Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2019 17:55:43 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: True Love Chapter 6

					PART 6
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CHAPTER 43
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Maria got up early as she used to; she was not a lazy girl and Saturday was
a good day, she expected to come with Peter around 12:00 as we agreed. She
was singing while she was having a shower, taking care not to wet her hair,
she thought: "Tomorrow we'll shower together and Joss... my little husband,
he will dry and comb my hair, he likes it and I like he makes this for
me. Oh my God, I love him and I'm so happy..." She knocked on her brother's
door before going in. She preferred doing it in this way to keep his
privacy, not as before when they were children; she used to jump on his bed
kissing him; he liked it or not, now it was different."

	"Come in," she heard. She entered and found Peter still in bed; it
was a surprise because always he was the first to get up. He found him
rather sad; probably it was a consequence of a bad dream."

	"Come on, Peter, get up, don't you want...?" Now in a low voice:
"to meet your lover Nick? I'm anxious to meet Joss. Come on lazy." She
started tickling his brother; he smiled but again was sad.  "Come on Peter!
What's the matter with you this morning? Did you have a nightmare?" He did
not answer; got up and went to the bathroom.  She left him a little bit
puzzled. She went downstairs and found Mother Louise as usually busy
housekeeping.  "Good morning Mom, I'm hungry."

	"Good morning my child, here you are your breakfast." She placed
dishes on the table and spun to look thru the window, she did not like her
daughter to see her. She has slept very bad, always watching her son Joss'
little face hit, dreaming about it, she could not avoid it. She considered
that boy as if he was her own son.  "However I must say it to Maria", she
thought. She loved her children and did not like to see Maria preoccupied,
in fact, it was not grave, but for two children in love... Maria watched
her mother gaze:

	"Mom, what is going on this morning here? Peter is sad, you are sad
and I'm glad. That doesn't make sense. Can you please explain to me...?"
Mother Louise interrupted her.

	"Maria, would you promise me not to get upset?"

	"But Mom, you know me, why shall I get upset, let alone with you?"

	"Ok. Yesterday afternoon Joss had a fight with other boy and he was
injured, it is not serious, only a punch on his right cheek." Maria got up
as if she had received a blow.

	"Oh my God! Why you didn't tell me? Mom, I'm not a baby."

	"He made me promise not to tell you until today. He didn't want you
to suffer and being preoccupied.  When I left him yesterday, he was
sleeping and as far I know he's much better today." Tears of rage rolled
down Maria's cheeks, she felt had been left aside; she knew him and in
spite of telling her Mom, she knew he needed her. She must have been with
him right from the beginning, no matter whether it was grave or not. "He
hates violence so he must have suffered only with that." She thought.

	"Mom, no matter what happened and he said to you, he needs me, I
know him better than myself and he's missing me. I cannot wait I'll go just
now."

	"Please, hold a minute Maria. I don't mind you to go, but not
alone. Please, wait until Peter is ready and he goes with you."

	"I can go on my own Mom."

	"Please Maria, my child; I know what you are thinking now, I
couldn't near sleep last night, but I want Peter going with you. Peter,
please, hurry up, Maria needs you!" She shouted.

	"Why did he fight Mom? He hates violence."

	"Peter can tell you better than me, he was near him. It seems the
other boy offended you and himself. He asked him to retract himself, and as
he didn't, they started fighting. The other boy got the worst, his lower
lip with some stitches and his jaw almost broken. He's older than
Joss. Peter knows him because they have classes together; both are in the
same grade."

	"My God! But why? I don't know any boy in the school, especially in
other grades, only pals, but in my own grade. Why? We always helped anybody
who asked us..."

	"No one knows, Maria," Peter said as he heard his sister's
questions. "Nick and I were just there, so I separated them, probably if we
didn't do that, the other boy would have been now grave in the
hospital. Joss was mad and out of control, he was continually repeating he
wanted to kill him. He's strong and brave.  I think he's more morally
injured than physically. I'm glad he did it to that bastard."

	"Peter!" Mother Louise shouted. "I cannot consent you express
yourself like that. What would have happened if that boy were seriously
injured?"

	"Sorry Mom, we are men, and you only think about the other
boy. What's about if the injured one was Joss? He is my best friend. I can
tell you that if he had not succeeded I would have fought myself."

	"Peter!! I can't believe that, don't speak like that in my
presence!! Peter very quiet and without altering his voice said:

	"Ok, Mom. I'll do that, but you always told me to be sincere, I'm
now. And that opinion is also shared by the rest of our friends and most of
the other boys in the school."

	"Ok, Peter," Maria said. "Let's not to argue more, facts are facts
and we cannot change them."

	"But they can prevent them in the future." Peter was ready to reply
to his Mom, but Maria knew his brother; she gazed at him pleading not to
answer and he shut up, so the conversation ended.

	"Please Peter, let's go." Brother and sister took the bikes and
left. When they were on the road, Maria told her brother, "Peter, thanks."
Peter knew that his sister was with him in spite of saying nothing. They
arrived at home, left the bikes outside. Nick saw them and immediately
opened the door.

	"He's upstairs, Maria," Nick said as he started kissing and hugging
his friend. Maria came into our room; I was looking for a handkerchief as I
heard the door swung open; I turned my head and saw my most precious
person. I only could extend my arms because she was launching herself into
them.  She hugged me and we kissed everywhere as I caressed her hair and
her neck:

	"Maria, Maria, my Maria!! Oh, how I have missed you!  Oh, my god!
My little wife, my precious girl!" She could not speak, all retained tears
now flowing down her smooth face. She was so pretty.  "Oh, Maria! Why have
I been so silly?" She broke our hug and tenderly our lips met.

	"Joss, sorry for my tears, they are of joy, not of regret, knowing
that you are well. I did not believe anybody; I only wanted to see you, to
support you; why did you leave me aside?"

	"I'm very sorry, I didn't like you suffered, I wanted you to be
safe and only I should bear the pain, not you."

	"Joss my little husband, I promised to be with you for the rest of
our life, you are my head, my breath, my whole body... You are my other
half, how can I be segregated from you? Please, Please, never do it again,
I want to suffer if you suffer; I want to be glad if you are content." I
could not respond because she kissed me passionately; our tongues met as
she had introduced her hands thru my open pyjama upper part, caressing my
back and my neck. She came wearing a Scottish skirt, so I also introduced
my left hand in her soft thighs. I was terribly hard, harder than ever. She
noticed my excitement.

	"Joss, I think you need to be relieved from all your tensions." I
smiled her for the first time for the double intention of her words. I
caressed her tenderly.

	"With you here, all my tensions will be gone, I only needed your
presence at my side, but I was so silly..."

	"Never mind." She got up and locked the door. She put me on my back
on the bed and started rubbing my chest, kissing my nipples and sucking
them. Her right hand went thru the elastic of my pyjama and underwear; my
cock was close to exploding due to the tensions and stress.

	"Maria I'm going to explode and you are still dressed." She dragged
my pyjama down to my heels; she took a towel and placed it near her. She
kissed my crotch and licked the base of my penis where some pubes were
already growing. She gave me some strokes and then put it into her mouth,
but only for a moment, because I tensed. Maria, my love, I... am. She
realised what was coming next; she placed the towel on my belly and
continued caressing my pole. I started spurting the overcharge retained in
my balls. She caressed me while I was expelling my cream, stroking my
hair. I opened the eyes and hugged my angel. "Now is your turn."

	"It'll be our turn." She sweetly rectified me. She took the towel
and cleaned my belly and penis until nothing was left. She stood up, went
to the nightstand, and took a Condon. She started undressing but I stopped
her."

	"Please, finish with me, I want to undress you; you know how I like
that." She smiled at me. In a moment my pyjama was off and I was completely
naked. My cock was harder than ever before. I got her skirt off, the white
blouse and slowly her little bra. I kissed those beautiful little straight
hills; I licked and sucked them, she was already very excited since she has
not released before. I went down and removed her panties. I placed her on
the bed. I licked her thighs and kissed them. I reached her lovely pussy
and I licked and sucked her clit. She was already too excited.

	"Please Joss, let's do it, I'm too excited." She lifted herself,
took the condon, and covered my shaft. I put myself on top of
her. Decidedly and slow I entered my dick in her body, she was so wet and
warm... We moaned with pleasure, as our climax was approaching; we were
only one body, rolling from side to other of the bed like a ball running,
mad and lost in pleasure. Our bodies stiffed, tightly united as only one
soul. That wonderful feeling came so strong that only our first time in
Cologne could be compared with it. She was now on top of me. Our kiss had
been broken. She then placed her head on my right shoulder. We remained
like that for a few minutes; it was the second "special one." We turned on
our sides as I noticed my dick softening.

	"Let's remove that stuff and be more comfortable. I got out,
cleaned and we again hugged but without entering her, only I wanted to
watch her, to kiss that lovely face and those little mountains. We remained
for some minutes and I think we got asleep, but we were conscious the time
was passing by and Nick and Peter also needed to express their
union. "Tonight we can complete our business, now let's shower, but I'm
going to lose the exquisite smell of your sweat as you brought with you.

	"It is better to be clean. I need to shower entirely because this
morning I didn't."

	"Maria, all my concerns are gone, they have faded out, I'm so glad
that I would start dancing and singing."

	"We cannot do that because Margaret is still sleeping, but we'll do
that if you feel like now. I do and am very happy; you are my happiness, my
heart." We were naked and I feared we might get into bed again; so, we went
to the bathroom and showered singing and joking. We finished, dressed and
hand in hand, we went downstairs slowly singing. Peter and Nick were
engaged and caressing each other visibly excited. Nick said:

	"What happened that you are so pleased and happy?"

	"Everything is gone, brothers, my angel came to rescue me from
sadness. She made the miracle."

	"In that case," Peter said, "Nick, let's the miracle happens again
with us, my little angel." He kissed Nick on the lips and both rushed
upstairs. For a strange coincidence, that day would be a great day for them
too. They locked their room, and as usual, Peter undressed Nick starting
making love. Nick lifted his legs in front of Peter and soon he entered
Nick's ring; in one minute they were united, Peter on top of Nick, said:
"Nick, I planned Sometime ago today as a special day, I thought it was
spoiled, but it is not."

	"What would it make so special, my friend?"

	"Nick, I love you more than I ever did to anybody. I want, if you
agree, we pronounce vows between us. I'm yours and you are mine. Nick, I'll
never love any man or any boy except you. I promise. Do you promise me the
same? Nick smiled at his friend still inside him, dragged his head, and
tenderly their mouths joined.

	"Peter, I'll love you forever, until I die; even if you don't like
me I'll continue with you. Please don't forget it.  You'll be my husband
forever, forever." He kissed again Peter and started their lovemaking until
they reached that wonderful and unforgettable climax. They finished and
Peter started caressing his lover, caressing Nick everywhere. He got up and
reached his trousers.

	"Nick, as you know, I have not much money, but I saved enough for
today special day. I bought these two rings to seal our union and
promises. Will you accept is my little wife or husband as you like
forever?"

	"I do Peter. From now on, I'll keep it and I'll tell you why. This
summer we'll go to Cologne; Granny will celebrate our union as she did with
Maria and Joss." He blushed and added, "of course, if you like that."

	"I like it very much; we'll not go to that stupid summer
camp. We'll talk to Granny. If you are enough satisfied now, let's go for a
shower and downstairs to meet our brothers. They showered and came
down. Maria and I went upstairs to wake Margaret up. She was already awake.

	"Good morning my princess, do you want to ride your horse?" She
giggled happily near asleep; she jumped on my back and we went to meet
Peter and Nick. She greeted Maria and Nick, and then she jumped on Peter's
lap.  She fixed her little black eyes on Peter and without turning her
head, she said:

	"Jossy, I have changed my mind, I'll marry Peter; he's the most
handsome boy in the world." She hanged her little arms around Peter's neck
and kissed him on the lips. Peter was so taken aback that he blushed like a
little boy; he was confused as he felt a stirring in his crotch. She jumped
from Peter's lap to Maria's as she was showing them her lost tooth. Peter
approached Joss and spoke slowly:

	"Joss, have you got some money with you? I have nothing."

	"What's that for?

	"Have you forgotten about the "little mouse Peres?"

