Roswell Fanatics

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Wayne



The Devil Inside


Chapter 11


Max finished tucking a very tired Toby into bed. The young boy was already fast asleep long before Max reached the part in the story where the young prince rescued the fair princess. Max watched his son sleep for a while before he placed the book down on the small table and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Night, Tobes," he whispered before turning out the light.


Max slowly trudged down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen where he took out a bottle of beer from his refrigerator. He slotted the cold bottle into the thermal sleeve and made his way out to the patio. Alone in the dark, he stared out across the valley, toward the lights of Roswell. He didn't notice the lights, however. His mind was already remembering the hot, wild sex with the young temptress whom he had found waiting for him in his bedroom. In all the time that Max had been with Stephanie, he had never had such abandoned, wanton sex. And neither had he ever had sex with her more than once on any given night. In fact, he could not remember a single time they had had sex at anytime except before going to sleep and anywhere except the bedroom.

Yet he had made love... No. That was not quite accurate. He had fucked Liz twice that Friday night, they had fucked twice more in the early hours of Saturday morning and they fucked one another at least three more times before lunchtime, all three times outdoors on his patio. Earlier, he had seriously doubted his ability to rise to the occasion tonight, even if she were to knock on his door stark naked. He had been wrong however, the aching in his groin testament to what the mere thought of what they had done together could do to him. He was really wishing he had that wildcat in bed with him again, tonight.


And with that thought, he couldn't help wondering if either Ben or Jerry was her boyfriend. His mind drifted to his recent conversation with Steve, and how Liz was certainly more experienced than he could ever have imagined.

"Just how experienced is she?" he asked out loud. "And where on earth did she learn all those things?"



"I wonder which lucky bastard took her virginity. I hope he was good for her." He took a swig of beer and stared at the bottle. "And why am I constantly thinking about her? Especially since I doubt she would ever want a repeat performance."

Max rose from his seat and started to walk toward the door. He could use the verb 'fuck' when he thought about last night all he wanted. In reality, to him, it was rapidly becoming 'love'. Even at it's wildest, it had a quality of care to it.

"Damn it!" he swore. "You have gone and fallen in love. And with a freaking teenager!"

He sure could pick 'em.


* * *


After her shift at the Crashdown, Liz, as she had promised, spent the evening with Tess, at her house, with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. Tess had decided that Banana Split was the appropriate flavor for tonight.

"So," Tess licked her spoon. "How was your first time?"

"God, Tess," Liz shook her head. "It was absolutely amazing. In fact, if you hadn't already told me how good it could be, I would have been seriously mad at you for keeping such a secret to yourself."

"That good, huh?" Tess smirked. "But you stayed all night? Did you do it again in the morning?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "And again. And again. Oh, and again and again."

"And again?" Tess widened her eyes.

"Definitely," Liz nodded.

"I've created a monster!" Tess's eyes widened. "Five times?"

"At least," Liz nodded. "Probably six, cause there was an again last night."

"So I take it you had an orgasm?"

With a mouthful of ice cream, Liz could only nod.

"How many did you have?" Tess pressed.

"God," Liz shook her head. "I lost count. Really. It was... God."

"Wow," Tess's eyes bulged. "Who would have guessed that you were after the original Don Juan. When you've finished with him, can I have a go?"

"Sorry," Liz smirked. "I think I'm going to keep this one for a while."

"Don't wear him out, Liz," Tess grinned. "You owe it to your honorary-sister to share."

"I think it's time I learned a little selfishness," Liz shook her head.

"So... what are the chances for a repeat performance?" Tess giggled.

"He asked me out tonight," Liz smiled. "But I think it might be a little too soon to do anything with him again. But yeah. I so cannot wait to see him again."

"What amazes me, Liz," Tess fell quiet, "is the fact that he basically treated you like a, like a... He basically just used you and you loved it."

"There was more to it than that, Tess," Liz sighed. "Yeah, he was rough with me, but in a gentle way. Even when he spanked me, he wasn't trying to hurt me. It felt like he was doing it 'cause he knew I liked it but still kept it... loving. God, he so knew what he was doing."

"Who would have thought someone at West Roswell would be as good as that?" Tess narrowed her eyes. "And where did he learn all this? That's what I want to know." She gave Liz a level look. "Wouldn't you have preferred the gentle treatment? The four poster, the candle light, the soft music...? You know, it being your first time."

"No way," Liz shook her head. "It was... God, Tess. It was amazing. It was... Just thinking about it is making me all hot."

"Eeew, Liz," Tess screwed up her nose. "You better not be getting... Eeew!"


* * *


Alone in her bed, Liz's mind started wandering. She might have been in her bedroom above the Crashdown, but in her mind, she was with Max, in his bed, with him being so... masterful with her. She couldn't help thinking about how alive he made her feel. Just thinking about him and their experience together was getting to her, although she seriously doubted that she could do anything about that. She might be soaking wet right now, but she also felt a little sore, a little tender. She had probably overdone it. And she wondered if maybe Max had spoiled her for other guys now. Not that it really mattered. Liz could not see herself with another guy, now. She had fallen for him. Hard.


* * *


As always when there is a four year old boy in the house, Max was up early. After loading Toby up with Golden Nuggets cereal, it was time to wear off the sugar rush with endless ball games, tag, hide and seek and the compulsory swim in the pool, complete with 'Deefer', the inflatable dolphin. Max was only too happy when Toby's favorite cartoon came on. It gave him the chance to get showered and dressed and inject himself with much needed caffeine. He couldn't help wondering if five-year-old boys were as big a handful as four-year-old boys.

"You wanna go to the Crashdown for lunch, Tobes?" Max called.

"'Kay," Toby nodded, although Max doubted that Toby truly heard him.

Liz, however, wasn't working that day, and as much as he wanted to, he knew that he had better not ask after her. The last thing he wanted to do was to raise suspicions about his interest in her.

When Toby took his afternoon nap, so too did Max. After dinner, Max read Toby a story and when his son was asleep, Max made his way down to the patio and again sat in the darkness, sipping on a beer. He couldn't help wondering who Liz was with that night.


* * *


It might have gratified Max to know that at that precise moment, Liz was on her own balcony, thinking about him. Well, about him, indirectly. Her mind was actually on the day's events, when she had spent her afternoon with the "Alumni" cheering squad. Although it was only a bit of fun, Isabel wanted them to be perfect.

"We want this to be a surprise," Isabel had told them.

So they put themselves through old routines, long ago abandoned in favor of the newer, more acrobatic routines. They still knew these old ones by heart so all five of them could easily adapt the dance moves for such a small squad. Liz, however, had been a little out of sorts.

"Come on, Liz!" Isabel had scolded her. "What's wrong with you? You're moving like an old woman!"

"Oh," Tess smirked. "You'll have to cut Liz a little slack today. She's still a little achy."

"Huh?" Isabel frowned. "Why? What's she been doing?"

"Oh," Tess shrugged. "Just exercising a group of muscles she's never exercised before."

"Oh," Isabel shook her head. Then she looked at Tess with widened eyes. "Oh?"

Tess just nodded, knowing Pam and Stacey had missed it. Liz however, could not help turning several shades of pink.

"Who?" Isabel asked silently.

"I have no idea," Tess shrugged. "She won't say."

"Like she can keep a secret from us for very long." Isabel smirked.

"Hey, I'm right here, you know," Liz complained.


* * *


Max hated Monday mornings like these. He would have hated any Monday morning that involved him taking Toby home to Stephanie, but after having had him for the week, it just seemed that much harder. Toby, too, seemed quieter that morning, although he was also excited about seeing his mother. Whatever Max thought about Stephanie, whatever misgivings he had about her new husband, Max had to admit that his ex-wife was a good mother. Toby was a happy, smart, well-balanced young boy.

He pulled up at the house, a mansion that dwarfed his own abode. He helped Toby from his car seat and collecting his luggage from the trunk, the two of them walked hand in hand toward the front door. They didn't have to knock. Dressed immaculately as always, Stephanie opened the door and rushed out to gather her son in her arms.

"Oh, Toby!" she squealed in a childish voice. "Mommy has missed you so much. Did mommy's little boy miss his mommy?"

"I missed you," he nodded, hugging her back.

Max suppressed a smirk, wondering how old Toby would be when she stopped that particular greeting. He had an image of Toby, aged 16 being greeted like that.

"Hi, Max," she stood up with Toby in her arms. "Did you enjoy having Toby for the week?"

"Always," he grinned, holding out his fist for Toby to touch his own smaller fist to it. "Any time, Steph. I love having him."

"Did you manage to get much work done?"

"Oh, yeah," Max nodded. "Toby's babysitter was great. She looked after him for a few hours after school and I managed to keep on top of things. She's really good with Toby."

"I stopped by the school after I dropped Toby off. You know, to get a look at her."

"Oh?" Max frowned.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I didn't want you to hire a slut or anything."

"Right," Max nodded, looking down at the floor. "Did, uh, did you get to talk to her?"

"No," Stephanie shook her head. "It was in the middle of the day, and she was with friends. But she looked like a really sweet little girl."

"Yeah," Max nearly choked. "Well, I have to go now. See ya, soon, Tobes."

"Bye bye, Daddy!" he waved. "Say good bye ta Liz for me."

"Will do. Bye, Steph."

"Bye, Max."

Max leaned forward and kissed his son, and returned to his car.


* * *


It had been a muted atmosphere at school all week, and it was only Wednesday. The jocks and the cheerleaders - at least, most of them - were all feeling a little deflated. There had been so much hype in the build up for the big game that everything now seemed somewhat of an anti-climax. The upcoming Senior Prom promised to be a complete wash out.

Liz had been feeling deflated, too. Not because of the game but because she had not seen, or heard from Max since Saturday afternoon. At first, she was a bit angry. Angry and hurt that he had not called. But then she remembered that he did not have her phone number, and she doubted that he would just call Isabel and ask her for it. Liz could just imagine the conversation.

"Hi, Iz. Can I get Liz's number?"

"Why do you need it?"

"Cause we had wild animal sex and I need to call her to arrange another session."

No. She had quickly worked out that it was up to her to call him. She had, after all, said that she would. Liz had stared at her phone for three hours on Monday night. And Tuesday night. But she didn't have the courage to press the buttons. She wasn't sure how he would react.

So here it was, Wednesday. The week was very nearly half over and she was desperately wishing she could find some of that courage she had found on Friday night.

When Tess sat beside her, and opened her lunch, she shook her head from her thoughts and joined in the conversation with her friend. And then, something amazing happened. Isabel joined them.

"What?" Isabel demanded as the two girls stared at her with open mouths. "So Alex is busy this lunch time. Band practice."

"So we're your reserves, huh?" Tess rolled her eyes.

"So did Alex ask you to the Prom?" Liz's eyes sparkled.

"Right after our first date," Isabel smirked. "You guys have your dates lined up?"

"I'm going with Derek Schwartz," Tess nodded. "I'm not dating him or anything but we get on alright and I know that he won't expect anything from me. And I certainly don't want to go to Prom thinking I have to put out."

"How about you, Liz?"

"No," Liz shook her head. "No date. I'm uh, I'm not going."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"What?" both girls asked at once.

"I'm not going to go stag..." Liz shook her head some more, "or is that doe? And I so do not want to be on the arm of someone I don't like, or worse, someone who thinks I'm going to put out for him and..."

"What about your mystery man?" Tess narrowed her eyes. "Why hasn't he invited you?"

"Uh," Liz started to blush. "I'd rather not talk about..."

"That little shit!" Tess exploded. "Tell us who he is, Liz. We'll fucking break his legs. No one treats our friend like that. Right, Iz?"

"Right," Isabel looked just as indignant.

"No, you guys," Liz reached out her hands to place them on the arms of her friends. "Don't, okay? Just... don't. It's complicated right now. Look, if it makes you feel better, I'll go stag. Just don't try to set me up with anyone and no pressuring me, okay?"


* * *


"Liz, wait up!" she heard called from down the hall.

"What do you want, Kyle," Liz neither turned around nor did she stop walking.

"Date," he shrugged as he fell in beside her. "Obviously. Look, we're all in a funk right now. I mean, Friday night was the worst night of our lives. And we need each other now. To get through this. And I just heard you don't have a date for Prom, so you and me..."

"Know what, Kyle?" Liz stopped and faced the jock. "It was just a game. Get over it. And for your information, Friday night was the best night of my life, ok? And I do not want to date you. Not now, not the Prom, not ever. Comprendes?"

"But..."

"That's where you are supposed to reply, 'comprendo'."


* * *


"Come, on!" Liz urged herself. "It's just a phone call. You could even just ask if Toby got home okay. Anything. Just call him!"

Liz was having confidence issues. Her chores were complete, there was no homework and her father was busy downstairs. He would never enter her room, once she had gone to bed. She was, in effect, all alone. But she could not find the courage.

"Shower," she told herself. "You always feel better after a shower. You can call him then."

It was more than a shower, however. She primped, she preened, she shaved her legs and under her arms. When she was finished with all of that, she moisturized herself all over. Anything, it seemed, to consume time.

"Dress up," she vacillated. "Something nice, remind yourself of Friday night. Maybe then you'll remember where the courage came from."

From her bottom drawer, she pulled out the small lacy black thong and matching bra that Tess had made her buy the other week. She then sprayed on some perfume and teased her hair so it had more body. She pulled on a very lacey black robe. Still, she could not pick up the phone.

"Candles," she smiled. "Light some candles. Maybe the mood will help give you courage."

The walls glowed with the flickering orange of the dancing candlelight. Music softly reverberated throughout the cozy room. The scene was most definitely set.

"Ok. Get yourself comfortable," she suggested.

She lay on her bed with her pillows bundled behind her to leave her sitting upright. With a worried frown, Liz reached out and lifted up her phone.

"All right," she told herself, taking a deep breath. "No more excuses. No more wimping out. You want this. You want him. You're not going to get another date with him unless you call him. So do it."

She pressed the number she had allocated him and waited.

"Hello?" Max answered.

"Hi, Max," she said in a soft and seductive voice.

Was that too much? She bit her lower lip.

There was a brief pause, then his voice. The voice that made her tremble with excitement.

"Hi, Liz. How are you?"

He sounded pleased to hear from her. His words entered her ears, went all the way through her body, down to her toes and then back up again, caressing every nerve on their journey. She immediately felt the effect as a rush of heat encompassed her skin.

"I'm, uh, I'm good," she nodded to herself.

"How..." there was a pause. "How did your date go the other night?"

"What date was that?" Liz frowned.

She hadn't been on a date since that fiasco with Brad. Surely, he didn't mean than one? How could he have known about that?

"Your, uh, double date. With your friend. And uh... was it Jerry? And Ben?"

"What?" Liz started to laugh. "Max, Ben and Jerry is a brand of Ice Cream. Me and Tess ate a tub of ice cream while we talked."

There was silence on the end of the line.

"I knew that," he lied, glad that she could not see how red he had become. "I just wondered how it went with your friend? So did, uh... did you tell her about us?"

"Would you be angry if I did?" she wondered.

"No," he replied with no hesitation. "But I have to wonder how everyone would react if they knew."

"I know," Liz nodded. "We should probably keep this secret, huh?"

What was 'this' she wondered. Was there more to 'this' than Friday night? She hoped so.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"In my bedroom, on my bed."

"Are you sitting up or laying down?"

"I am laying back against pillows," she replied.

"Satin, I presume?" he asked with a mocking tone.

"No," she giggled. "Cotton. Does that destroy your fantasy?"

"Of course," he sighed. "I've been dreaming about sneaking into your room all week."

"Have you?" her heart started pounding. "Really?"

"Really," he chuckled. "And I've always wanted to make love on satin sheets. So, what's your room like?"

"My bed is along one wall," she was looking around. "Across from the bed is my wardrobe."

"Where you keep all your hot clothes, right?"

"Right," she nodded. "And next to that is my dressing table where I keep all my pa... hot lingerie. And my makeup."

"Mmmmm."

"Are you getting off on this?" Liz tried to sound shocked but her giggle spoiled the effect.

"Would it bother you if I was?" he teased.

"Nah," she shook her head. "Next to my dressing table is the door to my private bathroom."

"Private bathroom, eh? Do you ever masturbate in there?"

"Max!"

"Hey! You said it didn't bother you."

"Oh, yeah," she nodded with a blush. "I did."

"So, do you?"

"Yes," her face burned even brighter.

"Thinking about me?"

"Maybe," Liz chuckled. "Want me to continue?"

"Please"

"The door to my room is to my left. It's at the end of a hallway so it's quite private. And yes, the door is locked. To my right is my window that opens out onto my balcony."

"Interesting," she could sense his smile. "Which direction does this balcony face?"

"Uh, east," she smiled. "I see the sun rise in the morning."

"Can you see the hills?"

"Sure," her head nodded.

"And my patio faces west," Max chuckled. "If I get a telescope, maybe I can look into your window."

"Maybe," Liz teased.

"What would I see you wearing?"

"A black lacey robe," she looked down at herself, pleased that she had dressed so provocatively.

"And underneath?"

"Black lace panties, a thong, actually and matching bra," Liz breathed slowly.

She heard him sigh heavily.

"Hmmm sexy, very sexy. Open your robe... expose your whole body to me."

"Ooo, okay," Liz nodded, as she lifted her shoulder to hold the phone to her ear.

She reached for her hands free headset and connected her phone up to it. She opened her robe, exposing herself to his eyes.

"Okay," she grinned. "I'm just in my underwear, now."

"Are you wet?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe," she smirked.

She was soaking!

"Check."

"Oh, I'm a little wet," Liz sighed with pleasure as she slipped a finger inside her panties and along her lips.

"Good," he sounded pleased. "Is there light in the room?"

"Just a few candles," Liz looked at their glow.

"Nice touch. Touch your mouth, your lips, lightly."

"Oh," Liz caressed her lip with the lightest of touches.

"Tingle?"

"Yes!" she laughed.

"Keep touching them. Trace lines across them with your fingertips... Pretend it's my lips touching yours. Touch your fingers to your tongue. Lick them. It's my tongue."

"Okay," she obeyed.

"Trace the line from your lips to just under your left ear. Make the tingles spread along the lines you trace."

"Ohhh... nice..." Liz shivered with pleasure. "I didn't know I could... "

"Trace back to the other side and then down your neck."

"Mmmm, this is nice..." she sighed. "Max? what are 'you' wearing?"

"A t-shirt," he told her. "Some shorts. My uh, body is beginning to tell me how much it wants you... how much I want you... I'm lying outside by the pool in a hammock."

"You're outside?" she wasn't sure why that surprised her.

"You know how private it is," he chuckled. "Lick your fingers again... I love that sound... I wish you were licking me. I'd love to have you tasting me right now."

"Yes... "

"Liz," his voice dropped an octave. "Take off your clothes. Tell me what you are doing."

A surge of pleasure welled through her. This was almost as exciting as making real love with him.

"I am going to get naked for you," she breathed in a seductive voice. Liz shrugged the robe from her shoulders. She took her hands and massaged both of her firm breasts. "My nipples are so hard" she told him. "They are longing to feel your tongue, your lips, your fingers... I am squeezing and caressing them. I'm now slowly reaching around and unclasping the bra. I am pulling it off and letting it drop to the floor beside my bed." Her breathing was getting more husky, lending an erotic quality to her voice. "My breasts, no, my firm, 'young' breasts are free. My hard nipples stand out firm, excited. I want to rub them." She could hear his breathing getting harder in the phone as she continued. "Do you want to touch my breasts? I bet you want to taste them, to suck them. I bet you are just dying to feel them in your mouth, aren't you?" Liz wondered how she had become so bold. She was so glad that Tess had been so colorful with her descriptions of her sex life, now.

Max just moaned.

"Well," she continued. "They want to feel your tongue and your lips. My nipples want to be pinched hard."

He groaned again.

"Am I making you hard?" she asked him.

"Oh, yes, baby," he growled.

"I am now slowly lowering my panties. Over the swells of my hips, down to uncover my mound and down each long tanned leg. I am not stopping; lower, lower, lower I push them. I lift my knees to my chest, to remove them entirely and toss them to the floor. I can feel the rush of cool air against the wetness of my excited pussy. Oh, god, Max... I am sooo wet! Are you touching your cock?"

"Yes," he replied. "I'm imagining you, tight and wet, wrapped around it instead of my hand."

"Mmmm," Liz purred. "Me too."


"Take your wet fingers and trace around your nipples. "

"Ohhh..." Liz complied.

"Those are my lips. My hungry lips gently tracing your nipples... wanting you desperately... Would you like me to make you come tonight? "

"God, yes!"

"Squeeze your nipples."

She responded with a deep breath.

"That's it... now harder... as hard as you can stand... "

"Oh, god," she moaned. "I want you."

"I want you, too, baby... now caress your breasts... Feel the tingles?

"Yes."

"Squeeze your breasts. Knead them like a loaf of bread..."

Liz was breathing heavily, now.

"Oh, god... "

"Now, use both hands and trace a line from each breast down to your pubic mound... use your fingernails... that's it. Keep the tingles happening... Now take your left hand and squeeze your right nipple... twist gently... with your right hand, trace a line from the inside of your knee to your wetness... feel the tingles?"

"Oh, god! Yes! Max!"

"Now trace a circle around your wet lips."

"Uhhhh... "

"That's it. Keep it soft... gentle... just gentle touching and tracing... now squeeze your left nipple while you keep tracing around your lips... Switch back and forth between them..."

"God, Max!" she panted. "What are you doing to me?"

"We are in a resort in... uh, Hawaii... it's our first day here, and we're both excited to be together finally. We are in a hot tub on our balcony overlooking the ocean at dusk. The sun is huge in the distance and colors the sky a bright red... my mouth is exploring yours as we connect in a very sensual way."

"Mmmmm..." she panted. "My new favorite place... "

"My favorite place is the one you're tracing with your right hand. Now stop tracing and cup yourself... Feel good?"

"Very..."

"Good... now lightly brush your hard little button... "

"Ohhhh..." Liz responded with a sharp intake of breath. "Nice..."

"Reach inside a little bit and bring the dampness up to your clit. Is she standing up for us now? "

"And applauding... " Liz nodded.

"I'm so hard for you right now. I want to be inside you, fucking you, right now. I'm moving my hand just a little bit to keep the feelings going. "

"I want you inside me..."

"God, me, too... put your middle finger as deep as it will go inside you... Pretend it's me."

"Yesssss... "

"Now put two fingers inside and move them gently back and forth, curl your fingers upwards and caress yourself."

"God, Max!" she panted. "This feels... this feels..."

"I know, babe, " he smiled. Thank god for Penthouse. "Breath, now. Good... now take your fingers out slowly and lift them to your lips... lightly caress your lips with your wetness... then taste... what does it taste like?"

"Spice... musk..."

"You taste wonderful, Liz... I can't wait to put my tongue inside you... again."

"Oh, god. I want that, too."

"Dip both fingers back inside you again... push deeply and curls those fingers... that's it... back and forth... breathe gently... "

"Sorry..." Liz panted. Her voice was high and she spoke only with a massive effort. She was on the verge of a mind numbing orgasm. "I'm just so ready... "

"Don't be sorry... and I'm ready, too... but it'll be better to wait... now take your fingers and find your G-spot... Do you know how to do that?"

"Oh my god... "

"That's it. Not too hard yet... that'll come later... I'm stroking myself right now... thinking about your lips all over it... "

"Mmmm...aaax...," she panted. "I need to come, now... "

"Trust me... let's go slowly. Have you ever felt like this before?"

"Only with you... Friday night... Max, please..." her voice was almost silent.

"Now gently trace circles around your button... then move to trace a circle around yourself... that's it... then back to your button... two fingers inside now... gently move in and out... make sure it's wet enough to be comfortable. "

"Oh it's wet enough... it's ready for your cock now."

"She just thinks she's ready," he scoffed.

"Please!"

"Take your time. Put two fingers inside now... cup your hand over your button... move your hand up and down so you're rubbing your G-spot lightly as well as rubbing your clit gently... We're still in that hot tub and I'm holding you against me... "

"Ughhhh."

"Breathe slowly, baby... I have you floating in the water now, your lips against mine... the sun is down now... we hear waves in the distance... "

"I can't wait any more..."

"I'm kissing your breasts now... holding you gently... squeeze your nipples for me... that's it... breathe slower now... don't try to come... now put your right hand back while you caress your breasts with your left..."

"Max...."

"Now... using those fingers of yours, push hard against your g-spot... then relax... now start to squeeze your fingers with your muscles... then relax... squeeze... relax... now, when you squeeze, push your g-spot... "

"Max...!" she wondered why her father wasn't beating down her door. How much noise must she be making?

"That's it... now relax... now squeeze and push... now relax... keep that up for a while... I'm almost coming without any friction... you have me soooo turned on... My kisses are more insistent now... my hand strays lower, tracing lines from your breasts to your heat... do that with your left hand... "

"Oh my god... "

"Breathe slowly, Baby... there's time... let it happen slowly... no rush... keep squeezing and pushing... "

"I'm gonna come... Oh... my... go-o-o-o-od"

"Me, too, Baby... oh god... Now squeeze and rub and push as hard as you want... "

"God, I can't... uhhhh... uhhhh.... uhhhh... " Liz started to come with a crashing orgasm.

"God, Liz!" Max groaned.

"Max!" she screamed. "Fuck me... "

"I'm all yours, baby," he sighed. "I'm all yours. And you're mine. "


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Hi everyone!

So sorry, but you will be pleased to know that everything is now on track.

Except for the fact that I am once again having problems posting It is now 21:51 and I have been trying to post for 2 hours! I have given up trying to edit part 11 to remove the banner (moderators, can you...?)

Thanks for all your wonderful comments and for keeping faith in me. I hope this part goes some way to reward you.

Oh, and I have been advised to put a warning with this chapter, so...


WARNING!!! Scenes of an EXTRA HOT nature

You have been warned




The Devil Inside



Chapter 12


Her alarm clock rang really early that Saturday morning. The red numbers showed that it was only six A.M. She couldn't help smiling to herself when she remembered that this time last week, she was teasing Max into making love to her again. Climbing from her bed, she crossed to her bathroom where she showered herself, ready for the day. After dressing in jeans and a white baby T, she packed her overnight bag for her trip. She placed the garment case that contained her dress over the top of her bag. She was attending Isabel's friend's wedding today, with Alex, as his 'non-date'. As well as her really lovely dress for tonight, she had packed a change of clothes for the journey home tomorrow. When she staggered downstairs, her father was already up, making her breakfast.

"Do you have a room booked?" he asked. "I don't want you stumbling around a strange town trying to find somewhere."

"Alex already made the arrangements," Liz nodded. "And don't look at me like that, Dad. Alex is just a friend. Besides which, he's dating Isabel. And yes, I have my own room."

It was seven when Alex arrived. He was driving his father's Lexus, entrusted to keep it, and the two of them, safe for this journey.

"Alex," Jeff warned. "I'm counting on you to protect my Lizzie from the wolves. Got it?"

