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    Dadgumit! It's like waiting for the barrage to end, and work to begin! GBY&Y's, Mrs. Pac!

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    Now who are these brothers? Are they Marks brothers? Keep tuning in as Mrs Pac will explain all in good time, (when she feels like it. LOL) Thank you for all you do Pac, I am deeply involved.
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    So sad that Cody has turned against the family and his grandma .Thank you Pac, will wait for another chapter with baited breath.

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    Your story is amazing. thank you Pac

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    The two brothers from Georgia are the brothers of the man (Gordon) that killed his children in the custody dispute. Rennie's sister and husband were in the dispute, he killed the children in the courthouse, was killed in a gun battle with the bailiff. Rennie is their target, she was the lawyer for her sister. The sister then killed herself, leaving Duncan (now Barry) to be raised by Rennie.

    I realize this is confusing, but the scene was set in some of the last chapters of the last story.

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    Thanks Pac! I was trying to figure out who in Georgia would be gunning for the clan.

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    Mrs. Pac, it also sounds like Cody is tied in with the Satanists, as is Teddy, now, and of course, Rennie's parents... Man, what a tangled web of corruption and deceit... Murderous, to say the least... Glad you're there, Mrs. Pac, to lead us through the rocks and shoals... Most certainly, an ancient mariner would warn that "there be dragons there..."

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    Thank you

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    Thanks, Pac, for the many new chapters - and even the new book - since I last said thanks!

    I've been down with a chest cold and have kept up on the reading in between sleeping, but haven't felt like posting (or doing much of anything else either!). I'm starting to get better, little bit by little bit, and am always happy to have another chapter to read during my "coughing breaks."

    Much thanks for the action!
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    Thank you Mrs. Pac!

    "There be dragons here.....", but are they prepared to meet men and women of virtue with cold iron and swords of flame.

    Mark needs to dig down to the bottom of his Marshal's kit and get a couple of tazers. Something to stun Cody or Abbi long enough get them under control. With Cody, Lennie could use Evie's Griswald to knock some sense into him.
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    Thank you Pac.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Freebirde View Post
    Thank you Mrs. Pac!

    "There be dragons here.....", but are they prepared to meet men and women of virtue with cold iron and swords of flame.

    Mark needs to dig down to the bottom of his Marshal's kit and get a couple of tazers. Something to stun Cody or Abbi long enough get them under control. With Cody, Lennie could use Evie's Griswald to knock some sense into him.
    Actually, Ma'am, all Mark needs, is some zip ties, a wooden chair, some soft cotton towels, and buckets of water... Both would talk, rather than drown... 'Course, Mark does have experience in "disappearing" bad folk... Don't really know if Cody is salvageable, let alone Abbi... Both are, to me anyway, under the Satinist's control...

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    Quote Originally Posted by OldArcher View Post
    Actually, Ma'am, all Mark needs, is some zip ties, a wooden chair, some soft cotton towels, and buckets of water... Both would talk, rather than drown... 'Course, Mark does have experience in "disappearing" bad folk... Don't really know if Cody is salvageable, let alone Abbi... Both are, to me anyway, under the Satinist's control...

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    I hope that "Ma'am" is for Mrs. Pac.

    Abbi and Cody are just pawns and won't know much. The Georgia brothers on the other hand would be a good information source to start working up the chain.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Freebirde View Post
    I hope that "Ma'am" is for Mrs. Pac.

    Abbi and Cody are just pawns and won't know much. The Georgia brothers on the other hand would be a good information source to start working up the chain.
    My most humble apologies, Freebirde... I must lay claim to ignorance- a thing I've often been guilty of...

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    The reason Bruce was late, beyond his tussle with the hospital, he had stopped to buy a weapon at a sporting goods store. It had been forever waiting for the Federal background check to come through, and when it did, he paid, picked up the Glock and headed home.

    For the moment, the gun was unloaded, in the back in a digital fingerprint safe. Bruce knew he would have to take the required concealed carry permit training to be able to have the gun with him, but for now he could have it in the bedroom for protection for the family.

    Bruce drove into the retreat yard when he phoned in to Mark and the latter opened the gate. Bruce gathered up his new purchases and carried them in the house.

    Mark could see what they were and he said nothing, and neither did Bruce. He could hear Eddy crying in a far room and down the hall he went at a gallop. Dumping his armful in a corner, Bruce went to kiss his wife, the most beautiful woman in the world.

    That wife, with the strain of the day was having a terrible time getting Eddy to cooperate in the eating department. She was frustrated, the baby was frustrated, Phoebe was frustrated and Bruce picked up his son, looked at the mini-me, and seriously asked the boy, "what was the matter."

    Eddy stopped crying and tried to locate Bruce by hearing him talk. As long as Bruce was holding Eddy, the new infant would nurse just fine.

    Tess looked at her tired husband with the two day old beard, and said uncharitably, "He's just like you are, picky." her voice was peevish, and Bruce might have been tempted to laugh, but he clamped his teeth together.

