I think we should work something sensible out so we’re not taken by surprise, and screw up. Uncle Derek is no fool … -
The doorbell interrupted them and Laurie looked surprised because they weren’t expecting anyone, at least not yet. Anita came running into the room.
- He’s here! He took a taxi! He’s at the door! - Anita exploded. - I’ve sent Rubén with the car so he doesn’t need to walk! Mr. Derek! - She threw at Laurie, noticing her bewildered look.
- Oh my god! What are we going to do? - Laurie looked desperate, as she turned to Michael.
- Cool it, ok? Leave it to me. - He sounded quite confident. - Nothing to worry about, I’ve got it. -
They exchanged concerned looks, but there was nothing they could do about it now, it was too late, and they were going to have to trust Michael.
Laurie opened the door and disappeared in Uncle Derek’s bear like hug. Not that he was tall, but he certainly was wide. He then kept her at arm’s length, taking a good look at her.
- Oh god, Laurie, you look great! I guess getting rid of your aunt and uncle was the best thing that could ever happen to you! How did you do it? - He asked.
- I had unexpected help. Uncle Derek, come in, I want you to meet my friends. - She led him into the chimney room, and they rose to meet him.
As they entered, Uncle Derek’s eyes focused on a boy who was pushing up from the couch. He saw him on profile as he got up and then as he gradually turned towards him, his mouth dropped open.
- What is this Laurie? Some time machine? - He said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
- Uncle Derek, I want you to meet my brother, well really my half brother…-
- So it was true! - He exclaimed.
- What do you mean? - She asked, surprised.
- I’m sorry you have to find out like this, and through me, Laurie. Truth is your father was very much in love with this girl from school, but he was forced to marry your mother, to please the family. I knew he still saw her, in secret, and after your mom got immediately pregnant with you, after they married, his affair went on. Your parents were married in June, and after the New Year’s Eve party, the first days of January, the next year, your dad came to see me saying Julie, the girl he loved, had suddenly left, only leaving him a good-bye note, saying it was for the best. Rumour was that she was sure she was pregnant and didn’t want to ruin his life. - He turned towards Michael. - So you’re Julie’s son? -
- I guess I am, my mother left me at an orphanage when I was a baby. She only left a note with my name and an envelope to be given to me when I turned 18. I remember vaguely many foster families that kept taking me back. Finally, one seemed to accept me, and as we were arriving in Roswell, New Mexico, where they had some friend they wanted to visit, we crashed at night. I managed to crawl out of the car, got my knapsack, where I had all my stuff, and I screamed at them but they didn’t move. Then the car caught fire and I was thrown far with the explosion. They told me they found me drinking buck naked in a farm and the local sheriff took me to an orphanage again. I was about 6. I couldn’t remember anything, but some has been coming back over the years. What I have told you, and the name I managed to read in my mother’s letter before it burned. She said my father was Dupree from Phoenix. The name had already burned, and she asked me never to contact him, for her sake. So I didn’t. I lived with a foster father for years until a couple of years ago, when he left and I became independent. I met Laurie by accident last year, when she visited Roswell, she was scared of me because of my resemblance to Grandpa Charles, but then she accepted me and we came here. My girlfriend Maria helped me find out a way to get rid of Uncle Bobby and Aunt Meredith for good. -
- Well, as I’m sure you now know, your father was Charles jr., and your name is … ? - He asked.
- Michael. -
- Michael, of course. - He said, smiling.
Laurie and Michael exchanged baffled looks.
- What do you mean by “of course”? - Laurie asked.
- It’s a long story, come here, boy. - He reached out to him and they hugged affectionately.
- Now, introduce me to your friends, I can’t have you all standing there. - He told Laurie, turning to them.
She introduced Liz, Stuart, Maria and Kyle, who were closer by. Then Max and Isabel approached from the right of the room. Uncle Derek smiled fondly at them.
- So you’re here, too! I’m glad you’re back in touch with the family. - He hugged them both, one with each arm.
- You know us? - Asked Isabel, surprised.
- You’re the spitting images of Ethel and Herbert, your grandparents, of course! I never saw them again, are they alright? Still keeping your parents at a distance? - He asked.
- Yes, they are, though we hardly see them, but we keep in touch. - She said smiling very convincingly.
- I’m so glad you have a brother, Laurie and that you’re also close to your cousins. How did you guys get together again, anyway? - Uncle Derek told Laurie.
- Quite by coincidence, but I didn’t know they were my cousins until now. They introduced me to their friend Michael and there was no doubt about him, of course. - Laurie said.
- It was terrible when your parents were lost in that plane accident, then I heard Charles Sr. had passed away and a few years later, that you had been confined by Bobby and Mere. I was shocked, but they were family, and there was nothing I could do. - Uncle Derek shook his head, frowning.
- They had me for three years in a private school, and then suddenly, they took me to a psychiatrist, because I had no friends and kept to myself. The doctor said I had inherited a mental problem from my grandparents, because he kept speaking about his abductions, and because she killed herself with all those pills after he died. -
- Impossible, many people talk about abductions, it doesn’t prove them mad, and she did it out of grief, you don’t inherit that! - Uncle Derek exclaimed.
- You’re absolutely right! What kind of doctors made the diagnosis? - Stuart asked.
- The kind that would say anything for a million dollars donation to their institute! - Maria shook her head, disgustedly.
Uncle Derek went to sit on a comfortable looking easy chair and turned to look at them. Isabel decided to risk it.
- Will you tell us about our grandparents? Every time we ask about them, Mom and Dad change the subject. - She said, full of curiosity.
- They sure must do, after what happened…- He looked sad. - But I guess you have a right to know. Should hear it from your folks, though, but I don’t think you ever will. May as well, then. Well, well, where should I begin…- He turned to look at Michael.
- My god! You look exactly like them, surely Charlie had discussed with Julie having a son and naming him Michael when he tried to get them to accept her and let him marry her. - Uncle Derek observed.
- What do you mean I look exactly like them? Why choose my name? - Michael’s curiosity was certainly piqued.
- I’ll have to start at the very beginning…with the twins. -
He waved them over, and they obediently started spreading out. Maria sat on the couch, with Michael sprawled on it with his head on her lap. Liz, Max, Isabel and Stuart took the larger sofa, with room enough for the four of them, and Laurie and Kyle sat on easy chairs like the one Uncle Derek was sitting on. Their attention was focused completely on Uncle Derek.
- Ok, what twins? - Laurie asked.
Laurie took a quick shower, looking forwards to Uncle Derek’s visit and the positive results for Michael and their friends, but suddenly something else came to her mind. She dressed hurriedly and rushed to Michael’s room. She had just knocked on his door, when she realized what she could be interrupting.
- Yeah? - Michael’s husky voice confirmed her suspicions, but she had to answer not to alarm them.
- Sorry, it’s Laurie. I’ve been thinking that Uncle Derek will also have a lot of questions when he sees you, so we better work out a strategy to make sense about you … -
- You’re right … -
( Maria, take it out!) ( I’ve turned it off!) ( I can’t walk around with the damn thing sticking into me!) ( Dammit, Maria, just do it! )
Laurie wondered what was going on with those two and the weird dialogue she couldn’t help hearing.
- Hey, I’ll be at the kitchen checking out what’s cooking there, ok? We still have about two hours before he comes, just finish what you’re doing. -
They heard her leave and Maria started giggling.
- I like your cute alien tail … - She said, reaching over and giving a tug to the chord of the vibrator, hanging down between Michael’s thighs. - Come here, we still have some time. - She pulled him backwards towards her. Michael backed up and slid over her to finish up what they had already started.
- Sorry, it will have to be a quickie, but I’ll make it up to you later, ok? - He said as he took one of her breasts in his mouth.
Maria nodded, still giggling as she tugged again, feeling the results poking into her stomach.
Michael growled as he adjusted his body and continued where they had left off when Laurie came to their door.
Laurie gave the rest the message to meet at the chimney room in half an hour, giving Michael time to finish up without getting in trouble. She checked the food and it was perfect, with a touch of the cook’s culture, keeping it on the healthy side. Once she was absolutely satisfied with the meal in process, she went to the chimney room, where she found almost everybody there. Still they would have to wait for Michael and Maria, which were delaying, as was expected, but still some minutes away from the 30 minutes deadline. They sat around, making small talk and reading the latest magazines, until 5 minutes past the accorded time, the culprits made their appearance with an apology in their eyes. Laurie patted the couch beside her and Michael sat down rather carefully, as all eyes went to Maria’s immediately, who defended herself with a typical: “What?” receiving sundry giggles and chuckles in reply. Michael then decided he was better off sprawled, so he stretched out, it was the larger sofa, so there was room enough.
Laurie decided to ignore whatever it was they were implying that made Maria so uncomfortable, though Michael didn’t seem to mind at all.
- Ok, I know you have a lot of questions for Uncle Derek, as I’m sure he’ll have quite a few too when he sees you. - She said to Michael. - So we better have some answers ready not to arouse suspicions. About your mother … what can we tell him? -
- We could make it a half lie and say she just gave me up for adoption. - Michael answered her.
- Fine, but though I don’t think he will, we better assume he might try to find out about you out of curiosity. - She observed.
- Right, I’ll whip something up, don’t worry, you just keep quiet and agree, ok? - Michael assured her.
- No, Michael, I think we should work something sensible out so we’re not taken by surprise, and screw up. Uncle Derek is no fool … -
The doorbell interrupted them and Laurie looked surprised because they weren’t expecting anyone, at least not yet. Anita came running into the room.
- He’s here! He took a taxi! He’s at the door! - Anita exploded. - I’ve sent Rubén with the car so he doesn’t need to walk! Mr. Derek! - She threw at Laurie, noticing her bewildered look.
- Oh my god! What are we going to do? - Laurie looked desperate, as she turned to Michael.
- Cool it, ok? Leave it to me. - He sounded quite confident. - Nothing to worry about, I’ve got it. -
They exchanged concerned looks, but there was nothing they could do about it now, it was too late, and they were going to have to trust Michael.
Laurie opened the door and disappeared in Uncle Derek’s bear like hug. Not that he was tall, but he certainly was wide. He then kept her at arm’s length, taking a good look at her.
- Oh god, Laurie, you look great! I guess getting rid of your aunt and uncle was the best thing that could ever happen to you! How did you do it? - He asked.
- I had unexpected help. Uncle Derek, come in, I want you to meet my friends. - She led him into the chimney room, and they rose to meet him.
As they entered, Uncle Derek’s eyes focused on a boy who was pushing up from the couch. He saw him on profile as he got up and then as he gradually turned towards him, his mouth dropped open.
- What is this Laurie? Some time machine? - He said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
- Uncle Derek, I want you to meet my brother, well really my half brother…-
- So it was true! - He exclaimed.
- What do you mean? - She asked, surprised.
- I’m sorry you have to find out like this, and through me, Laurie. Truth is your father was very much in love with this girl from school, but he was forced to marry your mother, to please the family. I knew he still saw her, in secret, and after your mom got immediately pregnant with you, after they married, his affair went on. Your parents were married in June, and after the New Year’s Eve party, the first days of January, the next year, your dad came to see me saying Julie, the girl he loved, had suddenly left, only leaving him a good-bye note, saying it was for the best. Rumour was that she was sure she was pregnant and didn’t want to ruin his life. - He turned towards Michael. - So you’re Julie’s son? -
- I guess I am, my mother left me at an orphanage when I was a baby. She only left a note with my name and an envelope to be given to me when I turned 18. I remember vaguely many foster families that kept taking me back. Finally, one seemed to accept me, and as we were arriving in Roswell, New Mexico, where they had some friend they wanted to visit, we crashed at night. I managed to crawl out of the car, got my knapsack, where I had all my stuff, and I screamed at them but they didn’t move. Then the car caught fire and I was thrown far with the explosion. They told me they found me drinking buck naked in a farm and the local sheriff took me to an orphanage again. I was about 6. I couldn’t remember anything, but some has been coming back over the years. What I have told you, and the name I managed to read in my mother’s letter before it burned. She said my father was Dupree from Phoenix. The name had already burned, and she asked me never to contact him, for her sake. So I didn’t. I lived with a foster father for years until a couple of years ago, when he left and I became independent. I met Laurie by accident last year, when she visited Roswell, she was scared of me because of my resemblance to Grandpa Charles, but then she accepted me and we came here. My girlfriend Maria helped me find out a way to get rid of Uncle Bobby and Aunt Meredith for good. -
- Well, as I’m sure you now know, your father was Charles jr., and your name is … ? - He asked.
- Michael. -
- Michael, of course. - He said, smiling.
Laurie and Michael exchanged baffled looks.
- What do you mean by “of course”? - Laurie asked.
- It’s a long story, come here, boy. - He reached out to him and they hugged affectionately.
- Now, introduce me to your friends, I can’t have you all standing there. - He told Laurie, turning to them.
She introduced Liz, Stuart, Maria and Kyle, who were closer by. Then Max and Isabel approached from the right of the room. Uncle Derek smiled fondly at them.
- So you’re here, too! I’m glad you’re back in touch with the family. - He hugged them both, one with each arm.
- You know us? - Asked Isabel, surprised.
- You’re the spitting images of Ethel and Herbert, your grandparents, of course! I never saw them again, are they alright? Still keeping your parents at a distance? - He asked.
- Yes, they are, though we hardly see them, but we keep in touch. - She said smiling very convincingly.
- I’m so glad you have a brother, Laurie and that you’re also close to your cousins. How did you guys get together again, anyway? - Uncle Derek told Laurie.
- Quite by coincidence, but I didn’t know they were my cousins until now. They introduced me to their friend Michael and there was no doubt about him, of course. - Laurie said.
- It was terrible when your parents were lost in that plane accident, then I heard Charles Sr. had passed away and a few years later, that you had been confined by Bobby and Mere. I was shocked, but they were family, and there was nothing I could do. - Uncle Derek shook his head, frowning.
- They had me for three years in a private school, and then suddenly, they took me to a psychiatrist, because I had no friends and kept to myself. The doctor said I had inherited a mental problem from my grandparents, because he kept speaking about his abductions, and because she killed herself with all those pills after he died. -
- Impossible, many people talk about abductions, it doesn’t prove them mad, and she did it out of grief, you don’t inherit that! - Uncle Derek exclaimed.
- You’re absolutely right! What kind of doctors made the diagnosis? - Stuart asked.
- The kind that would say anything for a million dollars donation to their institute! - Maria shook her head, disgustedly.
Uncle Derek went to sit on a comfortable looking easy chair and turned to look at them. Isabel decided to risk it.
- Will you tell us about our grandparents? Every time we ask about them, Mom and Dad change the subject. - She said, full of curiosity.
- They sure must do, after what happened…- He looked sad. - But I guess you have a right to know. Should hear it from your folks, though, but I don’t think you ever will. May as well, then. Well, well, where should I begin…- He turned to look at Michael.
- My god! You look exactly like them, surely Charlie had discussed with Julie having a son and naming him Michael when he tried to get them to accept her and let him marry her. - Uncle Derek observed.
- What do you mean I look exactly like them? Why choose my name? - Michael’s curiosity was certainly piqued.
- I’ll have to start at the very beginning…with the twins. -
He waved them over, and they obediently started spreading out. Maria sat on the couch, with Michael sprawled on it with his head on her lap. Liz, Max, Isabel and Stuart took the larger sofa, with room enough for the four of them, and Laurie and Kyle sat on easy chairs like the one Uncle Derek was sitting on. Their attention was focused completely on Uncle Derek.
- Ok, what twins? - Laurie asked.
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- Miss Laurie, sorry to interrupt, but dinner is ready to be served. - Anita announced.
- Thank you. C’mon Uncle Derek, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. You’ll be fine with it too, Michael, Stuart says it’s ok. - Laurie said.
- Shouldn’t you be asking that to me, the fat old guy, not the strapping kid?- Uncle Derek joked.
- He’s been having some intestinal problems, but he’s fine now, it’s just a precaution, to prevent a relapse, that’s all. - Stuart informed Uncle Derek.