"Dad," Liz rolled her eyes. "I can do that myself, you know. I've had plenty of practice with Kyle. And they don't come any more lupine than him."

Jeff dropped her bag and her case in the trunk while Liz climbed into the front seat, next to Alex. He waved from the sidewalk until he was out of sight.


* * *


Liz stared out of the window at nothing in particular as Alex turned west on highway 380. They remained silent while they were still in town.

"You okay?" he asked her as they left the city limits.

"Yeah," Liz nodded, turning to face him. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," he shrugged from behind the wheel. "You seem a little distracted, lately."

"I've been... busy," Liz turned and grinned out the window.

She wondered what Max was up to. She had called him on Thursday night, as well as last night, hoping for a repeat performance, but his phone had been switched off.

"I'm going to the Prom with Isabel," Alex broke the silence again.

"No surprise there," Liz turned to him and smiled. "This is getting pretty serious, huh?"

"Yeah," Alex nodded. "I think so. So, who are you going with?"

"Stag, actually," Liz shrugged. "There's no one I want to go with."

"Oh," Alex frowned. "I thought that you and Kyle..."

"Why did you think that?" Liz's smile faded.

"I don't know," he shook his head. "There's been a lot of sexual tension around you guys, lately. And that show you put on at Iz's party..."

"Was not for him, Alex," Liz rolled her eyes. "Yes. I was attracted to Kyle for a while, you know, for that whole dangerous, bad boy thing. But me and Kyle? Nuh uh." She shook her head. "So not going to happen."

"Who was your show for, then?"

"That, Alex, is between me, and him."

"So he knows it was for him?"

"Oh yes," she nodded. "He knows. Now."

"So... so, you've hooked up with someone?"

"Alex," Liz sighed. "It's a little too... personal at the moment, okay? We don't... I just... Alex? Can you give me a little leeway on this? I mean... we're not together, together, if you know what I mean, it's just..." she turned to look out of the window again. "Complicated."

"Sure," Alex nodded. "If you don't want to talk about it... I understand."

"Oh, don't sulk, Alex," Liz giggled. "It so doesn't suit you. Want me to drive for a while?"

"You can drive after we stop for a coffee or something," he nodded.


* * *


Alex pulled into the parking lot of the gorgeous Marriott Spring Hill Suites on Hickory Loop in Las Cruces. They looked across at the white building with the peppermint colored rooftops.

"Wow," Liz nodded. "This is such a lovely hotel."

"Like something from a fantasy," Alex nodded. "Pity it wasn't the Hilton. Maybe we would've seen Paris."

"Right," Liz rolled her eyes as she climbed from the car. "Do I have to carry my own case or are you going to be the gallant gentleman?"


Their single rooms were on the topmost floor of one of the annexes. They were some distance from the reception halls. Alex was panting heavily when he dropped Liz's bags outside the door to her room, next to his.

"It's not that heavy, Alex," Liz rolled her eyes. "You're such a wimp."

"It is so heavy," Alex rubbed his shoulder. "What have you got in there?"

"Nothing much," she shrugged. "Skimpy dress, skimpy undies..."

"T M I, Liz," Alex pressed his hands to his ears.

"We could have shared a room, you know," Liz opened her door. "I mean... you're hardly likely to be using yours, right?"

"Liz!" Alex gasped.

"What?" she laughed. "Don't tell me you two haven't..."

Alex gave a slow shake of his head while he started to blush.

"We have a while before we need to get ready.," he changed the subject. "I'm going to head down to the pool. Coming?"

"I think I'm just going to relax for a while, first," Liz shook her head. "Then I'll get ready."

"Okay," he nodded. "I'll knock on your door at two. Don't be late."

"Alex," Liz rolled her eyes. "Is Isabel ever on time?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Have any of your dates been on time?"

"Not a one," Alex shook his head again.

"So what makes you think I will?"

"'Cause you're Liz," Alex shrugged. "You always do what's expected of you."

"So you don't think I could surprise you?" Liz narrowed her eyes.

"Nah," Alex grinned. "See you at two."


* * *


"Come on, Liz!" Alex pounded on her door. "It's ten after two already! For crying out loud! The wedding is at three!"

"Nearly finished," Liz called from inside her room.

She would show him! Besides, if the wedding ceremony was taking place in the hotel garden, which was only a ten minute walk from their room, what was his rush? Isabel would not even get there before three. So, just because of what he had said, earlier, she would make him wait. Yes, she had been ready since just before two, but there was a principle at stake. Finally, at twenty after, she decided to put him out of his mystery. She finally stepped out from her room.

"Wow!" Alex nodded appreciatively, his eyes passing up and down over her.

Her dress was lilac silk. It was strapless and dipped low to her back. A lace bolero jacket covered her shoulders. Although not a mini-dress, it was a few inches above her knees. A pair of lilac, high-heeled shoes completed her ensemble.

"Thank you," she smiled at him. "Do I look okay?"

"Are you kidding?" his eyes widened. "Liz, you look stunning. The guys are going to be fighting over you."

"I hope not," Liz shook her head. "I wouldn't want to embarrass Isabel. Or her friend."

"Maybe we can find someone to look after you, then," he smiled. He offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she grinned, placing her hand over his arm. "You don't think it's too short, do you?"

"It's fine," he rolled his eyes. "Now stop worrying. And if you ask me if it makes your bum look big, I'll... I'll..."

"You know what, Alex?" Liz looked skyward. "You need to learn to quit while you're ahead."


Alex escorted Liz out into the garden, which had been decorated for a wedding. Seats arranged in rows had all been laced together with ribbons and flowers. At the rear of the seats was a small tent, which would undoubtedly hide the bride, when she arrived.

"Isabel says we should sit on the groom's side," Alex told her. "She said she feels closer to him, for some reason."

"Is that jealousy, I hear?" Liz smirked.

"What?" Alex hid his indignation badly. "No."

They slid along the row of seats and sat down, roughly in the middle. Alex promptly turned himself so that he could keep his eyes on the tent, where Isabel would appear in her bridesmaid dress any time now. Liz started to look around, curious to see who was there. From the back, that couple up front look just like Mr. and Mrs. Evans. But then, if this was a friend of Isabel's, why wouldn't they come to see their daughter? Then, she caught sight of another familiar figure.

Max!

Liz's eyes widened in shock. Max was standing at the altar.

WHAT?

Max was standing at the altar?

"Liz?"

Isabel was a bridesmaid. Max was at the Alter. Isabel feels closer to the groom. There was a throbbing in her head. Max was getting married? Her heart started to pound. She started to hyperventilate. She had to get out of here.

"Liz!" Alex called her again. "Are you okay?"

"What?" she blinked.

"Liz, are you okay? You kind of spaced out there."

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded, her eyes again moving to the altar.

Then, she realized. Max was standing to the right of another man. Another man who was looking extremely worried. She realized that it wasn't Max getting married after all, it was his friend.

"Yeah," she repeated, breathing easier. "I'm fine, Alex. Just fine. Just a mild panic attack is all. I mean, it's not like I know anyone here, and thinking how I'll probably have to fend for myself around all these strangers..." Her eyes were fixed on Max.

"Oh, right," he nodded. "But you know Max, right?" he nodded at Max up at the altar. "It's his friend who's getting married. To Maria. Did you ever meet them?"

"No," Liz shook her head. "But sure, I know Max."

"Oh, cool," Alex grinned. "I'll ask him to look after you."

Liz could have kissed Alex.


* * *


Her eyes hadn't left him for a moment. While he was saying something to Michael, his eyes swept the audience. Their eyes met at once. She saw them as they widened in surprise and Liz could have sworn that they momentarily darkened.

"Hello," he mouthed in her direction, followed by a smile that said only too clearly that he was pleased to see her there.

"Hi," she silently smiled back with a smile of her own.

She followed this up with a little wave, only her finger tips. She checked to see if Alex had seen any of these interactions but he was again looking over his shoulder, watching for Isabel's entrance. Thankfully, he had missed it all.

In all her life, Liz could never remember a wedding service that went by as fast as that one had. All the way through, Max had kept stealing glances at her, while she could not take her eyes off of him. How hot did he look in that tux? Through it all, Liz imagined herself in a white dress, standing at his side, where Michael and Maria where currently standing.


* * *


The ceremony passed without incident and after the photographers has taken all the pictures and shot all the videotape that they could, the wedding moved into one of the hotel's function suites. A long table had been placed across one end of the room while others tables were dotted like islands of lace and china on a still ocean. A display board had the seating plan pinned up on it.

"God, I hope we're not on table nine," Alex scanned the list for their names.

"Table nine?" Liz frowned.

"Yeah," he nodded. "You know, like in the Wedding Singer? Love Stinks!"

"Oh," Liz rolled her eyes. "I doubt they would place you on table nine, Alex."

"What about you?"

"Me?" she giggled, shaking her head. "On table nine?"

Liz and Alex found their table quite close to the top one. Isabel glanced over and after mouthing the word 'hi' to Liz started a staring competition with Alex. Liz rolled her eyes and looked for Max. While he did acknowledge her with a smile, he was too busy talking with the bride and groom. She did catch him stealing quick glances in her direction, though.

With a sigh, she looked at the other occupants of their table. Couples, for the most part, there was another guy there who was sitting next to a small girl way too young to be his date. And he seemed to be staring rather hard at her. It made her feel a little uncomfortable. At some point between the meal and the speeches, he had managed to place himself in the seat next to her.

"So how do you know my cousin?" he asked both Alex and Liz.

"We're good friends with the bridesmaid," Alex grinned, turning to look at her. He also caught the young man looking at her. "I'm, uh, dating her," he added, quickly.

"Cool," his eyes lit up. He focused his entire attention on Liz. "So you're single, too, huh? My name's Sean. Sean DeLuca."

"Liz," Liz nodded. "But I'm not single. Just helping out my friend, here."

"But your partner's not here," he winked.

Liz wasn't sure how she should answer that. If she said that he was, Alex might start to get too inquisitive, although there was always the possibility that he might naturally assume she had said that only to deter the young man. However, Alex might wonder why she was not interested in this Sean when technically, she was on her own.

"Look, Sean," she gave him a cool smile. "I'm sure you're a nice guy, okay? But I'm really not interested in 'hooking up' or whatever it is you have in mind."

"Jeez, okay," he turned away with a look of disappointment. "No need to get your panties in a twist." His voice dropped low but Liz clearly heard him mutter "Frigid bitch."


Liz hardly heard anything during the speeches. Once she had heard Max talking, her mind was carried away by the tone of his sexy voice. It was burning straight through her.

"Yeah," Alex whispered in her ear, dragging her back from the Hawaiian beach where Max was making hot, passionate love to her. "Speeches always bore me, too."

"Huh?" Liz blinked.

"You looked like you were miles away," Alex smirked.

"I was," Liz smiled. "Three thousand miles away."

"Huh?" Alex blinked.


"After the tables have been cleared away," Max announced from his seat at the head table, "there will, of course, be dancing and for those of you old enough and with ID to prove it, the bar is open."

A band started to play soft music in the background. Catering staff arrived to clear away the tables while many of the guests made for the bar.

"Excuse me," Alex nodded at the bridesmaids before he left Liz and immediately made his way to Isabel.

Seconds later, Max appeared in Alex's seat.

"Hi," he smiled at her, his fingers lightly brushing her arm.

"Don't waste your time, pal," Sean leaned over and sneered, disrupting Liz's smile at Max. "She ain't interested."

Max blinked a few times as he watched Sean get up and make his way to the bar. He then looked at Liz, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"He doesn't take rejection very well," Liz answered his unasked question.

"Oh," Max shrugged. He started to smile again. "But I'm so glad to see you here."

"You are?" Liz was surprised.

"Sure," he nodded. "Would you like to dance?"

"You sure it's okay?"

"Why not? It's a wedding, I know you... You're a friend of my sisters... Why not?"

"Then I would love to dance with you, Mr. Evans."

The band was playing a gentle rock number so Max and Liz moved to the rhythm.

"You're a great dancer," he smiled at her.

"Thank you," she blushed.

He leaned closer to her, so that no one would hear him.

"If I could have thought of anyway to invite you, myself, I would have," he told her. "So how is it you got invited?"

"Alex brought me," Liz grinned.

"Alex?" Max frowned. "Isn't he dating Iz?"

"Yeah, but she told him to bring a friend to keep him company while she was busy bridesmaiding. She didn't want him to feel lonely."

"Remind me to buy her a big present," Max smirked. "Where are you staying?"

"Here," Liz smirked. "Upstairs."

"Are you... are you sharing?"

"No," Liz shook her head. "I have my own room."

"Good to know," Max nodded. "That's a lovely dress. You look gorgeous."

"Thank you," she blushed again. "But I expect it's the fact that I'm not wearing a bra that makes it look better for you, huh?"

"Of course," Max gave her a look of lust. "But are you wearing panties?"

"What?" Liz blinked.

"I said..."

"I heard what you said, Max," Liz shook her head.

"Well?" he urged. "Are you?"

"Of course I am."

"Then I'm going to have to spank you for that."

"Max!" Liz sounded shocked.

"Hey, you said you were my naughty girl, remember? I want them."

"Excuse me?" Liz blinked again.

"Take them off."

"What? Now?" She looked around and swallowed. Her heart rate increased. "Here?"

"Would you take them off here if I made you?"

"NO!" she blushed. "No. I..."

"You would, wouldn't you?" Max grinned. "You are such a bad little girl. Now show me how bad you are. Go to the ladies' room and take off your panties. Then come back and give them to me."

Max's heart was racing as he watched Liz make her way through the crowd to the ladies' room. He could hardly believe that he had just asked an eighteen year old girl to take off her panties at a wedding reception, and that she had agreed. When had he become so daring? So bold? Where had all this come from?


* * *


Liz spent the rest of the evening in Max's company, wearing only her dress and her shoes. She was positive that everyone knew that she was totally naked underneath.

"God, what would Alex say?" she groaned. "What would Isabel say?"

Was that her imagination, or were both Michael and Maria giving her funny looks.

"They know," she started to burn red. "They know that I'm a slut. Oh, god! They know that I'm Max's slut."

But all evening, Max had behaved impeccably, as though she really were just his sister's friend and that he was simply keeping the wolves from her.


Michael and Maria, now Mr. and Mrs. Guerin, finally departed for their honeymoon at La Jolla, a wedding present from Max. The guests started to leave so Max, as best man was on hand to say good bye.

"Wait for me by the elevators," he whispered into her ear as he went to say goodnight to his Mom and Dad, who were not staying overnight.

Liz was glad that Alex and Isabel had long since disappeared. No one else even thought to question why she was waiting there, by the elevators that did not lead to the annex where her room was. Feeling a little vulnerable on her own, she was nevertheless, shivering with anticipation. Max was going to take her to his room where she knew they would be making love. Liz hoped it would be as good as it had been last week. At last, his duties complete, Max was with her again. His eyes darkened with lust when he took her arm and led her into the elevator.

"God, Max!" she cried out as he pulled her into a tight and fierce embrace. The doors had barely closed before their lips were locked.


Kissing passionately, Max's hands were all over her. One moment, they were cupping her breast, pinching her nipple, and the next, they were cupping the bare globes of her backside. She responded by pressing the soft parts of her body against the hard parts of his. He pressed back. Liz just knew that her dress was getting as wet as she was. His hands found her catch, the button that held her dress together. She felt it pop open. The zipper, encouraged by Max's fingers, started to descend. So too did her dress. It pooled at her feet. Her eyes widened, right in the middle of their kiss. Liz could hardly believe that she was naked, in an elevator, making out rather heavily with a very handsome older man. She fervently hoped that no one was checking the security cameras just now. When the elevator came to a stop, Liz squeaked. She felt relieved when the doors slid open to reveal that no one was there.

"My floor," Maz gasped, easing himself from their embrace.

He reached down and picked up her dress, laying it over his shoulder like a flag captured in the heat of battle. Max reached out, took her hand and lead her out of the elevator and along the corridor. Liz's mind went numb as she mutely followed, scurrying to keep up with his longer strides, still naked but for her shoes.

"What if someone comes out?" Liz whispered.

"I'm not sharing," Max shook his head with a smirk, "They can find their own naughty girl."

Liz could not believe how turned on she felt right now, especially as Max's hand was caressing her backside, slipping in between her cheeks and teasing her wet folds. She kept her face pressed into his side, not wanting any security guard to see her face. Although she wanted to die of embarrassment, she was also ready to explode into an orgasm; she was waiting for that final touch. A touch Max provided when he stopped outside of a bedroom door. Liz couldn't help screaming as she erupted. Max slid his card through the lock and the pair tumbled inside, safe from any prying eyes that her cry might have summoned.


* * *


Inside the bedroom, still in a daze from her orgasm, Liz found Max towering over her. Pressing her against the door. His lips met hers. While their lips danced together, passionately, furiously, his fingers danced over her wet lips, drawing a circle around her hard button. She lifted a leg up to Max's hip to give him easier access. As he pressed harder into her, her whimpers grew into cries of ecstasy.

"Coming!" she squealed as he drove her toward another mind blowing orgasm. "Oh, god Max! I'm coming!"

Still panting, Liz was trying to gather her senses. It was an incredible rush, everything was happening to her so fast. This incredible man was taking her places she had never dreamed of going. Max lowered her leg and she watched in a daze as he unfastened his pants and let them drop to his ankles. In one easy move, he reached under her thighs and lifted her up. His erection met no resistance as it found entry into her hot, wet core. He pounded into her hard, fast and furiously against the door. Liz just clung to his neck, yelling his name, demanding that he fuck her, as she enjoyed the ride. They came together in a crashing climax.


Trying to catch their breath, Max had Liz pinned against the door, still buried inside her. She pushed his jacket over his shoulders and started to pull his buttons apart. His naked flesh exposed to her, Liz started to attack his shoulders with her mouth, leaving pale red marks that showed her ownership of him.

Meanwhile, Max used his toes to push his alternate shoes off and then pulled his feet free from his pants. Holding her tightly, he crossed the room to his bed. She gave out a squeal as he dropped her onto it. Already, she had opened her thighs, showing him her inviting charms. Wasting no time, Max finished undressing and was on top of her. He started to kiss her as he entered her again. Once more, they came together.


"Wow," Liz finally muttered after they had lain in one another's arms for a moment while they captured their breaths. "That was..." Her words failed her.

Max couldn't help his secret grin. He was pleasing her, satisfying her. How strange was that, he wondered? Here he was, nearly ten years her senior, and he was worried that he was not experienced enough for an eighteen year old. Maybe, just maybe, this might lead to a longer relationship. Even if it was only until she left for college.


"Do you mind if I have a shower?" Liz nuzzled her face into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

"Do you mind if I have one with you?" his hand was caressing her shoulder.

"Only if you promise to scrub my front," she giggled. "Like last time. 'Cause I know how much you enjoy doing that."

"Yeah," Max smirked. "I think I can do that."


* * *


Max took the small bar of hotel soap from the tray and lathered up his hands. He began soaping Liz, slowly, starting with her neck, moving his way down her chest to her breasts. He took his time, continuing to lather them long after it was necessary, teasing and scraping her hard little nipples. Pink islands in a sea of white foam. She moaned softly, leaning in to his touch.

Then she gently pushed his hands away and took the soap for herself. She repeated the process on him, soaping up his neck, down to his chest. Sometimes, she used her soap-covered breasts to do the work for her. Liz continued on, soaping his stomach, down to his pelvis, before finally wrapping her soapy fingers around his hard erection.

"Is this for me?" she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You know it is," Max grinned.

She stood up again and they kissed tenderly. Their wet, soap covered bodies pressed tightly together as she continued to stroke him, while he ran his hands down her back to the soft swell of her backside. The kiss grew more heated as their arousal started to grow. It didn't take long before they were grinding into each other once more.

The kiss broke slowly, but they kept themselves pressed tightly together. Max reached and found the bar of soap, and taking it, slowly ran it over the skin of her back, from the nape of her neck to the crease of her buttocks. At the same time, he began to nibble on her ear. Once he was finished with her back, he put the bar of soap down and ran his hand between her legs, making sure to get her completely clean.

Liz moaned even louder as his fingers began to work the soaking lips, and then her hard little button. Her grip on his erection tightened, and she began stroking him faster. They kissed again, this time harder, with more urgency. She let go of him and reached over his shoulder, pulling the showerhead free from its holder. Breaking apart and removing his hand, she dropped to her knees.

Holding his manhood gently on her palm, she took her time rinsing him off, from his neck, all the way down. When she was sure all the soap was gone, Liz looked up into Max's eyes and took him into her mouth. A groan escaped his lips as he slumped back slightly against the shower wall, feeling her work him over. She knew he liked it.

Max placed his hand gently on the back of her head, guiding her slightly, but she started to slow down a little, wanting to prolong their fun. He didn't want it to end, yet, either, so he pulled back from her and helped her to stand back up.

They moved together again, their bodies pressed tightly together as they kissed. He maneuvered his hips until his hardness slid between her legs. Their hips began grinding and Liz moaned as his shaft ran across her lips, teasing her. She began squirming, trying to get into a position where he could enter her, but whenever she got close, Max pulled away, teasing her.

When he thought she couldn't take much more, Max eased back and gently pressed her against the shower wall. Sliding to his knees, he picked up the shower head and brought it to her core. Liz moaned as the spray cleaned her of any excess soap, then moaned louder as he replaced the water with his tongue. He licked her outer lips gently, teasing her, feeling her body quiver from his attentions.

Becoming more insistent, her hand found the back of his head and pressed his face into her. His tongue found her clitoris, and he flicked at it lightly. Liz's hand pressed his head even harder, and his tongue became more insistent, lashing at her, then pressing hard and grinding. He could tell how much she loved it when he did this, and soon her hips were grinding erratically, and her moans were becoming louder, echoing in the closed in space.

Gently, Max slid a finger insider her, then a second, as he kept working her button over with his tongue. His fingers began probing gently, searching out the spot he knew would set her off. She was completely slumped against the shower wall now, hips gyrating, and he knew it wouldn't be long until his efforts were rewarded.

Max found the spot he was looking for, he could tell from the way her hips suddenly changed their motion. He began to massage it with his fingers, while once again pressing his tongue hard against her clit, grinding it. Liz began to shudder and shake, her hand now pressing him into her harder than before.

Finally, Liz let out a loud yell as Max brought her to another climax. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, and her entire body pressed down against him. He used his other hand to brace her as she came. Finally, with a shudder, she relaxed, and when he removed his hands, she slumped down with him on the floor of the shower.

They embraced tenderly, her head resting on his shoulder. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as he gently caressed her back. As her senses returned, Liz could feel his hard cock poking at her. She took it into her hand, looked at him and grinned.

"Someone still wants to play."

He just smiled as she began stroking him, and they kissed. Before long, she was starting to get worked up again. His hand has stroking the underside of her breast, his fingers occasionally moving up to lightly pinch her nipple. Liz released him, broke their kiss and then stood up.

"Come up here and fuck me," she begged.

Max wasted no time in rising, and soon Liz was bent at the waist, holding the safety bar. He moved behind her, ran his erection up her thigh and between her legs. He stroked her wet lips with his shaft, teasing her before she gave in. Liz reached down and placed him at her entrance. Max entered her in one long, slow push. She pushed back into him, and they both groaned as he filled her.

He let Liz set the pace and she began slowly rocking back and forth onto him. Max could feel her muscles gripping and squeezing him every time she started to pull away. Before long she started moving faster and his own hips started moving into her. He held her waist in his hands, and soon they had a steady rhythm going, Liz moving forward, then him pulling her back onto him.

"Mmmm, fuck me harder," she gasped. "I love the feel of your cock pounding into me."

"You are so tight," Max groaned in reply. "I can feel your muscles trying to milk me."

They were starting to work themselves into a frenzy, but Max decided he wanted to see her face when she came, to look into her eyes. He pulled out, and before she could protest, turned her around. He pushed Liz against the wall and she got the idea, lifting a leg to give him easier access. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he entered her again, and wrapped her leg around his waist. As he thrust up and into her, they kissed passionately.

Every time he thrust, she would slam into the shower wall behind her, and the sound echoed throughout the bathroom. Soon she had both legs wrapped around his waist, and he was holding her up, pinned to the wall, while she slid herself up and down on him with her thighs. She could tell he was getting close and started to encourage him.

"Oh, yes! Come on Max, I want to feel you come inside me."

Liz hoped it drove him crazy when she talked like that. She liked being his bad girl. She put her head right next to his ear and started riding him faster.

"Your big cock feels so good deep inside me."

Max could feel himself getting close, and held her even tighter. His motions were becoming more erratic and she could tell it wouldn't be more than a few more seconds.

"God, that feels good," she whined. "Fill me, Max! Fill me up!"

Max's groin tightened and his brain felt like it was imploding. Liz had stopped talking and was moaning louder now. He could tell she was about to orgasm. Max turned his head and kissed her hard as he felt his own climax upon him. They exploded together.


Liz's legs clamped hard around him and she moaned into his mouth. Her wet core went into overdrive, trying to milk each drop from him. They shuddered into each other, maintaining the kiss as they both felt simultaneous release. As they started to come down from the high, he slid to the floor of the tub, bringing her down with him.

Max sat with his back against the side of the shower cubicle, Liz sitting in his lap as he shrank and slipped out of her. She mumbled her disappointment at the withdrawal and held onto him even tighter. He kissed her neck softly and stroked her hair. They held each other close, feeling the spray from the shower head laying next to them soak their bodies.

Eventually, they separated and stood. Max picked up the shower head and rinsed her clean. Liz returned the favor and they cuddled and kissed softly after she had returned it to it's rack. He shut off the water, and they both stepped from the shower. Looking down, Liz noticed that Max had already started to grow half hard again.

"Hmmm," she grinned. "Let's get to bed."

She took his cock in her hand and led him by it back into the bedroom. Still wet, they climbed onto the bed.

"Something tells me we won't be getting much sleep," Max's slapped her backside, leaving a red handprint.


* * *

Sorry for the delay, but today happens to have been a big day for me.

Thanks so much for your feedback and I am glad you are enjoying the story. I hope you are starting to sense that slowly, the relationship is becoming more than sex for these two.

Because it's late and I still have a cold beer waiting for me, I will get back to indicidual feedback next week.

A big hello to all the new readers!






The Devil Inside

Chapter 13


Some time after they had finally exhausted themselves, Max retrieved two bottles of water from the mini bar. He and Liz sipped from the bottles in silence, both of them sated by their sex-athon. He noticed that Liz was starting to fall asleep.

"I'll put these away," Max gently took the bottle from Liz's fingers and went to the small refrigerator to replace them.

By the time he got back to the bed, Liz was already asleep, laying on her side. He stood over her, watching her, studying her. His eyes lingered over her face and the soft smile that was on her lips. His heart was racing. She was so beautiful. With a small smile of his own, Max climbed into bed next to her and curled himself around her, holding her body to his, like a pair of spoons. Max slipped his arm underneath the crook of her neck and took her extended hand in his. His other arm reached over her and cupped the underside of her breast, holding her gently, softly. Liz purred in her sleep and snuggled herself back against him. Max smiled again and kissed her shoulder.

