Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:10:10 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone Chapter 3 THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE ======================== By Al Peres PART 3 ------------ Chapter 13 --------------- The boys, Ricky's parents and Lydia sat around the table in silence having dinner. Robert was amazed about the education showed by Jeff, but that evening they were even more concerned watching how their son and his new friend ate the abundant dishes, and what puzzled them much, they had not seen Lydia so happy in months. What was all about? They could ask the boys or the woman but they were sure would elude the question with some stupid answers. Robert preferred to make questions differently, especially about Lydia's daughter; the father knew Ricky's heart was in the girl's hands, though seemed otherwise. Robert would have liked that their only son chose a different girl, but his father, yet unconscious, loved Marian and "that had been the best news he had received in many years", these were his words. "Have you heard about Marian recently?" As he did not make the question directly to anyone, both were to answer as Jeff grinned, he thought in the strategy followed by Robert, nevertheless, Ricky allowed the girl's mother to answer. "She is very well. I also have received news from the school telling me she is a very promising girl; she is in the honour pad until the new term due in September. I'm looking forward to the end of June when she will come for the summer holidays." This was something that Ricky ignored and was very pleased hearing it. They ended dinner and went to the living room. Robert stared at his wife as he asked Jeff. "Jeff, do you feel comfortable here? Do you want anything else? We are anxious to know your family, and on the contrary, fearing that you may leave us. You are now part of this family..." Ricky stared intensely to his new friend and could observe thru the silky fabric the light produced by the stone hanging from his neck. "I am alright, sir. I have all that I need, especially considering I am a strange strayed boy that came from nowhere; nevertheless, you have received me as if I was of your family." This answer allowed Robert to continue what he was interested in. "Jeff, we don't know who your parents are, but we are sure that you are a member of this kin, therefore, you are not any stranger for us. Do you know that the DNA can establish the inheritance features of a person from their ancestors in the ninety-nine per cent of cases? With this tool, we would be able to determine if there is any link between us and our relationship." That took aback Jeff that knew nothing about this, it was the first time he heard it. He gazed at Ricky for help; his eyes told him "tonight we'll talk about it." "I'm sorry sir, I am ignorant and don't know anything regarding DNA." Ricky came to his friend's rescue. "Like many things, Jeff, you can't remember, but I'll refresh your mind tonight or tomorrow." Let's go upstairs, we are tired and need some sleep." The boys rose from their seats, Ricky kissed goodnights his parents, Jeff shook hand with them. Again Robert felt a strong sensation as when he hugged his father; he would have embraced the boy but did nothing. His sight was now on the strange boy that now was climbing the stairs with his left arm around his son's shoulders. He would give half of his fortune to penetrate that fortress: Jeff's mind. They entered the room and Jeff sat on the bed placing his palm on his head, he wanted to squish it and expel what was inside his brains. Ricky kneeled in front of him and hugged tenderly his friend, discovering that Jeff was crying softly. "Please, Jeff... it is not your fault that you can't remember." Jeff raised his head and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "No, Ricky. I am starting to remember. I am sure that those things that you and your father have mentioned never were told in my presence. If that is true, either I come from a place where they never existed or I have been insane and now am recovering my mind. You talked about a great depression with hunger, about a terrible war, and about TV and the Internet. I should remember something, yet, they are completely new to me. Why?" Ricky tried to calm his friend. "Sooner or later you will remember everything, don't worry; if not, I'll teach you or you will come with me to our school." Ricky gently caressed and ruffled the curly brown hair in front of him. The boys hugged confused, and then Jeff said: "Why don't you start tonight teaching me? I eagerly want to know what our recent history has been. Please, begin from that war." Ricky grinned. Then Jeff added: "I have remembered something about the Great War that started by the Germans and ended in 1916 with their defeat... but after this, nothing comes to my mind." "Since you heard about the Great War, that we called World War One, I'll show you something about the WW Two; that will take us a couple of weeks. You can make me any question that you might have, but the images and the explanation are the best to understand what happened." Ricky extracted from a drawer a collection of seven DVDs: "The World at War". He introduced the first disk containing the first four chapters, teaching Jeff how to stop, pause and play. Jeff sat in front of the screen with a notebook and pencil that he never used. Ricky stared at him but he was so concentrated that did not notice how the boy smiled. It was more than midnight when the first four chapters ended. "Oh, almighty God, how could the Germans believe in that man and his assistants? Were they blind or mad? And what's about the British people? They suffered, too. And Polish people... and the Jews? It strikes that French village, its habitants killed and burned inside the church... How could such wickedness exist in the human being?" I can't believe it! I suppose the US was involved..." Ricky grinned. "That's nothing compared with what you'll watch in the next days. We better go to bed, Jeff. You have had enough for today, as you are watching the next chapters, you will understand how terrible it was and how everybody suffered the consequences. They peed and went under the sheets. The following morning Jeff got up needing to pee; he was naked and liked to be in the nude. Ricky was hard asleep and breathing softly; he was like an angel on a cloud. He was spread eagle lying on the large bed, his long silky blond hair scrambled over the pillow. Jeff laid his elbow on the bed and his head on it, while was caressing Ricky's hair. He thought in all the atrocities showed the movies and in the great amounts of beautiful and innocent children massacred. Where has he been or why has he forgotten all this? Suddenly images came to his mind of himself fucking a blond boy, as other two younger boys were enjoying watching him. Instinctively he started rubbing his cock and stared at the wall in front of him. He jumped from the bed and softly knocked on the wall; the sound clearly showed it was not a thick wall, something was behind. "I have been here before! I fucked that boy here! Who were the other two younger ones?" He murmured in silence. "I'll ask Ricky." He wanted a release because his cock was very hard, now the images were clear in his mind; he only needed to put names to those persons. As he started stroking his dick he felt Ricky arms around his chest. "Please, don't leave me aside; I like to enjoy this morning's exercise." Both boys grinned and in seconds they were in a 69 position sucking each other cock. Jeff liked that new flavour of his friend's semen. Why? He was sure he liked girls and had fucked at least one. They continued sucking each other dick until the nice feeling came to them. Jeff pushed his hips against his friend's crotch trying to expel what he had not, as he felt the warm sweet little load from Ricky in his throat. After one minute, Jeff recovered his original position on his elbow. He caressed Ricky's hair and said: "Ricky, you are a handsome boy and probably you'll have many fans in the future..." Ricky moved closer and kissed Jeff on the lips, a very soft kiss. "I only need one fan, Jeff. You! Never forget this." He quickly changed the subject as he added: "What shall we do today? Jeff kept silence as Ricky continued. "What do you think if we ride bikes? We could go to the crossroads and swim in the large lake." "Yes. I think I like that. I can't remember to have ridden a bike anytime before, but I can try." "Jolly good. Come on, get ready, lazy boy and move your arse!" Jeff started making ticklish to Ricky as he laughed loudly while he was trying to get away from the other boy. Robert heard the boys' laughs and approached the door, he did not dare to interfere in the boys' plays, but his heart was full of happiness. Their laughs were as celestial music for him; he felt his boy was not what he had been until that angel arrived. "What was happening?" He thought no one would believe it, though he had read in Internet cases of children affected by leukaemia that had cured without any medical intervention, though there were many grades of this terrible sickness. Ricky and Jeff jumped from the bed and naked entered the bathroom. When he watched Ricky's hard dick ready to shoot his pee, a flash of memory came to him, he then said: "Please stop! Have you ever played firemen?" Guessing what Jeff was going to suggest, Ricky grinned. "No, but I guess what you want to do." Both boys went into the large tub in front of each other. "Who will be the fireman?" "Both. We are firemen and the building on fire; ready?" "Yes, ready." "Ok. One, two and three!" Yellow streams of urine came from the boys' penises targeting each other. Jeff had recently peed and emptied before Ricky, this continued for more seconds amongst happy laughs as Jeff tried to avoid the yellow stream on his face. They ended and together went under the shower. "I have always some difficulty washing my back, would you do it for me?" Ricky asked. For an answer, Jeff put some soap on a soft sponge and started rubbing from top to toe Ricky's back body. "Turn around, I like to do it completely; you have very smooth skin." He stood in front of his friend and then, as automats, went into a hard hug, their erected cocks touching. Jeff felt the warn tears from Ricky on his shoulders. With all the tenderness he could gather separated the weeping boy, Jeff guessed Ricky's worries. "I adore you, Ricky." Ricky even increased his cries. "Please, Jeff; don't leave me... at least, until my health is restored. Will you promise?" Jeff separated a wet tuft of hair from his friend's forehead and kissed him softly on his nose as if he was a little child. "I promise... but I am not an angel, Ricky; just a boy like you are. I would give my life to save yours. We must talk about many things that I don't yet understand, but not here. Let's shower." The nice smile came again to Ricky's face as he returned the kiss to Jeff. They finished showering and went downstairs to have an abundant breakfast with Ricky's parents watching outstanding how they ate. Again Robert could not get out from his mind Jeff's moves and gests. "Where are you going today, boys? Robert asked. Before the boys answered he added: "By the way, I have received a call from your school, you must either collect your qualifications or they will send them to you by normal mail." We have planned to ride the bikes to the crossroad and swim there, dad. We'll be back around lunchtime. I'll take my cell phone with us. About the school, please, tell them I'll collect them. Next time we go to the city we can pay a visit to the school. I'm sure Jeff will like to know where I learn so many matters that he likes." "Ok. Jeff, do you want another phone? I have two more on my desk, just in case we need them." "Thanks, sir, but I don't know anybody here, except this family; if I need it I'll use Ricky's." "Ok boys. Please use some hats though you are going thru high trees covering the roads. Enjoy yourselves." Happily, they went to a garage and picked up two bikes. Jeff watched the few cars parked; he was attracted to a red car completely different from the others. Ricky noticed his interest. "It is grandpa's first car; and he considers it is a jewel, not only for the model but because his father gave it to him as a present in 1933, when he graduated in the secondary school and went to the college in Berkeley." "It is a beautiful vehicle." Jeff approached the car and placed his hand on the soft leather seat. Ricky noticed how the stone hanging from his neck lighted up; instinctively Jeff touched it and murmured: "It is more than a jewel, it is..." Ricky interrupted Jeff's murmurs. "Let's go, Jeff; otherwise, we'll be late here." Ricky took a light backpack and offered to Jeff something like a helmet. "Please wear this, it is compulsory to wear it since two years ago; it will protect your head from any accident." The boy examined the object that he had never seen before. "Yes you are right; if I had had one like this probably now my memory would be in me." Ricky extracted from the backpack a small object like a book, punched some buttons and said: "We are now ready." He mounted on the bike and went straight to the forest. He watched how Jeff rode without any difficulty the bike, even with agility. After some minutes riding on parallel, Jeff said: "It is a good machine; what are all these items for?" Ricky grinned. "It is a mountain bike; that little handle on the right is for selecting speeds, the others are the breaks, the same as a car, though you are the engine." Jeff was amazed as they could climb height and go faster when