- Well, let’s eat, and I’ll tell you all about the twins when we’re full and satisfied. - He said, good naturedly, knowing he had left them all itching to listen to his story.
They all got up and went to the dining room. Although her father was of Mexican ascendance, Carmen, Anita’s late mother had been Peruvian, and had taught her a lot of typical dishes from her native country. Today she had prepared a delicacy made of soupy rice with veggies and chunks of chicken breast, with a green sauce which originally was made of cilantro but she had replaced it with spinach, to make it safer and easier to digest. The entry was what she called “causa” with apologies because it was supposed to be made out of mashed yellow potatoes that could only be found in her homeland, seasoned with lemon juice, which of course, was different from the local ones she had used, the original ones being much more tangier and sour. It was filled with chicken and mayonnaise, lettuce and avocado. This was a no-no for Uncle Derek and Michael, who went straight to the main dish, and were having their second helping by the time the rest caught up with them. Anita came in looking distraught and apologizing because there had been a mistake in the programming of the oven and the dessert wasn’t ready yet.
- Better yet, my dear! - Uncle Derek told her. - We are so full right now that I don’t think we’ll have any problems waiting for it. -
Anita smiled, thankfully and left for the kitchen, coming back with a tray with cups and saucers, a sugar pot and a teapot with chamomile tea. She served everyone a cup, and left.
Uncle Derek chuckled as he saw everyone’s eyes focused on him, eager for him to keep his promise.
- Ok, then, here we go. When your grandfather was born, his father, Charles Sr. at that time, was thrilled, because he already had 3 daughters. But surprisingly, about 30 minutes later, another boy was born, completely unexpected. Back then, you had no way of knowing they’d be twins until it happened. Pregnant mothers didn’t believe in dieting. - He chuckled and continued. - So the first born was named Charles Jr. after his father, and the younger, Michael, after his mother’s kid brother, who had also been a twin, and she had loved him dearly, as the youngest of the family. His elder twin, Raphael, had died 2 weeks after they were born with some unusual blood problem that the doctors didn’t know about. Michael seemed to have it too, but he was stronger and survived it. Laura, after whom you were named, - he turned to Laurie, - and her brother were very close, she practically raised him, her mother grieving after the death of her other baby. Then, when Michael was 18, he was brutally murdered by a horse thief. The bastard tried to steal his horse and Michael wouldn’t let go off the reins. The man threatened to kill him and he told him to do so cause it would be the only way he could have it. It seems the thief was in no mood to get in worse trouble, so he said if he couldn’t have it, no one would and opened fire against the horse, but Michael shielded it with his body was shot in the back several times. He saved the horse, but he died in Laura’s arms after almost 2 weeks of agony that left her devastated. The thief was caught and hanged, thanks to the reward she offered for him. It took her over a year to leave the house again, and meet her new neighbours, the Duprees, and she eventually married Charles Sr. So he doted on Charles Jr. and she did so on Michael. That gave their father the excuse to pick on the younger boy, and punish him cruelly any chance he had, so he wouldn’t be “spoiled” by his mother. Charles Jr. couldn’t do anything wrong in his eyes, but there was nothing Michael could do to please him. The truth was that their father was disappointed by Charles Jr.’s lack of interest in horses, and Michael, being an excellent rider with a great touch with the horses, made his father take it out on him. He would give the boy the belt for any reason, and his mother’s concern just made it worse. The boys had been in love forever with the Akins sisters of the neighbouring ranch. Once, when they were almost 18, Charles Jr. traded working out a horse for cleaning the water trough, with Michael. When he finished scrubbing it clean, he put the hose in to fill it, and seeing it was getting dark, he ran to the house to change. Then he rushed next door to Ada Jane’s and forgot to check on the hose. When Michael returned from riding, he found his father livid with fury, standing in a pool of the overflowed water from the forgotten hose. Michael, of course, guessed immediately what had happened, knowing his brother, but said nothing and took the blame. His father whipped him until his arms cramped and he had to stop. He left Michael lying in his blood, his back torn to ribbons. The boy managed to halter a horse, get on, and ride to the Akins, where he fell in front of the house. The Akins came out at the sound of hoofs and found Michael, half conscious, repeating “It was my fault”. Charles was shocked to remember the hose, and knew exactly what his father had done. A doctor was called, and Michael was taken care of, but Charles Jr. was in shock. He had to agree with the Akins’ that his brother couldn’t be moved and was better off there, with them. When he returned home, after the Dr. said Michael was out of danger, he told his mother what had happened and made her swear not to mention Michael under any circumstance. Charles Sr. couldn’t care less about his absent son, not even mentioning him or asking about him. It took Michael about 3 months to fully recover and heal completely, and then one night he disappeared. His horse was missing so they knew he was gone. 6 months later, Ethel, his girlfriend, received a letter from him saying he was in Canada and he had joined the Mounties. He felt at home there and as soon as he could, he would come to get her and marry her. She gave the letter to Charles Jr. so he could read it to his mother and finally make her stop worrying. She put the letter in her Bible, but her husband found it next day, and in a fit of anger, he sent Charles Jr. to get his brother back. Charles Jr. found him after a long train journey, but once the twins were together, they couldn’t come apart again. Charles Jr. was easily persuaded by Michael to stay and join the Mounties too. That way, without his father’s pressure, he finally started to understand and appreciate horses with his brother’s guidance. They wrote their girls with instructions to tell their mother they were together and fine, but not to let their father know they were not coming home, yet. He would write him personally to explain his reasons. A month later, tragedy struck: the Mounties were after a group of horse thieves, and these decided to get rid of their constant pursuit once and for all. One night, they attacked them, burning the stables where Michael slept. The horses’ screams woke him up and he managed to get them all out before the place collapsed in flames behind him. Then the shoot out began, and Michael lay under a bush, as Charles Jr. crouched beside him, behind a rock, taking quick glimpses over it and telling Michael which way to shoot. Unfortunately, some of the thieves had circled them and came up behind them. Michael’s instincts made him look over his shoulder just in time to see them aiming their guns at them. He jumped up, grabbing his brother and shoved him to the ground covering him with his body. Charles Jr. watched in shock, over Michael’s shoulder, how the thieves shot at them. Michael took 5 bullets before his comrades shot the thieves dead in the head. The doctor said it was a miracle he had managed to keep all the bullets in his body, because, at the short distance that they had been fired, and that caliber, they should have gone clean through him and probably killed Charles Jr. One of the bullets that Michael had in the right side of his back, could have gone straight into his brother’s heart, as he lay on his back under him. The doctor took all the bullets out, but the damage was too great. Charles Jr. never left his side during the fateful 13 days he survived, and he died in his brother’s arms. Charles Jr. was devastated, and decided to bury him there, where he had been happy, before returning home. His father simply lost it, with the news, screaming at Charles Jr. that he shouldn’t have left Michael’s body there, to go back immediately and bring him to be buried there, in their land, and then he suffered a massive stroke that left him in a wheelchair, drooling and babbling nonsense, until he died a year later in an institution. Laura also suffered some kind of stroke that left her dumb, and she was taken to a religious institution where she stayed until she died before the year was over. Ethel wouldn’t leave her room, she hardly ate and spoke to no one. Charles Jr. took charge of the ranch and dedicated it to horse breeding, as he had promised his brother, as he lay dying. He married Ada Jane a month after he returned. A year later, their aunt Meredith, Laura’s sister, came to visit. She had married Rob Tyler and gone east with him. She had an only child, a son, Herbert, who was studying psychiatry, and he took an interest in Ethel. He started visiting her daily, and soon earned her trust and they became friends. She only talked to him and he listened willingly. He fell in love with her, and though she insisted she would never love another as she had Michael, he accepted it and they decided to get married. When they asked her parents for their consent, they were surprised that they refused, and would have none of it. Their excuse was that Ethel was a nut case, and she would pass it on to their children. Herbert tried to make them see reason, that her condition had been brought on by her grief, and that it was over, but they were adamant. So they eloped and he took her back to Maine, where he was studying, and they settled down there. That’s when the family feud began, because of their marriage. They wouldn’t even allow the names mentioned in their homes or by their relatives, even in a hateful way, it was like cursing, to them. It was very hard on Ada Jane, Ethel being her sister, but she took it for Charles. Then their children came along, first your father, who became Charles Jr. and then Meredith and Robert. Sorry to say it, but I only liked your father, Mere and Bobby were, I don’t know, there was always something about them I didn’t like, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. - He shook his head, looking upset.
- I guess they were very disappointed when grandpa died and left the house and everything to me. I wouldn’t have minded sharing it all with them if they had been nice with me. - Laurie admitted.
- That’s why grandpa left it all to you, because he knew the kind of person you are. And he definitely knew them, too. - Michael confirmed.
Anita and Sylvia entered the dining room with the dessert. It was a kind of custard, baked in the old fashioned way, with an apricot sauce with diced fruit. They passed it around and placed cans of whipped cream for those who might want it. Maria took the can near her and pushed it as far away as possible, sharing a look of disgust with Michael.
- You kids don’t like whipped cream? I wish I could have some! - Uncle Derek exclaimed.
- I’m afraid they’ve had an overdose of the stuff, that’s all, right? - Isabel giggled as she looked at Michael and he just smirked at her bad choice of a joke. Maria just seemed to pale a little, but a chug out of her chamomile cup, make her look better in seconds. They attacked the dessert which was awesome, and Isabel spat hers out, wiping her mouth and looking very scared.
- Sorry! Michael, Max, don’t eat it! It’s got liquor! - She practically screamed, as she was dismayed to see she had been too late, and they had just downed a huge chunk and were swallowing a second one by the time her warning reached them.
- Oh my god! I’m terribly sorry! It’s that we have this very bad reaction to liquor, I completely forgot to tell you, Laurie. - Isabel was blushing crimson.
- No, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked! Is there anything we can do about it? -
Laurie said, very concerned.
- No, I was in time, but Max and Michael better go and sleep it off, it’s all they can do. Terribly sorry! -
- Don’t worry, my dear, you see, I have to run anyway, because tomorrow I’m signing some papers with my lawyers. I wanted to give you my good news, Laurie, I’m moving back in to my ranch, and we’re going to be neighbours again. -
- Oh, Uncle Derek! That’s great! Is it right away? When’s Aunt Serena coming? -
- We should be settled by next month, I guess, giving the tenants time to move out, and getting all our stuff back here, and all back to our taste. Since I retired some years ago, Serena has been driving me mad, insisting we should come back to the ranch to relax and try to do something about you. She was so happy when I found out about you and I called her before I came here to tell her I was having dinner here with you. She’s expecting me to call her as soon as I return to the hotel. I have a meeting with Barnett at 7:00 am sharp for breakfast and then to make sure everything is in order, for the signing of the papers at 9:00 am with the tenants. I’ll accept Rubén’s ride back to the hotel, to get all my papers together. -
Uncle Derek noticed they were all constantly stealing glances at Max and Michael, as if they were expecting them to behave like idiots any minute, and he had noticed this goofy expression in Max’s face, but Michael seemed to be taking it quite well, as he noticed nothing different in him. He drank what was left of his chamomile tea and started getting up. Michael rushed to him and helped him up. Uncle Derek hugged him as soon as he was on his feet, and Michael automatically hugged him back. The others noticed Michael’s wince, and knew he was very sensitive, due to the alcohol in his blood. Uncle Derek said good bye, hugging all the girls, then he shook hands with Stuart and Kyle, and lastly Max, who shook his hand weakly, and giggled. Uncle Derek arched his eyebrows, and knew Max was totally plastered. He walked to the door with Laurie, gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek, and walked down to the car where Rubén was waiting for him. Laurie waved and saw them off, before returning to face the actual problem. She jumped when she heard glass breaking and turned to see Max had smashed his teacup against the wall and was looking at Liz in a funny way.
- I’ll fix it, Laurie, ok? - Isabel whispered, apologizing.
Anita and Sylvia came running, looking scared, and Laurie told them to go back to the kitchen. She followed them there where she could explain.
- You should have asked me before putting liquor in the apricot sauce! Max, Michael and Isabel have a bad reaction from it. Isabel was able to notice it in time, but she warned Max and Michael too late. - Laurie really couldn’t be angry with them, it wasn’t their fault, how could they know if she herself didn’t? And how would Isabel, Max and Michael have suspected that the dessert would be spiked with liquor? It was nobody’s fault. She just hoped everything would work out fine. She made it clear it was no one’s fault, so not to worry if the boys in question behaved rather strangely.
When she returned to the hallway, Isabel came to her.
- Liz has taken Max to their bedroom, and she’ll take care of him. Michael has gone to his room to sleep it off. He says it’s the best, from experience, and Maria should be back as soon as he has made him comfortable. He insists in sleeping alone, because alcohol makes him very sensitive, and every part of his body actually hurts. We have decided to go to the mall, like we planned the other day, and give them the space they need right now. Ok with you? -
- Yeah, great. They’ll be alright? - Laurie asked Isabel.
- Yes, don’t worry, it’s for the best. Oh, there’s Maria. -
- What about Max? How is he? - Laurie wanted to know.
- It’s different with him, he just gets silly, and does things he normally doesn’t have the guts to do, so he’ll probably finally propose to Liz. - Isabel said, giggling.
- Ok, let’s go, Spaceboy is as comfortable as he can be, and will be soon sleeping like a baby. We normal people need to live it up! - Maria cried.
- Oh, shit! We have to wait for Rubén to come back! - Kyle remembered.
- No, we don’t! My SUV is in the garage, waiting for us. Even if we’re 18 and legal, at least one of us will have to give up the beers to drive back. - Laurie observed.
- No sweat! I can’t drink anyway, so I’ll be your driver tonight, at your service! - Joked Isabel.
- Hey right! - Said Maria. - By the way, Isabel, have you ever drunk anything at all, even to find out what effect it has on you? -
- No, and I’m not interested in being sore or more stupid that I usually am. - She laughed. - Since Max is my brother, I’d probably behave real dumb. No thank you! -
- I’ll be here for you, no matter what you do…- Stuart reassured her.
- No way, whatever I do, I want to know and remember. - She smiled at him.
They jogged to the garage, and before they knew it they were on their way to have a great time at the mall.
Michael’s enhanced senses were making it very hard for him to fall asleep. She could hear Anita and Sylvia very concerned about the problem they had caused, and go over it again to inform Rubén when he arrived from leaving Uncle Derek. Their voices started fading, so they must have gone to their house behind the stables. Michael was starting to relax when a disturbing sound reached him. It was Liz! And she was whimpering!
- No, Max, please! Not like this! It’s not a good time! - She begged.
Max’s voice was even more disturbing than Michael could have thought possible.
- SHUT UP! YOU’RE DOING WHAT I SAY, SO STOP BEING A BITCH! - He screamed, and the sound of his loud voice made Michael jump. Something was very wrong, and if Max was being a prick with Liz, he would not permit it, no matter what it would cost him.
- Miss Laurie, sorry to interrupt, but dinner is ready to be served. - Anita announced.
- Thank you. C’mon Uncle Derek, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. You’ll be fine with it too, Michael, Stuart says it’s ok. - Laurie said.
- Shouldn’t you be asking that to me, the fat old guy, not the strapping kid?- Uncle Derek joked.
- He’s been having some intestinal problems, but he’s fine now, it’s just a precaution, to prevent a relapse, that’s all. - Stuart informed Uncle Derek.
- Well, let’s eat, and I’ll tell you all about the twins when we’re full and satisfied. - He said, good naturedly, knowing he had left them all itching to listen to his story.
They all got up and went to the dining room. Although her father was of Mexican ascendance, Carmen, Anita’s late mother had been Peruvian, and had taught her a lot of typical dishes from her native country. Today she had prepared a delicacy made of soupy rice with veggies and chunks of chicken breast, with a green sauce which originally was made of cilantro but she had replaced it with spinach, to make it safer and easier to digest. The entry was what she called “causa” with apologies because it was supposed to be made out of mashed yellow potatoes that could only be found in her homeland, seasoned with lemon juice, which of course, was different from the local ones she had used, the original ones being much more tangier and sour. It was filled with chicken and mayonnaise, lettuce and avocado. This was a no-no for Uncle Derek and Michael, who went straight to the main dish, and were having their second helping by the time the rest caught up with them. Anita came in looking distraught and apologizing because there had been a mistake in the programming of the oven and the dessert wasn’t ready yet.