	"Oh, yes. I got one Banknote that Granny gave me. I'll place it
under her pillow just now." I reached my room and I did it, and then I came
down. Peter then said:

	"Margaret, do you know that "little mouse Peres" gives a present to
the pretty little girl that loses her tooth?

	"Oh, yes. A friend of mine told me that, and I put it under my
pillow. Oh! I forgot to see it." She quickly left Maria's lap and rushed to
her room. A couple of minutes later came happily laughing and waiving the
note. "Look!  Look, what little mouse Peres has brought me! Thank you,
Peter, for reminding me that." She jumped onto Peter's lap and again kissed
him on the lips. Peter flushed and felt that strange stirring in his
groins. She then noticed the injury on my face. "Jossy, what happened to
your face, you have been hurt, and how it happened to you? I was
embarrassed but Nick came to my rescue:

	"Margaret, did you see on TV the cartoon how sometimes the
squirrels run downstairs turning and turning until they got stopped down?"

	"Oh yes, many times, it is very funny, she laughed innocently."

	"Well, yesterday we were going down from the library, Joss got a
false step and came until the end of the stairs and fell on the carpet."

	"Was he?" She started laughing thinking about the cartoon. Her
clean and innocent laugh contaminated to all of us; then she said: Peter,
Joss, let's play to that ring as in the school that is so funny.

	"Yes," I said, "Let's sing and play outside." All hand in hand
moved near the swimming pool and started playing to that old child ring
that jumps up and down and go and continue. We were so engulfed in the play
that we did not notice how Mom entered, she took my hand, and Maria's and
joined the ring. Immediately Dad took Margaret and Peter's hands and joined
our play. That was for sure a memorable day to remember.  When we were
tired of playing Mom called Mother Louise and John to join us for lunch;
but she was already engaged and John was not there, but she said they would
come later during the afternoon. Mom hugged me:

	"Joss, we are so happy..."

	"Mom, forget it, it is gone forever, please forget it."
Nevertheless, she knew that something or someone has made the miracle.

	"Who is the angel?"

	"All helped, but there are two special angels that did their best:
one with her love and the other with her innocence." I extended my arms and
I motioned to Maria and Margaret to join us. Mom and Dad hugged Maria and
Margaret jumped to Dad's arms:

	"Dad, Mom, do you know? I have changed again my mind, now I'm going
to marry Peter, he is very handsome, and besides, he helped me to find
little mouse Peres' present; Joss has kept it for me. Dad and Mom gazed
each other, with so many problems they had forgotten about it. I explained
to them how it happened.

That was a wonderful day of happiness; Mother Louise and John arrived and
brought pyjamas for Maria and Peter that had forgotten them. We never used
these garments but we had to keep forms as Granny used to say. The day was
over, Mother Louise and John returned, we said goodnights and went to bed
to enjoy another lovemaking night of happiness.


CHAPTER 44
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Monday was there with all gossips in the school related to last Friday's
fight; in our grades all expected something; however, nothing happened
except that the coach called some boys that witnessed the fight. He
questioned them, too; but he told them not to release anything.

Tuesday also passed with no news, but we were aware that things would not
be left out like that. On the first break on Wednesday, a boy came telling
me that I must go to the Principal's office. I was scared, but I thought
that I had nothing to fear about; the episode had dashed from my memory. I
entered his office; his secretary used the interphone:

	"Sir, Joss von Kempt is here." She opened the door to let me
in. The other boy was already there; I felt pity for him, his face still
showed the swollen lip. Then the principal, an old man over sixty years
old, summoned us.

	"Well gentlemen, you have behaved as street boys, ignoring your
family and our school education. I have a report here that, I believe,
reflects what happened. He read the summary of it and asked the other boy.

	"Williams, do you agreed that what is reflected here is the truth?"
The boy answered with head bowed and almost as a pray.

	"Yes sir, not in details, but that was what happened."

	"Joss, do you also agree with what I have read?" It was true, the
coach, or whoever prepared the report showed, not in details, what really
happened, I answered.

	"Yes, sir, I do." He then continued:

	"You make easy this meeting. I suppose you have realised that this
is a grave incident, only due to your excellent backgrounds and that it is
the first time, we are going to give a different consideration as it
deserved. I will not say that you shake your hands and everything would be
forgotten. First, because I'm too old and I know this would solve nothing,
and things would remain the same; and second, because such..." He tried to
say something different, but he continued. "Problems need some time to
heal. However, some steps must be taken in order to prevent this happens
again. Your names will be deleted from the Rolling List and your pictures
removed from the Honour Pad, no matter what you do to improve your
conduct." He paused. I felt it as a blow on my face; but I knew, in spite
of being the offended party, I deserved some punishment but not equal. He
continued. "If this action was to be repeated, the problem would be
referred to the general board, and could imply even the expulsion from this
school..." He watched we were almost trembling, immediately
added. "However, to delete your names and to remove your pictures will take
a month from today; that means that if during that time you forget your
mutual offences and sincerely decide to shake hands in this office, the
School would forget this unpleasant incident and this report would be
destroyed. Am I clear gentlemen?" Both at unison answered.

	"Yes, sir.

	"In that case, it is up to you to decide. Please, Joss, you can
return to your duties."

	"Thank you, sir. Good mornings." I left. I was not content but I
could do nothing to amend it. A couple of minutes later I saw Williams also
coming out; probably the director did not want to risk we could meet in our
way out. During lunch, we slowly discussed it, and all school, especially
our grades were talking about it.  It was an injustice, I believed, but
those were the facts. As soon as Williams left, we could observe that the
coach was also being called to the director's office.

	"Please, John, shut the door and seat down." Once the door was
closed, the Principal continued: "John, it has been very hard telling this
to these smart boys; the hardest moment during all my academic long life. I
took decisions like this in the past, fortunately not many times, however
not with boys like these ones."

	"I feel much the same as you feel sir, but our main problem is that
we are being unfair with Joss; this may cause criticisms and problems in
case it reaches the School General Board and if the boys continue hating
each other. I suppose that you are aware of that. Except a few, the
majority of boys of these three grades don't speak to Williams, all have
sympathy on Joss."

	"I feared that and I know it, but we must act right from the
beginning as we have done if we want to stop this kind of conducts. I'm
still more concerned because I have known that Joss and his brother
Nicholas are karate black belt masters within their age. I still wonder why
he didn't use his abilities to knock down Williams without being touched."

	"Well, I can explain it. Amongst the karate fighters, they can use
all possible tricks, but not with a novice; that would have been dishonour
for a black belt master. I know it because the same rules apply in some
other martial disciplines. However, not all the time and not all the
fighters fulfil this rule."

	"Thanks, John for your valuable help. I hope that this headache
ends soon."

	"I hope so too. Good day sir." He left the office.

During the following weeks, Williams and I ignored each other; we played
soccer together, but our mouths were shut. Peter was not satisfied, he was
and still is a very quiet person but determined and brave; so two and a
half weeks later, when it seemed everyone had forgotten the incident, a
Wednesday during a break in his grade, he took Williams aside to a yard
corner where no one could hear him, then Peter said:

	"Williams, I don't forget and forgive so easy offences. We didn't
offend you or your family; however, you did to my sister gravely, and to my
friend's country. Now I'm going to say something. For your own sake and
safety, don't offend us again or I promise I'll kill you; you are warned."
Williams got white. He then answered Peter:

	"Peter, I'm not chickening out. You may or you may not believe me,
but I have regretted very much what I did. I'm awfully sorry about it, in
spite I got the worst. I felt terribly miserable, and even more when Joss
was punished the same as I was. It was entirely unfair, but we were not
allowed to argue to the Principal." Peter did not expect that. Williams was
speaking with his head bent down. "I... I would be very happy if you could
accept my apologies." Peter looked at him very carefully, and then, after a
prolonged silence he said:

	"Williams, it seems you are an honest boy and I'm not eager of any
revenge, therefore, if that is true, please forget my words and here you
are the hand of a friend to shake." Williams was stunned; he did not expect
that reaction from Peter, he glowed and shook Peter's hand tightly.

	"Thank you very much, Peter, it's very kind of you."

	"You are welcome." They smiled and then started to return, Williams
added:

	"Peter may... may... I ask you for great favour?"

	"Of course, if I can help you."

	"Please, I... I... would like to apology Joss. I offended him
seriously; however,
 proportionally he got the worst part. I'm ashamed..."

	"Williams, you are an honest guy and I'm sure Joss will be glad
accepting your apologies."

	"Are... are you sure Peter?" He stammered.

	"Absolutely, Williams. Joss is probably one of the best men of this
school, and he's one of my best friends."

	"I'll do it in public, if necessary."

	"That honours you, though I don't think it is necessary. He isn't
that kind of men that like to humiliate others.  I have told you he is one
of the best boys in the school; you'll be able to verify by yourself. Let
me handle it, Williams. I'm glad you took that decision. We can be
friends." Williams immediately answered.

	"Of course Peter thanks again." Peter left, and Williams went to a
lonely corner of the long yard.  Tears were now dribbling along his cheeks,
as his soul was emptying its pain; he did not like anyone could see him
crying like a baby, though he could not stop it; he felt now very
happy. They returned to their duties. Both boys were glad that their young
hearts decided to get an end of hate and misunderstandings. Later that
evening Peter and I met on the bus, he told me all about the encounter.

	"Peter, I think it is time to end this nasty business, I don't hate
him, and since Maria forgave him I'm absolutely open to accept his
apologies. I don't want to make a show of all of this in public; it seems
she is a good boy but had a bad moment. What do you suggest?"

	"The day after tomorrow is Friday. During the morning, we'll have
the next soccer match preparation with the coach. You could delay your
showers and be the last ones; then meet in the lockers room alone."

	"That will be fine. Please talk to him. This will give us time to
present our mutual apologies to the Principal."  I told it at home and I
phoned Maria; she was glad to hear that news. Nick hugged me and the same
did Dad and Mom. So on Friday, as planned, I got out the shower, I was
dressing when he also came with his towel around his waist. He started
dressing and I could observe he was nervous because his towels dropped when
he was dragging up his underwear. He approached me with doubt.

	"Joss, I told Peter..." I interrupted him saying with a giggle:

	"You better finish dressing, someone watching you like that could
think erroneously..." This broke the ice, he finished dressing, and then he
walked up to me and bluntly said.

	"Joss, I'm very sorry about what I said, I ask you, please, to
accept my apologies. I don't know what happened to me; but believe me, I'm
not that kind of man. You have the perfect right to reject my apologies
since there was not any reason to offend you and your friend..." I
interrupted him."

	"Williams, please, don't continue. You look like a good man and I'm
not a man of revenge. If you are sincere, here you are my hand; let's be
friends from now on." I noticed a blur in his eyes. We shook hands and then
giggling I added: "I think we should go into the Principal's office before
he gets rid of our names and pictures; we never know what an old man can
think and do." His face beamed and I felt tremendous happiness.

	"Joss, thank you very much indeed, I hope to have the opportunity
to demonstrate what I have said."

	"Williams, you don't need to do so, I believe you. Come on, boy,
let's go." He was flushing in content.  We went out laughing; many boys
opened their mouth in disbelief. We entered the director's office and asked
his secretary whether we could see him. She used the interphone:

	"Sir, William Lopez, and Joss von Kempt want to see you."  We heard
thru the machine:

	"Come in boys." We opened the door and entered, leaving the door
ajar, he did not motion us to close it; both wanted his secretary could
hear, that was the best way she could spread the news.

	"Well boys, it seems by your faces that everything is
forgotten. "We at unison answered:

	"Yes sir, it is." We shook hands in his presence.

	"In that case my best congratulations to you both." He also shook
our hands and continued: "I never doubted that two of my best students
could be spoiled." He extracted from a yellow envelope the report, put his
lighter on and burnt it down on a tray. "Thank you for your help. I think
this evening will be one of the happiest in my life. Have a nice weekend my
boys."

	"Thank you, sir, for the same to you." We rushed downstairs as two
good pals.

	"Have a nice weekend Joss and thanks again."

	"The same to you Williams. There's nothing to thank about, friend."
Each one went to his duties with our young souls full of happiness.