    For his effort, Nurse Phoebe patted his back, and it took two lungful's of air to begin breathing again. Eddy was a happy baby with his father near. Julie had to sit on his lap, patting his cheek and calling him Papa, and that was the first that Phoebe knew she could talk. Later, she explained to Bruce that she and Julie had played a game to stay quiet when Cody was passing near.

    "Little Miss Julie," Bruce had said, "thank you for being so brave and minding Miss Phoebe. And Miss Phoebe, thank you for being such a quick thinker. Good job ladies."

    Bruce schmoozed, and the lady's involved preened a bit. Now it was Trish's turn to clamp her teeth and she watched Bruce with better humor now that Eddy was eating.

    Bruce watched nurse Phoebe with mixed emotions. Where Mark had found a belt that was large enough for the ample nurse to wear with the holster and Glock prominently displayed, he didn't know, but at least the woman was brave enough to protect his family. He thanked her seriously for her willingness to protect Trish, Eddy and Julie.

    "Might have to save you someday," the nurse had grinned, and Bruce felt a scattering of fear. He had nodded, the safe thing to do.


    Lou and MariAnn were sitting at the table finishing their homework, and Lemmie had put a plate of cookies on the table for them to snack on. They both reached for the last cookie at the same time, and a squabble broke out, just like it would between real brothers and sisters.

    Honey walked over and told them to break it in half and share; and they looked at her like the thought had never occurred to them. Honey chuckled and went back to sit on the couch near, but not right up against Milo.
    She had figured out that she had to be a foot, foot and a half away from him, other wise he got too warm temperature wise, and when he got warm, she got warm.

    Honey had been talking with Clora and had asked about going to her parent's place and getting clothes and supplies. "Tomorrow in the daylight would be better. Mark and Milo need to plan for that, and in that same train of thought, are you happy or unhappy that Milo has come on so strong?"

    "It's awful new, and hard to sort out at times, but wanted. Yes very much enjoyed and wanted." Honey had emphasized to Clora. "I told my self this morning I don't have a map, and I don't know where we're going, but it's promising a heck of a ride to get there."

    Clora wasn't entirely satisfied with Honey's response, it sounded a little too flip for Clora's taste. and of course Milo was one of her kids, so the lady's had better be careful how they replied. Clora was also disturbed for the reply seemed to indicate nothing permanent, and she hoped the young lady understood there would not be any of that behavior in Clora's house.

    Milo the eves dropper had been satisfied, it was a good start, especially if she was a willing partner.

    Later that night, Milo escorted Honey to her room in the girls wing and stopped for a kiss before he let her go in.

    "You taste like sunshine," his voice was thick.

    Honey watched him with gold eyes that darkened with her own feelings and Milo had whispered something against her lips. "What?" she questioned, her mind and ears weren't connected and working tonight.

    "You taste like your name, sweet like honey." he whispered back. "Very desirable honey to taste again and again."

    Honey had to close her eyes against the power of his words, and draw a couple of jagged breaths. "I....I...." and then she lost the thought as Milo kissed her again. "What did you say?" he asked with their lips touching and she couldn't remember to tell him.

    MariAnn was coming down the hall to her room, and she turned and went in without acknowledging they were there.

    Milo opened the room door and turned on the lights. He cleared the room and fixed the shutters and drew the drapes. Honey picked up her purse and briefcase and put them on the floor next to the dresser. "I've got to write my reports," she whispered. Milo smiled, "want me to help?" he offered and she had to shake her head no.

    "I can't handle the both at the same time," Honey explained, "not and have my report make any sense."

    "Too bad, you're gonna miss out on a good deal," he teased. Honey nodded, she understood. Milo gave her a sizzling once over glance to warm her up for the cold night ahead and went out whistling.

    Honey sat down on the side of the bed and stared at the small desk. She had to get to work. About half way through, she removed her suit and put her weapon by her pillow, putting her slip back on to use as a night gown. When she turned around, Milo was standing inside her door. She hadn't heard him or the door and she gasp a little.

    "I came down here to tell you to lock your door, I can't stay away from you." He got a eyeful of Honey. "Please lock your door," and he was silently gone. Honey walked over and turned the button. Milo tested it from the other side and Honey smiled.

    She worked for another hour, finishing the difficult and detailed reports on the two she had visited today and the results. It was after eleven before she finished and turned out the lights. She heard Milo walk away from her door.

    Clora hadn't liked her answer this afternoon when she had asked Honey where she and Milo were headed. Honey was thinking about that, and she really had no good answer for Milo's mother. She didn't have a clue, and a lot of it depended on Milo and how serious he intended to get.

    One thing about it, if Mother was home tomorrow when they went to get the things Honey needed, one session with the disagreeable woman would probably send Milo running for the hills. She sighed hard and turned over, trying to find a comfortable spot to go to sleep.