- Better yet, my dear! - Uncle Derek told her. - We are so full right now that I don’t think we’ll have any problems waiting for it. -
Anita smiled, thankfully and left for the kitchen, coming back with a tray with cups and saucers, a sugar pot and a teapot with chamomile tea. She served everyone a cup, and left.
Uncle Derek chuckled as he saw everyone’s eyes focused on him, eager for him to keep his promise.
- Ok, then, here we go. When your grandfather was born, his father, Charles Sr. at that time, was thrilled, because he already had 3 daughters. But surprisingly, about 30 minutes later, another boy was born, completely unexpected. Back then, you had no way of knowing they’d be twins until it happened. Pregnant mothers didn’t believe in dieting. - He chuckled and continued. - So the first born was named Charles Jr. after his father, and the younger, Michael, after his mother’s kid brother, who had also been a twin, and she had loved him dearly, as the youngest of the family. His elder twin, Raphael, had died 2 weeks after they were born with some unusual blood problem that the doctors didn’t know about. Michael seemed to have it too, but he was stronger and survived it. Laura, after whom you were named, - he turned to Laurie, - and her brother were very close, she practically raised him, her mother grieving after the death of her other baby. Then, when Michael was 18, he was brutally murdered by a horse thief. The bastard tried to steal his horse and Michael wouldn’t let go off the reins. The man threatened to kill him and he told him to do so cause it would be the only way he could have it. It seems the thief was in no mood to get in worse trouble, so he said if he couldn’t have it, no one would and opened fire against the horse, but Michael shielded it with his body was shot in the back several times. He saved the horse, but he died in Laura’s arms after almost 2 weeks of agony that left her devastated. The thief was caught and hanged, thanks to the reward she offered for him. It took her over a year to leave the house again, and meet her new neighbours, the Duprees, and she eventually married Charles Sr. So he doted on Charles Jr. and she did so on Michael. That gave their father the excuse to pick on the younger boy, and punish him cruelly any chance he had, so he wouldn’t be “spoiled” by his mother. Charles Jr. couldn’t do anything wrong in his eyes, but there was nothing Michael could do to please him. The truth was that their father was disappointed by Charles Jr.’s lack of interest in horses, and Michael, being an excellent rider with a great touch with the horses, made his father take it out on him. He would give the boy the belt for any reason, and his mother’s concern just made it worse. The boys had been in love forever with the Akins sisters of the neighbouring ranch. Once, when they were almost 18, Charles Jr. traded working out a horse for cleaning the water trough, with Michael. When he finished scrubbing it clean, he put the hose in to fill it, and seeing it was getting dark, he ran to the house to change. Then he rushed next door to Ada Jane’s and forgot to check on the hose. When Michael returned from riding, he found his father livid with fury, standing in a pool of the overflowed water from the forgotten hose. Michael, of course, guessed immediately what had happened, knowing his brother, but said nothing and took the blame. His father whipped him until his arms cramped and he had to stop. He left Michael lying in his blood, his back torn to ribbons. The boy managed to halter a horse, get on, and ride to the Akins, where he fell in front of the house. The Akins came out at the sound of hoofs and found Michael, half conscious, repeating “It was my fault”. Charles was shocked to remember the hose, and knew exactly what his father had done. A doctor was called, and Michael was taken care of, but Charles Jr. was in shock. He had to agree with the Akins’ that his brother couldn’t be moved and was better off there, with them. When he returned home, after the Dr. said Michael was out of danger, he told his mother what had happened and made her swear not to mention Michael under any circumstance. Charles Sr. couldn’t care less about his absent son, not even mentioning him or asking about him. It took Michael about 3 months to fully recover and heal completely, and then one night he disappeared. His horse was missing so they knew he was gone. 6 months later, Ethel, his girlfriend, received a letter from him saying he was in Canada and he had joined the Mounties. He felt at home there and as soon as he could, he would come to get her and marry her. She gave the letter to Charles Jr. so he could read it to his mother and finally make her stop worrying. She put the letter in her Bible, but her husband found it next day, and in a fit of anger, he sent Charles Jr. to get his brother back. Charles Jr. found him after a long train journey, but once the twins were together, they couldn’t come apart again. Charles Jr. was easily persuaded by Michael to stay and join the Mounties too. That way, without his father’s pressure, he finally started to understand and appreciate horses with his brother’s guidance. They wrote their girls with instructions to tell their mother they were together and fine, but not to let their father know they were not coming home, yet. He would write him personally to explain his reasons. A month later, tragedy struck: the Mounties were after a group of horse thieves, and these decided to get rid of their constant pursuit once and for all. One night, they attacked them, burning the stables where Michael slept. The horses’ screams woke him up and he managed to get them all out before the place collapsed in flames behind him. Then the shoot out began, and Michael lay under a bush, as Charles Jr. crouched beside him, behind a rock, taking quick glimpses over it and telling Michael which way to shoot. Unfortunately, some of the thieves had circled them and came up behind them. Michael’s instincts made him look over his shoulder just in time to see them aiming their guns at them. He jumped up, grabbing his brother and shoved him to the ground covering him with his body. Charles Jr. watched in shock, over Michael’s shoulder, how the thieves shot at them. Michael took 5 bullets before his comrades shot the thieves dead in the head. The doctor said it was a miracle he had managed to keep all the bullets in his body, because, at the short distance that they had been fired, and that caliber, they should have gone clean through him and probably killed Charles Jr. One of the bullets that Michael had in the right side of his back, could have gone straight into his brother’s heart, as he lay on his back under him. The doctor took all the bullets out, but the damage was too great. Charles Jr. never left his side during the fateful 13 days he survived, and he died in his brother’s arms. Charles Jr. was devastated, and decided to bury him there, where he had been happy, before returning home. His father simply lost it, with the news, screaming at Charles Jr. that he shouldn’t have left Michael’s body there, to go back immediately and bring him to be buried there, in their land, and then he suffered a massive stroke that left him in a wheelchair, drooling and babbling nonsense, until he died a year later in an institution. Laura also suffered some kind of stroke that left her dumb, and she was taken to a religious institution where she stayed until she died before the year was over. Ethel wouldn’t leave her room, she hardly ate and spoke to no one. Charles Jr. took charge of the ranch and dedicated it to horse breeding, as he had promised his brother, as he lay dying. He married Ada Jane a month after he returned. A year later, their aunt Meredith, Laura’s sister, came to visit. She had married Rob Tyler and gone east with him. She had an only child, a son, Herbert, who was studying psychiatry, and he took an interest in Ethel. He started visiting her daily, and soon earned her trust and they became friends. She only talked to him and he listened willingly. He fell in love with her, and though she insisted she would never love another as she had Michael, he accepted it and they decided to get married. When they asked her parents for their consent, they were surprised that they refused, and would have none of it. Their excuse was that Ethel was a nut case, and she would pass it on to their children. Herbert tried to make them see reason, that her condition had been brought on by her grief, and that it was over, but they were adamant. So they eloped and he took her back to Maine, where he was studying, and they settled down there. That’s when the family feud began, because of their marriage. They wouldn’t even allow the names mentioned in their homes or by their relatives, even in a hateful way, it was like cursing, to them. It was very hard on Ada Jane, Ethel being her sister, but she took it for Charles. Then their children came along, first your father, who became Charles Jr. and then Meredith and Robert. Sorry to say it, but I only liked your father, Mere and Bobby were, I don’t know, there was always something about them I didn’t like, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. - He shook his head, looking upset.
- I guess they were very disappointed when grandpa died and left the house and everything to me. I wouldn’t have minded sharing it all with them if they had been nice with me. - Laurie admitted.
- That’s why grandpa left it all to you, because he knew the kind of person you are. And he definitely knew them, too. - Michael confirmed.
Anita and Sylvia entered the dining room with the dessert. It was a kind of custard, baked in the old fashioned way, with an apricot sauce with diced fruit. They passed it around and placed cans of whipped cream for those who might want it. Maria took the can near her and pushed it as far away as possible, sharing a look of disgust with Michael.
- You kids don’t like whipped cream? I wish I could have some! - Uncle Derek exclaimed.
- I’m afraid they’ve had an overdose of the stuff, that’s all, right? - Isabel giggled as she looked at Michael and he just smirked at her bad choice of a joke. Maria just seemed to pale a little, but a chug out of her chamomile cup, make her look better in seconds. They attacked the dessert which was awesome, and Isabel spat hers out, wiping her mouth and looking very scared.
- Sorry! Michael, Max, don’t eat it! It’s got liquor! - She practically screamed, as she was dismayed to see she had been too late, and they had just downed a huge chunk and were swallowing a second one by the time her warning reached them.
- Oh my god! I’m terribly sorry! It’s that we have this very bad reaction to liquor, I completely forgot to tell you, Laurie. - Isabel was blushing crimson.
- No, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked! Is there anything we can do about it? -
Laurie said, very concerned.
- No, I was in time, but Max and Michael better go and sleep it off, it’s all they can do. Terribly sorry! -
- Don’t worry, my dear, you see, I have to run anyway, because tomorrow I’m signing some papers with my lawyers. I wanted to give you my good news, Laurie, I’m moving back in to my ranch, and we’re going to be neighbours again. -
- Oh, Uncle Derek! That’s great! Is it right away? When’s Aunt Serena coming? -
- We should be settled by next month, I guess, giving the tenants time to move out, and getting all our stuff back here, and all back to our taste. Since I retired some years ago, Serena has been driving me mad, insisting we should come back to the ranch to relax and try to do something about you. She was so happy when I found out about you and I called her before I came here to tell her I was having dinner here with you. She’s expecting me to call her as soon as I return to the hotel. I have a meeting with Barnett at 7:00 am sharp for breakfast and then to make sure everything is in order, for the signing of the papers at 9:00 am with the tenants. I’ll accept Rubén’s ride back to the hotel, to get all my papers together. -
Uncle Derek noticed they were all constantly stealing glances at Max and Michael, as if they were expecting them to behave like idiots any minute, and he had noticed this goofy expression in Max’s face, but Michael seemed to be taking it quite well, as he noticed nothing different in him. He drank what was left of his chamomile tea and started getting up. Michael rushed to him and helped him up. Uncle Derek hugged him as soon as he was on his feet, and Michael automatically hugged him back. The others noticed Michael’s wince, and knew he was very sensitive, due to the alcohol in his blood. Uncle Derek said good bye, hugging all the girls, then he shook hands with Stuart and Kyle, and lastly Max, who shook his hand weakly, and giggled. Uncle Derek arched his eyebrows, and knew Max was totally plastered. He walked to the door with Laurie, gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek, and walked down to the car where Rubén was waiting for him. Laurie waved and saw them off, before returning to face the actual problem. She jumped when she heard glass breaking and turned to see Max had smashed his teacup against the wall and was looking at Liz in a funny way.
- I’ll fix it, Laurie, ok? - Isabel whispered, apologizing.
Anita and Sylvia came running, looking scared, and Laurie told them to go back to the kitchen. She followed them there where she could explain.
- You should have asked me before putting liquor in the apricot sauce! Max, Michael and Isabel have a bad reaction from it. Isabel was able to notice it in time, but she warned Max and Michael too late. - Laurie really couldn’t be angry with them, it wasn’t their fault, how could they know if she herself didn’t? And how would Isabel, Max and Michael have suspected that the dessert would be spiked with liquor? It was nobody’s fault. She just hoped everything would work out fine. She made it clear it was no one’s fault, so not to worry if the boys in question behaved rather strangely.
When she returned to the hallway, Isabel came to her.
- Liz has taken Max to their bedroom, and she’ll take care of him. Michael has gone to his room to sleep it off. He says it’s the best, from experience, and Maria should be back as soon as he has made him comfortable. He insists in sleeping alone, because alcohol makes him very sensitive, and every part of his body actually hurts. We have decided to go to the mall, like we planned the other day, and give them the space they need right now. Ok with you? -
- Yeah, great. They’ll be alright? - Laurie asked Isabel.
- Yes, don’t worry, it’s for the best. Oh, there’s Maria. -
- What about Max? How is he? - Laurie wanted to know.
- It’s different with him, he just gets silly, and does things he normally doesn’t have the guts to do, so he’ll probably finally propose to Liz. - Isabel said, giggling.
- Ok, let’s go, Spaceboy is as comfortable as he can be, and will be soon sleeping like a baby. We normal people need to live it up! - Maria cried.
- Oh, shit! We have to wait for Rubén to come back! - Kyle remembered.
- No, we don’t! My SUV is in the garage, waiting for us. Even if we’re 18 and legal, at least one of us will have to give up the beers to drive back. - Laurie observed.
- No sweat! I can’t drink anyway, so I’ll be your driver tonight, at your service! - Joked Isabel.
- Hey right! - Said Maria. - By the way, Isabel, have you ever drunk anything at all, even to find out what effect it has on you? -
- No, and I’m not interested in being sore or more stupid that I usually am. - She laughed. - Since Max is my brother, I’d probably behave real dumb. No thank you! -
- I’ll be here for you, no matter what you do…- Stuart reassured her.
- No way, whatever I do, I want to know and remember. - She smiled at him.
They jogged to the garage, and before they knew it they were on their way to have a great time at the mall.
Michael’s enhanced senses were making it very hard for him to fall asleep. She could hear Anita and Sylvia very concerned about the problem they had caused, and go over it again to inform Rubén when he arrived from leaving Uncle Derek. Their voices started fading, so they must have gone to their house behind the stables. Michael was starting to relax when a disturbing sound reached him. It was Liz! And she was whimpering!
- No, Max, please! Not like this! It’s not a good time! - She begged.
Max’s voice was even more disturbing than Michael could have thought possible.
- SHUT UP! YOU’RE DOING WHAT I SAY, SO STOP BEING A BITCH! - He screamed, and the sound of his loud voice made Michael jump. Something was very wrong, and if Max was being a prick with Liz, he would not permit it, no matter what it would cost him.
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Chapter 92
Michael rushed to Max and Liz’s room which was just next door and blasted the door open with his powers. Liz was sitting against the headboard of the bed, cowering, as Max towered over her as he stood beside the bed.
- Max! What the hell do you think you’re doing? - Michael was ready to attack him, but was afraid to do so, now that his powers were out of whack.
He had meant to open the door gently, to check out first what was going on, and he had almost ripped it out of its hinges. He couldn’t risk blasting Max because he might kill him, and Liz was right by him and in the same danger.
- Get out! It’s none of your business, it’s between Liz and me. - Max spat.
- Not if you’re scaring her! - Michael insisted.
- He’s right Michael, get out, it’s between him and me. - Liz sobbed, afraid of another confrontation between them, especially now when they were both out of control and it could really get ugly.
- I’m not leaving you. She’s coming with me, Max, until you calm down. - Michael approached the bed, and Max waited until he was near enough and kicked out viciously, getting Michael on the balls. He doubled over, in the agony of his current state and lay at the feet of the bed.
- Now, Liz, I want your virginity! It’s mine! - He reached out and ripped her skirt tearing the material.
She screamed and pulled the ripped cloth closer to her, as if it could protect her.
- Damn you, you’re giving it to me! - He shouted.
- I can’t Max, I’m no longer a virgin, believe me! - She whined.
- I don’t believe you! And if it’s true, then what are you afraid of? - He spoke in a distorted voice.
- I don’t want our first time to be like this, when it’s not really you. - She whimpered.
- Shit! I have to pee! I want you naked and on your knees by the time I come out, you hear? And you, - he turned to Michael, - you don’t want to go? Great! You’ll stay and watch. - Max turned his hand to the door of the bedroom and slammed it shut and locked it.
He went into the bathroom, and Michael looked up to see the door was at their disadvantage. It stood half opened so Max could see the door he had just secured, and it covered him completely from their eyes.
- I can see the door, so no one gets out of here! - Max yelled.