That weekend was fantastic; Maria and Peter came home, and as usual, we
loved each other and had a good time.  The following week we played soccer
against another school, theoretically better than we were, since almost all
boys were over fourteen, and we played in their school; however, Peter,
Nick and Williams made an excellent first half and our goalkeeper
maintained the score zero. In the second half, the coach made two changes
and Alfred and I entered the field, we received clear instructions from the
coach. Peter and I as stronger ones, should stop two men of fifteen, we did
well and this gave the opportunity to Williams and Nick to speed, putting
the score 0-2 that we maintained until the end. It was so great that we
hugged each other when I hugged Williams I said:

	"I did know you were an excellent man and player."

	"With friends like you, we can get anything." He was right, we
ended as champions of our soccer league and a great friendship downed
between us that still last, not as close as within our gang, but still a
good friendship.

Time elapsed quickly, summer came, and we prepared for the trip to
Cologne. Granny said that she wanted all of us, that meant Peter and Maria,
otherwise, she would not come to Spain next winter; but she needed not to
say it because I would never travel to anywhere without my little wife, the
same Nick; so all of us went there.

Peter had started learning German and we promise ourselves to speak only in
that language meanwhile we were abroad, and we did. We spent a good time in
Germany, making trips to several parts of the country and long walks along
the riverbank hand in hand. After a week, during a raining afternoon, Mom
and Dad went out to pay a visit to some friends. Margaret was in a near
room playing with her toys. Granny decided to celebrate Peter and Nick
wedding. She did the ceremony in the same terms she did to us, then she
offered her room to them for the whole week. She told Mom and Dad that she
wanted Nick with her during that week.  We hugged and kissed them with
congratulations.

One raining afternoon after their wedding, Maria and I were petting each
other amorously saying tender words, as it is normal in a couple that was
in love; Granny was making some knitting. I saw Peter approaching and I
observed something in his face, a sad spark, not as if he disapproved our
petting, but rather as envy; it was so quick... he changed immediately. I
said nothing to Maria and I did not see that again, but my heart told me
that something was wrong with him.

Time went by. Peter was in high school that first year. Granny came on the
1st of December to spend winter in our country. Christmas passed and again
our birthday, mine 14 and Nick 13. We had grown a lot; Nick seemed the same
age as I was; girls in the school sighed for him, however, Nick only had
eyes for Peter. When Maria got her 14th birthday, we celebrated it. She was
so beautiful and I was so in love with my little wife that I could not be
separated from her. I was anxious that some months passed to get into high
school; now with the new democracy, the way of life had relaxed, it was
normal watching teenagers kissing or hand in hand in high school, of
course, that was not allowed in lower school. Christmas went by and a new
birthday, mine 15th and Nick 14th.

Some weeks before summer holidays, a Saturday evening after dinner, we were
on the large sofa chatting all of us; then I saw a large envelope on the
table, I asked Dad just in case it was a special paper from his office:

	"Dad, is that yours?"

	"Oh yes, I forgot it, I brought it to work on it during this
weekend, it is a project for a building near the University, I must prepare
all changes in order that next Monday the secretaries can typewrite it
again."

	"Typewrite it again?"

	"Yes, why does this surprise you?"

	"Does it mean that if you make an error or want to add something
you must rewrite it again all document thru?"

	"Well not exactly. If we find some free space on the next pages we
can do only up to that point; if not, yes.  We must rewrite it all
again. Believe me, that's the nastiest part of our job." Maria gazed at me;
she knew immediately what I was thinking about. I continued:

	"Just one more question, Dad. Are all projects the same?"

	"No. With some variants we can make groups; let's say, buildings,
road works, bridges, etc. The most common are buildings; with some variants
can be the same. However, as you may understand, there aren't two buildings
the same, except for Government when we design schools to be built thru the
country. We are now working on a program to build a lot of new schools in
all regions, all under the same patterns."

	"Dad, why don't you make those projects with a computer? You could
save a lot of typewriting and make projects quicker and look nicer."

	"Computer? As far as I know, all my colleagues do the same. I
support the use of new technologies, but in this case, I'm sorry, I don't
know how to handle it."

	"Lovely. Dad, I think that this team can help you. It would be hard
work that might take some months to develop, but..." He interrupted me:

	"Which team, Joss?"

	"We can do that job, Dad. We have the best computers in the market
and are not so bad on it.  Probably it won't be so fantastic, but I'm sure
we can save ninety per cent of that nasty work." He looked astonished as I
continued: "Peter, Nick, Maria, I think we can develop a Lotus file with
all calculations and Word Star for the text.  We can develop a little
program that can make the link between them." Maria added:

	"We also need a database, to introduce all possible variants,"
Peter added:

	"It won't be a large database of thousands of registers, so it
could be also used Lotus database; the program works perfectly linking
different files." Nick also added:

	"Yes, that's a good idea, because the computer's memory is a
problem if we divide the work into different files that problem could be
solved..." Dad again interrupted us.

	"Lady and gentlemen, it seems as if you were working on it, I don't
understand a single word about what you are talking about."

	"We are not working on that Dad, but we think we can do that job
for you."

	"But you are in the school; you need your time to relax and to live
your own life. I'm not so selfish to put my children to work..." Mom
interrupted him:

	"David please, leave them to decide; they know their own capacity."
Then I said:

	"We can work it out during summer; there's only one problem, we are
running short of time, therefore the visit to Cologne must be reduced to
one week and the team must live together with the whole summer, either here
or in Maria's, or alternatively. Here is quieter." All of us knew what that
would mean, and Dad, too. Dad then said:

	"This is businesslike, therefore, first, if you do that, I'll pay
you back its worth, and second we must discuss it with Mother Louise and
John. Do you agree?"

	"Yes." We answered at unison. Then I added: "This first program
will be limited to building's that's the most common and we would need a
copy of a project to take as a model."

	"Being aware of your good ideas and intentions I'll advance you
something. This summer we'll go to Cologne all together and I'll take you
to visit Austria and the Netherlands, or any other place. I leave you to
decide what time you want to spend and where to go. Now Mom and I are going
for a visit to a friend of ours; we leave you with Margaret."

We received his confirmation and started working in the project. We looked
for the advice of our teacher and he offered himself to supervise the
task. When the program finished, we would make a trial before given it to
Dad's office. We suggested Dad buy a new computer and to appoint someone
capable to be trained on that job. We suggested our teacher could give the
training being paid for his work; he accepted. We worked very hard but we
enjoyed it because we spent the whole summer together. The job was finished
and Dad paid us so well that at that moment we did not know what to do with
so large amount of money. Margaret was the happiest being all day around us
and asking many questions. She was then a pretty 9y/o girl, still without
any signal of puberty; she had strong around legs and large size feet for
her age, the same as used to be Maria. Dad said she was going to be a tall
woman since a tall building needs strong foundations. He was true; time
would demonstrate it.


CHAPTER 45
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We organized a party to celebrate the final of our work; inviting all our
gang friends, we preferred to be alone, though Dad said they must attend a
meeting. We spent a great evening at the annexe. Alfred, Johnny and the
twins being free from someone watching, they kissed and fondled happily,
taking care not to be very expressive when Margaret and her friends were
around, though my little sister was very clever. Besides, they wanted to
watch adults really kissing and not as in the movies, so it was difficult
to get that goal.  Peter and Nick stayed chatting and making projects under
the Holm tree, their hands entwined, being careful with the little
children.

The evening was over, and our friends left. Nick and Peter remained in the
living room and Maria and I went to our room. She was now with that beauty
that glows in the change from girl to woman, or at least I saw like that,
gloriously beautiful. She was very tall for a girl of her age and yet she
had not finished growing, according to our MD. She undressed me slowly
because always wanted to see me hard and uncontrolled while she did it. It
was difficult for me to resist, and before she ended her task, I was
stripping her furiously. She laughed and enjoyed watching me so excited. A
usual, we made a quick love without entering her because we wanted the
second part relaxed. We had made our own qualification of our lovemaking
moments: special, first and second-class. Of course, it much depended on
circumstantial events because we wanted all to be special. Maria used to
say that our sex time was as a banquette; the first and quicker part was
the desserts; the second part was the main course, and the third part, our
relaxing, was sweet. She had a glorious imagination.

That night, once we had gone thru the first part, she cleaned my chest of
all my cream. She at her almost 15 y/o was beautiful. I loved those breasts
and to suck them; she squirmed in delight as I put her nipples in my
mouth. I could not stop sucking her hard breasts; they were not big but
medium size. She tilted her head back and I took the opportunity to nibble
her neck; I was very hard and wanting to loge my cock in her pussy; I got
up trying to go to the nightstand to reach for a preservative, she lovingly
said:

	"My sweetheart, you don't need it." She surprised me.

	"Are you joking? We cannot risk conceiving a baby."

	"What a lovely word, my hawk, but you don't need it."

	"You mean..."

	"Yes, I'm taking the pill again since a month ago." She was
giggling.

	"What a wicked wife you are!" I said laughing. "I have been the
whole month using that nasty rubber."

	"You needed it. I had to be one hundred per cent sure, and that is
during the second month. I suffered as you did, but now I'm going to
compensate you." Laughing she reached me from my hips and dragged on top of
her.  She took my dick and guided it to her entrance. As on the other two
"special" times before, we became mad in our lovemaking as two snakes,
rolling from one side to other on the bed. I stood up from the bed with her
legs clenched around my waist, our mouths together, again on the bed until
that wonderful feeling exploded within our bodies.  Yes, it was the third
"special" climax since we married!  Now we were in the sweet part of the
banquette.

	"I'll never stop loving you. I'm as a female tiger; I'll kill with
my paws anyone who tries to steal my love from you." She was so pretty...

	"I love you too, my sweetheart. Sometimes I start thinking if this
time will have an end, but I repeat once again, that it will last the same
forever. Maria, you have made me the happiest boy in the world during these
four years." I kissed her sweetly caressing her hair. A few minutes later,
we were sleep. It was unusual but in the morning, I woke up when I felt my
lips slightly pressed with a tender kiss; Maria was resting on her right
elbow watching me. I extended my arms and embraced my little wife-girl.

	"Good morning, what are you thinking about? She had moved the sheet
down and our bodies were naked and uncovered in late summer warm
temperature.

	"I woke up half an hour ago and I started watching you. I was
wondering how lucky I am, how protected by you I feel, what a handsome
husband I have; in short, how lucky I have been since I gave my first kiss
of love to you." She was serious. "Sometimes I'm scared that something
could happen and this gets an end. Joss, my young boy, I would not
withstand it, I wouldn't be brave enough and strong to resist it without
you..." She was close to sob; wondering which dream she had had because I
thought better not to ask. Tenderly I rubbed her smooth face reassuring my
love. I took her face between my hands, as she liked to do with mine:

	"Maria, we are young, let's live our youth and enjoy it. Please
don't speculate about what can happen; I'll die of sadness if I start
thinking about it. I prefer to see our future together, with some happy and
loved children around us, even when we are very old and our bodies are not
so pretty. For me, you'll be as pretty as you are in these moments. Please,
think like that because I'll adore you forever with all my devotion." She
said nothing but hugged me, kissing my neck, then my ears, and then started
licking sucking my nipples, and in one minute we were tightly united in
body and soul until a great climax arrived.

Something different was happening in the next room. Peter and Nick had made
love until late in the evening. Peter had woken and again drifted to
sleep. In his dream, he was making love to Nick; however, Nick was not a
boy but a lovely girl; he had beautiful breasts that he was licking and
sucking, as his blue eyes were watching him. His blond hair spread over his
sweating face. Nick was so appealing and happy telling him "Peter, I'll
love you forever; you are my husband, I'll die if you don't like me." Them
he was answering: "I'll do to you forever my blond wife; no one will stop
me caring you." His cock needed to unite to Nick now that he was a girl; he
entered him. Nick was so beautiful as he was being fucked... That nice and
strong feeling arrived as he woke up and spurted his abundant load on Nick
thighs that was rock asleep.

He was now lying on his back as he watched that gorgeous figure near
him. He felt ashamed, depressed, and miserable. Why he dreamt like that? He
was gay, and he loved Nick! He made a vow to love him forever and he was
determined to fulfil it! In front of him was the most delicious being that
he could imagine. In spite of being 14 y/o, he was still a child with a
pitchy voice that he adored; smooth skin and only a few pubes on his
crotch, and with the most oval pretty face he ever watched. He did not want
him to change! Why of those thoughts that tormented him lately? Why he
found himself looking at his own sister when she was tenderly caressing
Joss? Sometimes he found himself empty, longing for something that he could
not determine.