    Ben did his stint at guard duty, with five of them, they had shorter hours to be on call. He had seen Milo standing guard outside his lady's room, and then leave to get some sleep when her light went out. Milo was like a bug on a windshield, splattered all over the place about that woman. Kind of like he was about Tess. Ben prayed a lot when he was on duty, it helped to pass the time and when it was quiet, it was easier to differentiate between your answer to your problem, or the one you should be listening for, from God.

    Toby relieved Ben at one am., and Ben hurried to their room. Tess was brushing her hair and Ben laid down to watch her. She was teasing him, not looking his way until she was darn good and ready. Tess turned out the light.

    Bruce was so tired, he had been up for three nights sitting in the chair in Tricia's room. Finally in a bed, he went to sleep and didn't hear his son's habit of eating every two hours, and needing his diaper changed and the other hundred noises a sleep deprived Trish managed to make trying to wake him up.

    Toby and Rennie bedded TJ and Barry on the floor and little Miss Lyric was in the bottom dresser drawer that had been pulled out. They looked at each other in exhaustion, kissed and fell asleep. Toby was hard to wake up when Ben rapped on the door for guard change, but he stumbled out to do his duty.

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    Thanks for MOAR

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    Thank you Pac.

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    Oh man I have been waiting for this lol. Thank you dear lady.

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    Just like old times only now Mark has some help watching. Thank you Pac.
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    Clora was up early, coffee started and prayers said in the early morning. Quietly she let the dogs in, they knew to behave and lay at her feet as she sat at the table. Clora used that time to pet, scratch behind the ears and softly praise the animals that guarded them through the night.

    Dawg and Bootsie let her know someone else was up, and when Bruce came shuffling down the hall, Clora got up and filled another cup of crankcase oil thick coffee.

    "I don't know how you fix this, but it's the only way to get started in the morning," Bruce eagerly reached for the cup.

    "I fix it in honor of my Grandmother, who's coffee was stronger , much stronger than this." Clora replied with a smile. "I don't think about her as much as I should, the days get so busy and I get wrapped up in that."

    Bruce nodded. "If I ever had grandparents, and it's obvious I did or I wouldn't be here, I never knew about any of them. I 'sort of' reconciled with my Father before he passed away, but he told me he wouldn't speak of his parents." Bruce shrugged. "Some day, I may look up my ancestry; maybe when Eddy gets older and we get the 'where did I come from' questions."

    "He's a beautiful baby, that's quite a package God has trusted you with; Julie and Eddy."

    "And you know something? I really like it. I always wanted a family, and I tried so hard to screw that up, and I can only say that it has to be God that brings me back to where He wants me to be. I don't know of anyone that has gotten so many chances to get it right, as I have." Bruce took a cautious sip of the boiling hot coffee.

    "Well, as long as you understand those chances aren't limitless, after a while God expects obedience." Clora warned gently. "He also expects children to be raised in His name."

    Bruce nodded. "It seems so easy to want to do that now, kids sure make you change the type of thinking a person does."

    Clora nodded, happy that Bruce was getting 'the word.'

    "Tell me about the surgery you will do on Ben's shoulder." she asked, as she renewed the cups with more high octane sludge. Bruce shuddered, he hadn't been able to take a full swallow as of yet.

    "Actually more routine than a person might think. More knees and hips are done, but it will be three to four hours, depending on the degree of severity and damage. I'm assuming the way his arm hangs, that he has broken the socket."

    Clora listened carefully, nodding as Bruce explained the procedure.

    "So tell me, how do you feel?" Bruce asked as Clora shifted her feet under Dawg to have them warmer.

    "Foot and breastbone doing well. But I will tell you about a problem I'm having with one of the implanted 'grains.' Do you remember the one that Mark pressed on, that one has begun to send painful shocks. Do you have enough of a hospital left over that you could do surgery here? I'm not anxious to be in the hospital." Clora asked quietly.

    "Alright, give me your hand," Clora ordered. "The one I'm talking about is getting ready to give me a shock."

    Bruce scooted closer and Clora took his hand and when the vibrations had built to where she figured it was going to send the current, she put the back of Bruce's fingers on the spot and he felt the jolt. It made the fingers sting and tingle.

    "That's quite a wake up call, how many of those do you get a day?"

    "Three or four, they are increasing in intensity. The current started small, and either it can be controlled, or this one is malfunctioning." Clora remarked. "They are very unpleasant to endure."

    "I should hope to shout," Bruce rubbed his hand. "Of course, that's the deep one, isn't it?"

    Clora nodded.

    "I'll check out what's left in the 'hospital' room today. I have two small surgery's this afternoon, and it would be better if Trish could assist, but I might see if Phoebe would help. One way or the other, we'll get that out soon. Now tell me, how is Mark going to react?" Bruce questioned.