Michael limped to the window by the bed and opened it. Then he pulled the bed away from the wall. He had noticed the way Max kept blinking and he knew his eyesight was blurred.
- Liz…- he whispered.
- Michael, I’m scared! - She whispered back.
- Quick, get under the bed, and speak up and answer him through the gap by the wall. - Michael ordered, pushing her out of the bed on the opposite side. - Tell him I left out the window to get help. -
- What are you going to do? - She wondered.
- Don’t worry about me. He won’t find you, it worked with Hank. Do as I say.-
Once Liz was under the bed, Michael reached under it from the top and pulled Liz up enough to hide her face in the crook of his shoulder and arrange her long hair over his. He very carefully concentrated and stripped naked with a very slow swipe of his hand, placing the sheet over his upper body as he positioned himself on his chest and knees on the bed.
Liz realized he was sacrificing in her place, and whispered harshly against his hair.
- No, Michael, I will not let you! You’re in no condition to take this! Not like you are now! I’ll do it! -
- No! It will kill me if you do! Keep quiet! He’s coming out! - Michael warned.
- Ahhh! Good girl! Where’s Michael? - He slurred, moving his head clumsily around the room.
- Tell him! - Michael whispered in her ear. - Do it! -
- He went out the window to get help. - She answered in a shaky voice.
- Like he will get far! And who will help you? Two women and two little men! Hah! - He mocked. - Take this off! -
He reached to pull the sheet away from Michael’s back and he fell over the side of the bed as he lost his balance. He tumbled into a ball, giggling uncontrollably. He picked himself up and knelt behind Michael, placing his hands on his ass to hold himself steady.
Michael had pushed the pillow under him, keeping his genitals hidden in his hand and out of reach, in case Max should grope. He doubted it, though, cause the way he was wobbling, he needed both his hands to keep from falling off the bed again.
- What is it with the fucking sheet, anyway? - He asked, angrily.
- Max, I’m freezing, I’m not feeling well. - Her voice sounded like she was trembling, which added to the effect, repeating what Michael was whispering to her.
- Oh well, then keep it, I don’t want you catching a stupid pneumonia, and getting to fuck you just once! - He seemed to find this hilariously funny, as he cackled for a long time.
- Michael, please! - Liz pleaded with him, knowing Max couldn’t hear her over his cackles.
- Max will never forgive himself if he hurts you, once he’s sober. You know that! Now don’t make it any worse! - He was right and she couldn’t dispute that.
Michael could feel Max’s huge erection aimed straight at him and braced himself, making sure Max wouldn’t miss his target.
- So you’re not a virgin, huh? I knew that Kyle had done it, no wonder he wanted you back so badly. Damn him, I’ll get even with him later. He won’t know what hit him. - He giggled hysterically. - No problem, I’ll get a virginity anyway! -
Liz’s hair covering both Michael’s and her face, had parted slightly, just enough for her to see Max thrust forwards hard.
- NOOO! PLEASE MAX, NOOO! - She screamed, a second before she felt Michael stiffen in her arms.
- Yesss! - Max shouted as he shoved brutally into his victim.
The sound that escaped Michael’s lips was indescribable. It was part moan, part grunt and part hiss. Liz shrieked as she knew Max was expecting her to do, effectively covering the other sound.
- Oops! Shouldn’t have been so rough! But they say it goes easier if it’s fast! Were they right? - The exasperating giggles again.
Liz was really crying now, feeling Michael shuddering and sobbing against her neck, sick at the thought of what he was going through…for her! At least she knew Max would not remember anything once he sobered up. Maybe it had been a bad idea telling the others to leave and staying alone with Max. She had never expected the way things had turned out. Why would Max be so mean to her? Had the alcohol brought back the scary Zan she had seen that day at the hospital? It really sounded like him. She could see Max pounding savagely into Michael, his nails drawing blood from his flesh.
- MAX PLEASE! IT’S MY FIRST TIME, PLEASE! - She screamed.
- Good! I want you to feel every inch of me and remember it all your life! -
His voice was so cruel, Liz was in complete shock. This wasn’t Max, she kept repeating to herself.
Michael’s breath was coming in gasps, and Liz was hoping he would pass out from the pain, but he kept on clinging to her, as if it reassured him to feel she was alright. Liz lost track of time, she screamed and screamed, until her voice was just a rasp, and then mercifully, Max came. Michael was shivering and Liz felt he was burning at the same time. She didn’t know what to do, as she watched Max pull out just as roughly as he had entered him, as she shrieked again to cover his gasp and growl. Liz saw Max try to get up from the bed and he toppled over the lower edge, to end sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and his head thrown back on it. Soon, to Liz’s relief, he was snoring, making the whole bed shake. Michael was groaning against her, as she pulled her hair away and she moved back to see his face. His eyes were shut tight and his lips were parted, as he breathed hard and uneven. She noticed the sheet covering his back was soaking wet, and she yanked it away, tossing it aside. She climbed out of her hiding place and took a blanket from the closet to cover Michael’s sweating body with it. She didn’t think aliens could catch a chill, but then he was part human and she wasn’t risking it. She covered Max with another blanket, mostly for decency, as he sat with his legs spread out, his genitals in plain view. The sight of him was so offensive to her right now, that she was considering covering his face too, but he might choke to death. She climbed back into the gap between the bed and the headboard against the wall and sat there huddled, gathering Michael’s shoulders in her arms, and laying her head on his back. She could feel him breathing against her breasts, and wondered if the sperm Max has shot into Michael had been also spiked with the alcohol he had consumed, and made it worse still for the suffering boy in her arms. She must have eventually fallen asleep, because she suddenly woke up with the sound of a car arriving, and the voices of her friends laughing and speaking loudly as they entered the house. She heard Maria’s voice calling Michael, and getting shrill as she insisted, without finding him. Soon the others joined in, and then they were pounding at their door. Liz tried to tell them they were there, but her voice was just a thread, from all the screaming she had done. Of course it was Isabel, who managed to unlock it and open it and Liz could see their unbelieving eyes as they entered the room. They could see Max and Michael but Liz was barely visible from where she sat. Trusting they were just sleeping, Maria started calling Liz’s name, worried about her not being in the room. Liz drew her arms away from Michael and slowly started pushing herself up from her hiding place. Laurie saw her first.
- She’s here! Liz what are you doing there? - She asked with an amused looked in her face. Kyle turned on the light and Liz covered her face with her arm, but not fast enough for them to see her tear streaked cheeks.
- Oh my god, Liz! What happened here? - Stuart’s voice filled the room.
Liz tried to speak but she could only managed hoarse croaks. They gathered around her as she sat on the chair as far away from the bed as possible. Maria put her arms around her and pulled her close to her.
- What is it Chica? What’s wrong? -
- Max tried to rape me. - She rasped, thinking it hadn’t been clear enough, because it didn’t seem to register, by the looks on her friends’ faces. Then it definitely did, to all together and at the same time.
- WHAT? - The general scream confirmed it.
- Liz, you’re joking, right? - Said Kyle, with a silly grin on his face.
Liz shook her head no, violently, as the tears started falling again.
- Oh my god! They had a fight again! THEY’RE DEAD! - Screamed Isabel, as she ran to the bed. She knelt by Max and felt his pulse on his neck. She sighed with relief. Then she placed her hand on Michael’s back and felt his breathing.
- Thank god, they’re just sleeping! What is Michael doing here? - Isabel asked in a much calmer mood.
- He let Max rape him to protect me. - Liz saw the look they all gave her, as if she had suddenly lost her mind completely, and they were afraid of her for some obscure reason.
- Liz, it’s not funny! - Laurie said, going very pale.
Liz covered her face with her hands and started sobbing uncontrollably.
Stuart went to the bed and uncovered Michael, immediately spotting the blood on the inside of his thighs.
- Oh no! I can’t believe this, tell me they’re joking, this is staged! - He walked back from the bed, shaking his head.
Isabel was sobbing as loud as Liz was, her hands clasped together at her breast.
- It’s the liquor! I should have known! I’m such an idiot! - Isabel was now crying openly.
Max started stirring, and opened his eyes, sending a look of total confusion all around the room. Maria rushed over to him and slapped his face as hard as she could.
- How could you? Liz is my best friend! She’s like my sister! - She glared at him.
- What? What are you talking about? - Max croaked, rubbing his face where Maria had slapped him.
- Maria, he didn’t touch me. - Liz rasped.
- Liz! He tried to rape you! - Maria yelled.
- Are you out of your mind? What’s wrong with you? - Max had managed to stand up and was facing the shocked faces. No one dared look at Michael. They simply couldn’t cope with it yet…except Stuart. He grabbed Max by the scruff of his shirt and started turning him towards the bed where his friend lay. Halfway around, Stuart hissed in his ear:
- Zip up! -
Max looked down, and saw he was totally exposed, and zipped up his pants, feeling the colour rise to his face. When he finished turning in the direction Stuart was forcing him, he saw Michael lying naked on the bed, registering immediately the way he was breathing heavily and moaning.
- Michael! What’s wrong with him? Who did this to him? - He rushed to his side kneeling by the bedside, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back.
- Max, is Liz alright? - Michael asked him in a slurred voice.
- Michael! Why do you ask about Liz? She’s right here! - He turned to Liz and reached out for her, watching in surprise the way she cringed away from him, in spite of being too far for him to even touch her. She approached the bed from the opposite side and knelt by it, placing one hand on Michael’s hair and the other on his cheek.
- Get away from me! - She hissed at Max, making him jump to his feet and back away, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
- Liz, please! What’s going on here? - He whispered.
- Liz, you ok? - Michael asked her, turning his face and kissing her hand.
- I’m fine, what about you? Is it passing? - She rested her chin on his shoulder, looking into his eyes.
- No, not yet, I’m afraid I just got a boost…sorry, shouldn’t have put it that way. Please leave us alone, ok? I need to talk to Max. I can hear he’s sober now. Take Maria with you, alright? Please Liz…- He begged her.
- Michael, I don’t want him to hurt you again! - Liz whispered.
- He won’t. - Michael assured her.
- How can you even think I would hurt him! Liz what’s wrong with you? - Max was beginning to get pissed and Michael could hear it.
- Max, come here! We need to talk. - He turned towards the rest. - Please, we need to be alone, ok? It’s alright, honest! - He pleaded with his eyes, and they reluctantly started leaving the room.
- Why is the bed pulled away from the wall? - Max asked and pushed it back using his powers.
- I did it, so Liz could hide under the bed. - Michael told him.
Max looked at Michael, all the colour draining away from his face until he was deathly pale.
- Michael, what happened here? Please tell me? - Max stood rooted to the floor.
- Come here, Max, first I need you to heal me, I’m hurting pretty bad. - Michael winced and turned his eyes towards Max. He walked up to the bed and saw what had shocked Stuart a few minutes ago.
- Oh no! Nicholas is back! - He exclaimed.
- Nicholas is dead Max. Sorry man, but you did this. -
- No, Michael, no. No, no, this isn’t funny, man, stop it, you’re freaking me out. -
- Come here Max. - Michael patted the bed beside him and Max obediently sat by his friend.
Michael rushed to Max and Liz’s room which was just next door and blasted the door open with his powers. Liz was sitting against the headboard of the bed, cowering, as Max towered over her as he stood beside the bed.
- Max! What the hell do you think you’re doing? - Michael was ready to attack him, but was afraid to do so, now that his powers were out of whack.
He had meant to open the door gently, to check out first what was going on, and he had almost ripped it out of its hinges. He couldn’t risk blasting Max because he might kill him, and Liz was right by him and in the same danger.
- Get out! It’s none of your business, it’s between Liz and me. - Max spat.
- Not if you’re scaring her! - Michael insisted.
- He’s right Michael, get out, it’s between him and me. - Liz sobbed, afraid of another confrontation between them, especially now when they were both out of control and it could really get ugly.
- I’m not leaving you. She’s coming with me, Max, until you calm down. - Michael approached the bed, and Max waited until he was near enough and kicked out viciously, getting Michael on the balls. He doubled over, in the agony of his current state and lay at the feet of the bed.
- Now, Liz, I want your virginity! It’s mine! - He reached out and ripped her skirt tearing the material.
She screamed and pulled the ripped cloth closer to her, as if it could protect her.
- Damn you, you’re giving it to me! - He shouted.
- I can’t Max, I’m no longer a virgin, believe me! - She whined.
- I don’t believe you! And if it’s true, then what are you afraid of? - He spoke in a distorted voice.
- I don’t want our first time to be like this, when it’s not really you. - She whimpered.
- Shit! I have to pee! I want you naked and on your knees by the time I come out, you hear? And you, - he turned to Michael, - you don’t want to go? Great! You’ll stay and watch. - Max turned his hand to the door of the bedroom and slammed it shut and locked it.
He went into the bathroom, and Michael looked up to see the door was at their disadvantage. It stood half opened so Max could see the door he had just secured, and it covered him completely from their eyes.
- I can see the door, so no one gets out of here! - Max yelled.
Michael limped to the window by the bed and opened it. Then he pulled the bed away from the wall. He had noticed the way Max kept blinking and he knew his eyesight was blurred.
- Liz…- he whispered.
- Michael, I’m scared! - She whispered back.
- Quick, get under the bed, and speak up and answer him through the gap by the wall. - Michael ordered, pushing her out of the bed on the opposite side. - Tell him I left out the window to get help. -
- What are you going to do? - She wondered.
- Don’t worry about me. He won’t find you, it worked with Hank. Do as I say.-
Once Liz was under the bed, Michael reached under it from the top and pulled Liz up enough to hide her face in the crook of his shoulder and arrange her long hair over his. He very carefully concentrated and stripped naked with a very slow swipe of his hand, placing the sheet over his upper body as he positioned himself on his chest and knees on the bed.
Liz realized he was sacrificing in her place, and whispered harshly against his hair.
- No, Michael, I will not let you! You’re in no condition to take this! Not like you are now! I’ll do it! -
- No! It will kill me if you do! Keep quiet! He’s coming out! - Michael warned.
- Ahhh! Good girl! Where’s Michael? - He slurred, moving his head clumsily around the room.
- Tell him! - Michael whispered in her ear. - Do it! -
- He went out the window to get help. - She answered in a shaky voice.
- Like he will get far! And who will help you? Two women and two little men! Hah! - He mocked. - Take this off! -
He reached to pull the sheet away from Michael’s back and he fell over the side of the bed as he lost his balance. He tumbled into a ball, giggling uncontrollably. He picked himself up and knelt behind Michael, placing his hands on his ass to hold himself steady.
Michael had pushed the pillow under him, keeping his genitals hidden in his hand and out of reach, in case Max should grope. He doubted it, though, cause the way he was wobbling, he needed both his hands to keep from falling off the bed again.
- What is it with the fucking sheet, anyway? - He asked, angrily.
- Max, I’m freezing, I’m not feeling well. - Her voice sounded like she was trembling, which added to the effect, repeating what Michael was whispering to her.
- Oh well, then keep it, I don’t want you catching a stupid pneumonia, and getting to fuck you just once! - He seemed to find this hilariously funny, as he cackled for a long time.
- Michael, please! - Liz pleaded with him, knowing Max couldn’t hear her over his cackles.
- Max will never forgive himself if he hurts you, once he’s sober. You know that! Now don’t make it any worse! - He was right and she couldn’t dispute that.
Michael could feel Max’s huge erection aimed straight at him and braced himself, making sure Max wouldn’t miss his target.
- So you’re not a virgin, huh? I knew that Kyle had done it, no wonder he wanted you back so badly. Damn him, I’ll get even with him later. He won’t know what hit him. - He giggled hysterically. - No problem, I’ll get a virginity anyway! -
Liz’s hair covering both Michael’s and her face, had parted slightly, just enough for her to see Max thrust forwards hard.
- NOOO! PLEASE MAX, NOOO! - She screamed, a second before she felt Michael stiffen in her arms.
- Yesss! - Max shouted as he shoved brutally into his victim.
The sound that escaped Michael’s lips was indescribable. It was part moan, part grunt and part hiss. Liz shrieked as she knew Max was expecting her to do, effectively covering the other sound.