"Why do I fall in love with the wrong girls?" he asked himself in a whisper while he shook his head. "She's going to break my heart way more than Stephanie ever did. Why couldn't she be like, four or five years older and have already graduated college and not about to graduate from high school?"


* * *


A ringing sound woke them up. To Liz, it seemed that she had only just fallen asleep. She had no idea how long they had been up, pleasing one another, but the sound of the phone ringing was most unwelcome.

"Hello?" Max's voice sounded far away. "Uh, okay. Thanks."

He replaced the handset and rolled over onto his back.

"Sorry," he turned his head to smile at Liz.

She had rolled over onto her side, facing him.

"I forgot about that alarm call," his eyes moved to her breasts. "I had originally planned to get away early, today."

"And now?" she raised her eyebrows, aware that her nipples were responding to him looking at her.

"Now?" he frowned, looking back at her face.

"Yeah. Did you want to still get away early?"

"No," he shook his head with a smile. "Now I want to spend the rest of the day here with you."

"Uh huh," she smirked. "Doing what?"

"Whatever I want," Max shrugged.

"Suppose I don't let you," Liz cocked a single eyebrow.

"Then," Max chuckled, "I'll spank you until you relent. Besides. I happen to know that you are way too much of a bad girl to say no. You love it as much as I do."

"So," she started to grin. "Now that we're awake, what do you plan on doing?"

Max's mind went blank. He was desperately trying to think of something new to try, something to help maintain the fiction that he was so worldly.

"Although," Liz interrupted his thoughts. "I know what I want to do."

"Oh?" It was Max's turn to cock an eyebrow.

"Oh, is right," Liz grinned, rolling so that she could straddle his body.

Liz's thigh went over his waist, allowing her to sit on him. Her wet core pressed down against his hardness. Liz leaned down and kissed him. Max gave a contended moan, mirroring Liz's own. Staying where she was, she started to kiss down his chin, and then his neck, and then lifting herself away, slightly, she started to kiss his collarbone.

With strong arms, he reached out and pressed his hands against her hips, using them to pull her back onto himself. She was again straddling him, his erection trapped between her legs while they adjusted their bodies. Liz gave off another soft moan as his hard organ teased her.

She buried her face in his neck, taking a fold of skin between her lips and sucking on him, hard. His fingers tightened on her back as she tortured him with pleasure. When she released him, Max quickly moved forward to return the complement. His lips found her neck, just above her collarbone and he sucked hard, marking her. She forced herself to breathe slowly while he teased her skin. Her chocolate hair was cast to one side as his hands slid down her back and squeezed the globes of her backside.

"Mmm," she purred with her lips at his ear. The hot air from her mouth made him shiver, and as he moved, the heat of her crotch teased his hardness. "This is a better way to wake up."

"God, yes," Max gasped, reveling in her mouth as it planted light kisses all over his neck and cheek, running up to his temples. "God, I want you."

"Do you?" she murmured teasingly, and sat up rocking her hips in his lap, her wet lips sliding along his length. He groaned with pleasure and grabbed her hips, grinding her into his crotch. "You want that, don't you?"

"Fuck, yeah," he nodded, their eyes meeting and locking.

Liz ran her nails down his chest, leaving searing lines of red where they had been. His back arched with her movements, and he felt himself throbbing with excitement. Without a word, she slid down his body, letting her mouth and hair trail lightly the further down she went. She kissed the groove where his collar bones met, she licked each nipple, one at a time before kissing them and she ran her tongue into his navel, moving down to nuzzle against his bushy curls. She purposely avoided his erection, but let her tongue slip over his inner thighs and sucked gently on the sensitive skin there. He squirmed with the sensations, urging her mouth towards his cock, but she slid down further until she was almost off the end of the bed.

"Liz?" he frowned, looking down at her.


From her kneeling spot, she proceeded to tease the tender flesh around his hot erection with her lips and tongue. She let her wet mouth cover his balls, sucking one into her mouth gently and letting him enjoy the warmth. Liz remembered Tess telling her about doing this once, and driving her boyfriend crazy. His groans became louder as he clutched the sheets. She slid her hand over him and started to slowly stroke him in time with her gentle pulls on his balls.

Liz released him from her mouth and then gave him a sultry look while he stared down at her. All that time she kept a connection with his eyes, she gathered moisture in her mouth and slowly pushed her lips down around his cock so that he could feel the wet inside of her mouth. As the heat enveloped his cock, she pushed down and swallowed gently when she felt his head touch the back of her throat. Just like she had heard Tess tell her. As his sensitive head was massaged, she caressed his testicles. Her mouth slid slowly up his shaft with pressure in her lips drawing slowly up his cock. A slow rhythm started, working his cock continuously.

"God, Liz," Max gasped. "You are incredible."

Never had he experienced anything like this; not that he was going to admit that. Where did these girls learn these things? He was so glad that she had, though, because otherwise he wouldn't be experiencing this.


After a couple of minutes, Liz slowly slid her mouth back off of him. Then slowly, luxuriously, began to kiss the head again, holding him at the base with a few fingers and stroking him while her mouth covered his head. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive ridge in quick darting motions. She tortured him with her mouth before covering his shaft again and sucking him deeply. His shaft was saturated in her wetness and covered at the base by her tight hand, stroking him just off from the rhythm of her mouth.

"Oh, god!" he cried out, hitting the pillows hard while she worked him.

It wasn't long before his groans grew louder and more insistent.

"Get on top of me," she heard him gasp. She looked up, not releasing his cock from her mouth. "Do it, I want to come inside you."


Smiling, Liz slowly released his cock from her mouth, giving it a couple strokes with her hand before crawling back up the bed. On top of his lap, she slowly lowered herself around him, letting him relax as his back arched again with her last, hard thrust downwards to squeeze his hard organ.

As the shock subsided, Max raised his hands to her breasts, caressing them fondly and pinching her stiff nipples. Liz moaned softly with pleasure and began to easily rock up and down on his crotch. Their breathing became labored as she fell forward on her forearms, letting his hands on her ass guide the rhythm of their movements. They slammed into each other, eliciting a little gasp each time and she could feel him throb as he came closer to an explosion.

His groans became protracted grunts and his body tightened in anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his movements intensified, locking eyes with him as he finally burst inside her, thrusting a few last times as they climaxed in unison.

Breathing heavily and covered with a light sheen of sweat, they collapsed together and didn't move for a long time as the comatose serenity of orgasm overtook them.


"So," Liz managed to speak through her panting breaths. "How long will you need to recover?"

Max started to laugh.

"I don't know about you, but I think I need refueling before we do that again."

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "I could use some breakfast, too."

"I'd suggest we have a shower," Max smirked. "But I suspect that won't work out too well."

"Probably not," she chuckled. "I should probably dress in something other than my dress, too. Otherwise people are going to know I didn't sleep in my own bed last night."

"Probably," he smiled. "And they would know that you, Miss Parker, are a really bad girl."

Max rolled over and off the bed, walking naked to the mini bar.

"Oh my god, Max!" Liz suddenly exclaimed, sitting up. "Did I do that?"

"Do what?" Max stood up after taking out the two opened bottles of water.

"Your back," she told him. "All those scratches."

"Uh, yeah," he nodded like it was nothing. "That was you."

"God, I'm so sorry," she sounded sorrowful. "Does... does it hurt?"

"No," Max shook his head. "Though it embarrassed the hell out of me when your dad saw it at practice last week."

"My Dad?" Liz went white. "Did he... does he... You didn't tell him, did you?"

"Do you think I would be standing here if I did?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"What did he say?"

"You don't want to know," Max shook his head.

"Oh," Liz blushed, understanding at once, the inconsistency of men and their double standards.

"You know," Max took a mouthful of water. "We could always call room service. That way, we can stay in bed until checkout time."

"Sounds good to me," Liz giggled. "Except Alex will probably expect to see me and if I don't make an appearance at breakfast, he'll start a manhunt."

"Or a woman hunt," Max smirked. "A bad girl hunt."

"Right," Liz grinned.

"But Alex will probably be too busy with Isabel," he pointed out.

"Max!" she exclaimed. "She's your sister."

"So?" Max raised his eyebrows.

"Besides, I don't think they're intimate, yet," Liz shook her head. "All the same, I think I should make an appearance."

"You owe me, Parker," Max growled. "And for that, I'm going to have to tan your backside."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Liz rolled her eyes. "Promises, promises."


* * *


Liz pulled on her dress and carried her shoes in her hand. Leaving Max in his own room to shower and dress, she made her way through the hotel corridors to her own annex. Just as Liz lifted her keycard to her room, Alex's door opened. He saw her poised to enter her own room, disheveled, still wearing her dress from the night before and looking like what could only be described as 'ravaged'. The pair of teenagers stood looking at one another, Alex with an open jaw, Liz just watching him with a look of pure guilt.

"Liz..." he finally found his voice.

"Leave it, Alex," Liz looked at the lock and slid the card through it. "Okay?"

"But Liz..." he was shaking his head in disbelief. "Did you... were you... Who?" he finally demanded.

"That's none of your business, Alex," Liz shook her head. "I don't pry into your sex life. Please return me the same consideration."

"But..." his mouth was flapping open and closed. "But you're Liz! Liz Parker. All around good girl."

"And I'm also a woman, Alex," she snapped. "Or hadn't you noticed? And I have a woman's needs."

"You have been spending way too much time with Tess," Alex shook his head. "What the hell am I going to tell your father?"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about that, Alex," Liz stepped into her room and peered around the corner at him. She was smirking. "He wasn't a wolf."


* * *


Showered, feeling refreshed and dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, Liz knocked on Max's door. When he opened his door, Liz couldn't help looking him up and down. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a polo shirt, his collar lifted to hide the hickie she had marked him with. As she stepped into his room, she couldn't help noticing the smell of sex. She couldn't hide her grin. What would housekeeping say?

"Hey," Max kissed her. "Ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah," she nodded, returning his kisses. "Uh, do you mind if we arrive separately? Alex saw me sneaking into my room. He knows."

"He does?" Max's eyes widened.

"Oh," Liz shook her head. "Not who with. He only knows that I didn't sleep in my room last night and that I didn't sleep alone. By the way. What did you do with my panties?"

"Oh," Max waved dismissively. "I think I'll keep those. You know, hang them on my wall at home. Like a hunting trophy."

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Max! You wouldn't!"

"Go," Max turned Liz around, pointing at the door and giving her jeans clad backside a slap.

"Yes, Daddy," she giggled as she made her way out of his room.

"Oh, you did not just say that!" Max tried to slap her ass again.

Liz took off down the hallway with a squeal, Max chasing after her. He caught her at the elevator, only because she had to wait for it. Max pulled her into a hot and passion filled kiss until they heard the 'ding' of the elevator door.

"What if someone we knew was in there, Max?" she looked up with her glazed eyes.

"Then we'd have been busted," Max shrugged. "But all the wedding guests' rooms are at the other end. You take the elevator, I'll take the stairs. See you down there."


* * *


"Good morning," Liz smiled sweetly as she sat down at the table she found Alex and Isabel sharing. From the way Isabel looked at her, Liz knew that Alex had told her what he had seen that morning.

"Morning, Liz," Isabel winked at her with a grin. Alex wouldn't look at her. "Sleep well?"

"Who slept?" Liz smirked.

The two girls burst into giggles.

"God, Liz," Isabel shook her head. "You're becoming a man-eater."

"Surprised she wants breakfast, then," Alex grumbled.

"Woman cannot live on..." Liz started with a grin.

"You know what?" Alex interrupted, placing his spoon on the table and sitting back in his chair. "Don't finish that sentence."

"Morning, everyone," Max joined them and sat at the table with them, taking the chair next to Liz.

"Morning, Max," everyone replied.

Liz reached across under the tablecloth and touched his hand.

"So, what's good to eat?" he glanced over at the buffet laid out along the wall.

He glanced at Liz and licked his lips. Hiding her grin, and her blush, she looked away.


They got through breakfast making small talk. Liz seemed to be restless throughout the meal.

"Oh, Max," Isabel suddenly stopped talking quietly with Alex. "Me and Alex plan to do a little sightseeing around Las Cruces today, seeing as we're both planning to come to college here."

"Sounds like a good idea," Max nodded his approval.

"Only Alex was supposed to take Liz home. So I suddenly thought maybe you could take her home."

"Sure," Max nodded. "Of course I can. As long as Liz is okay with that. I mean... unless Liz wants to look over Las Cruces, too."

"No, no. That's fine," Liz nodded, biting her tongue to hide the smile that was threatening to burst out. "So, when did you want to leave?"

"No rush," Max grinned at her. "Check out time?"

The look suggested to Liz that he was wondering how many times he could fuck her between now and noon. She hoped he was refueled enough.


* * *


Considering what they had previously shared, this morning and last night, they both felt a little uncomfortable in the car as Max drove them through the streets of Las Cruces. They remained silent until Max got to the main highway. It was a lovely, warm day, so Max had the top down.

"So," Max finally spoke. "Prom next weekend, huh?"

"Yeah," Liz turned to look at him. "Good ol' senior prom. Rah, rah."

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"You know?" Liz spoke after thinking about her answer. "All the way through High School, it's been like, this milestone. Something to look forward to. But all it really is, is an excuse to dress up in a pretty dress, ride in an expensive limo for about an hour, have a tacky meal in an equally tacky restaurant, turn up at the school gymnasium and dance to a band that's probably so bad they can't get any gigs anywhere else."

"Alex's band?" Max raised an eyebrow.

"How did you know about that?" Liz looked impressed.

"Isabel leant me a CD they got cut," Max shrugged.

"Did you enjoy it?" she smiled.

"Can I plead the fifth?" he smirked.

"Then you know what I mean," Liz smiled.

"So, do..." Max swallowed. "Do you have a date?"

"No," Liz shook her head with a grin. "Want to come?"

Max turned and looked at her.

"Think they'd let me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Somehow," she snorted, "I think that might cause too much of a stir."

"So, what are you going to do?" Max pressed. "Are you going to go stag?"

"My friends think I am," she nodded. "I'm not. But Isabel and Tess will only try to force me into going, so I'll fix it so they can't. On Friday, I'm going to catch this mysterious bug and I won't be able to keep anything down."

"I'll have Toby with me," Max broke into a big smile. "But you're welcome to come up and spend the evening with us, if you want. No pretty dress, no Limo, no tacky meal at an equally tacky restaurant and no bad bands. Just Toby and me and maybe a pizza."

"You know what?" Liz broke into a huge smile. "I so want to see Toby again."

"Great," Max rolled his eyes. "Thrown over for my own son."

"Well, you know how it is," Liz shrugged. "I've done the sugar daddy, now I want a boy toy."

"Make a guy feel good, why don't you."

"Poor baby," she giggled.


* * *


Concentrating on the long straight road, Max became aware that Liz was watching him.

"What?" he finally asked.

"Where was Toby?"

"Excuse me?"

"Michael and Maria's wedding. How come you didn't have Toby with you?"

"Wasn't my weekend," Max gave a sad shake of his head. "And Stephanie wouldn't make an exception. Michael and Maria were both disappointed. They love the little guy as much as I do. I was disappointed, too." He turned and smiled at her. "But finding you there more then made up for it."

Liz smiled at him.

"No offence, Max," Liz cocked her head. "But why did you even marry her?"

"Because she was pregnant," Max shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. At the time, I thought I was in love with her. She wasn't in love with me, though. She uh, she left me for another guy."

"She must be crazy," Liz shook her head.

"She said I was, uhm..." Max hesitated for a moment. "Too boring."

"Boring?" Liz gaped in surprise. "You? You're kidding, right?"

Max shook his head.

"Wow," Liz stared ahead. "She must be something else then. I mean, Max! The things we've done!"

"Well, that's what she said. Boring."

"Well, for the record," she reached out and placed her hand on his wrist. "I don't find you boring. I find you kind of exciting, actually. And I can't wait until you find some new way to surprise me."

Max looked at her again with a look of amazement.

"I'll, uh, get back to you on that."

Liz looked ahead at the long and straight stretch of road. She looked over her shoulder at the road behind them.

"In the meantime," she smirked. "How about I surprise you?"

"Oh?" Max raised his eyes. "How?"

Liz reached over and started to unfasten his shorts, pushing them down his hips.

"Uh, Liz?" Max looked worried.

Liz reached into his shorts and past his boxers, pulling out his rapidly expanding erection.

"Think of this as an experiment."

"Liz!" Max's eyes widened but he did not try to stop her.

Liz leaned over and took him in her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down, slowly allowing him to fill her mouth before pulling back. Her hand started to pump him in rhythm with her head.

"Oh, god, Liz!" he cried out.

She stopped and sat back up. Grinning at him. Max visibly relaxed.

"Did you like that?"

"Well," he nodded. "Yeah, but..."

"Oh, I'm not finished," she chuckled, pulling her T-shirt off over her head.

"Now what are you doing?" his eyes popped out when she took off her bra.

"Are you surprised?"

"Oh, god!" Max exclaimed as Liz started to peel her jeans down over her hips, taking her panties with them. Her clothes and shoes were piled at her feet.

"Liz!"

"I saw this once, in a move," she grinned. "I never believed that you could actually do it and consider it exciting."

"Do what?" Max's voice sounded strained.

"This," Liz started to stand up a little, twisting so she could hold onto the roll bar for support.

She lifted her leg over Max and sat down in his lap, facing the rear of the car. She guided his still hard erection into her liquid core as she lowered herself onto him.

"Christ, Liz," he peered over her shoulder, the car swaying to and fro. "This little experiment of yours is going to get us killed."

"What a way to go," Liz breathed hotly in his ear as she started to use her knees and her hand holding the roll bar to lever herself up and down Max's manhood. Her nipples scraped his chest.

"If we get pulled over," Max growled with lust as he felt her tight core envelope him again, "you are the one who's going to do the explaining."

"Max," Liz's voice was like honey in his ear.

"What?" he gasped.

"Don't get pulled over."


* * *

As promised the other night, here at long last is the next chapter of The Devil Inside. I do hope, after such a long wait, you still enjoy this story.

Once again, I apologise for my absence, and my silence. I'll try very hard not to let it happen again.

Someone posted a note suggesting that the links to my other stories are broken. The links on my authors page all work, however, as I changed my ISP recently, the web siite "olde worlde" no longer exists. If anyone has problems finding any of my stories, drop me a line and I'll check it out.

Okay... on with the story...





The Devil Inside

Chapter 14


Thursday morning found Liz Parker feeling a little down in the dumps. She had not seen Max since Sunday afternoon, when he had dropped her off at the Crashdown following their... amazing journey home from Las Cruces. She had wanted him to take her to his house for a little more one on one, but he had already promised Sheriff Valenti that he would attend baseball practice that day, having missed a couple of sessions already. She hoped her father wouldn't comment on the additional marks she had left on Max's body. Her marks. The fact was, she was missing him.

"Great," she sulked. "How am I going to handle this when I leave for college?"

Liz also wished that they didn't have to keep their affair so secret; they were both adults, after all. But, she knew that too many people would not take the situation well. Too many people would not approve, even though it really didn't concern them at all. People, she thought, who ought to know better. So Liz reconciled herself to the occasional phone conversation with him while she waited anxiously for the weekend.

Their conversations, however, did have their benefits. Monday night and just last night, they had once again had phone sex and it had been just as hot as it had been that first time. But Liz wanted, no, she needed the real thing. She wanted him inside her and not her own fingers.


A down side to the weekend was that Alex was no longer speaking to her. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it but she had the impression that Alex was feeling a little... disappointed in her behavior, which was something that she could not understand. He was supposed to be her friend, not her father. He was supposed to be there for her, not judge her. Not once had Liz ever judged Alex. But then, she reminded herself that as far as Alex was concerned, Liz had put out for two different guys, two weekends in a row. On the up side, neither he, nor Isabel had told anyone about her midnight rendezvous. And no one had the slightest idea who Liz's corrupter - no, that wasn't right, had she not corrupted him first? Who her lover was. Is.

Isabel was treating her no differently, either, although she did persist in trying to find out from Liz just who her mysterious lovers had been. Like Alex, Isabel had naturally assumed that it had been a different guy that Liz had slept with each time. Isabel's money was on Sean DeLuca, Maria's cousin, because she had overheard Maria saying how he was a regular Don Juan, and Isabel had seen him looking rather intently at Liz all night.


Being the friend she was, Liz naturally told Tess that she had spent the night with someone.

"I have unleashed a monster," Tess grinned. "And I am so jealous! I mean, how come you find two regular sex gods, two weekends running? You and me so have to double!"

She did have some rather sage advice for her friend, though.

"Make them all wear a glove, Liz," she told her in a solemn voice. "And please, be careful. The last thing you want is to be called a slut."

Liz had a hard time hiding her smile. She wondered if Max knew that she was his slut?


* * *


"Last chance, Parker," Kyle slid into the seat beside her at lunch. "Prom. This Saturday. My date. Be there."

"What?" Liz's eyes widened.

"Pick you up at seven," Kyle continued. "Dinner at Cattle Baron Steak and Seafood up on North Main Street, dancing at the prom. You and me, King and Queen, followed by our own private coronation at the Best Western."

"Oh, gee," Liz swooned. "You make it all sound so inviting. So romantic, you know? How can a girl possibly refuse?"

"Yeah," Kyle smirked, running his hand through his hair. "That's what I thought. Just how could any girl say no?"

"Well, it's easy, Kyle," Liz rolled her eyes. "No."

"Huh?" Kyle blinked. This was not how it had played out in his mind all the times he had run it.

"I've already made arrangements. Sorry."

"Who?" he demanded. "Who are you going with? 'Cause I'll fucking punch his lights out."

"Why are you doing this, Kyle?" She wasn't worried about Max. She had seen his muscles... those firm, taught, rippling... Focus, girl. She had felt the strength in Max and Liz just knew that he could look after himself. "Is it because you think you're in love with me or something? Kyle, face it. You and I? Not going to happen."

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Both Kyle and Liz looked up at the middle aged man who had interrupted them. He was tall and thin, with a receding hair line and glasses. He wore a green T-shirt with the word 'Blooms' printed in yellow above a yellow silhouette of a bouquet of flowers across his chest.

"Are you Liz Parker?"

Liz nodded.

"These are for you," he handed her a gorgeous bouquet of red roses.

"Oh my god!" Liz started to blush aware that she was now the center of everyone's attention. She lifted out the card and saw the simple words, 'Can't wait for our next experiment. XXX.'

Kyle stared at her for a while and then stormed away, his face glowing with rage.


* * *


Kyle Valenti slumped onto the bench in the locker room and punched the locker door in front of him, leaving a dent in the door.

"What's up with you?" Terry Raynes asked as he pulled on his blue and gold sports jersey.

"Fuck off!" Kyle snarled.

"Parker turned him down again," Paulie laughed from across the room.

The room full of male athletes burst into laughter.

"Thought you said she wants you?" someone cat called.

"Know what I heard," Damon Miles snorted.

"What?"

"I heard she gave it up the other weekend," he informed them all. "Right after the game, apparently."

"No, she didn't," Kyle yelled in anger. "Shut your god damned mouth!"

"Dude," Damon held up his hands in defense. "I'm only telling you what I heard. Friend of a friend heard Tess and Isabel talking about it."

"Missed out, there, Valenti," Paulie called.

"Any idea who the bastard was?" Kyle snarled, rising to his feet and storming across the locker room, knocking over several piles of clothing along the way. He grabbed Paulie by his jersey. "Was it you? Were you stepping all over my turf?"

"Dude," Paulie pushed him away. "It wasn't me, so back off! And even if it was me, she clearly don't see herself as 'your turf'. So she gave it up to someone else. Deal with it. It's not like virgins are much fun anyway. All that 'oh, I need romance and music' and 'will you still respect me' crap. Who needs all that bullshit?"

"Kyle, apparently," Damon laughed.

"So the perfect Parker ain't so perfect no more," Paulie shook his head. "Just means she knows a little something something about what she's doing now. You should thank the guy, Valenti, not fuck him up. He got her ready for the rest of us."

"You fucking keep your hands off!"

"Dude," Paulie stepped up into Kyle's face, with no sign of fear. "She already blew you off. Don't mean to say she's gonna blow me off, does it? As far as I'm concerned, she's fair game."


* * *


"Okay," Max did not look too happy as he spoke into his phone. "Well, thanks for letting me know. If there's any change... Yeah. I know."

Max pressed the button to terminate the call and placed his phone on the desk. The news he had just received clearly upset him. He turned to the huge pin board on the wall behind him and stared at it. He returned to his desk and picked up the phone. He tapped out a number from memory but at the last digit, he cancelled the call. He stared at the keys before tapping out the same number. Once again, he cancelled the call at the last digit. With a heavy sigh, he rose from his seat and walked to the door from his office and out onto his rooftop patio. He stood at the railing, staring off toward Roswell. He punched the rail and turned back to his office, determination in every step. He picked up his phone and pressed a speed dial number.

"Hey, Mom," he gave a weak smile. "Is Dad there?"

"Oh, Max," his mother replied. "I'm sorry. No, he and Isabel have gone out. A few last minute details regarding the most momentous event in the history of Roswell"

"A.K.A., Isabel's senior prom." Max chuckled.

"Still," his mother replied. "At least she's going to hers."

"Mom," Max sighed. "You remember what I was like back then."

"Yes I do," she confirmed.

"And what desperate girl would have wanted to go as my date? And if you say my sister, I'll..."

"You could have let her weave her magic over you, Max. She did a really good job when you finally let her. Then, maybe you could have found a sweet girl from home. A real Roswellian Queen of Hearts, instead of the Albuquerque Joker."

"Mom," Max shook his head. "It wasn't just the makeover from Isabel, you know. I needed Michael and Maria's help, too. Besides, Isabel was only eight at the time."

And so too was Liz, Max thought.

"Any idea when Dad will be back?"

"Seeing as he is with Isabel," his mother considered, "the smallest window I can give you is anytime between now and next Saturday morning."

"Thanks, Mom," Max rolled his eyes. "I'll call him tomorrow."


Max hung up the phone and looked at it again, scratching his ear. Once again he typed out the number from memory and this time, after leaving his finger hovering above it for a few seconds, he pressed the last digit. He let it ring a couple of times.

"Max!" Liz gasped, sounding out of breath.

"Been jogging or something?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I'm in the diner surrounded by my friends," she told him. "Somehow, I figured I should be alone when I spoke with you."

"Are you alone now?" Max laughed. "What are you wearing?"

"I might be alone, Max," he could imagine her rolling her eyes. "But I'm still in a semi public place."

"That could be fun," Max teased.

"Is this what you phoned me for?"

"No," he shook his head. "Liz? Are you still planning to bail on your prom?"

"Yeah. I'm coming up to spend the evening with you and Toby, remember?"

"Stephanie just called," Max shook his head. "Change of plan. Toby is running a fever and the doctor says he shouldn't travel. So he's staying home for the weekend."