descending. He couldn't remember to have seen anything like this. The boys abandoned the main road and went thru narrow lanes, it seemed they were thru a tunnel since could not see the sky over them. After some time, they arrived in an open space where two main roads crossed. From there they could watch that the ground was flatter. Separated from the road by high trees, there was a depression that formed a lake. Certainly, it was a beautiful place. Jeff looked around searching for something; instinctively he started walking thru a track into the forest, followed by Ricky that did not say anything, he was used now to those spontaneous moments from Jeff. After a few minutes walking, they entered another open space crossed by a little river that fed the lagoon, Jeff seemed hypnotized. Then he stopped before a ruined shed as he exclaimed: "That's impossible! I was here just a week ago with Joe and Linda! However, the trees seem to be taller and thicker now." Ricky placed his right arm over Jeff's shoulder, and with soothing words he said: "Maybe you are right, Jeff; but without doubt, this is a very old abandoned shed. Perhaps it is another one in someplace similar to this." Jeff turned around and looked intensely into Ricky's eyes as two tears ran down his cheeks. "No, Ricky." Pointing out with his forefinger he added: "I am not wrong; that stone was there, the river was there, the lake was there... but I am with different persons... as if I was living in a different time. Who am I, Ricky? Why?" The boy shouted inconsolably. Then he added: "However, there is a substantial difference; the bushes and the wild raspberry were not there." Ricky was more used to new situations and speculations regarding theories of travelling thru the time. "Jeff, let's come back to the lake, we'll swim and then we can talk about all these strange situations. The event in the helicopter, the rock hanging from your neck..." Jeff interrupted him by starting running thru the pines as if he knew the place. It was obvious for Ricky that something was occurring to them and he did not like it. He ran behind his friend that quickly got nude and jumped into the cold water, wanting to clear his mind. After a few minutes in the water, he said: "Ricky, I need to talk to you or your parents; but the problem is I am very confused and no one will understand me." "I will, Jeff. But before we start, I want to make something." He then changed the subject. "What do you think is the distance in metres between here and that stone?" "I would say..." He mentally converted yards into metres. "Almost 200 hundred." "I agree with you." He was already naked; went to his backpack and extracted a chronometer and a rubber cap. "I'm going to swim to that rock on the other side and back and want you to measure exactly the time." He covered his head collecting his long blond hair under it. "Ready?" "Yes, ready. One, two, three." Jeff started the chronometer as Ricky jumped into the quiet water; he swam like a dolphin, almost not altering the clear surface. Jeff again was amazed by how a person could swim with such a speed. Soon he started the return, raising his hand when he touched the piece of wood of the start. Jeff then stopped the clock. Still, the boy was surprised. "How was I, Jeff?" Ricky asked taking off the rubber cap. "Watch it yourself. I can't believe it!" Ricky looked at the rounded sphere and exclaimed with emotion. "I never crossed this pond in this time. I'm cured, Jeff!!!" With tears of emotion, he hugged Jeff tightly. The boy returned the hug and then both laid their back on the soft grass. They turned to their sides looking into each other eyes. "You did it Jeff, or that stone did. I know my father and Lydia won't believe it but I don't mind; I know who did it." However, someone from the top of a rock, one mile away, had watched it. She dried up her tears and turned the horse to the farmhouse as Jeff extended his hand and put off a tuft of curly hair that covered one of Ricky's blue eyes. "No, handsome boy, you did it. Your determination and courage have won this battle against your leukaemia and most likely you are right, you are as healthy as you were before." Saying this, Jeff started making ticklish to Ricky that was powerless to stop Jeff. He squealed and moved from one side to other on the grass laughing, pleading his friend to stop. All the sudden, and when Jeff was on top of Ricky, he stopped, bent the head and kissed the lying boy; first softly and tenderly, and then hard and wet. A wanting sexual excitement started between the young boys. Their tongues exploring each other mouth as their hips ground with slippery precum that came from their penises. After some time of excitement, their orgasms hit the young bodies and they groaned in pleasure. They ended up with Jeff behind Ricky, near spooned, recovering the breath. "Jeff, do you know something?" "No, I don't know anything, but I guess what is in your mind." Ricky turned around, so they were lying on their sides in front of each other. "I love doing this with you. When I am between your arms I feel as if I were an essential part of you, so it is as if I masturbate myself... as if we were the same person... I can't explain it; I don't have the words to describe it. Do you understand me? Jeff for an answer kissed a peck on the lovely boy's nose. "Yes, I understand you very well. Now I'm going to make you an important question. Ricky, your house has always been like it is now?" That surprised Ricky. "No. When my sisters started getting married eleven years ago, my parents thought that soon new members would come and more space would be needed, therefore, he built another floor. The building is old but solid and well constructed with powerful foundations. My father is a recognised architect, not only in California but also in the rest of the States, so he designed and directed the works with his staff. Why?" Ricky asked. Jeff doubted, but finally said: "As I have told you before, nobody would believe us." He paused. "Ricky, this is not the first time that I have been in this house, I think I have been living in it before. It had only one floor; besides, there is a corridor on the backside at the ground level that goes to the little river, probably used to fly away in case of attacks. Have you tested the wall behind your wardrobe?" Ricky looked astounded. Jeff continued telling about the flashback he had during the night. After a long silence Ricky said: "Yes, you are right; nobody would believe us. I thought nobody knew about that gallery, except my father and I, even my mother doesn't know its existence. I have never been in there but it exists, my father told me just a few months ago when I was thirteen. Nothing is shown on the house's drawings; that explains why he directed the works personally." A lot of questions came to the thirteen-year-old boy's mind. How could Jeff know something kept so secretly? Who was this boy and what was his relationship with him? He was sure he had a connexion with him. But... which? He thought could speak to his father, but that would mean to betray Jeff and he would never do this. The sound of Jeff splashing into the water took him out of his thoughts. He stared at the beautiful figure and could not but to sight; then ran and jumped happily into the freshwater near his friend. They played enjoying the moment like any child would do; then tired, they lay again on the grass under a tall tree, going into a nice slumber. After some time, Jeff felt something crawling on his back making a nice ticklish, he opened the eyes and met Ricky's nice face smiling at him with a feather on his hand. Jeff extended his arm and touched Ricky smooth face with the back of his hand. "I wouldn't tire staring at your face, Ricky. I wish I could remain near you for the rest of our lives, but not growing up, only being boys like we are now without anything to do, except attending school, playing and enjoying being together..." "That would be a beautiful dream. Unfortunately, we cannot stop growing up, later being a man, marrying and most likely have children and finally, die; like the rest of things in the Universe to which we belong to." "Yes. Do you know something? Besides practical, you are a philosopher." Ricky grinned, that was not the first time he had heard those words; Marian told him the same months before she went to the boarding school. Jeff changed the subject. "You told me we would speak about DNA, what's that?" "It is a problem of genetic. In my book of physic, it is written that all our genes are made from a long molecule called DNA, which is copied and inherited across generations. DNA is made of simple units that line up in a particular order within this large molecule. The order of these units carries genetic information, similar to how the order of letters on a page carries information. But the most amazing thing is that this molecule is in any part of our body, even a simple hair carries all the information about you: the colour of your eyes, your skin, etc. Therefore, if we compare one molecule from you with another one from me, we can determine our relationship, since we will find the same genes in both. Currently, it is a powerful tool for the Police's forces to find criminal connexions." Jeff couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But... but... how can you check or see this connexion?" Ricky grinned. "I can't do it. This kind of work is made in a special laboratory equipped with powerful electronic microscopy. Do you know that we could write a whole story in the sharp part of a needle? It is not new. During World War Two, the Germans used to send information to their spy men condensed in a letter "stop". In silence, Jeff mind was processing all this information. "It is amazing, really amazing!" He repeated for himself. "Let's go. I don't want my father to scold me since I promised we'll return for lunchtime." "How do you know the way back? I haven't seen any compass in your pocket and we are some miles away in the forest." Again Ricky grinned; once more he confirmed for himself that Jeff had come from another time; but what's about the piece of rock? He then extracted a small pad from his backpack and made some touches on the screen. "Look at this, Jeff. This is a picture of the whole California and the harrow is showing where we are. Now I'll write down the point we are going to, then it will guide us telling which dale or road to take, how many miles we have to run, etc. It is called in short "GPS" or Global Positioning System, and works in connexion with twenty-four satellites installed probably hundreds of miles above us in the upper sky." Jeff was astonished and had many questions to make, but he preferred to keep then for later in the night when they were at home. Chapter 14 --------------- It was Friday, two weeks after Jeff appearance. Miles away in the large laboratory of the hospital, a man dressed in white opened wide his eyes watching the results of the blood testing, he stared at his assistant standing in front of him, the man was with a wide smile of happiness in his face. The boss asked: "Jim, are you sure of these results?" "I have made the testing three times John, and they are correct. I know the importance of them, so have been extremely careful handling the samples. Please, have a look into the attachment; it refers to the patient's conditions..." The man cleaned his glasses and started reading the data, he could not believe what he was reading. "If... if all this is correct, the patient doesn't need any treatment; strangely his body has reacted against the virus and it is winning the battle, therefore, we don't need the donor's marrow." He paused and then stood. "Jim, please keep this information as confidential as possible. I am going to see Dr Lowell." The man left the laboratory, and a few minutes later he entered the Director's office. Dr Lowell had just finished a meeting and was reading the report received from Zurich regarding Mr Larsen; he continued as a body without soul and nobody could explain his situation. He stared at the man in front of him. "Is it anything new, Curtis? "Yes, new and great! We have found a donor and now we don't need him. The patient is ninety per cent recovered and apparently, his body is winning the battle against the virus." Eagerly Dr Lowell took the papers as he ordered thru the interphone to his secretary: "Ann, please don't pass me any call or visit until I tell you." He was visibly affected. "Curtis, please sit down. Do you know who the subject of this analysis and information is?" The man did not answer and Dr Lowell continued. "He is a beautiful boy that touched my heart when he was a baby, now he is 13 y/o. I love this boy as if he was my son. Two weeks ago I watched something strange and this confirms my suspicions, however, I had not any data which may confirm my feelings. He's Mr Larsen's grandchild." This information almost made Dr Curtis jump from his seat. "Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "I leave you alone; I guess you have many things to do." "Yes, I do. Please treat this as confidential. I'll bring you next Monday new samples to reconfirm this analysis." The man left and he ordered his secretary. "Ann, please call the helicopter's pilot, we'll fly to the farm tomorrow around mid-morning." ******************** Just a few minutes before the above took place, Lydia entered in the stables riding a sweated horse, she palmed the animal as she leaned her head on the near exhausted animal's neck. She could not believe what she had watched from the rock, especially, how her boy had crossed the pond, that meant Rocky had fully recovered his health. Was