- Oops! Shouldn’t have been so rough! But they say it goes easier if it’s fast! Were they right? - The exasperating giggles again.
Liz was really crying now, feeling Michael shuddering and sobbing against her neck, sick at the thought of what he was going through…for her! At least she knew Max would not remember anything once he sobered up. Maybe it had been a bad idea telling the others to leave and staying alone with Max. She had never expected the way things had turned out. Why would Max be so mean to her? Had the alcohol brought back the scary Zan she had seen that day at the hospital? It really sounded like him. She could see Max pounding savagely into Michael, his nails drawing blood from his flesh.
- MAX PLEASE! IT’S MY FIRST TIME, PLEASE! - She screamed.
- Good! I want you to feel every inch of me and remember it all your life! -
His voice was so cruel, Liz was in complete shock. This wasn’t Max, she kept repeating to herself.
Michael’s breath was coming in gasps, and Liz was hoping he would pass out from the pain, but he kept on clinging to her, as if it reassured him to feel she was alright. Liz lost track of time, she screamed and screamed, until her voice was just a rasp, and then mercifully, Max came. Michael was shivering and Liz felt he was burning at the same time. She didn’t know what to do, as she watched Max pull out just as roughly as he had entered him, as she shrieked again to cover his gasp and growl. Liz saw Max try to get up from the bed and he toppled over the lower edge, to end sitting on the floor with his back against the bed and his head thrown back on it. Soon, to Liz’s relief, he was snoring, making the whole bed shake. Michael was groaning against her, as she pulled her hair away and she moved back to see his face. His eyes were shut tight and his lips were parted, as he breathed hard and uneven. She noticed the sheet covering his back was soaking wet, and she yanked it away, tossing it aside. She climbed out of her hiding place and took a blanket from the closet to cover Michael’s sweating body with it. She didn’t think aliens could catch a chill, but then he was part human and she wasn’t risking it. She covered Max with another blanket, mostly for decency, as he sat with his legs spread out, his genitals in plain view. The sight of him was so offensive to her right now, that she was considering covering his face too, but he might choke to death. She climbed back into the gap between the bed and the headboard against the wall and sat there huddled, gathering Michael’s shoulders in her arms, and laying her head on his back. She could feel him breathing against her breasts, and wondered if the sperm Max has shot into Michael had been also spiked with the alcohol he had consumed, and made it worse still for the suffering boy in her arms. She must have eventually fallen asleep, because she suddenly woke up with the sound of a car arriving, and the voices of her friends laughing and speaking loudly as they entered the house. She heard Maria’s voice calling Michael, and getting shrill as she insisted, without finding him. Soon the others joined in, and then they were pounding at their door. Liz tried to tell them they were there, but her voice was just a thread, from all the screaming she had done. Of course it was Isabel, who managed to unlock it and open it and Liz could see their unbelieving eyes as they entered the room. They could see Max and Michael but Liz was barely visible from where she sat. Trusting they were just sleeping, Maria started calling Liz’s name, worried about her not being in the room. Liz drew her arms away from Michael and slowly started pushing herself up from her hiding place. Laurie saw her first.
- She’s here! Liz what are you doing there? - She asked with an amused looked in her face. Kyle turned on the light and Liz covered her face with her arm, but not fast enough for them to see her tear streaked cheeks.
- Oh my god, Liz! What happened here? - Stuart’s voice filled the room.
Liz tried to speak but she could only managed hoarse croaks. They gathered around her as she sat on the chair as far away from the bed as possible. Maria put her arms around her and pulled her close to her.
- What is it Chica? What’s wrong? -
- Max tried to rape me. - She rasped, thinking it hadn’t been clear enough, because it didn’t seem to register, by the looks on her friends’ faces. Then it definitely did, to all together and at the same time.
- WHAT? - The general scream confirmed it.
- Liz, you’re joking, right? - Said Kyle, with a silly grin on his face.
Liz shook her head no, violently, as the tears started falling again.
- Oh my god! They had a fight again! THEY’RE DEAD! - Screamed Isabel, as she ran to the bed. She knelt by Max and felt his pulse on his neck. She sighed with relief. Then she placed her hand on Michael’s back and felt his breathing.
- Thank god, they’re just sleeping! What is Michael doing here? - Isabel asked in a much calmer mood.
- He let Max rape him to protect me. - Liz saw the look they all gave her, as if she had suddenly lost her mind completely, and they were afraid of her for some obscure reason.
- Liz, it’s not funny! - Laurie said, going very pale.
Liz covered her face with her hands and started sobbing uncontrollably.
Stuart went to the bed and uncovered Michael, immediately spotting the blood on the inside of his thighs.
- Oh no! I can’t believe this, tell me they’re joking, this is staged! - He walked back from the bed, shaking his head.
Isabel was sobbing as loud as Liz was, her hands clasped together at her breast.
- It’s the liquor! I should have known! I’m such an idiot! - Isabel was now crying openly.
Max started stirring, and opened his eyes, sending a look of total confusion all around the room. Maria rushed over to him and slapped his face as hard as she could.
- How could you? Liz is my best friend! She’s like my sister! - She glared at him.
- What? What are you talking about? - Max croaked, rubbing his face where Maria had slapped him.
- Maria, he didn’t touch me. - Liz rasped.
- Liz! He tried to rape you! - Maria yelled.
- Are you out of your mind? What’s wrong with you? - Max had managed to stand up and was facing the shocked faces. No one dared look at Michael. They simply couldn’t cope with it yet…except Stuart. He grabbed Max by the scruff of his shirt and started turning him towards the bed where his friend lay. Halfway around, Stuart hissed in his ear:
- Zip up! -
Max looked down, and saw he was totally exposed, and zipped up his pants, feeling the colour rise to his face. When he finished turning in the direction Stuart was forcing him, he saw Michael lying naked on the bed, registering immediately the way he was breathing heavily and moaning.
- Michael! What’s wrong with him? Who did this to him? - He rushed to his side kneeling by the bedside, one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back.
- Max, is Liz alright? - Michael asked him in a slurred voice.
- Michael! Why do you ask about Liz? She’s right here! - He turned to Liz and reached out for her, watching in surprise the way she cringed away from him, in spite of being too far for him to even touch her. She approached the bed from the opposite side and knelt by it, placing one hand on Michael’s hair and the other on his cheek.
- Get away from me! - She hissed at Max, making him jump to his feet and back away, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
- Liz, please! What’s going on here? - He whispered.
- Liz, you ok? - Michael asked her, turning his face and kissing her hand.
- I’m fine, what about you? Is it passing? - She rested her chin on his shoulder, looking into his eyes.
- No, not yet, I’m afraid I just got a boost…sorry, shouldn’t have put it that way. Please leave us alone, ok? I need to talk to Max. I can hear he’s sober now. Take Maria with you, alright? Please Liz…- He begged her.
- Michael, I don’t want him to hurt you again! - Liz whispered.
- He won’t. - Michael assured her.
- How can you even think I would hurt him! Liz what’s wrong with you? - Max was beginning to get pissed and Michael could hear it.
- Max, come here! We need to talk. - He turned towards the rest. - Please, we need to be alone, ok? It’s alright, honest! - He pleaded with his eyes, and they reluctantly started leaving the room.
- Why is the bed pulled away from the wall? - Max asked and pushed it back using his powers.
- I did it, so Liz could hide under the bed. - Michael told him.
Max looked at Michael, all the colour draining away from his face until he was deathly pale.
- Michael, what happened here? Please tell me? - Max stood rooted to the floor.
- Come here, Max, first I need you to heal me, I’m hurting pretty bad. - Michael winced and turned his eyes towards Max. He walked up to the bed and saw what had shocked Stuart a few minutes ago.
- Oh no! Nicholas is back! - He exclaimed.
- Nicholas is dead Max. Sorry man, but you did this. -
- No, Michael, no. No, no, this isn’t funny, man, stop it, you’re freaking me out. -
- Come here Max. - Michael patted the bed beside him and Max obediently sat by his friend.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 93
No one liked very much the idea of leaving those two together, especially after what had just happened. Still, Max seemed sober again, and Michael was coping with it as he usually did, lately. They crossed the hallway to Isabel’s room and she sat quietly on her bed, as Maria and Kyle’s voices spoke out their opinions.
- Max said he would never hurt Michael! - Kyle defended his current buddy.
- So what did he just do, according to your personal dictionary? - Maria threw back at him.
- HEY! Can you save it for later? I want to know what’s going on in there! - Isabel shouted, she slammed the door shut and locked it from where she was sitting, making everyone jump.
Deciding she was absolutely right, they all gathered around her forming the connecting circle, Liz and Maria in direct contact with Isabel’s hands. Isabel was surprised how fast she made it this time, her powers were definitely improving. They concentrated on the scene before their eyes.
Max was sitting on the bed beside Michael. He reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
- Shit man, I have no reasons to doubt you, but what the hell just happened here? - Max asked, the picture of concern.
- Max, remember the dessert? -
- Yeah, it was great, really worth waiting for. - Max remembered.
- Well, we dumb machos gobbled down a good couple of spoonfuls before Isabel warned us it was spiked with liquor. She detected it immediately and spat it out. Her warning came too late. - Michael explained patiently.
- Why would anyone do that? - Max exclaimed.
- Hey! I thought you were sober now! No one knew, it wasn’t on purpose! It was probably just a nice touch, to the flavour, no harm intended. - Michael reasoned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right! We should have warned Laurie of our problem, we always expect to find liquor in a bottle conveniently labeled. - Max reached up to his head, the heels of his hands rubbing his eyes.
- Headache? Well, heal yourself, and oh! I happen to have one hell of a pain in the ass you could do something about! - Michael moaned.
Max’s facial expression showed he was just doing that, a gentle smile confirming his headache had vanished.
- Let’s see…- He moved his hands to Michael’s hips tentatively and saw with surprise that the healing lights were doing their job. Michael writhed beneath them as he winced and buried his face in the pillow, clutching it in his hands. As the lights waned, Michael managed to relax as most of the pain faded away, leaving just the usual soreness, that took a few days to go away completely. He took a deep breath and sighed.
- Better? - The healer asked.
- Much. - The patient answered.
- Michael, when did we last connect? - He was trying to figure out how it was that the healing had gone so well, he couldn’t remember when their last connection had been, probably not so many days ago, he had lost the sense of time these last couple of weeks, with everything that had been going on.
- I thought I was unforgettable! - Michael joked. - Bad boy, swiping Maria’s leftovers? Was it a week ago already? And what about tonight, huh? You just fucked my guts out! - He protested.
- Yeah, right. You said so. - Max looked at his hands, contritely.
- I said so! So what did you think the blood was from, now I’m bleeding like a girl? I’m on my period? Shit, Max! - Michael exploded.
- Will you please tell me what happened? - Max begged impatiently.
- Aye aye sir! - Michael’s tone was mocking. - But you won’t like it. The alcohol completely erased the meaning of the word “lube” from your mind. -
- But I thought it was Liz! - Max went defensive.
- Whatever! It was her first time with you and you weren’t making it pleasant, how did you expect her to be ready for it, huh? - Michael was already making a small change in what he was about to disclose.
- Hey, I’m already feeling like a total shit, ok? I need to know what I did! -
Michael gave him a detailed briefing of his shocking behaviour, omitting just one piece of information: Liz’s confession that she was no longer a virgin. He could feel Isabel’s connection, and realized Liz must be terrified to have this information disclosed like this, so no way he was giving her away. That was her decision, not his. Max didn’t remember it, so it was between Liz and him. Not their first secret, he smirked, remembering her diary. When he skipped that part, he could feel Liz’s relief so clearly, he knew she had actually sighed. Somehow her empathy with him had gone both ways. She would have to know, or maybe she already did? He lay there, watching Max slowly digest the bitter mouthful of information he had just fed him. He saw him shake his head, in utter disbelief, though he knew Michael would not lie to him about something so serious. He shook his head again and frowned.
- Dammit Michael, I really fucked up this time! Liz will never forgive me! She has already told me she will never forget my stupidity with Tess, and she still hasn’t quite forgiven that either, she said she didn’t know if she ever would. Now I’ve really done it! -
- Hey, Max, don’t be too hard on yourself, we all fuck up, it’s our human part, of course, so that means all of us, you included, only this time you were drunk and it wasn’t really your fault. - Michael watched Max lay back beside him, and he immediately moved over to him, reaching his hand over to his. Max caught it and clasped his fingers in his, flexing their arms on his chest and pressing their hands there.
- Come here, Michael. - He buried his other arm under Michael’s body, draping it around his hip and pulling him towards him. Michael half lay over Max, pushing his face into his neck and wedging his thigh between Max’s legs. He snuggled against him like a child, his other arm lying behind him parallel to his body. Max’s arm rose from his hip and buried in the boy’s hair running his fingers through the silky mane, giving it a playful tug. Max chuckled as his arm returned to Michael’s hips, and his hand squeezed his butt possessively, making him grunt.
- You’re mine, you know? You’ve always been, here and in Antar. I can always count on you, you’re always there for me. I love you, Michael, what you did tonight for me, shows me the kind of friend you are: the best. You knew I would have never forgiven myself if I had raped Liz in a drunken state. What you did is as noble as the Royal Blood we now know you have. Shit, man! I’d be nothing without you! - Max turned his face and kissed Michael’s hair. Michael sighed.
- Hey, man, you know we’re a team, you’re there for me too, when I get hurt…-
- Michael, I’m your healer, that doesn’t count…-
- It does to me. - Michael said.
He pulled his head back and stared at Max, who also turned and met his eyes. Max leaned over and kissed Michael’s parted lips softly. A brotherly gesture, nothing more. When he moved back, Michael was smirking.
- Hey, don’t do that again or I’ll have to hit you. - He whispered.
- I meant well, you’re not my bitch. - Max joked, imitating his smirk.
- I am your bitch. You know that. You fuck me in the ass, what does that make me? - Michael went on smirking at Max.
- You know it’s just for healing you. - Max felt this was going a weird way.
- Just? Then why did you choose to connect with me there? - Michael wondered, his eyes drilling into Max’s.
- I didn’t, Zan did. - Max’s eyes lost the battle.
- You were Zan. - Michael wasn’t giving up.
- Maybe cause you were an arrogant kid cousin, and that was better than a spanking, to put you in your place … I don’t know, Michael, go to sleep, ok? We both need it and I know Liz won’t have me near her tonight. -
- What if Maria needs me? - Michael kept pushing.
- Liz needs her more. - Max headed for a closure.
- Ok. - That was too easy, but then, that was Michael. You never knew where you stood with him.
Michael lay his cheek on Max’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He was asleep in seconds, but Max was too disturbed to sleep. His hand went to the other boy’s hair again, soothing him and keeping his fingers busy, helped him think things out. Damn dessert, how could he have known? How could he miss it? Michael wolfed his food down, but he didn’t. He could understand it happening to Michael but not to him. Michael’s warm breath and soft moans against his flesh started having some effect, his hand in his, relaxed in sleep reminded him the power that they could summon, reminded him he had his warrior with him. He still found Liz’s empathy with Michael kind of freaky, but he was sure it could help him with his current problem. Michael could convey to Liz exactly how he was feeling, and she would know how bad he felt about what had happened. His hand slid again down Michael’s body as sleep won him over, with Michael in his arms and his protective body over his.
The connection started fading, and Liz felt at peace with herself, knowing again, she owed big to Michael. No problem, he was a good friend and had proved himself trustworthy through thick and thin. 6 sets of eyes opened and Maria and Kyle took Isabel’s words literally, and started bickering where they had left of.
- You see? Max loves Michael! He would never hurt him! -
- I told you to check your personal dictionary because the normal one says something quite different! -
- Hey, hey! I think we’re having a problem concerning connotation! - Stuart confronted the worked up contenders. They all turned to look at him with interest, especially the two in the spotlight.