"Oh, Max," she sounded genuinely disappointed for him. "I'm so sorry."

"Anyway," Max shrugged. "I was thinking. Want to wear a fancy dress? Drive around in a limo? Eat some fancy food in a fancy restaurant and dance to a real great band?"

"Max?" Liz sounded worried. "What are you talking about? Please tell me you're not thinking to crash the Prom?"

"Can you get away Saturday night?"

"I'm there!" she nodded with no hint of hesitation.


* * *


Bright and early on Saturday morning, Max pulled over just down the road from the Crashdown. Liz stepped from the shelter of a store not yet opened and after storing her case in the back seat, climbed into Max's car.

Max looked her up and down. She looked so hot in her bright summer dress and high-heeled pumps.

"No," she smirked. "Just in case you were wondering."

Max started to grin.

"You are so bad," he chuckled.

He checked over his shoulder and pulled out onto the deserted street.

"So what are our plans?" she smiled at him, moving the hair out of her face. "Are we going to spend the whole day at your place?"

"Nope," he shook his head, as he turned south, heading down 285.

"Texas?" Liz widened her eyes as she watched the buildings of Roswell pass by.

"Nope," he grinned, looking at her.

Max turned off the 285, heading west along Hobson Street.

"The airport?" she frowned when Max turned south along Earl Cummings Loop.

Max looked at her again and grinned.

"Okay," she nodded. "What are we doing at the airport?"

"What do you normally do at an airport?" Max laughed.

"Meet people off planes," Liz shrugged. Her eyes lit up. "Are we picking up Toby? Is he coming after all?"

"No," Max sighed, a momentary sign that he was missing his son passing across his face. "What else could you do there?"

"You could..." her eyes popped out. "Max! Are we flying somewhere?"

"Somewhere," he nodded, smiling broadly. "You okay with that?"

"Where?" she squealed, bouncing in her seat. "Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise."

"Oh, god," she groaned, pulling at the hem of her dress. "Now I feel underdressed."

"Mmmm," he smirked at her. "Just the way I like you."


Max managed to keep their destination a surprise. Liz bugged him right from when he took their two cases from the back of the car, while he carried them from the parking lot all the way to the terminal. It was only as he approached the checking in desk that their destination was revealed.

"Las Vegas?" her eyes widened. "Oh my god! Max! Are we...? Max, are we going to Las Vegas?"

"We are," he smiled. "I thought it might be fun. I though maybe you might like to come away with me to Las Vegas for your Prom. It's not too late to say no."

"Are you kidding?" Liz gasped. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Ever been before?"

"No," Liz shook her head. "Never been outside of New Mexico before." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Wait. We're not going to get married or anything..." she paused. "Are we?"

"Would that bother you?" he gave a wry smile.

"Right," she nodded with a roll of her eyes. "F Y I, I didn't really think we were."

"I doubt your Dad would take too kindly to having me as a son in law," Max chuckled. "At least... not till after you graduate."

He couldn't have known how much Liz's heart soared at his last remark.


Settled on the small twin engine airplane, Liz sat next to the window and looked down upon the passing desert below.

"What have you told everyone?" he asked her, above the drone of the plane.

"My Dad, who is out of town most of the day, thinks I'm spending the day with Tess. You know, getting ready together. He also thinks that me, Tess and Isabel are having a sleepover after the Prom."

"Won't he expect to see you in your Prom Dress?"

"I promised him pictures," Liz shrugged. "He knows this is no big deal for me, especially since he knows I'm not dating. Well, officially, anyway. So he won't be surprised when I don't show him any pictures."

"And what do Tess and Isabel think is going on?" he wondered.

"Ah," she smirked. "I told them that my Dad has heard some rumors about my behavior lately and that I've been totally grounded. I begged them not to come near the Crash 'cause that would only make things worse."

"Liz..." Max frowned. "Are you okay with all these lies? I mean..."

"Max," Liz placed her hand on his arm. "I'm eighteen. I'm going away to college, soon. I really think that I should be able to live my life how I want. It's just that right now, it's hard for my Dad to accept how fast I've grown up."

"It seems teenagers lead such complicated lives," Max shook his head.

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "That happens when we fall into the clutches of dirty old perverts."

"Hey!" Max spluttered. "I resent that remark! I am not... old. Just... older."

"Whatever," Liz grinned. "You still can't keep up with me."

"You," Max gave her a phony hard glare, "are heading for a spanking, young lady!"

"See that!" Liz smirked. "Right there. Notice the adjective? Young."

"Keep it up," Max growled. "Your backside is going to glow brighter than the strip."

Overhead, the lights illuminated to remind them to fasten their seat belts.


* * *


"Max!" Liz gasped from the back seat of the limo, where her face was pressed against the window, looking up at the tall, rather ornate hotel in front of her. "This must be costing you a fortune!"

"You're worth it," Max shrugged, smiling at her antics. "Worth every damn cent."

She looked over her shoulder to flash him a million watt smile.


Liz was surprised when no one seemed to pay any attention to the older man and very young girl accompanying him. And she certainly wasn't the only one gawking in awe at the interior of the hotel and casino. The only look that the bellboy gave her was one that any other guy would give an attractive woman. However, as he was leading them, he didn't really get that much of an opportunity to look at her.

As they rode the elevator with him, Liz couldn't help grinning at the memory of her last weekend with Max, and what they had done in 'that' elevator. Max, perhaps sensing her thoughts, looked down at her and winked.

They followed the bellboy into their room where he placed their cases beside the bed. Max folded a bill into his hand and the bellboy left them alone.

"Want to go see the sights, first?" Max looked at her.

"I'd like to freshen up," she nodded. "Take a quick shower."

"Showers with us," Max chuckled, "are never quick."

"Alone, then," Liz smirked.

"You shower," Max nodded at the bath room door. "I'll see about rustling us some grub."


* * *


The man pushed the cart along the hallway to the door of the hotel room. Under some metal covers, a selection of sandwiches had been prepared from the room service menu. He knocked on the door to be admitted by a man he guessed to be in his late twenties. Perhaps twenty eight. He might even be twenty nine.

Just as he was pushing the cart into the room, the bathroom door opened and a very attractive and young... much younger woman walked into the room. She wore a small bath towel around her. The young woman spotted him, her mouth fell open as she blushed a bright pink color, gave a squeal and dashed back into the bathroom.

But he had seen it all before. More, even. And worse. Far worse. Even though he suspected that the girl was underage, he sure knew a love nest when he saw one. As the older man tipped him, he took a quick look around the room. Very little luggage, yup. Love nest. Shaking his head, he retreated down the hallway at his normal, dignified pace. She sure was pretty, though.


* * *


"Did you enjoy embarrassing me like that?" Liz demanded when she emerged from the bathroom a second time to find Max laughing.

"It wasn't deliberate," Max grinned. "Bad timing."

"Well, just for that," Liz crossed her arms in a belligerent stance, turning her back to him. "I'm going to give you the cold shoulder."

"Which one?" Max asked as he stepped up behind her, his warm body pressing against her. "This one?" he kissed her bare shoulder. "Or this one?" he repeated the exercise with the other shoulder, this time, a long, wet one during which his tongue caressed her skin.

Liz sighed and leaned in to him.

"Neither seem very cold to me," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Max," she moaned. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know," he breathed into her ear again. "But I know what I'm going to do with you."

He pulled her towel which fell to the floor at her feet. He turned her to face him and pulled her into a fierce embrace where he kissed her. Softly, hotly, passionately. He then scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.

"What about sightseeing?" she murmured.

"Later," his mouth fell on her again. "Lots of interesting sights right here."

"I don't think you are doing much looking," she sighed in pleasure as his tongue teased a sensitive part of her anatomy.


* * *


"There is nothing tacky about that dress," Max shook his head in appreciation as Liz emerged from the bathroom that evening, dressed in a pastel green cocktail dress. It was short, but not quite a mini dress. The neckline plunged but not too low. It was tied behind her neck, leaving her back naked. "Was that the dress you were going to wear to your Prom?"

"I thought this was my Prom," she smiled at him with raised eyebrows.

"Liz," he took her hands in his. "I don't know if I have ever told you this before... You look... you are... I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you."

Her eyes misted over. Was he perhaps starting to feel the same way about her as she felt about him? God, she hoped so.

"Thank you," she whispered. Would telling him almost the same thing be too tacky, she wondered? "I can't think of anyone I would rather be with on Prom night than you."

"Not even Ben, or Jerry?" Max smirked.

"Not even," Liz shook her head with a smile. "They're kind of cold. And I so knew that you really thought that I was on a date with one of them."

"So I can get jealous," he shrugged. "Bite me."

"Later," she whispered. "I still have a non-tacky meal to eat, and some non-tacky dancing to a non-tacky band."

"Well," Max held out his arm to her. "Our non-tacky carriage awaits."


* * *


The drive to the restaurant took an hour, during which Max and Liz saw almost the entire strip. Although Max was content to look from the seat he was sitting in, Liz was bouncing from one side of their limo to the other, looking out through the tinted glass. Max couldn't help chuckling at her exuberance.

The restaurant was incredibly fancy, a French feel, Liz thought, and the meal itself was completely divine. She had never eaten steak so tender. And the sauté potatoes... Liz had never tried them before. She was a little disappointed that Max would not let her drink any wine, but as he had only fruit juice, too, she wasn't too disappointed. She guessed that by ordering non alcoholic drinks for them both, he was sparing her the embarrassment of being asked for some ID.

"That was awesome," Liz snuggled up next to Max on the seat of the limo as they were heading back to the clubs at the opposite end of the strip. "I just feel so..." she stretched her lithe body and purred. "You could make love to me right now, Max," her whole face was smiling. "And I would just be in heaven."

Make love, Max noticed as he gazed upon her in adoration. Not fuck. She wanted him to make love. Love. Could she...? He swallowed, hard. Could she really be falling for him, in the same way he had fallen for her? His heart started to pound. He opened his mouth to answer her.

"Oh my god!" she suddenly squealed, he eyes on the sunroof. Pressing the button to open it, Liz was already moving upwards. "I have always wanted to do this."

Max could only chuckle as Liz stood in the middle of the Limo, with her top half outside, as she had a grandstand view of the strip. His eyes fell upon her back, her smooth, tanned, warm... naked... back. Max's mouth went dry and he licked his lips. Slowly, he reached out and placed his hand on her skin. From her standing position, she leaned back into his touch. From his seated position, he could see her still laughing and waving at the passers by. This one was going to be hard to keep up with. But, oh! What fun he would have trying.


* * *


"That was the best Prom ever, Max," Liz nuzzled her face into Max's neck as the limo drove them back from the nightclub at which they had listened to a very good band and had danced the night away. "Thank you so much for being my date."

"The pleasure was all mine," he smiled, taking her hand in his. "And so much better than 'my' Prom."

"Well, duh!" she giggled while rolling her eyes. "You didn't even go to yours, either."

"Huh?" Max widened his eyes in surprise. "Just how did you know about that?"

"I've had my eye on you for a very long time, Mr. Evans," she smiled. "And I am happy to report that my patience has paid off."

"Really?" he blinked. "A long time?"

"Everyone has teased me about it," Liz nodded. "How I had a crush on you since I was, like, eight. I doubt anyone would believe me if I ever told them about all of this. Sometimes, this all hardly seems real to me."

"It's real, alright," Max nodded as the limo pulled up at the entrance to their hotel. "It's very real."

And getting more real by the minute.


* * *


As Liz entered their room, she bypassed the light switch and went straight to the large picture window. The yellow glare of the outside lights illuminated her skin, giving her a golden glow. Max closed the door behind him and smiled at her retreating back.

"Wow," her voice sounded breathless. "Just look at that view."

From their window, high above the strip, it seemed that the whole world had been illuminated for her. The Eiffel Tower, the Arc d'Triumph, the Sphinx, a Pyramid, the Statue of Liberty... and she was positive that she should be able to see some Venetian gondolas.

"Best damned view I've ever seen," Max smiled as he stepped behind her.

"Tacky," Liz shook her head at him, watching his reflection in the window. "Very tacky."

"What can I say," he shrugged. "That's me all over. Tacky."

"Aww," she purred. "I wouldn't say that."

"Thanks," he smirked. "But you know what?" Max was right behind her now, looking over her shoulder at the Technicolor bonanza before them. "You really are beautiful."

Max pressed his body against her back and dipped his head to nuzzle the crook of her neck. Purring with delight, Liz tilted her head to allow him easier access, bringing her hand up to stroke the side of his face. While he continued to kiss her bared skin, one of his hands started to caress her, while his other crept up to her neck. Finding the catch, his fingers easily snapped it open. Unrestricted, her dress floated to her feet, leaving her standing at a plate glass window dressed only in a tiny thong and a pair of stiletto heels.

"I hope no one can see," Liz panted at his touch as his fingers started to dance over her skin.

"They can't," he reassured her.

"Take me to bed, Max," she pleaded turning to face him. Her eyes were wide and bright. "Make love to me, now."


* * *

Hi everyone!

Thank you for your continued support for me and my story. Things are starting to get back into groove regarding this story, now. AND to cap it all, I have two new ideas bubbling away in the background, both of which are exciting me. So... as they say, watch this space.

Anyway, here is the next thrilling installment starring a rather Develish Liz.




The Devil Inside


Chapter 15


"I could get used to this," Liz smiled at the sight that met her when she woke up early that Sunday morning.

It was not yet quite light when she woke up to find herself spooned by Max. One hand held hers while his other was gently cupping her breast, like it was a precious object. She smiled as she caressed Max's hand, the one in hers, tilting her head to kiss his arm. She was in a place close to heaven.

"Who am I kidding," she shook her head. "I'm already used to this."

She shook her head.

"Oh, God," she sighed in a near silent whisper. "How can I have fallen so head over heels in love with a man so much older than me?" Her face clouded. "How can I even think of having a relationship that's only going to break my heart when I have to leave for college?"


But, lying here, she felt safe from the problems of the world. Liz was very petite while Max was not. Enveloped as she was, she did not find it uncomfortable. She felt secure. She felt... loved. She snuggled into him even more, if that was possible, content just to listen to and feel him for the rest of the night, or at least for now.

It was sometime later when she felt him growing hard. A little shiver passed up her spine as she thrilled to the warm stiffening pressing against the back of her legs. She remembered reading in one of her biology books that most men get erections several times a night while they sleep, even if they aren't having sexy dreams. She doubted that Max would be an exception. Especially since he was so... experienced.

His erection was pointing down between her legs, along their bodies. It pressed between Liz's thighs as it tried to rise. She grinned, wondering what he was dreaming about, if anything. Was it sexy? Was it about them? Was he acting out some fantasy with her in his dream? She gave a soft giggle. Was he spanking her again? Or perhaps he was tying her up this time? Tying her up and then doing anything he wanted to her. Or maybe he was making her take off her panties in a room full of people they both knew before fucking her silly.

Liz realized that she was getting as aroused in wakefulness as Max was, asleep.

A familiar pre-arousal tingling spread through her. But while she had been fantasizing, Max had subsided. She still felt his member between her upper thighs, but it was softer now, not pressing into her. She thought for a while, her mind racing. She could push her way out of their cuddle, roll him over with effort and get his attention. But was he a sound sleeper? Would a little brunette swallowing or impaling herself on him work as a reveille call? Could someone as small as her even manage to roll him over like that? Max was holding her rather tightly and she needed release.

"If I moved my legs a bit," she considered, "I could probably touch myself."

In her current condition, it seemed like a good idea, so she gave it a try, raising her upper leg a few inches and reaching her arm down over his, sliding over her belly through her soft down, to start teasing herself with slow caresses of her own fingertips. She was a little more ready - and aroused - than she'd thought. Her own wetness quickly coated her fingers. Liz tried to keep as still and quiet as she could - an instinct she followed even though she certainly didn't need to worry about waking Max. If he woke up, she had no doubt that he would take over. She couldn't, however help letting out some small sighs of pleasure and wiggling her lower body back against Max just a little bit as she played. It felt such a deliciously naughty thing for a bad girl like her to do.

It didn't take long before Liz felt Max rising again, whether from his own natural patterns or in an unconscious reaction to her, Liz didn't know. His hardening erection pressed against her again, but this time rose between her slightly parted legs. She opened them further to let him grow, unrestricted. When she felt it press up against her curls, Liz lowered her leg, trapping it there, squeezing her own fingers still sliding slowly along her lips. She felt him throb in his captivity and felt its heat reflecting her own. She reached down further, softly touching the head where she rubbed her wetness on it, smiling when his body jerked as she even touched a spot on the underside.

"Must be extra sensitive there," she mused.


Now, she wanted him. Liz was all hot and bothered by the flights of her mind, her own fingers, and the hardness she had trapped between her legs. She wiggled forward and back a little, trying to somehow maneuver herself to get his hardness and her core to connect. She grasped gently at the head to guide it to her and arched to get her body to line up right. However, she was too constrained by their body positions. Erect, he jutted too far forward for her to capture him in her channel. His organ throbbed from the additional stimulation of her squirming. Liz stopped moving for a minute, realizing that she might actually cause him to climax while leaving herself frustrated.

Always the planner, her mind went into overdrive. The solution was simple in concept, but hard to execute given the state she was now in. Liz had to stop everything and wait for him to relax on his own. So that was what she tried. She let go of his erection and raised her leg, so she was no longer squeezing him.

Time passed, and Liz seemed to grow more aroused by the minute. She listened to Max breathe, felt the hairs on his chest and legs tickle her skin, and waited for the stiffness pressed up between the junction of her legs to subside. The anticipation was agonizing. Every place they touched felt electric to her, especially down there, where he was so close to where she wanted him to be. She felt her own excitement run over her leg to dampen the sheet. Liz grew cross with the erection, annoyed that it expected satisfaction right now when something so much better lay in store for it, if it would only relax. Liz considered bringing herself relief anyway, and to hell with the big lug. He wouldn't know what he'd missed. But she rejected that thought as it came. Liz knew that right now, she wanted, she needed him inside her.

In frustration, Liz was just getting ready to try and heave him over and jump on him anyway when she finally felt him start to relax. She slowed her breathing to concentrate on feeling what was going on. Liz didn't want to move too soon, in case she ended up right back where she'd started, and she doubted that she could stand that. Her heart was already beating fast from her arousal, and now suspense added to it as she waited. Finally, the pressure was all but gone, and she could feel his mostly flaccid length lie along her inner thigh.

Now that she could restart the process, Liz parted her legs a little wider and carefully reached down with her hand. She wrapped her fingers gently around the soft, pliant length of Max's manhood, pointed the head right between her wet and waiting lips, and held her breath.

It didn't take long. Even in deep sleep, gentle direct manipulation of his cock got a reaction from Max. He began to stiffen again. And she almost lost him, too. Her lubricated fingers slipped a bit and the head of the growing rod pointed off the wrong way for a moment. But Liz recovered quickly and aimed him back into her. And that's all she had to do. The lengthening, stiffening erection pushed into her by itself. She kept her hand there to prevent him from slipping out, but after that first heartbeat or two, it was really unnecessary. Liz let her leg down, trapping him inside her.

He grew inside her, and to Liz, it was the most erotic feeling. With each beat of his heart, his cock throbbed larger and longer, pushing deeper and deeper into her. She was so wet by now that the organ had no trouble nosing as far as it wanted to go. She exhaled loudly, like he was forcing the air out of her lungs with his steady penetration. Liz's hand reached back and grabbed his muscular thigh as she arched and pressed her ass back into him. It was like a hot balloon inflating inside of her. No, not a balloon, it was too substantial. She was so sensitized from her torturous wait, she felt every ridge and vein of the thickening rod slide against her inner flesh. It was such a turn on. She whimpered as she felt it pulse, fully erect and buried in her. Her inner muscles squeezed it in return.

Liz let out a low, catlike purr at the feeling of completeness. She had achieved her goal; Max was embedded inside her. But now what? Part of her wanted to just stay like this and keep him inside of her all night, or forever, whichever came first. Part of her wanted a real fuck - Max would wake up, growl, grab her and start thrusting, maybe even flip them into a doggie style so he could really "do" her, or pull her back against his chest and plow into her like a machine. Part of her wanted to get off by herself, with him firmly inside her, along for the ride. It would be so nice to drift off to sleep satisfied, with Max buried in her. And then who knew what would happen when they woke up?

Liz's hand again sought her sex, and she quivered at her own touch. She was already so close! Her stretched lips clamped around Max's erection and the organ responded in kind with a twitch of its own. Her index finger found her erect clitoris and circled and stroked it. She wanted to orgasm so badly, but teased herself to prolong the feeling. Liz was shaking. Perspiration beaded on her exposed skin and made their bodies' contact areas slick. Finally, she couldn't take it any more, and pressed into her clitoris, rubbing it earnestly up and down.

Liz came hard, her body jerking and quaking as the contractions hit her. She let out strangled grunts of climax, her efforts to keep quiet only making her want to scream louder. Her walls squeezed Max's cock, its presence in her perfect in every way. Liz came for a long time, subsiding into ragged breaths and the occasional shivering twinge of aftershock.

She slid her hand down further between her thighs, her palm resting on the junction of Max's cock and her lips. Her body relaxed in the way that had been eluding her all night - the kind of letting go and settling that is essential for sleep. Liz took a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.


Then, she heard an echoing deep intake of breath behind her. Almost imperceptibly, Max's left arm tightened around her, drawing her fractionally back to him as his fingers squeezed her breast. Deep within her, Liz felt Max twitch... and expand... and throb. His hips moved, rocking forward. She felt the skin of Max's erection tighten against her hand, pulsing again and again. As she lay finally limp and passive in his bear-like embrace, he erupted. Maybe she was already dreaming, because she imagined that she could feel every jet of semen originate deep inside him and surge into her. Liz hardly recognized her own low, breathy groan at the strange sensuality of the event.

There was something, however, that Liz's plan failed to take into account. Final questions fought to keep her awake. Would he soften and slip out? Would she leak everywhere? Would he wake up and wonder what had happened? Would he be angry? Interesting and distracting as they were, they finally could not hold her mind awake any more. Liz felt herself smile the smallest of smiles as she at last drifted away, Max's final throbs beating the path into her dreams.


* * *


The sun from the window falling on his eyes woke Max into a chocolate brown haze. He smiled as he pulled wisps of Liz's hair from across his face before burrowing his lips to the nape of her neck. Waking next to Liz with her snuggled so close to him was a feeling he could grow used to.

Even in the early days, he and Stephanie had never slept so close. They would wake up in the morning on opposite sides of the bed with a cold strip of territory between them; like a no-man's-land. But there was no space between him and Liz.

"God, what a dream!" he groaned.

He could barely remember the details, and what traces remained were already fading, but the intense eroticism still echoed through his foggy brain. It felt deep, animal-like. He took a deep breath and began to stretch from his position curled around Liz.

He froze, though, as two sensations hit him simultaneously. The first was the heady, strong scent of sex - Liz's and his. And no wonder, for the second sensation was the feeling of his morning erection embedded deeply within Liz, still asleep beside him.

"That explains the dream," he chuckled.

It didn't however, explain how they had managed that, in the middle of the night. Was it pure happenstance? Was it somehow her doing? Was this something she was used to doing?

Pretty quickly, Max realized that he didn't really care. There he was, wide awake, already impaling his beautiful young lover, who felt so wet... and ready. He had to have her. No, he wanted to... to 'take' her. He wanted to wake her up in the wildest way he could think of. He wanted to fuck his naughty girl awake.

It took a few minutes but Max moved slowly and carefully, trying not to wake Liz up. He didn't know if she was a light sleeper, and wanted to take no chances. After getting rid of the light sheet that covered them, he moved his pillows in front of her, and slowly, carefully rolled her over onto her stomach. He held her close, both to keep himself buried in her, and to make sure that she didn't fall suddenly and wake up. He moved one of his knees between hers and pushed out, separating her legs as she settled on her stomach. At the last minute, he moved her left arm so it wouldn't be trapped under her body, which might have become uncomfortable enough to wake her up. He took his weight on his arms and knees so as not to press into her too much, constantly resisting the desire to start pushing into her straight away. She stirred once or twice as he arranged her, and he stopped moving when she did, hoping she'd settle back down. Of course, if Max failed and she woke up at any point, he could just start fucking her anyway. She was more then ready and he doubted she would object, but he knew how he wanted this to go.

Finally, they were where Max wanted them. Liz, still sleeping, lay under him. The two scrunched up pillows under them raised her backside and already filled pussy to him. Both his legs were between hers, knees apart, spreading her open. His knees, left elbow and left forearm supported his weight, with his hand insinuated between the mattress and her left breast. His right hand had wormed between the pillows and her belly, fingers burrowed through her soft pubic hair, barely touching her mound. His chest brushed her upper back and his head was right above hers. He pulled her long dark tresses out of the way, so that he could gaze at her beautiful, peaceful face in profile. The smell of sex had only increased though his preparations, and he felt the slipperiness of Liz's arousal along his shaft as he moved her. She'd been his from the moment he'd woken up, and now he was going to prove that in spades.

Max started with his fingers, rubbing and teasing her gently. His left hand could do little where it was, except gently squeeze and kneed her breast. He did get her nipple between the lengths of his index and middle finger, though, and gently began pinching it between them. His right teased the folds of her sex and her little button.

He flexed his hips so that his erection slid in and out of her fractionally. She was so tight, but also wetter and more slippery than usual. Maybe she had or was having some sexy dreams, too. Well, if not now, she never would. It didn't take long before he felt her respond. Tiny movements in her hips pushed her back onto his cock and forward onto his fingers. A tiny whispery moan escaped her lips, but Max was pretty sure that she was still asleep.

He rubbed her hardening nub with his middle finger, sliding the index and fourth along her lips on either side of his slowly, pistoning erection. Minutes drifted by and Max reveled in the slippery tight feel of her around him, her little motions so clearly responding to his touches. Liz's movements and sounds both increased, so he upped his pace as well. Then, he felt her startle beneath him, and gasp. Her eyes opened wide.

That was Max's cue. He let his right hand go wild, stroking and circling and vibrating her clit with abandon. He groped her breast with his left, squeezing her nipple between his fingers. He drew his cock over half-way out of her and pressed it back home, pushing her down into his hands and the pillows, simultaneously lowering his mouth to her ear.

"Come for me," he urged in a hoarse whisper. "Come for me like the naughty girl you are."

And she did. Liz stiffened and shrieked as if she had been stung. Then, she shuddered, jerked, and grunted as the spasms wracked her. Her pussy squeezed him like a fist. How Max was growing to love that feeling. Her eyes stayed open but unseeing through it all. He kept moving his fingers and hips slowly to keep her afloat, whispering to her.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he asked.

Liz just nodded before finally exploding into an orgasm, bringing Max with her.


She was still shaking from her orgasm when Max started in earnest. Both were panting from their morning exertions. Both had a slightly dazed look to their faces.

"I could get used to this," Liz breathed hotly.

"Tell me about it," Max placed a kiss on the nape of her neck.