it a dream? If not, what to do? She could not keep this for herself; she must transmit this information to the afflicted parents. They need it, though, in such a manner, she was betraying the boy's confidence. Those beings loved and helped her when she was left and abandoned by all her family. She dearly loved them. They were now her family. She covered the horse after unsaddling it, brought some water, straw and grain and filled the manger and then she went to the house's front door. In the hall she met Betty, that as usual was sad, nevertheless, she looked at Lydia and felt that something had happened, she had to make a great effort when Lydia, breaking any protocol with her boss, hugged her; she was crying. Betty feared the worst. "Please Lydia, take it easy. What has happened?" They broke the hug and Betty pictured the happiness on the woman's face. Lydia finally could say: "The most wonderful and amazing thing that you can imagine, Ricky is not sick anymore!" The boy's mother almost fainted. "I can't keep it for myself anymore." They went into Robert's office and closed the door behind. She explained all her observations and how the boy asked her not to tell anything to his parents, at least, until they were sure about his recovery. The mother could not retain her tears as she embraced her friend. When they calmed down, Lydia added: "I think that angel of Jeff has a lot to do with Ricky's recovering. I can't explain why, but I'm sure about it." After one minute, Ricky's father asked: "Where are they now, Lydia?" "When he finished crossing the pond, he checked with the chronometer, and then they hugged and started splashing water and enjoying their lives celebrating the event. I wish I had an instant camera with a telephoto lens to take some pictures of that moment. They were so happy... Then I turned the horse and ran to tell you." Lydia wiped her tears. She was leaving when Robert's cell phone rang. He pushed a button so his wife could hear and speak. "Robert? "Yes, Bill." He had recognized Dr Lowell's voice. "My wife is here with me, she also can hear from you. Is there anything new?" "Robert, we have a donor, a perfect one but that's not all. The last analysis shows Ricky's body is winning the battle against his leukaemia; it is the first time in my whole carrier that this happens with this type of cancer, though it is not unique." Robert couldn't speak with the emotion. Then his wife took the phone. "Please Bill, come here as soon as you can, we are too nervous to talk quietly thru the phone. We'll have dinner together tonight with the boys. We also have good news that in such a way confirms what you are saying." "Excellent idea. I have already reserved the helicopter. I'll be there around 8:00 pm." By the way, where's Ricky?" "The boys are at the crossroad having a great time. We'll talk tonight." She knew the surgeon was a very busy man and did not like to waste his time. "Ok. I'll see you tonight." The line went dead and the couple hugged and kissed tenderly. They were now sat on the large leather couch, their hands entwined, and Betty's head leaning on her man strong shoulder, he caressed softly her hair and kissed her forehead. "What do you think about all this, Bet? I cannot take off from my mind the image of that strange boy, I'm sure he has a lot to do with this event. We must do anything to find his parents and complete the puzzle. As far as I know, there is not any lost branch of our family." Robert stood, went to his desk and retrieved an old photo album that he kept in his safe. He opened it by the first page and showed a very old picture, he pointed out with his finger to the central figure. "She was practically the founder of our family lineage, an aristocratic Spanish descendant. She was my father's grandmother. As you can see, my father, here as a 12 y/o boy, has a lot of resemblance to her. This picture was taken at the end of May 1928 during the boy's birthday party." Betty wore her glasses and fixed her sight on the picture. "Robert, this boy is here with our Ricky. He is the same person!" "Betty, please don't start again. He's a boy! How can he be my father? My father is in a hospital in Switzerland. There must be an explanation that we'll know when the boy recovers his memory, the rest is pure fantasy." She did not want to argue on the contrary to her husband since she had not any proof, but she promised herself to investigate. Then she observed the picture again. "Your father was a handsome boy... What is hanging from his neck? It isn't a medal." "My father never talked about this item, however, someone I can't remember, told me it was a piece of quartz, a normal present between Indian and White boys. In all probability, he became the brother of an Indian boy or girl who gave him the stone as a present. In exchange, he gave him/her a valuable thing. You have to realise that there was a great tribe near here eighty years ago, and our family was in good acquaintance with all of them. Today only an old shaman lives there; he studied in the University and currently is a reputed investigator on anthropology, especially about Indian customs, the rest have integrated into our society." Jeff and Ricky arrived happily to the garage, they had missed the lunch, and Jeff fished some trout and had a glorious lunch. They wanted to be together in those memorable instants. They left the bikes and ran up into the house making a lot of fuss. They had spent the whole day in the forests and were hungry and dirty. "Mom, mom!" Ricky shouted. His father kept the album into a drawer as Ricky entered the large room. His cheeks were pink of excitement as he sat down on his mother's lap. Jeff remained under the door's frame staring at the scene. Ricky had extended his arms and was hugging his parents tightly murmuring: "I love you both." His father made a great effort to keep his tears back. His mother retained her only son kissing him repeatedly. Robert gazed at Jeff that was standing at the door. "Please, Jeff, sit down here near me," Robert said. "What's all of this about, Ricky?" His mother asked though she knew the answer. Ricky stared at Jeff tenderly, extended his hand and took his friend's. "Jeff, tell them why we are so happy. They are the best parents that I could have." Jeff did not know what to do but he explained to them. "We have been in the crossroad, and Ricky has crossed the pond and back, swimming at the same time as before he was sick. He thinks in ten seconds less than the last time." "Dad, do you know what this means?" Before his father could answer he added: "I don't have any leukaemia anymore. I am healed!" He paused, and pressing Jeff's fingers continued: "Dad, mom, Jeff has made the miracle though he denies it, or at least, he has made my body to react against it." Robert hugged Jeff for the second time since he appeared in the garden, and again the man's body felt the strange warmness thru his body. Betty then added. "Dr Lowell has called around midday, he will be here tomorrow morning; he said has found a perfect donor. He has not disclosed who or where the donor is." "I don't mind mom; we don't need him or her." Ricky stood, took Jeff's hand saying: "Let's have a good shower. Mom; we are starving, have only eaten a few fishes that Jeff caught and some strange fruits. Jeff is a perfect genius for survival. Please tell Maria to prepare a good dinner. Also, tell Lydia what I have said to you, she will be very happy knowing it." His mother grinned because she knew Lydia would tell Marian. When the boys left, the woman released a sigh. "At least we have saved Lydia's confidences." They grinned, and before standing Robert said: "Bet, Ricky's birthday was more a funeral than a party. If Bill confirms our hopes, we will make a great feast next Saturday, July 4th, to celebrate our son's recovery. We'll invite all our friends, their sons and daughters. Tell Lydia to call Marian, if it necessary, she can fly next Monday and bring the girl home." He paused and then added: "If you cannot defeat your enemy..." They stood and Betty went to order dinner. Once more, Robert opened the photo- album and fixed his eyes on the picture of his father as a boy, as he murmured: "Who are you? Are you an angel or my father? In any case, thanks for saving your grandchild's life. He loves you." He closed the album and placed it into the safe. "This would explain many things of our family; but who would believe it? Nobody would." The boys climbed the stairs and stomped into their room, closing the door with their backs. Ricky laid his back on the king-sized bed as Jeff jumped on top of him starting making ticklish to his best friend. The laughs and squealing could be heard over the house, tired they stopped, this time Ricky was on top of Jeff, his long blond hair hanging to near his shoulders. Jeff extended his hand and took a ringlet. "Ricky, give me scissors, please." The boy said nothing. He went to the bathroom and handed Jeff the sharp tool, then he sat near him. Jeff cut the ringlet, kissed it and placed into a little envelope. "I'll keep it forever near the stone." Ricky did the same and kept a black curly in his nightstand. "I'll make a necklace like yours and wear it forever." He bent his head and kissed Jeff on the lips with genuine love. "C'mon; I have decided that nobody would have a ringlet from my hair, except you. You will cut my hair just now. I don't want it long anymore" Jeff grinned, but argued: "I'm not a barber or a hairdresser, most likely I'll make..." Ricky interrupted him. "Don't worry; press the stone, I'm sure it will inspire you." He did and started cutting the golden long hair, yet, he was not very sure about his task. When he was almost finished, heard some steps outside and went for help. He found Maria, and before she could argue dragged her to the bathroom; fortunately, Ricky was in shorts. In Spanish, he said: "Please Maria, I'm cutting Ricky's hair and I don't know how to finish." The girl flushed, but she was young and liked the boys' mischief. She then took the scissors and a comb finishing the work. Ricky looked at the large mirror and said: "That's perfect Maria. Thanks. You better start studying to be a hairdresser." The girl grinned and left the room, closing the door behind. "I must recognize you have a better look with short hair. Now let's have a shower, we must stink with sweat." Jeff said as he was undressing. "I want to end watching those DVD tonight; they have impressed me a lot. Why did the Japanese attack Pearl Harbour? The US had nothing against them, except that they had gone into a fanatic military dictatorship and were aligned with Hitler." "Wasn't that enough?" Ricky answered. "Please forget now about the history and come into the tub. I think your little brother is asking for attention and I like to please it." Jeff went under the warm water stream as their mouths joined in a wet kiss and their tongues mixed their saliva. Having matured some months back, Ricky was more excited than Jeff, though the younger boy's cock was very hard and spilling precum. "Let me soap you, pretty Jeff." The boy grinned as Ricky started soaping him. Soon he was as excited as Ricky was. The blond boy kneeled in front of him and took Jeff's tool into his mouth; but Jeff was accustomed to the strange flavour of Ricky's spunk, so he cut off the water and pushed Ricky to the bottom of the large tub. In seconds, they were engaged in a 69 position enjoying each other's cock. The lovely warm pleasure crept from their loins to the tip of their penises, as they exploded in a great orgasm near at the same time. Jeff felt the warm cream at the end of his tongue and did not swallow it. When he recovered his breath, went to his position in front of Ricky; their mouths joined enjoying the wonderful flavour of Ricky's seed. Jeff caressed Ricky's smooth face tenderly. "I'll never forget you, Ricky. You have something in your face that is very familiar to me; unfortunately, I cannot identify it, only that I would gladly give my life to save yours." Ricky caressed Jeff's black silky hair as his large blue eyes blurred. "Jeff, that sounds like a farewell... and I don't want you to leave. Please, stay here with us, we'll be as brothers or whatever you like to be, but remain near me!" Ricky said with despair. "You won't need me. I have a strong feeling that I'll be near you still for a long time." At that moment they heard the noise of one helicopter landing; that broke the enchantment as Jeff said: "We better hurry up, it seems Dr Lowell is here and also I am hungry." The boys quickly stood and helped each other to shower and get ready for dinner. Dr Lowell descended from the helicopter with a small suitcase in his hand, and the helicopter started again lifting gaining the sky. It would come back next Sunday evening. Robert came out to greet his best friend but this time they did not shake hands, as usual, they went into a tight and emotional hug. They entered the house and Betty also hugged him, though not so emotionally. They sat on the large leather couch in the library where nobody could hear or interrupt them. "Where are the boys?" He quickly asked the couple. "They are having a shower and getting ready for dinner. I would have liked you watched them, especially Ricky, I never watched my son as happy as today. He has swum the pond of the crossroad, spending ten seconds less than before, when he was fit and well." "That's good news and I'm sure he's better than the analysis shows." He paused. "We'll reconfirm next week if he has recovered. I have brought de equipment to extract some fresh blood from the boys." Betty then intervened. "Bill, you mentioned having found a donor, where