On the other hand, he felt ashamed when Margaret jumped on his lap and
kissed him. He eagerly wanted to return the kiss. Most of the times, if she
remained on his lap, his cock got very hard; fortunately stacked to his
belly that no one could notice. He did not want that, but his body went in
a different way. Why? Was he as perverted that liked little girls? "Oh no
my God! I cannot be like that; I hate people who hurt little children! I
feel miserable!" He felt gay because he loved and enjoyed with Nick. Yet,
that was also strange; he never wanted to be with another man, he also
liked to make reciprocal love to other boys, but... "My God, what is
happening to me?" Those were his thoughts in those moments of silence and
contemplation.

Tears came to his eyes as he watched his beautiful boy sleeping peacefully
ignoring all his feelings.  He loved Nick and he would never betray
him. Nick, as usual, was erect, Peter smiled saying to himself. "When won't
he be erected?" He slowly stroked that straight pole. Nick in his dream
moaned, but suddenly opened his blue eyes:

	"Good morning, my love," Peter said. Nick extended his arms to him.

	"Good morning, my handsome husband." What time is it?

	"It is almost dawn, time to make love to the prettiest creature of
the world." Nick smiled happily as he hugged his lover.

	"Yes, you are always welcomed into me." Peter caressed his friend
trying that Nick could not notice he had been sobbing. In those instants,
all his thoughts dashed away. "No," Peter said to himself. "It was only a
dream, Nick is my lover and I'll be his forever." They started caressing
each other tenderly at first, and hungrily later until their bodies were
exhausted with the pleasure. They drifted to sleep again in a tight
embrace.

An hour later, Peter woke up, his sleep was out, he remained watching the
ceiling; again, those strange thoughts came to his mind; he tilted his head
to one side to dash them away. The sun was rising and a warm morning was
in. He decided that with a good exercise would feel better. He got up and
wore a swimming trunk, took a gown and went to the swimming pool. When
passing in front of our room he could hear a very light noise of our
lovemaking, he instinctively sighed.

Maria and I had observed how embarrassed Peter felt whenever Margaret
kissed him; fortunately, she was very smart and did it when Dad or Mom
wasn't there. That morning I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for
Margaret and us; normally Peter and Nick used to come down later, but I saw
Peter swimming, making long and powerful strokes; he was a good swimmer and
it was not strange finding him in there. I completed the tray and left it
on a low table in the living room; I adored those mornings. As usual, Maria
and I went to wake Margaret up, I tickled her, and she extended her little
arms and kissed me, then to Maria:

	"My princess, your horse is ready, are you going to ride it?" She
giggled contentedly.

	"Yes I am; but you, my page boy must do things properly, otherwise
I'll complain to the king, my father."  We laughed as I kneeled, she jumped
on my back and I took her to the living room, she then added: "Sure I'll
complain my father, page boy."

	"Why, my princess?"

	"Why? I have told you many times that I want my husband waiting for
me when I come down." I gazed at Maria and I watched her stare at me, she
knew what I was going to say:

	"Margaret, darling, you are a little girl, and you must realise
that perhaps Peter doesn't want your kisses."  She looked at us puzzled but
not surprised.

	"How do you know that? I love him and I'm sure he loves me." I was
serious and tenderly I asked her.

	"Has he told you that?"

	"No, he hasn't, but I know he loves me." She insisted.

	"But darling, Peter..." She interrupted me.

	"I know he married Nick, I'm not silly, I watched that in Cologne;
but never mind, I worship him."

We did not want to argue with Margaret because I knew I would not get any
success, so I preferred not giving much importance.

	"Ok honey, but please, don't kiss him when Nick or Dad is
present. Will you do that for me? She realised she had won and smiled.

	"Ok, Jossy." She caressed my hair. "May I use your computer as you
taught me?  I want to write a letter to Rosy; she's in a summer camp."

	"Ok, darling, you know how to log on, don't you?"

	"Oh yes, I had a good teacher." She was not referring to me, but to
Peter that enjoyed teaching her or her friends when we were not working; he
did not mind to lose any time with her. That even increased Margaret's
affection for Peter, he was very patient with children and she loved
someone's dedications to her.  On the other hand, Peter was powerless when
the little angel asked him anything. Peter came from swimming dressed in
the gown; he kissed Maria.

	I'm hungry, sister. Can I have something?" Maria adored her brother
and enjoyed doing things for him like a little mother since they were
children, so she got up and went to the kitchen. Margaret heard him and ran
downstairs, her plaits dangling, throwing herself into Peter's arms, and
hanging from his neck; then she kissed him on the lips. I observed how
Peter blushed. He hugged her, and tenderly stroked her back and hair.

	"You have a long hair, Margaret, I enjoyed a lot when my sister
Maria had it alike."

	"Did you? Then I'll leave it even longer." She said
flirtatiously. At that moment, Maria arrived with a tray with breakfast for
her brother. Peter placed tenderly Margaret aside and started eating his
food.  Margaret pecked him on the cheek:

	"I must finish my letter to Rosy before my friends come to play."
He jumped and ran to my room.  Maria knew that since Sometime back, her
brother had something, she had commented me but I did not observe anything
strange, of course, she was more sensible than I was, especially regarding
her brother.  Peter ended his breakfast and then Maria said:

	"Peter, brother, what's the matter with you?" I was surprised, but
Peter seemed as if he was waiting for that question.

	"Me? Nothing Maria, nothing."

	"Are you sure?" Peter kept silence for a couple of minutes; then he
mumbled.

	"Even I don't know myself, Maria. I'm terribly confused. I like
Nick more than anything in this world, but, but... sorry I can't, I can't."

	"Peter, what you can't? Please, please." We cherished Peter and he
knew it. He stared at us, he was not crying but streams of tears were
dribbling down his cheeks. He finally said in a sad voice:

	"Maria, Joss, I don't know... but I'm ashamed; I'm terribly
confused. Since Sometime ago, I have found myself looking at girls when
they are kissing, even when you are caressing each other. I feel something
in my pit.  Why? Why? I'm homo; I know this because I enjoy being with
Nick, making love to him.  When I see him everything dash away, he is my
soul, my life... everything; however, those thoughts return again, even in
dreams." I stared at Maria, our eyes met and, as usual, the transmission
told me to go ahead.

	"Peter, you aren't homosexual anymore, even I believe you never
were."

	"But I only like to make love to Nick; and in the past, only to
boys of our own age. How can you explain it?

	"Peter, do you think am I gay?"

	"Of course, you aren't."

	"I did the same as you did, you may remember. Did you have the
opportunity to make love to a girl?"

	"Well, I never wanted, I had my Nick. I didn't need anyone else. He
is the only one that matters to me. I deeply love him, how can I..." Maria
then intervened:

	"Peter, you must tell him." He opened his mouth with an expression
of pain and disbelief.

	"Tell him? Tell what, Maria? That I'm not gay anymore? That I'll
leave him? That I will not caress him anymore? Are you mad? He is my life;
I'm nothing without him. I have been so happy these years..."

	"Not necessarily Peter. You are confusing love with sex. If you
like him, why do you need to leave him?  You may want to be with him, love
him, and even being a happy couple. However, you have to realise that
eventually, the sex of your relationship will get to an end. Only affection
will be able to keep the bond between you two.  Nevertheless, you well know
that lovemaking is the greatest expression of it. You must be honest with
him and with yourself. He is my brother and I know him; he will
understand."

	"No Joss, no! I can't. I want to be with him, supporting and caring
him, even if it is necessary..." He paused.  "I'm trapped in those
beautiful blue eyes. He doesn't deserve my rejection. He's the loveliest
and best boy I ever met. I'll adore him forever! Forever! Do you
understand?" Now, he, the strong and brave man was close to crying.  Maria
hugged her dear brother.

	"Peter, you must tell him. He doesn't deserve your lies as you
don't deserve to be unhappy. Please, Peter, tell him!" Maria insisted
wiping her brother's cheeks. We kept silence meanwhile we were hearing
Margaret singing upstairs playing with her toys. Then we saw Nick coming
down.

	"Good morning, my brothers. Good morning again, Peter." Peter stood
up, hugged his lover tenderly. Nick observed his Peter's red eyes.

	"Peter..." Before he could articulate any word, Peter kissed Nick
tenderly, then took his hand and dragged him upstairs. They entered their
room and closed the door. Peter hugged Nick again, and then they sat on the
bed's edge.

	"Nick, I love you more than my own life, do you believe me?"

	"You don't need to tell me that Peter, I know it." Then slowly
Peter said:

	"Nick, I have had problems lately, Joss and Maria are right, I
should have told it to you before, but, but... I was terrible at you might
not love me..." Nick interrupted him and looked into Peter's large black
eyes.

	 "Peter, I'll never stop adoring you, it doesn't matter what
happens to us. Please! Please, tell me what your worries are."  Peter told
Nick all his dreams and new feelings, and he listened quietly; when he
finished Nick hugged him. "Peter, I'm not silly, I have noticed this, here
and when we were in Germany, but I didn't mind as far as you loved me and
were with me." Peter could not believe what he was hearing. He had been
suffering all that time... Why he did not tell him before? He embraced and
kissed Nick repeatedly.

	"Oh, my sweet Nick!  I'll worship you forever. I was so scared that
you might reject me if I told you... I don't know; I was mad. I couldn't
bear not having those beautiful blue eyes in front of me. When I am with
you everything dashes out from my mind, nothing matters except you. I'll
fulfil my vow, my little wife."

	"I don't mind anything if you love me, Peter, even if you sometimes
don't want to make love to me, I'll understand it. It won't be you, but the
Nature of your body." He caressed Nick tenderly; dragged him to the bed and
started stripping him out without leaving their kiss. Nick also took Peter
to him and undressed him.

	"Nick, I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel you inside me, my
pretty lover." He wanted to demonstrate to himself that he was gay. Only
making love would make it. They started caressing, Nick straddled Peter,
then kissed and sucked his dimples, the erect nipples, and the navel. He
slid down engulfing Peter cock. Peter wanted to suck his friend too, so he
motioned Nick to turn around to make a 69.  Peter took in his hands those
hard and smooth cheeks, rubbing them meanwhile Nick's cock was on his
chest; soon he raised his bum and eagerly swallowed Nick's. Both were
breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure.

	"Please Nick, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. I don't need
any vaseline, only your saliva and my precum will be enough."

	"But I may hurt you."

	"It doesn't matter." Nick did not argue. He raised himself sat on
Peter's chest. Peter reached his shoulders from the back and dragged Nick
to him, sucking his earlobes and his neck. They were extremely excited and
close to a new wonderful climax. Nick jumped from the bed and contemplated
his lover on his glorious glamour. They wanted to last that moment forever,
however, their bodies were asking for a release.  Nick raised Peter's leg
up to his shoulders; he squeezed his long prick and smeared all his precum
on the top and shaft. He guided his pole to the sacred entrance and pushed
half of it inside Peter's hole. Peter yelled in pain, Nick stopped.

	"Have I hurt you?"

	"Not much, my blond angel; please continue and don't stop; now it
is gone."

Peter could not resist his emotions: how could he reject this gorgeous boy?
He thought. "I love you, my blond boy."  He murmured as he raised his hips,
stretched his rectum's muscles, and started to spurt wads of semen that
landed on his chest. Nick gave a final thrust smashing his balls against
Peter's cheeks, leaving his load inside his lover. He collapsed on top of
him breathing at unison. Peter hugged his boy and kissed him repeatable. He
then took apart Nick's locks still wet, pecking him on the forehead.

	"I'll be always yours, Nick; forever." They remained quiet and in
silence probably for ten minutes or more.  Their young bodies were again
refilled and then they made again passionately love as if the world would
finish in half an hour. They ended and after showering again, went
downstairs to meet Maria and me happily smiling with the reassurance on his
love.  They hugged us tenderly. "Thanks, Maria; thanks Joss; you were
right, honesty makes things easier. Nick was aware of my changes, but we
are lovers and will never stop being so." Nick then held Peter hands in
his:

	"We like one another, and from now on whenever we have temptation,
before falling in it, we'll fetch the other telling him, and then we may
ascertain how our feelings are."

