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Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is raised. _Letters _ mean they're accented but not stressed. members.home.net/dow75stories Best of Enemies : Rating: G [non-descriptive nudity] Complete: no 01) Two in the Same By Ron Dow75 [email protected] Blam! Blam! "I didn't See anything: Honest!!" a green crew cut, gray eyed boy in camouflage cried, running through the woods as fast as the underbrush let him. "Peeping Tom!! ' Damn blasted sneak!! ' Can't find any privacy anywhere for a little public exhibitionism!!" a large, red-faced man with an open flannel shirt (but nothing else underneath) yelled, as he did his best at pumping more shot-shells into the chamber while running And trying to keep his pants up. "Don't hurt him, Delworth! Just scare the *crap *outa the little pervert!" cried a very blond woman wearing hiking boots and trying to hold up a blanket and a camera. "Why do these things *always *got to happen to me?!!" the teenager wailed. "Why do you have to punish me *before *I've done enough sinning to deserve it, God?!" And it looked like he was to get his answer, one way or another, for, just as another round of shot gun blasts came his way, he fell off of a cliff. "Got him!!" the Delworth whooped, running to take his trophy. "Whoa-No-oo!!" He, too, fell off the cliff. "Delworth!!" screamed the woman, dropping her camera and her blanket. Only his shotgun saved him by catching around a bush on the side of the cliff. Even as his pants fell down to his ankles, Delworth looked at how far down he had to drop. "OH-HO-HO-OH, Nell-lly!!" "Delworth!!" Nelly cried, bouncing carefully over to the edge. Suddenly, something came zooming up into the sky. Nelly was so startled she fell on her bare butt. She had to lean back, and hold onto the grass to keep from following her legs over the edge. "What the blue blazes is that?!!" Nelly cried. "It's a flying saucer, you dumb bimbo!!" "I Know it's a flying saucer!" she yelled over the edge of the cliff. "And if you call me that again, you can save yourself! --Among other things!!" + + + "AAAA!!!" Carl screamed as hundred thousand raspberries brrrt'd all over his body. It was all too much! The teenage boy struggled to struggle: hitting and kicking out through the molasses that kept him pressed up against the metal (or plastic, or whatever!) thing he was spread over. "Make it stop! Make it stop! I promise I'll be good --Oh, God! I promise!!" The UFO zigged and zagged, and twisted up and down through out the sky. `{Get off my vehicle, human!}` came a voice near Carl's ear. "Gladly!! Tell me how!!" `{First you have to stop struggling!}` "Impossible!! This thing's tickling me to death!!" `{If you stay still, you'll be thrown off!}` Carl's eyes saw the tops of the evergreens just over his head. He even caught a glimpse of a campfire 'higher up'. "Now, I know you're crazy!!" he yelled, and began to thrash all the harder. The craft did a wide arc, clipping, then felling treetops. "AAAA!!!" Carl screamed all the way. At last it ran into enough tree that it flipped, and rolled like a pinball. The wide flat, invisible rim of the saucer's force shield hit the ground, and, digging into the earth, broke into a ravine, where it landed right-side up. At a severe tilt. `{Now, will you get off of my vehicle?!}` the voice told Carl. "Now, will you turn *off *your magic fingers?!" Carl told the voice back. `{Fine. I don't care if you're torn into 22,741 pieces.}` "OK! OK! I'm getting off! I'm getting off! Only: Which way is down?!!" Yellow ball appeared, and moved like a neon light, growing from small to bigger in the direction of Carl's feet. Unable to "just stay still", Carl forced himself to move like a turtle going the wrong way; then, at last, he came to the "edge". Over it, his legs found nothing more to be pushed up against. The terrain around him, not gravity, showed him he was at the high end of the crashed space ship. He struggled again. "Help!! You said I could get down this way: Safely!" `{I said, "If you stayed still, you would be thrown off". You're not staying still.}` "And I'm Not going to!! If you want me off, you have to give me steps!!" `{Anything to get rid of you!