* * *


"So what do you have planned for me, today, Mr. Evans?" Liz looked at him, a face of innocence over her breakfast.

"Nothing," Max shrugged. "I was kind of flying this by the seat of my pants. Do you want to do anything in particular? Want to see more of Vegas? We have a few more hours before we have to check out."

"Well," Liz eased a tender muscle. "Could we just relax a little? They have a Spa here. Maybe we could check it out?"

"Did you bring a swimsuit?" he raised an eyebrow. "Very forward thinking of you."

"Well," she gave a giggle. "I would wear a bra and panties. And I'm sure you have a pair of boxers. Who would know?"

I would, Max groaned inwardly.

"If that's what you want to do."

Ten minutes later, the couple disappeared into the respective men's and ladies changing cubicles.


Max emerged, feeling a little self-conscious in his boxers. Although there were only another two couples, and two or three single men in the Spa, no one seemed to even notice that what he wore was not exactly legitimate. He waited for Liz to emerge. She looked gorgeous in her purple bra and panties that looked more like a bikini than his boxers looked like board-shorts.

"Hot tub?" Max nodded at the empty, traditional round tub with the frothing water.

"Sure," she smiled.

"This is nice," Max sighed as he sunk into the warm water.

"Mmmmm," Liz confirmed. "So, now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

"Well," Max grinned.

He was cut short when two of the other guys climbed into the tub, sitting opposite them. Both were considerably older, quite flabby and balding. Both reeked of money, and while discussing their portfolios, both openly ogled Liz, who was feeling a little uncomfortable. Max reached his arm around her and pulled her closer, to show the guys she belonged to him, as much as to put Liz at her ease. Perhaps sensing that the girl was not impressed by wealth, the men left.

"Liz?" Max's nervous manner was all too apparent to Liz. Something had been bothering him since this morning. His voice was almost a whisper so as not to be overheard by the few others in the room. "Can I ask you something?"

She couldn't help worry about what was coming.

"Uh, yeah," she nodded. "Sure... I guess."

"Did you enjoy it, last night?"

Liz had to blink.

"I did, Max," she nodded. "The whole night, it was just..."

"No," he shook his head, looking down at the water. "I meant... after. You know. The sex."

"Uh, yeah," she nodded with a grin. "Or did you miss those parts when I was screaming when you made me come.

"But," he nodded. "You didn't find it, well... boring?"

"Huh?" she blinked again. "No way." Her face fell into a frown. "Why would you think that? I mean, don't I...?"

"No, no," he shook his head. "This is nothing to do with you. It's just... You know, with me and Stephanie, it was... and you... You seem so..."

"Max," she placed her hand on his lips, silencing. "I'm not Stephanie, okay?"

"I have a confession to make," he nodded. "I'm not... I've never done anything like this before. You know, the aggressive stuff, the spanking. My only partner has ever been Stephanie... and... everything we've done has been from what I have read... or heard... or imagined. I'm not this experienced man-whore, Liz. And, well... It's just that I like you, Liz. I like you a lot. I like being with you. I like just talking to you. I like what we do when we... play. But I'm worried that maybe it's not what you're used to."

Liz frowned in confusion.

"I don't understand," she shook her head. "Used to what?"

"I don't know," Max shrugged his eyes still fixed on the foam. "You know, your experiences with your other partners."

Liz blinked again.

"Oh," she nodded slowly, realization dawning on her. "You thought... because... Max?" She took a deep breath. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Huh?" It was Max's turn to blink. "Mad? What for?" Oh, he thought. She was not taking this affair as seriously as he was.

"Max," she bit her bottom lip. "I've never had any other partners."

Max stared at her in silence, the shock evident in his eyes.

"Excuse me?" That was all his mind would allow him to say.

"You were my first, Max," she nodded, her turn to stare at the water. "I was a virgin that night you found me on your bed. I thought you knew."

Max remained silent. Liz continued to chew on her lip, expecting, and fearing an outburst from Max.

Max's mind, however, was the farthest from anger it could be. She had been a virgin? He had been her first? Of course, he believed her. Why should she lie? But where had all her experience come from? Reading? Word of mouth? The same way he had gained his experience? And that explained so much! Like how she could be so shy and embarrassed after their passion had ended. She had been a virgin? How had he not noticed that?

"Shit, Liz!" his outburst finally came, though it was not quite how she feared it. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me treat you like that?"

"Maybe because I really enjoyed it?"

She would not lie. She 'had' enjoyed it. She had loved it. Yes, last night's soft and romantic sex was great, but so too was the raw aggressive passion.

"You did?"

"Last night was great, Max," she nodded. "You know, really special. But that first time. That night, in your room... That was... awesome."

"That doesn't explain why you didn't tell me."

"What would you have done, if I had told you?"

"I would have stopped," Max shrugged. "And taken things slowly... gently."

"I didn't want that," Liz shook her head. "I wanted my first time to be memorable. And was it ever memorable! When you started so aggressively, it was kind of a shock... but it was something I got used to real fast. I was enjoying it. It got me hot. And I have enjoyed everything we have done, since."

"But... but you seemed so experienced... like nothing surprised you. Or frightened you."

"I'm a good listener, I guess," Liz shrugged. "Tess tells me everything she does in glorious, Technicolor detail."

"Tess is...?"

"Best friend. And she is way, way more experienced. So when it came to my first time, with you, I just went with the flow, and acted like I thought you wanted me to act. Every time since, too."

"I only did what I did because I got the impression that you were used to it." Wheels in Max's mind turned. "Wow. So I was your first, huh?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "And now that you know... You won't stop, will you? I really like being your naughty girl."

"You do, huh?"

Liz nodded.

"Well," Max looked around the room and noticed that they were alone. "Come here, you. You have been very, very naughty."

"Oh," she smirked. "Like you're going to do anything here and risk getting caught?"

"I say," Max pulled her from the water and led her to a bench. "Go with the flow.

Liz was over Max's knee, having her bared backside spanked before she could even react. Whatever her fears, it was clear that Max was enjoying their path as much as she was.


* * *


It was still only mid afternoon when Max dropped Liz a few doors from the Crashdown. They sat in the car just looking at one another. Neither wanted their time to end.

"I could always come over to yours for the rest of the afternoon," Liz finally broke the silence. She didn't want her day to end.

"Baseball practice," Max shook his head. "Valenti is going to be pretty mad that I skipped yesterday's session."

"I had a great time at my Prom, Max," she sighed. "Thank you."

"I did, too," Max smiled at her. "And I would love to take you to prom some other time."

"Yeah, I'd look forward to that. No Spa, this time," she shook her head. "I don't think I will ever forget the look of shock we gave that old couple as long as I live."

"No," Max chuckled. "It's not every day you get caught having sex like that."

"It's not every day we 'have' sex like that," she giggled. "I better..." she left it hanging. "Dad's going to wonder where the heck I am. Not to mention Tess and Isabel. They're going to give me the third degree. I wish we didn't have to keep this a secret."

"Me too," Max nodded. "But I think..."

"I understand," Liz released a long, slow breath.

"But you know..." Max looked up. "I'm willing to risk it, if you are,"

"You are?" she looked up in surprise.

"Sure I do. I hate all this sneaking around as much as you do. I want to take you on a real date, you know? I want to feel proud having you at my side. And not worry about who sees us."

They looked at one another in silence for a long time.

"See you, Max," Lix finally made the move. "Call me, okay?"

"Count on it."


* * *

Hi everyone!

I'm sorry that I have been neglecting my personal comments to you all, but that does not mean that I am not still loving your feedback. I am hoping to get back into the swing of regular weekly posts soon, but would you believe it, that my muse is trying to write three stories in my mind right now?

One is really developed and even though it quite suddenly morphed into a new and different path, veering dramatically away from the direction I had wanted to send it, I am quite excited by this new direction. Oh, and it's a Canon fic, too.

The second is something that had been dancig in my mind for a long time now, in a couple of different forms but with the same theme running through it. It's still a little unstable.

And the third has been completely mapped out, has a wonderful storyline and will be fun to write. I just need to figure out how I want to tell the story.

BUT, I guess you are more interested in this story right now, so without further ado...




The Devil Inside


Chapter 16


On the Monday morning after Senior Prom, the topic of conversation at any high school is going to be about the proceedings at the prom... or rather, 'after' the prom. And West Roswell High was no exception. Liz, Isabel and Tess had gathered with the rest of their friends at one of the tables in the quad. Liz listened as they discussed who did what to whom, and who went to which hotel afterwards. Some of the girls went out of their way to try and make Liz feel bad about missing out, but with memories of her own, they were not succeeding. Her cover story, it seemed, had worked.

Or so she had thought.

"Okay, Liz," Tess demanded when it was just the three of them. "Spill. Where were you? And more importantly, who were you with?"

"I told you," Liz shrugged, not meeting their eyes.

"Nuh uh," Isabel shook her head. "Your Dad called up to speak with you, wanting to tell you to have a good time."

"Oh, god," Liz paled. "He didn't."

"Lucky for you," Tess continued. "We put two and two together, Liz. We covered for you, big time."

"In spite of being majorly pissed off that you lied to us," Isabel huffed. "Good thing we're better friends to you than you are to us."

"Which means," Tess growled, "that according to best friend code, you owe us. You owe us big time. Bigger even than your first born."

"What do I owe you?" Liz raised her eyebrow.

"The truth, girl," Isabel demanded. "We want to know who, what, where and how many times."

"Jeez, Liz," Tess giggled. "You're even more active than me!"

"Says the girl who went away for spring break with her boyfriend!" Liz defended. "I only went away one night."

"You went away?" Isabel's jaw dropped. "Okay, easy one. Where did you go?"

"Las Vegas."

"Tell me you're not married!" Tess rushed out in one word, grabbing Liz's left hand.

"Not married," Liz shook her head. "But I have to tell you girls, on Sunday morning, if he had asked me to, I would have so married him."

"You're kidding, right?" Isabel seemed surprised. "I mean, how long have you known this guy?"

"Okay," Liz rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was kidding. But maybe one day. I've known him a while now."

"So it's love?"

"I don't know," Liz shook her head. "Maybe."

"And the guy obviously has money," Tess added. "So that's a plus. So that narrows it down. Who has money and wasn't at Prom last night?"

"Who said he goes to West Roswell?" Liz smirked.

"A college boy?" Tess' jaw dropped. "Tell me it wasn't..."

"It wasn't," Liz wrinkled her nose at the memory of that double date with Tess and her ex's buddy.

Liz's phone went off. Without thinking, she slid it open.

"Hello?"

"Hi sexy," a warm, rich voice went straight through her.

Blushing furiously, Liz turned away from her two friends.

"Hi, yourself," she couldn't help smiling.

"So, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, talking to my two best friends," she turned to look at them, finding them looking back at her. "you know, Tess and Isabel."

"Yeah, " Max replied. "I know you are."

"How?" she narrowed her eyes.

"I'm sitting in the park, across the road."

Liz surreptitiously turned to see Max sitting at a bench across the road.

"They have names for people like you," she giggled.

"They do, huh? "

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "You know I can't talk."

"I know," she could hear him chuckle. "But I can. Are you wearing any panties today? "

"What?" she gasped, turning away from her friends. She got up and took a few steps away.

"If I tell you to, would you take them off?"

"No way!"

"Hmmmmm..."

"Don't you dare!" she ordered.

"Liz?" Isabel called out. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she looked over her shoulder. "Be with you guys in a sec." She returned back to her phone. "Please, not now, okay?"

"I bet you're wet," he laughed.

"Oh, god," Liz looked skyward.

"Are you?"

"Yes," she nodded with closed eyes.

"Mmmmm," Max sighed. "I wish I could see for myself. Anyway, that's not why I called. Toby's coming over this weekend, to make up for missing last weekend. And I have baseball practice Friday night. I was kind of hoping you could babysit."

"Of course I can," she agreed almost too eagerly.

"No, really, Liz. Babysit."

"Really," she laughed. "Of course I will."

"Great! Look forward to seeing you. Bye, Liz."

"Bye," she waited until she knew he was gone. "Love you."

Tess and Isabel were grinning at her when she turned back.

"You have so got to tell us who he is!" Isabel demanded.

Liz was literally saved by the bell. That and a loudspeaker message summoning her to the Student Counselor's office.


* * *


Liz sat alone at the top of the bleachers, staring into the distance. Dried tear tracks showed that she had, until recently, shed more than a few tears. Her mind was a million miles away. She neither saw, nor felt, anything.

"Earth to Liz," a hand waved in front of her. "You okay?"

"Tess," Liz blinked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Where did you spring from?"

"Spring?" Tess frowned. "Liz, we've been looking all over for you. No one has seen you since you went to the Councilor's office. You okay?"

"No," Liz shook her head.

"What's up? You look real down," Tess sat next to her friend.

"Three more weeks," was all Liz said.

"Whoosh," Tess replied, passing the flat of her hand over the top of her own head.

"Sorry," Liz shook her head. "I got a call from my college."

"Yeah, and?" Tess looked confused. "You haven't lost your place or anything, have you?"

"No, no," Liz shook her head. "Nothing like that. Anyway, I only have three more weeks."

"Until?"

"Until," Liz swallowed. "Until I leave for a summer semester."

"What?" Tess's jaw dropped.

"They want me to attend a special course they run. They think it will really help with the classes I want to take.

"Ah, I see," Tess nodded. "That's why you are so sad. 'Cause you're going to miss out on all the fun and all the parties I planned for the summer?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "Kind of."

"What else?" Like Tess didn't know.

"It's M... my boyfriend," Liz looked away into the distance.

"So he's a boyfriend, now?" Tess raised her eyebrows. "Since when? And how come I haven't met him already?"

"Oh, Tess," Liz sighed. "It's just too complicated right now. I don't really know if he's a boyfriend or not and I think, no, I know... I've fallen in love with him."

"Can't you still see him when you go to college? I mean, where are you going?"

"Berkeley."

"As in San Francisco?" Tess widened her eyes. "Bummer."

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "It seemed a good idea at the time. Tess, can you do me a really huge favor?"

"Name it," Tess nodded.

"Can we keep this between just you and me? This is our secret, okay?"

"Of course," Tess drew a cross over her chest. "Why the secrecy?"

"Because I have to tell my Dad, first," Liz nodded her thanks. "Then Isabel, and Alex, and then... I don't want someone to find out until I can tell him myself."

She would have to make sure she told Max before she told his sister.


* * *


"So where's Isabel?" Max passed the bowl of potatoes across the table to his father. He was having a rare dinner with his parents.

"Out with Alex," Philip spoke in a clipped tone. "On a school night."

"Schools almost over, Dad," Max rolled his eyes. "She graduates on Friday. If she doesn't know it now she never will."

"It's just... hard to let go," his father shook his head. "All these years, and now..."

Silence fell over the table again.

"Why so glum, Max?" Diane asked.

"What makes you think I'm glum?" Max looked up in surprise.

"Because I'm your mother," she rolled her eyes. "I've been able to gauge your mood since the day you were born."

"It's this interview I have with these new clients of ours, tomorrow."

"Oh?" Philip frowned. "It's a great opportunity, Max. Won't it mean a promotion at McCarthy and Kale?"

"Yeah," Max nodded. "It will."

"Why should that depress you?" Philip was confused, now.

"Because I found out more details, today," Max nodded. "I found out where the interview is."

"I thought you said it was at the office," Diane was watching her son.

"I did," Max agreed. "They never said which one. Until today."

"Which one?" his mother's voice went quiet. She knew the answer.

"We only have one other office," Max stared at his plate. "New York. These new clients are based in New York."

"So..." Diane started, but couldn't finish.

"So if you're successful, then not only will you not see much of us... there's Toby."

"Yeah," Max nodded. "And there's someone else, too. I'm kind of seeing someone."

"Oh, Max," her knife and fork fell to her plat with a clatter. Diane saw an opportunity to discuss something far better than the impending move of her son to the east coast. "Who? Why haven't we met her yet?"

"Because I'm not quite sure if we're in a relationship or not," he shrugged his shoulders by way of an apology. "I mean, I like her. I like spending time with her. I just don't know what she thinks. It might be just a casual friendship thing to her. You know?"

"Does she know about Toby?" Philip asked.

"Yeah," Max nodded. "And I know it doesn't bother her. But I doubt that I could ask her to move."

"Move?" Diane blinked. "Is it that serious?"

"It is for me," Max whispered.


* * *

"Hi, Liz," Max had waited until he was sure she was finished with her studies.

"Hi, Max," his voice always cheered her up. But he sounded as down as she felt.

"I haven't called to play, or anything, Liz," he sighed. "I just needed to talk to someone."

"Oh, Max," she could tell that something big was bothering him. "What's up?"

"It's this whole situation, Liz," Max sighed. "With Toby."

"Is there a problem?" she moved to sit in a more comfortable position.

"I don't know," Max groaned. "I don't think so. But what if I'm creating one?"

Liz's heart plummeted. Was Max suggesting that him being with her was causing him problems? Was he breaking up with her?

"In what way?" she manages to ask in a tight voice.

"I mean, this backwards and forwards between Stephanie and I. What's it doing to him, Liz? Do you think he would be better off in a stable environment with a mom and a dad in the same house?"

"I don't know, Max. I mean... my parents split up when I was a lot older than Toby, but... And I know how much Toby loves you. I really don't know what to say, Max. What are you trying to say?" Please don't let it be that he wants to get back together with Toby's mom.

"I don't know. Except maybe... maybe I should... I don't know."

"Max," Liz sighed. "I don't know what to say."

"Oh, god," Max growled. "This is such a fucked up mess. I would say I wish I never met her, except then, I wouldn't have Toby at all, so I would never say that."

"Do you need some company, Max?"

She was more than prepared to drive out to him.

"Thanks Liz," his voice fell to a soft, affectionate murmur. "But I'll let you get some sleep, now. Oh, don't forget I'll be out of town for a few days. I'll be back Thursday. Okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Max."

"Bye. Oh, and Liz?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For listening."

"Anytime, Max," she hoped he could feel the love she was sending him. "Anytime."


* * *


Tuesday had been a long day for Liz. With the mood she had been in, in part due to her news regarding college, and in part to Max's trip to New York, she had not been pleasant company. She had spent most of the day just wanting to be alone. So much so, when school finally broke up for the day, Liz decided that joining the rest of her peers at the Crashdown was the polar opposite to what she wanted to do. All day, guys had been asking her out. People she hardly knew had wanted to talk to her. She wondered what the heck was going on with them. And some of her friends were whispering things, too. So, instead of heading for home, she headed for what she now considered her other home. She headed for Max's.

She knew that Max wasn't there, but that did not deter her. If she could not be with him, she would do the next best thing; she would spend time where his scent still lingered. After all, she still had his key and she really doubted that he would mind. As long as those friends of his did not drop by for a surprise visit. She might find that hard to explain.

For the rest of the afternoon, Liz swam naked in his pool, and soaked up the sun. As the air started to chill, she went up to his room, and sat on the very bed that he had taken her virginity. Was it really only three weeks ago? After putting on one of his shirts, she wandered into his office and looked at the various pictures, drawings and notes. Sharing his things like this made her feel like a part of his life. That was when she spotted his digital camera. With a wicked grin on her face, Liz wrote out a small yellow stick-it note which read "Look at me" and took the camera, into his bedroom. She was going to have some fun with this.


* * *


Max pushed his door open and stepped from the midday heat into the cool interior of his home. He looked around and gave a small sigh. With his suit bag still slung over his shoulder, Max climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Entering his room, he dumped his bags on the bed. He moved into his office and, after retrieving a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator, he stepped out onto his verandah. In his pocket, his cell phone started to ring. He glanced at the ID before he answered it. It was his boss.

"Hi Mr. McCarthy... Yeah. I just got back... They did, huh?... Yes, sir. That is good news... Well... thanks for letting me know... Yes, no problem... Thanks... Bye."

After putting his phone down on the table, Max fell back into a chair, a forlorn look of loss etched on his face. He sat in the sun until his bottle of water started to turn warm. Standing up again, he moved to the railing where he stared down at the pool. Raising his eyes, he looked across the valley toward Roswell. Going back to his chair, he stared at his phone. Finally, he picked it up. Max pressed a speed-dial button and waited.

"Hi, Mom," he spoke at last. "It's me... Yeah, just got in... No, no, I'm okay... Just thought I'd call to let you know the news... I got the contract... Yeah, I start two weeks on Monday... Two weeks and three days left in Roswell before I leave."


* * *


The day they had all been looking forward to for so long had finally arrived. Friday. Graduation Day. She had made it. Liz had graduated at last. She had sat patiently among her peers as they listened to long speeches and had been called up, one by one, to receive their diploma, and stand on the makeshift stage, the class of 2008. Waiting for the final students to be called, Liz looked out into the crowd. She sought and found her father, his beaming smile so blatant. He was so proud of her, and it gave her a thrill to think that she had fulfilled her potential, and his trust in her. A few rows back, she saw her mom. She too was smiling proudly, sitting beside her new partner who was talking on his cell phone.

She easily found Tess's parents, along with the Whitman's. And there was Mr. and Mrs. Evans. And sitting next to them, come to see his sister graduate, was Max. Toby was sitting on his lap, grinning at his aunt. The little boy even spotted her and gave a little wave. Smiling, Liz waved back. Max also caught her eye. He flashed her a huge smile and mouthed a single word. 'Congratulations.'

'Oh, god," she asked herself. "How can I give my valedictorian speech now?'

Quite suddenly, everything in her speech seemed to have a double meaning.

But she got through it, and ended with the introduction, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the class of 2008!"

A final loud series of whoops, a loud and long applause accompanied by a shower of maroon caps and it was over. Liz was no longer a high school student. All she had to endure now were the inevitable photos.


"Congratulations, Liz," Jeff Parker hugged his daughter. "I guess it's official. You're all grown up now."

"Dad," Liz rolled her eyes in embarrassment.

"Oh, Liz, honey!" her mother pushed her way through the crowds. "Oh, darling, I'm so proud of you!"

"Hi, mom," the two women hugged. "Thanks for coming."

"Oh," she waved her hand in the air. "It was nothing. How about you come over tonight, for dinner? It's been ages since you came over to see us."

"Oh, mom," Liz looked across to her mother's partner and shuddered at the look he was giving her. "I'm really sorry, but I can't."

"I understand," Nancy nodded. "You have a graduation party to attend, huh?"

"Something like that, mom," Liz nodded, linking her arm into her father's.

"Well, sometime soon, okay?" her mother persisted. "And definitely before you jet off to college. You know, family ties are very important. And a mother's love for her..."

"Sure, mom," Liz nodded, her mind wandering until she spotted Max with his family. "Oh, hey! There's Mr. and Mrs. Evans with Isabel." She started to pull her father. "Let's go say hi."

"Oh, well..." Nancy balked. "Well you run along and have fun now. But call me, okay?"

"Okay, mom," Liz kissed her cheek before she steered her father toward the Evans.


Liz and Isabel exchanged hugs and congratulations with each other and each other's parents.

"Yeah," Max nodded, stepping up to Liz. "Congratulations."

Although his hug was only that of a friend, he goosed her. She hid her blush well, even looking behind to make sure no one else saw. She tried to give Max the evil eye but she found he looked to damned adorable trying to keep an innocent look on his face.

"My, how you girls have grown," Dianne Evans took Liz's hands in hers. "You look just like the grown young women you are.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Max lick his lips. Her blush was not only from Mrs. Evans comment.

"You must be so proud, Jeff," Philip shook Jeff's hand. "Liz being the valedictorian."

"Well," he smiled at his daughter. "That's my Lizzie. But you have every reason to be proud, yourselves. Raising two very fine young people."

It was Max and Isabel's turn to blush.


"Okay," Tess grabbed Liz by her shoulders. "Pam is throwing the mother of all parties tonight. So you me and Isabel, we gather at my place and..."

"Sorry," Liz shook her head. "Can't."

"Can't?" Isabel blinked. "But Liz. It's graduation. What do you mean, can't?"

"I'm babysitting, tonight," she shrugged. "Max has baseball practice. You know, for Sunday's game. And he already asked me if I would sit for him."

"Well," Tess frowned, her mind spinning. "Doesn't practice finish at nine? Can't you come after? The party will only just be starting to get warmed up, then."

"We'll see," Liz nodded. She was hoping that Max would be keeping her longer. Much longer. And for a different kind of sitting.


* * *


"'Night Toby," Liz whispered to the sleeping tot as she pulled the sheet over his shoulders. "Sleep tight."

The sitting had been easy. Toby really was a well behaved child and they had fun playing childish games together. Now, however, he was asleep, and it was time to entertain another Evans boy. Only this one would want to play more adult games. She had planned to be sitting in his sofa, naked, waiting for him. She was just starting to unbutton her shirt when there was a knock at the door.

"Can I help you?" Liz asked the very beautiful, sandy haired woman at the door. Towering over her as she did, and immaculately dressed, she made Liz feel like the schoolgirl she was. She was glad that this woman had not called just ten minutes later.

"SO, this is Max's place," the woman walked by Liz as though she did not exist. She stood in the entrance hall, looking up and around.

"Uh, yeah," Liz nodded, closing the door.

She had a bad feeling about this. Had Max found someone new? Someone...older?

"I've never been inside before," the attractive woman kept looking arond as she wandered through to the dining room. She paid no attention to Liz at all. "Impressive. God, he must be making a packet, now. So, where is he?"

"Uh," Liz stammered. "He's out at the moment. Baseball practice."

"Baseball?" the woman's voice was almost a sneer. "He's still playing?"

Her bad feeling grew worse. This woman knew Max from way back. From his past.

"This is only a once a year game," she swallowed. "Senior team against the Alumni."

"Sounds nice," the woman sounded bored. "I'll wait. Where's Toby?"

"He's asleep, actually," Liz was feeling worse by the moment.

"So you're Toby's babysitter, right? Liz?"

"Uh, yeah," Liz nodded. Is this how Max has explained her? She was starting to feel a little used. "I'm sorry, but... who are you?"

"Oh," the woman looked up. "I'm sorry, dear. I'm Stephanie. Max's wife. Well, ex-wife, I guess. I'm Toby's mother."


* * *


As he climbed from his Chevy, Max frowned at the big, black Beemer that stood in his driveway, next to Liz's Bug.

"What is Stephanie doing here?" he asked himself.

Whatever it was, he did not think this would be good. His plans... well, his hopes had been that having returned home from Baseball practice all sweaty and in need of a shower, Liz would join him... to wash his back... and other interesting places. His ex-wife's appearance had changed those plans.


He entered his house to find Liz looking very uncomfortable.

"Hi, Liz," the look of sympathy he gave her belied his upbeat greeting.

"Hi, Mr. E," she tried her best to sound like 'just' a babysitter. "How did practice go?"

"Good," he grinned. "Really good. Might have a surprise or two lined up. Oh, hello Stephanie."

"Hello, Max," Stephanie walked into the hallway.

"Is there a problem?" Max frowned.

"No, no," she shook her head. "No problem. I just wanted to talk to you and I figured it would be better to do it personally."

"Oh?" Max frowned.