	"It is not a bad idea. Sure, we'll receive temptations along our
lives from other persons. The only way to take those thoughts aside is
always to be together and be honest with each other, making love is the
best method to get rid of them."

	"I do agree with you, Maria. That'll be our procedure." I caressed
my little wife. We started chatting about many other things.

That night Nick woke up near dawn. Peter was peacefully sleeping near him
naked; he observed his lover's body, now with strong signals of getting
into a man. How he loved that boy! However, he was strong but realistic and
knew that eventually, Mother Nature would separate Peter from him. When
would it happen?  Nobody knew it, so he thought why was he to advance
events? He will wait; meantime would enjoy that great love with his Peter!
Life is beautiful, so let's live it as best as we can. He gave a light peck
on Peter's neck and drifted to sleep spooned to his boyfriend; his long
pole erected stacked thru Peter's thighs.


CHAPTER 46
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A few years later, I was 17 and Nick 16. During the summer, we were in
Cologne spending our month of holidays with Granny. The last day before our
departure back to Spain, we received a call from our cousin David; he
talked with Dad telling that our grandpa had passed away. The funeral and
burial would take place the following day; this near spoiled our last night
in Germany. We prepared everything and Mom bought two black ties for Nick
and me; we argued but Dad convinced us. Surely, they did not expect us
because Dad's sister was surprised when we met them at the large church's
entrance. David and Lucia received us happily, we hugged them. She looked
at Nick and hugged him again with a sigh. David said:

	"Sorry Uncle David, but I felt in the obligation to call you since
I knew none of them, including my own father, would do it."

	"David, as usual, you have better judgment than my brother and
sister. Please forget it."

Following the protocol, we lightly kissed our aunt and uncle, we did not do
it to our other cousins and they stared at us with hate. Most of the people
assisting to the funeral were Dad's friends and customers; that was what
our stupid aunt feared; she would lose to be the protagonist. Well... to be
honest, I think Nick was the real star. I could watch how many persons
stared at him, especially Lucia; for her, that day was a feast, since she
was hand in hand with Nick until we returned home.

David continued visiting us at least once a month from the moment he was 14
y/o, most of the times towing his sister, though his main objective was
Alfred's sister, his girlfriend. We all liked him; he showed to be a great
and intelligent boy. As time went by, he entered the University to become
an Architect; he joined there Peter, and two years later Nick. That even
increased his parents' hate to us breaking the only link existing between
our two families.

Time quickly passed. That year Granny bought thru Dad a large flat in
Madrid, near the University; she said that it was as an investment. Next
year Peter left the school for the College to become an Architect; Nick
felt alone during the week, but they met regularly, either at home or at
Peter's home. The following year all gang, except Nick went to the
University; Maria and I, to Medicine's College; Alfred to Economic and
Finance; and Johnny to Law, and later to Politic and Science College. In
parallel, Alfred worked with his father in a great bank.

After a couple of weeks, Maria and I understood that our current studies
gave us too much free time, all of us were used to work very hard, so we
missed it. That year was the first one that a Computing College was opened
in Madrid; we talked to the Dean, an American named Robert, and he admitted
us since there were not many students applying for that career. We could go
ahead very easy because of our previous experience acquired in the
school. Peter would have done the same, but the Architecture was a
difficult matter and needed full dedication. The following year Nick
accompanied Peter, his face changed from sad to glorious and all of us with
him. The twins also joined the Medicine College in full dedication.

Then we knew Granny project. She rented us the flat only paying the
building expenses. We shared the four bedrooms: Alfred-Lorna,
Johnny-Jessica, Peter, Nick and Maria and I. Every couple looked after his
own room, the rest of household keeping was done a week each. A common
pocket supplied by all of us provided the foods.  Peter, and Nick
afterwards, started working in Dad's office at the same time as they
studied, practising all they had learnt at the University. Besides the five
years of Architect studies, they had to make an extra year with a project,
after its completion, they would become a senior Doctor Architect; so,
except Nick, all would finish University together.

However, it is a tradition within Spanish students to celebrate the
Equatorial Line; that means when more than half of the studies were
over. Therefore, after the 3rd year completion, we organized a little party
in our house with all the gang's members on a Saturday at the end of
May. We enjoyed very much being altogether; nevertheless, something
happened. Margaret was already 14, she had become into a beautiful teenager
but still with long and thick plaits hanging on her back. She was very
proud of them and Peter loved taking them in his hands. I think that was
Margaret's reason to keep her hair long. She was enjoying our feast,
too. In a moment, she grabbed Peter's hand.

	"Please Peter, come with me, I want to show you something that I
did with the computer." Peter could not deny anything to Margaret since she
was a little girl, so he followed her to Dad's office where she had her own
pc, motioning him to sit on the large sofa. "Please sit down." As Peter
sat, she kneeled herself on the couch and looked into Peter's large black
eyes:

	"What is it, beautiful Margaret?" She for an answer flushed, and
then took Peter's cheeks between her hands and kissed him tenderly on the
lips. He was taken aback, but instinctively he returned the kiss, opening
his mouth and receiving her. For a moment, their tongues met. Margaret was
not a silly girl, and was aware that she was putting Peter at the risk of
being caught and seen as the seducer of a young girl; so she broke the kiss
hiding her head on Peter's right shoulder saying:

	"Sorry Peter, I'm very sorry, but I love you. Please! Please!
Please! Don't reject me!" Peter felt she was trembling and close to
breaking and cry. He fondled her plait saying almost mumbling on Margaret
hear:

	"Oh my God! How could I reject you, my little princess? How?"
Margaret retrieved herself from Peter's shoulder and took his hands in hers
as tears ran down her lovely young cheeks. She stared into Peter's eyes,
and before he could realise what was happening, she kissed him tenderly
again on the lips; then jumped from the sofa and ran upstairs to her
room. She banged the door as she entered and laid her body on the bed
crying as her whole body convulsed with spasms as she cried
uncontrollably. After sometime she murmured:

	"My heart was right, he is not gay, and he loves me." She
continually repeated to herself. Maria and I felt something was
happening. We watched Peter in Dad's office in meditation, so we discarded
him and went upstairs.  We heard Margaret's muffled sobs, so we opened the
door and sat down on the bed near her. I stroked my sister's silky hair and
she immediately turned around and hugged me. I felt very bad because I
guessed what had happened.

	"My little princess, please what's the matter with your heart?"

	"Jossy, please, help me! I love him, I love him very much." I
hugged my sister very tight against my chest, noticing her body spasms as
she cried.

	"Margaret, we would give our own lives if we could. Our hearts
bleed hearing you crying, but we cannot command on others' hearts. That's
something that you have to learn to bear; sometimes love is terribly
difficult.  Maria and I have been very lucky but I'm sure you'll also find
your half sometime." She separated from me.

	"He is my half, he didn't say it but I know that Peter loves me."

	"Margaret, you never was a selfish girl, perhaps he has somebody
else. You know he loves Nick and he is our brother."

	"But Peter isn't gay, how can he love a man?" Maria then said:

	"Please, Margaret, don't confuse love with sex, even if this is
part of it. Nick has the same right to love Peter as you have. He's the
best brother that we can have, I'm sure if he knew that Peter loved you he
would sacrifice himself for you, but that wouldn't be fair."

	"I know it, Maria, I know it. I don't want to hurt Nick. I'm
confused and I don't know what to do, the only thing that I know is that I
like Peter with all my heart. Please, what shall I do?" She was crying
desperately. Then I caressed her.

	"Margaret, there is only one way to sort this out: leaving Peter to
decide by himself. You told him that you loved him, didn't you?

	"Yes, I did."

	"So he knows it now. Please don't increase his problems; leave the
time to decide; sure, a solution will come. I don't really know, but I'm
sure it will. Now please dry your eyes and enjoy our evening. "Will you do
that for me, my little princess?"  She smiled at us.

	"Yes, I'll do Jossy. I don't know how I'll manage when you are not
near me." Then Maria said:

	"You are a bright girl Margaret, and time will teach you how to
handle your own feelings; nevertheless, we'll always support you." We left
her and went to the garden where the rest of the gang was.

Peter had been sat down on the sofa; he blamed himself of seducing
Margaret. "Oh my God! How could I do that?  She is only a child! Why I
returned her kiss? What David and Nora would say of me; an adult, seducing
her young daughter!" He was in hell, he promised himself not to be alone
with this girl again, but "If I'm not gay, as Joss and Maria said! I have
the right to have a woman, to form a family... but, what about Nick? I love
him and he is my angel! What to do?" Then he decided to fulfil his
promise. He went to the garden, when he watched us coming out, said to Nick
in a low voice:

	"Please, my love, let's go upstairs, I need you." They excused
themselves and went to their room. "Please Nick, lock the door." He was a
little bit surprised but he always welcomed those decisions from his
lover. He kissed Nick tenderly: "I love you, Nick, I need to be with you."
They undressed and a few moments later Peter was inside his lover enjoying
their mutual union. When their climax arrived, Peter fell on top of Nick
caressing his blond hair and kissing his eyes.

	"Did you have a temptation, Peter?"

	"Yes, I did. However, my heart jumps in joy when I see those lovely
pieces of the sea of your eyes.  Nick, I cannot love anybody else. You are
in me, and I'm in you a sole person and one soul."

	"Peter, I don't need to say anything, and I thank you for coming to
me. You can be sure about something: no one will love you more than I do."
They started again petting, Peter felt his cock harder than a rock still
inside Nick, he fucked his wife tenderly at the same time fondling Nick's
balls and slowly stroking his penis. He didn't do long. The lovers came
into a high climax that left them almost exhausted. They remained for some
time locked to each other thinking.

	"I'll never forget those pretty dimples of your face, my
husband. We'll have the whole night Peter, but we must consider our
guests."

	"You are right. Let's get a quick shower and go downstairs."

That incident marked our equatorial careers line. In the future, we could
observe that Peter prevented being alone with Margaret, however; we noticed
how he stared at her. Also, any chance she had she would kiss him on the
cheeks as she did to us. We also noticed how she pressed Peter's hands. In
short, Margaret tried to seduce Peter, not otherwise.

Time flew. In that year, 1986, Peter was 24 and the rest of us 23. We were
graduated but not doctors, except Peter that now was a senior doctor
Architect. Maria and I planned to go to the US for our doctorate in
Medicine specialised on sickness related to children's blindness.

Granny continued to spend almost all her time in Spain, only from mid-June
to mid-September she used to go back to Cologne. That year, in May, before
we ended our studies and Granny went back to Cologne, we prepared a little
feast at home, only the involved families assisted. Everybody looked happy
except Nick, since he was a one-year arrear and he would finish the
following year; however, all enjoyed receiving congratulations and fixing
the plans for the future to come. In a moment, we watched how Margaret
gripped Peter's hands and dragged him into Dad's office. Peter knew what
was going to happen, deep inside himself he wanted it, and he needed to
clarify his feelings still very confused. Once they were inside, Margaret
closed the door with her back stacked to it, took Peter's hands in hers:

	"Peter, I don't want to go further, but I..." He interrupted her by
taking the teenager's face between his hands and kissing her tenderly on
the lips.

	"You don't need to say anything, I love you my little princess from
the time you were near a baby, but my heart is divided. I also do Nick,
probably in a different way, but I like him." She was now with her head on
Peter's chest, and he was stroking her long silky hair on her back.

	"Peter, I don't want to hurt Nick but I cannot forget you, even if
necessary I'll be your second wife. I don't mind whenever you love me. I
have dreamed many times having a baby with those wonderful dimples of your
face."  Peter trembled hearing this, he could not resist; his cock was
already hard pressing against Margaret crotch.

	"Please, Margaret, don't mention a baby because I'll get mad." He
kissed her passionately. This was the first time he did that to a girl
after he knew Nick. Instinctively his left hand reached Margaret's young
breasts and started kneading them; their crotches grinding, she was feeling
Peter's dick thru her clothes. They were novices in lovemaking, so in a few
minutes their mutual climax arrived among hard breathing and moans; their
bodies tight as that great feeling came to them. Peter felt how his penis
started ejecting semen feeling the warmth of his cream on his skin. When
they calmed they sat on the sofa and staring at each other they hugged
tenderly.