is he or she? On the other hand, shall we need the marrow if Ricky is recovered?" They kept silence for near half a minute as Dr Lovell answered. "Betty, I wouldn't trust in the apparent recovery, we must be on the safe side. I wish we did not need to use it; however, by now we can forget about our plans for your pregnancy, though we have some minor problem with the donor." "Where is he/she?" Robert insisted. The man grinned. "He's upstairs having a shower with Ricky." The couple almost jumped from their seats. "Jeff? I can't believe it!" "Why not? For a strange circumstance that we don't know, he has appeared here. For me as an MD it is secondary. I have a patient grave with leukaemia and I have found a perfect donor; that's all I need. The problem is he's a minor and in theory, we need his parents' consent..." Robert interrupted his friend. "Not in theory, Bill. In any case, we need his parents' consent. If we cannot find them I'll talk to the boy, otherwise, I prefer not to go ahead." The three kept silence as Betty started to sob. "In that case, you seem to be the most appropriate person to ask the boy; in any case, it is only a harmless and painless operation, less than a blood donation." Then they heard the boys coming down. Dr Lowell could not believe what he was watching: Ricky pink cheeks as those of a real healthy boy. His new look, after cutting his hair, increased the sensation of healthiness. They greeted the doctor and everybody went into the dining room. The MD observed the boys how they ate in silence but clearly showing they were hungry. He thought that conduct was not normal, and much less of a sick person. "You are hungry, aren't you boys?" Robert asked. Jeff and Ricky grinned remembering the exercise they had done in the tub just minutes ago. When they emptied their mouths Ricky answered. "Yes, we are, Doctor; I suppose my father has told you about me crossing the pond." His mother stared at him about the use of "me", but the boys ignored her. "Yes, and I am very happy that you did. This reinforces the results of the analysis, strangely your body is defeating your leukaemia, and we hope this is definitive." Ricky stared at the MD questioning with his eyes. The doctor felt the anxiety of all as he continued: "Ricky, it is not the first time this occurs, therefore, to be in the safe side we need a donor's marrow and, fortunately, we have found one." "That's great Dr Lowell!" Thanks for your help." They sighed and continue dining. When the adults had coffee, Robert stared at his friend and wife; they expressed an excuse that had agreed in advance and left the library. The tall man was facing the boys as he said: "Ricky, please, I want to talk to Jeff privately. I hope you don't mind as..." The boy rose from his seat and sadly said: "Of course, dad." He glanced at his friend as telling "I'm upstairs waiting for you." He then left, closing the heavy door behind him. Jeff knew this was an important moment and instinctively raised his left hand and touched the invisible quartz rock hanging from his neck. "Jeff, please, sit down here, close to me." Robert patted the couch as the boy did. The man looked into those black large eyes. He could not stop evoking his sick father when the boy was near him. He continued: "Jeff you have heard the doctor... we have a donor, but do you know who he is?" The boy fixed his sight on the man as he touched again the stone hanging from his neck; he knew the answer and smiled with a sigh as he heard. "You are the possible donor who might save Ricky's life!" Though Jeff knew the importance of the moment he hugged Robert tenderly placing his head on the man's shoulder. "You will never know how happy I feel in this moment knowing I can help Ricky, paying him back his kindness, help and friendship. It is the best thing that has happened to me, as far as I can remember. I would give my life for him if it was necessary." Robert did not expect such an answer and returned the hug to the boy. He could not stop two tears rolling on his cheeks. In a fraction of a second, he saw the quartz rock beaming. He thought his mind was playing with him. Tenderly he separated the boy and kissed his black curly hair. "Jeff, son, thanks. However, though it is not harmful, even you would not feel any pain, you must make a great effort and try to remember who you are, and especially where we can find your parents, we need their consent..." The boy separated from the man as he said: "I'm sorry, Robert, but I have tried and cannot remember even my name; nevertheless, I am sure that I have no parents, I am an orphan. They died in a car crash and I don't know how I came here. On the other hand, it is my marrow, not theirs. I'll declare it before a Judge if you believe it is necessary; but please, Robert, let me help Ricky." The boy was now with wet eyes. Robert dragged the boy to his chest and kissed him again. "God bless you, my child!" He paused. "I'll talk to Uncle Jeremy; he is the district Judge and will advise us what to do. At least, we might need two witnesses; but that's not any problem." Robert felt again that sensation that the boy was not a stranger to him. "Thanks for letting me being of some help." Before Robert could argue anything, the boy separated and ran to his room. Betty and Dr Lowell entered the library as Robert was wiping his tears with the hanky. "How was it, Bob?" His wife asked. "I can't believe... he even pleaded. He eagerly wants to help Ricky, no matter what could happen to him." "What about his parents?" We need them. "He insists doesn't know or remember his name, and that he's sure he has not any parents. They died in a car crash." "In that case, I'll prepare everything for next Monday early. It will take half an hour to extract the marrow and he will feel nothing. A healthy boy will recover in just a few hours. On Tuesday he won't notice anything. Meantime you should pay a visit to Uncle Jeremy so he comes for lunch on Sunday. I'll provide him with all the documentation regarding our worldwide searching for a fit marrow; he must clearly understand the need of it. "Ok. I'll see to it. He knows very well our problem, and I don't think there is any argument against it. We are trying to save a life." Jeff entered into their room beaming of happiness, all of the contrary of Ricky, who was on his desk with his head between his hands. He rotated the chair and found Jeff in front of him with a large smile waiting for his questions. But before he could make any, Jeff said: "Surprise yourself, I am your donor!" Probably next Monday we'll go to the hospital to extract some of my marrow for you. However, if you are already cured..." Ricky hugged his friend. "I don't know why, but I felt you were the donor, it is not a surprise for me." He paused. "If I'm already cured, most likely they will keep it in reserve duly frozen, as the most precious jewel, just in case some needs it, like me." "Frozen... you mean into ice?" "Oh, no; the ice cannot prevent it from being spoiled. It is a new technique. It will be introduced into a tank with liquid oxygen at a temperature of about sixty grades centigrade below zero. This will keep its properties for many years." Then Ricky remembered their idea of going to visit Joe, the Indian shaman. "By the way, shall we send a message to Joe?" "No. I don't think it is necessary. We need to spend a lot of time before the next Saturday, July 4th preparing the Independence Day feast; it is only two weeks. Your father wants to celebrate it for your recovery, inviting many persons." "How do you know it?" Ricky smiled. "I suppose the stone..." "No, it wasn't. I just overheard something..." Jeff placed his arm around Ricky's shoulders and confidentially added. "Many girls and boys will come, amongst them someone that you especially like." Ricky grinned, and pushing Jeff to the bed he started making ticklish to him. After some time he stopped and got serious. "You are the only special person that I want near me for the rest of my life, Jeff." The boy smiled breaking the moment's sadness and returning the ticklish to Ricky. "I'll introduce you to some girls that even you might fuck." "That would be great! Now, please, load the last DVD about the War." Ricky did and immediately Jeff was engrossed in watching and loading into his memory those events that marked the World's history, especially the launching of the first atomic bombs in Hiroshima and Nagasaki; practically ending the War. Chapter 15 -------------- It was very late in the evening when Jeff ended watching the whole collection. He stared at Ricky that was reading something about 1929 Depression. Jeff's eyes were blurred when the last image closed with "the end". He then said: "I have many questions in my mind about this terrible war, and I won't forget these images. The fanatic Nazism and Japanese that took his peoples and countries to the destruction... And what's about the children that suffered and died, especially in those terrible camps... I can't believe that the human being is so stupid. If I ever have the opportunity, I'll fight against people or institutions that promote war." He paused. "However, I suppose that sometimes it can't be avoided." "That's history now, and most of the times it is not in our hands to stop them. After that war, came others: Korea, Vietnam...where thousands and thousands of Americans died due to political or interested parties; they never fought, but collected the benefits." Ricky paused, went to his desk and extracted a small pocketbook, handing it to Jeff. "What's this?" Jeff asked. "It is my present for you. It is a condensed history of the USA and the World. You will find the most important events occurred in our country since 1900 to the last year, along with the names of all our Presidents. It is very helpful to refresh the memory before you go into a history's examination. I have another DVD related to the High Depression that we can watch tomorrow. It contains old movies, especially about the alcohol National Prohibition times." "It's late and we need to sleep." Both boys got naked and went under the covers. Ricky wanted to have some fun, but Jeff couldn't open his eyes, and a few minutes later they were hard asleep. Some hours later, a nightmare woke Ricky up; he was sweating and trembling, as the images still were fresh in his mind. Jeff was walking up to a ball of fire and he could not stop him. He called him but his voice was nil. Some devil behind him was laughing and telling him: "He is gone; now you are mine forever." "No!!!" He had shouted waking up himself. Then he stared at the peaceful image sleeping near him. "No, he will stay with me forever. We'll be as twins and share everything." He murmured. Then, he remembered the album of old pictures that his father kept in his desk or the safe. His father had authorised him to watch them when he liked, but never to take away or show to his sisters: That was only for the heir, and with the time, he would authorise his son. He smiled, he thought: "And if have not any son...?" Rapidly he thought: "Tomorrow I'll show them to Jeff. He had saved my life, therefore, he has the right to see them. I'll explain to him all the family's past events..." Thinking about that, he returned to a new dream. Jeff woke up and found Ricky spread eagle, his cock hard and pointing to his face. He was fresh and had slept comfortably. He had had strange dreams. He knew now, not only who he was, but also, those who appeared in all the images that flashed into his mind. Slowly, his memory was returning. The two boys he had seen were his rascal brothers. He remembered Karl and Joe and his dick got hard. But where were they? He turned to Ricky and could not remember to have seen him before he came here. He thought later would talk to him. "He is a great boy and I love him." He murmured. Then he bent his head and slowly took between his lips his hard cockhead. He questioned himself why he liked to suck Ricky, he was sure he always rejected to suck Karl, even hated the flavour of his semen. He felt how Ricky's cock engorged in his mouth as he heard his moans. Suddenly he felt Ricky's strong arms that pushed him on top of his lovely body. "I love this morning exercise and I love you, Jeff." No more words were expressed as the two boys sucked each other eagerly in a 69 position. Soon the nice feeling arrived as they muffled screamed thru their noses. When their dicks started getting flaccid, Jeff recovered his original position in front of Ricky. He touched the smooth face with the back of his hand, and then kissed Ricky a peck of genuine love on his nose. "We better get up; I think someone, a Judge, is coming to request me swearing that I don't have parents..." Ricky interrupted him. "Jeff, is it true that you have no parents?" "I don't know for true, Ricky. I can't remember them. However, I must tell you that I have identified the boys that flashed into my mind in this house and..." Ricky interrupted him. "Do you? Who are they? "They are my twin brothers, and the elder blond is my cousin, though I can't remember their names. As I told you, this is not the first time that I have been in this house, though it was different as it is now. Ricky stared intensely at Jeff. "Jeff, if you have been living in this house and the building was different as it is now, you are older than you seem to be... but you look even younger than me." They kept silent for a while, and then the bright boy continued. "There is only one explanation, you have come from the past... you have travelled in the time... but that's impossible, even with the advanced technology we have reached. However, that would explain many things, especially you ignoring