"Nubian Girlfriend" |
Part 1 by Jim Pennington |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Roswell characters and I am using them without
permission. Nevertheless, they are starting to feel like old friends. Summary: The teen aliens are finding out more about themselves and their home planet. They may not like what they find. Some of you will think that my portrait of Max Evans is too grim. I'm sorry, but that is what the producers and writers have told us about the character. Perhaps in future episodes Max will triumph over his deep character flaws. Category: Other Rating: R |
TO: sassytalk@sassydata.com FROM: jvalin8745@aol.com DWM, 5'10", 160 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. I'm 38 and I've been divorced for ten years. I live in a small town in New Mexico with my teenage son and a foster daughter, also in her teens. I have a management career in law enforcement. I'm looking for a long-term relationship. OK, I know it's not cool to say it but here it is. I'd like to meet the right woman and get married. I'd like to meet someone 30 to 40, medium height, weight proportionate who would consider relocating. I have no racial or religious preferences. Did I mention I'm the lean, lanky cowboy type? TO: jvalin8745@aol.com Howdy, Cowpoke! TO: nubiangirl@sassydata.com Dear Cindy Jim TO: jvalin8745@aol.com Dear Jim Cindy TO: nubiangirl@sassydata.com Dear Cindy Jim TO: jvalin8745@aol.com Dear Jim Cindy Valenti parked his police SUV in front of the Greyhound Bus Station at 1100 N. Virginia and went into the building. It had a plain interior painted in light, institutional green with a ticket counter, waiting area, and some rental lockers along the back wall. It was the holiday travel season and the station was more crowded than usual. In additional to the civilians there were a few servicemen in uniform and two unwed-looking expectant mothers. In short it looked like thousands of small-town bus stations all across the country. She was sitting in one of the waiting area chairs with her single suitcase on the floor beside her. He had seen her photograph but the picture did not do her justice. It had been poorly lit and her dark features failed to stand out. In the bright flourescent lighting of the bus station Valenti could see Cindy Talmadge was a beautiful woman. "Cindy?" "Jim." She stood up and gave him a hug. He picked up her suitcase. "I have a car outside," he said. Valenti escorted her to the SUV and put her bag in the back seat. He opened the passenger door for her and then got into the driver's seat and started the engine. "Is this your first time in Roswell?" "Yes. It's my first time in New Mexico. Have you lived here all your life?" "I was born here," he said. "Since you're the sheriff you must have an exciting life." "It has its moments," he admitted. "I grew up in St. Louis. There isn't much excitement in my life. I'm just a waitress." "I'm glad you came," said Valenti. "I'm happy to be here," she replied. |
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