
Natalie36: Not today but tomorrow be prepared.

Steve: I'm not any worse than Prince Zan actually...you've been teasing us with this DeLaney dude for weeks! Now really, isn't this fun?


Carolyn: Yes Saturday by their time which will probably be Saturday by our time too unless I update early, which I doubt. Have a whole bunch of yard work to do before the sun comes back out. Been raining for 2 days...watch it, it's blowing it's way to Tx.

Eve: Max will find out soon enough who the "boy" is, and yes, he's going to be surprised. I think Sunday will be nice to all of you.

XAF RU208: Saturday is the big race and Sunday is what you've all been waiting for.

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Chapter: 21
Well this house is certainly boring without mom that’s for sure. I made my way back to my room to find that decorating book mom left for me and went back into the living room to find a comfortable spot to sit and read and then decided that I should leave that project for tonight. It’s going to be damned lonesome for the next couple of days so look out desert, here I come.
Back to the office I go, grab some photos, mark off some areas on the map and write the coordinates on a slip of paper then make my way to the garage. Guess what? The garage door man is there working on the remote. I guess someone had reprogrammed the thing when the last owners left and never bothered to change the remotes with the real estate company handling the place. He gave me two remotes and showed me how to reprogram the ones we already had in case we needed more, which I told him we probably would, and then he left. God, this was going to be great. I attached one of the remotes to my car visor and another to the inside of my jacket, pushed my bike out of the garage and smiled when I pushed the button in my pocket. “How nice!” I thought to myself and smiled as I made my way to the back gate again. Soon I was riding like the wind.
As I headed down the side of the highway on my way to the GPS coordinates to take off east this time I noticed the “fuzz” again. I started to giggle…I rode along the highway for probably a half of a mile and when the coast was clear I made my way onto the asphalt and took off just fast enough to make sure Max could catch me but he never left his spot. “What the hell is that Max? Are you tired of playing?” Damn, he’s no fun… so when I saw a nice level piece of hard pan I took off east and headed for my destination. The tracks that I photographed previously were now blown away which tells me that no one had been out here since I had been so I took some more photos of the area, marked the coordinates and the time of day, had me a drink of water as a cover…you never know who’s watching and I took off in a westerly direction toward home. Tomorrow I think I’ll travel a little further inland and see if I find any tracks farther away from the border.
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Max:
Well, there’s that little shit again…just look at him, he’s playing with me, I swear he is. He’s trying to lure me back into that damned desert…well, just you wait big time, there’s going to be hell to pay this week-end. If you show up I’ll sure as hell be waiting for you, you can count on it. I wonder what in the hell he’s doing out here anyway. There’s got to be more interesting places to take that bike than the middle of the desert, alone at that. Well, he wasn’t alone the other day. I wonder if he’s practicing for an Enduro? That could be why he’s riding the way he is. That’s probably what’s going on…I can’t wait to get his little ass in my clutches, it’ll be a long time before he does any racing around here again.
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Liz:
Well, I wonder what the hell got into Max today…where’s his sporting blood disappeared to and then it dawns on me. He’s buried two highway patrol vehicles in the desert and he’s biding his time. He bought a can of gas this morning and he sat and watched me drive down his highway…he’s up to something. Well bring it on Max, you couldn’t take me when we were kids and you won’t take me out here. Tomorrow I’m going searching for some fun places to take you when you show up in your leathers you sneaky asshole. You haven’t changed a bit! And off to my office I go with my new photos and a new mission in life. Get Max Evans! And I will.
After I compared the new photos to the ones taken the other day I e-mailed John to the private account and then took the photos and a map out to the dining room table and spread them all out. I went over them with a fine toothed comb and found some great ditches, washes and gullies, I wrote down all of the coordinates I needed and memorized the terrain as best I could with only 8X10 photos to go by and then I was ready to go.
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This morning I had my toast and juice and it felt great to not have all of that heavy food on my stomach. I was raring to go. I forgot all about the damned decorating book last night but I still have a couple of days left…I won’t disappoint mom that’s for sure. I get myself dressed in my usual jeans and tank top and head to the garage that is open, woo hoo, and waiting for me. Oh this is nice…I slip on my jacket and push my bike to the back gate, slip my hand into my pocket and close the garage door. I almost forgot to do that…and then I don my helmet and I’m off.
I’m headed north east when I notice the patrol car sitting in a new spot today…wonder what he’s up to this time. I wait until I get to my usual half mile from him and start down the highway only this time I get off as soon as I find a nice hard pan. I know he’s just watching and waiting…I’ll lay you odds our game is on for tomorrow, Saturday. This is going to be so much fun, I can hardly wait.