the historical events." "I think you are right. However, admitting that I have come from another time in the past, how do you explain the power of the stone hanging from my neck?" You have said that in spite of the advanced existing technology, you have not anything like this." Instinctively Ricky touched the piece of quartz that now had a special yellow brightness. "Yes, that's a powerful question," Ricky said grinning and returning the kiss to Jeff on the nose. "If you came from the past, you could be my great-grandfather, my grandfather, or... I could be your father or your grandfather if you come from the future..." They laughed loudly. "It is funny, a grandfather and his grandchild enjoying having sex together; well... at least, everything is left within the family." They started laughing and making ticklish to each other. They were just boys having fun, no matter what had happened to them. Then Ricky added: "My father has an old photo-album from his father. Tonight or tomorrow I'll bring it here and I'll show you the pictures. If you have come from the past you may recognize some of the pictures. "That's a good idea, however, no one would believe this fact; they may believe we are inventing some story for fun, as you say, it is impossible. Can you imagine the paper's headlines? ""Boy comes from the past to heal another boy"" We must keep our mouths shut if we want to be treated as normal and rational persons." "Yes, you are right; they may believe we are insane and..." Jeff jumped out of the bed, washed his face and got dressed; he was not used to the morning shower, sometime later they would enjoy the swimming in the pool. Around mid-morning an old man arrived with his secretary, carrying a laptop computer; he was Mr Jeremy Docket, a family's old friend and Jeffrey Larsen's schoolmate. He was greeted by Ricky parents and introduced into the house. As they were sat the man asked: "How is getting on my old friend Jeff in the hospital in Europe, Dr Lowell?" "His body works perfectly, nevertheless, he's as a body without a spirit, as the Indians used to say. In spite of all advances in Medicine, always there are cases we can't explain the situation, and this is one of them. We do not dare to move him to America just in case this might engrave his situation." The old man grinned. "Show him a good "Ferrari" and his spirit will return immediately to drive the car." The judge seemed to remember old times as he continued: "He was the objective of the many girls living in the school and later in the college. We were fortunate as we liked and married those twins. Well, they weren't twins but born at the same time from the same mother, their resemblance was evident. Unfortunately, we lost them; your mother was a great woman, Robert. Well... let's go to business." Jeremy Docket was a real Judge, Doctor in Law graduated in Harvard and with great prestige, not only in California. When he was part of Californian Supreme Court, he had not doubted condemning publicly Nixon in the Watergate affair, in spite of him being a Republican himself; that probably cut his career to the US Supreme Court. Now as a retired, he was appointed as District Judge, mostly honoured to occupy his free time, though he had written several books about Law. After some refreshment and a good coffee, Dr Docket said: "Robert, can you call the boy?" Then, addressing to his secretary, added: "Angela, get ready that computer of yours. You and Dr Lowell will also act as witnesses." Robert did not need to rise from his chair as he heard the boys coming out of the kitchen after having breakfast. He motioned Jeff to approach while the Judge was talking to Dr Lowell. The boys remained standing at the door watching the group. "Judge, here you are this strange boy to whom we owe Ricky's happiness." The Judge raised his sight and met Jeff's black eyes. Suddenly his face got white and started to tremble; Dr Lowell stood; he thought the judge was having a heart attack. The old man stopped the MD as he started recovering. None of the present persons had guessed what had happened. He stood and sat behind the large wooden desk. "It seems you can't remember anything. Is that true, Jeff?" "Yes, sir. I'm sure my name is Jeff, but nothing else. I have the feeling that my parents died in a car accident, but to be honest, it is only a feeling; I don't know anything for certain." After a few legal technical questions the Judge said: "Do you know what this family pretend from you?" "Yes, sir. And I am more than happy to help Ricky to recover his health. He is my best friend and gladly..." The old man raised his hand stopping him. He then addressed to the present persons, including Ricky. "You are witnessing the free declaration of this minor as to give part of his marrow to recover Ricky from his leukaemia. Dr Lowell, does this operation implies any danger for Jeff's health?" "No sir. Our technology is more than able to do it without any danger, only the disturbance that the boy will feel during a few hours after the small operation. On Tuesday he will be fine and ready to make anything of his age." "Ok. Now Jeff, since your parents are not present, it is impossible to find, and this is an urgent need, I authorise your consent on this subject. Angela will print out a document that reflects this act, you, with Angela, Dr Lowell and I will sign the document. God bless you for your goodness." They signed the three copies and the Judge kept them. He added: "Once it is duly registered we'll forward a copy for Robert. Now, please, I want to speak with Robert in private." Everybody stood and left. Then they went into Robert's office, closing the door behind. When they were alone, Ricky's father said: "Uncle Jeremy, are you well. I thought you were to faint." "Robert, my son; some people think I am insane since that famous trial about the Watergate affair, and I don't want to give them extra reasons. Where did you find this boy? "We did not find him; he came here asking for help near four weeks ago. His clothes were as those of a rich boy, but torn and spoiled..." He explained the circumstances that we already know. After one minute of silence, the Judge said. "Robert, when this boy entered the room, I saw the image of your father during the party of his 12th birthday, except for the clothes. How can it be? He is in a hospital in Europe and is 82 years old! The same as I am." "Wait a minute, Uncle Jeremy. You are not still enough surprised." Robert rang the silver little bell and Maria came: "Maria, please, bring Jeff's old clothes but wrap them so no one can see them." A couple of minutes later the girl knocked on the door and left the parcel on the desk. Robert then extended the fine silky shirt and short trousers. The Judge again almost fainted. "I can't believe it! Oh almighty God! How can it be?" He had raised his hand to his mouth to prevent someone could hear his exclamation. After some time, the old man added: "Since that day, he always was wearing a necklace with a quartz stone hanging from his neck; he appreciated it as the most valuable jewel. It was the present he received from Joe, a young Indian... he still lives in the reservation and is 83 y/o. They were blood brothers and inseparable pals." "I know him. This boy doesn't have anything hanging from his neck. He also wore lovely shoes, but they were so torn that Maria thought it wasn't worthwhile to keep them and put them with the waste. "We better keep all these observations for ourselves. They are not necessary for saving Ricky's life." Robert thought to tell the Judge about the improvement that his son had experienced since the boy appeared but that would complicate the problem. They went out and joined Dr Lowell and the rest of the guests. They heard the boys' shouts in the swimming pool that were playing with another two boys and a girl, Maria's brothers and sister, and seemed to be having a great time. Dr Lowell commented to the Judge: "Given this, who could say that Ricky is gravely six?" "Yes, you are right. Fortunately, Jeff will save him. It is a pity we cannot find his parents, though I have the strong belief they are not very far from here." Chapter 16 --------------- The boys spent the Saturday as any child of their age would. Maria's brother was a lovely eleven-year-old boy; and the girls, two shy thirteen-years-old teenagers with beautiful tits. Those girls brought to Ricky's memory his girl, Lydia's daughter. As usual, after dinner, the boys sat in the living room with Ricky's parents. Robert could not take his sight off the strange boy; every minute spent near him increased his affection for Jeff. It was not due to the fact he would help his son to survive, it was something different he couldn't explain himself. "On early Monday Dr Lowell and his team will extract your marrow for Ricky. Aren't you worried, Jeff?" "Should I?" The boy answered with determination. "I trust Dr Lowell, he had done this type of small operation hundreds of times with success, besides, it is Ricky's life what is on the stake. I'm sure he would behave the same if I were sick." Ricky's hand sneaked and pressed Jeff's thigh, yes he would do the same. Mentally he said: "Jeff you would never know how much I love you at this moment." "Let's go upstairs, I want to show you something," Ricky said. The boy kissed his parents good nights and Jeff, for the first time, felt the need to do the same and he did. Robert stood and hugged tightly Jeff. The man felt that strange sensation as when he was a boy and his father hugged him, especially, when he went to the boarding school and would spend months without seeing him. He had always been very close to his progenitor. Finally, he said: "Good nights, sons. Have nice dreams!" They separated and the boys ran upstairs, followed by the couple's sight. His wife kissed her husband. "You are in love with this boy, aren't you, Bob?" Before he replied she added: "I am, too. It would be great if we could adopt him, he would be the brother that Ricky never had and misses." The man caressed his wife blond hair and pressed her against him. "Betty, I have a strange sentiment that I cannot explain. During the past days I have dreamt about this boy and Ricky together, but I am sure this won't happen. Please, don't ask me why, because it is a sensation, a feeling. Tonight I felt the need to hug him very tight, I would have asked him many things but I know he can't answer my questions." The boys entered their room and Ricky closed the door. They sat down on the large leather couch as Jeff stared at Ricky. "What are you going to show me?" "I'll do later. I just wanted to get here and be together." He paused. "When my father hugged you, I felt a pang of jealousy as your stone had a special brilliance. He rarely hugs anyone as he has done you tonight; even to my sisters when they come with their little children." Jeff did not answer immediately; his eyes were blurred when he answered. "Ricky, I would like to know exactly who I am, but when your father hugged me tonight I felt he was part of me, the same as when I hug you. You are not a stranger to me, Ricky; that's why I enjoy being near you. I know I have brothers and probably parents, but... why I can't remember them?" The boy said with desperation, as tears came down his cheeks. Ricky tried to change the subject. "Let's forget for a moment what is happening and admit you have travelled thru the time...! "But you said this is impossible, though it would explain many things. Moreover, if I have come from the past I must return to it, but... how? Let's assume I'm your grandfather. What about the old man that is laying in a hospital in Europe?" Ricky then said sadly: "There are too many questions that we can't answer by now. But please, Jeff, don't desperate, everything will be alright. Let's do whatever we want, and forget our worries." He paused and changed the subject. "By the way, did you like the tits of Maria's sisters? I got hard this morning. They seemed not to care about and a few times her bikini failed to get them concealed." This turn of the conversation made Jeff to smile and to remember when he fucked "White Feather", the Indian girl. "Yes, I like them. The first time I touched Linda's nipples I couldn't stop my orgasm, you can imagine how you would feel if you suck one of them." Instinctively the boys rubbed their crotches as their dicks were hard. "Did she enjoy as you did it?" Jeff grinned as he dropped his pants and underwear; his cock had started spilling precum. Ricky did the same and both boys started massaging their penises. "That's a relevant question, Ricky. "Golden Hawk" taught Joe and me clearly about this subject. He said the woman enjoys as much as you do; otherwise, don't expect she will come to you again. That is the cause of many divorces; you must keep this in your mind when fucking a girl. She is a human being as you are." "Did she return to you after the first time?" "One month ago we spent almost a whole day near that shed you saw in the crossroad. While Joe was fucking Karl hard, at the same time I did to her. We spent a very good day and we ended almost exhausted. Karl couldn't seat on the saddle." Ricky started to laugh loudly thinking on Karl. Ricky's parents crossed to their room and heard the boys' laughs. Robert murmured to his wife: "I wish we could hear that music for a long time." "Who is or was Karl, Jeff? Ricky asked; that surprised Jeff. "He had to be very close to me, probably a cousin. I can't remember. I know he was seriously worried because he felt what you nowadays call "gay" and never told anyone, except to Joe and me. However, the previous week, we had been paying a visit to the tribe's