- If you mean “hurt” in the sense of “causing pain”, in this case physically, then both Max and I are guilty. As healers, we have needed to cause him pain to be able to fix some bodily damage, it couldn’t be helped, and he understood it and accepted it. Now if you mean “hurt” in the sense of “causing harm”, I can assure you neither Max nor I are guilty…-
- Excuse me, Stuart, what did Max just do? Michael was bleeding! And the fact that he really meant to do it to Liz makes it so sick! - Maria exclaimed.
- He was drunk! He would never have done it otherwise! - Kyle continued to defend Max.
- He’s got a point there, you know? He wouldn’t have done it knowingly, or meaning him harm in any way. - Stuart acquiesced.
- Well, I remember very clearly Isabel saying that when Max was drunk, he did what he wouldn’t have the guts to do under normal circumstances. Right?” Maria glared at Isabel.
- The only time Max was drunk, thanks to Kyle here, and both him and Liz told him what he’d done, Max thought that was the explanation for his behaviour. - Isabel also took her brother’s side, though she was completely grossed out by what had happened, drunk or not.
- What if Michael hadn’t been there? Would you all be defending him too? - Maria’s eyes were now full of tears. - Hasn’t Michael suffered enough? -
Liz rushed to her side, and hugged her tight.
- But Michael was there for me, Maria, I insisted he shouldn’t do it, but he said it would kill him if he let Max hurt me. I’m sorry, but I was terrified. - Liz said.
- No, I’m sorry, Liz, Michael was right, your first time shouldn’t have been like that, even if it was Max. - She hugged Liz back and turned to Stuart.
- Tell me Stuart, that part about doing what you don’t normally have the guts to do, when you’re drunk, how much of it is true? -
She caught him by surprise, he hadn’t expected her to go back to that.
- Well, according to several studies, the problem seems to dwell on the fact that alcohol simply vanishes your inhibitions, and you have no control, no conscience, you know? You want, you take. You feel like it, you do it. You have no notion of good and bad, or right and wrong. Like a wild animal, you function on instincts. - Stuart told her.
- So Max just wants to take Liz’s virginity, he doesn’t give a damn whether she wants to give it to him or not, or whether she will enjoy it or not? - Maria pursued her goal.
“Uh-uh!” Stuart thought. “This one’s a predator, she won’t let go until there’s nothing left.”
- In essence, yes, but then he’s got his educated side, that tells him it’s wrong and unfair, and it automatically takes over and makes him do the right thing. That’s what goes away under the influence of alcohol. It’s the same with everyone, so we would all be guilty of letting our instincts loose when we drink. -
That left Maria thinking for a while, and everyone visibly breathed again.
- I once got drunk and I said horrid things to my mother. She was crying next day when she told me what I did, and I felt awful. I did think those things about her, but I would never have told them to her if I hadn’t been drunk. I think I get what you mean. Max may lust after me, but he would never be mean to me just to satisfy himself. - Liz nodded.
They remained quiet for a few minutes, and then they started getting up and saying good nights, they went to their rooms. Maria took Liz to hers, as Max was expecting her to, knowing Michael was in good hands.
Next morning, Anita made her round to find all doors closed and that, to her, meant “Do Not Disturb”, so she left the bedrooms for later. Stuart and Kyle were the first to come out at around 11am, and finding the other doors closed when they met at the hallway, decided to go take a jog, that’s what they were dressed for, anyway. Isabel came out some minutes later and immediately went to Max’s room. She opened the door quietly and met her brother’s eyes.
- Oh, you’re awake! - She said, knowing she sounded stupid.
- You know 3 or 4 hours at the most are enough for me, but that’s not the same for Michael. - He gestured with his head towards his bed mate.
- You know that if you push him aside and get up, he won’t wake up. - She smiled, guessing that was not the reason.
- Oh well, I needed to do some thinking, and a big shaggy “wookie” really inspires me. - He smiled back at her, and reaching up, he tousled Michael’s hair.
The sleeping boy moaned softly and snuggled closer to him.
Max shrugged and made a face to her.
She went to the bed and pulled the easy chair close by, facing them.
- First of all, is he alright? - She asked, checking out Michael’s prone body with her eyes.
- He’s ok, I healed him and we had a talk until he fell asleep. -
- Fine then, let me reassure you. We had a big debate in my room after we left you. Maria was furious with you not only for Michael but for your original intentions with Liz. Kyle defended you, and Stuart dropped his bomb with technicalities that even Maria couldn’t refute. In the end, it was Liz herself who brought closure to the issue, remembering an occasion when she had been really mean to her mother after she drunk too much. So you’re safe there. You’re very lucky, you know. Even Maria had to agree with her. I’m sure Liz will want to talk to you. Their door is still closed but I’m sure…-
Isabel turned to look over her shoulder, curious at what Max was looking at and saw Liz and Maria standing shyly at the door. Max pointed at the chair where Isabel was sitting and she retrieved the bathrobe that was draped over the arm, handing it to Max. He was about to move Michael aside to cover himself with the robe, when he noticed both Liz and Maria were looking at Michael, not at him.
- Is he alright? - They asked together, their eyes still on the sleeping boy.
Max thought they had sounded like an echo of Isabel a few minutes before. He just nodded, not trusting his voice. The silence started to get embarrassing, and it was Liz who broke it.
- Max, we need to talk. -
- Right, let me get dressed. - He slid from under Michael, who groaned his complaints and turned his face the other way, as Max sat up and used the robe to cover himself. He padded to the bathroom, closed the door, and soon they heard the sound of the shower. Maria sat where Max had been and leaning over, she started kissing Michael’s face as her hands went to his body. Liz and Isabel smiled at each other and watched their interaction, as Michael responded to her touches and pushed up and back against her hands without waking up. Liz wondered if Michael thought it was Max touching him. Somehow, her empathy wasn’t working, but when Maria twisted her neck at an impossible angle and kissed his lips, he whispered her name the second she pulled away from him. Liz couldn’t help taking a deep breath and she felt Isabel’s eyes on her. She knew Isabel had been sharing her thoughts, but they didn’t seem to disturb her. Was it because she was used to them? Max came out dressed and ready in an impossibly short time. Alien powers? Liz suspected. Liz started walking out of the room with Max at her heels. Then Isabel followed, as she heard Michael giving some signs of finally waking up.
No one liked very much the idea of leaving those two together, especially after what had just happened. Still, Max seemed sober again, and Michael was coping with it as he usually did, lately. They crossed the hallway to Isabel’s room and she sat quietly on her bed, as Maria and Kyle’s voices spoke out their opinions.
- Max said he would never hurt Michael! - Kyle defended his current buddy.
- So what did he just do, according to your personal dictionary? - Maria threw back at him.
- HEY! Can you save it for later? I want to know what’s going on in there! - Isabel shouted, she slammed the door shut and locked it from where she was sitting, making everyone jump.
Deciding she was absolutely right, they all gathered around her forming the connecting circle, Liz and Maria in direct contact with Isabel’s hands. Isabel was surprised how fast she made it this time, her powers were definitely improving. They concentrated on the scene before their eyes.
Max was sitting on the bed beside Michael. He reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
- Shit man, I have no reasons to doubt you, but what the hell just happened here? - Max asked, the picture of concern.
- Max, remember the dessert? -
- Yeah, it was great, really worth waiting for. - Max remembered.
- Well, we dumb machos gobbled down a good couple of spoonfuls before Isabel warned us it was spiked with liquor. She detected it immediately and spat it out. Her warning came too late. - Michael explained patiently.
- Why would anyone do that? - Max exclaimed.
- Hey! I thought you were sober now! No one knew, it wasn’t on purpose! It was probably just a nice touch, to the flavour, no harm intended. - Michael reasoned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right! We should have warned Laurie of our problem, we always expect to find liquor in a bottle conveniently labeled. - Max reached up to his head, the heels of his hands rubbing his eyes.
- Headache? Well, heal yourself, and oh! I happen to have one hell of a pain in the ass you could do something about! - Michael moaned.
Max’s facial expression showed he was just doing that, a gentle smile confirming his headache had vanished.
- Let’s see…- He moved his hands to Michael’s hips tentatively and saw with surprise that the healing lights were doing their job. Michael writhed beneath them as he winced and buried his face in the pillow, clutching it in his hands. As the lights waned, Michael managed to relax as most of the pain faded away, leaving just the usual soreness, that took a few days to go away completely. He took a deep breath and sighed.
- Better? - The healer asked.
- Much. - The patient answered.
- Michael, when did we last connect? - He was trying to figure out how it was that the healing had gone so well, he couldn’t remember when their last connection had been, probably not so many days ago, he had lost the sense of time these last couple of weeks, with everything that had been going on.
- I thought I was unforgettable! - Michael joked. - Bad boy, swiping Maria’s leftovers? Was it a week ago already? And what about tonight, huh? You just fucked my guts out! - He protested.
- Yeah, right. You said so. - Max looked at his hands, contritely.
- I said so! So what did you think the blood was from, now I’m bleeding like a girl? I’m on my period? Shit, Max! - Michael exploded.
- Will you please tell me what happened? - Max begged impatiently.
- Aye aye sir! - Michael’s tone was mocking. - But you won’t like it. The alcohol completely erased the meaning of the word “lube” from your mind. -
- But I thought it was Liz! - Max went defensive.
- Whatever! It was her first time with you and you weren’t making it pleasant, how did you expect her to be ready for it, huh? - Michael was already making a small change in what he was about to disclose.
- Hey, I’m already feeling like a total shit, ok? I need to know what I did! -
Michael gave him a detailed briefing of his shocking behaviour, omitting just one piece of information: Liz’s confession that she was no longer a virgin. He could feel Isabel’s connection, and realized Liz must be terrified to have this information disclosed like this, so no way he was giving her away. That was her decision, not his. Max didn’t remember it, so it was between Liz and him. Not their first secret, he smirked, remembering her diary. When he skipped that part, he could feel Liz’s relief so clearly, he knew she had actually sighed. Somehow her empathy with him had gone both ways. She would have to know, or maybe she already did? He lay there, watching Max slowly digest the bitter mouthful of information he had just fed him. He saw him shake his head, in utter disbelief, though he knew Michael would not lie to him about something so serious. He shook his head again and frowned.
- Dammit Michael, I really fucked up this time! Liz will never forgive me! She has already told me she will never forget my stupidity with Tess, and she still hasn’t quite forgiven that either, she said she didn’t know if she ever would. Now I’ve really done it! -
- Hey, Max, don’t be too hard on yourself, we all fuck up, it’s our human part, of course, so that means all of us, you included, only this time you were drunk and it wasn’t really your fault. - Michael watched Max lay back beside him, and he immediately moved over to him, reaching his hand over to his. Max caught it and clasped his fingers in his, flexing their arms on his chest and pressing their hands there.
- Come here, Michael. - He buried his other arm under Michael’s body, draping it around his hip and pulling him towards him. Michael half lay over Max, pushing his face into his neck and wedging his thigh between Max’s legs. He snuggled against him like a child, his other arm lying behind him parallel to his body. Max’s arm rose from his hip and buried in the boy’s hair running his fingers through the silky mane, giving it a playful tug. Max chuckled as his arm returned to Michael’s hips, and his hand squeezed his butt possessively, making him grunt.
- You’re mine, you know? You’ve always been, here and in Antar. I can always count on you, you’re always there for me. I love you, Michael, what you did tonight for me, shows me the kind of friend you are: the best. You knew I would have never forgiven myself if I had raped Liz in a drunken state. What you did is as noble as the Royal Blood we now know you have. Shit, man! I’d be nothing without you! - Max turned his face and kissed Michael’s hair. Michael sighed.
- Hey, man, you know we’re a team, you’re there for me too, when I get hurt…-
- Michael, I’m your healer, that doesn’t count…-
- It does to me. - Michael said.
He pulled his head back and stared at Max, who also turned and met his eyes. Max leaned over and kissed Michael’s parted lips softly. A brotherly gesture, nothing more. When he moved back, Michael was smirking.
- Hey, don’t do that again or I’ll have to hit you. - He whispered.
- I meant well, you’re not my bitch. - Max joked, imitating his smirk.
- I am your bitch. You know that. You fuck me in the ass, what does that make me? - Michael went on smirking at Max.
- You know it’s just for healing you. - Max felt this was going a weird way.
- Just? Then why did you choose to connect with me there? - Michael wondered, his eyes drilling into Max’s.
- I didn’t, Zan did. - Max’s eyes lost the battle.
- You were Zan. - Michael wasn’t giving up.
- Maybe cause you were an arrogant kid cousin, and that was better than a spanking, to put you in your place … I don’t know, Michael, go to sleep, ok? We both need it and I know Liz won’t have me near her tonight. -
- What if Maria needs me? - Michael kept pushing.
- Liz needs her more. - Max headed for a closure.
- Ok. - That was too easy, but then, that was Michael. You never knew where you stood with him.
Michael lay his cheek on Max’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He was asleep in seconds, but Max was too disturbed to sleep. His hand went to the other boy’s hair again, soothing him and keeping his fingers busy, helped him think things out. Damn dessert, how could he have known? How could he miss it? Michael wolfed his food down, but he didn’t. He could understand it happening to Michael but not to him. Michael’s warm breath and soft moans against his flesh started having some effect, his hand in his, relaxed in sleep reminded him the power that they could summon, reminded him he had his warrior with him. He still found Liz’s empathy with Michael kind of freaky, but he was sure it could help him with his current problem. Michael could convey to Liz exactly how he was feeling, and she would know how bad he felt about what had happened. His hand slid again down Michael’s body as sleep won him over, with Michael in his arms and his protective body over his.
The connection started fading, and Liz felt at peace with herself, knowing again, she owed big to Michael. No problem, he was a good friend and had proved himself trustworthy through thick and thin. 6 sets of eyes opened and Maria and Kyle took Isabel’s words literally, and started bickering where they had left of.
- You see? Max loves Michael! He would never hurt him! -
- I told you to check your personal dictionary because the normal one says something quite different! -
- Hey, hey! I think we’re having a problem concerning connotation! - Stuart confronted the worked up contenders. They all turned to look at him with interest, especially the two in the spotlight.
- If you mean “hurt” in the sense of “causing pain”, in this case physically, then both Max and I are guilty. As healers, we have needed to cause him pain to be able to fix some bodily damage, it couldn’t be helped, and he understood it and accepted it. Now if you mean “hurt” in the sense of “causing harm”, I can assure you neither Max nor I are guilty…-
- Excuse me, Stuart, what did Max just do? Michael was bleeding! And the fact that he really meant to do it to Liz makes it so sick! - Maria exclaimed.
- He was drunk! He would never have done it otherwise! - Kyle continued to defend Max.
- He’s got a point there, you know? He wouldn’t have done it knowingly, or meaning him harm in any way. - Stuart acquiesced.
- Well, I remember very clearly Isabel saying that when Max was drunk, he did what he wouldn’t have the guts to do under normal circumstances. Right?” Maria glared at Isabel.
- The only time Max was drunk, thanks to Kyle here, and both him and Liz told him what he’d done, Max thought that was the explanation for his behaviour. - Isabel also took her brother’s side, though she was completely grossed out by what had happened, drunk or not.
- What if Michael hadn’t been there? Would you all be defending him too? - Maria’s eyes were now full of tears. - Hasn’t Michael suffered enough? -
Liz rushed to her side, and hugged her tight.
- But Michael was there for me, Maria, I insisted he shouldn’t do it, but he said it would kill him if he let Max hurt me. I’m sorry, but I was terrified. - Liz said.
- No, I’m sorry, Liz, Michael was right, your first time shouldn’t have been like that, even if it was Max. - She hugged Liz back and turned to Stuart.
- Tell me Stuart, that part about doing what you don’t normally have the guts to do, when you’re drunk, how much of it is true? -
She caught him by surprise, he hadn’t expected her to go back to that.
- Well, according to several studies, the problem seems to dwell on the fact that alcohol simply vanishes your inhibitions, and you have no control, no conscience, you know? You want, you take. You feel like it, you do it. You have no notion of good and bad, or right and wrong. Like a wild animal, you function on instincts. - Stuart told her.
- So Max just wants to take Liz’s virginity, he doesn’t give a damn whether she wants to give it to him or not, or whether she will enjoy it or not? - Maria pursued her goal.