Stephanie leveled her gaze upon Liz who took the hint.

"Okay," she nodded. "Well, I guess I better get going now. I can just make that party Tess and Isabel invited me to."

"Right, Max nodded, patting his pockets. He pulled out his wallet. Drawing out two twenties, he handed them to Liz. "Well, thanks again, Liz."

"No problemo, Mr. E," Liz walked through to the dining room where her purse and her keys lay on the table, keeping her head low all the time.

Max and Stephanie followed her, but went through to the living room while Liz returned to the hall.

"She seems nice," Liz, lingering by the door, heard Stephanie remark.

"Liz?" Max replied. "Yeah. She's great. Toby adores her. So what did you want to talk to me about, Stephanie?"

"I'm sorry, Max," she blurted. "I made a huge mistake in letting you go. I should have been stronger. I should have held on to what we had. Max? I want to discuss a reconciliation."

Liz's heart was pounding. She so wanted to hear Max reject her. Max, however, remained silent.

"For Toby's sake, if not ours," Stephanie drove the last nail.


* * *


Liz had very nearly dropped her keys when she had heard Stephanie come out with that last comment. She could not listen anymore and after silently closing the door, she had sped away in her Bug, tears streaming down her face. She could hardly see the road. It was all too much for her.

Stephanie wanted Max back. That beautiful, graceful woman who was Max's first love wanted him back.

Somehow, Liz had made it home. She did not go to the party. Instead, she sat on her balcony and stared eastwards, to the pinpricks of light in the hills that might have been Max's house. Were they now making love? It wasn't fair. How could she compete with Stephanie? Especially since she was leaving for college soon, and would be out of sight and out of mind. And she knew, from the strange conversation she had with Max the other evening, that he would take his ex-wife back if only for Toby's sake.

She had lost him.


* * *

Hi everyone!

TWO Saturdays in a row. Just like old times!

Thanks again for your comments. I'm glad that you continue to enjoy the story. As for last week's ep... well, you know I can't write a story without at least ONE cliffhanger, right? The question is, how long will I make you, and Liz suffer?

So, lets get straight in there and find out, shall we?


The Devil Inside


Chapter 17


After only an hour of work, Liz had regretted volunteering to help out with the Saturday morning shift. It had already been one of those days. If one more person wished her a good morning when it so clearly wasn't, then... The ringing of the bell made her look up. Max and Toby walked into the crowded Crashdown and found an empty booth in her section.

"Great," her face fell as low as her broken heart.

He initial reaction was to hide. She wanted to get as far away from what she knew was coming as possible. She was fervently glad that Stephanie had not come in with them.

"He probably brought Toby to make sure I didn't cause a scene," she snarled. "When he tells me how it was fun but now it's over."

"Excuse me?" Jilly, one of the new young waitresses was looking at Liz in confusion.

"Nothing," Liz snapped. "Get back to work."

Putting on a brave face, Liz approached the table. She would show him. She would show him that she really didn't care. In fact, as soon as he said that it was over, she was going to wave it off like it had meant nothing. 'What's over? You mean you thought there was something between us?'

"Good morning," she greeted them like any other customer. "My name is Liz and I'm your waitress today. What can I get you?"

"Morning, Liz," both of the Evans boys replied at once, Max raising a quizzical eyebrow.

"Do you have anything non-fried for Toby?" Max looked from Liz to the menu. He wondered why she was treating them like this. He quickly glanced to see if her father was watching.

"Sure," Liz nodded. "How about some Cheerios? Do you like Cheerios, Toby?"

"Mmmmm," Toby licked his lips while he rubbed his tummy.

"Of course, we call them "Milky Way Asteroids," Liz forced a grin, making a note on her pad.

"And some OJ, please," Max added as Toby started to play with some toys he had brought. "And I'll just have some toast. Whatever spacey name you give it."

"Space toast," Liz wrote with no hint of a smile. "And a coffee?"

"Please," Max nodded. "Uh, is everything okay?"

"Just hunky dory," she gave him a fake smile.

"O-kay," Max nodded. "'Cause I was wondering... Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come up and babysit today."

"Oh," Liz's bravado fell. He wanted to break up with her privately. Of course. She looked at Toby engrossed with his toys and then down at her feet. "Is this anything to do with Toby's mom and what she came around for last night?"

"You heard," Max stated with a nod, Liz's mood making sense.

"Yeah," she whispered. "And it's okay, Max. I understand. Toby needs a mom and a dad and I have college and..."

"I don't think you do understand, Liz," Max sneaked his hand out and touched the back of her hand. "Have you seen today's copy of the Albuquerque Times?"

Liz shook her head.

"Well, I told her no, Liz," he told her. "I told her that I would never be able to trust her again. And besides..."

"Besides?" she raised an eyebrow.

"I told her there was someone else."

"You told her about us?" her face went white.

"Not mentioning names, no," Max shook his head. "But yes. I told her I was seeing someone. Someone special."

Her heart leapt back to life.

"So..." she started to turn red. "So.I'm special?"

Max just gave a slow nod.

"What does the newspaper say?" she looked around to see if anyone was reading a copy. Over there. She crossed the room, and pushed the man's paper up so that she could read the headline.

"Local Banker Caught in Laundry Sting."

"I don't understand," she returned to Max, leaving an annoyed and confused customer staring after her.

"Stephanie's new partner," Max smirked. "The guy she left me for. Turns out, he's been doing a little money laundering with his firm's money. He got caught and Stephanie has lost her meal ticket. All of his assets have been frozen. She was hoping that I would be as weak as I was when we were together before."

"Max," Liz frowned. "What's going to happen to...." She nodded at Toby, who was still happily playing with a couple of small Transformer toys.

"She still has custody," Max shrugged. "And I suppose I could contest that now, but she is a good mother to him. She'll probably just have to move in with her parents. And I still make payments for his care."

"So you and her..."

"Not going to happen," Max shook his head.

"And today, you're going..."

"Nowhere," he smiled. "No practice today, either. Want to babysit?"

"You betcha!" Liz grinned. "Let me go get your breakfast."


* * *


The sun was high in the sky when Liz pulled up in front of Max's home. She stepped from her Bug and standing on her high heels, she smoothed her light summer dress over her hips. Using her key, she let herself into Max's house, momentarily pretending it was 'their' house. With her bag over her shoulder, Liz followed the sounds of playful laughter out onto the patio. Max and Toby were already in the water, playing with an assortment of inflatable toys.

"Liz!" Toby squealed, kicking his legs furiously so that he could guide the ring in which he was sitting to the steps.

"Hiya, Toby," she waved at him. "Hi, Max."

"Hi, Liz," he gave her a look filled with lust.

The sun was slightly behind her and he could see her form in silhouette through the dress.

"D'ja bring a swim suit Liz?" Toby started to call, giving up on getting out of the pool. If Mohammed can't get to the mountain...

"I sure did," she winked at him. She looked up at Max. "One suitable for four year old boys."

Max gave a pout, making Liz laugh.

"And another one suitable for later," she winked.

Max broke into a lecherous grin.

"I'll just go and change," she pointed to the house.


Ten minutes later, Liz was wearing a modest one piece swimsuit and climbing into the water, much to the delight of Toby. As a threesome, they played together, pushing Toby around the pool on his floats, teaching him to swim and generally horsing around. The patio was echoing to the sound of laughter and the occasional shriek from Liz.

"You about ready for your nap, Sport?" Max smiled when Toby released yet another large yawn.

"No," he shook his head.

"Of course you're not," Max gently lifted him from the water. "Come on. We'll get you into bed and when you wake up we can play some more."

"Promise?" his big, tired eyes looked at his father's.

"Of course," Max nodded.

"Will Liz be here?"

"Of course I will, munchkin," she smiled, taking his little hand in hers.

"Come on then," Max took him into the house and upstairs to the main bathroom.

After drying the little boy, who was almost asleep on his feet, Max him into a pair of pajamas and laid him on his bed. Toby was fast asleep before his head hit the pillow.

"Sleep tight, Sport," Max leaned over and kissed Toby on his cheek.


Stepping back out onto the patio, he stopped dead in his tracks. Liz was now laying out on one of the sun-beds, totally naked and glistening with suntan oil. His heart started to pound.

"Do you like my swim suit?" she grinned at him.

"Not sure," he shook his head, casting a critical eye over her. "I think I'm going to need a closer look."

"Why don't you do that, then," she smirked, holding her arms out in welcome to him.


"Stay the night," he whispered hoarsely as they lay in one another's arms, basking in the sun and savoring the post love making glow.

"I don't know, Max..." she hesitated. "I..."

"Stay the night," he urged again, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Okay," she breathed hotly, nodding her head.

Max couldn't help hoping that Toby would be asleep for a very long time.


* * *


It wasn't the thunder that woke him up. Neither was it the lightening. It was Toby.

"Daddy," the young boy was clearly frightened as he leapt up onto the bed. "I don't like it. I don't like the fundering and lightning."

The clock next to his bed said that it was past two am. The night was being lit by a desert electrical storm.

"Oh, Toby," Mac peeled the sheets back for his son to climb in next to him. He was glad that he had put his boxers on after he had made love with Liz. His heart raced when he suddenly remembered that a very naked Liz was still asleep on the other side of him. How irresponsible had he been? But then, sometimes, Liz did that to him.

"Is Liz scared of the fundering too?" his big, wide eyes noticed her anyway.

"Yes, Sport," Max grinned at Liz, trying hard not to laugh. "She is."

Liz was biting the sheet, her face buried in the shelter of Max's neck. She couldn't help giggling at the absurdity of it all.

"I'll, uh..." he whispered, "go with him to his own bed."



* * *


Toby had still been asleep when Liz crept out of the bed that morning. She even kept a sheet wrapped around her in case the young boy woke up. They had discussed this last night. Liz would sneak out of the room, shower and dress downstairs, and appear at the front door, hopefully tricking Toby into believing Liz had not spent the night. The picnic, and the much awaited baseball game was today, and they really could do without Toby letting something embarrassing slip.


"Over there, Dad," Liz pointed to a family group already sitting on blankets. "It's the Evans. Let's go sit with them."

"Sure," he nodded. "You're pretty good friends with Isabel, and I'm good friends with Philip and Max. Why not?"

"Hey guys," Liz sat on the blanket next to Isabel.

"Hi, Liz," Diane smiled at Isabel's little friend. "See who we have here, today?" She was playing with Toby. "Because he couldn't come up last weekend, Stephanie let him come up this weekend."

"Oh, Max," she smiled at him. "He gets to see you get creamed at baseball today."

"Thanks," Max rolled his eyes. It was killing him not to go to her and kiss her.

"You didn't tell them?" Liz looked at Isabel. "About us cheerleading?" she mouthed.


"No," Isabel shook her head. "Surprise them at the game."

"What's this?" Jeff raised an eyebrow. "A surprise? I like surprises."

"Later, Dad," Liz shook her head.


As a small group, they shared their picnic lunch. After they had eaten their fill, the grandparents took the opportunity to play with Toby.

"I'm stuffed," Liz stood up and rubbed her stomach. "Anyone feel up to taking a little walk?"

"No, thanks," Diane and Philip both shook their heads, returning their attention to Toby.

"Not me," Jeff groaned. "Best thing to do after a meal like that is to sleep it off."

"Isabel?" Liz raised her eyebrow. "Alex?"

"Going to work on my tan," Isabel shook her head. "Ask Max."

"Max?" Liz tried to hide her smirk of victory. She gave him a hungry look.

"Okay," Max tried to sound nonchalant. "Seeing as my folks have monopolized my son.

"Don't wear yourself out, son," Philip advised as the two of them started to follow the path that lead down toward the woods.

Max couldn't help wondering if he suspected something. Liz couldn't help laughing.


They walked off into the woods, eager to be by themselves for just a while. While neither had designs on anything more than a heavy make out session, neither did they rule out anything more. Once they were well into the trees Max grabbed Liz and pulled her into his body for a kiss. When they continued walking, they held one another's hand.

"Do you think there's any chance that anyone else will come this way?" Liz looked around.

"Why don't we just keep walking," Max smiled, lifting Liz's hand and kissing it.

"Okay," she breathed.

They continued to walk, following a path through the trees until they could no longer hear the voices of the people from the picnic. Again, they stopped and their bodies melded together.

"It's just so good to be in your arms," Liz murmured into Max's chest.

"It's good to have you there," Max nodded.

"Let's leave the path," she urged, "Let's find a place where we won't be interrupted.

"What are you saying, Ms. Parker," Max arched his eyebrow. "Are you trying to disable me before the game? Got a big bet on the away team?"

"Busted," Liz grinned. "It's all been a set up from the start. "You know, to make sure that the Varsity team wins. Should have seen who I had to get to, last year."

"Oh?" Max laughed. "Not sure I like the sound of that."

"Shut up and help me find somewhere private."

Moving from the path, they found a small glade, dappled by the afternoon sun.

"It's perfect," Liz smiled.

"Perfect for what?" Max winked.

"A little outdoor fantasy of mine," Liz looked at Max and licked her lips.

"Fantasy, huh?" Max's eyes grew darker.

"And either you've got your baseball bat in your jeans," Liz smirked, "or you're thinking along my lines. I wish I'd thought to bring a blanket."

"The grass looks soft enough," Max looked at the tufts of grass that grew in the sheltered desert soil.

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "But do you wanna explain the grass stains on the back of my dress when we get back?"

"We should have brought a blanket," Max nodded.


He smiled as he approached Liz. He reached forward and pulled her face to his to start things off with some gentle kisses and his fingers danced across her chin. As Liz pulled him to deepen the kiss, Max raised the temperature by allowing his hands to roam under the skirt of her dress and caressing the bare skin above the waistband of her panties. Liz traced the waistband to Max's jeans in retaliation. She did not stop there, however, quickly unfastening the button and working his fly open. She reached her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around her target.

"Liz," Max sighed.

Whatever he had thought was about to happen, he had not counted on Liz's next move. She dropped slowly to her knees and as she pulled his iron erection free, she licked her lips and looked up into his eyes. She then leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the soft dome.

"Oh, Liz," Max whispered, his eyes closed in bliss. "Oh, that feels good."

His knees shaking, Max started to lower himself to the dry ground. Liz moved with him, keeping her lips on his hard shaft. While she knelt over him, Max's hand reached for her hips, sliding beneath her dress. Groaning under her ministration, Max started to pull her panties over her hips, with Liz wriggling her torso to assist him. Slipping a couple of fingers between her thighs, he soon found her wetness. Liz groaned as his fingers started to dance over her own piece of hardened flesh.

Her orgasm started to approach, faster than Max's.

Oh, god!" she exclaimed as her body collapsed beside him. "Now, Max. Make love to me now."

Pulling up her dress, Max rolled over so that he was nestled between her opened legs. She started to move her hips, seeking his hardness, wanting it to pierce her. Holding himself away from her search, Max leaned back and appraised her body, dappled by the sunlight streaming through the trees. He marveled at the look of hunger that he had evoked in her eyes.

Max positioned himself against her wet lips. Liz sighed with pleasure when she knew that she was about to find what she had been searching for. But Max just held himself in place, watching her.

"Mmmmmmm-aaax," she begged, raising her hips to try and meet him. "Fill me up. Fill me now."

Suddenly, Max gave her what she wanted... needed. She gasped with the intense pleasure it gave her as he slid into her as fast and hard as he could. It was as though he was trying to bury himself in her. And Liz, for her part, was doing everything in her power to help him. As they ground against one another, their orgasms were mounting. Liz matched Max's rhythm with her own hips. Perhaps wanting to prolong the pleasure, Max started to slow down.

"No," she gasped, shaking her head. "Faster! Hard! Make me come, baby! Make me come!"

"Yes," Max gasped. "Come for me, baby. Come for me."

Like the good little love slave that she was, Liz obeyed his order. She came. She came long and hard, her low, guttural moan sounding like something from the nature that surrounded them. Her moan turned into a whine as her voice rose in both pitch and volume. Just at her zenith, Max came with her, his own cry a perfect decant to her cries.


They lay in the shaded glade for some time, regaining their breath. The young couple held one another, perhaps trying to fortify themselves to deliver the crushing news that they had still not shared. Neither could say or do much, save for the gentle touches and caresses they shared after that intense orgasm.

"I guess we should head back," Max finally broke the comfortable silence.

"Do we have to?" Liz complained.

"Yeah," Max nodded. "I have a ball game to play."

"We can play ball right here," she giggled.

"And have me explain to your dad why I missed the big game?" Max cocked an eyebrow. "That's gonna go down well. Sorry I missed the ball game, Jeff. I was balling your daughter."

"Chicken," Liz smirked.

"Brawk-awk!" Max clucked. He started to rise, helping Liz up at the same time. "It's time to head back to the others."

"I better change into my cheerleading uniform fast," Liz pulled the back of her dress around to brush her hand over the scuffed material. "I hope no one will see these grass stains."

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Hi peeps!

Thanks again for your kinf words and support. And I am sorry that this did not get posted last night, but here we are...

Lots of fun today. I had a blast writing this chapter.

Hope you all enjoy it.




The Devil Inside


Chapter 18


It had caused quite a sensation when Liz and the others emerged from the changing rooms dressed in white, clearly ready to cheer on the Alumni team. To the large crowd of spectators, it was endearing. The daughters of the Alumni team were cheering on their fathers. And in one case, a sister cheering her brother as well. If only they had known that one was even cheering on her lover. The other cheerleaders were a little peeved at first, but they saw the funny side to it and welcomed the competition. For the Varsity team, however, it was almost a sense of betrayal. Especially for Kyle Valenti who could not help scowling at Liz and the others as they sang a little ditty about the Alumni Team being the best. The fathers - as well as the brother and the lover - were pleasantly surprised, pleased as punch and intensely proud of their girls' loyalty.

To the applause of the spectators and the cheers of the quintet of young girls, the Alumni team took the field, ready to warm up before the start of the first innings. While Jim threw practice pitches at Jeff, warming his arm, Max threw a ball around the infield with the others, all of them getting their arms ranged for the throws they knew that they would be making all day, hoping to keep the score down.

"Batter up!" the umpire who also doubled as team coach called out.


Terry Raines was the first up. He let Jim's first two pitches go, one strike and one ball before hitting a line drive right up the middle, just past Jim's outstretched glove. The ball bounced just a little in front of Max who was racing across the field to cover it. Scooping it easily into his glove, the ball flew to his right hand and was launched with pinpoint accuracy to Ed Harding standing with his foot touching first base. An easy catch and an easy out.

"That's one away!" Jim called out as he turned to look at his team, holding one hand in the air with one outstretched finger. "Way to hustle, Max!"

After letting the first two pitches go, Paulie managed to connect with Jim's third pitch but this lofted high into the air, right into left field where Juan Cortex made another easy out.

"Two away," Jim hailed as the ball was relayed back to him.


Kyle was third in the bating order. He stepped confidently up to home and after banging the bat on the plate, took his stance. Jim waved off the first few signals from Jeff before giving a little nod. Like the others before him. Kyle let Jim's first two pitches go. Both were balls. Jim managed to put the ball across the plate but Kyle mistimed his swing. In fact, Jim took him to a full count, three balls and two strikes. On the money pitch, Kyle managed a line drive that earned him the first base hit of the game, being held up at first base by a throw from the outfield to Allan on second. Max was backing him up in case he missed.

"Okay, guys," Kyle called from on top of the bag at first base. "Let's start running up the score. Bring me in Johnny!"


Johnny Briggs, the big clean up hitter stood at the plate, staring at Jim, almost daring him to give him a strike.

Jim glanced over his left shoulder to see Kyle taking his lead. Max had moved a step or two further from second base than he had been with no runners. Kyle gave a little smirk. As Jim went into the pitch, Kyle watched his father's foot. At the right moment, Kyle took off. The pitch, however, had been deliberately wide. Even before Kyle started, Max was already in motion. He took Jeff's throw in his stride and swept his glove low to the ground, tagging Kyle even as he was sliding into the base.

"Out!" the second base umpire called out, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

Max trotted to the bench, pausing only to drop the ball by the pitcher's mound.

"Good hustle," he congratulated everyone. "Good hustle."

The cheerleaders were dancing with glee. Liz even winked at Max as he walked past her. The crowd was on their feet with applause. The Alumni had just held the Varsity team to their first run-less inning in the history of the game.


* * *


Because of his youth, and being the only person on the team even remotely capable of stealing a base, Max had been given the position of lead off hitter. So it was that he stood over the home plate, his eyes fixed on Kyle Valenti's glove in which the ball was hiding while Kyle shook off the catcher's signals.

"Come on, Max!" some one called.

"Hit a homer!" a girl called. Max was sure that it had been Liz.

Kyle's first pitch hissed as it flew past Max.

"Strike!" the umpire called.

"Easy out!" came the call from the infield. "Put him away, Kyle."

Max just ground his teeth, Michael's words of advice coming back to him.

"Always let the first pitch go, Max," Michael had told him. "Get his measure. Then, see what the coach's signal is. But always give him that first pitch."

Max tightened his grip on the bat, hovering over his right shoulder. There was no signal amongst the confusing dance of hands and gestures from the third base coach. Jim Valenti. After all, Max knew what he had to do. Just get on base.

Kyle threw the same pitch again. A fast ball. Max connected with it and a blooper just beyond the third baseman earned him a base it.

Kyle had already thrown his glove to the ground in disgust. He had promised a no-hitter.


While Ed took his place in the batter's box, Max was watching for the signals from Jim. A call for a bunt to the batter and a steal signal to the runner. Max's heart started to thud heavily when he took a few paces from first base in readiness, close enough to make it back to the base should Kyle try for a pick off. Crouching low, his arms spread, Max watched Kyle's feet carefully. As soon as Kyle had switched his pitching stance from the windup position to the set position, Max started to sprint for second. Ed successfully laid down an impressive bunt which was quickly scooped up by Kyle. After checking to see if it was possible to get Max, Kyle made the throw to first. Ed was out, but Max had taken away the double play.

Encouraged by this, the crowd was making some noise now, urged on by the five lovely young cheerleaders.


Standing on the mound, Kyle was watching his catcher's signals, shaking them off until he got the call he wanted. Max took his lead, as before, but he had not received any signal. Still, the fielders didn't know that. From his position, Max could see the catcher's signals. Two fingers down followed by his hand curling inside, with his fingers high in the curl. As Kyle made the pitch, the batter, Martin Troy let the pitch go by. It had been a fastball, high and inside.

After tagging second, Max again took his lead off position. The catcher gave the same signal, which Kyle accepted with a nod.

"Fastball," Max shouted to Martin. "High and inside."

Kyle stepped away from the mound, turning to Max and glaring. After returning to the mound, Kyle started the process again, this time with the catcher hiding the signal from Max.

"Asshole," Paulie growled from second base where he was ready to take a pick off.

"Hey," Max shrugged. "If you can't stand the heat..."

Even with the mitt shielding the signal, Max saw one finger down and a curled fist.

"Change up, low inside," he guessed.

Even if he was wrong, Max knew that it annoyed the pitcher. Again, Kyle glared at him.

"What?" Max tried to look innocent.

Kyle still threw his change up, however, and Martin hit a pop into the left outfield, beyond the first baseman's head. It was an easy catch for the left fielder, but Max wasn't watching. His foot was on the second base while his eyes were on Jim. As the catch was made, Jim gave him the signal and Max started to sprint for third. As Jim started to press his hands down toward the ground, Max went into a slide, his right foot extended with his left tucked under him. When his foot contacted the base, he was already rising, ready to run again if the third baseman missed the throw.

"Safe!" he heard the call when he felt the glove slap against him.

He and Jim slapped each other's open palms while everyone was cheering him. Both men were grinning. One out left, and only ninety feet between him and home plate.


With the girl's cheers still ringing in his ears, Max watched as big Nathanial Oghulu, their clean up hitter took his stance. Max took a few paces and stood ready to go, his eyes fixed on Jeff Parker, their coach across at first base. Nathaniel let the first pitch go, and then took two more, taking the count to one ball; and two strikes. On Kyle's curve ball, Nathanial hit a line drive that only just missed the pitcher and sailed through the gap between the second baseman and shortstop. Already running with Jeff's arm spinning like a windmill, Max crossed home plate even before Nathanial made it safe to first.

To say that the Alumni team went crazy was an understatement. The bench emptied to run to greet Max. Even Jim and Jeff, standing as base coaches ran into the muddle. Everyone was giving Max high fives and sharing manly hugs, in between the more enjoyable and feminine hugs that the cheerleaders were giving him. In her exuberance and excitement, Liz even kissed him. This, fortunately, went unnoticed in the melee as anything other than a heat of the moment thing. Even the audience were cheering the underdogs. The Varsity team, however, were standing with their hands on their hips and looks of disgust on their faces.

Kyle managed to pull himself together and Philip Evans went down swinging. The end of the first innings brought the Alumni team in with a one nothing lead.


The next few innings however, brought many more hits. Nearly all of them were from the Varsity side, it had to be said, but through good fielding and sheer doggedness from the Alumni team, Varsity were still losing by that one solitary run scored by Max. Jim had even managed to get his strike out, Damon Miles taking the count to a full house and finally swinging out after four straight foul balls.

In the sixth inning, the younger kids finally managed to tie the game. A line drive from Kyle had driven Peter Esterhouse in. The Varsity team, and the cheerleaders went every bit as wild as the Alumni had.

If they thought that their fortunes were changing, however, they were mistaken. The Alumni still fought just as hard, but in the seventh, they conceded a second run, giving the Varsity team the lead at last. His arm gone, Jim had to give up pitching. Because he was younger and had a stronger arm, Max volunteered to take over. After a little reshuffling in the infield, Juan taking over as short-stop, Jim found himself in left field. If the teens thought that Max would be easy meat, they were mistaken. Although not a pitcher, he was accurate, fast and consistently hit the strike zone low and usually, inside. The Varsity team gave a lot of outs to high infield bloopers.

However, they did manage to add a third run in the ninth inning. When the bottom of the ninth finally rolled around, the Alumni team were down, three to one. And the last inning couldn't have come at a better time. The older men were exhausted.

"Well, boys," Jim sat back on the bench folding the iced sleeve over his arm. "That was most impressive, holding them to three runs."

"Yeah," Jeff agreed with a nod as he wiped his face with a towel. "No way can they crow now. That's the closest damn score in this game... ever."

"And it's not over yet," Philip shrugged, taking a sip of Gatorade. "That fat lady hasn't sung."

"It's the bottom of the batting order, though," Jeff pointed out as he was removing his pads. "Maybe we won't get to hear her sing, after all."


Allan Scheinen was first up. In spite of him batting three and 'o' so far, he managed to get a base hit. His daughter, Stacey, led the cheers as she was ecstatic for her father, who had worked hard in the game. Juan Cortez was next. He managed a drive into the outfield, but although this moved Allan to second, Juan was thrown out at first.

"One away!" Kyle shouted to his teammates. "Come on. Lets finish this."

