Chp52 Aspen con Amour

Its Sunday morning, or very late Saturday night. I sit in the SUV drinking dad's very expensive scotch. Taylor is in the driver seat hogging the bottle. I stare out across the partial moon lite landscape at the loom shadow of ajax mountain.

The cell phone sits off on the dash. The war is over. The Lincoln gambit is dead. Welch believes he'll be dead inside a month. He is ratting out everyone and everything he knows to avoid a death sentence and long jail term. Welch knows he'll service at least twenty years before he gets close to a parole hearing. But no one is laying bets he'll age a year older. Not with the people he's outing.

The real villains are the Sonntag clan in Taiwan. That frigging shipyard I bought. Seems they not only ran it into the ground, but were augmenting their wealth through smuggling drugs and sex workers. Lincoln was a client. Shipping money out of the country in hollowed logs. Their US. Based lawyer, American born Taiwan Sue Wang-Meyers, is sings with audio and video of the illegal activities of the Sonntag clan. She already cut a deal for 10-years and 30 million dollars' restitution. Taiwan and Interpol are rounding up the various members. The Taiwan government is serious with the revelation that two legislator assassinate last year were Sonntag victims.

I sit in the car sipping scotch. Tomorrow the idealistic oasis of Aspen will be no more as the family will scatter to the winds back to their normal lives. I plan on staying another week. I need to heal body and mind. The terror of losing Anna, or any member of my family was draining and damaging. I love my family; they are everything to me. I sip as I dread the dawn.

The door opens, and a sprite of brown hair and shining blue eyes smiles at me. "Can you walk?" she says with a sweet lithe of love. I nod yes as I shake no. she looks at Taylor. She smirks. "Sawyer, get some help?" she tries to take the glass from me. I evade her very quick hands and splash some to the scotch, very expensive scotch on the seat. Jason pours another two fingers. I gulp before little miss Steele get my glass. I smirk as she finally gets the glass.

I leer at her. she wearing a Planet Express teen shirt with crotch cutter shorts and a light jacket of mine. With the sleeves rolled above her elbows. She looks edible and perfect. Too perfect for a damaged nut job, unlucky bastard like me. I mean I keeping putting my family in danger. It's all my fault. All my fault.

She smacks my face lightly. Shit did I just say that out loud. Shit she nods at me. the scotch, very expensive dad's scotch is making me talk my thoughts. I dream of heavenly sex; she closes my chin. Blushing bright red.

I watch the ground as Sawyer carries me over his shoulder. I watch the ground give way to the wood decking of the porch. The tile and carpet of the house. I see my annoying kid brother and his girl sleeping under a blanket in the ruins of the Lego robot death stadium. My brother, god am I and Anna that sickening in love as those two. I mean it's like watching a sappy chick flick, I really have to prank Elliot. I think no I know, no I think. Screw it, I'm drunk and sleepy. I watch the stair treads as sleep takes me away.

I wake to a warm body in my arms. The soft brown hair over my face. The scent of Anna, my private brand of morphine. My woman. I relish every single fact of her in my world. The smart, funny, caring, and loving woman she is. all mine.

Last night, we sit at the dining room table playing some board game about Babylon five, the TV series. Luke is losing as Elliot is winning, I'm holding my own as the girls trash us all. The kids, as we've now call the Mikey-Sammy thing, are building some elaborate Lego model on the day room floor. Something about Bot-wars.

I am going to serious restrict my Flintstones when I get back. They sent a whole footlocker chest of Arduino and stamp PIC and miscellaneous hardware. The genius have built six robots and dozen mini pc stamp projects. It's like their on speed. I had to check with Mom, to make sure their caffeine and sugar is cut in half. But know its super geek, or nerd love. When not building they are spooning or second base necking in quiet rooms.

I stayed for the first round of the robot battle. I watch as the serious face of the two combating geeks warriors prepared. That lasted about one second after the ring announcer Lady K "Welcome Ladies and Gentleman. Christian an Elliot. To the first Battle of the BOTS in the newly finish Aspen Blood Bowl. The red corner is the Sexy Siren from the east Sammy the Crusher. Her opponent in the blue corner the beast of Bellevue, Mad Mastroeni Mikey the Pancakeer. Please remember to keep your hand and leg in the ride at all times. And in the event of a water landing, please latch on to surf boy Elliot as a government approved floatation device. Avoid Christian, as he will sink. Ready warriors of the dayroom! Ready, steady, oh I forgot the grant prize is an all expensive payed holiday in the closed and chaos of the Bedrock University or otherwise known as Grey technology center, in the lovely Grey House. So GO!"

The smiles must hurt their faces. I mean they are in hog heaven. As the chase and smash their robots around and thru the Lego obstacles. I think Sammy is going to win, when Mikey spins and flips over her bot. winning the round. They quickly repair and star a new round. I slip out to car to get a briefing from Welch.

Xxxxxxx

Anna pov.

I watch the Kids battle of the bots. I see Chris slip out. I know he's getting an update. I laugh and cheer the battle. Kate is doing color, well off color commentaries of the battle and tidbits of humor about the contesters and viewers. We are laughing so hard, my eyes water. Elliot is at one point in round four, drafted to play Godzilla thru the battle field. Kate chases him with a pillow. The score keeper Elisa loses the point somewhere after the five round. At the end of round ten, the Time keeper Kaylee calls for an end. The match is official called a tie. Mikey gets a chaste kiss from Sammy. Who he then grabs and does a full body Hollywood dips a kiss. I saw Elliot showing him earlier in the day. what a bunch of goofs'.

Around midnight, I go get Christian. Him a Taylor are drunk in the Car. Really drunk. I get sawyer to grab some guys and haul them inside. Christian is blaming himself for the evil that has fallen on the families. I gentle settle him in bed on his side, so the alcohol wont chokes him if sick.

Checking the house, its quiet. I find the Battle bots on the floor under the pool table, their laboratory of mad science, asleep. Such a perfect sight. I cover them with a blanket. They are so in sync. I marvel at how close they become is just a few days. It's like they were made for each other. I make some tea and sit on the small couch in the ladies' lounge. Watching the stars shine thru the bay windows.

Sammy is a concertation of woes and excitement. She wants Mikey, but is unsure of herself. Her Mother is dead, her father distance, most because of the transgender stuff. Her step mother is unsure how to present her to society and the conservative political social scene the parents are a part of. She now easily spends the night with Mikey. Its crowded, but good.

Ben is itching to get back to his summer rotation, although playing Nurse to Grace has been a high point in his live. The small scars from the windshield glass have mostly disappeared. My parents are looking to get back to a summer project near the coast, a gingerbread cottage in the woods south of Forks. Elliot, Kate, Steve and Mary are talking about surfing. I suspect at the first chance they'll break for the North Shore, or Tahiti. Elisa is looking to restart classes. Her boss is very understanding, but short staffed for the session. Particular for a world caliber geologist. Luke and Shawnee are headed to a security conference in Pensacola Florida, beaches on the Panhandle are so good.

Sawyer and Mia will jet to Paris to check on cooking Schools, a maybe a little fashion shopping. I'm not sure what Grace and Carrick are going; Mikey is happy wherever Sammy is. and I Plan on sending Taylor and Gail to a hotel Spa in Warm Spring, Missouri, with tickets in Branson. I watch the stars. Sip my tea and watch the world lighten. I make my way to bed. cuddle up inside the love of my life. Peaceful dreams take me.

** in a previous chap. is a real cameo of me and my late girlfriend, a true life scene that really happened. first one to id it gets to decide if Mia and Sawyer work out. Also thanks for the support. its been hard since May to get and keep my life on track. lost deacon.