I find a couple of the small ditches that were on the photos and there was a nice wash out here as well but the coup de gras was the gulley. Now there’s a ditch, a big ditch. If I time it just right and at the right angle I can sail right over it…and so I get off my bike, walk the terrain, get a good lay of the land and then I find just a tiny rise, just enough, and I gave it a try. “OH.MY.GOD.” I’ve got to tell you there is nothing like it, it felt like I was air borne forever and when I stood on the pedals in preparation for my landing it felt like the most wonderful sensation I have ever felt in my life. It had to be as good as Maria said sex was…no! It had to be better than sex. When I came down the bike just seemed to settle into the sand like a well bred horse would land after a terrific jump. I turn around, go back, and walk the ditch again, actually I think it might be a dried up river bed, a deep dried up river bed, and I found the spot where I wanted to make my return jump, it had a little rise to it also, you could miss it if you weren’t looking for it. I had to be prepared for Max and I didn’t want to take any chances…I did my return jump and then took a drink of water…people let me tell you…I’m on a high right now that won’t stop.
I prepare myself for another jump and this time I plan my strategy for my upcoming competition and as I sail through the air I turn my bike and plan my landing so that I’m heading east for my return trip, leaving Max Evans eating my dust. Oh I can’t wait. I want to call him and set up an appointment that’s how badly I want this. Just you wait ass hole…I’ve waited years to get back at you and if this is the only way then I’ll take it. The plan worked, I change directions mid air, land and I’m headed right back toward the highway…now that’s what I call a plan, I can hardly wait until tomorrow.
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I get home right around 3:00 and can’t believe its so late…I haven’t had anything to eat since 8:00 this morning and I don’t feel the least bit hungry. I think that’s what is called adrenaline…I must be running on adrenaline. I get myself into a warm shower, and it really feels good… then I fix myself some dinner. I still have that decorating chapter to read and I think I noticed a good movie on tonight. At least I hope there is anyway.
Well, I guess I’d better get in the office and check for any e-mails from John. I do get paid to work and not plan Enduro strategies but God that was fun. I find one message and check it out:
To: the little surveyor
From: big john
I stood there laughing…Big John? Okay, big john it is. He just wanted to know how the local gendarme’ was treating me. I laughed and replied:
To: big john
From: the little surveyor
“The big race is tomorrow…I’ll bet my life on it. Lol” and I hit send.
Not ten seconds later another message came through…
To: the little surveyor
From: big john
“Hey, you’re not getting yourself into any trouble are you?”
Reply:
To Big John:
From the little surveyor:
“Never, just a game of cat and mouse and is it fun!” (send)
To: the little surveyor
From: big john
“Well, be careful. We don’t want to have to bail you out for endangering the lives of others…especially the highway patrol.”
Reply:
“No sweat, no one is in any danger unless he tries to outrun me…then he’s the one that did it not me.” (send)
To: the little surveyor
From: big john
“Liz, just be careful.”
Reply:
“Will do, you worry too much. Bye!!!” (send)
Well, that was fun.
I guess I’ll go do my required reading before heading to my room. I think I’ll watch TV from there, no, I think I’ll read in there also. Why not just get ready for bed now that way I can just curl up and go to sleep when I’m ready to. This is like Christmas Eve and waiting for Santa Claus to come. You want to go to bed at three o’clock in the afternoon hoping it will get here faster.
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Jimmy:
“Hey Michael, can I ask you if you know a Liz Parker and if she has any history with Max Evans of the Highway Patrol. He’s part of your team isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he is Mr. Jameson, why?”
“First off Michael, you have to call me Jimmy. Everyone calls me Jimmy and I have a list here of acquaintances with whom all of you guys grew up with in Roswell and it appears that this Liz Parker is listed as one of your wife’s friends.”
“Oh Jimmy, don’t ever be concerned about Maria spilling the beans to anyone about our program. She knows nothing about it…she does know that I’m undercover at the school and that I’ve hired two more people but she doesn’t even know who they are. She couldn’t tell anyone anything because she doesn’t know anything. As for Liz, yeah, she and Maria go all the way back to the diaper brigade. We all went to school together and Max and Liz dated for a while during our sophomore year but they had a bad falling out, over Kyle’s wife as a matter of fact, and Liz forbade any of us to mention Max’s name in her presence ever again. It was a great big misunderstanding and Maria and I almost broke up over it but as long as none of us tried to tell Liz or Maria what actually happened we were okay so we just left well enough alone. Is there some reason you’re concerned about Liz?”
“No Michael, nothing like that I just wanted to get all of these loose ends tied up and make sure nothing unforeseen happens”
“Well okay then. We haven’t seen Liz in almost two years. She and Maria used to talk to each other on the phone all of the time but since we left Roswell after our wedding things seemed to stop for some reason. I think Liz is living in L.A. At least she was the last I heard.”
“Fair enough Michael. You have a nice week-end and take care of that little wife of yours. I hear you’re expecting.”
“Yeah, about three months to go and I can’t wait…Maria is getting really bitchy about not being able to get comfortable in bed and she’s still got three more months. She’s really tiny and the bump is growing so I know she’s going to be impossible. But it will be worth it in the long run.”
“Yes it will Michael. Take care and good bye.”
“Good bye Jimmy.”
And we hung up. Well now, if that’s not one interesting piece of news…they actually dated each other ten years ago and she’s still pissed, that is interesting.
I head to the lap top I have in my briefcase and send a message off to John…it seems he and Liz have come up with some tricky little addresses for themselves…
To: big john
From: jimmy the lock (that ought to make his day)
“Hey John, Evans and Parker actually dated each other in high school. They had a big falling out and haven’t spoken to each other since they were sophomores…how’s that grab ya! I hope this little fact doesn’t put a crimp in our crust.” (send)
And I turn the computer off and go to join my wife for some relaxation. I think, after the week I’ve had, I deserve it.
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