Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:10:10 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone Chapter 4

			THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				By Al Peres

				PART 4
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Chapter 18
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In the little house also Lydia and Marian went to bed. In spite it was very
warm, mother and daughter liked to sleep in the same bed. Since she was
almost a baby, Marian deeply loved these moments while she cuddled in her
mother's arms, sometimes accompanied by Ricky in the past. It was the
moment of confidences from both sides. Marian then said:

	"Mom, Jeff is a handsome boy, but a very strange one."

	"Yes, you are right, but I saw you peeking on him very often during
dinner. Do you like him?"

	"I just have been introduced to him... and I must recognize he has
something special that I cannot identify. During the whole dinner he
glanced at me only once, his eyes had a special bright."

	"Like the cats?" Lydia asked smiling to her daughter.

	"Well... there was something strange in his eyes, he seemed
sad. Who is he, mom?"

	"That's a real problem, my daughter. The only one, who may know
this, is Ricky, and he wouldn't disclose it; especially if Jeff had asked
him to keep for himself. We have speculated about this strange boy many
times. Talking to Dr Lowell, he is sure that Jeff belongs to this family in
a very close relationship. Don't forget that he has carried out the
analysis of the boy's blood, with this and DNA can be perfectly determined
the relationship, however, Dr Lowell, as Ricky, will never say anything."

	"Do you have any theory or guess, mom?"

	"It is difficult to establish a theory; you are smart enough and
know this family as I do.  Let's think about money. It seems Grandpa Jeff
is grave in a hospital in Zurich, and according to the Will of the founder
of this dynasty, the heir must always be a male carrying their surname.
Now the only male heir is Ricky that has a lot of resemblances with his
grandfather, the same as Jeff. He could be a descendant from Olaf or Peter,
both were Grandpa's brothers."

	"But that's crazy, mom!"

	"Why, smart girl?"

	"First, both died during World War Two. Olaf had a daughter; her
grandchildren, the red haired-twins, had been here and they said there were
not any other descendants. Second, According to Karl, Grandpa's cousin,
Peter, died in an air raid in 1944 and was not married. Still, there is
another possibility, that Grandpa had another son somewhere, but he is not
that kind of man to hide a son; no matter whether he is legal or not."

	"This doesn't fit. Jeff could be a Grandpa's great-grandchild
without him knowing his existence; after all, he had been a real man with
many women in his life. In view he is seriously sick, his family could have
placed him near the others, apparently without memory. Years ago, Robert
showed me an old photo in which his father appeared as a child. Jeff is the
living image of that child."

       "You are complicating this too much, mom." Then joking she added:
"Perhaps Grandpa Jeff has come from the past in a flying saucer..." She
jabbed her mother and both started to laugh.

       "Why not? The problem is that cannot be one Jeff here living like a
12-year-old boy and another one of 82-year-old seriously sick in
Switzerland at the same time, being both the same person. This only occurs
in the movies." Changing the subject Marian then said:

       "Mom, since I started menstruating, from time to time, I have nice
dreams with a beautiful boy..." As her mother was to intervene she quickly
added. "He is not Ricky, though he has some resemblances with him. He has
black waving hair; his skin is very white, and he is very tall."

       "Is he another heir? You say I'm complicating things, what about
you? Let's sleep, tomorrow I have a long trip to Miami, and as usual, you
will stay and sleep in the great house.  Good nights, my daughter."

       "Good nights, mom." Then mother and daughter drifted to sleep.

Jeff and Ricky were hard asleep when Ricky's mother knocked on their door
encouraging the boy to hurry up since the helicopter would arrive in twenty
minutes. Ricky had planned to have some fun before their departure, but
they were tired with the excitement of the previous day; so quickly they
went under shower and had breakfast. As programmed, the helicopter arrived
in time and the boys said goodbye.

	"I'll call you, though my father will tell you about the news. I
hope she recovers from her heart attack; she is a good woman and I like
her." He paused. "Take care of Marian, Jeff." He then ran to board the
helicopter. A couple of minutes later he was gone. For Jeff, it was strange
that Marian was not there, at least to say goodbye to her mother, but did
not give any importance. She had excused herself to her mother on the basis
she needed to order her thoughts about the boy. All the sudden, Jeff felt
Robert's arm around his shoulders.

	"It is a pity he has to go. Surely his grandma is not so bad; she
likes to make this show in order getting her grandchild and daughter near
her for a while." Jeff grinned.

	"It seems you know that woman very well. Ricky was very concerned
about his grandmother; if that's what is happening, she is not being fair
with her grandchild. I would never do that." Robert's heart was beating
hard inside his chest, it seemed that Jeff was inside of himself ordering
and thinking for him, like when he was a boy. Once more he thought about
Jeff's personality. "Who is him?" He thought.

	"Jeff, have you remember anything that could uncover your past?"

	"I am afraid I can't tell any good news, still my mind is closed."
Jeff hated to be a liar and inside he felt bad. But what would be Robert's
reaction if he could tell the truth to him? He thought.

	"Please, don't forget what I have told you, my happiest moment
would be if you were Ricky's brother; he and all of us feel affection for
you."

	"I know it, Robert. Let's leave the time to heal wounds." Again
Robert felt the strange sensation: those words had been pronounced many
times by his father, and he once again asked himself about Jeff.

	"Yes. You are right, son." Jeff went upstairs and could not but to
smile with his own son's words. "This is a mad world, Great Spirit." He
murmured for himself. Once inside the room, he opened the book that Ricky
had given him and started exploring the events occurred from 1928 upwards,
especially about the Great Depression and the consequences of the War.
After some time, he placed the book on the nightstand to continue his
reading later during the night. When he was to wear the "speedos" that
Ricky had bought for him, he found his cock was hard and chuckled.

	"You need some action, don't you little brother? What our people
would think if they watched me wearing this? Surely they would think I am a
queer." He murmured. Then took his large towel and went to the swimming
pool. Before he closed the door, instinctively he glared at the electronic
calendar on Ricky's nightstand, it marked: "Tuesday June-30 1998" Next
Saturday, July 4th, would be five weeks he was lost in that moment in
time. Tomorrow was due to start the summer holidays for all children." He
thought. Sadly he walked down and entered in the pool's area. He was
surprised watching how Marian was coming out of the water. He jumped into
it and swam to where the girl was, as Ricky had taught him.

Marian's heart started beating hard; secretly she was pleading all her
ancestors that Jeff approached her. They heard her since she watched the
beautiful figure walking up to her.  Subtle, her sight fixed on the point
where the boy's privates were, she could not but to admire the bulk formed
on his crotch. She reproached herself for behaving like this; she had never
acted in this way before.

	"May I lie down near you, Marian?" The boy politely asked. The girl
sighed, nowadays was rare and strange such conduct in young boys, only
highly educated persons did."

	"Of course you may, Jeff. You are as part of this family..."

	"It seems you are very sure about my status in my kinship with
these kind persons.  Don't forget I am a lost boy without memory." Their
faces were only a couple of inches separated; in these circumstances, she
would have rejected anyone, but in this instance, she found herself
attracted to Jeff as iron to a magnet. She would have kissed him right away
if she was in another place. Stammering she said:

	"Certainly, you are a strange boy, Jeff. I can't negate what my
mother told me, you might be a dangerous devil." Jeff laughed as he took
off a tuft of hair from the girl's forehead.  She caught his hand and
retained it as she observed the strange stone hanging from the boy's
neck. Her mother had not mentioned it. After an embarrassing silence, and
still, with their hands together, she added: "Who are you, Jeff? What is
that stone hanging from your neck? Nobody had mentioned it to me." For an
answer, Jeff dragged her head to him and kissed the girl on the lips. It
was not a long kiss, only a peck, but shook the girl's body and soul. Jeff
rubbed the smooth skin of the girl's face with the back of his hand and
said:

	"Really, do you want to know who I am? Or what I am? Both concepts
are different."  Marian doubted for a moment; she had not assumed the boy
could be a bad person and being a member of the family. She thought this
boy was as an angel, and an angel could not be a bad thing.

	"Please Jeff, don't try to confuse me. The second part does not
interest me, because my heart is telling me you are a special good person,
but I don't know who you are." Jeff then smiled and asked the girl.

	"Do you know who you are? Only what you have been told. Your name,
your age, how you were born, from whom you descend, etc. They are only
circumstances..."

	"Please, Jeff; again you are trying to confuse me with this type of
philosophy. I only know your name and possibly your surname, nothing
else. You are smart enough to know what I have asked for." Jeff got serious
and caressed again the smooth face.

	"It isn't philosophy, Marian, there is something else. Exception
made of Ricky; do you know that you are the only person who can see this
stone?" Marian was to argue as he moved his hand to her mouth. He
continued. "If I answered your questions you wouldn't believe me,
therefore, I prefer to keep my mouth shut."

	"How do you know I wouldn't believe you? Do you know that you are
the first person who has kissed me with love?" To say this made Marian
redder than a beetroot, as tears fought to dribble along her smooth cheeks.

	"Marian, I have never kissed a girl with love before, so that peck
was my love declaration, and you understood it. You can see now that you
are a special girl, too. You don't know about yourself, perhaps you are a
devil... or an angel, and yet you don't know it."

	"How can I understand all of this?"

	"Tonight, when you go to bed, lock your door and windows,
notwithstanding, I'll visit you. Please don't assume that I'm a ghost or a
devil, I am not. Then you will understand many things that for me are very
clear since I have kissed you." She near in a whisper and with welled eyes
said:

	"Please come to my room... and now kiss me again, Jeff." And he
did; not a passionately, but gently and with love kiss." Then Jeff stood
and jumped into the swimming pool. He was hard and needed to have a
release. She did the same and soon they were joking and splashing water as
two good friends that had known each other during their whole lives.

After lunch, and as usual, Marian went for a long walk in the forest under
the tall pines; she loved that part of her countryside, her real home. She
felt a nice sensation when was walking and perceived the different smells
emanating from the bushes or the trees. Yes, Jeff was right when he said if
she knew herself. A sweet sensation crept from her legs to her loins and
chest when she recalled the quick kiss. Jeff's first kiss of love, the same
as hers; because what she did with Ricky did not count. Thinking about
this, she recalled the strange dreams that she had very often with that
beautiful boy that had a lot of resemblances with Jeff. Was he the object
of her dream? Walking and thinking she reached the damp that provided the
house with water and sat on an old trunk. She needed to think about what
had happened in the pool, and, what was more important, about what may
happen if Jeff comes to her room tonight. Was he able to conceive a baby as
she was? He has not told anyone his age, except probably to Ricky, or
perhaps he could not remember when his birthday was. She thought the boy
was between thirteen and fourteen y/o. She remembered the bulk formed his
swimming suit on his crotch and sighed.

As Marian, Jeff was in his room thinking on tonight event. He had been
talking with Robert and was told that his mother in law had had a severe
heart attack, but fortunately, she was taken to the hospital in time, and
now she was out of the emergency room, lying in a comfortable room
surrounded by her daughter and grandchild. Ricky asked for Jeff and his
father told him he was in the swimming pool with Marian lying on the grass
and chatting. Ricky surely felt a sting of jealousy, Jeff thought.

The warm day was over and Robert sat to dine with the two children. At that
moment that Ricky was not there, he missed his daughters and their little
children, though the six-year-old rascal twins, Jeff and Ricky, were his
favourites. The dinner ended and he kissed goodnights to Jeff and
Marian. The girl went upstairs and the man into his father's library;
lately, he had been very fond of it. Again the same question raised in his
mind about who was this boy that seemed a living copy of his father at his
age. Would he be an extra-marital grandson of his father? His father never
commented that in the past he had any other woman in his life,
nevertheless, that was too private and maybe his progenitor even ignored
the existence of this child. Well, he thought, that's a question to solve
when he returns from Europe.

Sometime later the house was in silence. Jeff put off the lights and went
to his room; it was around 11:00 pm. He locked the door and wore a light
pyjama; even that was too much since the temperature was still high. He
then took the flashlight and excited entered the dark gallery thru the
wardrobe.

Marian had finished his shower and was drying her hair, now she gave the
final touch to it and wore a light silky nightdress that reached till her
thighs. She was a beautiful adolescent with little breasts that did not
need any bra. She had a little light patch of hair on her pussy that made
her even prettier. She had been all the time thinking on Jeff's words and
they had not agreed on any time. Suddenly, as she closed the bathroom door,
heard some noise in the large room. She looked around and saw the most
beautiful Apollo she could imagine. Jeff was standing in the centre of the
room, near the large bed, dressed only in his underwear, though it was
visible his excitement and the lump formed on his crotch. As if they were
impelled by a strange and invisible person, they launched into each other
arms and their mouths united in a wet kiss.  Instinctively Marian dragged
down the boy's underwear to his heels and Jeff took off her nightdress. The
retained passion filled the moment as Jeff said:

	"I love you, my beautiful Athena."

	"I love you, too, my Adonis." Jeff then took Marian in his arms and
laid her on the soft bed. He went on top of her and again their lips and
tongues met. At that moment they were mad animals that needed a
release. Marian was rubbing the boy back encouraging him to drill her
hymen; the real moment she had been waiting for had arrived. Jeff had some
experience with Linda and soon his hard dick found the way and the warm
cave to enter. In a single push and with some little resistance during the
first few seconds, he went entirely into her. Marian screamed with a mix of
pleasure and pain, but soon all was forgotten. Only they needed a couple of
minutes to reach their wonderful orgasms; for Marian, it was the first of
her life. She embraced the boy with her legs and arms as both stopped
breathing and their bodies were united as one body and one soul. Sometime
later, he slid to his right side, dragging the girl with him as both were
recovering the breathing; now she was on top of him kissing her boy with
little pecks on his lovely face. Suddenly both started to laugh and the boy
making a ticklish to the girl.

"How was it, lovely girl?" She grinned as her head rested on the boy's
shoulder.

       "I never thought it would be so good, great and beautiful, Jeff. It
has been as I had always dreamed, lovely and tender. Thank you."