    "Just fine," Mark's strong voice interrupted the Doctor's line of thought. "As long as it gets out soon." the head lion padded silently into the kitchen and poured half a cup and cut the sludge with hot water that Bruce hadn't noticed on the stove.

    "Did you feel the current?" Mark asked, sitting next to Clora. "I have to check again with a locator, but I think there were five or six hits I got the first sweep."

    Bruce nodded. "The thing is, I can probably take some of them out, maybe not all; it depends on where their located and how deep. Today is Thursday, usually last day for surgery in the hospital and I have two this afternoon. If I can get the supplies we need, lets plan on Saturday morning so I have the day to watch and control the bleeding."

    "Thank you," Clora said gratefully.

    Mark flinched hard, and Bruce looked at him with concern, "What just happened there?"

    "Dawg licked my foot," Mark rubbed his forehead. "I can't stand that sensation."

    "Oh. Then make him quit." Bruce didn't see any thing wrong with his advise.

    "You've never had a dog, have you?" Mark asked, and then chuckled when Bruce shook his head no. "I didn't think so." Mark replied, and had a swallow of coffee.

    "So what are we going to do about the two loose nuts, that are a threat?" Bruce was watching Mark.

    "Wait until they make a move and let us know how they intend to escalate." Mark replied, shrugging his shoulders. "What else can we do?"

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    Thank you Mrs. PAC

    I'm waiting on my "sludge" to get done so I can get some go go go juice in myself. LOL

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    Thank You, Mrs. Pac. Great way to start the day.


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    Thank you Pac.
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    Thank You Pac

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    Pac: As always, thanks for more gripping installments in the saga of the Linderman clan.

    Good to see Dr. Bruce is getting his act together. Much as it pains Mark to admit it, they need his skills desperately right now. I think he can become a good man in the Linderman mold if he can keep his demons under control.

    I'm most concerned about poor Ted right now. Sounds like he has fallen in with the witches and nothing good can come from that. He is especially vulnerable right now without the support of the clan to pull him out of the mess he is getting into. Poor guy.
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    Miss Honey found herself being kissed awake. "Milo, what are you doing here, you're going to be in so much trou......" the next kiss took care of her whispered warning.

    "I wanted to see what you looked like first thing in the morning." he whispered back, taking in the riot of honey colored hair mussed from sleeping and the gold of her eyes that he watched change to awareness as he lightly traced the curve of her jaw. "You are so beautiful."

    "Please Milo, stop." Honey closed her eyes to control her feelings. "Please don't go against your parents wishes, they are so nice, I have to abide by what they want. How did you get in here, you devil?"

    "I pick locks," Milo confessed, with one last deep kiss. And then the door opened and he was gone.

    Honey closed her eyes again, treasuring the brief interlude, but understanding Mark and Clora would be so upset to find Milo in her room. She wasn't sixteen and hiding a boyfriend, she was a woman that wanted more, much more than that in a relationship approved by God.


    Milo thought he was tricky, until just before breakfast, Mark cornered him by the front door. "Stay out of her room, son" Dad Linderman said levelly. "I won't warn you again."

    Milo grinned, but nodded. "It was worth it," Milo had to swallow hard, as he remembered the warmth and softness of the kiss. "I could wake up next to her for the next hundred years."

    "What does the lady think?"

    "If her eyes are any indication, she'd be willing to wake up next to me." Milo had to blink hard. "Ahh Dad, when you said I'd know when the right one came along, you didn't tell me it would feel like getting slammed across the back with a 2x4."

    Mark looked at Milo and grinned. Clapping his son on the shoulder, he said mildly. "Got your attention, did it?"

    "Yeah, most definitely it did."

    "The rule still stands, stay out of her room." Mark reemphasized as he stared at Milo. Milo didn't blush or duck his head, he stared back at Mark. "No wonder you still kiss Ma like you do; there's no way I will ever get enough of those."

    Mark smiled and went to get more coffee. Now he really needed it.



    Milo and Honey left about nine, Honey had to return her company car if she was going to be off duty and under protective custody. She turned in the car and signed out, sending her hours into the office. Milo had followed her into town with the small Datsun, and she directed him to her parents house.

    Both her parent's cars were gone, so Honey sighed with relief, used her key to let them in, and Milo followed her down the hall to her room. Milo looked around with interest, the bedroom was small, the narrow twin bed up against the wall on the right side. It was fairly devoid of personal items, like the occupant was only passing through.

    Honey put two suitcases on the bed and went to the closet. Milo could see four or five suits hanging up, and a black coat. "How long Milo, do you think I might be there? And what about my work? Will I be able to work with my patients?"

    Milo muttered something under his breath, but the "not if I have anything to say about it, you won't." Came out clear.

    "Milo," she protested, "I have patients that depend on me to help them, I can't just disappear."

    There was a noise at the doorway and Jillian was there, artfully poised in her see through nightie and tousled hair. A pretty pout on her lips and a 'come hither' look in her eye. "I thought I heard voices," she said in a throaty purr. "Hello."