place and we swam in the river. All boys and girls were naked and he couldn't take the eyes off from the nude boys. Joe told me that most of the adults guessed he was homosexual." "Jeff, did... did you fuck him, too?" Jeff made an effort trying to remember, and after one minute he answered. "I think I did a few times before we discovered that Joe liked boys besides girls, though he was not homosexual. I had to pay him back for all the teaching about sex he made me in the school. On the contrary than with you, I remember that I hated his spunk in my mouth when we sucked each other, as we do here." Saying this, Jeff jumped on top of Ricky, and before he could realise, they were sucking each other penises eagerly. Ricky extended his hand and pressed the quartz stone. The beautiful moments ended with both boys breathing hard and their mouth sealed enjoying the flavour of Ricky's seeds. After some minutes of relaxing, Ricky wore a white gown and said: "I think everybody is in bed. I'll try to get that photo album I mentioned to you; it might clarify some of your memory." Ricky disappeared while Jeff kissed the stone. Then a flood of information came to his mind, even he remembered the moment when he was expelled from the car near the "Bullhead Stone" four weeks ago. Now he understood he had to return to his time, however, he felt very sad about leaving Ricky. Yes, he was Ricky's grandfather! Most likely the Great Spirit had sent him to cure his grandchild, as He did centuries ago to save the Indian tribe from those bloody brothers. Ricky entered with the album under his arm. He discarded the gown and both sat down naked on the leather couch. He opened the album and Jeff could watch the picture made just a few weeks ago during his 12th birthday party. He touched the old photo reverently as Ricky said: "Do... do you know these persons, Jeff?" Two tears dribbled down the boy's cheeks." "I wouldn't have liked to watch it, because now I'll know things and events that otherwise I should have known when they happened." He paused as Ricky kept a respectful silence. "Yes, I know all of them. For you, this picture was taken 70 years ago, for me, just four weeks ago during my 12th birthday celebration." He paused again to order his thoughts. "When you left I touched the stone, and all my memory returned." Ricky could not believe what he was hearing. Trembling he asked: "Who are they, Jeff?" Without raising his head he pointed to the first image. "She is or was the greatest woman I have ever known, the founder of our family, my grandmother, Margarita Larsen, née Sierra Lopez. I suppose you have recognized me with the stone. At that moment I didn't know its powers. The couple is my parents, your great grandparents. And these two rascal beautiful twins are my brothers Peter and Olaf. They never stopped making pranks and being into troubles, so my father spanked them very often." He paused as Ricky hugged him. "I suppose you must come back, but... but what shall we do?" "I don't know. I know how I came, it was in an accident. The Universe has unknown secrets that nobody knows. I may be trapped in this time, but what would happen if I face my own body lying on the hospital? As you can see we can't tell anyone; no one would believe us." "I think we should continue as we are now. There are some theories regarding your question of meeting your body. A paradox could occur and one of you must die..." "Next Saturday is 4th July, Independence Day. Many people will come, amongst them some friends of my father that are reputed as scientific persons. Uncle David, my mother's brother, is a good man and we could ask him about this subject. In any case, it is a difficult situation. I know my parents are planning to adopt you." Jeff grinned. "A son adopts his father! It is not bad for a newspaper headline." They laughed and Jeff looked into Ricky's eyes as he rubbed the boy's smooth face. "I can't believe I will have a grandson as beautiful as you are." Ricky grasped Jeff's hand and kissed it. They hugged again. "In any instance, I will love you with all my heart, Ricky." "I know it, grandpa," Ricky said smiling. "I know you have full knowledge of the family. I want to make you a few questions about them that I shouldn't do, but I can't stop doing." Ricky caressed Jeff's curly black hair tenderly as he said: "Yes, I know everything. But do you think it is a good idea to know in advance what will happen to them? If you return, I'm sure you will try to change their fate, but you won't be able to do so, otherwise, many things could happen; then you will suffer watching that you cannot prevent or stop what you already know is going to occur to them. They won't believe you; besides, it would be a heavy burden on you." "In spite of that, I want to know some things, for instance, about my grandma; she is a great and powerful woman." Ricky did not know whether he should say the truth or not, but he loved Jeff. "It seems she died at the age of 87. My father said she was found dead lying beside "Golden Hawk" in his tent; he also was dead. Apparently, they had committed suicide. The autopsy showed that she had a cerebrum tumour; however, "Golden Hawk" wasn't sick at all. He could have lived a few years more. Everything was kept a secret to prevent gossips about the family. She was incinerated with "Golden Hawk" in Indian style and their ashes spread around the "Bullhead Rock." This had been stated in her Will and you and Joe designated to carry out the task." They kept silence, and then Jeff commented. "It is not strange. I know that she and "Golden Hawk" were lovers since her husband passed away near three years back. Joe told me he had seen them together many times." Jeff paused again. "What happened to Karl and the twins? That's all I want to know." "Are you sure you want to know? That may hurt you some, especially about your brothers." "Please, do it." He insisted. "Ok. Karl was a homosexual, but he came out when he was a famous aircraft engineer. He and his lover, also an engineer, went to England at the beginning of World War Two. They piloted a bomber designed by him; after many raids, the aircraft was shot down in the Cologne's area. All the crew members died. Peter and Olaf joined the US forces as pilots, too; always together and had the same luck, though they shot down many enemies. Later, when the war was over, we knew Olaf had a baby girl, born 1943, with a rich Admiral's daughter. Your father wanted the baby and her mother to come to California, but her family strongly rejected it; they only allowed our family to see the little girl in England. Your father did not forget her, and every time they went to Europe carried toys or presents for the little girl. They couldn't claim her as their granddaughter because Olaf had never married Olivia, the baby's mother. Later on, when she grew up and married, she came to California to know her father's family, since then, they were part of our tribe. She also had only a girl that married a Lord's son and had twin boys." Ricky stood and extracted a photo that he had printed from the computer; it showed two red-haired boys of about 14 y/o. "Strangely they don't resemblance to Olaf much. What are their names?" Ricky grinned. "Peter and Olaf," he answered. "In spite they have a strict English education, when they come here behave like any of us, forgetting their old-fashioned family. Last summer Peter said that he would come to study at Berkeley. They are very hot boys and we had good sexual sessions together." Jeff grinned. "Tomorrow, if you have nothing important to do, I would like to go to the "Bullhead Rock," Jeff said. "No, I have nothing special, except that Marian comes in the afternoon. She is going to spend the whole summer holidays here. I'll introduce her to you." Ricky paused and added sadly: "It is a long way to go; therefore, we must get up early since we must spend the entire day." The boy paused. "You miss your family and want to test the rock, don't you?" "Yes, I do. I have assumed I belong to other time and I must come back; the problem is that this could take weeks, months or even years. I don't know. The stone suggests nothing on this subject." "Ok. We'll get up at dawn and take the horses, so we can use shortcuts. Let's sleep if we want to be fit and well for tomorrow." The following morning Maria prepared a cold lunch and some sandwiches that they put in the saddlebags. Ricky wrote a note for his parents, though he took his mobile phone with him. On Sunday morning, while the boys rode the horses thru the forests, Dr Lowell was sat down under the fresh canopy having breakfast. He opened his laptop computer and connected to the Internet to receive his morning emails, he was not a lazy man, though he had been talking with Ricky's parents until late in the night. In spite of being Sunday, he had five messages in his box, discarded some of them and opened one from his team with the following text: "Dr Lowell, find attached the DNA analysis that you requested us. It is simple and has not any difficulty to determine the relationships. Best regards. Louis" He downloaded and opened the message attached and read the main lines: "Genes of subject "A" (Jeff) have a strong presence in "B" (Robert), the same as "B" in "C" (Ricky), however, genes of "A" have not so strong presence on "C". None of them has reciprocity with "A". (As grandfather-grandchild). The man could not believe what he was reading, he commented in a murmur for himself: "This must be an error; how can a boy of 12 be the father of a man on his sixties, and therefore grandparent of a boy older than himself?" My assistants probably drank too much during the week." Chapter 17 --------------- As soon Jeff and Ricky completed what they needed, mounted the horses; the animals had rested and wanted to stretch out their hard muscles, so as soon as they were out of the gardens, the boys left the reins soft and the horses started a mad run thru the forests. After some minutes they slowed down and the boys let them on their own pace. This was the moment to talk about many things that Jeff was considering; however, it was Ricky who started the conversation. "Jeff, do you want to see Joe? I'm sure he would be very happy receiving you, after all, you were his blood brother and best friend." No. I don't think it is advisable, because probably we would start talking about old things that have already happened to him, but not for me. I don't want to know anything; it is enough with what you have already told me. On the other hand, if I ever return, I'll feel obliged to tell him what I know about the future that is waiting for us, don't forget he is my brother and couldn't hide anything." "Yes. I think you are right. He mustn't feel well with the current situation, after practically his people disappeared from the reservation, except for the annual meeting." He paused, and after a couple of minutes, he continued: "My father told me about the special inhibition of the Indians about sexual relationships; it is the contrary of what Christians practise. I know that many catholic and protestant priests have tried to convince them that their sexual behaviour goes against any moral code or principle." Jeff grinned as he said. "Always the priests are arguing against what they believe is the right truth; their truth. These Indians are in America even before Jesus was born, practising their customs and religion. Their almighty God is Mother Nature, and the Great Spirit is wherever life is and not adoring the death. The Roman Emperor Julian the Apostate called the Christian churches "graves" because Christians adored dead people." The boys smirked. "I do agree with him." "And... what's about the sex relationships amongst them?" "Well, they believe in the rights the Mother Nature has granted to every Indian. The sex is not a taboo as in the rest of this country or most of the countries in the world; except some small islands in the Indian and Pacific Oceans. If you lived with them, you could watch little boys and girls having sex or just kissing when they are playing under the trees. It is not strange to find boys or girls sleeping in other tents and having sex during the night while their parents are having intercourse. A father will be proud of his son or daughter if he/she starts having sex very early. Joe told me that when he was five, watched his parents making love, he found this funny as they gasped and moaned; some times he climbed on top of his father as a play and his parents laughed happily." "That must have been funny. At what age did they start these practices?" Ricky asked. "There is not a fixed rule; generally when the children are about five or six y/o. It ends when the girl starts menstruating and the boy spurts semen. The shaman has enough tools to stop any unwanted pregnancy but rarely does it happen. Everybody respects sexual wishes. If someone forces another person sexually it is severely punished, because they understand that the subject has attempted against his/her freedom. Rape is punished with the death penalty." "That is too strong, Jeff." "Well that's the tradition in this tribe and everybody is happy with the law that rules their relationships. This tribe never fought against the Whites. In 1790 they agreed with the current US President the land where they will live and hunt. From that date, they lived in peace and never were disturbed by the white men, so they keep their own rules, except when they are outside of their land. During the Great War, these Indians fought bravely as Americans and thus were recognized by the allies." "That explains many things about Lydia's behaviour," Ricky said. "Why? I don't understand what