}` And Carl did feel something under his feet. Taking a chance, he let go. He rode the escalator down; and on the way, he saw that he was on the end of the thing's door. He could see inside: "Wow! A real, live, uh, space saucer-thing," he said, putting aside his freight for this one and only chance to see inside one. `{As much as I'd like to stay and dissect you, I'm late. So: Get lost!}` Something invisible started lifting him up; but he walked right out of its grip: "Can't you just wait a moment?! I mean, how many can say they've actually remember seeing the inside of one of these!?" `{Stop human!! You're not suppose to be able to do this!! Get back in the vibe-olator!}` Too late, he was already inside. "Not bad; for the real thing. But, if I were you, I'd pick up some hollyweird types. You know, ' have them give you some redecorating tips.(? This place could look way cooler." `{You can't be a dumb human. You must be a Kalrad! Security Alert! Take care of this intruder!!}` Carl zigged, going from a floor to ceiling computer tower (like one of those you see in the movies, full of blinking, only these lights really did move) to a row of huge plastic tubes. (Was this place bigger inside than out?) And why they had caught his attention was- His butt and heel were instantly heated up-almost singed, in fact!-by a very bright red ray. "Oh, God! Not again!!" he cried, playing a speeded up version of keepaway from that beam that was chasing him. "What is _with _everybody, today?!! All I wanted to do was take a look!!" `{Hold still! It'll be easier to get rid of the evidence this way!}` When he put a pile of boxes between him and the red menace, it popped over on his side. "I'm going!! I'm going!! OK: You made your point-You guys don't like drop-by's!" He cried, scrambling over the boxes. (Again with that god- awful buzzing!) "{Self-destruct will be in 99liptars, and counting: 98, 97_}}" `{Kalrad!! My Mom's going to kill me!!}` "Being self-destructed isn't going to do ME any good, either!!" Carl said, heading, definitely, for the door. `{No!! Save the girl simulant!! We must save the human form!!}` "Girl!!?" Carl screeched to a halt inches from his escape. The girl (the Naked girl!!) he'd seen in one of those tubes!! This monster had abducted her, and had been doing-Who knew what with her!! "I'll save you from this vile creature!!" he intoned, getting heroickity (among other things). `{ "Vile Creature"?! Who wrecked *whose *transspectro-" The tube opened up. Carl was there just in time to have the brunette with the light tan all over limply (like a warm, soft, silky, dead sack of potatoes) fall into his arms. "{Mark: 50! 49, 48_}}" `{Pzzak! these untranslatable terms! Just take the simulant-And run for our lives!!}` Carl was already doing that: He ran out the open door, up the ramp/door, jumped that first long step down, hit the ground running, and sped as fast as his wearing legs could carry him and his girl away into the woods. Nearly silent, nearly invisible: Explosion! Nearly loosing his footing, the renewed adrenaline spurred to green haired boy to run even faster. `{Stop! You can stop. Now!!}` the voice told him. "So, so (gasp!) you can have-" Something struck him from behind. He was falling-And he was going to fall on the girl! He rolled, trying to put his body between the ground and the wonderfully curved body. Together they tumbled down the slope, with him managing to take most of the weight of the two of them. He came to a sudden, jarring halt: His tailbone hit the root of a tree, his head the trunk. Thunck! It bounced off, and hit the forehead of the girl. Thump! The girl rebounded, to land across his thighs and knees. "Ow-Oh, that smarts!" he said, reaching for both sides of his head. `{Good! You were trying to steal my property!}` "Property?! That's a girl, there!! Not some alien! If she's anybody's property-" "Ow-Oh, that smarts!" the girl said, reaching for the front of her head. "She's awake!!" Carl cheered_ `{I let my vehicle connect you to the simulant in case you got destroyed!! That's it: I'm quitting the M*rr%%bbbt Party!}` _Before loosing his smile. "Aw, nuts, she's awake!" "That was some tumble," she said, starting to get up. `{Now's my chance!