    Milo ran his eyes over her in a one second look, and turned back to the woman with the hungry gold eyes. He didn't bother to say hello, he wasn't interested.

    Milo held Honey's gaze, "get enough for two weeks, we'll probably know more by then."

    Honey nodded, and opened her drawers and removed unmentionables in various colors. Milo was 'professionally' observant, as he liked to think of it, and Honey packed several items including jeans, sturdy shoes and a coat. Lady unmentionables went in next and Milo had to stare at the wall for a bit. The other suitcase was filled with her business suits and dresses. A small brocade jewelry pouch, shampoo and other stuff in bottles and some perfume from the dresser top.

    "Where are you going?" Jillian hadn't given up.

    "Dr. Latimer is in protective custody. There have been threats made against her." Milo didn't even turn around to address Jillian.

    "Is that what they call it now?" Jillian was amused, "Inventive."

    Milo refused to look or interact with Honey's sister, irritating the woman who thought any man that would look at Honey, would fall all over himself for Jillian.

    Honey got her bags packed and then remembered at the last minute to get her phone charger. She opened her desk and noted with irritation that someone had gone through her papers. She picked up her important paper work and it went in on top of the business suits.

    "That's it," she smiled at Milo, and he noticed there wasn't much left in the room. The lady traveled light, he approved, and picked up the suitcases and was stopped at the doorway by Jillian who refused to move.

    Milo gave a big sigh, and Honey turned around to see what was the matter. Taking in the situation, Honey walked around Milo and shoved Jillian hard, moving her down the hall in front of her. Every time Jillian slowed down, she got a shove, and then pushed into her room and Honey shut the door.

    Smiling sweetly at Milo, she held the front door open for him to exit. He put her bags in the back, opened the door for her and then got in to start the small pickup.

    "I've got to do this," he said in a hushed voice, and he pulled Honey close and kissed her well. Light colored illuminous eyes darkened with feeling and Milo swallowed hard as he watched the change. "Honey will you marry me, now..today. I have such deep feelings for you, help me turn them into love, you are the air I breathe for life and soul."

    "Milo...I....yes." she said simply, and reached to touch his face. They got their license, bought rings and were married by a Justice of the Peace. Milo phoned home to tell Mark he would be gone for two days and would be home Sunday afternoon.

    Mark listened to the different timber in Milo's voice, and when he hung up, he looked at Clora. "You win, he married her."

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    Thank-You, Mrs. Pac. God Bless You and Yours...

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    JP wedding (romantic survivalist grin)

    Now get the preacher out to the house and atrium and make Clora n the rest happy also?

    Thanks Mrs. PAC

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    Ya know, that would just be the time for the Bad Guys to attack, Dosadi! While everyone is in the Atrium, celebrating the nuptials... Hope Clora's tuned in, an' everyone's loaded fer bear... That'd be like that great GLOCK ad years ago, where somebody tries to rob a diner, and it's full of 2nd Amendment defenders... That was a beautiful ad, btw...

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    LOl good he married her, THank you Pac.

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    Mark and Clora had a bet going huh? Good for them, also Milo and Honey. Thank you for the chuckle er laugh this am.
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    Thank you Pac fantastic story.

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    Milton Charles Linderman married Honoria Elizabeth Latimer and disappeared in a motel room for two days. Every time they decided to go get something to eat, they were sidetracked. Early Sunday morning, Honey had to have coffee and food.

    "I need to eat Milo, my blood sugar is going low." Honey whispered in his ear. Milo reached over and pulled a curl, just to watch it bounce.

    "I was hoping to save money and just live on love," he teased.

    "Might work for you, but it's going to leave me passed out if I'm not careful."

    "Are you diabetic?"

    "Not yet, but it runs heavy in my Father's family. I usually am very strict about eating more protein than carbs, and I've been getting by."

    Milo sighed, he had no interest in food, but he supposed they'd better eat something if she needed to keep herself in tune. It was more than he could handle, the feeling, shape and loving embrace that Honey gifted him with. He had to kiss her before she could go take a shower, then that sounded like fun and then it was noon.

    Honey went to stand up, and had to sit back down as she battled stars and lightheadedness. Milo had a wife that was close to passing out, and he got extremely nervous. "What can I do,?"

    "My purse please, I have sucrose tablets in there. They should get me to a restaurant." Honey had jittery fingers and couldn't open the bottle and Milo had to help.

    "I'm sorry," he apologized, "it's all your fault you know. If you weren't so darn beautiful, I would probably be thinking of food myself." He snuck in a few kisses.

    "Milo, we have to go, I can't wait. If I crash, I have to go to the hospital and have an IV."

    Honey stood up slowly, Milo got his tall self motivated and they went to breakfast. The chain restaurant looked to be the least crowded, and they ordered, sitting close together in the booth. They had finished breakfast and were lingering over coffee when an imperious voice interrupted their low conversation.