       "You don't need to thank anything. Still, the best is to come. We
have just started and I was worried thinking that perhaps I could produce
your pain but now the worst is over; I promise you will never forget this
night, my beautiful Athena." She then kissed him and said:

       "Won't it be dangerous in respect of babies? I know that the first
days after menstruations are safe, but if we continue..."

       "Don't worry. I still don't spurt semen, though I have just turned
twelve, though I'm feeling that this event is very near." Jeff felt ashamed
to recognize he was not a man yet.  Marian kissed him gently.

       "Don't be ashamed of something that Mother Nature is in charge to
solve; besides, I like you as you are and not as you should be." She felt
how Jeff's dick started engorging inside her vagina. She smiled cunningly
as Jeff declared:

       "Now the main course comes. I'll send you to the outer space."
Marian smiled and hugged the boy with love, as Jeff moved on top of her. "I
want you to enjoy, later I'll answer any question that you want to make
me." To Marian's surprise, Jeff started nibbling her earlobes and her
neck. Then raised her arms and began to wash her armpits with her
tongue. She felt a mix sensation of ticklish and lust; then the boy scooted
down and took into his mouth one of her hard nipples, then the other
one. Marian was breathing very hard and wanted madly his boy's dick in
her. Jeff noted that he would not complete his program until he reached her
toes, so he continued down and drilled her navel with the tip of his
tongue. She was spread eagle as Jeff's tongue touched and sucked her
erected clit. She squirmed and moaned with pleasure, placing her hands on
top of the boy's head as she murmured:

       "Please Jeff, I can't stand anymore, enter me, I need you inside my
body." She pleaded.  He did not doubt a second and his hard boy tool
entered her to the hilt in a single thrust. Groans and hard breathing was
all that could be heard in the large room. Marian closed the eyes and saw a
beautiful rainbow as she started climbing it. A few minutes later, they
were close to their orgasms. Jeff sealed her mouth with his, introducing
his tongue into her mouth. Seconds later that marvellous feeling arrived as
she screamed; fortunately, their room was on the far side of the house,
opposite to Ricky's room. After some time, Jeff slid to his right side,
their legs crossed and his hard cock still into her.

She relaxed recovering her breathe and then Jeff wrapped her right hand
where the stone was shining like a red topaz. In her mind started, like a
movie, images that she had never imagined.  She saw the fight of the two
Indian brothers many centuries ago, the great battles against other tribes
and many other events. Then came the moment on which Joe gave the stone to
Jeff. She could see thru her mind how the great shaman told Jeff that Linda
was the real future shaman, but her powers would not have any effect in
Canada; she had to come back. With horror, the girl watched how her
great-grandmother killed her husband in a self-defence act trying to save
her baby's life. Then she saw a handsome young boy, a copy of Joe laughing
and joking with her great-grandmother. She stopped the stream of images as
she left the stone; her lovely eyes were a fountain of tears. Jeff knew
what was in her mind, and with all the love he could musters, filled with
kissed her wet face. Suddenly she rose a little from the bed and hugged
very tight the boy, though she continued weeping on the boy's shoulder.

	"You were right, Jeff. I shouldn't have been so curious. It has
been terrible when my great-grandmother... no one had ever told me anything
about these events." Then Jeff pushed her tenderly to the pillow as she
continued. "Now I know how brave all my ancestors were and why my mother
came here. Is she a Shaman, Jeff?" The boy was with his head on his elbow
caressing her silky hair.

	"I don't know, Marian. "Golden Hawk" never told me; he said that in
due time I had to give back the stone to the real shaman. The Great Spirit
would show me the person. He had prayed for Joe, but the Great Spirit did
not accept him."

	"Jeff, how could it be possible that you were with the great
shaman? You are only a boy!" Jeff grinned as he tenderly cleaned the girl's
tears with the back of his hand.

	"I told you that you won't believe me but I haven't told you
anything; the stone has done it, and it can't deceive you. That's the
truth." She opened wide the eyes as she said:

	"But you are lying in a hospital in Europe!"

	"Please, my beautiful girl, I'm as confused as you are. Tomorrow
we'll get up early and go to where the "Bullhead" stone is; there I'll
explain to you how I came here. By now, you enjoy that we are together
until the Great Spirit decides what the future will be."

	"The Bullhead place is very far away, even riding the bikes,
perhaps riding the horses and using shortcuts thru the forests we could go
and come during the same day. Otherwise, we would need to stay overnight
and Robert wouldn't allow us to do so. Of course, I want to go to someplace
where we can enjoy without being disturbed."

	"Yes, you are right. We'll decide tomorrow." Jeff went to get his
underwear but Marian retained him on the bed; she pushed him and lay on his
back. Then she jumped on top of him and sat on his chest with her back to
him; then bent her head and without any notice, she took the boy's penis
into her mouth. She wanted it since Jeff licked and sucked her clit. Jeff
moaned in pleasure but her technique was not excellent; he reciprocated and
a couple of minutes later both could not stand as their bodies tensed and
sometime later reached that beautiful orgasm.  Still recovering, she turned
to her original position near her boy.

	"I better go to my room just in case..." Marian sealed her mouth
with a tender kiss.

	"This is our wedding night and I'm not ready to accept. We'll sleep
here and at dawn, you can return; then I'll meet you at the kitchen for
breakfast. We'll spend the day in the forests."  Marian set her wristwatch
alarm and dragged the covers over them. A few minutes later they were hard
asleep.

The alarm beeped and Jeff jumped from the bed, he wanted to start again but
they had plans and he always liked to attain to what he had planned. He
kissed Marian softly and tender, took the flashlight, and naked disappeared
thru the wardrobe. She heard how the secret door closed as her boy was
gone. She remained during a couple of minutes under the sheets; and then
she kissed the place where Jeff had been. She stood and went to the
bathroom. She then murmured for herself:

	"Except for the boy of my dreams, he's the most handsome boy in the
world, this is real, and dreams rarely come true."

Chapter 19
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When Marian entered the kitchen, a lovely smell to coffee recently made hit
her nostrils, she smiled satisfied and much better when she watched her boy
was talking to Maria. She was a good woman that everybody liked especially
boys and girls of all ages; her family had been working with the Larsen
since they came with Margarita Sierra from Mexico. They spoke English
fluently, but as many Californians, during daily life, she spoke in
Spanish, and that was what she was doing now with Jeff.

	"Please Maria, tell Mr Robert that we are going to the crossroad
lake to spend the day; Marian is carrying her cell phone in case they need
to contact us, or we need help. I like that place since Ricky took me
there." Marian grinned, he was a good liar.

	"Alright; last night told me, Mr Robert, that Ricky's grandmother
is much better, so they will be here before Saturday, probably Friday
evening, to celebrate July 4th, the Independence Day. I love the fireworks
in the lake. When I was a child, only Indians and their family met there,
nowadays, that seems fair; but I still love that place because young and
adult persons enjoy very much, some times even too much." She would have
not finished had not been Jeff interrupting politely her:

	"Mother Maria, sure it must have been wonderful. By the way, did
you prepare the sandwiches I told you?"

	"Yes my beautiful son, everything is on the bike's bags; hope you
like them. Please take care of Marian, she is so bonita..." The woman
sighed. They ended the breakfast, took the helmets and soon they were
pedalling thru the lonely road bound to the lake.

	"I thought she would never end talking," Marian said. "She is a
great woman and her family deserves all our compliments, she knows that
July 4th is an orgy most of the times, but that is part of the life and she
assumes this." Jeff smiled. He jokingly asked:

	"Have you ever participated in any of those orgies?" Marian was
eating an apple and tossed it to Jeff laughing.

	"You are a naughty boy! I am an educated girl and strictly
conservative, though some times I make exceptions, but never that day. The
4th of July has not any meaning for me; our real feast is in September when
all Indians meet in what used to be the reservation." Now riding on
parallel Jeff said.

	"I know that feast very well. Joe, the twins and I were eagerly
waiting for it, though we did not despise the Independence Day.

The road was well paved and was climbing softly to where the mountains
started; they pedalled hard, and sometime later arrived at the lake. It was
a lovely and lonely place where you could do anything that you wanted
without anyone watching on you. They placed the mountain bikes in the
shadow under a big tree. Marian had a beautiful pink colour on her cheeks;
all of her body was sweating due to the warm weather and the exercise
pedalling. Jeff could not stop and hugged her from behind biting her ear
lobe. The girl spun and returned the hug and a hard kiss.

	"You are beautiful with your pink cheeks and these blue
eyes. Nobody would say you are an Indian."

	"I feel sweated and dirty and I want to swim and remove my stink."
Saying this she got away from Jeff's arms and dressed jumped into the
crystal cold water; Jeff did the same following her up. With some
difficulty, they swam until felt their bodies needed some warm, so they
returned to shore. They spread the towels on the soft grass and got naked,
hanging from a branch of the tree their clothes to dry. They were lying on
their chests with the heads turned watching each other. Marian was to
separate a hair ringlet from Jeff's forehead when he took her hand and
kissed it. She then softly caressed the boy's face with affection. Jeff
then said:

	"I never thought I would love a person as I love you, Marian." He
then turned his head to the other side so Marian could not watch his tears,
but she noticed this.

	"Please Jeff, turn your head, I can't bear not watching your
face. You know very well what my feelings are concerning you, I would give
my life to get rid of your bad thoughts." He immediately obeyed the girl as
she continued. "We agreed not to talk about the future, but to live the
present."

	"Marian, I have the premonition that soon I'll return to my time,
and I wonder if you will be near to take you with me..."

	"Jeff you know that's impossible, even if we knew the moment. We
cannot modify History. The Great Spirit sent you to heal Ricky and to meet
me. When I touched your stone while you were sleeping I saw the powers that
Mother Nature or the Great Spirit has gifted me.  Unfortunately, I can't go
with you, my loved boy; otherwise Robert and all his children wouldn't
exist, including Ricky. Do you want this?" We must remain as we are and
leave the Great Spirit to work out the decisions."

	"Marian, don't you understand that whenever you speak my love for
you increases?  What shall I do when I return alone? I don't want even to
think about it. Now I understand what Linda felt and I can't forgive
myself; at least, I would have liked to explain and tell her how great she
was." Marian again caressed her boy's face cleaning the wetness of his
tears.

	"Jeff, don't you understand that we cannot amend our fates? I
suppose this place makes you recall some happy moments and that's partially
why we came here. Am I right?"  Then Jeff grinned, remembering Karl and
Joe.

	"Please, look at this tiny cut in my thumb, Marian. Do you know
what is it? For you, seventy years have elapsed, for me only some weeks
from the moment that Joe and I became blood brothers. From that day, Linda,
Joe and I became very close to each other. At the request of "Golden Hawk,"
I assisted and helped to call the Great Spirit in a place not far from
Bullhead Rock. That night, while the shaman was in trance, I made real love
for the first time in my life, and it was with Linda. Later we met just
near here, in a shed over those large trees." He pointed out to their right
as he continued. "Joe made love to my cousin Karl, and Linda and I went
under those trees; they weren't as large as they look now. We spent hours
making love. I have never seen a happier girl until you ran into my arms in
your room. She was in love with me, but I considered her only one of my
best friends; I did not love her. When Ricky told me about her fate I felt
very, very bad."

	"Thanks to that, I am here near you today, Jeff. See, we cannot
change anything but to take the chance that we are together and enjoy our
presents." She jumped on top of Jeff and started petting him, a couple of
minutes later Jeff's dick entered her again, and they spent one of the most
beautiful instants of their lives making love.

It was time for lunch though they were not hurried, but were hungry. After
finishing, they laid their backs on the shadow as the subject of Linda
arose again in their conversation. Jeff was caressing softly the girl's
nipples and from time to time he kissed them. The boy near a murmur said:

	"Your hard breasts are beautiful, much the same as those of Linda."
He paused. "I knew she killed her husband, nevertheless, I ignored the
details as you have seen thru the stone, I suppose she was forced more than
once and even spanked by that barbarian."

	"I knew what you know, but the images were terrible; that explains
many things.  According to the information that I have gathered, the events
occurred like this. The man, a Scottish immigrant, knew very well the
Indian customs about sex when he married Linda. If she had been your lover
she had her hymen torn and was not a virgin anymore..." Jeff stopped
Marian's relation to point out:

	"I was not the first male to fuck her. Joe and Linda had been
having intercourse since they were very young. They were cousins without
parents, living under Golden Hawk's responsibility and sleeping in the same
tent. It wasn't strange that they fucked, both were hot children and
enjoyed it; GH had the hope they married, but Linda was reluctant to have
as a husband her cousin. She was attending school and already knew the
problem of affinity as in the Russian Tsar's family." Marian gave a peck to
her boy.

	"Thanks for clarifying this point. Of course, when the married
couple made love the first time, he found out she was not a virgin. During
the first few months, he behaved almost like a normal husband, but when she
told him she was expecting a baby he started spanking her and drinking. She
had a pension provided by your grandmother so she could study in Canada;
that irritated him even more. It seems, that night she warned him would ask
for the divorce if he continued not behaving properly since she did not
need him. That got him furious; he took a kitchen long knife and tried to
stab her to death, as he pronounced gross words to her. She was seriously
wounded but could escape from him. She thought to jump thru the window and
ask for help, but before she could do it, he trapped her near the
nightstand, she could not escape. She then remembered the gun he had
illegally brought from the US, kept in one of the drawers.  While he
stabbed her on her left shoulder blade, she extracted it and fired until
the gun was empty. It seems the noise caused by the shots alarmed the
neighbours that called the police.  She had lost too much blood and had
passed out. He was dead. Nobody knew any relative of the man. The
authorities found many letters from your grandmother, so they contacted
her. She travelled to Canada with her lawyer and remained there until she
left the hospital. The judicial authorities appreciated self-defence and
did not charge her the death. She changed her residence and surname and
some months later everything was forgotten. She did not want to come back
to the tribe, therefore, she continued studying and raising her little boy,
born five months later."

