Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 17:16:50 -0700
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET: CHAPTER 13
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Brief Recap of Chapter 12 of FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET
FAA'LEX
Excluding the unfortunate bombing attack, our time in Paris was wonderful.
We finished our public activities by the second day and had the remainder
of the week to explore the city freely. Notre Dame and Montmartre were
both gorgeous sites and the various smaller museums kept us awed with the
beauty of art. Versailles impressed us with its sheer size and grandeur as
we were given another private guided tour and luncheon there. There were
even a couple of days where we got to behave like typical tourists and not
do anything other than window shop and stroll the beautiful avenues. I
found some lovely things to decorate our new quarters and arranged for
those items to be shipped to Isabelle. It included a painting of the
Eiffel Tower and the park that we found in a small art gallery I know Louis
really wanted. Before we knew it, our week was over and we were boarding a
bullet train to London for our third week of vacation. Let's hope that
there will be no disaster caused by the OEA once we get there.
FINDING LOVE ON THE RED PLANET: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (13)
ADAM NEWTON
I was thrilled to learn that the trip was going relatively smoothly. The
events in Paris were disturbing and everyone in both governments were quick
to denounce the group as murderers. If they anticipated gaining any
support from the public, the deaths of all those innocent civilians
backfired to the worst degree. We were prepping for the opening of the new
settlement when I received a call from the Lampreys. Apparently, they ran
into Louis in Chicago and he invited them to attend since were dedicating
it to their son Wallace. We chatted for several minutes and I promised to
forward their invitations by special courier. Looking back on my
electronic notepad, I realized that he had told me about them but I had
been preoccupied with the reports from Paris. My wife was finally going to
join us here once the new colony opened as I also requested a new residence
there. She made arrangements to sublet our lodgings on the moon and was
busy packing and shipping the necessary items. It would be nice to have
her with us again since her current position was being shifted here.
MARSHALL
Well, our operatives blew it again by not making the bomb small enough to
only kill them. It didn't help that they were totally wrong about where
the couple was even staying in Paris. If this keeps up, our group is never
going to get any more support from the public. This era of cooperation and
understanding between our species must be stopped at any cost. We cannot
allow this to continue if we intend to make our organization the only one
in power. London was going to be more difficult in light of some recent
activity by a separatist group from Wales that had bombed a house near
Parliament. Our only real hope for another potential chance was in
Honolulu. It was the only place where the itinerary had been released
prior to the disaster in Paris. Whether it would remain the same had not
been learned so we had agents striving to find out that answer. It would
be our last opportunity at all because, once he returned to Mars, the
security would be so extremely tight and practically impenetrable.
LOUIS
We boarded a bullet train from Paris through the Chunnel to London rather
than fly. Our security team had made every effort to create the illusion
of us getting on a plane. It seemed to work as there were several last
minute one-way tickets purchased but none for the train. The current Queen
of England , Diana, was offering the use of one of her heavily guarded
castles while we visited London. In addition to our own security
personnel, a special cadre from the British secret service would be
trailing along as backup. The train traveled through some gorgeous country
before entering the passageway for the Chunnel. It was light and sunny in
France when we started but as we emerged in Great Britain the weather
became grey and cloudy. For most of the trip, there was a light rain
combined with fog until we pulled into the main station in London. From
there, our security teams used several decoy vehicles to ensure that we
arrived at Hampton Court. This was the building where we would be staying
as it was continuously guarded by both British and our personal bodyguards.
We were greeted by the Crown Princess Catherine and her fiancé Lord
Andrew Buckingham, who were to be our hosts for the duration of our stay.
It was a great honor to be allowed to stay with members of the Royal
Family. In fact, our first major event was a luncheon at Buckingham Palace
the next day so we had a small, intimate meal with our hosts. Our
conversation was pleasant, entertaining and somewhat somber when the Paris
bombing came up. After a brief, after dinner recital by a string quartet,
Faa'lex and I retreated to our room for the evening.