you mean?" Ricky chuckled recalling his childhood near Marian. "I must tell you something about Lydia and her daughter Marian." Ricky paused, waiting for Jeff's reaction, and then he continued. "Lydia is a direct descendant from Linda. She flew away from conservative Canada as she wanted to live as her ancestors had lived. However, when she came here, the Indians were integrated within the white society; except for the annual meeting, she found nothing left. She was an excellent sports coach and had divorced her husband in Canada; he died sometime afterwards in a car crash. My grandfather met her in the hospital when she and my mother were having their babies, so Marian and I were born on the same day and place. My father contracted her like a wet nurse. She advised my parents that she wanted to raise her daughter free from any prejudice or taboo about sex. My mother was of the same ideas, therefore, she gladly accepted. My father built the little house that is near the stream and we started living together there. "What about your father? Didn't he oppose to that education?" "No. He didn't." Ricky openly laughed. "He was strongly influenced by you; both of you suggested building the lovely little white house. I spent most of my time with mother and daughter in the house. When I was four I started climbing into Marian's cot and later bed; she always received me happily and we enjoyed our sleeping together. Some times we performed what seemed sex, especially from the age of six up. Lydia neither stopped nor encouraged it, also she warned us we could not say it to anybody, except to the family. We started school together and returned everyday home. That beautiful life ended when we reached ten, though I loved her with all my heart, at least, that's what I thought, yet, she told me we were like brothers, not lovers. That year we started boarding school." "Did she know you were seriously sick?" "No, she didn't. Only a few months ago her mother told her. I suppose she will be greatly surprised to see me recovered." "I am sure she will." Jeff did not want to disappoint Ricky, but his feeling was that Marian was telling him the truth when she said loved him more as a brother than as a lover, in spite they had been raised together, enjoying their mutual sex. The time had elapsed quickly talking as the boys soon reached the point where the "Bullhead Rock" was. Jeff immediately recognised the place and felt a pang in the pit of his stomach when he saw the rock. They unsaddled the horses and took them to a good meadow in order the animals could pasture freely. It was over midday when Jeff approached the rock and placed his hands on it; he did not feel anything. "Is there anything new, Jeff?" Ricky asked. "No. There isn't." He stared around the placed and sighed; then the images of his parents and especially of the twins came to his mind, he could not stop some tears dribbled down his smooth cheeks. "This is the place though the rock was closer to the road than is now, at least, it is as I remember from the night we spent here Joe, Linda and I with the great shaman." "Well, that has an explanation. When this road was repaired and paved by our family, they planned some modifications, amongst them, to leave free the rock and with enough space, so the runes written on it could not be spoiled. This took place before I was born." Jeff then explained to Ricky how the accident happened. He paused and continued. "Now I don't know what will happen. I know there are many things, so new and advanced that they wouldn't believe, even won't be able to explain if I ever return to my time." "If you ever return, you will have to bear a very heavy moral weight, since you won't be able to share it with anybody." They took off their clothes and got naked, exposing their already tanned young bodies to the sun, lying on the lawn and refreshing with the mountains dry air. They extracted their lunch from the saddles and before starting having the lunch, Jeff said: "Would you like to taste some good trouts? Without any answer, he added: "Prepare some firewood and start a fire, I'll bring some within a few minutes." Jeff ran to where he had stayed four weeks ago, still, the trap that he made was there, so he installed it and a few minutes later he returned with four fishes. They roasted them and had a good lunch; then lay on their back under one big pine. Suddenly Jeff started making ticklish to Ricky and both began laughing until Jeff pinned Ricky down and instinctively their mouths met in a long kiss. Before they could realise started moving up and down grinding their crotches until that nice feeling hit their bodies. Jeff slid to his side near Ricky recovering from his orgasm. Both closed the eyes and drifted to sleep. "We better get ready the horses; we have a long trip back home," Ricky said. "Yes, you are right, but we are so well and peaceful here..." "I know, but we have not brought anything to stay for the night and it will be cold here, besides, we have an appointment tomorrow early morning in the hospital." That was enough for Jeff that went to bring the horses. Some minutes later they dressed and started trotting back home at a nice pace. The horses had rested, so the way back home was nice and the boys spent the time chatting about their own lives. It was dark when they left the animals in the stables. After a good shower, they had dinner, and Ricky's mother said: "You better go to the little house. Marian is there and has asked about you." "Good, I'll go now, mom. Jeff, would you like to come along?" "No, thanks, I am tired and tomorrow we must get up early. I'll see her the day after tomorrow." Jeff felt that something special was waiting for him with Marian, however, he could not identify what it was, he did not know her personally, and only by the pictures that Ricky had shown him. So he said good nights to everybody and went upstairs. Not very long afterwards, he heard Ricky entering the room and sliding under the covers, he had not stayed very long in the little house. Why? If he loved that girl, at least, he should have spent more time with her; that's what he would have done. Very early the next morning he was woken up by the noise of the helicopter as the machine landed on the garden. The boys jumped from the bed and quickly got ready, they did not need to have breakfast since some blood must be extracted from then, especially from Ricky. They boarded the helicopter accompanied by Ricky's father. Sometime later they were landing on top of one of the hospital buildings. Jeff thought about his family how proud they would feel watching those magnificent sanitary installations. The twins and Karl would especially enjoy the trip onboard the helicopter; they were so fond or aeroplanes... Dr Lowell received them, and soon, after descending to lower floors they were separated: Ricky to go thru some testing and blood extraction, and Jeff for extracting his precious marrow. Ricky finished all the testing and found his father inside of the resting room with Dr Lowell; the man's face was as an open book. The MD then said: "Ricky, you are as healthier as any boy of your age can be. The leukaemia is gone, we don't know how or why, but it is gone and that's what matters." Robert couldn't stop and hugged his son with welling eyes. Dr Lowell continued: "We'll keep Jeff's marrow just in case, or someone may need it in the future. It is special and rare to find." "I want to look after him. May I do it, Dr Lowell? Please!" The MD could not object to the boy." "Ok. I'll instruct the nurse, so in case he needs anything you can call her." They went to the operation theatre; sometime later a nurse appeared pushing a bed with Jeff on it, he still was unconscious. Ricky could not stop a deep sigh with emotion remembering the day they met for the first time. He followed up the bed until it was introduced into a room. Dr Lowell talked to the nurse that left the room immediately, leaving Ricky alone with the unconscious boy. Ricky caressed his friend's curly black hair as he murmured. "You will never know how much I love you." At that moment he could observe how the stone laying on Jeff's chest started glowing intensely. Ricky wrapped it with his hand and, as the previous times, he felt a sensation of warmness and happiness thru his entire body. He caressed Jeff's face and lips, he would have kissed him, but he feared someone could see him, reaching an erroneous conclusion. He was tired, and without feeling, he drifted to sleep with his head lying on Jeff's chest. It was close to noon when Ricky felt a hand caressing his short blond hair and face. He woke up and found Jeff watching him. "You look beautiful when you are sleeping, Ricky. It is not strange that many persons worship you." "I don't care if anyone adores me whenever you..." Ricky introduced his hand under the covers and found Jeff's hard cock. He still was naked. Jeff grinned and sighed at Ricky's touch. "It is neither the time nor the place. I feel wonderful and starving, therefore, please, get my clothes for me; I want to get dressed and get up." "I'll call the nurse, she has them." He pushed a button and a couple of minutes the nurse came with all Jeff's clothes, but then she said. "Please, you shouldn't get dressed. It is supposed that you must remain on the bed at least until tonight." "I feel wonderful and hungry, please call Dr Lowell." Some minutes later entered Dr Lowell; he was not surprised, anything about that special boy surprised him. He ordered the nurse to follow the boy's orders, so he started dressing as Ricky's father entered. "Are you sure you feel well enough to return home?" Ricky then intervened. "Dad, we are not returning home. We expected to be the whole day here, and that is what we are going to do, but not in the hospital. Jeff is hungry and I am starving, so what we need is to eat something... but not here in the hospital." Robert stared at Dr Lowell and he nodded. "Ok, we can have lunch now..." Ricky then touched his father's arm and said. "We want to do it by ourselves, dad. Please give us some money." Robert grinned and extracted his wallet, took a few banknotes and put then into the boy's pocket. "Be good boys. Now at what time will you come back?" Robert asked. Ricky stared at Jeff and then answered his father. "We'll be here around 6:00 or 7:00 pm. We'll meet at the staff's entry." "That's a good idea for safety; you should use it now, too." Ricky then took Jeff's hand and they left. They descended by a service elevator and then went out of the building thru a back door used by the hospital personnel. Dr Lowell and Robert watched how the boys disappeared thru the corridors. "I can't believe what my eyes are watching. Jeff should be in bed at least today and part of tomorrow recovering from his small operation, but he looks fit and well, ready to enjoy a day outside. Incredible! No one, especially medical professionals, would believe this." Robert pressed his friend's arm and dragged him to the cafeteria to have a snack. "Please Billy, forget all about this boy and don't comment anything. Almost certainly we'll know everything sooner or later, but now all that matters is Ricky's health." "Yes, you are right." Jeff and Ricky were walking along the large avenue, watching the tall buildings and luxury shops showing all kind of products; then Jeff said: "Where shall we go?" Before Ricky could answer he added: "I used to go with my father and the twins to a nice new restaurant managed by an Italian man recently established, it was in New Holborn Street, I think my father helped him economically. He had recently come from Italy with his wife and son, a thirteen-year-old boy and made wonderful food that we loved." Ricky smiled as he stopped, then he faced Jeff. "That was seventy years ago, Jeff; now Marcel's is one of the best restaurants in this city, with all probability he is dead. His son still works there in spite he's an old rich man; I like it." Jeff then said: "I remember very well his son. He was a beautiful Latin boy with large eyes-lashes and waved black hair, like mine. He seemed to be always dreaming. When we were there the boy liked to serve us, especially to the twins; I think he had a crutch on them. Well... that was not strange, Peter and Olaf conquered many hearts without knowing it. Let's go." They near ran thru the large avenues, and fifteen minutes later entered into a nice and luxury restaurant. A young man with Italian ascent came to meet them. "Can I help you, boys?" Jeff was going to say he knew Marcel personally but immediately he remembered the special situation. "Yes. We are Ricky and Jeff Larsen and my grandfather knows Marcel. Before we order, can we see him?" The man chuckled. "Well... he is my grandfather and very old. He is sat in the kitchen watching everything. I'll tell him you want to see him. What would you like to have?" Ricky was to order pizza, but Jeff said: "Please surprise us with the most authentic Italian food. We leave you to decide, we are starving boys." "Ok. I'll take care of you." The young man left and a few minutes later came back. "Please come along, boys. My grandpa is surprised and wants to see you; rarely does he accept to see his clients, unless they are special ones. They went thru the tables; still, there were not many persons because it was too early for lunchtime, then thru a door with two swinging sides. The boys were taken aback to see the kitchen, a large space where many persons worked engaged in different tasks, all of them dressed in unpolluted white. On one side there was something like a crystal box overviewing the entire kitchen. The three climbed the stainless steel steps and the boy