	"That's a sad story. It is not strange that my grandmother acted
like that, you must take into account that GH was her lover and she liked
Joe and Linda, to the point that she set up a fund to pay their studies and
their living until they could manage by themselves." Jeff took Marian's
hand, and naked, they walked up thru the forest until they arrived in a
clear; Marian raised her hand in admiration.

	"It is a beautiful place, Jeff." She pointed out to some
ruins. "Are those from the old shed?"

	"Yes. Joe and Linda rebuilt it, helped by some friends. Their main
objective was to have a shelter in case of bad weather when they came to
fish or hunting. In that shed, Karl received his first real fuck at Joe's
hands. When we were coming back home, Karl could not sit on the horse, but
he was very happy." Marian laughed loudly, and hand in hand they returned
to the lake.

	"We better return home." The girl said. "It is a long trip..." They
dressed and happily rode back to the farm, arriving when the sun was
disappearing behind the western mountains.  After a good shower, they had
dinner with Robert. He informed the children that Ricky would return on
Friday afternoon.

That night Jeff again visited his girl, and they spent a night that would
be engraved in their mind for the rest of their lives. At dawn, when he was
ready to leave, Jeff said:

	"If you are still in the mood, tomorrow we'll see each other in the
pool. During the afternoon we can ride horses. I have asked Robert whether
we can do it and he has confirmed the availability of the animals; they
need some exercise." She accepted with a large wet kiss.  Jeff spent the
following morning watching some TV programs about the Great Depression of
1929 and reading. The boy and girl met at the swimming pool. They were
lying on their towels facing each other, as Marian said.

	"I would have liked to go to the "Bullhead" and you could explain
to me how you came in."

	"I did not want to ask Robert for the horses and going by bike the
road is too long, nevertheless, we could go this afternoon and spend the
night over there." She smirked and said:

	"It would be too evident and I don't want too many gossips." They
laughed. Jeff extended his hand and touched the girl's soft left nipple;
she squirmed. "Please, Jeff; I am too hot with the sun, if you continue I'd
explode."

At those moments, some family members of Maria jumped into the pool and
started splashing and joking. Jeff imitated them because he also was hot;
Marian followed him in seconds. They remained swimming until lunchtime
enjoying the pool. After a good siesta, they took the horses and the dog
and trotted thru the forests, leaving the animals to choose their
way. After some time riding, they got naked, taking pleasure of the air and
happiness provided by Mother Nature, as when you are fully integrated into
it. Strangely they were not sexually excited. With the horses, it was
easier to climb hills and watch the beauty from the tops. After some time
in the wilderness and near a meadow, the couple dismounted and left the
horses to rest and pasture.  Marian took the blankets attached to the
saddles and made a comfortable bed on the soft weeds, and then they laid
their backs on it. The sky seemed bluer from there and the view marvellous,
in many miles around you could see only trees and meadows. For a few
minutes they remained in silence; then Marian said:

	"Jeff, Ricky will arrive tomorrow, what shall we do? Except when we
were little, I never allowed him to make out anything with me. Now I
understand that I loved him more as a brother than a lover."

	"I think the best thing to do is to tell him the truth, I hate
being a liar, especially with him.  If you like I'll do it. You cannot
command on your heart, yet, you should think about it before I tell
him. You are playing with your future. On the other hand, you are getting
powers and I wonder if he will ever understand it. The problem from
tomorrow on is what we can do to enjoy our love as in these days. For me is
like a dream from which I would like never to wake up." He said these words
like a prayer. Marian turned a little so she could face him, and then
touched her Adonis' face with the tip of her fingers.

	"Yes, you are right; he is very smart and will understand; even I
expect from him to help us." She paused for a moment. "Tonight I'll make
the trip to your room, instead you to mine."  Jeff grinned.

	"Will you do that, my brave and beautiful Indian? You might be lost
or find a ghost in your way."

	"You are the only ghost existing in this house, and I know how to
deal with you." With that, she started making ticklish to Jeff that could
not stop her. She made a halt when was close to his cock and without any
warning, she kneeled between his legs and put his semi-hard tool into her
wet mouth. In seconds, Jeff's dick was harder than ever and started to
moan. The boy wanted a 69 but Marian left for a few second the hard
dick. "I want this only for you, my boy."  She placed her right hand under
the boy's balls and began to massage them gently, Jeff screamed in
pleasure. Some minutes later, Jeff felt how a nice feeling was creeping
from his loins to the tip of his dick. His body tensed, his hips raised and
he gritted his teeth as he placed his hands on top of Marian's head. He
yelled in delight when that fantastic feeling hit his penis as Marian
continued sucking him. Jeff collapsed and laid his back on the blanket,
still breathing hard. Marian grinned satisfied with her work, then left the
boy's soft dick and straddled him. He opened the eyes and dragged Marian to
him tenderly.

	"Thanks, Marian. You are great!" Marian smiled and without any word
she bent over and sealed her lips with the boy's, introducing her tongue in
the boy's mouth. Jeff welcomed her as he felt a strange flavour in his
mouth; then he opened wide his eyes, he knew the meaning of that
flavour. He hugged tenderly the girl with welled eyes as he murmured on her
ears. "Thanks for showing me that now I am a man; I adore you." She lay
near him and caressed his black curly hair, then gave him a peck.

	"We better return, Jeff. I don't want Robert to report my mom that
we are too late." He jumped and went to a nearby crook and washed. The boy
whistled and heard how the horses neighed and came trotting to him. After
saddling the animals and caressing the dog, they rode downhill. Some hours
later, and before the sunset, they were cleaning the horses and feeding
them. Robert met him in the hall.

	"How was the ride, Jeff?" Before he answered Robert added: "Ricky
will be here tomorrow during the afternoon."

	"Thanks, Robert; I miss him." He deceived him because he would have
liked Ricky remained another week in Florida, his return would put an end
their honeymoon. He felt like a liar when walked up to his room, soon he
was under the shower. He touched his penis and smiled as he felt a tingling
in his loins. "I am a man now!" He murmured. How he would have liked to be
at home and masturbate in his room under the watch of his dear twins! He
sighed and lay down on the bed. Instinctively started dragging his foreskin
up and down slowly, a drop of clear precum appeared on the dick slit, then
another and another. This made his cock slippery and felt that wonderful
feeling arriving; then accelerated the move of his fist up and down. After
some time his body tensed, he stopped breathing as his hips went up. A
little shot of clear semen spurted from his cock that landed on his crotch,
and few more drops dribbled on his fist. He returned his hand and with care
slurped his fingers until nothing was left. "Yes, it is fantastic!" He
murmured.

They had dinner in silence, everyone involved in their thoughts. After some
time Jeff said:

	"I want to read something that Ricky recommended to me about our
History, so I must go to my room." Robert understood and was pleased that
the boy was so close to his son.  Marian said something similar as both
stood and kissed Robert good nights. Around 11:00 Jeff thought that Marian
would start coming, she did not know the tunnel and he did not want her to
risk anything. He then locked the door, took the flashlight and entered
thru the wardrobe, as he descended, observed Marian flashlight and soon
they met. Slowly she said:

	"I told you I would come. Are you anxious?" The boy ignored her
question giggling.

	"You don't need to demonstrate to me your braveness, but I feel
better in your room, besides, I'll show you this." They continued walking
and the boy explained the three entries.  "This one on the right leads to
Grandpa's room... well, my room in the future." She smiled. "This on the
left goes to near your house; it is hidden under a large bush and seems a
wolf den, but once it trespassed, a person can walk standing. There is an
iron gate, but it is not locked; I have oiled it." She pressed the boy's
hand. "Let's go to your room." A few minutes later they were naked petting
each other on the large bed.

They spend the night making love and in the "main course", as Jeff liked to
call the second intercourse, during the peak of their orgasms Maria pressed
the shinning stone; she then knew what Jeff ignored: he would return to his
time within forty-eight hours. She had to make a great effort to keep back
her tears. Along those hours she bravely put all the passion and love she
could muster in their moments. As usual, near dawn, this time she jumped
from the bed, but he retained her for the last time, though he ignored why;
she then left. As soon as she entered her room, Marian could not stop a
river of tears from her lovely blue eyes as her young body convulsed crying
with muffled sobs. She set up her alarm watch early, in spite she was
tired.  That night she had a very pleasant dream with that strange boy who
was almost as a duplicate of Jeff. In such a way, that relaxed her and she
found herself fresh and live in the following morning. She got up and went
to the kitchen; Maria was surprised to see her so early.

	"Are you going again with Jeff to the mountains?"

	"Oh! No. I suppose he's still sleeping. I need to go to my house
and make some housekeeping; I don't want mom scolding me for being lazy."
The old woman grinned; she knew that girl was not lazy at all, but
otherwise.

	"I'll get you some sandwiches so you don't need to cook." While she
had breakfast the woman prepared a paper bag containing the food." She
kissed the woman on the cheek thanking her and before she left, said:

	"Please, tell my mother I am in our apartment in the village."
Before the woman could tell anything, she took her bike and pedalled thru
the forest trails. She could have taken the small road bordering the
meadows where the horses were pasturing, but she wanted to be alone. She
touched her backpack and felt the presence of the little revolver that Jeff
had given her, just in case any animal of person tried to hurt her. He did
not know she would take it so soon when he taught her in the lake how to
use it. Half a way she set near a little stream and immediately her thought
went to her boy's happiness during the last night. She again started
bitterly crying; she would miss him. The tiredness and early time she had
gotten up made her lie on the soft grass; a few minutes later she was hard
asleep. The screeches of two raccoons fighting woke her up, she had a look
at her watch and observed had been sleeping almost two hours. She washed
her red eyes and rode the mountain bike. Sometime later, she was pedalling
thru the streets of the small town. In an alley near the centre of the
village, she took the bike to the garage, then the elevator to the second
floor, and opened the door. She was at home, her mom's owned home. She
immediately wore comfortable clothes and started to clean the house. The
time elapsed quickly as she was engrossed on her work accompanied by some
pop music. She heard her cell phone ringing, it was her mother.

	"Daughter, why are you there!"

	"Hi, mom! How was the trip?" Before Lydia could answer she argued:
"The house needed some cleaning... besides, I don't want to stay at the
farm tomorrow; you know why."

	"But Ricky is here and..." Marian interrupted her mother.

	"I know it, mom, but... we'll talk later. We have just started the
summer holidays; therefore we'll have time from Monday on. We'll talk
tonight."

Lydia did not insist, she knew her daughter very well. After the sunset she
arrived in the farm; she had told Robert they would not go to the lake next
day, and he perfectly understood, he thought it was not strange since Lydia
rarely celebrated the 4th of July. When she arrived found the house in the
village as she liked it: everything was clean, a bouquet on the hall and a
lovely smell spread from the kitchen. Marian was a good cook and knew what
her mother liked. They hugged and Lydia gave a little present to her
daughter: a straw hat with two blue ribbons. They had dinner and then sat
on the comfy couch in front of the large window overseeing the roofs of the
houses.

Marian laid her head on his mother's lap and started relating her all her
relationship with Jeff during her absence. She kept for the last moment
about his departure. Lydia did not interrupt her daughter relation. When
the girl paused she said:

	"Daughter, you should have been more careful, you could conceive a
baby." She grinned.

	"You are right mom, but I love him and I assumed all the risks; but
don't worry, he had been dry until the day before yesterday, so he doesn't
represent any danger."

	"I had the hope you liked Ricky, in spite of his behaviour, he
loves you..."

	"I'm sorry, mom. I love him as a brother, nothing else. I would
give my life for him if necessary, but when I saw Jeff I knew where my
heart was and I did not stop. He is so sweet, so great..." Her mother
stopped her.

	"I suppose you are trying to convince me." Marian chuckled and
kissed her mother as Lydia continued. "On the other hand, he is a stranger,
though I'm sure he belongs to this family."  Then the real point arrived.

	"Mom, please, don't ask me anything because I can't answer your
questions... but the man laying as dead in Europe and Jeff, both are the
same person." Lydia was to argue as Marian continued. "He doesn't know he
will return to his time before 48 hours elapse.  Furthermore: thru your
father, you have transmitted me the powers of our ancestor shamans, Joe has
not any; apart from his scientific career as an MD and investigator." Lydia
did not know what to argue or believe, but she trusted her daughter. She
sighed and Marian continued. "I also know what happened to your grandmother
after she married the Canadian; how she was forced to kill that mean man to
save her life and that of your father, too."

	"I didn't tell you. Yes, she killed him, though in
self-defence. The Larsen assisted her legally and she was declared
innocent. They bought her a small, but comfy flat in Ontario, where she
raised her son. The Canadians behaved very well and she finished her
College studies four years later, becoming an excellent children's teacher,
that's why she did not like to return and we are so attached to Larsen's
family. We have always received blessings from them, even when you were
born. You know very well the rest. About Jeff, I guess all this is
confidential."

	"Well, it should be," Marian said. "On the other hand... who would
believe you? Better we keep for us and continue our lives. The time will be
the best teacher."

	"Yes, you are right. Let's stop thinking on all of this.

Chapter 20
---------------

In the farm, after exchanging hugs and have dinner, the boys went to their
room, closing the door behind. Ricky first action was gaze at the wardrobe,
and his heart told him the tunnel had been used. He felt a strange
sensation of losing something that he could not identify, but he knew
Marian had a lot to do. The boys yoked about their separation as Ricky
said:

	"I guess you have been bored with her alone." Jeff looked into
Ricky's eyes as he dragged from his hand to sit on the leather couch.

	"Ricky... I must be honest with you. I would never deceive
you. Yes, I missed you only for a few hours... until I met Marian." And he
told him everything, even about her personality and the powers she would
develop with the time; he ended: "I love her as I have never loved anyone
before, Ricky. If I come back to my time, I will have that burden of loving
someone that never was. To whom shall I tell this, Ricky? Only you can
understand me." Ricky hugged Jeff gently. Yes, after all, Jeff was an
unfortunate boy; I hope the Great Spirit compensates him, Ricky thought.