Jim stepped up to the plate. Father and son faced one another, separated by sixty feet and twenty-five years. Accepting his catcher's signal, Kyle went into the pitch, and just as Allan was already hustling to third, James Valenti, not letting the first pitch go, laid down the most amazing bunt that anyone had seen in many a year. It had been his trademark, back when Roswell were County Champions. The ball ran along the line toward first base. Most of the time, the fielding team would simply let it roll, hoping that it would drift over the line and be called a foul. Kyle, however would not take the risk. Not with Allan heading for third. He grabbed the ball with his right hand and pivoted one hundred and eighty degrees to deliver the ball to third base. It was close. It was very close. In fact, the throw was a little wild. Peter Esterhouse pulled off an amazing catch and an even more amazing sweep with his glove to tag Allan out.

"Damn!" everyone on the bench swore at once.

"Two away," Kyle smirked as his teammates congratulated him on his throw.


So it was that Max Evans stepped up to the plate. With two outs and only one runner on base, there was no point in bunting. No sense in a sacrifice. There was only one thing to do.

"Hit away," Jim called from first base.

Even Kyle knew that there was only one thing for Max to try.


"Strike one!" the umpire called as Max let the first pitch go.

Jim even stole second base but no one seemed to care. Everyone was positioned for that last out.

"He can't hit what he can't see!" Paulie shouted from second.

"Swing, batter, batter, batter," Damon hollered. "Swing!"

"Come on, Max," Philip encouraged.

"Ball one!" came the call.

One and one.

"Ball two!"

Two and one.

"Come on, Kyle," someone called. "Put him away."

"Bring him home," Michael yelled from the stands.

The fourth pitch flew at Max and started to curl away at the last moment. He was already swinging and had to reach. He managed to connect with the ball, but it wasn't enough. The ball flew high toward first base, beyond the foul line and, fortunately for the Alumni, beyond the first baseman.

"You got a piece of it, Max!" Jeff called out.

Two and two.

"Ball three."

Full count.

"It's gotta be good!" Jim called from second base where he was now watching with bated breath.

Kyle shook off a few calls before giving a nod. Behind Kyle, Jim was signaling at Max. Two fingers down, then curling his hand high and inside. Max started to smile. This was Kyle's favorite pitch. The crowd was silent. You could hear the proverbial pin drop.

"Come on, Max," Liz's unmistakable voice spoke to him in a quiet and confident manner. "I believe in you."

Kyle wound up to make the pitch. As he was planting his foot, Max was opening his stance. The ball was flying straight and true. And fast. All Max did was swing his bat in the hope of meeting the oncoming ball. The feel of the impact raced up his arm and the sound of the ball hitting the bat seemed to echo forever. The ball was arcing high and straight.

All eyes were on that ball, and the fielder running backward to try and meet it. The only person not watching was Max. He was running hard, Liz's words ringing along with the echo of the ball hitting his bat. 'I believe in you'. Who was he to let her down? The infielders were lined up now, in case the ball was not caught. They had to beat Max home, Jim already rounding third and heading that way, his head twisted so that he could follow the ball. The fielder went back... back... back. He ran into the fence.

The ball, however, dropped over it, just out of reach from the outstretched glove.

The crown erupted into a huge and loud cheer. The cheerleading team, lead by Isabel, was jumping up and down in pure delight. The loudest cheer, however, seemed to come from the eight old ball players that were lining up beyond the plate to welcome Max home.

For the first time ever, the Alumni game wasn't a win for the Varsity team. Even though the Varsity team still had to get that third out - Ed Harding went down, swinging - the game finished in a complete surprise. And while the game was only a tie, it was every bit as satisfying as a victory. It would be they who could crow over the summer, for a change. Shaking their heads in disbelief as well as disappointment, the Varsity team, in good sportsmanship, lined up to shake the Alumni's hands.

"Not too bad for a nerd, huh?" Isabel smirked at Paulie as they too shook the hands of the opposing team.

Liz and Tess could only laugh.

Kyle shook everyone's hand, but he only touched Max's. He would not stop sulking for the rest of the day.

Amid the crowds still congratulating him, Max wondered if it could get better than this? He had saved the game, he was the hero and his son was there to watch him. Not only that, so too was his girl. He looked across the sea of people to find Liz, standing with the whole gang of cheerleaders as they discussed the days events.


"Love you," he mouthed at her.

Her eyes widened and her face turned scarlet. She gave him a smile.

"Love you," she replied silently. "Reward you, later."

Apparently, it could get better. It just did.

* * *


"Ready for reward, Max?" Liz started to grin as she led him by his hand out to the table on the patio.

It was still bathed by the early evening sun.

"What did you have in mind?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You'll see," Liz started to unfold one of the large beach towels from the clothes dryer on which it had been hung. "It's a good thing Toby's staying with his grandma and grandpa tonight."

She laid the towel out on the table.

"Clothes off," she smirked. "And up on the table."

"Uh, Liz?" Max frowned.

"Don't you want your reward, Max?" she trailed a hand across his chest and down over his flat stomach.

"Uh huh," he nodded, pulling his shirt from his pants. Moments later, he was naked. "Face up or face down?"

"Face down," Liz smiled at him as she started to peel off her dress. "Arms by your side."

Max complied with her wishes, laying his head on it's side so that he could watch her undress.

"God, you're so beautiful," he gazed upon her naked form, taking in her hard nipples, her lightly downed curls and her perfectly proportioned figure.

"And so are you," she breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down. "Now, close your eyes and relax."

To start, Liz snuggled beside his adorable body, a body she found so amazing. She started to kiss him, to caress his warm skin with her fingertips. Spread out alongside him, she rolled slightly, allowing her to rub her leg along his body, her moist core pressing against his thigh. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his.

She did not remain there for long, however. Just as Max was getting used to it, just as his fingers started to flex to try and find her, Liz lifted herself up and straddled Max's back. She pushed backwards so that her naked backside was sitting on his. With dry hands, Liz started to caress his upper back, his shoulders, his arms and his neck.

"Let's work these kinks out, huh?" she leaned forward and breathed into his ear.

"I have a few kinks I can think of," he grinned.


He felt the warmth pooling in the small of his back. He could smell the scented oil she had just poured. Her hands felt different after she started to push the oil up his spine and across his back, working the muscles. As she massaged him, she added more and more oil.

"Can you feel my heated, slippery hands on you, Max?" she murmured as she pressed them to his upper back, just enough for him to feel her there, and to relax into it.

She matched her sweeping hands to his breathing. Helping to further relax him as she slowly covered all of his back with the warmth of the oil and her touch.

"Mmmmmmm," Max purred.


Liz's hands moved down the sides of his spine, sliding them to his lower back and then up again in tiny, outward circles. She repeated this, again and again, elongating the circles to eventually reach across to his sides, almost around to his chest and then working her way back up to his spine again.


After a few moments of concentrating on his lower back, Liz moved her hands to the firm gluteus muscles of Max's backside. This involved a little more pressure to release the tension there but she continued to knead the skin and muscle with oil heated by her small hands. As before, she worked outward until she was caressing the tops of this thighs. She even worked the oil into his cheeks a little. She spread his legs a little, causing her to open as well, and worked down between her legs to the insides of his. She was deriving as much pleasure from this as she was giving him, but this was too soon. Moving backwards, she gave in to placing a couple of kisses there, quickly nibbling a bit of his luscious inner thigh.

"Liz," Max tensed at her touch.


With his entire back slicked with the warm, slippery oil, Liz laid herself out on top of him, her chest and petite torso on his back and ass. She started to rub her entire body onto his, caressing him and herself at once. In the process, her breasts, her stomach, even her own wet core was becoming coated with as much oil as he, heating it between them.

She couldn't resist kissing his neck, even though it left a film of oil on her lips. She moved across him, nibbling, licking and kissing his muscles until she reached an ear. Placing a kiss against his earlobe, she moved to his face. Max tried to twist his neck further but he could not reach her, She truly was in charge, unless he chose to retake it. He was seriously considering doing just that when he felt her.

Liz had wrapped her thighs around him as best she could, and rocking her hips, she started to grind herself against him.

"Liz!" Max gasped as the hot, wet sensation he was feeling. "This is just incredible."

The more she ground herself against him, the hotter she got, the more wet Max could feel against his back. Liz didn't stop there. She continued to move her body, to grind herself against other parts of him. His hips, his legs, his arms, Liz was constantly writhing against him, driving both Max and herself wild with pleasure.

"I could get myself off like this, Max," Liz chuckled in his ear. "What would you do, then?"

"Fuck your brains out!" Max growled. "If you think you are coming and not letting me come with you... think again!"

Laughing, Liz rolled herself over so that she was now rubbing her back against his back, her ass against his ass.

"I'm still rubbing myself, though," she called to him.

"You slut," he growled. "Let me finish you."

"Patience, my love. Patience."


Slowly and reluctantly, Liz slid off of Max's back to lie alongside him. She started at the base of his shoulders, working alternately on one and then the other, starting small and then expanding her hand's caressing over a larger and larger area. She concentrated on his arms, first and then his hands, hands that had given her much pleasure during their short relationship. She even enjoyed stroking his fingers, especially when one or two of them found their way into her mouth where her tongue did things that drove his imagination to fever pitch. And while she massaged a hand, she would press it briefly and softly against her breast, the palm brushing her taught nipple. And for a short, delicious moment, she allowed his fingers to find her wet, swollen lips, letting them tease for a moment at her entrance.

Sliding her full body onto his back again, she laid there for a moment, her full but light weight on him, pressing down with the reassurance of her total touch. Liz whispered in his ear how very much she's enjoying what she is doing and how it's making her want him so much more. All the while, Liz was rocking her hips against him more forcefully, pressing her hard little nub against him, bringing herself close to her orgasm in the process.


She breathed huskily into his ear, nipping his lobe, letting him know just how close she was. But before she reached her climax, she stopped. After catching her breath, Lix started to slide down his body, the oil lubricating her movement. She finally positioned herself between his spread legs, near his feet. She started to rub them, both at once but occasionally, concentrating on just one and then the other.

Max groaned alternately in contentment and frustration.

Liz just wanted to enjoy as much of him as possible. She wanted to savor her time with him, wanted to make sure that he would wait for her. She wanted that more than she wanted her release.


"You can roll onto your back now," she grinned as she slapped his backside.

"Ah," his smile at her was wide. "Does my front get the same treatment?"

"Perhaps," Liz rolled her head over to one shoulder.


Still between his feet, Liz continued working on Max's legs. As she worked on him, she would lift one leg and then the other, placing the foot where she could tease him with her wetness. Sometimes, she might selfishly run her nipples against him. Once, she even allowed his big toe to tease her hard clitoris. Able to watch her ministrations, Max was almost melting into the table.

Moving up to his thighs, Max's whole body tensed as he sucked in a large gulp of air. As she spread his thighs a little further, she leaned in and placed a kiss, a few inches short of his manhood. Max was in ecstatic agony. Moving away, she allowed her curtain of hair to fall against him, swaying her head to and fro to make it dance against his skin.

"You're a devil," Max gasped. "A she devil."

"But a sexy one, huh?" she looked up with a smirk.


Bypassing the one area he wanted rubbed, Liz moved up to his chest, straddling his stomach. She couldn't help giggle when she felt him nestling against the crease in her backside. Playing nice, she decided against sitting back on it. Bending forward, Liz started to kiss Max's face as she rubbed her breasts against his firm chest. She could feel her nipples boring into him and knew that he would feel them as well. Each time she moved downward, she allowed his erection to come into contact with her willing, moist flesh. She would not allow him in, however just yet. When she was close to his face again, she would rain light kisses on him. On his lips, his cheek, his nose... on his eyelids. And then she would sit up again, returning to a proper massage.

Pouring some more oil over his chest, Liz ran her fingertips around his nipples. She lightly rubbed his belly, his sides, wherever her desires, and his responses took her. Moving down, much too far for Max's liking, Liz was now straddling his upper thighs, his erection growing from a point in which he ended and she began... or was it the other way around? From where she sat, she could reach far up his chest, pressing her belly to his hardness and her breasts to his stomach.

"Tell me Tess taught you this, Liz," Max was breathing hard. "God, I hope no one else did."

"It's all me, Max," she chuckled. "I'm making this up as I go along. Why? Is it good?"

"Other guys would pay you a fortune for this... uh... but forget, k?"

With her high pitched laughter ringing in his ears, Liz rolled herself so that she was now laying on her back, with her well oiled butt sitting firmly on his crotch. Using the oil, Liz started to slide up and down his body, allowing his erection to slide up between her thighs, but not inside her. After a few moments of this which was pushing her toward her peak again, she could hear that Max was almost as close. No, she did not want him finishing too soon.

Sitting up. Liz rolled her legs under her and flattened herself on top of him again. This time, her stomach was pressed over his crotch while her breasts pressed against his thighs. Opening her legs, she pushed herself backward, putting her open pussy quite close to Max's face. Reversing, she pulled herself away, taking away what he was even leaning forward to try to capture. Repeating herself, she just knew that her moist, glistening cavern would be open for him, hovering just out of his reach.

Twisting again, Liz was once more straddling Max's thighs. This time, however, her core was directly above his eager hardness, twitching with urgency. Holding it gently in her warm, oily hands, Liz looked with lust laden eyes into the dark, murky pools that were Max's.

"Tell me what you want, Max," her voice was unrecognisable. "What do you want?"

"You," he yelled loud enough for Roswell to hear. "I want you. Fuck me, Liz. Fuck me."


* * *


Authors Note:

Just so you know, I used to play baseball. I was a first baseman, actually, a right handed first baseman and a damn good one if I say so myself. My debut in hardball (as opposed to softball) was a matchup between my class and the next class in freshman year of Jr High (Actually, Hedges Jr High in Winnipeg) - I played catcher in that game, only because no one else was stupid enough to volunteer so we drew lots. No one had a catcher's mit so I used a normal glove instead, and it wasn't even a first baseman's mitt. I was ten or eleven years old, and knew that I was never going to make the throw to second! But it was the same for the other team too. EVERYONE stole second base that day! lol.

Hi everyone,

Sorry for the delay. My beta team was really busy this past week and I don;t like to rush them as they are doing me a really big favor. So when they need to take some time, I do not worry them and I hope they understand that. They do a terrific job.

Glad you enjoyed the game, even if you don't understand baseball. I promise that I won;t go into details of the game again.

I guess you all preferred the massage, huh?

Okay, on with the story.

FIRSTLY, though, can I please assure you that I am in no way insinuating ANYTHING about law enforcement and the people therein. This is fiction.


The Devil Inside

Chapter 19


The Monday after the game, the members of the senior team showed their good sportsmanship by taking their lack of a victory in good stead, gracefully allowing the Alumni their chance to crow. By Wednesday, however, it was old news. Jeff had even removed his Special of the week, 'Crow Pie'. Of course, it was really Chicken Pie but it had been especially popular amongst the Seniors who ate it with gusto.


But the week fairly flew by. A week during which Liz annoyed her friends no end by never being available in the evenings. Although they knew only that Liz was meeting her 'lover', they still did not know that it was Max. Not even when Isabel casually mentioned how Max never comes over in the evenings anymore. Liz did try to spend as much time during the day with them, going to the mall, hanging out at the Crashdown, and one afternoon, the whole gang going over to use Max's pool while he was at his office in Albuquerque that day. Her mind, however, would often drift to Max, especially when they were eating their picnic lunch on Max's large patio table.

For his part, Max spent most of his days at home, working on the project which was in the final stages, while he was thinking of Liz. When they were together, they spent their time making gentle love, making passionate love, or having wild, outrageous sex. All of their time, however, was spent in love. They were getting closer and closer to leaving, although neither could bear to bring up their news that would destroy their world.


Although it was not Max's weekend to have Toby, a weekend Liz had hoped to spend as much time with Max as possible, Michael and Maria chose to spend some quality time with a friend they had not seen much of since their wedding. By the time they left, late Sunday afternoon, Liz was crawling up the wall. Once Max had given her the all clear, she had broken all the speed limits to get to him. When he answered the door, she practically raped him on his hallway floor, not even bothering to close the door. How the heck was she going to survive being without him in San Francisco?


* * *


To avoid a major falling out with her best friends, Liz had agreed to a girl's night out that Monday. To fortify herself, she had spent Sunday night with Max, leaving that morning only because she had literally, fucked him senseless. After keeping up with her all night, Max had finally been incapable of maintaining another erection. She had worn him out, a fact which she teased him mercilessly about. What Max didn't know, though, was that Liz seriously doubted her ability to do anything with an erection, even if Max 'could' get one up. She was just too sore. Still, it had been fun to mess with him like that. He would not be forgetting her in a hurry.


So, after spending the day soaking in a warm bubble bath, Liz was going to meet with almost the entire cheerleading squad where they would visit the local cinema and take in a chick flick, followed by an evening at Billy Rays where they would dance the night away and just have fun. Anyone who felt up for it would then gather at the all night ice cream parlor where they would just... chill. That being code for what they would really do, diss, bitch and gossip the night away. Although Liz would much rather have seen how good Max's recuperative powers were, she didn't want to neglect her friends. She would be leaving them, too.


* * *


Liz and her friends were only half way through the showing of 'Made of Honor' when over in Albuquerque, a storm was brewing. Stephanie was on the phone with 'her' best friend.

"Well, what can I do?" she sighed into the speaker. "They won't grant him bail because they're afraid that he has money tucked away somewhere and he's going to run."

"Have they mentioned anything about the house yet? Do you have to move out?"

"Move out?" Stephanie groaned. "Yeah, I have to be out of the house by Friday. And I'm only allowed to take my and Toby's clothes, and his toys."

"Any idea where you'll go?"

"No," she shook her head. "It looks like I'll be moving in with my Mom and Dad till I can get on my feet again."

"Didn't you go down to see Max the other night? How did that go?"

"Yeah, I went," Stephanie sighed. "But we were wrong about him. He wanted no part of it. I even played the 'Toby needs a mom and a dad' card."

"Wrong about him? The guy was nuts about you."

"Yeah, I thought so too, but apparently he's not as hung up on me as we thought. At least, that's the impression he tried to give me."

"You mean, he was trying to play it all cool? Trying to make you beg?"

"No, nothing like that," she shook her head. "No, in fact, he actually told me that he was seeing someone."

"What? Max? Seeing someone? You're kidding!"

"He said she was, quote special unquote."

"Wow. So it's serious."

"I don't think so. I don't think she exists," Stephanie snorted. "I mean, come on. He wouldn't even know how to ask a girl out. It took Maria to set the two of us up in the first place."

A rumble of distant thunder echoed over the household.

"What was that? Your stomach?"

"No," Stephanie smirked. "That was not my stomach. I still have 'some' money to buy food, you know. It was just some thunder. Looks like we're going to have an electrical storm."

"Mommy, Mommy," Toby came scurrying into the room, wearing his pajamas. "I don't like it."

Cradling the handset between her ear and her shoulder, Stephanie held her arms out to Toby, lifting him up into her lap with a little grunt.

"What's up? Problem?"

"No, it's just Toby," she smiled. "He's afraid of the thunder. Aren't you, poppet?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Jus' like Liz."

"Oh?" Stephanie gave a little chuckle. "Your babysitter is afraid of thunder, too, huh?"

"Uh huh," Toby gave a sage-like nod.

"And how do you know that? Did she tell you?"

"Nuh uh," Toby shook his head. "'Cause when it was fundering and lightening and I went into Daddy's bed, Liz was there too."

"Valerie..." Stephanie's voice was tight. "I'll call you right back."


* * *


The clock said that it was almost one a.m. when he heard the doorbell ringing. He wondered for a moment if it might be Liz, come to wear him out again. Perhaps her girl's night out finished early. Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he staggered down the stairs in his boxers, and opened the door.

It was one of those slow motion moments, passing of your life kind of thing when you see everything in a blink of an eye. Standing on his doorstep were three people, thrown into silhouette by a police cruiser parked on his driveway, red and blue lights flashing with the head lights shining on him, illuminating him and his doorway. He could see the two officers sitting in the car.

Then, the three people attacked him. Michael had taught him well, all those years ago and Max was able to put up at least some defense. His arm, already on it's way up to shield his eyes from the headlights, deflected the first fist. Although he stood no chance against the three assailants, he gave as good as he got. He felt the snapping of a bone when his fist connected with something solid. However, as he started to go down under the attacks of the other two, he wondered why the police were making no move to assist him. Finally, they were on their way, drawing their nightsticks from their belts. The explosion of light in his mind surprised him almost as much as the fact that it was the police officer that had struck him, and not his assailants.

When he came to, a short while later, the two deputies were pulling him to his feet. They started to drag him toward the cruiser, his feet struggling to hold himself upright as the two officers continued to hit him with their sticks.

"Damn," one of the men said. "Don't you hate it when they resist arrest?"

One of them opened the rear door and as they pushed him inside, his head hit the roof of the car. Even as his head was spinning, they unceremoniously pushed him inside.

"We don't like pedophiles in Roswell," someone barked as they slammed the door shut.

The two deputies then climbed into the front seats. As the driver fired up the engine, the other turned in his seat.

"You have the right to remain silent," the man read from a card. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interrogation time and at court. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

Max was already passing out.

"Sounds like a yes to me," were the last words he heard.


* * *


It was all a blur to him after that. He remembered regaining consciousness in the car just as they arrived at the Sheriff's station. He was dragged out from the car, taking more beatings to his body as they dragged him in through a back door. He was bounced off of walls and he even 'fell' down some stairs. Being booked in was a blur. While they photographed him and fingerprinted him, Max couldn't help wondering what was going on. Had Liz lied to him? Had she really turned eighteen?

He was thrown into a cell, the rattling of the keys turning seemed to echo right through his skull.

"Put out a call," one of the retreating deputies suggested. "Arrest a couple of big heavy bikers to share the pervert's cell. I hear they like creeps like him."

As their laughter faded, Max pulled himself up and sat back against the wall before passing out again.


* * *


"Max, can you hear me, son?" a voice called. It was a kind voice. Soothing. "You okay, Max? Can you focus on me?"

Max shook his head at the blurred shape in front of him.

"Deputy!" the voice shouted. "Deputy!"

Max noticed that no deputy came.

"It's okay, son. Try and stay with me."

"Dad?" Max's voice croaked.

"I'm here," he pulled out his cell phone and typed in a number. "Ambulance please. My name is Philip Evans. I'm an attorney and I am currently at the Sheriff's office. We have a severe head trauma here that needs urgent medical assistance. And hurry."

"He ain't going nowhere," a deputy announced as he stepped through the doorway.

"Well, unless you are medically trained, I don't think that it's your call," Philip rose to face the man. "This man has clearly been the victim of severe brutality of the most odious kind. I am getting him some medical treatment and if you deny my client any aide then I will see to it personally, that the only duty you ever pull, is hard labor at the Santa Fe Penitentiary of New Mexico. Do I make myself clear, Deputy Hanson?"


* * *


"Contusions," a bright light was shining in his eye. "Laceration, blunt trauma. Man, someone did a number on this guy, all right. He has concussion, but not too bad. And there don't seem to be any broken bones. No sign of internal bleeding, no evidence of any organ damage. We'll hook him up to an IV to help with his fluids but try to keep him awake. There's no need to take him to the hospital but he shouldn't be placed under any undue strain for at least twelve hours."

"Thank you, doctor."


* * *

Their evening didn't go on for as long as they had hoped. After dancing until one a.m., most of the girls started to flake. The stalwarts among them then headed to the ice cream parlor where they spent most of the night teasing Isabel about her romance with the class nerd.

"Just remember," Isabel smirked. "Bill Gates was once a nerd, too."

"Oh, and remember what everyone was saying about Isabel's brother?" Tess added. "Didn't the guys say he was a nerd, too? And did you see the muscles on the guy? That guy is fit! Am I right, or am I right?"

"Hey," Stacey pointed up the street toward the Sheriff's office. "What's going on here? What's with the flashing lights?"

"What's an ambulance doing at the Sheriff's office?" Isabel wondered. "And that's my dad's car. He doesn't handle criminal law."

"It doesn't concern us," Tess shrugged. "I'm sure you'll hear all about it in the morning. And then, you can tell us.

"Anyone want to do something else?" Stacy turned to face them. "It's only two thirty."


* * *


Sheriff Jim Valenti entered the station a little before eight that morning. The first person he saw, talking on one of the public phones in the hallway, was Philip Evans.

"Philip," he nodded with a frown. Philip was never in the station. "Something I should be aware of?"

"Uh, Sheriff?" Deputy Hanson called from behind the desk. "Can I have a word? In your office? Like, now?"

"Uh huh," Jim frowned, making his way to his office. "So what's going on, Hanson?"

Deputy Hanson closed the door and turned to face his superior.

"We arrested his son last night."

"You arrested Max Evans?" Jim's eyes widened. "What was he doing? Surfing the internet without a seatbelt?"

"Uh, no, sir," Hanson shook his head. "Rape."

"Rape?" Jim's jaw dropped. He fell back into his seat and thought about Philip talking on the phone, clearly calling in some big guns. "Deputy, please tell me that you have done everything properly. By the book. Where's the victim? Do we have her statement yet? Has she seen..."

"It's statutory rape, sir," Hanson interrupted. "A minor."

"What?" Jim did not believe that this could get any worse. "Jesus H, Christ. Do we have his statement?"

"No, sir," the deputy shook his head. "Mr. Evans wouldn't let us interview his son. Seems some friends of the girl didn't like what Mr. Evans Junior was doing to their friend. We had to pull three of them offa him. He, uh... had concussion."

"Okay," he nodded. "What about the victim?"

"We've been unable to find her."

"Please tell me we're not involved in a murder here, as well," Jim sighed. Why not go for broke?

"Uh, no," Hanson shook his head. "Apparently, she's with friends. We're looking for her, now. And we, uh, found this in his house." Hanson handed Jim a digital camera. "Full of pictures, sir. Of the girl. Indecent. Uh... they're really...uh... sick, sir. We have someone bringing in his computer."

"Damn it!" Jim put the camera on the desk. "I liked that kid. Okay, let's get this over with. Can you ask Philip to step in?"


* * *


"Better take a seat, Philip," Jim indicated the chair across from him as Philip entered his office. "I've ordered us some coffees."

"Thanks, Jim," Philip nodded as he took the offered chair. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask if we can keep this formal. Especially since I'm going to be filing a complaint about the treatment of my son."

"Under the circumstances," Jim rubbed his hand across his face, "I'm not surprised. We have ourselves a real mess, here."

"Yeah," Philip gave a sad nod.

"Can you tell me what you know, Philip?" Jim pulled out a pad and pen. "Has your son said anything you might wish to share?"

"Well, I've not been able to talk with Max in too much detail, yet," Philip rubbed the back of his neck and stretched his other arm out. "On account of him having a concussion, but from what I can make out, he was woken up at around one o'clock this morning. He says that there were three people... kids, he thinks, waiting for him. He says that the deputies were already there, too, waiting in their car. The kids attacked him, and he defended himself. Then, the deputies stepped in and started to hit him with their nightsticks. I would like to point out that the only reason that I'm here is because a neighbor saw the deputies taking him in and called me. 'Cause no way was Max in any condition to call me. And I sincerely doubt that he would have been able to understand that he had been mirandized."