The night was quiet as we cleaned up and crawled into bed. Both of us were
too wiped out to even consider sex so we just kissed and snuggled together
until we slept. In the morning, our hosts met us briefly before rushing
off to any early morning appearance at a local charity event. We enjoyed a
private breakfast in a large solarium filled with ferns and palms. It was
terribly romantic until our publicity agent entered with our schedule for
the day. Following our meeting with the Queen and her husband, we were to
address Parliament and offer a technology exchange package for them. Those
were really the only public obligations we had in London so the remainder
of our visit would be personal time. After our meal, we changed into our
formal uniforms and were escorted on a brief tour of downtown London before
being chauffeured to the palace. At the entrance to the building, we were
greeted by the Prime Minister and his wife before walking to the grand
salon for a pre-luncheon meeting. As we waited and chatted with the other
guests, a footman announced the arrival of the Queen.
Queen Diana entered escorted by her husband, Prince Stephen, looking as
regal as one would expect. We were lined up along the north wall and each
of us had only a couple of minutes in which to make our greeting. As they
Royal Couple approached our position, we made our required bows and
extended our hands as we spoke our carefully prepared statements. They
both smiled and indicated that we would be joining them at their personal
table. Smiling, we said "Thank You" and the couple continued down the
reception line. There were a few minutes before the luncheon so the guests
mingled and chatted. We began talking with a local musical celebrity when
a footman arrived to usher us over to the Queen. Both she and her husband
were extremely interested in our relationship and how our honeymoon was
progressing. Talking candidly and honestly, we conversed about the events
we attended, even the bombing in Paris. Before we could continue, the meal
was announced and the guests followed the Royal Couple into the formal
dining room. Being shown to the Queen's table we waited until she was
seated before we took our chairs. The luncheon was presented by a quietly
efficient staff who managed to be almost invisible. Conversation was
polite and respectful through every course until we reached dessert. A
large cake was brought in which celebrated our relationship. We blew out
the candles and then it was sliced and served with ice cream. After the
meal, there was a small gathering for selected guests in a private drawing
room where we had a longer talk with Diana and Stephen. About one hour
later, the Royals left in the same stately fashion and we returned to our
residence in time to greet Princess Catherine and Lord Andrew as they
returned home.
ISABELLE
The construction on Lamprey Station was nearing completion as was Louis and
Faa'lex's personal quarters. My father even stopped by to check on the new
residence for he and my mother. Our family had obtained three separate
quarters all in proximity to one another so we could keep in closer
contact. A large shipping crate arrived from Earth with a variety of home
decorations and wrapped gifts from Louis. An enclosed letter requested
incorporating the knick knacks into the quarters and storing the gifts
until they returned. I fell in love with the oil painting of the Eiffel
Tower that we hung in a prominent location in the main living room.
Several packages were labeled for various friends and relatives so we
placed those in a locked storage bin for later. With nothing further to do
here, I headed over to the unit I would be sharing with Diana. She was
there arranging some of the furniture and décor we had acquired when I
entered. The official opening of the new colony was in 3 months as safety
tests and last minute adjustments would need to be completed. We also
finished the plans for our upcoming wedding and our dinner to surprise our
families with the news. Both groups would be attending the dedication and
we felt it was the perfect opportunity to make the announcement. With our
work done, we returned to the small apartment we shared at Galileo Base to
enjoy a quiet evening at home alone,
FAA'LEX
Our hosts met us as we both returned to Hampton Court. Their day had been
just as stressful due to recent rumors of Lord Andrew's supposed
homosexuality. Neither of us believed it but it really wasn't our
business. The meeting with Parliament had been delayed due to another bomb
threat by the Welsh separatist group. We ended up spending a quiet evening
enjoying a relaxing meal and conversation before retiring early. Once in
our room, Louis started a warm bath in the large spa tub in our private
bathroom. I watched from the doorway as he undressed without realizing I
was observing him. He lowered the lighting before I sensed him turning to
beckon me. Carefully, I scrambled into the other room and quickly shed m
uniform as he came into the room. He tiptoed up to my back and tenderly
slipped his arms around my waist. I smiled as I asked what he had in mind,
knowing the answer already. Louis giggled and took my hand to lead me into
the bathroom. By now, a faint haze of steam floated in the air as we
neared the tub. He turned and threw his arms around my neck and kissed me
passionately. I could feel his organ growing against my leg the longer we
made out. Breaking the embrace, we slowly entered the steaming tub and
Louis cuddled between my legs, leaning against my chest. A softly tuned
radio was playing as he moved my hands over his body. Moaning as I
encircled his throbbing cock, he turned and we kissed again until I felt
the need to be filled.