	"Let's try to forget everything. The day after tomorrow is
Independence Day. We will need to prepare many things before our departure
to the lake. By the way, will you be disguised as another personality? I'll
be as a 19th Century explorer."

	"Well... I didn't know anything, so I have not prepared
anything. What about if I wear my old clothes? They are a lot different
from the current ones; unfortunately, I don't have shoes because Maria
threw them away, so I have to wear my sneakers."

	"That's a good idea! Nobody will watch your feet. Let's
sleep. Don't forget that there is some truth about the fact that this
reunion has some resemblances to an orgy, well not exactly; but when people
drink and are happy..." They laughed and went under covers."

For different reasons, the boys and girl had different dreams. Jeff dreamt
with Marian about the last times they were together and had sex. Ricky had
a strange dream, probably a nightmare that he quickly forgot. And Marian
had again a repetition of those dreams with the strange boy she used to
have before she knew Jeff. During the days they had been together those
dreams had disappeared; so she thought they were associated with
Jeff. However, this time was so real that she experienced orgasms. She
yelled in one of them and Lydia had to wake her up since she was breathing
very hard. She woke up at the end of her dream, it was very clear and fresh
in her mind; she apologised her mother to have awoken her but she felt very
happy. She touched her crotch and noticed it was very wet, so she left the
bed and went to the bathroom to clean and change her panties.

********************

Far away, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, in Paris, the boy of
Marian's dreams existed, we will come back later to him. Yes, he was a
handsome boy, intelligent, and good student; he had not only resemblances
to Jeff but also his name and surname. We'll see later why. That night was
very important for him because he had experienced what he had been waiting
for some time: his first night-pollution, his first wet dream, provoked by
a young girl he had never seen before, except in his dreams. He looked
around to assure himself he was awaked. He was in his spacious room; in
front of him, on the wall, were hanging his most appreciated possessions, a
poster showing a young and beautiful rounded faced ten-year-old boy, giving
his hand to one of the most famous soccer players of the world: Real
Madrid's goal-keeper; the young man still was a teenager. The photo had
been taken when this team came to play against Paris St. German's team,
within the European Cup's competition, three years ago. In Europe, and
especially in these great matches, the players enter the playground giving
the hand to a child that wears the same colour shirt and number. The other
item that the boy worshipped was the young man's shirt, signed by him with
the legend: "For J. Larsen, my best fan." The boy stared at the picture and
sighed, those had been the happiest moments of his short life. Nothing had
changed since then, except that he had now an oval face instead of rounded
and found out he would never be a first-class soccer player. However, he
had been gifted with the best family he could have imagined, a bright
intelligence and a beautiful figure that made to sigh girls in the
school. He murmured for himself grinning: "Mama and Papa will be very happy
to know I am already a man. It is a pity that grandma cannot see me now."

********************

Ricky and Jeff woke up early, jumped from the bed and went under the
showerheads. Ricky envied the figure he had in front of him, instinctively
he approached Jeff and both boys hugged very tight, remaining for near one
minute united.

	"Jeff, never forget that in spite of Marian loving you, I'll never
forget you." They separated and Jeff stared into Ricky's eyes.

	"Ricky, we still might be together for a long time, so you won't
miss me."

	"That's true. Let's finish. The trucks are ready and everybody
having breakfast; we'll spend a great day and night at the lake. You will
be amazed by the fireworks that my dad has prepared; they had something to
do with you and my leukaemia." They finished and went to the large table in
the kitchen, it was like a fair. Almost near mid-morning the train of
trucks and pickups started moving. In the middle of the way they made a
halt for lunch; other cars and truck joined the large serpent of
vehicles. They arrived in the lake around 6:00 pm starting to offload and
installing the tents for the two coming nights. All the items were
installed and many boys, girls and a few adults jumped into the crystal
water to get rid of the dust they had accumulated during the trip. Jeff and
Ricky had agreed to take the mountain bikes and to ride them along the road
to the East. They started pedalling and talking, but Jeff felt a strange
attraction to the road and increased the speed; Ricky noticed it.

	"We do not hurry, Jeff. I like to enjoy the freshness of the air on
my face and the smell of pine in my nostrils." Jeff's face got red because
he had not any explanation for his behaviour.

	"You are right Ricky, but when I ride the bike in this wonderful
mountain's outskirt I cannot control the need to run faster and
faster. Marian said the same as you." He hated to be a liar but could not
stop. "The bikes we had in my time were pure junk objects if compared with
these." Ricky smiled and they resumed their talks; the road was empty in
that part that led to the "Bullhead" Rock and the motorway leading to the
large town. After some time, again Jeff began pedalling faster, not far was
a signal advising of a dangerous bent, besides the curve was covered by the
fog that came from the bottom of the little valley up to the mountains over
them.  As Jeff increased the distance between them Ricky warned Jeff
shouting:

	"Jeff, don't run so fast, beware of the curve!!!" But Jeff did not
hear him; he was attracted and impelled to the fog like thirsty cattle to
the water. Instinctively he pulled back the brakes as he entered into the
foggy patch; the bike obeyed him and skidded to the left. The bike shocked
against something and the inertia tossed the boy as a ragged object between
the trees, fortunately, the soft layer of pine leaves cushioned his
body. Ricky was some yards behind him and heard the fall; seconds later he
stopped his bike near Jeff's believing he was near the tree where the
bicycle was, still one of the wheels was gyrating but he was not there.  He
looked around and could not find him. He felt his heart beating hard with
anxiety because he understood Jeff had returned to his time. He sat on a
nearby dead trunk and started crying bitterly: "He's gone, he's gone." He
murmured to himself. He extracted his mobile phone and dialled his father's
number. Half an hour later his parents arrived in a pickup and hugged their
son.

	"Where's Jeff Ricky?" The boy stared sadly to his progenitor.

	"I don't know, dad, probably he's not far from here..." Robert did
not understand but insisted on his son. "Dad, you cannot understand... but
he's gone."

	"Gone, but where?" He asked Ricky shaking the boy's
shoulders. We'll call the police to find him." Then the boy stopped his
father.

	"Dad, I arrived here just seconds after his fall and he wasn't
here." Slowly and staring at his parents, with tear dribbling down his
smooth cheeks, he added: "Simple: he has returned to his time." Betty
immediately understood! That confirmed what she had observed about the
boy's clothes.

	"Robert, please! Ricky is right. Jeff belonged to other time and
has returned to it. I guess he came with an aim, to cure Ricky." The boy
started to sob again as his mother hugged him tenderly.

	"But... but then, who was him?" Ricky could have answered his
father's question, but he kept silence. How could he explain to his father
that Jeff was his father?" Betty then said:

	"Robert, please, don't try to understand what we cannot clarify;
simple, admit it!" She paused. "Only a limited number of persons had known
him, therefore, if we are asked we'll tell them that his parents came to
pick him up and were hurry to return home." For the first time, Ricky
smiled and hugged his mother.

	"Why are you so smart, mom? It isn't strange that Jeff admired
you." Robert still had many doubts but had no one who could clarify them,
so he took the bicycles and dropped them on the back of the pickup, as he
said:

	"Let's enjoy Independence Day Feast!" They entered the car and
drove to the lake. A few hours later he received a message on his cell
phone: "Your father has waked up from his lethargy asking for a huge
breakfast. We'll make some checking before releasing him. He'll phone you
tomorrow." Now Robert understood.

********************

Jeff heard Ricky warning him and pulled back hard the breaks, and then felt
how the bike skidded and shocked against something; launching him over it
like a ragged doll. He fell on the soft cushion of pine leaves, feeling a
little pain on his right knee that started to bleed.

	"Gee! I'm bleeding. Ricky will say I'm silly ash!" He murmured as
he touched his pocket to extract his hankie, but felt the pocketbook that
Ricky had given him, he had not any handkerchief, so he shouted: "Ricky I'm
here!" Nobody responded, so he stood to take the bike, but nothing was
there. He then started to think about his situation, he still was very
confused.  "I'll find those herbs to heal my wounds." At that moment an old
Ford model car stopped, on the door, it showed "County Police Sheriff". He
thought that was a disguise as part of the feast; however, a man dressed in
a light brown uniform and with a heavy gun hanging from his waist,
descended from the car and approached him. His face was familiar to him but
could not identify him.

	"Are you hurt, boy! I see your knee is bleeding." Waite a minute, I
have a first-aid kit in the car." Jeff was astonished as the man came with
a metal box and opened it; they sat down on an old trunk and then the man
extracted some crystal pot, impregnate gauze and cleaned the wound as he
said: "It's an antiseptic, it may annoy you a little bit; it's only a small
scrap. You will survive." When he finished, stared at the boy, Jeff
inclined his head and said:

	"Thank you very much, sir. You are very kind." That expression even
shocked much the policeman.

	"Nothing to thank about, it's my obligation and duty." He
paused. "Now young lad, I need some answers. What are you doing in this
lonely place, and how you have made this wound?" Jeff had started to guess
the truth.

	"I came with other boys riding our mountain bikes, there was some
fog and I think a shocked with something and fell here." The man looked
around and grinned, however, he felt the boy was not cheating him.

	"There is neither any person nor any bicycle here. You are alone
and wounded..." The sheriff looked at the boy intensely as Jeff
trembled. "How to explain this man what had happened?" He thought.

	"Sir, I'm telling you the truth. I don't know what has happened
but..." Jeff was close to breaking. The man smiled widely, rubbed the boy's
back and said:

	"I believe you, Jeff Larsen. You gave me a lot of headaches some
weeks ago when you disappeared. Many people searched thru these mountains
and in the whole county during a week to find you, though I guessed the
truth. Now you have confirmed my guessing and have come back; your parents
will be more than happy to know it." Jeff opened wide the eyes astonished
as some tears dropped from his eyes.

	"Do you mean we are on July 3rd 1928?"

	"That's correct, my boy." Jeff instinctively hugged the man very
hard as he cried. After some minutes, the sheriff got him back on his seat
as he continued: "I suppose you have not been very far from here, the place
was the same, but trees, buildings, cars were different; am I right?"

	"How do you know that? I thought nobody would believe me." The man
ruffled the boy's curly hair.

	"And you were right. Nobody will believe you, except me. Why? You
are not the first young boy or girl that have disappeared and come back
again. I had three other cases like yours. When we were tired searching for
you I told to your parents secretly, they did not believe me, but I
convinced them to stop trying to find you. They reluctantly accepted
because your grandmother confirmed my suspicions." Jeff then grinned.

	"I suppose she got the information from "Golden Hawk" and..."

	"I wonder where she got the information about, but she was sure you
eventually would come back. The problem was that nobody knew this detail."

	"I either," Jeff said as he paused. "And now sheriff, what shall I
do? I can't say the truth that I have been in 1998 and that your car is an
expensive relic." Then Jeff extracted the pocketbook and showed the last
page to the sheriff. "Please, look at this: Printed in June 1998."  The
sheriff smiled.

	"You don't need to demonstrate it to me; as I said, I believe
you. Now listen to me carefully, Jeff Larsen, please. I don't want to know
anything about what you have seen or done.  I am afraid this will be a
heavy burden for you during the rest of your life, and if you are silly
enough to begin telling everybody what you know, you will end into a mental
hospital, because nobody will believe you."

	"I know it, that's what I told Ricky and Marian before I..." The
sheriff interrupted him.

	"Jeff, I'm serious and I know what I'm talking about. Of the three
cases, I knew before yours, two of them, a boy and girl more or less of
your age, followed my advice and forgot everything. They happily lived and
died. The third, a young man, insisted that he had been in Dallas 1963 and
had watched how a man murdered J.F. Kennedy when he was President of this
nation." He paused. "Kennedy now is a boy of your age, Jeff. What would you
think?"

	"You are right, sheriff. The problem is that he was right and was
telling the truth."

	"Well Jeff, now we have to justify your absence. Your family made a
lot of fuss in the press. I understood them because they had lost one son,
but we have to do something." He paused and thought. And then Jeff said:

	"I'm very fond of the Indians; even I agreed a brotherhood with one
of them. What about if we say I have been spending some time in a survival
exercise as proof of my passing from childhood to manhood? I know this will
not convince some persons but I think it may works because the Indians do
this with their boys. It is proof of maturity."

	"You smart boy...!" He ruffled Jeff's hair again and the boy
grinned satisfied. "Yes, it is a good idea; I'll say I have found you near
lost in the mountings if they ask me. I think we'll succeed." Jeff then
asked the man:

	"Sheriff, may I call you Harris?" The man grinned and thought that
if any person had the right to call him by his name, he was this brave and
bright boy.

	·Yes, Jeff. I'll love being your friend."

	"In that case, Harris, I must say something very important to
you. Following this mad current situation, if you are a shareholder,
please, sell all of your shares before the year ends."  The man fixed his
eyes somewhere and did not answer immediately.

	"Yes it is a mad time; likewise, your father advised me more or
less the same, he believes this cannot continue for a long
time. Fortunately, I don't have much capital, only some savings that I
inherited from my father two years ago." The man did not ask anything
else. "I think we must go, it is getting late and soon it will be dark." He
paused, and then continued: "I cannot present you dressed like this after
being in a survival." They laughed as he went to the back of the car and
got some old dirty clothes, more or less of Jeff's size. "Wear these. You
will remain in the car until I talk to your parents, I don't want a crowd
in their tent when you enter.  You will need some time for privacy." Jeff
sighed as he said:

	"I'm not the only smart person in this place." The sheriff giggled
as he started the car engine. Jeff also grinned watching the new car. The
sheriff understood but did not make any comment. They arrived when the
people had started cutting the meat from the roasted beef.  They parked the
vehicle behind the row of tents as the sheriff explained to him.

	"Waite for me here; it won't be very long." The policeman left and
went directly to Jeff parents' tent. As usual, the twins were arguing with
their dishes full of roasted meat. Olaf and Jeanette were sad and
discarding the meat that the twins had brought when the sheriff entered.
The woman stared at the man and her heart of a mother guessed some good
news.