“Uh-uh!” Stuart thought. “This one’s a predator, she won’t let go until there’s nothing left.”
- In essence, yes, but then he’s got his educated side, that tells him it’s wrong and unfair, and it automatically takes over and makes him do the right thing. That’s what goes away under the influence of alcohol. It’s the same with everyone, so we would all be guilty of letting our instincts loose when we drink. -
That left Maria thinking for a while, and everyone visibly breathed again.
- I once got drunk and I said horrid things to my mother. She was crying next day when she told me what I did, and I felt awful. I did think those things about her, but I would never have told them to her if I hadn’t been drunk. I think I get what you mean. Max may lust after me, but he would never be mean to me just to satisfy himself. - Liz nodded.
They remained quiet for a few minutes, and then they started getting up and saying good nights, they went to their rooms. Maria took Liz to hers, as Max was expecting her to, knowing Michael was in good hands.
Next morning, Anita made her round to find all doors closed and that, to her, meant “Do Not Disturb”, so she left the bedrooms for later. Stuart and Kyle were the first to come out at around 11am, and finding the other doors closed when they met at the hallway, decided to go take a jog, that’s what they were dressed for, anyway. Isabel came out some minutes later and immediately went to Max’s room. She opened the door quietly and met her brother’s eyes.
- Oh, you’re awake! - She said, knowing she sounded stupid.
- You know 3 or 4 hours at the most are enough for me, but that’s not the same for Michael. - He gestured with his head towards his bed mate.
- You know that if you push him aside and get up, he won’t wake up. - She smiled, guessing that was not the reason.
- Oh well, I needed to do some thinking, and a big shaggy “wookie” really inspires me. - He smiled back at her, and reaching up, he tousled Michael’s hair.
The sleeping boy moaned softly and snuggled closer to him.
Max shrugged and made a face to her.
She went to the bed and pulled the easy chair close by, facing them.
- First of all, is he alright? - She asked, checking out Michael’s prone body with her eyes.
- He’s ok, I healed him and we had a talk until he fell asleep. -
- Fine then, let me reassure you. We had a big debate in my room after we left you. Maria was furious with you not only for Michael but for your original intentions with Liz. Kyle defended you, and Stuart dropped his bomb with technicalities that even Maria couldn’t refute. In the end, it was Liz herself who brought closure to the issue, remembering an occasion when she had been really mean to her mother after she drunk too much. So you’re safe there. You’re very lucky, you know. Even Maria had to agree with her. I’m sure Liz will want to talk to you. Their door is still closed but I’m sure…-
Isabel turned to look over her shoulder, curious at what Max was looking at and saw Liz and Maria standing shyly at the door. Max pointed at the chair where Isabel was sitting and she retrieved the bathrobe that was draped over the arm, handing it to Max. He was about to move Michael aside to cover himself with the robe, when he noticed both Liz and Maria were looking at Michael, not at him.
- Is he alright? - They asked together, their eyes still on the sleeping boy.
Max thought they had sounded like an echo of Isabel a few minutes before. He just nodded, not trusting his voice. The silence started to get embarrassing, and it was Liz who broke it.
- Max, we need to talk. -
- Right, let me get dressed. - He slid from under Michael, who groaned his complaints and turned his face the other way, as Max sat up and used the robe to cover himself. He padded to the bathroom, closed the door, and soon they heard the sound of the shower. Maria sat where Max had been and leaning over, she started kissing Michael’s face as her hands went to his body. Liz and Isabel smiled at each other and watched their interaction, as Michael responded to her touches and pushed up and back against her hands without waking up. Liz wondered if Michael thought it was Max touching him. Somehow, her empathy wasn’t working, but when Maria twisted her neck at an impossible angle and kissed his lips, he whispered her name the second she pulled away from him. Liz couldn’t help taking a deep breath and she felt Isabel’s eyes on her. She knew Isabel had been sharing her thoughts, but they didn’t seem to disturb her. Was it because she was used to them? Max came out dressed and ready in an impossibly short time. Alien powers? Liz suspected. Liz started walking out of the room with Max at her heels. Then Isabel followed, as she heard Michael giving some signs of finally waking up.
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Chapter 94
Max followed Liz out of the house until they were sitting on a little secluded patio out of hearing and sight of the rest of their friends. She sat on a deck chair and Max sat on another one, facing her.
- Look, Liz, first of all, I want you to know that I don’t remember anything about yesterday, I just know what happened because Michael told me…-
- That’s alright, anyway, it’s not the first time, and it wasn’t your fault. I understand it and I’m ok with it. -
- They what are we talking about? - Max asked her, puzzled.
- I want to talk about some Michael issues. - She said seriously.
- Liz, I behaved like an idiot yesterday and you want to talk about Michael issues? I don’t get it, oh ok, your empathy with Michael is really weird, and I have to admit it kind of freaks me out…-
- That’s not what I mean, it’s not about me, it’s about you. -
- I don’t have Michael issues, our relationship has no issues, as you put them, as far as we’re both concerned…-
- Let me be the judge of that, cause as usual, you’re seeing it from your point of view, and that only counts for you. -
- Liz, I don’t…-
- Max, I’m doing the talking here, ok? Ok. I remember you as a skinny scared kid, cowering behind your sister at first, and then behind Michael, all through elementary and your Freshman year. Then, when our Sophomore year began, I had 2, no, 3 surprises. The first one was that you had been working out like a nut all summer, and returned to school with some decent abs and you had grown a few inches, but Michael had too, and he still towered over you. - She noticed Max mouth give a slight twitch. - Oh, right, that’s kind of like your pet peeve, right? You always have to be more than Michael. Well, you won’t be taller than him, or look better than him, or be Royal like him, ok? So live with it! -
Liz was about to continue, when she noticed the funny way Max was looking at her.
- You don’t think I’m good looking? - He was pouting, disappointed.
- Max, Michael is handsome, ask any girl in school, you’re nice, as Alex was nice, and Stuart is nice…-
- Right, in a geeky way, huh? - He obviously didn’t like her answer.
- So what? I’m a geek too, to most of our classmates. - She accepted.
- You didn’t mention Kyle. - He reminded her.
- Well, Kyle’s kind of cute, in spite of his size, which is no problem to me…Stop leading me away from the subject! - She scolded.
- What subject? The imaginary issues you are hallucinating? - He exploded, rolling his eyes as she scoffed and continued, ignoring his outburst.
- The second surprise, was when you guys came into the Crashdown and Maria started teasing me again about your constant looks in my direction, and then the shooting happened and you saved my life. - She paused, locking eyes with him. - The third surprise, though it really was the first, chronologically, was that during summer, when you had been too busy gaining your few inches…- Max’s smug chuckle interrupted her. - That’s not what I mean…-
- But I do, and that’s something I’ve got on Michael…-
- Believe me Max, that’s not an advantage, but rather an intimidation, as far as a girl is concerned. What you really have on Michael is simply luck: a better home, better parents, better education. But the real essence of the person is what’s important, at least to me. You kicked me aside to be with Tess, and don’t give me that shit about her mind warping you, because I don’t buy it, at least not where it counts. You were mean to me, and when she killed Alex and I tried to find out the truth, I know you were itching to hit me more than once. Don’t deny it, Max, because you’d be making it worse by lying! Michael was there for us, for Maria and me, even if you tried to keep him away. He was there in Las Cruces when we went to find out about Leanna, and the translation of the book Alex had been doing, and he saved us from that alien bomb, or whatever it was, when we found the files. And where were you? Crying and throwing fits because you had got Tess pregnant! And then you were packed and ready to leave me, like forgotten garbage, with Tess’s typical lies about the baby’s wellbeing. You owe big to Michael, because if he hadn’t had the guts to stay for Maria, we would have never been able to tell you the truth of what had really happened. You would have had your head chopped off and Isabel would have hanged by the neck all over again the second you arrived at your planet. I shudder to think what would have happened to Michael if you had managed to drag him back too.
Dammit Max, I was on my third surprise! Well, during the summer, I, Parker the geek, was approached by Valenti the jock, and we dated for almost 3 months. That was a blow to my insecurity, but I didn’t want to be disappointed, because maybe it was just a summer thing and that was it. Then he started coming on to me when school started, but I was so grateful to you for saving my life, and to your trusting me with your secret of being an alien as well as your sister and Michael! Of all people! I was so in debt with you, that my confidence was boosted sky high, and I chose you over Kyle because I owed you big. As I started hanging out with you, I realized that by saving me, you had not only put yourself at risk, which was your choice, but also Isabel and Michael, and it was unfair to them. Then I also started noticing that like having 2 guys after me had given me the confidence and self esteem I had been lacking before, your abs and your extra height had done the same to you as well as the fact that you were now a Sophomore. You started treating Michael as if he were your slave, as if you owned him. You laughed at him and mocked him every time he tried to find out about your alien home, and criticized him every chance you had for it. He was right about the geodesic dome, but you didn’t give him any credit for it. I know Isabel told you a few times that you couldn’t treat Michael like that, he had enough abuse at home to get it from you, and at that time, you still thought he was your brother. When he tried to meet Topolsky by himself, to protect all of us, unfortunately Maria had to interfere, and I say unfortunately, because I have to live with the fact that our intervention got her killed. And you had the nerve to hit him when he was trying to explain! You were lucky Isabel stood in front of you because Michael would have beaten the hell out of you, and you deserved it. Topolsky chose him, because she knew he wouldn’t back down, and wouldn’t need a week to think about it, and chicken out in the end. Pierce chose you, to put you in the white room because he knew how easy it would be to break you down, and of course he got the orb from you like taking candy from a kid, after you had been at Michael’s ass unstopping for losing the orb to Valenti, and it was really because of us. I hate to think all the information we lost because we didn’t let Michael met Topolsky like he should have. She definitely knew a lot, and she wanted to help us. She told me so herself when she met me. Pierce knew that he would get nowhere with Michael, because he wouldn’t be intimidated by pain, and he would get nothing from him. If he tried the dead girlfriend trick, he knew Michael would go berserk and they would have to kill him before he blew everything up, himself included. So he went for the weakest link, and that was you. -
- You mean you think Isabel…-
- Is stronger than you think, Max. You behaved like her enemy when she wanted to get away, and when she decided to get married, yet she stood up to you and no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop her. Does that answer your question? What about the Air force girl and her father? Remember when Michael brought her to you to ask for your help? How you react? Yet Michael’s plan was what really saved the man’s life. Did you give him any credit for it? No, you took it. All your stunts, leaving Michael aside, only made things worse for all of you. Like not telling him about River Dog, that almost got him killed, going to L.A. alone after Langley, it couldn’t have gone worse, Langley would have reacted much better if you had gone with Michael. And the hold up, where you almost got me jailed for years. If you had gone with him, he would have dragged you away by the ears, before the police got to you, instead of gaping at the ship, in spite of my calling you to get away, which as usual, you chose to ignore. I don’t care how you take this from me, Max, but I will keep on trying to knock some reason into you, every time I think it necessary. When I left our room yesterday, I was ready to ask Laurie to move me to another room. But then, with Isabel’s powers, we saw and heard you and Michael, and what you told him, about the way you felt about him, made me change my mind. -
- How was it I didn’t feel you were there? - Max said, blushing to think they had been there.
- You’re easy to block out, Max, but we can’t block out Michael. He knew we were there. And we knew it wouldn’t inhibit him in the least. You know it didn’t. -
- Liz…- Max pleaded, not sure what he was asking for or what to expect.
- Max, we’ve been through a lot together, and separate too, though not by my choice, and I think that anyway, there’s still a lot in store for us, better and worse, but if we stick together, you and I and all the others, we can survive anything, because we’re a team, we all are, especially you and Michael. There’s only one thing I just can’t bear, Max, and that’s injustice. I simply can’t cope with it, and it just tears me to think it has ruled Michael’s life as far as he can remember. I feel so bad about it and I want to stop at least what’s in our hands to do so. I still can’t help placing your healing connection with him in that category, but I’ve witnessed it, and at least you weren’t excessively cruel to him, and whatever pain you caused him, was to make him better. He expected it and accepted it, and the outcome was always positive in some way even when it wasn’t totally effective. What happened yesterday made you viciously cruel to him, you hurt him very much. I was watching everything, and even if I couldn’t feel it, cause Michael protects me by blocking out the actual pain from reaching me, I knew how much he was suffering. It was out of your control, and he chose to take it, to spare me, which makes me very grateful to him. I owe him my life and Maria’s too that day when we found Alex’s translation of your book, and of course, I owe you my life, which is what started this weird relationship between us all. I consider the best we can do, is not to dwell in the past, even if it was only yesterday, just remember it as experience, to make a better future for us. Our main worry now is the alien confrontation tonight that Michael has chosen to deal with. I accept his choice, but that doesn’t mean I’m not concerned about his safety. I feel him relaxed and trusting, maybe his instincts are right. We must trust him. Grandpa Dupree’s last abductions were made by your people, so we should expect them. - Liz observed.
- Yes, I’ve been thinking the same thing. I hope we’re right. Of course you know of his decision through your empathy with him, because as far as I know, he discussed it only with me and Isabel. You haven’t told anyone else, have you? - Max inquired.
- No, of course not, he doesn’t want them to know yet, and I respect his reasons. We know how Maria reacts, and it always turns out very negative. It’s his call. I think I better go now, I want to check on her because she is really trying to act cool, but I know her better and she might freak out any minute. No good. -
- Yes, ok. You’re right, go ahead, and let me know if you need any help I can be good at. -
- Just make sure Isabel is ok, she’s going through the same thing as Maria, though she is far more in control. You check her out and I’ll go check Maria, ok? -
- Sure, we’re a team now, right? - Max felt his confidence was coming back.
- Right Max, and we’ll be fine. - She leaned over and kissed his forehead before she left.
As Liz passed by Michael and Maria’s bedroom, she noticed the door was open and there was no one inside. She continued to her room and found Michael was still asleep and Maria was sitting beside him, rubbing his back and watching him sleep. Liz smiled and went to join Maria on the bed.
- Hey, chica! - Maria managed a fairly convincing smile. - How was the talk with “girlfriend” go? -
- Fine, it’s the second time I get a lot off my chest and he just listens with a resigned look on his face. Believe it or not, though he thinks I’m attacking him, it somehow brings us a little closer. Not enough yet, but we’re getting there. -
- Ok, spill…shit, no ice cream. Should I get some? -
- No Maria, not for me, I’m good. Well, I began by telling him…- and Liz proceeded to give Maria an accurate account of what she had thrown at Max, while Maria listened to her enthralled.
- Ok, now it’s your turn, I’m dying to hear about the whipped cream experience! - Liz gave Maria and eager and impatient look.
- Oh, Liz, I don’t know…I totally covered him in whipped cream and licked it off and out of him! - Maria giggled.
- Wow! Was there enough in the can? He’s a big boy! - Liz couldn’t help picture it.
- I mean where it counts! He loves to do this wild 69, you know? With him on top? He has a thing about being on top, guess it is because he was always under Hank…- Maria shook her head.
- Ewww, Maria, don’t even remind me of that pig! But I guess you’re right, that’s where he gets it from. I’m sure he’d let you get on top if you wanted. -
- Oh, but I don’t, honest, I love to have him over me, I feel so protected, the way he covers me with his body. And when we do that 69, I have all of him right in front of my eyes, and believe me, I wield a mean whipped cream can! Everywhere! And I mean everywhere! Even inside! - She nodded.
- Maria! What did you do to that boy? Jeez, you really take advantage of him! But then I guess he really likes it…-
- That he does! You can’t imagine, Liz! He is both a wild cat and a kitten in bed. Shit, Liz! I’m totally screwed! I don’t think I could be with anyone else after him. No one can fuck like he does, and no one would take the shit I do to him. - Maria had this strange look in her face and Liz knew she was beginning to think what could go wrong with that abduction issue they were planning to stay away from tonight. She decided she had better interrupt Maria’s train of thoughts for everyone’s benefit.
- Hey, Maria, when I left the room to go talk to Max, I thought Michael was waking up. - Liz reminded her.