	"Peter, please, please..." Margaret started crying in silence as
she kissed Peter's palms.

	"Margaret, please don't cry. I love you, but my God what can I do?"
He said for himself.

	"Peter, don't worry, I'll be your lover; I would never hurt
Nick. He's my brother. Even if necessary, I'll tell him. He doesn't need to
care about. Only I want your love Peter, nothing else." Peter raised
Margaret's chin and kissed it lightly.

	"My dear child, you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and
besides, you have the greatest heart.  Let's wait, Margaret; I need to
order my feelings. I'm terribly confused and also you are very young..."

	"Please Peter, don't say that. Maria and Joss started when they
were eleven and they are the happiest couple I have ever seen. In a few
months, I'll be 18 and would be able to decide by myself. Peter, I want to
be with you forever." They kissed again and left for the bathrooms to clean
their respective messes.  Nick watched Peter coming into the party; he
guessed immediately what has happened; so, Sometime later he approached
Margaret.

	"Margaret you are beautiful today. My beautiful sister looks happy
and very pretty."

	"Yes, Nick I'm happier than this afternoon."

	"I noticed that. Peter is great and he deserves to be happy and
that's what I want because I adore him."  She was not surprised because she
knew our brother; he would never hurt her, she was sure that Nick would
sacrifice Peter's love if she asked for it, but also she loved her brother
with the same intensity.

	"Nick, I love Peter, you know that, but I'll never take any step to
separate him from you. I prefer to be his lover or his second wife if you
are the first." She kissed and hugged her dear brother, their tears came
down. "What a pity that we love the same man!"

	"That doesn't surprise me, there are not many men like Peter; so
your heart has chosen the best. I'll tell you what we are going to do if
you agree."

	"What's your idea, Nick?"

	"We must let his heart to decide and not to press him; however, we
must be together and not to fight each other. If we are united we can fight
anyone who tries to get him out from us."

	"That makes sense, Nick." They hugged and, what was most important,
convey to Peter the idea that both liked him and were ready to accept what
his heart decided. Peter then was more comfortable ordering his feelings.

Peter started working full time in Dad's company. Maria and I received a
call from our computing College's Dean.  We knew him very well and in
private we talked to him as friends, so we went to his office, he received
us and closed the door.

	"Maria, Joss, I want to talk to you without anyone disturbing
us. You have finished your studies and you are one of my best students. You
are not a doctor Engineer on Computing because you would need to develop a
project; however, you are graduated and to become a doctor you can do it
later. The thing is that the Big Blue has asked me to find the best
graduates to join IBM in the US in Silicon Valley in California. They'll
pay you very well right from the beginning as executive staff..." Maria
interrupted him.

	"Sorry Robert, you are a good friend and we much appreciate your
interest and friendship; however, our ideas are entirely different." Then I
continued.

	"Robert, we are determined to be MD specialised in children eyes
sickness. We don't much care about money. We adore computing since we were
children and are sure that Medicine will need it sooner or later; if not,
we are happy with the knowledge we learnt from you. We'll find the way to
apply to our future patients."

	"It is pity Joss, I'm sure you'll do; nevertheless, please, contact
me if you change your mind."

	"We'll be in touch, Robert. We have applied for a scholarship in a
hospital in the US. We are now going to pay a visit to your colleague in
Medicine about this."

	"OK, Maria and Joss, all the best in my country, please let me know
your address in there, I may see you sometime next year."

	"OK, Robert." We shook hands and said goodbye. A few buildings
ahead we paid a visit to the Dean of our Medicine College. He informed us
that he had received a message from the US advising that the scholarships
had been granted. He would receive the papers in a week time so that we had
to prepare meantime all necessary documentation.

	"Sir, we must go to Germany to see some relatives, so in ten days
we'll be back. We suppose for that time you'll have your final
confirmation."

	"Sure, and it will be a pleasure giving it to you. Yet we don't
know which Hospital you are going to, probably one in New York or
California. The Committee is still selecting the applications and merits to
decide."

	"OK Sir, we'll be here upon our returning from Germany." We shook
hands and returned home. All were very happy; however, our parents still
were reluctant to accept it, though they knew that was our future.

Two days later, we flew to Cologne to say goodbye to Granny. As usual, she
was great when she saw us, but she was not happy with us going to the US.

	"Children, I don't want you to go to that country, still they are
Indians."

	"Granny, US is a great young country with the most advanced
technologies."

	"Sure, they took all our best Scientific after the war. We are
Europeans, an old and educated continent, we must be proud of it.

	"We are very proud," Maria said. "But they have the money and the
best hospitals in the world; besides, everywhere you can find excellent
persons and we believe the US isn't an exception."

	"Well, I don't want to continue arguing, if you are determined to
go. However, I prefer you do with our people, I don't like to owe anything
to them." We looked at each other not understanding what Granny meant. She
took the phone and dialled a number. "Hello, Sammy..." She started speaking
in an unknown language for us; it was Hebrew. She finished and stared at
us. "Don't be so surprised, during ages they have been our friends, so it
isn't strange that I speak their language." A few minutes later, she
received a call and again we did not understand anything. She then
explained: "Within an hour a friend of ours, Mr Joan Larkowski, is coming
to have a cup of coffee with us, don't you remember him?"

	"Yes, we do; he was in our table when Saul's birthday," Maria
said. We continue chatting about all the family. Maria prepared coffee and
a couple of minutes later Mr Larkowski arrived. After greeting Granny, he
stared at us.

	"Elisabeth, I think we may help these young friends to become good
doctors." After some sips of coffee, he added: "I need to make a phone
call, I don't know if our friends will be there, now it is 9:00 am there."
He dialled a number and started speaking in Hebrew; I watched how Granny's
face was illuminated. He finished and hanged down the receiver. "Well my
young friends, you may go to the US to Mosses Hospital in New Jersey." We
opened our mouths in disbelief, neither in dreams, we could imagine it;
that hospital was one of the most expensive in the world, and its
installations related to Ophthalmology one of the best in the US, he
continued: "However, I suppose you want to be together."

	"Yes, Mr Larkowski."

	"In that case, you must live in different apartments. We are very
conservative and single people must be separated, except at work. To live
together you must be married." Then Granny asked:

	"Joan, when do they need to be in the hospital?"

	"I must make a new call in a half an hour, but it won't be longer
than eight weeks."

	"We have enough time," Granny said for herself. "Joseph please, you
can confirm them that they are a young married couple." We glanced at each
other, and then I argued."

	"Granny, do you mean that we must get married within eight weeks?"

	"No. Six weeks; except if you don't want to enjoy your honeymoon in
the US." She looked to a calendar and said: "The wedding must take place
next 7th July, Sunday. It must be on that day of the week since Saturday is
a sacred day for our Jew friends." Then Mr Larkowski said:

	"Thanks, Elisabeth, for giving us the opportunity to pay you back a
little of our great debt to you, helping your grandchildren."

	"Joseph, I have told you and to all our friends that the Jew
Community owes me nothing. We were human beings helping other persons;
that's all. By the way, if your occupations allow you, I'm just inviting
you to this loving couple's wedding."

	"Thanks again Elisabeth, but I have to look into my agenda as soon
as I return to Switzerland. If I'm not able to attend, someone on behalf of
me would do." He repeated again a telephone call and only we could only
understand our names. "Well, Maria and Joss, everything is ready for your
incorporation in the hospital as a married couple."

	"Thank you very much, we couldn't even dream that could
happen. Only very few people got in there."

	"You have good backgrounds and we are sure you'll help a lot to our
success."

	"You can bet for it; we'll put all our best in our work," Maria
said.

	"Thank Elisabeth for the coffee. I said I would be away for half an
hour and I'm over an hour. Never mind, time elapses very quickly when we
are between friends." He got up, kissed Granny and Maria and I shook hands.
When he left, we hugged and kissed Granny.

	"Granny, do you realise it? That's the best hospital in the world
in that field! Many Presidents and kings around the world go there for
treatment. Oh my God!" I jumped and kissed Maria."

	"Children, I understand your excitement, but you have to organize
your wedding with only six weeks. You must put to work all your capacity."

	"Granny, your phone bill for this month will be a little bit
different." She reached me and kissed my face tenderly.

	"Joss, my child, I'm very proud of both of you, how happy your
grandpa would have been watching you as a medical doctor!" Maria hugged
Granny and in a low voice, she asked her:

	"Granny, where can I find a pharmacy? I need to be ready for my
honeymoon." Granny laughed and gave Maria the address of the nearest
one. Then she added:

	"You must stay here minimum a week. Maria needs some time to
prepare for her wedding dress. Yours is not a problem, Joss. Now take the
telephone, we have no time to lose, we'll go shopping in half an hour."

	"Hello Peter, is Mom there? You are the first to know."

	"To know what, Joss?" Peter asked.

	"Maria and I must get married within six weeks. I'll talk you when
I finish with Dad." I told everything Dad and Mom and why we were so
hurried. Mom started to sob and wanted to talk to Granny who explained her
again all circumstances. Then Peter took the receiver very excited: "Peter,
I cannot be there before a week, so you have to organize the wedding. Now
please pay attention. As usual, we must make a team to divide the
work. Alfred and Johnny will take care of the church; Maria wants that of
your village with music, vehicles, etc. We don't want anything big, but I
calculate around 300 guests. You and Nick will take care of the list of
guests and banquet, providing hotel accommodation and information to those
that requested it.  Margaret and Lucia will be in charge of preparing the
ceremony, protocol, and children to handle the rings.  Did you write down
the details?"

	"Yes boss, I did."

	"Thank you brother, but we cannot charge our parents with this
burden. Please call me with any doubt that you may have. If you need
further help, I think David can provide it."


CHAPTER 47
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Maria called Mother Louise; she was so impressed that barely could speak to
her daughter. The telephone rang every minute, Johnny, Alfred and later on,
Margaret. My dear Nick called very late when he returned from the
University, he was very excited. In the morning of the following day, we
went with Granny to that shop where we bought our first clothes; still, the
owner was there and she personally attended us. Like the first time, I
finished after choosing some models, nevertheless, Maria and Granny were in
the premises until late, but as they informed me, they had now an idea, but
they must return next day. I took the opportunity to pay a visit to our
friends Lauthen; their grandpa had passed away a couple of years
before. The last day in Cologne, I dragged Maria from her hand and we
entered the secret room. We made love in it as a dedication to grandpa and
Granny.

After a very busy week, we returned to Madrid together with Granny. All
were very excited about the wedding preparations; however, we were a team
and used to work together. We went thru our guests' list and added some
forgotten persons, such as Williams that since that incident, we accounted
within our best friends.

Dad invited his brother and sister's families, however, all declined their
assistance with stupid arguments, except David and Lucia. We agreed with
the gang that Peter would take care of Margaret and Nick of Lucia; David
had his half: Alfred's sister. Both girls couldn't be happier, only Nick
seemed a little bit disappointed, but not much.  Margaret and Lucia
exchanged stares. Lucia approached Margaret.

	"Don't say anything to anybody, but tonight I must seduce your
brother; he's so handsome today that I'll eat him." They laughed aloud and
happily.

	"Confidence for confidence, cousin, I'm prepared to seduce my
adored man." That produced new laughs and suspicions from the young men.

As usually, Nick was a real star in the wedding, and Lucia hanging from his
arm shone together as a constellation as Margaret did with Peter. I must
recognize that Lucia was not a real beauty, but she was pretty; however, in
contrast, she had the loveliest body of all the girls and women assisting
to the wedding; probably due to the influence of the fashion world where
she was involved. Saul commented: "Except for the hair, your cousin is a
Marilyn Monroe." He was right.

David and Lucia never thought of an event like this: cars, elegant people,
dresses, jewels... he commented to his sister:

	"This does not match with what our parents and grandpa had told us
many times!" Lucia full of happiness watching Nick approaching, answered
her brother.

	"Brother, I'm very, very happy about what we are watching. I would
have liked our stupid aunt was here, she would have died from envy." David
jokingly answered:

	"Do you want to spoil Joss and Maria's happiness with the witch
poisoning us?" They laughed loudly as Nick hugged them.