	"Harris, you look happy. Do you have any good news? The man grinned
satisfied.

	"They are better than good, my friends, but excellent. Please don't
allow anybody in this tent, except you and the twins." Before she could ask
anything, the man left, and only seconds later, he raised the tent's lap as
he said: "Here you are the news." Jeff entered, and as he was dressed
differently they did not recognize him immediately. The first to discover
it was one of the twins, they dropped their dishes as both shouted at
unison:

	"Jeff!!! It is Jeff!!!" The boy went to where his parents were
almost paralyzed. The twins reached him and both at the same time jumped on
top of the boy. Jeff could not stand and fell on the sandy floor as his
brothers repeatedly kissed him. The noise that they made and yells called
Karl's attention that was also outside near them. Jeff's parents also ran
and fell on top of their children making a heap. Mother, father and sons on
their knees hugged tenderly, Jeff could not retain his tears and kissed his
parents and brothers repeatedly.

	"I have missed you a lot, mom. I've missed all of you a lot." Then
Karl, Uncle Peter, and the girls... formed a large group hugging happily
and welcoming the boy. Nobody made any question; there would be time for
this; now was the time to celebrate their son's return safely.  The news
spread over the lake as burning powder. It was crowded with Indians, not
many whites were there, except the Larsen family and their employees. After
the emotions calming down, Jeff's father jumped on top of one of his cars
and raised his arms to impose silence. Then he said:

	"Friends; today is the eve of our National Independence Day, but
besides it, today is also the happiest day of my life: my son Jeffrey has
returned safely. I deeply thank all gods of the Universe, and especially to
the Great Spirit, for letting me see my son again." The mention of the High
Spirit roared from the Indians that shouted as if they were going into the
battle. Jeff was considered as one of them, even more, because all of them
believed he had been in the realm where the spirits live. Jeff's father
continued: "Enjoy tonight, and as soon as it is dark, we'll start the
fireworks and don't wait for tomorrow." That made the children shouts
happily.  Then they returned to one of the tents that they had installed to
spend the night; the sheriff was sat down near his uncle Peter relating the
boy's adventures during his survival; Karl could not be happier and had his
right arm on his cousin's shoulders.

Everybody was happy, except Aunty Nora, Karl's mother, though she did not
demonstrate it.  She was very jealous of her nephew, she would have liked
her son was the object of those manifestations of love and admiration, but
she could not put up the Indians. She hated them all and forced her
children to follow her command. She would have never fallen on the floor as
Jeanette had done with her children; she thought her sister in law had
forgotten her high-class principles, in spite of she was coming from an old
aristocratic family. Her stream of thoughts was interrupted as she observed
how one of the twins, Olaf, whispered something on Jeff's ear.  The boy
excused himself with his parents and went out.

Not far in a dark corner, he found Joe standing. The Indian was reluctant
to hug publicly anyone since those were old rules, but he could not stop
and both lads went into a tight embrace. Joe knew something about Jeff's
trip, and that his friend had not been in a survival hike. After some time
they separated and sat on a white rock behind the tents.

	"I'm very happy that you are back, brother. "Golden Hawk", told me
you were not lost and eventually you would come back, but he ignored when;
also that you were in the realm of the spirits. I suppose you have seen
many things and..." Jeff got serious, he could not cheat his blood brother
but also he could not tell him the truth; it was a dilemma for him.

	"You know I would never cheat you, my brother, but... I would
prefer not to tell you anything." Jeff then placed his hand on the Indian
boy's shoulder as he continued. "I cannot tell you some good things because
they are strongly associated with very sad news. Believe me, it is a heavy
burden for me." He paused and the impassive Indian did not tell
anything. "It is better that you ignore everything, amongst other things,
because you wouldn't believe them." He paused. "Only I'll tell you one
thing: "Golden Hawk" is wrong, I haven't been in any realm.  Please touch
the stone that you gave me." Joe was confused as he answered his friend.

	"You are not wearing the stone. What did do with it?" Jeff grinned,
now he knew the stone had brilliance only for some determined persons, but
not for all. He took Joe's hand and placed it on his chest; he felt the
invisible stone and a strange sensation that made him retract his hand. "I
believe you, brother. It is not a common stone and I don't want to know
anything about your absence." After a while, he added: "You don't ask me
about Linda..." That name brought him his last moments with Marian and he
sighed.

	"You don't need to tell me anything. Please keep any information
for you as she would have liked. I know she loved me and I did nothing to
thank her, now it is too late." Joe immediately assumed that his friend had
changed a lot and that he was not anymore that innocent boy he knew weeks
ago, he watched some sadness in his eyes. He stood and hugged again his
friend, but could not stop his eyes flooded his cheeks with tears of
remorse. Jeff stared at his friend astonished.

	"Why do you cry, brother? It is the first time I see you like
this. Between sobs Joe could say almost like a prayer:

	"Probably you know, or will know with the time, Linda's
unhappiness, I am the origin and responsible of them." Jeff was ready to
stop his friend but Joe raised his hand, letting him know he had not
finished yet. "You well know she had a crush on you and she planned to
study to be a children teacher, she did not want to get married, except
with you, yet I forced her to do it." He paused and started sobbing again
in silence. Jeff took the opportunity to argue.

	"You cannot blame yourself as she could not be obliged to marry
that Canadian. No one, even your grandfather could do it, it is strictly
forbidden by the Tribe's laws, unless..." He then recalled Marian's words
when she pressed the magic quartz. There was something she had found out
about her great-grandmother and did not want to share with him: "You have
already a heavy burden and all this is history..." She had said. Then Joe
continued.

	"Yes there was something that forced her to marry this man: She
was... she was expecting a baby, and I have been responsible for this. I
hid the fact that I was already a man, otherwise, she would have stopped
our sex relationship and... I was selfish, but..." Jeff then said.

	"She could have married you to save the tribe's honour and her
pride. I know "Gold Hawk" liked this idea and..."

	"You forget something important, he liked me as a sex partner and
as a cousin, but never as a husband, that place was already occupied by you
in her heart. When I proposed this to her she grinned sadly and said:

	"This will be your punishment Joe, for not being honest to me; you
will never know your son or daughter because I'll never return to the
Tribe." Only two weeks ago she got married and left for Canada. I don't
have any news from her. It seems some people know these facts, especially
my grandfather, since then, he has drastically changed his behaviour about
me." The boys hugged again as Jeff said.

	"Brother, the time will heal all these wounds, you will have many
things to think about and soon Linda will be a shade in your heart. Once
all this is over I'll call you; I want to visit "Golden Hawk". Please tell
him that he is in my heart forever as you especially are." At that moment
the fireworks started and many persons, especially boys and girls shouted
happily, mostly the little ones. Olaf and Peter came giving their hands to
two lovely eleven-years-old Indian twin girls; soon they disappeared in the
thick forest. Also, Karl came to where they were standing. Joe extended his
hand, Karl looked around and then took Joe's and also disappeared behind
the vehicles parked near the water. Jeff felt a little sad and went to seat
between his parents; then extended his arms over their shoulders as he
sighed: "I have missed both of you a lot. We have important things to talk
about." His mother then said kissing her son with love:

	"Leave them for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, my son; now
enjoy the fireworks and that we are again a family.

They all spent together the night and the next day; later the following day
they returned to the farm. The first to receive him was his
grandmother. The old woman took her favourite grandson to her chest and
retained him for a long minute as her tears dribbled down her still fresh
cheeks, then took the boy to her large leather couch and both sat
down. Jeff laid his back on the soft leather, placing his curly-haired head
on her lap as she rubbed softly his scalp; that was something she used to
do since he was a little boy.

	"I suppose you have many things to explain. "Golden Hawk" assured
me you would come back, but he did not know when. He's a good man."

	"And a good lover, too; isn't he, Abuela?" She smiled and pinched
her dear grandson.

	"You are a naughty boy, Jeff. Do you know that?" We'll talk about
that subject if you want to, my child."

	"I don't mind Granny; it's your business and nobody else's." He
paused and then sadly said: "Abuela, I'll tell you everything about my
experience, but you must promise that you will believe me because I'll tell
the truth. Yet, it is almost impossible to believe."

	"I would believe you even if you tell me you murdered Lincoln." The
boy grinned as he said:

	"Not so far, granny! Not so far! All the contrary." He then sat
near the old lady instead of lying on her lap; he took her old hands in
his. "Granny I have been in the future, not in the past, exactly in
1998. When I discovered it I couldn't believe it. The roads are wider,
vehicles faster and there are a great number of airliners crossing the
country skies and the world in a few hours. Especially there was one that
was faster than the daylight. Can you imagine? I saw it at the
airport. This machine can fly from New York to Paris in three hours, so you
have breakfast in New York and then you arrive in Paris before breakfast
time." The old lady stopped the boy.

	"Jeff, you better don't talk about this to anybody, otherwise you
may end in a mental hospital." The boy laughed loudly.

	"I know this granny. Harris told me the same words and I think it
is good advice; but I wanted to tell the truth only to you, to nobody
else." He paused. "However, there are other subjects, many of them very sad
ones." Jeff again laid his head on the old woman lap and started telling
her all his experiences. It was almost dark when he finally said... "Even I
know how you will die and with whom." That expression made the boy's eyes
blur as his grandmother caressed his curly hair with affection.

	"Please son, stop; it is enough with Olaf, Peter and Karl. I should
not have asked you anything but now it is too late." She was crying with
muffled sobs. After a while in silence, she said: "Tomorrow you will
explain to your father and Uncle Peter all about the oil and the main
points of your story, don't tell them anything regarding our family fates;
that burden is only for you and me. Now you must have a good dinner and go
to sleep; fortunately, there is not any girl sleeping in the rooms
connected with the gallery." Jeff grinned, kissed his adored grandmother
and left. She had strictly prohibited that anyone could visit the boy.

The following morning they all have breakfast together in the main dining
room, the girls and his twins did not stop making questions that Jeff
politely answered inventing many fiction stories that pleased the young
children. Then Peter, one of the twins, said:

	"Jeff, we have a better story to tell you, but this is
real. Tonight we'll tell you." The boy grinned but in his young heart,
there was a deep wound that would take many years to heal.  Margarita stood
and said:

	"Now, Jeff is going to talk to his father and Uncle Peter
alone. There is important news for them and we cannot interfere in the
men's business." Jeff's mother even thanked God for not being present, she
did not want to know anything, she was only interested in her son's
physical and mental health and he seemed now so great... She had to dry her
eyes as they were blurred. However, Nora was close to exploding, she hated
that old woman that she could not manage at her will as she did with her
children and partially with her husband. They stood and the two men and the
boy went into the library, locking the door. They entered and sat down,
Jeff started.

	Dad, Uncle Peter, before I start telling you where I have been, you
must promise me you will believe what I'm going to explain, also that no
one, I repeat, no one word about what I tell you will be released to
anyone. Then, you will understand why." The two brothers stared at each
other and Peter, as usual, said:

	"Jeff, you have our words. I suppose it must be grave enough what
you are going to say and affects others."

	"It might affect, Uncle Peter." Jeff paused. "Dad, when I
disappeared near the "Bullhead Rock", you and the car also disappeared; I
couldn't see or hear you. I observed that the road was wider and paved. The
trees were taller and thicker. In the sky, very high up, I watched like
trails of smoke, later I found it was an airliner probably with two or
three hundred passengers on board, flying on a line of forty thousand feet
height." The brothers opened wide their mouths. "I had jumped in the time,
seventy years ahead; therefore, I was in 1998..." From here Jeff explained
all what we already know, except the episodes of sex. Three hours later he
ended with a question: "Dad, did you buy the land to Uncle Charlie?"

	"Yes. Uncle Peter signed the documents two days before you
disappeared. We have been severely criticised because we have paid more
than its real value; but you know Uncle Charlie is special for us, he is
not a strange person for our family." Jeff grinned.

	"You have done the best purchase than you can imagine. There is a
lake of oil under that land, dad; it is about six thousands yards deep, but
it is there." Peter smiled.

	"Jeff, at this deepness it is impossible to extract any oil." The
boy chuckled.

	"Uncle Peter, I have watched movies extracting oil at the double
and in the middle of the North Sea. Norway is a great oil producer; even
England has a large deposit of gas and is extracting it. Sorry, I am
talking as if I still was in 1998. Technology has advanced a lot in this
field and many others." Jeff had to explain everything he knew, of course,
the men could not believe what the boy was telling them. Jeff had also
referred about World War Two that had impacted him so hard. His uncle Peter
then said:

	"Jeff, you may be confused. During the Great War, there was not any
bomb, as you said." Jeff bent his head, sadly recalled what Ricky had
explained to him about his brothers and cousin fates. He almost in a murmur
said:

	"Uncle Peter, I wish I had been confused. World War Two caused more
than fifty millions of deaths. This should have been enough to stop any
kind of war; however, the US entered new wars around the world, though
nothing to compare with WW II. If you don't mind, I don't want to talk
about this subject again." Then they heard the voice of Margarita:

	"Peter, Olaf, you have enough information to prevent us going into
a real catastrophe and at the same time, to avoid innocents to pay what
they are not causing, such as our worker's families, and especially the
Indian Community."

The men stood and nodded to what their mother had said. She was right, they
could help some persons but could not interfere in the History, as clearly
as Jeff had stated. It was impossible to believe what the boy had explained
in detail. When the brothers were alone under the large oak tree, Peter
said:

	"Olaf, I can't believe what your son has said. On the other hand,
he's so sure..."

	"I believe him, Peter. You will be able to see if he is right or
not. What he had explained is more or less what we have been guessing; the
present situation cannot last forever. Wait until next year; meantime we
must do what our mother wisely has said. That's all." Then Olaf argued.

	"Our father was not a true farmer, but do you remember what he
explained about the drought in some European countries? He explained the
project and recommended the Government to take advantage of our mountain
situation and build a great reservoir there; this would allow producing
great amounts of electric energy and preventing the lack of water. If
Jeff's words are correct, many poor people will arrive in California
seeking work and food for their families, this project could help many
persons."

