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THE GRANOLUST TRIBE'S ENTRY

Part 1 of 1

"Don't you understand? She's gone, Liz. It's over. And you're the only one I�ve ever loved."

"Uh huh! Only she was pregnant with your baby! How can you get over that so easily?"

"It just�happened. I�m sorry, Liz. I was irresponsible, but I can�t make the past go away." He looked at his shoes.

"Oh, yeah,� she sassed. �And now you�re asking me to pretend it never happened?"

Liz stared at Max resentfully over the service counter at the Crashdown Cafe. She was finishing her evening chores before closing down for the night, trying not to focus on his velvet-brown eyes that sought to fix hers with a look of gentle pleading and humiliation.

I'll be all right as long as he doesn't touch me, she thought. If he touches me, I'm a goner.

As if on cue, Max reached out and covered her hand with his. She blinked hard in response to the warmth of his skin and the layer of humidity between their bodies.

Damn.

One by one, her defenses fell by the wayside. "Why don't you come upstairs?" Liz asked. The words were catching on the lump in her throat. Her voice was almost at the breaking point, and she gulped hard. "I don't want to talk about it down here.�

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Outside and high in Roswell sky, the orange moon sat cradled in thin clouds somewhere over the desert, and the chirps of crickets were ushering in the warm nights of spring. For an instant, Liz remembered her first encounter with Max, in the autumn, and how different the air felt tonight compared to that night at the Crash Festival eighteen months ago. Those memories were soon replaced with the rush of emotions that those intervening months have brought. After all that, Liz wondered if it had been a mistake to come up to her rooftop hideaway.

Is it time to close the door on the past?

"I just don't know if I can forget." Liz hated how weak and uncertain her voice sounded. "So much has happened." There was a sob locked in her chest. She tried with all her might to keep it there.

"Liz, don�t tell me you don�t love me anymore�"

With that, Max turned around and hid his face in his sleeve. He was weeping. The shock released Liz from her trepidation and she gazed into Max�s eyes.

"Max -"

"I mean, I can understand if you don't. I just - I need to know." Tears were crawling down his cheeks and dropping onto his shirt.

"How can you ever think that?" Liz pleaded with disbelief. "Of course, I still love you. Nothing can change that. Nothing ever has."

Now I've done it, she confessed to herself, just before her mouth closed gently over his.

No, now I�ve done it.

His hands slid slowly down her spine. It was a new sensation to her, but she was still caught up on his past indiscretion.

That's right, Liz thought, dazed, he's done this before. Did he touch her like this?

She couldn�t shake the feeling that she was runner-up. She didn�t have the privilege of being the first, only the second. Tess had stolen that forever.

"The first time was supposed to be ours," Liz whispered. �She took that from us.�

Max brushed his fingertips against her cheek. �Liz�uh, I may have slept with Tess, but I�ve never made love to anybody before. Until tonight.�

Liz gasped as Max�s large, gentle hand slid gently down her shoulder to cup one small breast in his palm. Her nipple sprang up, and she could feel a sudden rush of sweet liquid between her thighs. Her body knew what it wanted, even as her mind mumbled a final incoherent protest.

The words that finally rang clear were borne from somewhere deep within her soul.

"Yes," she concluded, "yes, it can." She fitted her body more closely to his and felt he has ready to give himself to her. She prepared for the final surrender.

"I love you, Max. I love you."

Part 1

Max watched Liz walk across the Crashdown, mesmerized by the way her pert breasts, nipples erect from the caress of her silky red camisole, swayed with every step, beckoning him to touch, to taste. His breath grew harsher as he imagined the feel of that luxurious, shining hair cascading over his magnificently well maintained pectoral muscles. Liz reached his booth, a bowl of glistening strawberries in her hands. "Would you mind waiting in the back while I put these away?" she purred.

Once in the deserted kitchen, Liz quickly moved to caress the growing bulge through his tight jeans while feeding him a plump, ripe berry. The juice dribbled down his chin, but her tongue was there to catch it. Liz hopped up onto the counter, her eyes never leaving his face as she pulled her leather skirt up over the rounded globes of her ass, revealing her bare sex to his burning gaze. As Liz spread her legs, reveling in his desire, she slowly took one of the berries and placed it . . .

The alarm clock rang shrilly in her ear. "Nooo," Liz whined. Reality came flooding back to her as she slowly awoke. "Another dream about Max!"

On the other side of town, Max Evans bolted upright in his bed. "I've had that dream every night since Vegas!"

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Music blasted through the Crashdown as the lunch crowd filled the diner. Maria came barreling in through the back door. "Liz, chica, I'm . . . " Maria broke off as she twirled into Michael, who was chugging a glass of water. Liquid flew everywhere, plastering Michael's shirt to his rock solid abs, and turning Maria's top virtually transparent. For endless seconds, Maria and Michael stood still, unable to tear their eyes away from each other. Then, in a flurry of activity, Maria dashed into the restaurant with a mumbled comment, while Michael suddenly became fascinated with the operation of the fry machine. Neither would meet the other's eyes.

"I wonder what's going on with them," Liz thought. She shrugged, chalking it up to another of the zany couple's usual arguments. Liz found it hard to concentrate on anyone else's problems as Max entered. Their eyes locked, and Liz felt the power of their connection humming to her very soul. Images from her dream last night flashed through her mind, heat pooling between her thighs, until Tess grabbed Max�s arm and dragged him to a booth.

As Liz changed clothes after her shift, she reflected on the intense visions she had received, while Maria chattered in the background about Michael. �The strange thing was,� Liz mused, �it was as if I was receiving those images from Max - as if he had had the same dream!� But Liz dismissed the thought. She had to accept that Max was not her destiny, even if her heart cried out differently.

Suddenly, Maria�s words began to penetrate. �What did you say?� she asked sharply. Maria repeated, �I can barely look Michael in the eyes anymore after these dreams I�ve been having. I can�t even look at a bowl of jello after last night without wanting to go over and rip Michael�s clothes off!� Liz was stunned by the realization that Maria had also been experiencing strange erotic fantasies. The same type of dreams that the aliens had had last spring. Why would Maria and Liz both be having these orgasmic dream encounters if Max and Michael were destined to be with others?

Part 2

Little did Liz know that at night, Tess Harding prayed for her destruction. But now the time for thought was over. Tess sat in her room, writing the letter that would ensure that Max would finally be hers.

Tess imagined Max�s tongue darting around her erect nipples, flicking them lightly, and moving from side to side with reckless abandon, leaving them immersed in a sultry combination of sweat and saliva. She would run a hand along his pecs, like mountain peaks brought to a summit at his rock hard nipples, as large as silver dollars and just as valuable. Her quivers would tell him when she was ready for him to plunge his purple man-plow into her fertile ground. She would shiver with delight as she felt his milk course through her secret core, and thank him for making her a woman!

�Soon it will be over!� She thought to herself, grabbing the completed letter with fingernails painted red, the very color of the fires of hell!

TBC...

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