	"Did I lose anything funny, cousins?"

	"Sure you did. I'll let you know sometimes." Happily, they went to
meet the rest of their young friends.

It was a great and happy day. Two of Johnny's nephews carried the rings in
the ceremony; and as my wife wished, we did it in the village's church. I
think that most of the villagers were outside or on the streets watching
the wedding. The children's choir from our old school sang along the
ceremony. I was surprised when we heard "Ave Maria" sang by a 10 y/o boy,
as Johnny did a long time before; he was a new nightingale after many
years. That morning Granny asked Nick to ride her to Maria house, there,
once she was ready to leave to meet me at the church, Granny gave her a
kiss.

	"Maria, following your wishes, I have kept your necklace for eleven
years, now you must wear and keep it as part of our family." She opened the
box and hanged it from Maria's smooth neck.

	"Thanks, Granny, I promised you that you would hang it, and I have
confirmed my word." Granny grinned and kissed Maria. Mother Louise could
not understand since Maria never told her mother about the jewel. That day,
the four necklaces were shining in all their splendour adorning Granny,
Mom, and Margaret's necks besides my wife's. After the wedding, they placed
them into a bank safe. She arrived at the church hanged by John's arm and I
did to moms. My God, she was so beautiful! The ceremony ended and later the
banquet, the gang did a very good job. In a moment, my dear brother Nick
approached hugged and kissed us.

	"Jossy, I don't know when I'll see you again and if I can live
without you, but my heart today is bleeding, brother and sister; my present
must wait until you return from the US." He kissed Maria and me again; his
eyes were blurred. We said goodbyes to all our guests, hugged all family
and especially to Granny, it was too hard to say goodbye.

	"My children, take care of yourselves, and remember, always work
together and live together, don't fall in the temptation, and as up today,
you must be the first. You are European and must be proud of it." We kissed
her tenderly.

	"Sorry for our sobs, Granny; but you can be sure that our hearts
are with you." We left for the airport in Peter's car. At the gate, we
said:

	"Peter, please, look after our family and especially after Nick and
Margaret, they'll need you." We hugged him and entered thru the boarding
gate. Eight hours later, we arrived at New York's airport. We went to New
Jersey a new countryside hotel not very far from the hospital. That was our
first night duly married.  I don't know how, but we received a large
bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne in our room. The manager came
to congratulate us and said that if we needed anything he would be in his
office. We were tired and six hours difference made us sleeping, however,
we wanted to celebrate our new wedding night:

	"My beautiful wife, I think we deserve some lovemaking."

	"Yes my hawk, I need it, so, hurry up." We got naked for the first
time in America, we were anxious about sex. I took Maria in my arms kissed
her tenderly, and transported to the bed. We liked a lot to make a quick
69; when she was close the climax I stopped, turned around, and entered
her. With my dick in, we hugged and sucked her breasts and neck, in a few
minutes a strong climax hit us, our bodies stiffed with spasms, our breath
stopped and the great feeling arrived with amounts of semen spurted inside
my new official wife.  When we recovered of this another Special, we looked
at each other.

	"I love you, Maria, more than ever before."

	"I love you too, Joss. Now we are official, what we have been
during the past twelve years. No one has enjoyed his youth as we have done
up to now, that's great Joss! We are very lucky. I don't know how long this
happiness will last."

	"It does not matter dear, let's live our happiness, sadness will
come without being invited."

	"You are right, my husband. Let's chat less and enjoy more." We
started again until our bodies were exhausted. We spend ten days flying
from one side to other of the US taking pleasure of our honeymoon.

The time elapsed and we were incorporated to the hospital, being our
destination the children clinic, department for eye sicknesses. We worked
very hard, no mattering the time, so the director called us to thank for
our dedication.  After a couple of months we received a visit in our little
flat, he introduced himself:

	"My name is Jonathan, you can call me Jon. Your names were given to
me by a common friend, Saul..." I interrupted him.

	"C'mon Jon, a friend of Saul is our friend." We talked about our
common friends and he told us he was also living as a medical resident, but
as single. Chatting we knew he was very fond of "laser ray"; he was updated
about the new technologies and the investigations. He was aware of our
knowledge on computer. Soon we became close friends and all three worked as
a team.

We did not know until a few months later, that the wedding had had some
consequences; not in us, because we wanted to continue as we were for a few
years. The first was the total break between Dad, his brother, and sister.
They argued that we were influencing David and Lucia's will, but
fortunately, they were over 18 y/o and their parents could do nothing but
to increase their resentment and rage. They did not see we only gave them
love and support as they did to us.

Nine weeks after our departure to the US, Lucia called Dad; she wanted to
ask his advice. She did not tell the subject, so Dad guessed she might need
money to help in the new business she had started on fashion designing a
couple of years before. She entered and Mom was to leave the office in
order the girl could feel free speaking to her uncle; however, she adored
Mom as much as she loved Dad.

	"Please, Aunty Nora, Don't leave, I need you, too." In those
moments Dad guessed it was a serious matter.

	"Have you quarrelled again with your parents, Lucia?"

	"No, Aunty; it is a more serious problem than simple quarrelling."

	"In that case, I'll bring some coffee." In a few minutes, she
returned and ordered Dad's secretary not to pass him any call until Lucia
left. They started sipping their coffees and Dad asked her.

	"Well, Lucia, what's your problem? In any case, you know we'll
support and help you." Mom noticed how Lucia doubted and her long and fine
fingers gripped the cup looking for support. She bowed her lovely head and
bluntly answered.

	"I'm pregnant, I expect a baby in seven months." That was a hammer
on Dad, but Mom bravely hugged her."

	"Is that all, Lucia?" She nodded as two tears rolled down her red
cheeks. "You are neither the first nor the last single woman being
pregnant. Fortunately, democracy has brought freedom for women in this
country." Dad stood and sat near her, then hugged and caressed the
well-cared silky hair. Lucia put her head on Dad's chest and started
sobbing.

	"Take it easy, my child." When she calmed down, Dad gave her a
paper handkerchief to dry her tears.

	"Uncle David, I'm confused; I don't know what to do. Things would
be easier if I had parents like you."

	"They aren't wolves, my child; however, I know how they would
react. You have come for help and advice, and right from the beginning,
you'll have them; therefore, we'll find a way to solve this problem.
However, before we start talking about it, I want to make you a simple
question: Does the future father know it?" She surely feared the question,
so she shuddered.

	"No, he doesn't." She looked into Dad's eyes and added, "I want you
to promise me that you'll never release a single word of this, let alone
the name of the father." She trembling insisted. "Please promise me this
Uncle David, Aunty Nora." Mom caressed her back; she was the first to
answer.

	"You have our word for it, Lucia; nevertheless, this makes the
problem even graver." Then Dad intervened:

	"Well Lucia, we are adults, and we must face reality as it is. I'm
going to expose the possible alternatives you have; please don't interrupt
me until I finish; they are only sketches as you say, talking about your
drawings, not orders": She grinned lightly. "a) Abortion." She trembled
with the word, though she knew of many well-to-do girls that had travelled
to London with the same problem for a quick solution. "b) You secretly have
it and give the baby in adoption. c); Have it and give to your Mom in order
she helps you raising the baby, and d) Have it and raise your baby freely
by your own without mattering what the opinions or gossips are. As I told
you before, you can count on us on everything." She seemed to reflect on
the different alternatives; then bravely said:

	"I'll take the last one." She paused and wiped her tears. "However
Uncle David, I want you again a new promise. In my business, I have to
travel frequently, so I'll be exposed to possible accidents and I don't
want my baby being left alone. I'll do whatever legally is necessary so you
take the custody of him/her if anything happened to me." Dad and Mom hugged
her tenderly.

	"Thanks, Lucy for trusting us. You have our word for it, and we are
glad you took that decision. If you need our help to accompany you to the
doctor or where it is necessary I'm prepared for that." Mom hugged her
again.  Please keep us informed and don't ever forget that we are behind
you for anything that you might need." She kissed Mom and Dad again, and as
she stood to leave she looked at them tenderly.

	"I love you. I didn't expect anything different from you; after
all, he or she will be your first grandchild." Dad and Mom were so
astounded... She grinned at them gently, hugged them and left the office.

Two years back, Lucy had organized her life separated from her family, and
living in Madrid. From that moment, Nick liked to visit our cousin and chat
about everything, especially about the politic changes. With the Socialist
Party on the power they had introduced new and progressive social laws and
led Spain into the European Union; however, sex had rarely touched and much
less performed since that night of our wedding.  He continued his sporadic
visits to her because he felt comfortable talking to his cousin, and
sometimes with David; and now even more since we were not there. However,
when her pregnancy was evident, he asked her about the baby's parenthood;
she did not answer. With her silence, Nick understood she did not like to
disclose that point; then he took a further step:

	"Lucy, the new laws introduced by the Socialist Party, not only
contemplate divorce but also that babies born in Spain won't be
discriminated while the child has or not a father. However, something
different is the society." Lucy interrupted him; she had considered that
point before.

	"To the hell with the society!" She almost shouted. "I don't mind
about what they can think about; your father warned me." Nick almost jumped
knowing that Dad and Mom were aware of her situation. Why they had not said
anything to him? He thought.

	"You might not mind Lucy, but what about your son when he grows?"
She seemed to think about this point, and finally said:

	"You are going too fast; perhaps it is not "he" but can be "she";
however, that does not change your question. What do you suggest?"

	"Well... since you don't want to disclose who is the father, we
must look for one." She looked at him; Nick seemed to consider the
problem. Then taking her hands in his, he added. "I can be the baby's
father if you accept me; no one needs to know it if you don't like." She
looked tenderly into those blue eyes that she loved so deeply since she was
ten years old.

	"I did not expect anything different from you." She paused." After
all, he or she will be... your child."  Nick, as Dad, could not believe
what he was hearing. She grinned and before he could say anything, she
kissed him softly. "Yes Nick, he is your son or daughter." Nick reacted and
with his powerful hands raised her near to the ceiling.

	"I love you, Lucy!" He left her on the sofa and asked: "Where's the
phone? I'll ask the gang to prepare a new wedding." Softly she stopped him.

	"Nick, I'm not in a situation for that, besides, I don't like it. I
Prefer a private ceremony, but not in the church.  I hate what they have
done to my father." He hugged her.

	"Ok, I'll talk to Johnny; we'll marry in the Town Hall, a civil and
short ceremony that has the same legal requirements and effects."

A few weeks later, Johnny acting as the Major's delegate, married
them. Only very close friends assisted, except us that even ignored all
these events until we came the following year with a week holidays.

Dad and Mom fulfilled their word; however, the time elapsed, and she showed
she was pregnant. That was a great scandal within her conservative family,
but she bravely faced them, had a beautiful blond baby boy and Dad provided
her with a nice apartment not far from her study.

Near at the end of our first year in the US, and due to our full dedication
to the hospital, we started performing operations and helping in those
difficult ones in the Operation Theatre. We only took a week of holidays
and travelled to Spain and Germany to see the family. We found the great
surprise that they did not want to disclose us.  We had a nephew; Nick was
ahead of us. Granny was especially happy with Dario, her first
great-grandchild. Since Lucy and Nick were almost all day out, Mother
Louise again looked after Dario, though she bottled fed him.

We returned to the Children Hospital. The nurses had nicknamed us as "The
Angels" because when they had a problem with a child they called on us, we
were always ready to help. Sometimes we found difficult boys or girls,
mostly lacking from parental love and dedication, but with a lot of money
in their bank accounts.  One of them was Bob, an eleven y/o boy; he
reminded me of my brother Nick, he was very cute, but also very sad. He was
in the hospital to be operated, which would give back the vision to his
beautiful blue eyes; presently he could not see. I tried to become his
friend but he rejected everybody, he spent most of the time alone sobbing
or in silence. To have success in this operation we badly needed his
cooperation, otherwise, it would be very difficult to get rid of his
blindness. I found out he was very fond of flowers, so I went to the
Library and read what I could about this matter, especially on tropical
ones. I started talking to him about this subject and could observe he was
very interested:

	"Bob, be sure you will recover your vision and get your blindness
away; then you can travel and see all these beautiful flowers."

	"I love roses but I can't remember now their colours, they smell
lovely."