    "Well, Jillian said you were with a man, and I found it hard to believe." They had been found by Mother Latimer. Milo went to stand up and found he would have to practically rub the front length of Jillian, she was standing so close, on purpose. He stepped on her toe, on purpose, and she moved right away.

    "Abbott and Phillipa Latimer, this is my husband Milo Linderman." Honey made the introductions, and then they had to listen to Mother Latimer have a loud, shrill case of the vapors.

    Jillian, when she found that Milo was taken, lost all interest in him and wandered off to talk to friends. Younger sister Willa and very young brother Roy were introduced, and Father Latimer solicitously held Mother Latimer's hand and patted it gently.

    Phillipa carried on for a half hour, moaning how Honey had caused them so much concern and distress, she didn't know how she was going to face her friends, and it was going on and on.

    Milo looked at his watch, it was already one thirty. "Gosh, will you look at the time. I'm afraid we have to go, we have another obligation at two. So very nice to meet you Abbott and Phillipa, I'm afraid we have to hurry, but we will call and let you know when we can come by." Milo slid out of the booth and pulled Honey with him. As he stood up and unfolded, Abbott had to keep looking up and up.

    When they got to the motel, Milo looked longingly at the bed, but they had ten minutes to check out or be charged for another night. They gathered up their things and although they were giggling about the rushed departure, Milo could see that her mother's reaction had hurt Honey.

    "I'm used to it," Honey patted his arm, "I'm glad you got us away from there. There's a reason I don't socialize with my parents, and you got a very mild taste of it this afternoon."

    "Honey, I want to tell you what is probably waiting at the retreat for us. Ma will have a minister there to marry us again. It's not official in her eyes unless we're married by a Man of God. There will be a dinner and cake. Will that be alright?"

    "It will be very fine, Milo. A wonderful memory to have." Honey assured him warmly.

    It happened exactly as Milo predicted. The ceremony, the congratulations, the meal and the well wishes with presents. A cabin had been readied and they were escorted there for one night of privacy.

    They were talking in the warm darkness, learning those things about each other, they should have talked about during an engagement. Milo found a soft spot and forgot to talk, the hollow of her throat just right to hold a kiss. Soon, Honey couldn't talk. They didn't need too.

    Monday morning of the second week, Milo lay still, watching Honey sleep. He said a prayer of thanksgiving, for a blessing God had bestowed on him, with Honey as his wife. Milo felt the responsibility of becoming the head of his family, creating a God fearing and God loving union.

    Today, they needed to talk about where to live, how many children to have, what would happen when he went back to the Army, more questions that should have been settled before marriage, rather than after.

    Milo let her sleep another fifteen minutes, and then he needed to have a kiss; so he awakened sleeping beauty with a soft touch of lips and they enjoyed the morning together.

    Slightly chunky, Honey was embarrassed by her love handles and kept pulling the sheet up, so that Milo could pull it down. "You are just right," he whispered, "a perfect sized armful of heaven."

    When Milo said it, it didn't sound mushy or trite, and they talked, laughed and loved through the day.

    Lou knocked on the door at five, yelling that supper would be ready at six, and they had to come to the house for protection.

    Milo OK'd, and then promptly needed to be busy. They made it in the house at five to six with flushed faces and happy eyes.

    Clora had hoped they might know one another longer than a week, before they married. But she wasn't Milo.
    The dreaded letter was there, the following Monday he had a physical, and then the Monday following, he had to report to base. Two precious weeks to store up love and memories.

    Nothing had happened with the threat Cody and Abbi posed to Honey, if they knew she had recommended they be held for evaluation, the risk would have been greater. Honey was invited to stay at the retreat, and she and Milo did a comprehensive listing of the pros and cons. Honey liked staying there, rather than her parents and Milo was happier with the security of the farm, rather than the clueless people in town.

    Yes Honey wanted children, but probably not a dozen, she said laughing. Milo had discovered her pills in her purse, and he shook the round disk, asking what they were. So she told him. "I have problems that cause me to miss work if I don't take them, my body doesn't work like it should."

    Milo nodded. They were playing the get to know you game of inspecting purses and wallets. He was absolutely fascinated with what she carried in her purse. His first delight was the Spyderco, small and unobtrusive. There was a small flashlight, her glucose tabs, a fire starter, a tactical pen, a bandana, his little Honey was a closet prepper, and Milo appreciated her willingness to be responsible for herself.

    Later, he told Dad that he had an A, #1, Honey of a Honey, and Mark had smiled at him. Milo remarked that his only sadness, was that the 'old' Ted wasn't here to share happiness with him.

    "It might be Milo, that Ted wouldn't be as happy for you as you expect him to be. Ted is now the odd man out, and that's a tough position to be in. He is so specialized in his thinking, it's going to take a woman as unusual as he, to make a match." Mark had sound advise, and Milo agreed, but he still missed Ted. The 'old' Ted, that was.