	"You are right. I have an appointment with Mr President during his
visit to California next week, I'll talk to him about this project; we
could expend part of our money on this idea."

What we know as the "Great Depression of 1929" exploded on the spring of
the following year; ruining many persons.

Chapter 21
---------------

Seventy years had elapsed from the time of the above events and Robert
received the message from the Zurich's Clinic. The following day he
received a call from his exultant father.

	"Robert, how are you my son and the children, especially Ricky?"
Robert sighed happily.

	"Dad, many things have happened while you were in that
situation. The best: Ricky is cured; something like an angel came and
healed him, unfortunately, the angel's gone." He paused to breathe because
he couldn't speak of emotion as a bump had formed in his throat.  "Dad,
we'll talk when you come back, my heart is telling me..." Jeff grinned and
interrupted his son.

	"We'll talk as much as you want. Robert, I feel wonderful, so I'll
visit Paris as I had planned; from there I'll call you so you send the
plane to pick me up.

	"Okay, dad. Take care of yourself and let us know anything that you
might need." They cut the line and Jeff prepared his trip to Paris. He made
some purchases, especially two watches, one for Ricky and another one for
Marian. He flew to Paris and installed in a comfortable little hotel in the
"Champs Élysees" that he knew very well. The next day was Friday and he
liked to get up early and walk thru the centre of the large town under the
freshness of the morning, he would return before it was too hot, though he
was used to that weather. At the entrance of a corner of the park, there
was a news-stand attended by a woman. Jeff liked to buy the paper and sat
on a marble bench to read about the fresh news. He approached the stand and
at the moment of taking the newspaper, the headline on the cover of a
magazine called his attention, it read: "Dr Larsen speaks to his readers."
He took the magazine as the woman said:

	"You are lucky, sir. It is the last one. When Dr Larsen writes,
immediately the publication disappears. He writes in such a manner, that
everybody and especially housewives understand very well. He is a good
doctor and a better person." The loquacity of the woman made Jeff ask her.

	"Do you know him, lady?"

	"Oh, yes, sir. I have been in his surgery three times with my
grandchild, that little girl who is playing there." She pointed out to a
six or seven-year-old girl that was playing near a tree, she
continued. "She had a tumour in her little cerebrum and Dr Larsen removed
it. She's a lovely and bright child, even she speaks English. Sir, would
you like to ask her in your language?" Jeff grinned as the talkative woman
called the little girl. "Angela, this gentleman is American and..." The
girl felt embarrassed but she loved her grandmother and wanted to please
her.

	"Good morning sir. I'm sorry sir, but my grandma is always asking
me to speak in English, so she can brag telling her friends."

	"Oh don't worry little girl." You have beautiful eyes, Angela." The
child smiled flirting a little.

	"That's what Françoise says." She flushed.

	"Who's Françoise? Is he your school mate?"

	"Yes, sir; we are in the same school, but he's one year ahead than
I am because he is seven and I am six. He's my boyfriend and I'm his girl."

	"Very well little Angela. I hope you keep well."

	"Thanks, sir; you are very kind." Jeff smiled and then addressing
the woman, he added: "Certainly, her English is better than my French." The
woman could not be happier.

	"Sir, if you want to meet Dr Larsen, he had his surgery not far
from here, about fifteen minutes walking." She then took a paper slip and
wrote the address.

	"Thanks, Madame. I hope little Angela has not any further problem
on her recovery, she deserves that." Before the woman could start talking
again, Jeff said goodbye to them. He crossed the grand Boulevard and as the
woman had said, he found the street and the number.  It was an old
building, most likely built at the end of the 19th Century and it had been
restored, as most of that area. He entered the hall and found a Janitor
dressed in uniform behind his desk, he informed him the doctor's surgery
was on the first floor. The building had five floors with a central
elevator that seemed had been installed the day before. However, he did not
use it and walked up using the carpeted wide stairs; everything looked
immaculate and the brass bars shone as recently polished. He entered as a
woman on her thirties was talking slowly on the phone, motioning him to
wait some seconds. In front there was a boy of about five or six- year-old
and his mother; the boy had the head wrapped with a bandage.

	"Excuse me, sir, I couldn't attend you before, Fridays are busy,
especially at this time."  She justified herself as she asked. "Can I help
you, sir?" Jeff looked as he was an intruder in that temple.

	"Well... certainly, young lady." The woman grinned with the
compliment. "I would like to see Dr Larsen if it is possible."

	"Do you have an appointment with him? Because according to my
agenda, that little boy and his mother are next and the last for today,
afterwards the doctor must go to the Hospital.  They had not agreed on
their visit but they are special because the boy was operated last week."
The phone rang and she answered something that Jeff could not
understand. When she finished, Jeff said:

	"It is not an urgent matter, I can come some another day." Jeff
extracted a card from his pocket. "Please, give this to Dr Larsen." The
woman took the card and placed it under an empty clean ashtray used as a
paperweight. Jeff left as a woman with a little boy came out from Dr
Larsen's office; she could scarcely keep her sobs back. Jeff descended
slowly the marble stairs as the nurse introduced the last patient. Sometime
later the boy and his mother left; she seemed very happy as she commented
to the nurse:

	"The tumour is benign, that's what the doctor has said. God bless
him."

	"Congratulation Madame." The lady thanked the nurse and left. A
couple of minutes later, a man dressed in an unpolluted white gown came
out. He was tall, apparently, in his early fifties, he showed abundant
white hair, most likely once was blond. He smiled at the woman.

	"It has been a very busy week and all I want is to get home. Next
Monday I'll come a little later Mrs Lain; I must go to the hospital very
early." He was returning his office when the young lady said.

	"Excuse me, doctor, but before the last patient entered, you have
received a visit. He was a very old and elegant gentleman, I would say he
was on his late seventies or early eighties; he wanted to see you."

	"Didn't you get his name? I'm not expecting anybody."

	"No, because he gave me his card and I had not time to read it, the
phone did not stop ringing." She then extracted the card and handed it to
the doctor. Pierre Larsen took the card that reads: "Jeffrey Larsen. United
Companies Ltd." Jeff had written the name of the hotel underneath. Pierre
felt a strange sensation as he asked the woman.

	"Mrs Lain, do you still have that friend in the USA's embassy?"

	"Yes, sir. Why?

	"Please call him and ask if they know anything regarding this group
of companies." He gave the name and entered his office to change his
dress. He had not finished when the woman knocked on his door. "Come in,
please."

	"They said it is a very important Group on the west coast, with
interests in multiples fields, mostly oil, electricity and hospitals; a
Holding that had sponsored..."

	"Thanks, Mrs Lain; it is enough for the moment. If you ever contact
your friend, please, thank him on my behalf." Pierre guessed something in
connection with his own family. He thought: "Would this man be part of my
father's family in America? My mother never mentioned any part of the
US. It would be great that after so many years I discovered them." He said
goodbye and left.

Jeff, as soon as he entered the hotel, asked at the reception desk for
Paris' annual phone-book.  He wore the glasses and paged until reaching
"L", surprisingly he found there were only two persons in Paris named
Larsen, Pierre and Maria, the latter referred to an art gallery. He asked
for a coffee and sat down in a corner of the lounge on the first
floor. From there he could watch the large boulevard and the dense
traffic. Suddenly, the waiter came with the service and a portable phone.

	"Sir, you have a phone call."

	"Thanks." When the waiter left, he said: "Jeffry Larsen speaking."
Then the voice of a man came thru the line.

	"I'm Dr Larsen. I just have read your card and I would like to meet
you. Where are you now?" Jeff explained to him where he was. It was a nice
surprise to hear the correct English, spoken by the doctor without any hint
of ascent. He started to speculate, there were many possibilities, probably
this man descended from a Dutch family or..." He did not have time to
think, because at that moment appeared an elegant tall man on his fifties;
as he approached, Jeff noticed a light smile that showed a dimple he had on
his right cheek. Jeff's heart beat hard into his chest; the man's features
were not strange to him. He stood as both men shook hands.

	"Thanks for coming, doctor Larsen but I'm curious. Our surname is
rare and scarce. I have checked on the phone list and there are only two
persons with this surname in Paris."

	"Yes, the other one is my wife's. She has an art gallery;
well... there is another person that doesn't figure in the phone book, my
son Jeffrey Larsen, so the same as you are." The waiter came and placed
another coffee on the small table. Jeff then continued.

	"Since I have started this, I'll explain who I am. My family lives
in California where we have our interests. We are scarce of males; however,
it is not our fault. I had two brothers named Peter and Olaf and a first
cousin named Karl." Pierre heard those names and almost jumped in his seat,
Jeff continued. "The three died being very young, they fought against the
Nazis as pilots, based in the south of England. We recovered only one
corpse, Karl's. Peter and Olaf, my dearest twins, never returned dead or
alive." Saying this Jeff could not stop his old eyes blurred and a tear
dribbled down his old cheek. "Sorry doctor Larsen, I am too old and
sometimes I cannot keep my emotions back, especially talking about my
brothers, we were very united." They kept silence for some seconds as Jeff
continued. "Later on, we found out Olaf had left a child, a little girl; he
had not married the child's mother, therefore we had not any right
concerning her. My father placed all his influence but in vain. The girl's
grandfather, an aristocrat named Clarington, stopped us. After many
efforts, he only allowed us to see the child during our visits to Europe,
until many years later." Pierre looked intensely the old man as he said
near as a pray:

	"Sir, my father was Captain Peter Larsen and he had a twin brother
named Olaf." The two men stood and both went into a silent embrace. When
they disentangled Pierre explained: "Now I know why my father wanted to
name me Jeffrey, instead of Peter or Pierre." He paused.  "Unfortunately I
did not know him; he died two days later after the "D" day; the date of my
birth."

	"Why didn't you or your mother contact us?"

	"It is a long and sad story, Uncle Jeff. When she was on her
seventh month of pregnancy, my father, followed his colleagues in the
Resistance's advice, persuaded my mother to remain "out of service", she
reluctantly accepted. They placed her in a lovely villa in the outskirt of
Paris where my father came from time to time to visit her. She had a big
womb and they thought she might have twins; he was a twin himself and other
two cousin girls also were twins.

	"He was right; he referred to Karl's sisters that today lives in
Baltimore, married and with many grandchildren." Pierre smiled and
continued.

	"Two days before day "D", he knew the time and day of the great
operation and the actions that the Resistance had to carry out. Before he
departed, he gave her their passports and the address of his family in
America, just in case he got dead or a prisoner; she was a brave woman and
used to those dangerous and risk moments, so, she understood. Before
leaving he added: ""Please Lola, as agreed, if they are twin boys, we'll
name them Peter and Olaf. If he's a boy we'll name him Jeffrey, as my
brother. Girls are your right to name as you prefer."" However, she deeply
loved her husband and when I came into this world, still in the war; she
named me as her man, as she used to say when she referred to my
father. Many years later, my son was born, and I felt the obligation to
comply with my father's will."

	"That's a beautiful and tender story. By the way, before we
continue updating and if you have not any other compromise, may I invite
you to have lunch? And then we can continue talking. I cannot return to the
States without knowing your family and visiting my brother's grave."

	"It will be a great pleasure for me. I am free till 5:00 pm that I
must go to pick Jeffrey up in his school. Today is his last day before the
summer holidays. It will be a great surprise for him to know his name's
origin. My wife Ana née Sierra, ends late on Friday." Jeff rubbed his
chin as he asked.

	"Peter, where is your father's grave?" Pierre grinned.

	"It is about two hours by car thru motorway, not far from the
northern coast. You are impatient, aren't you? We can go tomorrow, the
three of us. Ana is not very fond of that type of visits but Jeffrey would
love it." Jeff grinned.

	"May I make a phone call?"

	"Of course. I need a pee before we start lunch." When Pierre came
back Jeff grinned as he replaced his mobile phone into his pocket.

	"Well, I wonder if you will agree or not, in any case, I have to
confirm."

	"What do you need to confirm?"

	"I have reserved a four-seat helicopter for 6:00 this afternoon, so
we have time to pick the boy up. They have confirmed there is a place to
land at the entry of the cemetery, normally used by the authorities in the
annual day and for visitors, especially from America."

	"That will be a great surprise for Jeffry! I'll tell Ana, though I
don't want to say her anything about you. That surprise is for tomorrow's
evening. I'll make a call." Grinning Jeff said:

	"It is okay, I'm too old and I need to pee frequently." Jeff's
nephew chuckled as he murmured and watched his uncle walking to the
toilettes:

	"I imagine what a trio you, my father, and Uncle Olaf made when you
were young!" He made the call and his wife was too busy to take part in the
trip, however, when Pierre told her about tomorrow having a special guest
in the house, not in the flat, she commented.

	"He must be a very special person; you rarely take anyone to your
mother's house. For that and many things, I am ready, my handsome man." He
smiled.

	"Thanks, guapisima Lola (most beautiful, in Spanish). Yes, he is a
very special guest."

After lunch, they sat comfortably in the lounge to spend the time to
collect the boy at the school.  Jeff was anxious to know more about his
dear brother.

	"I don't understand why your father did not contact either Olaf or
Karl. Olaf's plane was shot down early 1943 and Karl's in the spring of
1944."

	"Uncle Jeff, I need to relate the story starting from the beginning
of his stay in England.  On the other hand, we have known the details just
a few years ago, when the British authorities rose the secret imposed
during the war to all of their activities, so I am now in a position to
clarify them." Jeff kept silence and Pierre started.