"Philip," Jim sighed. "You know as well as I do that every person who's ever been arrested has claimed that he's been the victim of police brutality. I'm sure his condition is purely as a result of the attack on your son by those kids. And we only have his word that the deputies were already there."

"Just as I am sure that you are aware, Jim, a nightstick leaves a bruise rather different to a fist, a boot or even a baseball bat. I bet that we will find the perfect impression of a standard police issue stick on Max's skull when we have him examined."

"Jesus, Philip," Jim slapped the table. "He raped a kid. He's being accused of raping a minor."

"Which has not been proven," Philip stared hard at the Sheriff. "Now, I know I specialize in family law, but I'm pretty sure that the State of New Mexico requires that the person be found guilty in a court of law before passing sentence."

"Philip... They found a camera in his house. Full of pictures. Of the girl. Not the sort of pictures you would like to see taken of your daughter, if you know what I mean."

"Did they, now?" Philip raised his eyebrows. "Of course, Max was presented with a search warrant before he was busted up?"

Jim looked at him. He leaned forward and pressed a button.

"Yes sir?" a tinny voice spoke.

"Hanson? Bring me in a copy of the search warrant."

There was a moment of silence.

"Search warrant, sir?"

"Yeah," Jim nodded at the voice. "The one you presented to Mr Evans before you removed the camera and his computer."

"Uh..."

Jim closed his eyes and released the button. He issued a silent curse before he handed the camera across to Philip.

"Do me a favor, Phil?"

"If I can," Philip remained cautious.

"It's inadmissible now," Jim nodded at the camera. "Make sure these pictures are destroyed. I don't want any pictures of whoever it is finding their way onto the internet and causing her any more... trauma."

Philip opened the housing and ejected the small memory card. He started to twist it in his fingers until it broke in half. Both halves were placed with the camera in his pocket. He had no desire to see them, either.

"Uh, by the way, Jim," Philip looked up, patting his pocket. "Who is Max accused of raping?"


"God," Jim sat back and released a long drawn out sigh. "It's been a long day."

He leaned forward to press the button again.

"Tell me about it," Philip nodded.

"I was called to the hospital last night. Seems Kyle got into a fight and got his jaw busted."

"Jim," Philip narrowed his eyes. "Max thinks he broke the jaw of one of his attackers."

"Oh, Lord," Jim looked heavenwards as he pressed the button. "Give me strength. Hanson! Get your ass in here, pronto!"


"Yes, sir?" Hanson stepped into the office, remaining by the door.

"Was my son involved in this incident?"

"Sheriff..."

"Was he?" Jim shouted.

"She's his girlfriend, sir," Hanson defended. "What was I going to do?"

"Who is she, Hanson? Who did Max Evans rape?"

"Who is he alleged to have raped?" Philip corrected.

"Liz Parker, sir."

"And did Liz make the allegation?"

"No, sir. She didn't have to. We got a call from his ex-wife. She said that she had evidence that her ex-husband was sleeping with her son's babysitter. Said her name was Liz. Only one Liz in town, sir. And Kyle was here at the time the call came in. He asked me to give him some time to, ah... talk to Evans, first. Him being your son, and all..."

"So Liz Parker hasn't actually made any accusation that my son raped her," Philip narrowed his eyes.

"No," Hanson shook his head. "But sex with a minor... that's statutory rape."

"You are a complete and utter moron, Deputy Hanson," Jim started to shake his head. "After this, I'll be surprised if they even let you hand out parking tickets. Get a team over to Liz Parker's and take her statement."

"Sir?" Hanson frowned.

"She's already eighteen, you asshole. She's not a minor." Jim turned to his friend. "Philip, I am so sorry about this."

"Can I take my son home, Jim?"

"Yeah," the Sheriff nodded. "Get him looked at. I'll uh, drop by later and take his statement. But, you know... if Liz says that he did rape her..."

"I know," Philips stood up. "But this time, do it properly, huh?"

"I'd better put in a call," Jim groaned, "Shit! Why couldn't he have put in a call to me, first?"


* * *


Liz was not fully awake as she stumbled down the stairs, dressed for work, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to hide her huge yawn.

"Morning, munchkin," Jeff teased with a smile. "Sleep well?"

"Uh," Liz managed to grunt through half opened eyes.

"Late night?" he laughed again.

"Yeah," Liz hid another yawn. "We didn't get in till two thirty."

"I know," Jeff chuckled. "I heard you."

"I didn't wake you, did I?" Liz's shoulders were slumped in fatigue.

"Nah, I was awake," Jeff shrugged. "You know, doing the worried father act."

"There was no need to worry," Liz poured herself a coffee. "Nothing happened. At least, not to us."

"Oh?" her father frowned. "What does that mean?"

"When we drove past the Sheriff's on the way home," she took a sip of the hot, strong liquid, "there were lights flashing and everything. They even had an ambulance there. It was like a major incident or something."

"I didn't hear anything on the news," Jeff walked through to the diner with the keys in his hand.

"Might have been nothing," Liz shrugged, cradling the coffee to her mouth.

"We can ask Jim when he comes for his refill," Jeff nodded as he unlocked the door. "Hello, what's this?"

A police car pulled up in front of the door. Two deputies and a policewoman climbed from the vehicle and adjusted their uniforms. The three of them approached the diner. Jeff opened the door for them.

"Good morning, officers," Jeff seemed to realize that they were here on official business. He gave a concerned glance at Liz. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Is there an Elizabeth Parker here?" the first deputy asked.

Again, Jeff cast a wary glance at his daughter,

"Yes," he nodded. "What has she done?"

"Nothing, sir," the deputy shook his head. "Do you mind if we come in?"

"Sure," Jeff stepped back to allow them access. He pulled the door closed behind them and slid the latch to keep the door locked. The Crashdown would be opening late this morning.

"Are you Liz?" the deputy asked the only other person there.

"Uh," Liz nodded. "Yeah. What's this about?"

"Liz, I want you to go with this policewoman here. Perhaps somewhere a little more... private."

"What for?" her eyes narrowed. What was this about.

"We need to conduct a rape test," the policewoman informed her.

Liz had to blink, several times. She looked at her father, confusion on both of their faces.

"A, a wh-what?" she managed to stammer.

"A rape te..."

"I heard what you said," Liz blurted. "My question was rhetorical. What would you need to conduct one for? I haven't been raped."

"It's alright, Liz," the policewoman soothed. "You don't have to be afraid of him anymore. We have him in custody."

"Excuse me?" Liz was trying hard to shake the fog from her brain. What was this woman talking about?

"We know what's been going on," she told her. "We know how Mr. Evans has been pressuring you. We know he's been raping you."

"What?" Jeff exploded, taking long strides to stand by his daughter.

"What?" Liz exploded with him. "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay, Liz," the policewoman spoke with care and concern. "We understand. I have been trained to understand the emotional ties that victims have with their attackers and I..."

"No," Liz shook her head, which was now very clear. "I don't think you do understand. You've got it all wrong. Max didn't attack me. I'm not a victim."

"Lizzie?" Jeff demanded. "What's going on? Why are these people saying you've been raped?"

Her blood froze and her eyes widen.

"I saw an ambulance!" she turned to face the deputy. "What did you do to him? What did you do to Max?"


"Liz," Jeff was standing in front of her. "What's going on? Has Max Evans been... Did he..."

Liz was looking at her father, her eyes blearing with tears while she shook her head.

"Are you..." he balked. "Are you and Max Evans... involved?"

Liz closed her eyes and gave a soft groan. Tears leaked from her eyelids. She gave her father a slow but definite nod.

"I didn't want you to find out like this," she whispered. "But, yeah. Max and I are involved. I... I'm in love with him."

"Liz," the policewoman took her arm, turning the girl to face her. "Just because you babysit for him does not give him the right..."

"There was no pressure," Liz was looking at her father as she shook her head. "At least... not from him. If anything, I pressured him. There was no rape, I gave my consent, freely, I was eighteen and I was willing. In fact, I had to practically beg him to make love to me."

"We just need..." the woman tried again.

"No!" Liz shouted. "No you don't! No crime has been committed unless someone has hurt Max. Oh, god!" she turned to the deputies again. "Tell me you didn't beat him up!"

They gave no reply except to look away guiltily.

"Does his father know?" Liz turned to looked toward the phone. "Oh, god. His mother! Isabel!"

"I believe Mr. Evans has been informed," the second deputy spoke up.

Liz ran to her father's phone book and started to search under the 'E' heading. She grabbed the phone and typed out the number. She waited patiently while everyone watched her, wondering who she was phoning.

"Uh, yeah," she spoke after the voicemail tone. "This is Liz. Liz Parker. Mr. Evans, I just found out what's been happening and as you're his lawyer, I think you should know that it's not true. I just wanted you to know that Max never raped me, Mr. Evans. Max would never do that." She didn't know what else to say. "Tell him I love him. Bye."

That, she thought as she collapsed into a chair in tears, should have been that. But Liz knew that things would never be the same again.


* * *

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the delay. All I will say is that it's my eldest daughter's exams. Nuff said.

Thank you all so very much for you comments and your encouragement. I am sorry that my posting has become a bit wayward.

But, here, at last, is the next chapter...




The Devil Inside

Chapter 20


"So, how you doing?" Tess spoke quietly from the seat across from Liz's bed.

"Just peachy," Liz gave her a pointed glare.

"So, Max Evans, huh?" Tess gave a little chuckle. "You sly little minx. So it was just the one guy all along, huh?"

"Yeah," Liz nodded. "Only one. Only Max."

"Man, I would so love to hear the whole story," Tess sighed. "They say you can't beat experience."

"It's certainly been one," Liz nodded.

"So... were you really eighteen when you first did the deed or have you and him, like, been together since he got home?"

"Eighteen," Liz nodded. "The night of the Championship Game. I celebrated our loss with the loss of my virginity."

"Cool," Tess smiled. "I guess it was way better than Brad, huh?"

"Infinitely," Liz looked up at her friend. "So, have you spoken to Isabel, at all?"

"Yeah," Tess nodded. "This morning. You're not exactly in her good books right now. She says you're 'persona non grata', a non-person. She's even cutting you out of any group pictures she has. Even the group photo from the game on Sunday. You know she's blaming you, right?"

"Figures," Liz sighed. "Did she... did she say anything about Max? How is he, Tess?"

"Isabel says he was pretty badly banged up but most of it was superficial. Bruising, mostly. They didn't even keep him in the hospital for observation or anything. He spent last night at his parent's house. He'll have a few bruises for a while but nothing permanent. The bruises seem to be mostly in places you can't see them."

"That's good," Liz nodded, staring at the far wall.

"Your Dad's pretty pissed, huh?"

"You could say that," Liz nodded. "He was all set to go round there with his baseball bat until I told Dad that it was me who seduced him and not the other way around. He says he doesn't believe me, but I think he does. 'Cause now, he won't even speak to me."

"It's only temporary," Tess shrugged. "You know that he still loves you, right?"

"Yeah," she wiped a tear from her eye.

"And for what it's worth, apparently, Max has been getting grief from his parents... and from Isabel, about you. Isabel is disgusted with him because he's saying that it's not over until you say it is."

"Really?" Liz gave her first real smile at that.

"Uh, I don't know if you knew or not, but apparently, Max, he..." Tess paused.

"He, what?" Liz looked across at Tess, panic being barely concealed behind her eyes. "What? Tell me!"

"Isabel says that Max is moving away. Apparently, his company has won this contract with a big New York corporation. Max has been put on the design team for this amazing new building or something. Design authority or something. He'll be gone a couple of years."

She was surprised that she felt no anger at Max not telling her this news himself, even though he must have known for some time. After all, she had not told him her news, either. Liz had to wonder, though, was he going so that he could escape her?

"Great," Liz pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "So while I'm on the West Coast, he'll be on the East. And our families can't stand to look at us. Either of us. Some relationship that's going to be. I can't see that lasting much past Labor Day, can you? Does he know about me and Berkeley?"

"Yeah," Tess gave an embarrassed nod. "Isabel was beating him around the head with that news. I tried to tell him, quietly, you know? I thought you would want him to know... before your father smuggled you out or something. But Isabel came out and wielded the news like some weapon."

"Thanks," she gave a nod as she closed her eyes and looked heavenward. "I would have told him myself except my cell phone's been confiscated, and I can't get anywhere near the main phone. And I'm not allowed to leave the house. And here I thought that I lived in the land of the free. If you see him again, Tess... can you... can you tell him..."

"I will," she nodded. "S'what friends are for. Oh, and just so you know..." Tess dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a big pow-wow scheduled for later, downstairs."

* * *


"What's going on, guys?" Liz frowned as she stepped into the diner from the staff room.

It was Thursday afternoon and the Crashdown should have been packed. Instead, she found the blinds drawn and the place empty except for her father, her mother, her mother's partner, Ralph, Tess, Alex and for some inexplicable reason, Kyle. The five of them had arranged their chairs in a semi circle facing one single chair. Everyone was looking at her.

"Sit down, Liz," Jeff pointed at the single chair.

He still sounded hurt, his anger barely being kept under control.

"What is this?" she asked as she sat down.

"It's an intervention, Liz," her mother spoke up. She sounded as angry as her father. "We are your family, and your closest friends. We invited Jim, but under the circumstances, he felt he shouldn't be involved."

"I don't need an intervention, Mom," she shook her head.


"We beg to differ," Nancy continued. "We want you to promise us that you will stay away from that... that monster."

Liz blinked.

"What monster would that be, Mom?" her eyes started to blur with tears already.

"What your mom's trying to say is..." Alex continued, "we want you to promise to stay away from Max Evans,"

"Why would I do that, Mom?" Liz turned to face her mother. "Why would I even need to stay away from him, let alone want to?"

"Because you are too young to be involved with a man of his age, Liz!" her father snapped.

"None of this would be happening if some busybody hadn't stuck their nose into someone else's business," Liz grumbled.

"But it is happening, Liz," Jeff spoke. "And this 'busybody' as you put it, thought that you were a minor and that Max was abusing you."

"And that's the point!" she pleaded. "I am not a minor. I am eighteen, Dad, Mom. I'm about to go to college where I will be on my own. Where I'll be exposed to men a lot older than me. If you don't think I am old enough to make my own decisions, to decide who is good for me and who is not, why did you let me choose Berkeley?"

"It's not that we think you are too young, Liz," her mom continued. "It's because we think Mr. Evans is too old."

"Well, that's where we disagree," Liz shook her head. "For the past year. I have been fighting off the jocks at school, boys my age, who just want to bounce me into bed with them, and then bounce out again." She turned and looked at Kyle, still nursing his broken jaw. "All they want is the sex."

"And Macsh doeshn't?" Kyle slurred.

"Of course he wants the sex," Liz pressed her fist to her forehead. "So do I. But like me, he wants a relationship too. It's not just about the sex. And it's been a heck of a lot better for me than some quick fumble in the back of someone's pickup." She glared at Kyle. "Or their Mustang."

"Then why did you feel you had to lie to us, Liz?" Alex accused. "Jesus, I sat with you two at breakfast when we were at that wedding. And you never said a word. Was it his idea to keep it a secret?"

"To make you lie to us?" Nancy added.

"I haven't been lying," Liz shook her head, looking down at the floor. "Yes, I never told you who I was seeing, because quite frankly, it's no one's business but my own. Anyway, we're in love. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"Your mother and I were in love, once," Jeff gave Liz an even stare. "And look at us now. Is that what you want for yourself?"

"That can happen to anyone, Dad," Liz met his stare. "You could marry me off to the most wonderful guy of your choice, who was born the same day and same time as me, but that doesn't mean there's no risk that it's all going to fall apart. That can happen to anyone."

"And it's already happened to Max, Liz," Alex continued. "Or have you forgotten about Toby?"

"I know how much Max loves Toby," Liz narrowed her eyes at Alex. "And even though marrying Stephanie was a mistake, Max would never regret having him. But that's what it was. A mistake. Isn't that how we're supposed to learn?"

"And what if Max makes another mistake?" Jeff barked. "What if you end up with a brat inside you and you have to give up college and he abandons you like he did his other wife?"

"For one thing," Liz gave a cold, even stare at her father. "Max's ex-wife left him. She cheated on him. Secondly, he would never abandon me if I did end up pregnant. Haven't you seen how much he loves having Toby around?"

"We just don't want you getting hurt!" her mother shouted.

"And you think you're actions are not hurting me now?" Liz demanded.

"What about your friends, Liz?" Alex leaned forward in his seat. "Don't we matter to you any more? Do you even know what this is doing to my relationship with Isabel? She's his sister and I'm supposed to be your friend. She's demanding that I choose sides!"

"Then maybe you should be questioning 'your' relationship and not mine," Liz shook her head. "Max would never put me in that kind of position. Max would never force 'me' to make a choice. And you trying to use some form of emotional blackmail on me like that is so beneath you."

"This is getting us nowhere," Ralph spoke up. "We can argue this all night and still get us nowhere. She will still want to carry on seeing him. There's only one thing to do. I think the best thing we can do is to have Liz come and stay with me and Nancy for the rest of the summer. She can come on tour with me. I'll make sure we keep her real busy so that not only we keep her away from him, she's not going to have time to even think of him. How about that?"

"Like that's going to work," Liz shook her head, shuddering at the way he looked at her. "Apart from not even wanting to be anywhere near a creep like you,"

"Liz!" Nancy gasped.

"I leave for San Francisco in a few days time," Liz ignored her mother's protest. "If you think I'm giving up college, then what the hell are we doing here? Cause Max would never try to stop me from leaving. And besides. During my last few days, I am going to see Max as much as I can. With, or without your consent."

"What?" Alex, Kyle, Jeff and Nancy all shouted. "No way." "No!" "Never." "Over my dead body."

"I'm eighteen," she reminded them. "I can do as I please. If you lock me in my room, I will accuse you of kidnapping me. Get you charged with false imprisonment. Make some kind of threat to kick me out, Dad, Max will put me up until I leave. You can't ground me; you can't send me to my room... If you force me to make a choice, I'll choose Max. In a mouse's heartbeat. So what can you do?"

"Tess!" Nancy turned to the silent blonde. "You're her best friend! Make her understand. Say something!"

Tess looked over at Liz and let their eyes meet. They held one another's stare for a few moments.

"Have fun, babe," Tess smiled. "Life is for living. Take these last few days and live a few lifetimes."


* * *


At approximately the same time, in a house a few blocks away, on Murray Lane, Max had just walked into his parent's living room, having just showered and dressed after his 'lie-in'. He found his Mom and Dad, Isabel, Michael and Maria sitting in the comfortable chairs, arrayed in a semi circle. A single high-backed chair sat at the center of the arc.

Max paused and looked around the room at everyone.

"I take it I'm supposed to sit there?" he pointed at the empty seat.

"Sit down, Max," Diane nodded, waving her hand at the chair.

"An intervention?" Max raised his eyebrows. "You guys want to run an intervention on me?"

"What were you thinking, Max?" Maria demanded in a voice that suggested if she was close enough, she would have slapped the back of Max's head.

"I know," Philip added, "that technically, she wasn't a minor... but dammit, Max! She was still in High School when you started... when you started this."

"I know," Max nodded. "But..."

"Why on earth would you do such a thing, Max?" his mother sounded so disappointed in him.

"She makes me happy," Max shrugged, his only defense. "She makes me feel... loved."

"What can she know about love?" Diane demanded. "She's just a child."

"Liz is hardly a child, Mom," Max shook his head. "You said yourself that she looked like the grown up woman she was. Or were you lying to her? And as for her knowing about love... Mom, I know that she feels the same way I do."

"You say that, now, Max. But now that your secret's out, how's she going to feel then? How are you going to feel when she can't handle the pressure and ends this... fling."

"You don't know Liz, Mom," Max shook his head. "You don't know that she's stronger than that." Max fervently hoped she was. "But, if she ends it, there's not a lot I can do about it. But at least I will know that not all women are like Stephanie."

"Max!" Isabel stormed in. "You can't continue to see her?"

"Why not?" Max raised an eyebrow. "She's over the age of consent. I am over the age of consent. If I continue to see her, will you try to take out a retraining order on her behalf? I doubt you can do that, Iz. Even if your dad is a lawyer."

"Max!" Philip warned.

"Do you have any idea what this is doing to my relationship?" Isabel demanded. "Alex is one of Liz's best friends. Do you think he's going to want to continue to see me if you are fu... if you're with Liz?"

"Is your relationship with Alex that unstable?" Max raised an eyebrow. "Better you find out now than later when the going really gets tough, Iz. Because I am not going to live my life according to your relationships."

"They might take Toby away," Philip added in a quiet voice, taking advantage of the momentary silence.

Max stared at his father, his eyes blinking.

"How is that, Dad?" Max started to frown. "Legally speaking, what have I done that's so wrong? Have I broken a law? Is there something in the agreement we signed that states I'm not allowed to have a girlfriend? That I'm not allowed to have sex with any other women? Or was there a provision that prevents me from having an eighteen year old girlfriend? As my lawyer, how did you miss these, Dad?"

"Max, I..." Philip sighed, holding his anger in check. "If Stephanie can prove that you have shown a lack of moral..."

"Moral?" Max interrupted. "We're talking moral grounds, Dad? Moral, like sleeping with another man while she's married to someone else? Moral like when she tried to sting me for most of my money in spite of the fact that her boyfriend earned ten times more than me? Or moral like Stephanie's partner having connections to the mob? Are you trying to tell me that falling in love with someone is immoral?"

"That's not love, Max!" Isabel shouted. "It's called lust. It's called thinking with your dick!"

"Isabel!" Diane scolded.

"Well," Isabel huffed. "He's not listening to a word we're saying, Mom. 'Cause all he's interested in is his little slut."

"Isabel," Max spoke in a soft but dangerous tone. "If you call her any more names, then you and I will be having a serious falling out. I'm pretty sure that they can't take away my rights to see Toby. I, on the other hand, can take away your rights to see him."

"Max!" both Dianne and Isabel gasped.

"You... will... not.... disrespect... Liz," Max stated.


"Can you look me in the eye and honestly say that you will feel comfortable being seen with Liz?" Diane demanded. "Can you honestly tell me that you will be okay walking around Roswell with an eighteen year old girl while everyone is whispering about you?"

"Yes," Max nodded, looking his mother in the eye. "I can. 'Cause I couldn't care less about little people with little town mentality. It seems to me, however, that it's everyone else in this room who won't feel comfortable."

"We have to live here," Philip nodded. "We have to walk these streets and listen to people say 'there goes the parents of the pervert'."

"So, to make your lives more bearable, I have to give up one of the only two things that makes me happy," Max nodded. "I have to accept being unhappy just so you can hold your heads up. I see."

"Max," Maria was shaking her head. "Did I, or did I not tell you not to go there?"

"You did, Maria," Max nodded. "You said, 'Max, don't go there'."

"So why didn't you listen to me?"

"The last time I listened to you, Maria," Max allowed his shoulders to slump, "I ended up married to Stephanie. I decided to ignore your advice."

"Michael," Maria turned to face her husband. "He's your best friend. Say something. Tell him!"

Michael's eyes widened and his face showed the look of a wild deer, cornered by a group of hunters. He looked at Maria, who was staring back with a look of expectation. He saw that Diane, Isabel and Philip were all watching him. They too looked hopeful. Max was watching him with a look of wariness. Michael knew that his friendship was on the line here. He had to be as diplomatic as he could.

"Are you aware that she'll be leaving for Berkeley in a week or so?"

"Yeah," Max nodded.

"Does she really make you happy?" Michael narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Max gave him a big grin. "She does."

"Then," Michael shrugged, "I don't see a problem. Good luck, Max. I'll catch you later."

He started to rise from his chair.

"What? Michael?" Maria gasped. "What? Where are you going? This is supposed to be an intervention!"

"No it's not," Michael shook his head. "An intervention is when people who care about someone try to turn him away from some kind of self destructive path. This is a bunch of people who should know better trying to tell Max how to live his life. You heard him. Liz makes him happy. He knows it's not going to last, he's not stupid. So where's the harm?"

"Michael..." Isabel started, but Michael cut her off.

"Are you going to investigate every single girl Max decides to date? Are you going to tell him who he can and can't go out with? And what criteria will you use?"

"Michael," Diane tried.

"Who are you doing this for?" he asked. "For Max's sake? Or your own? Because Liz is the best thing that has happened to him since meeting me and Maria... outside of Toby being born."

He was met with a rather stony silence. With a shake of his head, he turned and headed for the door.

"Michael," Max called. "Before you go, can you do your best bud a favor?"

"Sure," Michael turned.

"Can I borrow your phone? I left mine at home."


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"Good afternoon, Crashdown," Liz answered the phone in a singsong voice that was closer to vinegar than honey.

"Uh, yeah," an uncertain voice wavered at the other end. "Is, ah, Liz there?"

"She's busy," she spat. The caller ID was unknown so this was clearly another crank call for a 'Spicy Lolita Special, to go.'

"Oh," the voice sounded disappointed. Liz thought she recognized it. She tried to place it. "Could you tell her that, uhm... could you tell her that Max called, and..."

"Max!" Liz gasped. "I didn't recognize your voice! I didn't recognize your number!"

"Liz? Wow. You sounded..."

"Pissed?"

"Yeah," Max chuckled. "That's how you sounded. alright. Uhm... is everything okay?"

"Oh, Max," Liz groaned. "What are we going to do? How are you feeling? I hear they did a number on you."

"Just a few bruises," Max sighed. "How about you?"

"No," she gave a soft snort. "No bruises. But then, no one hit me with a nightstick. I'm sorry I haven't called before. It's just... this whole situation..."

"I know," Max nodded.

"They ran an intervention on me," Liz offered.

"Me too," Max sighed. "Uhm, Liz? Did it work?"

"Not a chance, Max," Liz breathed.

"Oh, that's good," Max was smiling.

"Did it work on you?" Liz's voice sounded small and faraway.

"Well, seeing that I am calling you up to see if you wanted to go out to dinner, at a public restaurant, where people can actually see us together..."

"Like, on a date?" Liz sounded shocked.

"Yes," Max whispered. "But you know, if you would rather..."

"Yes!" she blurted before he could finish that thought. "I'd love to."

"Great!" Max's voice picked up. "I'll... I'll pick you up at eight?"

"Eight it is," Liz's smile was wide and bright.

"Liz?" Max sounded doubtful again.

"Yeah?" her smile faded.

"Should I knock? Or will it be safer if I wait for you in the car?"

Liz looked at her father who was brooding behind the counter, slamming cups around.

"You know what, Max?" she grinned. "You can knock."

Tonight, Liz decided, she was going to tell Max all of her hopes and her fears, She would plead her case, make him understand that as far as she was concerned, Max was it. And if they could only have snatched weekends and the occasional week together, here and there, then she would take it with both hands and hold on to that really tight. She would make sure that Max knew that she was in for the long haul.


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