}` the voice cried. "Look out!!" Carl cried, finding a rock, and tossing it at the only movement besides the girl's. Whap! "Got the-" He stopped. "This is what aliens look like?" "The alien!? Where?!!" the naked girl said, quickly (very quickly) sitting up on her shins. "Whatever happened to BEMs?!" Carl said. "AAAA!!! What am I doing over there!!?" the girl screamed. "Watch out: It's after you again!!" Carl screamed. With reflexes as fast, if not faster, than the alien's, the girl snatched up the thing. And held the thing by its tail. "A, a white, mouse??" "Boobs!!!??" She dropped the mouse. The mouse landed on her lap, and leaped into her hair. "Get out of there!!" Carl yelled, going to do just that. The girl's stiff-arm stopped him. "Why am I the girl??!! How can I be Me and still not be me??!!" her actions and attitude seemed out of sync. `{Why am I attacking me?}` "Because I'm the girl," the girl answered automatically. + + + The woods echoed with twin cries of pain. Yelling and arguing followed. "(Groan!) I had thought I could keep him away from girls out here," a 50- year-old man with gray hair and eyes in camouflage said, barely keeping his rage under control. He marched towards those voices. "Out here, where it would just be us two, mano a mano : Me teaching that sinner how to be a real man. Father- Son _male _bonding. Whether he *liked *it or not!_" He was starting to make out some of what was being said by Carl and the girl. (Female voices, Decatur was reminded, carried better than male.) "I'm going to have to kill that kid one of these days." + + + "If you want to be me, that's fine my me," Carl said, looking into the very pretty girl's big, big light brown eyes. "That means you're going to live in my house." "Of course I'm going to be living in My house! In my room! In my clothes-" Suddenly, the girl realized just how unclothed she was. "Give me my clothes--now!" "Oh, yes! Take them from me! Strip me with your lovely bare hands-" It wasn't quite as sensuous as Carl had hoped for. It was over too darn quick: And He was the one now naked. "Gag! I know I don't talk *that *corny," the girl said, finishing up buttoning up. "Give me back my clothes!! It's cold out here!!" Carl yelled, covering up with his hands. "You've got to be the alien! You switched bodies with me so, so_You can spy on us!! Let my folks and friends think you're me, so you can get all our_damn!! We don't Have *any *secrets, you dumb alien!!" "The alien mouse brainwashed you!" Carl cried. "He took away your human identity, and you're _reaching _out for the first one you come to! Oh, you poor, beautiful girl!" "I'm Not a girl!!" the girl slammed her fist against the tree. It went deep into the tree, splintering a rather large hole. "You poor_beautiful_very *strong *girl," Carl felt suddenly weak. "You really _are _a dumb alien," the girl smiled, her eyes sparkling with the idea of revenge. "Carl!!" "Dad!!" both of the teenagers answered. "What??" Charles Decatur said. "Dad!" the girl ran up to him. She was there even before the man had had much of a chance to stare at his totally naked son. "You won't believe what happened to me_!" {'No. He won't.'} "What did my no-good, sinner son do now?" the man scowled fiercely at the disgrace. " `But he did promised to marry me, Dad!` " the girl looked up at him with those big, big sparkling eyes. "WHAT??!!" both males cried. "WHAT did I say?!!" the girl was just as shocked as the other two males. "Don't believe her, Dad!! It's some stupid alien trick!! I never promised anything!! Never!! They just want out secrets!!" "I told you: We don't HAVE any secrets!!" {`The alien talk is just too strange. Focus on something you can understand.`} "Is there a reason my son would do such a stupid thing-and never mind. I know the answer," the father said, ignoring the weird parts. "The question is, rather, why would you want to have anything to do with this looser?" " `Because he is the only person I have left in this world that I, I, I_` " the girl resisted saying the words. {`She's trying to say she loves him.