"My mother came to England in December 1936 when she was an eleven-year-old
girl, as part of a contingent of Spanish refugee children; they were
shipped in a British frigate from Bilbao to save them from Franco's fascist
forces. A childless couple named Hamilton took her to their farm in
Kent. They loved the beautiful girl, as they used to say when telling me
about her. To make it short, my mother loved them and much more when a few
months later they knew her parents' death in Spain. She had been especially
gifted in learning foreign languages, so in a few months, she started
school in the morning and helped her new parents for the rest of the
day. Soon she demonstrated her intelligence and the Hamilton could not be
happier and proud with their daughter, as she was the first of his
class. Years went by and Britain declared the war to Germany, she, along
with another bunch of boys and girls, helped in the defence of the British
coast. In 1942 an officer came to interview her; now we know the man was
from the ME5. What they talked during the interview my mother never
disclosed to anybody, though we guess it. She returned home and after
kissing her parents they sat down near the fire:

       "Father, I want your authorization and blessing, because tomorrow an
officer will come to pick me up. England needs me, and I'll go to fight our
enemies, not with a gun, but with my intelligence and determination." You
can imagine the reaction of her foster parents. Mrs Hamilton started to cry
trying to convince her to stay out of the war; however, her husband hugged
her very tightly and kissed her forehead as he said.

       "I wish I could go myself. You have all my blessing, but Rose,
please, never forget that we are your parents and love you; we'll be
waiting for your return praying God every day for your safety. The man's
eyes were wet, as she answered him.

       "Thanks, dad. I won't forget. I can't say you any further word, only
that you will be in my heart and the job which I start is a risky one, I
can't deceive you." Nothing more was told. That night the light was on
until the following morning when a car picked her up. They drove to a
hidden place not far from Oxford, there, the next morning, she met her
colleagues, most of them were men, and amongst them was my father. Six
months later the training ended. The Colonel called the successful ones and
gave them some money to spend their last 24 hours of freedom.  He added:
"Before the sunset, you must be here to know your future missions." My
parents had hit each other and were friends, as my mother put it later,
"who couldn't put the eyes off of the most handsome man of the group?" My
mother told me she was kissed for the first time that night, but nothing
else. The surprise came when she met the Colonel; when she entered his
office could watch that my father was already sat down arguing with her
Colonel. She overheard: "Peter, you are a captain and must assume your
grade. I haven't anything else to add." However, the bomb had not yet been
dropped, as the Colonel showed her the other seat.

       "Well... I don't know how to proceed. Rose Hamilton, by now you will
recover your former Spanish surname." Saying this, he handed a legal
Spanish passport to her. "For your mission it is advisable, Franco is
Hitler's friend, so you will be well considered by German forces. We need
Peter with you; therefore, you must marry him before your departure." She
was to argue as my father grinned, but the Colonel added: "We have a priest
and judge here, both are eager to marry you. When you return safely, if you
do, we'll help you to get divorced, if still, you don't like each other. I
hope this never happens." And they married. My mother told me many
anecdotes and jokes about her forced marriage, but deep in her heart, she
felt the happiest girl of the world. As a married couple and double
passports, they travelled to Lisbon, visiting the poor and destroyed Spain
and entered France. As soon as they contacted their men in a place near
Paris, they disappeared for the rest of the world. No call, no letter, no
message, they vanished, except for the Colonel, who was their direct
contact." Pierre had a look at his watch and said:

       "We must go, Uncle Jeff. We'll continue later."

       "Yes, you are right." A man from the reception desk called,
announcing that a taxi was waiting for them. They boarded the vehicle and
drove to the school to meet Jeffrey. Jeff and Pierre entered the school's
large hall as some boys and girls started coming out talking loudly.
Pierre approached one of the hall doors while Jeff remained watching an
oil-painting. Jeffrey came out from his classroom with his backpack and as
he kissed his father, the boy fixed his sight on the old man. He felt
something strange and told his father.

       "Dad, I know that man, but I don't know who he is and why." Pierre
grinned.

       "That's my surprise. He's my Uncle Jeff, so the origin of your
name." Impulsively the boy left the backpack on the floor and quickly
approached Jeff. The old man turned the head and watched how the living
image of his younger brother Peter came to him; his heart bumped into his
chest as he opened wide his arms and Jeffrey hugged him around the hips. No
words were expressed as Jeff rubbed the boy's brown hair and kissed him on
the head. After a while Pierre approached, Jeffrey murmured.

	"Uncle Jeff, why have you waited so long coming to us?" The man
dragged again to his chest the boy's head as he couldn't avoid his eyes
blurred.

	"We ignored there was a beautiful Jeffry here, but from now on, you
will be fed up of me, I promise." The boy smiled. They separated a little
as Jeff examined the boy carefully.  "Jeffrey, you are the living image of
your grandfather, except for the colour of your hair, he was entirely
blond." The boy took his backpack and gave his right hand to Jeff as if he
had known him for his whole life. They boarded the taxi and five minutes
later they were in the helicopter field. The boy stared at his father and
uncle a little bit confused. Jeff noted that: "Haven't you ever flown in a
helicopter?"

	"As far I can remember I have never been into one." This will be
the first time."

	"This afternoon you will. We'll go to a place that you know very
well." They boarded the machine and after some instructions from the pilot
they fastened the belts, wore the earphones and the helicopter raised into
the sky over Paris' last houses. Jeffrey was pointing out to Jeff those
places he knew. They flew directly to the northeast bound to
Calais. Sometime later, the helicopter landed near a large field covered
with white crosses. At this time nobody was there, except the
guardian. There were no gates since the field was surrounded by tall
trees. The boy then said:

	"Dad, please, give me some money." Pierre gave a banknote to the
boy as the adults continued walking up to a point near a corner, among
thousands, Pierre pointed out a cross on which has been written in capital
black letters: "Captain P. L." Jeff trembled; the emotion overtook him as
he placed his hand on the small cross and kissed it. Then he watched how
Jeffrey removed a dry bunch of flowers and placed a nice bouquet he had
just purchased. Jeff was held by the moment of finding his dear brother's
corpse.

	"Why his name is not completely shown, as the rest." He asked his
nephew.

	"That was my first question, too, when I came here. My mother told
me that all persons that fought clandestinely were treated the same, just
to prevent fanatics could take revenge on the corpses. I suppose now we can
change this; since a long time has elapsed." Jeff stared at the fresh
flowers and dragged Jeffrey to him.

	"Thanks, my son. He would have been very happy and proud of knowing
you." They remained there for some minutes until the pilot came advising it
was time to come back. It was almost dinner time when they separated and
then Pierre said:

	"Uncle Jeff, I'll come tomorrow at about mid-morning so we can
continue our conversation. Perhaps Jeffrey joins us later, though I think
he had the last soccer match of the season. I love walking early morning
before the weather comes hot. We'll meet at your hotel at breakfast time."

	"In that case, let's have breakfast together, if Lola agrees, of
course."

Chapter 22
---------------

As planned, Pierre and Jeffrey came to the hotel; the boy gladly entered
Jeff's suite and hugged his grandpa, as he had started to call him, which
made Jeff sigh with happiness. The boy was very happy, he had double
reasons: he had found a real grandfather and the last night's dream had
been paramount. He could perfectly remember it because his mother waked him
up in those last moments when he was kissing his girl. He was naked as he
had been in his wet dream, in it, he flew like a powerful eagle over the
seas and suddenly he found large and beautiful forests that he could not
identify. He stopped on a white balcony, his nude girl opened it and they
went into a very hard embrace. They made love in all possible
positions. Near dawn, his bladder woke him up; so he went to pee and found
his crotch and belly covered by his juices. Gladly he wanted to start again
this pleasant dream, and Mother Nature pleased him.  Again he found himself
in that beautiful girl's arms as she sucked his hard dick. When his mother
woke him up, he felt a little bit embarrassed because she saw the stain on
the sheet.  But his mother was the best in the world, as she commented:

       "Was it a good dream, Jeffrey?"

       "Yes, mom. It has been a beautiful one, the best so far." She
grinned and left him to shower.

Pierre and his son had breakfast with Jeff, and once they had finished
dropped the boy in his school, then uncle and nephew resumed the story
walking under the freshness of the park's trees.

	"Six days after my father's visit, my mother suspected that
something had happened, and she was not wrong, one of their French
colleagues came to inform that the whole group had fallen after finishing
the operation. Now we know they blew up one of the flying bomber
installations, the V1. Some days later the allied forces entered Paris. We
remained in Paris for a few months as my mother registered me in the
French's and the Spanish Consulates; she hated Franco's regime but she
thought he would not live forever. We took our few belongings and crossed
the Canal to Kent. The Hamilton received us with open arms. Then the
happiest time of my life started. They loved my mother and me as their real
family. At least, once a week, my mother went to London, later I knew
why. Things on the farm improved once the war was over, then my
grandparents contracted a young man to work in it. He was married and had
two little girls, the older one, Jenifer, was of my age, we were
three-years-old when we started in the kindergarten and she became my
sister." Jeff grinned and said:

	"Can you remember those moments? You were only three."

	"I clearly remember how we played in the barn in the middle of the
straw bales, always watched by my grandpa. I adored him and he paid me
back. My mother increased her visits to London and when I was five she came
with the great news. I remember that reunion very well. It was in July
1949. After dinner, we used to sit in the porch and that day I was sat on
my grandpa's lap. With some difficulty she said:

	"Father, I want to tell you something important." Grandpa remained
in silence because he guessed the worst, as she continued. "You know I'm
working for the Foreign Office, they had proposed me to join permanently
our Paris Embassy's staff; they need me there. That's what the
Vice-minister has said." He thought for a moment as grandma started
weeping. "We must be practical, my daughter, you will break our hearts
taking Peter from us, but I understand it is for your benefit. You will be
in a large town and well-considered, besides, you still are very young."
Those last words hurt my mother some, but she did not express it."

	"Father, I mostly go for Peter's future, no one will share my bed,
at least, in my house. I loved my husband too much to admit another man in
my heart. You can be sure of this." My grandpa knew he had offended her
daughter in this respect; he stood and hugged her tenderly.

	"We love you both too much, my daughter. It was not my idea..."

	"I know it, father; I'll never feel offended by you. On the other
hand, we are not going to live very far. Paris is only one day trip, so on
Christmas, Easter, and summer holidays Peter will be here with you, and
I'll come every time that I can."

"She was right, though it cost me many tears to say goodbye to them. We
went to live in a house where I had been born. My mother did what she had
promised, and we spent all our holidays on the farm. I eagerly was waiting
for the time to elapse to go to Kent to my grandparent's home. One of those
years when I was about nine, I had my first sexual contact with a girl."
Pierre grinned recalling those moments. "As usually, Jenifer and I played
together in the barn all the time we could. It was summer and both were
lightly dressed, she then said: if you show me yours I'll show you mine. We
grinned and a few moments later she was sucking my little weenie; that was
my first blowjob, many others followed that summer. My grandpa caught us in
one of them while he was at work; however, Jenifer didn't realise of his
presence since she was sucking me, grandpa then winked me and went back to
the farmhouse. Later, when we were alone, he said: "well done, Peter". When
I was ten, they passed away with a difference of three weeks. My mother
inherited the farm and she sold it to Jenifer's father, the man who had
been helping them; with that money we bought and reformed our Paris house."
Jeff was enjoying what his nephew was recounting him and laughed.

	"Didn't your mother contact her Spanish family?"

	"She had not any close family there. We changed our holidays' place
starting to go to the South of sunny Spain, instead of the wet and humid
England. We rarely missed a summer going to the South. There I found many
friends who still remember us."

       "I remember very well those years after our return from England, I
was very happy having my mother only for me. Every morning, we used to
leave the house together, and then she dropped me in the school and picked
me up on her return. In the cold and long winter nights, I joined her in
the large bed and cuddled in her arms; those were times of confidences.
She recounted me all that she knew about my father, his pranks and mischief
when he was my age, normally always accompanied by his brother Olaf and the
coverage provided by his brother Jeff. My mother had not any inhibition of
being nude in front of me since I was very little, so sex was not any taboo
between us. I told her all about my moments with Jenifer and she laughed
loudly, she then said: "you make honour to your father"; he and his brother
Olaf fucked two Indian girls the night of their eleventh birthday." Jeff
grinned remembering the night he came back from his jump into the
future. He then said:

       "In my mind is very fresh the scene how they scurried to the forest
giving the hand to the girls. What wonderful boys they were!! Pierre then
continued.

       "Since that night when my mother told me, I wanted to emulate my
father. The occasion came near my eleventh birthday. Never a man spent a
night in our house; that was a sanctuary for us. However, from time to
time, my mother stayed almost all night outside with her friends,
especially a widow that worked in the Embassy in a different area. She had
a girl a year older than I was and lived not far from us. They agreed that
when were to remain the whole night outside, her girl would stay with me,
and we had three bedrooms, though we used only my mother's. It was a warm
May night, and after dinner and washing the dishes, we decided to get ready
for bed. As usual, I got naked, but I did not realise I wasn't alone but in
front of Nelly. I got a little embarrassed and went to get my pyjama on,
but then she stopped me:

       "Why are you going to conceal your beautiful figure? I like it,
besides, when you are in Rome..." Before she ended the sentence was naked,
too. She had started to mature because she had little bumps on her nipples
and that excited me to the point that I got hard immediately.  "It seems
your lovely little brother wants some action. What about..." She did not
end her sentence as I took her hand and we went to my room.

       "Our moms will not return until tomorrow after lunch, so we have
time to enjoy." I thought to use my mother's larger bed but I remembered
what she always said about our sanctuary. She lay on the bed and I went on
top of her.

       "Are... are you going to fuck me?" She grinned.

       "If you don't mind... You have nice tits and I want to suck them
before I proceed to you lovely crack." I didn't wait for her answer and in
seconds I had in my mouth one of her little bumps. I remember how hot she
was, she started moaning loudly. In those moments I did not know anything
about kissing, that came sometime later of that unforgettable night; she
had some experience that I lacked, though her hymen had not been
perforated. She seduced me. In her lust, she guided my penis into her
vagina and instinctively I started fucking her hard. Both were moaning
loudly as she pushed my ass down to get the maximum penetration of my young
tool. I heard a sharp yell as my penis entirely went into her. Amongst
moans she said.