opened the door. "Grandpa, these are Ricky and Jeff Larsen." A man, of about eighty years old, rose from his seat and stared at the boys. His face got white for seconds as he carefully watched Jeff. "Are you Jeff Larsen?" Jeff nodded extending his hand that the man took in his warmly. Then he shook Ricky's, too. "Sorry boys, it seemed I was watching a ghost; Jeff is the living picture of his grandfather at his age. How's he? Someone told me he's sick somewhere in Europe." Ricky answered the man. "He's unconscious in a hospital in Switzerland, though he is getting better." "I also liked his twin brothers, especially Olaf. My father placed me in the same school that they were attending, so I could come during midday to work in the restaurant. Well, boys, you are my today's special guests. Hope to see you very often in this house. When your grandpa recovers his health, please tell him it will be a great honour if he comes to this house." The boys thanked him for his kindness, saying goodbye; since they did not want to disturb that amiable and busy man. They ate what boys most like, pizza, cannelloni and fruit juice; as dessert large ice cream. When they finished Jeff made a nice belch that Ricky imitated between laughs, taking care no one could watch or hear them. After they finished, Ricky asked for the bill to Marcel's grandchild. "My grandpa said you are our guests, and guests do not pay anything." Ricky smiled. "Thank you very much, but that doesn't prevent us for a good tip, does it?" Ricky extracted a banknote and placed it on the table. "Please tell Marcel our thanks and that we'll comply with his request as soon as our grandpa improves." They left after shaking hands. Once outside Jeff asked. "And now what shall we do? It is too early to return and I want to watch this town." Ricky grinned and both boys alone went from here to there watching everything. Something called Jeff's attention. It was a boy of about twelve talking to a young man that was looking at all directions, and then the man took the boy's hand and introduced him in a nice red car; the boy laughed happily as he entered the vehicle and then kissed the young man on the lips a peck. "Did you see that?" Jeff argued. "Yes, I did. The boy is a hustler and the man probably is his lover. As you could see the boy is beautiful but brown-skinned, that means he probably is an immigrant and has to help his parents with some extra money at the same time he enjoys it. I wonder why the relationship between a boy and a man is prohibited, whenever there isn't any force involved. As you watched, the boy was more than happy meeting the man, and most likely they are going to spend a nice time together." "Yes, it is a pity that they have to hide to do it; some times boys do it forced by their social situation, though this is not the case. The boy looked happy and I think this is not the first time he meets the man." Ricky then raised his arm and stopped a taxi; it was a large and comfortable car. Jeff had not been into any of them and was surprised. Before the man asked, Ricky said: "Please, take us to the General Grant School." The man nodded as he drove to the outskirt of the large city. Jeff was amazed as to how the man talked to someone telling where he was going. Ricky in a murmur explained to Jeff. "He's reporting his central office about this trip, so they always know where any car is. Besides, it is a safety measure." Jeff said nothing, though he was amazed by the new technology. "We also used to attend to General Grant, but it was not far from home, so we walked most of the times, except when the weather was not good. I suppose this is a new one..." Ricky tenderly placed his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Yes, it is a new one. I'll tell you some secret. No one knows it, even the school Principal; but this school is sponsored and owned by our family." Ricky then extracted his cell phone and made a short call, and then he continued: "Most of the richest boys and girls of this area are queuing to enter this institution. In general, the pupils start when they are little and continue until they go to College. It has great prestige and the most modern equipment and installations. Do you want to have a looked into it?" Jeff sighed, but he figured out this would be again an advanced item of the present times. "No. I am proud we spent the family's money on institutions like this one." The car entered the fenced school; the janitor recognized Ricky and smiled at him. The driver stopped in front of the main building and Ricky paid him. It was time for the lunch's break and hundreds of boys and girls came out from the adjacent blocks yelling. Jeff grinned as he added: "Boys and girls will always be the same. There is a difference from my time; it caused a scandal when the school approved to admit also girls, though not mixed with boys in the classrooms." Ricky smiled. "It was your idea to include girls, too; and later to accept Indians and coloured persons. That even increased the prestige of this house." As they crossed the main hall, many boys greeted them, though were puzzled watching Jeff. The girls whistled shamelessly and Jeff could not stop flushing. He collected his qualifications and made a little tour showing him his school. Sometime later, Ricky phoned and got another taxi that left them where they had started. To Jeff's mind came the image of the hustler boy as he watched a similar car. "I am trying to remember about the boy we watched before we went to school. You said that many make this type of services as prostitutes because they need the money for their families. Can't we do anything to help these boys and girls?" Though I guess the problem is too large, even for us." "We can't do anything; the Government should spend less on wars and more on immigrants." Suddenly Ricky said: "Let's go to the movies, I suppose you had them in your time but surely they were different as they are today." They entered a large cinema and could check there were different alternatives. Ricky bought the tickets, some popcorns and refreshments. They were projecting "The time machine" very suitable for the occasion. The large room was almost empty, since it was too early, only a few couples of boys and girls scattered over the seats, some with their parents and some without. They sat near the central aisle with nobody near them. When the movie started, two girls of about twelve y/o, which had been sat far from them, occupied the two seats in front of Ricky and Jeff; one had short hair and the other one had large silky blond hair; they seemed a boy and his girl. Soon the movie started and after some time, the two girls began kneading and kissing each other. This excited the boys and Jeff elbowed Ricky. Then he said in a murmur to Jeff: "They are having a great time. What about if we invite them to trade places with us?" "It isn't a bad idea." Before Ricky could argue Jeff placed his head between the two excited girls. "You are getting us very hot. What do you think if we trade seats and enjoy the moment together?" The girl with short hair seemed not to like the idea, but the blonde grinned and she answered: "It is an excellent idea. You come here with me and Helen will occupy your seat near your friend." The short-haired did not want to argue her friend's idea, so, one minute later, they were engaged in mutual petting and kissing. The blonde girl was lovely and soon she kneeled between the seat row, opened Jeff's fly and in seconds she had the boy's cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down. Jeff had to make a great effort to keep silent so they didn't alert the rest of the persons that were watching the movie. The boy turned the head for a moment and could watch that Ricky was in the same situation than he was. He was kneading softly the girl's hard little breasts as she moaned without stopping her sucking. Jeff could not stop a quick early orgasm that the girl did not note. More relaxed he enjoyed the girl's ministrations; she was an expert cocksucker. Some time elapsed and the boys could not concentrate on the movie as a great feeling started in their loins and reached the tip of their dicks. A strong orgasm hit the young boys as they groaned; needing to cover their mouths to prevent the rest of person watching the movie could hear their moans. Fortunately, this coincided with the moment of a great explosion in the film. The girls received their prizes savouring the clear semen from Rick and a large amount of precum from Jeff. The girls rose from their seats grinning and then went to the other side of the aisle to continue their lovemaking. Jeff wanted at least to thank the girls for their good time, but when the lights went on they were not there. They hurried up going out to get them, but the hall was full of boys and girls waiting to enter to watch the movie. They walked up to a nearby ice cream shop, bought two large cones and sat on the terrace enjoying them. "The girls were wonderful, Ricky. Did you understand the movie? In general, appreciated it but I am afraid I can't relate you the story." Ricky laughed as he was slurping his cone. "Yes, you are right. I have an idea because I have read about it, but the real movie was performed by the girls. My god, what wonderful tongues they had!" They laughed happily and proceeded to the hospital to meet Ricky's father. When they arrived Robert was waiting for them. Robert stared at them and sighed deeply. "How was it being together in town, boys?" "It has been lovely, dad. We have lunch at Marcelo's and he invited us. It seems he is grandpa's old friend; however, he had a good relation with Uncle Olaf. He received us in his office and chatted with us. He wished all the best to grandpa." "Ok, let's go up; the helicopter is waiting for us." The elevator took them to where Dr Lowell was, and after saying goodbye they boarded the helicopter and flew back home. For Jeff was a real spectacle the number of vehicles leaving the city to their respective homes, especially the large extension that the urban zone had expanded if compared with the town of his time. They arrived home and unpleasant news was waiting for them, especially for Ricky. His mom said to him: "Grandma has suffered a heart attack just a few minutes ago and has been taken to the hospital. Her friend has called me from the emergency room. As soon as she has any other news she will call us. I have booked for three persons for tomorrow morning flight to Miami." "You did well, Betty. If it is not so grave I'll stay here, because I have some important business to solve. I would suggest Lydia accompany you; besides efficient, your mother loves her and gladly will accept her caresses better than anyone from a nurse. Ricky, you must accompany them; you know very well how much your grandma loves you." "Yes dad, I like your decision, she always supported me, especially when the leukaemia was detected; she abandoned her retirement to come to the hospital to cheer me up. I'll get ready my luggage tonight." Then addressing to Jeff he added: "Sorry Jeff we can't be with you during a few days." "It is alright," Jeff answered. "I'll manage. There are many things that I can do and think about." Since they had to prepare their luggage, they had dinner early. Lydia and Marian came to have dinner with them. Ricky introduced the girl to Jeff, and as they kissed politely on the cheeks, Marian felt like fire on the boy's lips. She knew at that moment this boy would play an important role in her life, though she ignored which it was. During the whole dinner, she could not take her eyes off from that strange boy. After the meal, everybody said goodnights and went to their rooms. Once in there, Ricky said: "Jeff, I have a little present for you." He extracted a pocketbook from one of his desk's drawers, it was not wrapped. "This is a new recent edition of the book I gave you; it will help you during these days. It has been updated and printed only a month ago." "Sure you know what I like more." Ricky grinned. "Marian will accompany you if you like to walk; like her mom, she is very fond of sport and a good person to talk to. Besides, it seems you are not indifferent to her, I observed she did not stop watching you during dinner." Jeff chuckled as he stared at Ricky. "She is your girl, not mine and..." Ricky stopped him, saying: "As far as I know, she is the girl of nobody. She is intelligent, good student, independent, pretty and has a wonderful figure. To be honest Jeff, I would like she were my girl, but unfortunately, she is not; in spite that we have had a special relationship since we were babies." "Ok, don't put yourself melodramatic; I suppose you have many friends like her." Ricky grinned with sarcasm. "She is an exceptional girl, Jeff. I am sure she would have made anything to save me from my leukaemia... No, I don't have any friend girl or boy that can be compared with her, perhaps it is because I love her and I see things from a prejudiced perspective. I think am not being objective." Jeff felt that Ricky was entering into a ground that could hurt him and he did not want his friend to be hurt; so he changed the subject. "I see the current president is Mr Clinton. How is he?" "Well, I feel democrat, like the rest of the family. For me, he is a good president; he has corrected many mad economical decisions taken in the past by the republicans. His waterloo is that he likes too much young women, and that is not pardoned by this hypocrite society." Jeff grinned, understanding. "Let's sleep, Ricky. You must get up early and it is already late." It had been an exciting and tiring day for the boys, so they drifted to sleep. End or Part 3