`} Charles heard 'himself' thinking. "Are you trying to say there is no one left who loves you?" the stern man said with a touch of softness. "There's you and Mom! (There I go again.)" "Well_," the man said, considering his next move. "It's obvious, that this family owes you something," he said, eying his son's nakedness again. "We can take you back, and contact the authorities. "What is *that *suppose to mean?! I want to go back *home *-And stay!" the girl said. "I'm _sure _you do. Homelessness cannot be fun. We'll talk about it. Later," the man said, turning his full attention on: "Are you going to stand there until you turn blue? Get back to camp: Now!!" + + + The campsite looked like an old-fashioned army surplus bargain from last century. The boy had put on a heavy sweater, and was now pulling up his pants, "Dad, I don't mind her living with us: But I don't want to *marry *an alien!" "And no child of *mine *is going to 'live together' without marrying them first," the bald man with steel-gray hair said, dowsing the fire. "And *no *child of mine is going to be prejudiced against somebody just because they're a foreigner." "_Foreigner _??" Carl dropped to the ground to put on his socks. "What has *that *got to do with aliens??" "_He's _the alien," the girl said again, but losing the will to repeat it. She was leaning against the front fender of the SUV. {`You're a girl. Your dad expects you to be a boy,`} a small voice keep telling her. "I don't *want *to be a girl; I don't *want *to be married. _Especially _, not to a *guy *!! Not even to one that _looks _like me!" `{How do you think I'm going to feel?!}` "What??" {`Never mind. Look, I'll get us out of this.`} "Like _my _bright ideas ever work out!" the girl said, skeptical. "If you don't believe she's an _alien _, how about her being crazy?!" Carl said, interrupting his father's dissertation to point. "She's talking to herself!" "Like your mom," his dad smiled. "*Maybe *there's hope for you, yet." + + + A little white mouse jumped down out of the hair of the girl. Getting up to push his foot into the last of his boots, Carl noticed a familiar movement: "Ah-HA!" he cried! "There's the alien that started it all!!" He picked up the nearest thing at hand to throw. It was a notched tent peg. The rope didn't allow even that wooden stake to go far. "What are you doing out there, *now *?!!" his dad accused from inside the tent. The large backpack was propped up on a stump near the front flap. Carl started throwing things from that: first aid kit, a flashlight, canteen one, two, the cooking kit, the_ `{I can't even go to the toilet in peace!}` On its next touchdown, the mouse leaped at the face of the human. It hit him with enough force to knock him backwards-On top of the tent. The tent collapsed: "That *stupid *son of mine!! If his mother were alive, I'd_" he cried, going into one of his standard rants. `{Listen! I can't control you like I can the simulant-}` "The mouse!!" the girl yelled, and picked up the nearest thing at hand. `{-but I know enough about subliminalism to make your-}` With the collapsible shovel, the girl whommed Carl over the face. The unconscious boy was trampolined up into the air by the angry man who'd found his way out from under the canvas. "Car-El!! What's your no- good excuse this time for-" "What happened to the mouse? There should be a _squashed _mouse," the girl with the shovel in her hands was saying. Charles Decatur looked at the boy's limp body laying face down in the leaves and mud. He sighed, " ' _Guess _we're going to have to stay here for a while longer." "What?!!" the girl cried. "I don't want to have to stay out here any more!! I didn't want to come out here at all!!" "Sorry, miss, but we can't move my stupid son. You're going to have to stay with him, while I-" "He's an alien! You don't have to worry about aliens! They have *powers *that take care of that kind of stuff!" "There you Go again! You and Carl both talk TV nonsense! If a married couple's suppose to have things in common, you _two _certainly do!" "Stop saying that! I don't want to be married!!" the girl cried. And with that, she started moving and talking in fast forward. She lifted the tent, and threw the shovel in. She dropped the tent, and went over to the backpack. She took the backpack over to the tent. She lifted the tent, and threw the backpack in. She dropped the tent, and went about picking up whatever she found laying about. She took whatever she found laying about over to the tent_ "Maybe she is something out of TV World_." Charles gaped. "What has my *stupid *son gotten us involved