       "Don't stop, please don't stop now." After some moments we screamed
in delight as we probably reached for the first time real orgasms. I slid
to my side as we relaxed. I can scarcely remember how she kissed me on the
lips as we drifted to sleep. Had our mothers come early they would have
found us embraced and naked on my bed. The following morning when we woke
up we started laughing remembering our yells. After a few minutes, she
washed me carefully as I started exploring her.

       "It was nice last night, wasn't it, Nelly? I had not done it to any
girl as I did to you."

       "Yes, very nice, you are a good boy, Pierre. You mustn't tell
anybody so we can do it whenever I come to stay with you."

       "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody." I knew I was not telling her
the truth because I eagerly wanted my mother to know it. After some
minutes, we started making out again, this time she taught me about kissing
and introducing her tongue inside my mouth. I recall that she had to insist
that I opened my teeth, but once she got her tongue in my mouth, I
experienced such pleasure that from that moment I was the one wanting for
it. We did it many times until I was twelve and then her mother was
transferred to Berlin. I didn't see her again."

       "Did you tell your mother?"

       "I did right that night. Of course, I didn't go into details. She
got emotional and hugged me very tightly; I think her eyes were blurred as
she commented:

       "My son is becoming a little man, I thought he would be a child
forever..." I remained with my head on her lap as she was caressing my
blond hair. Then she started explaining to me more details about
intercourse and the cares that I had to observe, especially from the moment
I matured. So when she was to remain during the night outside, she warned
me about the time of their return, even she would make a lot of noise
before going to bed, just in case we were engaged in our lovemaking." Jeff
then said:

       "That's wasn't normal, especially in those times, she must have been
a special woman.  Still, many couples consider a taboo speaking about sex
in front of their grown children. This is a great mistake! My wife was of
that kind, fortunately, I did not share her views to this respect, and I
spoke freely to my children, especially to my son, your cousin Robert. He
had followed the same pattern with his children."

Talking, the time to pick Jeffrey up came. Once they were together, had
lunch and said goodbye until 6:30 pm that Jeff would go to dine with them
and spend the evening in the family. Jeffrey hugged his grandpa as he
called him. After a light nap, Jeff went out to buy some presents,
especially for the boy. At the fixed time, Jeff arrived at their home,
before ringing the bell he had a look at the house; he approved the
well-cared little garden though the house had another extension of land
surrounding it and in the back as a kitchen garden. He pushed the ring and
seconds later the lovely tall boy opened it and hugged the man again.

	"Please, come in, mom and dad are inside waiting for you." Before
he could step into the large hall, Pierre greeted him with effusion as
Jeffrey had the old man's hand in his.

	"Welcome home, Uncle Jeff," The woman said as they kissed on the
cheeks as it is traditional in France."

	"You have a nice and comfy house; today it is impossible to get one
like this, even if you have the money to pay it.

	"Yes, you are right. We are well connected and far from the noise
of the centre of the town." Jeffrey that still was holding the old man's
hand dragged him saying:

	"Come on grandpa, I'll show you my quarters." Lola and Pierre
stared at each other astonished; it was the first time that their son
invited someone into his room. He used to clean and order it without the
intervention of his mother. Jeff went into the large bedroom, the typical
place of a teenage boy; posters and little flags from his teams. A desk
computer and a record player completed the boy's belongings. However, the
large poster and the boy giving the hand to a young man, called his
attention.

 	"It is a nice place, Jeffrey, I suppose you have many friends and
bring them here." The boy grinned.

	"Not at all, grandpa. This is my room, I look after it, I
clean... in summary very few persons have been invited to enter here."

	"Thanks for the honour you gave me, little boy." Jeffrey pressed
the man's hand.

	"You are the real brother of my grandfather, and that's something
very important for me, up to now I thought I had not any family, except my
parents. I suppose you have a large house, larger than this one, but..."
The man interrupted the boy.

       "Yes, but it has not the history of this one." Then Jeff placed his
old hand on the excited boy's shoulder as he continued: "I hope you will
come to California with your parents, Jeffrey. I want to have many of the
members of our family together before I am too old to enjoy it. Ricky will
be very happy to hug you. He and you are the only ones carrying our
surname; the rest have lost it as they are female or coming from a female."

       "It should not be like that. My father, in his Spanish passport, has
two surnames and is very proud of keeping grandma's surname together with
grandpa's one. He's part of both."

       "You are right, my boy but we cannot change traditions. By the way,
Jeffrey, since I didn't know even you existed; I could not give my present
for your birthday." Jeff extracted a little box and gave it to the boy; his
parents were observing the scene from the door. The boy opened with care
the little parcel and found a boy-sized Rolex wristwatch, the boy opened
wide the eyes, secretly he had dreamed to have one. His parents perfectly
could afford it but thought it was too expensive for a boy. After watching
it, reluctantly he said:

       "Thanks, grandpa, but I can't accept it. It is... too expensive for
a boy of my age. I could lose it..." Jeff rejected the boy objection.

       "It is already paid and the warranty registered at your name,
therefore, if you don't like it... you can do whatever you prefer, but I
cannot go to the shop again." The boy did not know what to do.

       "Grandpa, I must be honest with you. I like it very much; even I
have dreamed of having one like this, but..." The boy stared at his
progenitors and Pierre nodded as he said:

       "This is an extraordinary moment, Jeffrey, my son. He had given it
to you with his heart and remembering your grandpa. Those flowers that you
placed on his grave..." Lola then said:

       "Let's have dinner; the boy must be hungry."

They sat on a comfortable table and started dinner. From time to time, the
boy asked questions about the US, especially about New York and
Washington. When dinner was over, Jeffrey went to the kitchen and brought a
tray with coffee for the adults and milk for him. Then they went to the
living room, placed at the back of the house, facing the west and a
cultivated plot with many vegetable plants. Pierre the said:

	"I have told Uncle Jeff all that I can remember about our family,
probably there was more than my mother knew and never told us. Now, Uncle
Jeff, please, tell us all about my father that you can remember." Jeff kept
silence for some seconds while they were sipping the coffee, recalling his
thoughts.

	"To start with, I must say I cannot make any difference between my
brothers Peter and Olaf; all that I say about Peter applies equally to Olaf
and vice-versa. I never saw two beings so united. When they made any
mischief my mother always punished both. In the school, it was very much
the same, unless it was clear who the author was." He went thru their
lives, especially while they were children and adolescent, and especially
about their grandmother.  Then Jeffrey said:

	"Grandpa, is it true that your Indian friends were... let's say,
naturalists?" Jeff grinned.

	"Son, since my grandmother founded our family, we have been great
friends with that tribe; watch this little scar still visible." Jeff showed
his old finger base as he continued. "Joe, the old doctor, has a similar
one; we are blood-brothers. The twins and I loved those great persons
and... yes, they were more than naturalists. The sex taboo did not exist
amongst them; they saw natural and normal sexual relationships between boys
and girls at any age. However, they were very strict in complying with the
Indian Law, in case anyone was forced or coaxed to do something he/she did
not like or wanted. The person thus found guilty, being older than
eighteen, the penalty was the death. If younger than twelve, the tribe left
the parents to punish the boy or girl. Between twelve and eighteen had to
leave the tribe and never return to his family. I never heard about any
episode of these characteristics had ever occurred.  Relationships between
a child younger than eleven and an adult were rare but admitted; the man
previously had to inform the boy's parents about his intentions; however,
relationships between girls under twelve and adults were rare, too.

	"Uncle Jeff, I suppose my father had plans for their future, as any
boy or adolescent of his age."

	"As far as they told me, Peter never thought to marry before he
ended his studies of medicine. Both were in San Francisco General Hospital
as MD residents when the War started.  Olaf in the Medicine, he pretended
to be a Neurosurgeon and Peter an Ophthalmology; he wanted to be a children
surgeon. Our cousin Karl and his partner were working as engineers in an
aircraft factory too; they were mad with air projects. They had planned to
live out of the conservative Californian society, establishing in The
Netherlands.

	"Was he homosexual?" Jeffrey asked.

	"Yes. He probably was the brightest of all of us, but never had the
guts to confront himself with his possessive mother. This fact led him to
cry on my chest many times, especially until he was fifteen, then he turned
to himself trying to never speak to his mother. She suffered a lot because
she loved her boy, but never had understood her son. He always felt as
liberation while we were in the school, and especially when we started at
Berkeley. There, he met Alfred, his partner. A handsome and quiet blond boy
that scarcely talked to anyone, he was dejected and neglected by his mates
the rich boys. He had come to the University with a scholarship and had to
work outside to pay for his clothes. Karl found in that boy the
comprehension and love, so he shared his money with Alfred and we all
helped him. We spent many evenings together, except when we had our
plans. During Christmas of that year, we invited him to the farm; I have
never seen a happier boy. Karl's father was not silly and asked me about
their relationship, I told him the truth though he had already guessed
it. Grandma knew it and thanked all of us for our understanding with
Alfred.

	"What's about his mother, grandpa? Didn't she learn about the boys'
friendship?" Jeffrey asked.

	"It was a sad day when Uncle Peter told her; she couldn't believe
him, she still argued that her boy was not homosexual. She felt as if she
had been punished, and never admitted it publicly." Then Pierre asked:

	"Uncle Jeff, my father had a great admiration for you, didn't he
send you any news regarding my mother as she was expecting a baby?"

	"No. I believe he didn't communicate anything to anybody, now I
know why. The last news came thru Karl advising us that Peter had flown to
a special mission and never returned, therefore, everybody assumed his
plane had been shot down and he was dead or in one of the many prisoner
camps. We did tremendous efforts thru the International Red Cross, but
without success, he was considered as disappeared."

	"Weren't you tempted to join the US forces, too?"

	"Yes, but I was rejected, basically because there were three of us
already serving the cause. Besides, I was recruited as a specialist to
cooperate in the shipments of war material. I had a special sense to
develop strategies and routes to avoid German submarines, and, believe me,
I had some success."

They continued talking about the fate of the rest members of the family
during hours. Jeffrey made many questions regarding the place and
California. He knew a lot about the US, though he had not been in there.

During a pause of his new grandpa and his parents' conversation, the boy
stood and went to his room. One minute later he came with a Spanish guitar
in his hands.

	"Dad, I know the past is very important, but I think we'll have
time to talk about it. Now let's do something different." Jeff stared
surprised at the boy who, as a professional, sat down and said. "Don't be
surprised grandpa; I am a Spaniard, except for my place of birth." Jeff
grinned.

	"In California, there are many persons who can play the guitar,
though not many like Andres Segovia, Narciso Yepes, or Paco de Lucia," Jeff
said. My Abuela used to play the guitar, too; even still I keep her
instrument well guarded. It was a present from someone that she loved
because she caressed it as if it was the only guitar in the world."

	"That's fantastic, grandpa! Do you know about those guitar masters,
grandpa? I didn't know Segovia or Yepes, but two years ago I assisted at a
concert at Granada's International Festival. Paco played with a large
orchestra the "Concert of Aranjuez"; it was marvellous the music and the
place. As a tip, he played this." The boy started touching the guitar as
beautiful sweet music erupted from the fine instrument; it was "Anonymous",
a beautiful and strange old music from an unknown Middle Age's author.

	"I like the guitar, and yes, I met Andres Segovia in New York many
years ago. I have some old records with music played by Andres and Narciso
Yepes. They are the greatest guitar interpreters in the world."

	"You seem very fond of good music," Pierre said.

	"I used to; even I played the piano and sang not bad when I was
Jeffrey's age. Once, representing our school, I sang in San Francisco's
cathedral, making the solo of "Ave Maria" from Shubert." The boy opened
wide his large yes.

	"Did you, grandpa?"

	"Yes. The twins were like two angels dressed in those long white
robes..." Jeff said these words like a prayer and the boy observed how the
old man's eyes watered. His father then said:

	"Uncle Jeff, we have a good piano here. Do you dare to play
something for us? I am a negation on music, at least, as an interpreter. I
like and enjoy it, especially Spanish zarzuela and some light operas;
that's all." They then stood and went to another room where the piano was,
he sat on the stool, and after a few moments, he started playing some sweet
music from Beethoven and Mozart he knew by heart. When he ended, felt the
boy's arms around his shoulders and a kiss on his old cheeks.

	"You are great, grandpa! Thanks for your music. I hope this
wouldn't be the last time you play. You are a master!" The man turned
around and hugged back the boy.

	"I'll do with pleasure for you all in California." They looked at
each other and Pierre felt his son's stare on him pleading to accept Jeff's
invitation."

	"Uncle Jeff, are you suggesting that we travel to California?"

	"Peter, I am not suggesting, but pleading you to come to know your
family. There are many things in the house which belong to you." Before
Pierre could argue, Jeff added. "Our jet will be at your disposal when you
decide to come. I know you and Lola are very busy persons, but Jeffrey may
travel during the next holidays..." Pierre felt again his son's stare at
him, but this was so unexpected... It was late to take any decision, so
Pierre said:

	"Thanks, Uncle Jeff, we must think about these new circumstances,
however, I promise you will have us in California as soon as we can. Now it
is late, let's sleep and think about all of this, calmly; you will have our
answer before you leave."

	"I understand. I'm returning the day after tomorrow, Monday; and
need to think about what I'll say to the family. Surely it will be a great
impact on them, especially on my son and Ricky, his son." Then Jeffrey
looked at his father as requesting something; Pierre nodded.

	"Grandpa, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?" That
surprised all.

	"Well... I get up not very early, about 9:00. After breakfast, I
like to have a walk thru the nearby park." The old man guessing the boy's
thoughts, he added: "It would be a great pleasure having you with me for
breakfast and later for a walk. Around 13:00 hours I want you to have lunch
with me, if you don't have any other compromise, of course." The boy
enthusiastically answered Jeff.

	"I don't have anything special to do, so I'll be at your hotel at
8:30; I'll show you what Paris is on a Sunday morning." Pierre and Lola
couldn't say anything on the contrary but to accept the invitation from
Jeff.

End of Part 4