- False alarm, baby, he went on sleeping after a couple of moans and squirms, so I decided to just watch him sleep, which I really love to do. I love the way he snuggles this way and then like, turning his face the other way, and he does this thing with his hips, mooning me, kind of like inviting me to play with him. He’s wicked, you know? He knows exactly what effect his stunts have on me. And even when he’s asleep he knows just how to turn me on. Damn him! -
- Oh poor Maria! He makes you do what you don’t want to, right? Go tell that to someone who’ll buy it! You’re just itching to touch him, huh? You can’t fool me, chica! - Liz mocked her.
- Oh yeah, poor innocent Lizzie, like she doesn’t feel like pouncing on the unsuspecting sleeping alien boy. And she never asked me she wanted to play nurse to him, and shove that thing up his ass. - Maria teased good naturedly with her best friend.
- C’mon Maria, it was for scientific reasons, I really want to be a doctor! - Liz said pouting.
- Sure, chica, and you know he would never deny you anything you wanted to practice on him, he’s so chum! - Maria kept teasing her.
- Great! So medicine it is! Max will also be a great doctor, he and Stuart will find ways to be able to use his healing powers in a justified way, arousing no suspicion. - Liz said enthusiastically.
- Yeah, so what else does he want to do to Michael? Doesn’t he have enough with his awesome “healing connection”? - Maria said somewhat bitter.
- C’mon, Maria, don’t be unfair to Max, this was inherited from his alien world, it’s not his fault what he originally did in his planet. He can’t help it now. - Liz defended Max.
- I don’t think he would want to change it, either, and I’m afraid neither does Michael, he’s already used to it. And you, Liz, the way you’re staring at him, it’s like you’d do anything to touch him, too. Oh my god, they’re turning us into perverts! - Maria was full drama mode as she stared at Liz.
- And you’re going to tell me you don’t like it? - Liz returned her stare.
A second later they were in each others’ arms laughing uncontrollably.
- Ok, chica, whatever you want, but I’m watching. I’m still the official girlfriend, you know? - Maria said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes, as Liz turned once again to Michael.
Max followed Liz out of the house until they were sitting on a little secluded patio out of hearing and sight of the rest of their friends. She sat on a deck chair and Max sat on another one, facing her.
- Look, Liz, first of all, I want you to know that I don’t remember anything about yesterday, I just know what happened because Michael told me…-
- That’s alright, anyway, it’s not the first time, and it wasn’t your fault. I understand it and I’m ok with it. -
- They what are we talking about? - Max asked her, puzzled.
- I want to talk about some Michael issues. - She said seriously.
- Liz, I behaved like an idiot yesterday and you want to talk about Michael issues? I don’t get it, oh ok, your empathy with Michael is really weird, and I have to admit it kind of freaks me out…-
- That’s not what I mean, it’s not about me, it’s about you. -
- I don’t have Michael issues, our relationship has no issues, as you put them, as far as we’re both concerned…-
- Let me be the judge of that, cause as usual, you’re seeing it from your point of view, and that only counts for you. -
- Liz, I don’t…-
- Max, I’m doing the talking here, ok? Ok. I remember you as a skinny scared kid, cowering behind your sister at first, and then behind Michael, all through elementary and your Freshman year. Then, when our Sophomore year began, I had 2, no, 3 surprises. The first one was that you had been working out like a nut all summer, and returned to school with some decent abs and you had grown a few inches, but Michael had too, and he still towered over you. - She noticed Max mouth give a slight twitch. - Oh, right, that’s kind of like your pet peeve, right? You always have to be more than Michael. Well, you won’t be taller than him, or look better than him, or be Royal like him, ok? So live with it! -
Liz was about to continue, when she noticed the funny way Max was looking at her.
- You don’t think I’m good looking? - He was pouting, disappointed.
- Max, Michael is handsome, ask any girl in school, you’re nice, as Alex was nice, and Stuart is nice…-
- Right, in a geeky way, huh? - He obviously didn’t like her answer.
- So what? I’m a geek too, to most of our classmates. - She accepted.
- You didn’t mention Kyle. - He reminded her.
- Well, Kyle’s kind of cute, in spite of his size, which is no problem to me…Stop leading me away from the subject! - She scolded.
- What subject? The imaginary issues you are hallucinating? - He exploded, rolling his eyes as she scoffed and continued, ignoring his outburst.
- The second surprise, was when you guys came into the Crashdown and Maria started teasing me again about your constant looks in my direction, and then the shooting happened and you saved my life. - She paused, locking eyes with him. - The third surprise, though it really was the first, chronologically, was that during summer, when you had been too busy gaining your few inches…- Max’s smug chuckle interrupted her. - That’s not what I mean…-
- But I do, and that’s something I’ve got on Michael…-
- Believe me Max, that’s not an advantage, but rather an intimidation, as far as a girl is concerned. What you really have on Michael is simply luck: a better home, better parents, better education. But the real essence of the person is what’s important, at least to me. You kicked me aside to be with Tess, and don’t give me that shit about her mind warping you, because I don’t buy it, at least not where it counts. You were mean to me, and when she killed Alex and I tried to find out the truth, I know you were itching to hit me more than once. Don’t deny it, Max, because you’d be making it worse by lying! Michael was there for us, for Maria and me, even if you tried to keep him away. He was there in Las Cruces when we went to find out about Leanna, and the translation of the book Alex had been doing, and he saved us from that alien bomb, or whatever it was, when we found the files. And where were you? Crying and throwing fits because you had got Tess pregnant! And then you were packed and ready to leave me, like forgotten garbage, with Tess’s typical lies about the baby’s wellbeing. You owe big to Michael, because if he hadn’t had the guts to stay for Maria, we would have never been able to tell you the truth of what had really happened. You would have had your head chopped off and Isabel would have hanged by the neck all over again the second you arrived at your planet. I shudder to think what would have happened to Michael if you had managed to drag him back too.
Dammit Max, I was on my third surprise! Well, during the summer, I, Parker the geek, was approached by Valenti the jock, and we dated for almost 3 months. That was a blow to my insecurity, but I didn’t want to be disappointed, because maybe it was just a summer thing and that was it. Then he started coming on to me when school started, but I was so grateful to you for saving my life, and to your trusting me with your secret of being an alien as well as your sister and Michael! Of all people! I was so in debt with you, that my confidence was boosted sky high, and I chose you over Kyle because I owed you big. As I started hanging out with you, I realized that by saving me, you had not only put yourself at risk, which was your choice, but also Isabel and Michael, and it was unfair to them. Then I also started noticing that like having 2 guys after me had given me the confidence and self esteem I had been lacking before, your abs and your extra height had done the same to you as well as the fact that you were now a Sophomore. You started treating Michael as if he were your slave, as if you owned him. You laughed at him and mocked him every time he tried to find out about your alien home, and criticized him every chance you had for it. He was right about the geodesic dome, but you didn’t give him any credit for it. I know Isabel told you a few times that you couldn’t treat Michael like that, he had enough abuse at home to get it from you, and at that time, you still thought he was your brother. When he tried to meet Topolsky by himself, to protect all of us, unfortunately Maria had to interfere, and I say unfortunately, because I have to live with the fact that our intervention got her killed. And you had the nerve to hit him when he was trying to explain! You were lucky Isabel stood in front of you because Michael would have beaten the hell out of you, and you deserved it. Topolsky chose him, because she knew he wouldn’t back down, and wouldn’t need a week to think about it, and chicken out in the end. Pierce chose you, to put you in the white room because he knew how easy it would be to break you down, and of course he got the orb from you like taking candy from a kid, after you had been at Michael’s ass unstopping for losing the orb to Valenti, and it was really because of us. I hate to think all the information we lost because we didn’t let Michael met Topolsky like he should have. She definitely knew a lot, and she wanted to help us. She told me so herself when she met me. Pierce knew that he would get nowhere with Michael, because he wouldn’t be intimidated by pain, and he would get nothing from him. If he tried the dead girlfriend trick, he knew Michael would go berserk and they would have to kill him before he blew everything up, himself included. So he went for the weakest link, and that was you. -
- You mean you think Isabel…-
- Is stronger than you think, Max. You behaved like her enemy when she wanted to get away, and when she decided to get married, yet she stood up to you and no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop her. Does that answer your question? What about the Air force girl and her father? Remember when Michael brought her to you to ask for your help? How you react? Yet Michael’s plan was what really saved the man’s life. Did you give him any credit for it? No, you took it. All your stunts, leaving Michael aside, only made things worse for all of you. Like not telling him about River Dog, that almost got him killed, going to L.A. alone after Langley, it couldn’t have gone worse, Langley would have reacted much better if you had gone with Michael. And the hold up, where you almost got me jailed for years. If you had gone with him, he would have dragged you away by the ears, before the police got to you, instead of gaping at the ship, in spite of my calling you to get away, which as usual, you chose to ignore. I don’t care how you take this from me, Max, but I will keep on trying to knock some reason into you, every time I think it necessary. When I left our room yesterday, I was ready to ask Laurie to move me to another room. But then, with Isabel’s powers, we saw and heard you and Michael, and what you told him, about the way you felt about him, made me change my mind. -
- How was it I didn’t feel you were there? - Max said, blushing to think they had been there.
- You’re easy to block out, Max, but we can’t block out Michael. He knew we were there. And we knew it wouldn’t inhibit him in the least. You know it didn’t. -
- Liz…- Max pleaded, not sure what he was asking for or what to expect.
- Max, we’ve been through a lot together, and separate too, though not by my choice, and I think that anyway, there’s still a lot in store for us, better and worse, but if we stick together, you and I and all the others, we can survive anything, because we’re a team, we all are, especially you and Michael. There’s only one thing I just can’t bear, Max, and that’s injustice. I simply can’t cope with it, and it just tears me to think it has ruled Michael’s life as far as he can remember. I feel so bad about it and I want to stop at least what’s in our hands to do so. I still can’t help placing your healing connection with him in that category, but I’ve witnessed it, and at least you weren’t excessively cruel to him, and whatever pain you caused him, was to make him better. He expected it and accepted it, and the outcome was always positive in some way even when it wasn’t totally effective. What happened yesterday made you viciously cruel to him, you hurt him very much. I was watching everything, and even if I couldn’t feel it, cause Michael protects me by blocking out the actual pain from reaching me, I knew how much he was suffering. It was out of your control, and he chose to take it, to spare me, which makes me very grateful to him. I owe him my life and Maria’s too that day when we found Alex’s translation of your book, and of course, I owe you my life, which is what started this weird relationship between us all. I consider the best we can do, is not to dwell in the past, even if it was only yesterday, just remember it as experience, to make a better future for us. Our main worry now is the alien confrontation tonight that Michael has chosen to deal with. I accept his choice, but that doesn’t mean I’m not concerned about his safety. I feel him relaxed and trusting, maybe his instincts are right. We must trust him. Grandpa Dupree’s last abductions were made by your people, so we should expect them. - Liz observed.
- Yes, I’ve been thinking the same thing. I hope we’re right. Of course you know of his decision through your empathy with him, because as far as I know, he discussed it only with me and Isabel. You haven’t told anyone else, have you? - Max inquired.
- No, of course not, he doesn’t want them to know yet, and I respect his reasons. We know how Maria reacts, and it always turns out very negative. It’s his call. I think I better go now, I want to check on her because she is really trying to act cool, but I know her better and she might freak out any minute. No good. -
- Yes, ok. You’re right, go ahead, and let me know if you need any help I can be good at. -
- Just make sure Isabel is ok, she’s going through the same thing as Maria, though she is far more in control. You check her out and I’ll go check Maria, ok? -
- Sure, we’re a team now, right? - Max felt his confidence was coming back.
- Right Max, and we’ll be fine. - She leaned over and kissed his forehead before she left.
As Liz passed by Michael and Maria’s bedroom, she noticed the door was open and there was no one inside. She continued to her room and found Michael was still asleep and Maria was sitting beside him, rubbing his back and watching him sleep. Liz smiled and went to join Maria on the bed.
- Hey, chica! - Maria managed a fairly convincing smile. - How was the talk with “girlfriend” go? -
- Fine, it’s the second time I get a lot off my chest and he just listens with a resigned look on his face. Believe it or not, though he thinks I’m attacking him, it somehow brings us a little closer. Not enough yet, but we’re getting there. -
- Ok, spill…shit, no ice cream. Should I get some? -
- No Maria, not for me, I’m good. Well, I began by telling him…- and Liz proceeded to give Maria an accurate account of what she had thrown at Max, while Maria listened to her enthralled.
- Ok, now it’s your turn, I’m dying to hear about the whipped cream experience! - Liz gave Maria and eager and impatient look.
- Oh, Liz, I don’t know…I totally covered him in whipped cream and licked it off and out of him! - Maria giggled.
- Wow! Was there enough in the can? He’s a big boy! - Liz couldn’t help picture it.
- I mean where it counts! He loves to do this wild 69, you know? With him on top? He has a thing about being on top, guess it is because he was always under Hank…- Maria shook her head.
- Ewww, Maria, don’t even remind me of that pig! But I guess you’re right, that’s where he gets it from. I’m sure he’d let you get on top if you wanted. -
- Oh, but I don’t, honest, I love to have him over me, I feel so protected, the way he covers me with his body. And when we do that 69, I have all of him right in front of my eyes, and believe me, I wield a mean whipped cream can! Everywhere! And I mean everywhere! Even inside! - She nodded.
- Maria! What did you do to that boy? Jeez, you really take advantage of him! But then I guess he really likes it…-
- That he does! You can’t imagine, Liz! He is both a wild cat and a kitten in bed. Shit, Liz! I’m totally screwed! I don’t think I could be with anyone else after him. No one can fuck like he does, and no one would take the shit I do to him. - Maria had this strange look in her face and Liz knew she was beginning to think what could go wrong with that abduction issue they were planning to stay away from tonight. She decided she had better interrupt Maria’s train of thoughts for everyone’s benefit.
- Hey, Maria, when I left the room to go talk to Max, I thought Michael was waking up. - Liz reminded her.
- False alarm, baby, he went on sleeping after a couple of moans and squirms, so I decided to just watch him sleep, which I really love to do. I love the way he snuggles this way and then like, turning his face the other way, and he does this thing with his hips, mooning me, kind of like inviting me to play with him. He’s wicked, you know? He knows exactly what effect his stunts have on me. And even when he’s asleep he knows just how to turn me on. Damn him! -
- Oh poor Maria! He makes you do what you don’t want to, right? Go tell that to someone who’ll buy it! You’re just itching to touch him, huh? You can’t fool me, chica! - Liz mocked her.
- Oh yeah, poor innocent Lizzie, like she doesn’t feel like pouncing on the unsuspecting sleeping alien boy. And she never asked me she wanted to play nurse to him, and shove that thing up his ass. - Maria teased good naturedly with her best friend.
- C’mon Maria, it was for scientific reasons, I really want to be a doctor! - Liz said pouting.
- Sure, chica, and you know he would never deny you anything you wanted to practice on him, he’s so chum! - Maria kept teasing her.
- Great! So medicine it is! Max will also be a great doctor, he and Stuart will find ways to be able to use his healing powers in a justified way, arousing no suspicion. - Liz said enthusiastically.
- Yeah, so what else does he want to do to Michael? Doesn’t he have enough with his awesome “healing connection”? - Maria said somewhat bitter.
- C’mon, Maria, don’t be unfair to Max, this was inherited from his alien world, it’s not his fault what he originally did in his planet. He can’t help it now. - Liz defended Max.
- I don’t think he would want to change it, either, and I’m afraid neither does Michael, he’s already used to it. And you, Liz, the way you’re staring at him, it’s like you’d do anything to touch him, too. Oh my god, they’re turning us into perverts! - Maria was full drama mode as she stared at Liz.
- And you’re going to tell me you don’t like it? - Liz returned her stare.
A second later they were in each others’ arms laughing uncontrollably.
- Ok, chica, whatever you want, but I’m watching. I’m still the official girlfriend, you know? - Maria said, wiping laughter tears from her eyes, as Liz turned once again to Michael.
ALIENS FULL TILT!