with now." _She put the things back on top of the canvas. She took the corners and brought them together. She lifted the tent as if it were a Santa bag. She carried it over to the back of the open tail of the SUV. She threw it in. All the time she'd been talking, "_And that's what happened, Dad! And it's _really _grossing me out." She finished by jumping up on the tailgate to sit down. "Man! Just _look _how much I want out of here," she said, twisting around enough to see that back of the truck. "When was the last time I moved so fast?!" + + + The SUV came off of the dirt road onto one paved. "How is Carl breathing back there?!" Carl's father called back, looking through the rear view. "*He's *fine!" the frowning girl said, glancing over the front seat. Carl had somehow stayed mainly on the back seat rather than the sleeping backs put on the floor, despite the bumpy road. "I *told *you; he's not human." "Sometimes I wonder about that myself," his father said, only half joking. "So_What's your name, miss?" " `Carl-la!` " "Carla??" the man shook his head. " "Carl and Carla." You two are sounding more and more alike to me. And what's your last name?" "The same as yours: Decatur! (Why can't I tell him what I wanted to tell him?)" "You can't tell me, hunh?" Charles said, glancing over at her. He almost became stuck in those big iridescent brown eyes again. {`She has a problem. Leave it at that.`} "If you have a problem, miss, it's best-" he said, forcing himself to look back at the road. {`Remember how powerful she is.`} "Well; you can talk to our pastor. He knows how to deal with problems better than I do. Just look at my stupid son." "It's not my fault!!" "I didn't say it was, miss, er, Carla." " "Carla!" Brrr!" she shivered. "Want me to turn up the car's heater?" "No. This body doesn't seem to get cold much." "You're lucky!" the man grimly laughed. "Evy is always complaining about being cold." "Yeah. For somebody who says she "enjoys being a girl", Mom _sure _likes to talk about what there's not to like," the girl frowned, sounding, to Mr. Decatur, more like a guy than a girl. "You know that about Carl's mom?" her dad said, still thinking of his wife. "How long have you know Carl?" " `Longer than you'd believe`." "That's not an answer, young lady." "No, it's not." ("Young lady"!" she flinched.) {`She's had a trauma. Give her time.`} "Okay. Later. We can all sit down together with Mrs. Decatur, and discuss everything nice and calmly." "You'll *listen *to what really happened, then, Dad?!" she said, hopefully. "You'll *try *to believe me, even though it sounds So stupid?!" "If it involves my son, and it's *stupid *, I can believe it." "I *keep *telling you: It's not my fault! These *stupid *things just keep happening to me!" The girl looked away from her dad. She wanted to sulk, to pout. But she thought it would make her feel like a girl. "But this is *way *beyond stupid, this time," she muttered, looking down at the shelf she now had just under her nose. She was staring at that projection off of chest, when something touched her!! "AAAA!! The alien's got me!!" She jumped straight up (`{Vrr#gt!!')-and through the ceiling of the SUV, making a sunroof. "What in the-!!" Decatur yelled. The truck drove off the road into a ditch, hitting the side of the exposed rock of the switchback, breaking the left headlight, and crumpling its fender. + + + "Carl!! *Why'd *you have to do something Stupid like that!!?" "Sorry," both of them said. He was hunched over in the back seat, his feet were on the sleeping bags, his knees were drawn up, and he was holding his aching, bruised face. She was sitting slouched over, her hands limply resting on her thighs. "And to think I was worried about getting you to a doctor! I should take that money and spend it on the repairs! At least the *ute *is useful!" " `I can fix things!` " "What's that?!" the man scowled at the girl. Then, "That's right: You're, uh-hem, 'strong', aren't you.(? You can get us out of this ditch we're stuck in." "I guess I can. (I wish I knew why I said things I didn't think to say.)" "She's got superpowers, Dad! *Alien *powers!" Carl renewed his argument. "See, now, Dad!?! You can't make me Marry somebody from a different planet!" "If they promise to take you *back *with them, I certainly can!" + + + The girl landed on the pavement. She stood there for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. `{Go around back, and pull!