    When Milo and Honey went to town for Milo's physical, they bought a car for Honey to drive while he was gone.
    They got bank accounts, and licenses changed, and Toby did wills, Powers of attorney, healthcare and final wishes for them.

    Both the new Milo Linderman's thought it was too bad that they didn't have time to stop by and visit Honey's parents, but they got wedding cards from the four sets of Grandparents with invitations to come visit. Honey said all four sets were good people, and Milo would enjoy meeting them.

    All too soon, Friday night happened and Milo had to be in town to catch the bus he was assigned. They shared a sizzling kiss, Milo took a lingering look to remember and got on the bus. Honey waved as long as the bus was visible, and then she cried.

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    Thank you, I needed a reading break and it was very good.

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    Thank you for more of your story Pac

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  37. #197
    Thank you.

    Might be silly but I feel like praying for Milo to stay safe.

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    I was reading your post Dosadi and realized I just had? My sanity is in question. Thank you Pac.
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    Because she was in town and had so few things left at her parent's place, Honey went to get them and make a clean break.

    Her Father was home, but the rest of the family was out. He watched sadly as she found a box and unloaded the remaining clothes in the drawers and put it in the truck.

    "He's a good man, Daddy. Honest, Godly and he loves me." Tricia sat on the couch and chatted for a while.

    "More important Honey, what do you feel?" Abbott looked at the daughter named after four generations of women in his family. Strong women capable of raising families under incredible hardships and want. They had picked the correct child to wear Honoria, she did the name proud.

    "He is heaven on earth, no one has ever made my heart sing as he does." Honey had to cry a little. "Putting him on the bus to return to duty was the hardest thing I have ever done. He graduated West Point Daddy, and he has three years of the eight completed. The Army is thinking of doubling the war time as service rendered and that would give him six years completed. I sure hope they do."

    Abbott smiled at Honey. "Are you going to stay a mental health doctor?"

    "Yes, and that reminds me. I am in protective custody, there have been threats made against me, and the retreat is full of security minded people, so I need to stay there. I had better get going. Love you Daddy," and she kissed his cheek.

    Abbott had to noisily clear his throat and say "love you too, sweetie, be safe."


    Honey had noticed the white car following her into the subdivision when she arrived, someone headed for home. But now it was parked down by the brick wings that defined the entrance, and it bothered Honey.

    She looked for the paper Milo had given her with all the names and phone numbers, and went back in the house to call Mark.

    He answered on the second ring. "Mark, this is Honey. A white car followed me into the subdivision where my parents live, and now it is parked down by the entrance. I may be seeing boogy men, but it doesn't feel right to me, and I need your opinion of what to do."

    Mark looked at the time. A hour to dark. "Where are you located in Raleigh?"

    "On the South East side, about fifteen-sixteen miles from the retreat."

    "Drive to the sheriff's office just off the loop at Highway fourteen. Look for the Carry all, I will pull in behind you. I want you to go straight to the retreat, I repeat, go straight to the retreat, do not stop. Got it?"

    "Yes Sir," Honey acknowledged, "I am going to cut through the subdivision and go out on Tally Road. I can pick up the loop in two blocks and be there in less than fifteen."

    "Give me twenty," Mark was motioning to Ben to get his rifle. "Do you know how to do any evading?"

    "Some, limited."

    "Have your weapon on the seat beside you, shoot if you can. Do not let them grab you, if you see a roadblock go over lawns, what ever it takes to get away. And Honey?"

    "Yes Sir,"

    "Keep your wits about you."

    "Yes Sir." Honey hung up and turned to her father. "Draw the drapes Daddy, you don't want anyone looking in."

    "Dad, I've got to go. I'll call you when I get there safe." And Honey went out, walked around her car as a precaution, got in, locked the doors, belted in and zipped out of the subdivision. She cut through the alley shortcut, and was out on the loop headed toward the retreat in five minutes.

    Dusk was falling rapidly and Honey wished she hadn't stopped to talk with her Father. She was almost to the police station when her phone rang. It was Mark. I have you in sight, pull to the curb and let me get behind you. That dirty white car, is that the one?"

    "Yes Sir."

    "OK Honey, go now!" Mark ordered and she sped off. Mark watched the white car pull out and he did a tire squealing ninety and blocked the car from continuing after Honey. Immediately the car slammed into reverse, and Mark powered after it, his headlights shining in the car and he flicked them on high.

    It was Cody and some long haired, bushy bearded thin, small man. "Get the license Ben, and hang on, I'm going to push them into the cement barrier around the station yard entrance."

    As the white car accelerated backwards faster and faster, the man driving lost control and hit the cement divider probably doing forty five plus.

    Immediately, Mark drove out into the street and turned his lights off as he drove toward home. The station house was alive with lights and Mark could see the two exit the car and run right toward the two crouching deputy's on the other side of the divider.

    "I wonder who the dude was with Cody?" Ben asked as he looked back over his shoulder at the disappearing sight.