Moving Louis into a seated position on the edge of the tub, I kissed my way
down to his erection. Using my tongue, I circled his head and moved
teasingly down his shaft. Taking one ball in my mouth at a time, I sucked
and nibbled on them until I felt him begin to quiver. Sliding back up his
erection, I savored the river of sweet precum that flowed like water.
Reaching the top, I swallowed him to the base and used my throat muscles to
massage each glorious inch. Making sure that I had him well lubricated, I
straddled his hips and slowly lowered my ass onto the hard cock I loved.
He groaned and panted as I reached bottom, slightly thrusting up with his
waist. Kissing him with full tongue, I started to move and he met my
actions without even thinking. The more often we made love, the deeper our
bond became. Louis was constantly telling me how much he love me and how
special our time together is to him. All of these sweet words were done
purely through mental telepathy, which was becoming second nature to Louis
thanks to our joining ceremony. I responded with similar ideas and
statements, urging him to take me fully and show me who I am to him. For
almost 30 minutes, our passion increased until I lost control and covered
our chests with sweet, warm cum. As my orgasm started, I could feel Louis
filling my ass with his own load. It took several minutes for our
breathing to return to normal and we finished cleaning up before crawling
into bed.
The next morning, we prepped for breakfast and learned that our hosts would
be escorting us to speak at Parliament. After our meal, our party entered
several heavily guarded and fortified vehicles for the short drive to our
last public engagement. Catherine and Andrew led the procession once Queen
Diana was seated in her ceremonial throne. We followed the Royal Couple
and were seated in specially designated chairs. After brief greetings from
the Queen and Prime Minister, we were introduced to the gathered VIP's.
Louis opened the speech with a gracious "Thank You" for being invited to
address the assembly. This was followed by a pledge to work for greater
cooperation between our two species. Turning it over to me, I echoed those
sentiments before outlining the technology swap that my leaders had
proposed. Providing a large sealed packet to the Prime Minister, I
explained the basic premise and how it would benefit both societies. We
completed our talk with an invitation to any member who was interested to
come to address the Council of Ancients. Saying our "Farewell," we turned
the podium back to the Prime Minister. He acknowledged our greetings and
thankfulness before allowing the Queen to respond. She was just as
eloquent and appreciative of both our offer and our desire for the future.
At the end of the meeting, the entire room, rose to allow the Queen to
leave before we followed our hosts out to a small reception room with some
of the leaders. Our speech was well-received and we got several inquiries
on who to contact for travel arrangements and offers to assist in further
technological development.
Two hours later, our engagement was complete and we donned our disguises to
do some sight seeing in London. We toured the British Museum and marveled
at the variety of artifacts that were contained in the respected building.
A quick ride of the London Eye and a brief visit to Madame Tussauds before
returning to Hampton Court for the evening. The remainder of our stay was
purely for relaxation and enjoyment rather than political necessity. A
final dinner with the Royal Family capped off our week-long holiday.
Luckily, there were no further events like the bombing in Paris and the
Welsh separatist group had made no further attempts since the arrests. The
following morning, our caravan made its way to Heathrow, where we boarding
a private jumbo jet for our last destination, Honolulu. We had no public
appearances scheduled there as we had issued a false agenda to throw off
potential attacks. Since the flight was so long, we had a private sleeping
cabin where we spent most of our time between meals and safety drills.
Part of me was sad since this was going to be our last stop on Earth for a
potentially long time but I looked forward to building my future with
Louis.
LOUIS
Our flight to Honolulu had an uneventful takeoff and we enjoyed a wonderful
breakfast of sweet cinnamon rolls, omelets, bacon, and hot tea. We
finished and sent off our next set of communiqués to various Martian
leaders about our progress. By that point we decided to retire to our
private cabin to watch some movies and relax. Within about an hour, we
both were very drowsy and decided to sleep. Letting our flight crew know
of our intention, they agreed to notify us if we needed to prepare for
rough weather. Crawling into our bed, we left our uniforms on and snuggled
under a light blanket. We soon drifted off to sleep and had clear skies
until we approached Hawaii. Our pilot buzzed us to get ready for landing
and soon we found ourselves in a tropical paradise. A quick drive to a
private lagoon resort was the last transfer we would make for our final
week on Earth. I looked forward to having this alone time to just be a
newlywed couple. Part of me was also hoping to find some special locations
to celebrate our love. As it was, we both decided to just crawl in bed and
sleep until tomorrow. When his arms encircled me, I felt so safe and loved
that it did not take long for us to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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