}` "Right! It has a trailer hitch," she said, satisfied with 'her' idea. Once there, she grabbed onto the hitch, and pulled: It was a bit of a strain, but it came up and out of the ditch. "Is this body getting weaker?" she asked herself. `{Don't use any more power than you have to. You are set on emergency mode. You're depleting the reserves.}` "What happens then?" `{You don't want to know.}` The girl that didn't feel the cold, felt a chill. "Yes, uh, thanks," Mr. Decatur said, knowing, now, where definitely not to vent his frustrations. "I, uh, _guess _, you'd better get back, in the truck." As she opened the door, her father began venting again, "Look what *your *nonsense has caused!! The truck won't start-And all because you couldn't keep *your *hands off a-" "I was getting up!!" Carl swore to his innocence. "I put my *hand *on the seat to help myself up!!" "We all know what you were '_helping _yourself' to!" " `I'll go check the systems`." The girl said, blinking at what she found herself saying. + + + "What do I know about engines and stuff!? Don't tell me with this body comes a brain ?" `{It certainly does. Now_touch that terminal, over there. On the circuit board.}` "This one?" `{Over. Now reach across the engine, and touch the one across from it. Not that one: Next to it!}` "You sure I won't get shocked, brain?" `{You have an 'alien' body, remember?}` "Oh, yeah!" the girl smiled. When she had touched both terminals, a picture jumped in front of her eyes: It, it; well, it was probably the circuitry of the entire SUV. What any of it meant, she didn't have a clue. "Where's my super-alien smarts?" `{Here,' the voice said. `{What a primitive piece of junk! There's not much I can do about it, but_.}` The diagram in front of her eyes made new connections by dividing the existing ones, tweaked the sensors, and actually (in super-zoom over just that little area) changed the (on/off) defaults within some chips_ `{If I had the proper equipment, I may even be able to make a transspectrometri-no, I'm not going to go into that again! `{OK, Carl, you can close the lid. You're ready to go.}` "Wow! It's great to be super-smart when you don't have to feel yourself thinking!" she said, closing the hood. "OK, Dad! It's all taken care of!" The truck started. And the engine revved stronger than it had before. "Brains and beauty (not to *mention *that strength and speed). You're one lucky kid, Carl. (And I'm glad it's _you _, not me.)" He waited for her to get in the cab. Then: 0 to 110 in 5 seconds. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!! You're as big a screw-up as my stupid son, you stupid-" ({`Daughter!`}) "-Daughter!!" Charles Decatur yelled, struggling to keep the truck on the road while he mashed his foot against the brakes, his foot off of the gas. "Stupid alien brain!! Stupid alien body!! Stupid damned alien *world *!!" the girl yelled at a God who wasn't hearing her. "Wake me up After we crash!!" Carl yelled, throwing himself flat against the back seat. They were coming to an intersection: With two semis going in opposite directions-right/left!! "AAAA-" Their screams of terror slowed and came to a stop as quickly and smoothly as the truck. "AAAAA!!_" Well, the two in the front seat that had actually witnessing what was happening stopped had stopped screaming. "CARL!! Knock it off with the screaming!! You're giving me a headache!!" screamed his purple-faced dad. + + + "You could've told me How you 'fixed' the car!!" a still shaking 50-year- old man on the verge of a heat attack told the Strange, weird girl. "I, I didn't Know what I was doing. My super-brain just told me what to do." "Do me a favor, *will *you?!" Mr. Decatur told her through tightly clenched teeth. "The next time your 'super-brain' tells you something- Don't Listen to It!!" "Right. Super-brain, super-body: They're both super-stupid!! I want *out *of it!" "I'd like to find a way out myself," the man said, resting his head on the steering wheel, trying to get some sort of composure back. He took one more ragged breath, and, steeling his nerves, made to turn the ignition back on. But, "Do you have any idea what's going to happen when I do this?" "Uh, well_" `{The car will drive itself: If you let it.