    "I'm not positive, but he seemed to fit the description of the two from Georgia that are gunning for Rennie. Now that's a matchup we didn't need to happen. Two nasty snakes in league with two mental incompetents. Oh happy day." Mark said sarcastically.

    "Honey is pretty good at awareness Dad. Not many city gals would have paid attention." Ben remarked.

    "Our Miss Honey is a surprise in a lot of ways. She's had situational awareness training, she's good at self defense type attack training and she's more than a fair shot with a pistol. When Milo got so goofy over her, I checked her out. She's had two other threats against her life and she may appear sweet and cuddly, but I'm pleased she understands the dangers she faces. That means less danger for us, keeping her safe."

    "Ole Milo fell into it again, didn't he." Ben laughed. "That guy can come out on top with the least amount of effort, I've ever seen."

    "Well I hope he doesn't expect to be lord and master and heavy handed with Honey, she's fairly independent and used to running her life her way." Mark was watching behind him. "I believe we have car number two following us. I'm going to drive past our driveway and spin around with the lights off down around the far corner, where the trees hide the oncoming road. At the last moment, I'm going to turn the lights on and the dude should swerve to the right. He'll get stuck in the swamp on that side of the road. Lots of snakes in there. Especially copperheads. "

    It was a plan that worked well. Over a mile from the retreat, the pickup with Georgia plates flew off the road into the deep water full of murky mud and alive with the wiggles of snakes. The instant the pickup went sailing off the road, Mark cut the lights and drove away. He used the night vision goggles to drive to the gate and geared down so the taillights didn't show. He triggered the gate to open and then close when he passed through. The Carry all was parked close to the shed, and when they got out, the dogs were there to greet them.

    "Phew," said Ben. "I wonder how long it will take for them to get the pickup out of the swamp.?"

    "Well after daylight," Mark had a ring of amusement to his voice. "No one will touch the swamp at night."



    Honey was at the table with a cup of hot tea when the men got in. Mark had excitement crinkles around his eyes and a self satisfied look on his face, as he explained there were two vehicles tagging members when they left the security of the retreat, and Bruce and Toby had to be especially vigilant when they were going and coming.

    "Good work Honey on noticing the car tailing you. You did every thing right. It will keep you alive some day." Mark complimented.

    "I really don't want to tell Milo this happened the moment he left," Honey looked at Mark and Clora. "I will, but I don't want him to start out worried." She used her spoon end to trace circles on the tablecloth.

    "I would tell him Dear," Clora spoke up, "that's not the right way to build confidence and communication with a new husband. You can tell him it came to a good conclusion, that way none of us have to guard what we write."

    "OK, I will. Thank you Mark and Ben for coming to my rescue. Do you think my parents are in any danger? They are basically clueless, especially my Mother and older sister. Let me tell you a funny story about Jillian, that's my older sister....and she tried to put the make on Milo. He stepped on her toe, rather than brush up against her with her see through nightie on. He's pretty savvy, I've got to say." Honey was smiling, but it hurt that Jillian couldn't be happy for her, at least once.

    "I've got to call my Dad and let him know I got home safe." Honey started to get up, and her phone rang. It was Milo in a panic. Jillian had called him to say Honey was being chased by men trying to kill her.

    Honey had to hold the phone away from her ear, Milo was roaring so loud, and Mark took the opportunity to take the phone and whistle 'silence' as he tried to calm the frantic man down.

    Milo abruptly silenced. Mark calmly related the facts to him, including the fact Jillian hadn't even been there when Honey noticed the car trailing her. There were no shots fired and Honey said he was to disregard anything Jillian called to tell him. Or at least keep calm until he verified what was happening. "Honey says you know her older sister is a trouble maker, you know, the one with the see through nightie."

    What ever Milo said on the other end of the line made Mark really laugh, and he said, "if you're calmed down, you can talk to Honey." and he passed the phone back to her. Honey left the kitchen to walk to her room, and Mark watched her go, He looked around and said, "Milo swears he didn't look for more than 1.1 seconds, but that's all it took to get a real full eyeful of Jillian."

    Ben laughed and Tess shot him a dark look. "I just finished telling Dad that Milo got all the luck, this just confirms it." He winked at Tess, and when she wasn't watching him, reached over and pinched her on the bottom.

    Tess got up with a purposeful glint in her eye and started for Ben. "Daddy, Daddy save me," he was hollering in fun and the chase was on.

    Lemmie was laughing so hard, that Hank had to reach over and pinch her. Now that started a ruckus in the kitchen.

  40. #200
    thank you Mrs. PAC

    Wish Milo got mustered out at end of fighting, but "ring knockers" (Um that's what I call Military Academy grads) like tapping that ring to show where they came from, and it also holds lots of strings to have one.

    Honey is now among my favorites. Sorry for her Dad having to deal with her Mom n sister etc.

    Thanks again

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