}` "Thanks," her dad said, starting the engine, anyway. "For nothing." + + + "Don't you know anything about speed limits?" the state policeman asked. Two others had their guns trained on the occupants. The only thing that had stopped them was a roadblock. "Of course I do, officer! And I've Never had a ticket before in my whole entire life!! "It's this souped up car!! It drives itself!! It drives me crazy!! I try to tell it about speed limits, but does IT listen?!! No!! No more than my *stupid *son and his *stupid *girl listen to me!! It's Their fault I'm about to have a coronary!! I'm hyperventilating! I can't breath!!" He clutched his chest. "DAD!!" the girl screamed, putting her hands on him, trying to find a way to help. "Oh, Gross!!" she nearly vomited as she had a complete reading of her father's body, focusing in around his arrhythmic heart and zooming in on three narrowed arteries. `{I'm not improving him,}` her super-brain insisted. "Like you did the truck!!? Don't you dare!!" the girl cried. `{Fine. Do you want me to fix him?}` "What a STUPID thing to say!!!" + + + Outside, three brakes screeched. This was followed by the sound of knocked over garbage bins, a tricycle bell, crumpled metal of car against a something lighter, car against wood, and a large car against_? But whatever it was, it now made the sound of-!! A sandy haired baby blue eyed young twenty-three woman looked out the front picture window. "Oh, Dear Lord!" she said, rushing to the front door. It was true: There, in front of her house, recyclables were everywhere; the remains of a tricycle that had been left in a driveway; Mr. Nestor was in shock, because his solar-charging battery-powered car was on top of Mr. Lewis's motorcycle; her *minister *was praying in his car, crashed up against a (now cracked) telephone pole; and a tow truck-with Their SUV attached!!-underneath the spray from the fire hydrant in front of their house! "Don't treat me like _a _*girl *!!" came a mighty yell from inside the cab of the tow truck. Just before the door was kicked off its hinges, and a human-like form was thrown yards from it. The body of her stepson landed a couple of yards away from Mrs. Decatur. "I don't want to be married to her_," Carl groaned as he lay there. Out of the truck jumped at very upset brunet in (was that Carl's) camouflage gear. Finally, out stepped Evy's husband. He was looking very pale and shaken. "Charles?!(?)" she called, running towards him. She passed Carl, and stopped mid-way, trying to decide if she should be a mother or a wife. "H, Honey, we have, uh, a new addition to our family," Charles informed her. Looking like she was overcome with embarrassment, the new girl sheepishly lifted a hand, "Er, hi, Mom." The End (Addenda) Mizzix's voice is, on purpose, just within the audible range of humans. It automatically matches the voice patterns of the target, and adjusts it to the internal model, with a reverberation effect; that is, the targeted person hears the voice he or she hears inside their _own _heads, but with a slight echo that is of the opposite sex (with the *reverse *, if the alien is not trying to hide). If a human is not on their guard, they can easily think what they hear is what they're thinking. And that's without those big, strange eyes of the simulant. (Carla's _really _going to pay for those.) But, as for the simulant, Mizzix's personality is buried under Carl's (--and they really *Are *Mizzix and Carl). While Mizzix's could take full control, Carl's dominant personality could rebel, so the alien must be careful. That is why Mizzix is going to work to make *sure *"_Carla _" does Not want to stick around. Things are going to only get more complicated for both Carl and Mizzix, though. You see, the human female that provided the basis for the simulant is going to show up. A love triangle? Rectangle? _Question _: What gender is Mizzix? _Answer _: Since the alien *isn't *into beastiality, the question is irrelevant. One final thing, to lessen the trouble the kid alien is in, Mizzix is going to have to bring home a "coup". And it's going to have to be a *_big *_one, this time! . The next story: "I Want My Life Back!"