	"In my country, there is a white rose that I like more than
anyone," I told him. Soon we were friends; he stopped sobbing and was more
content. The supervisor told me to go ahead with my own therapy, however
one afternoon when we were making plans to operate him I found the boy very
sad, depressed and sobbing again.  Before talking to him, I asked the nurse
what has happened, she could not tell me, and she said that his parents
have been visiting him.

	"Hey Bob, how are you?" He did not answer. "I have brought you
something." I neared a jasmine flower close to his nose; he instinctively
inhaled and smelled it. "Do you know what is it? His tears stopped, and
near in a whisper he answered me."

	"Sorry Joss, it is jasmine and I like it very much. I wish you were
my Dad." He reached my neck and hugged me. I returned the hug without
words, now I understood his problem.

	"Bob, your Dad adores you and he likes you to cure your blindness."

	"I don't think so, he loves his company and he doesn't love
flowers; he said that flowers are for women.  However, I don't mind if he
doesn't like flowers; he's in love with another woman, and probably Mom
does to another man. They are going to get divorced. I'm not important for
them; I should have died when I was born. He started again bitterly
crying. My eyes blurred; fortunately, he could not watch me.

	"How do you know this, Bob? Have they told you?" He did not answer
immediately, but after sometime he broke the silence.

	"No, they haven't, but I'm blind but not silly. I don't want to get
the sight back to watch them quarrelling all the time. I prefer to be in
silence." I hugged him again.

	"My son, there are many beautiful things in the world to see, apart
of your parents: flowers, girls, monuments. You must be brave; your life
would change. In a couple of years you'll be dating a pretty girl, and
believe me, it is worthwhile."

	"I don't want any girl right now, they are silly."

	"Are you sure?" He doubted.

	"Well... not completely. I must admit there are some beautiful
ones, especially Sylvia. That's what Mom says because I cannot see her; I
touched her face, and it confirmed me Mom's words."

	"Will you introduce her to me, someday?" I notice how he lightly
smiled.

	"I would do if you were a teacher in my school."

	"Bob, will you promise me not to be sad again?"

	"I'll try it, Joss. Thanks for your help. By the way, when do you
plan to operate on me?"

	"Well, if you are ready, when your doctor decides it, I must find
out."

	"No, I want you to do it. I know you'll put all your heart in it
because you love me as no one has done before."

	"You can be sure of this, son. I'll see to that. I must leave now
because some others also need me." I was at the door when he told me.

	"Joss, the first thing that I want to see, when I recover my vision
is your face and a white rose."

	"You can count on it, Bob." I had a meeting with other doctors, I
explained all my conversations with the boy to them, being present my
supervisor and building manager. All agree that I could go ahead and
planning the operation, however, firstly I should contact the child's
parents and have a meeting with them; we needed their consent before
anything. We called them and only Bob's father came. I explained to him the
danger of not having Bob's cooperation.

	"Can I be frank with you Mr Cathy?"

	"Please do, and call me Ken."

	"Ok Ken, my name is Joss." I continued. "Bob is a great boy, he
feels alone and what is more important, he misses you both; he knows that
you are going to divorce, in spite of that I have convinced him otherwise;
however, we cannot guaranty that he won't be depressed again after the
operation; that would ruin all our work and his eyes."

	"How does he know about the divorce? We have only planned it."

	"Ken, don't forget he is a blind boy; he has a sixth sense that a
normal person doesn't have. The example is your visit; where is your wife?
You are busy persons but your son needs you both, not just now. Ken, you
know very well the crucial time that your son is going thru, you must help
him. You and your wife are the only persons that can perform that type of
healing."

	"I know what you mean, and I recognize I'm selfish in respect of my
son, but my wife also doesn't help."

	"Ken, I have a theory that has never been demonstrated, and it is
that acute a clever boy as Bob, is not the fruit of occasional intercourse;
to get a beautiful boy like him, a lot of love is needed when his
conception took place." He gazed thru the window and into the gardens
surrounding the hospital.

	"Joss, at least in what we are concerned, your theory is absolutely
true. I loved my wife and we wanted him very much. When she told me was
pregnant I jumped of joy, we made a great feast to celebrate it. He came
and after his birth, business and social life overtook us, leaving him
aside. Later on, he started getting blind, we blamed each other,
quarrelling instead of being together and make him happy..." I notice he
was near to break.

	"Ken still isn't late, he likes and misses you. I can't say what
you should do, but please, help your son, he'll thank you all his life. I
talk with some experience. It was a pleasure to meet you Ken; if you want
anything from us you know where to find me. Before I left him, I turned
around and added: "By the way, when you come next time, please bring with
you a girl named Sylvia, she's in Bob's school and group, however, it is
your idea, not mine." He was a little bit surprised but said nothing.

	"Ok. Thanks, Joss." We shook hands and said goodbye.


CHAPTER 48
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Days went by quickly, Maria and I performed near daily operations on
children; we had formed a perfect team and our superiors in the hospital
trusted us. After many testing, we decided that Bob was ready. It was
Saturday and we agreed operation would take place the following
Monday. Early and before breakfast, I went to make the last check on his
eyes; a few hours later, he would receive his parents. I entered the room
with a nurse; Bob was sat down on an armchair with his back to us. When he
heard us jumped from the seat and ran to hug me, placing his arms around my
waist and his head on my chest; I could see he had his pyjama's fly open
and his dick was erected.

	"Good morning Joss, I'm ready and willing to be operated." I
returned the hug and kissed his hair, slowing my voice, and quick I told
him:

	"Bob, close your fly, your cock is showing out." He flushed and
turned around adjusting his pyjama before the nurse could see anything. "Ok
Bob, your parents are coming today to visit you and to sign some papers; we
have planned to operate you early next Monday. Now please sit down on your
armchair, the nurse will put a drop in your eyes to make the last check."

	"Dr. von Kempt, are you sure that my mother is also coming?" He did
not call me Joss when someone was present.

	"Well, they told me that, but sure your dad will be here."

	"I love him, he has come every day to see me, but didn't say
anything about..." He stopped, realising someone strange was in the room.

	"Bob, other children need me. I'll come back in an hour; meantime
you can have your breakfast." I came back and checked his eyes; everything
responded to what we had planned. "Visit time starts at 11:00, so you still
have time to get your shower and dress properly." He flushed again.

	"Joss, inside the wardrobe there's a green pyjama with elastic and
no fly. Can you, please, hand it to me?"  I gave him the pyjama and left
the room, closing the door. I had agreed with his parents to meet them
during their visit; so, when it was time I went to Bob's room. He was on
his Mom's lap hugging her, she was silently crying. I coughed and entered
the room. He jumped from her lap telling me with joy: "Joss, Joss, Mom's
here!" She hugged her son again. He did not say, Dr von Kempt, so she
realised what I meant for her son.

	"Bob, I'm here and we'll be again together with all four. Little
Ann is missing you, too." Then his Dad got up and approached me.

	"I'm sorry Joss, I couldn't find Sylvia; she is in this hospital
for a checking. The receptionist told me that she is in a different
building and under the care of Dr Maria."

	"I that case, don't worry, Maria is my wife." I phoned her and we
agreed she would ask Sylvia's mother; if she consented, they would come to
meet him. An hour later, Maria, Sylvia and her mother came. I called Bob's
Dad and we made the introductions. He took the girl to Bob's room; he was
sat on a small desk chatting with his mother.

	"Bob, I have brought someone with me that I think you would like to
meet."

	"Who is it, Dad?" The girl immediately recognized the boy's voice.

	"It is me, Bob"

	"Oh, Sylvia!" He expertly crossed the room and met her, dragging
the girl from her hand.

	"Please, sit down. How happen that you have come?"

	"I'm here in the hospital for a checking; your Dad made it
possible." I watched how Bob extracted a Braille's rule and puncher from a
drawer; he adjusted a sheet in it and started writing in that blinds'
language. I motioned their parents to come with me for the formalities
about the operation. Maria took Sylvia's Mom for a coffee since she wanted
to explain her results. Later on, Bob told me:

	"Today it has been a very happy day for me. Dad told me that if
everything goes right, all of us will go for a tour around Europe. Mom also
said that their differences have been forgotten, so we are again a great
family."

	"I'm glad for you, Bob; and what about Sylvia?"

	"This is the best part of it. Look at this sheet."

	"I can't see anything except punching, I suppose is Braille
writing."

	"Yes, you are correct. In short, I said to Sylvia that I liked her
y she told me she liked me, too."

	"That's fantastic Bob! Now that we are friends, I'm going to make
you a confidence, but please, keep it for yourself. My wife and I love each
other since we were your age. Sylvia is a beautiful girl; she deserves
you. You'll see her by yourself within a few days."

	"Thanks, Joss for relying on me. Dad told me that if we go to
Europe, Sylvia will come with us, I'd be her eyes until she can see by
herself. He agreed to that. Mom also was very glad that I had so a good
friend."

The operation took place as planned and it was a total success. Bob
recovered his vision. It was a great moment when I took away the bandage
covering his eyes. He was sat down and excited. He remained in silence for
a moment; suddenly he jumped from the chair and hugged me very tight,
wrapping his little arms around my waist.

	"Thanks Joss to you all." He started sobbing emotionally.

	"Now Bob, please take it easy because it is not good for you to
cry; when you are ready I'll call your family, they are anxiously waiting
outside."

	"I can't help Joss. Never mind, please I want to see them." I
called his family. I cannot describe the scene that makes us, MDs, feel
great; that feeling of satisfaction cannot be compared with anything. Later
that day Maria also brought Sylvia and we left them in private for a few
minutes. Bob kissed her for the first time and she blushed and returned the
kiss, then Bob said:

	"Don't worry Sylvia, I'll be your eyes if you cannot recover your
vision, but I love you and I'll do forever."

	"I love you too Bob." A few minutes later Maria took her to her
room, she was very happy; she promised Maria that when they get married
they would invite us as their best friends. We thanked them and continued
our task with other sick children that needed us.

We received a few letters from our family since very often we spoke by
phone; that day when we returned home, we found a thick envelope with Mom's
handwriting. Besides the letter, she included some photos of Dario. He was
now over one year old. We could not believe what we saw! We knew him bald,
but now he had a lovely almost white blond hair; however, at least for the
moment it was not lank, as his father's, but curly; that even made him more
gorgeous. Mom said he was a real copy of his father. He had filled the gap
that we had left. Margaret was mad with her nephew. The little boy was the
prince of the family.

Time went by. We were near the end of our second year. We had planned to
spend our two weeks of holidays in Spain and Germany. Before we started, it
was announced that an eminent doctor would come for a conference in the
Hospital; he was considered a World authority in eyes' sickness. The
previous night and after our daily lovemaking, as usual, we were caressing
each other, it was not late, but we needed to get up early.

	"Maria, this man is an authority in our specialisation, and one of
the best surgeons in the US. It is unbelievable that there's no one that
can perform the operation to cure that well-known sickness.

	"At least up today no one has succeeded; it is very difficult to do
it, only a machine could do that and still that machine does not exist."

	"Maria, I have an idea. Jonathan told me that there are advanced
investigations to heal very small inside wounds with a laser ray."

	"I know it, but the problem is not to heal or cure a wound, the
problem is that it is so delicate that no hand is capable to do it without
risking the patient's vision."

	"But what's about a laser ray driven by a computer? That could be
as precise as it is wanted. The only problem would be the program and the
tool, but that's a question of money. I think today there's enough
technology to develop such a machine."

	"You are right Joss, we can ask that tomorrow, we lose nothing;
however, firstly we need to consult Jonathan. Let's call him." We phoned
him and we agree to meet at the canteen an hour before we started work. We
met and talked over all the pros and cons; agreed to propose that
solution. Many children got blind by accident that could not be cured due
to this sickness.

The conference room was full; the doctor was accompanied by the Hospital's
Director and by our building manager. When he finished his speech, said:

	"I would much appreciate if any of you want to make a question
regarding this sickness, which unfortunately still cannot be operated." I
raised my hand being aware that maybe our prestige would fall down.

	"Sir, you said there isn't a hand that can perform this type of
operation."

	"Yes, that what I have said."

	"But, what's about if it is done with the help of a machine? The
silence was over all of us; however, we heard low giggles.

	"What type of machine, Mr.." The building manager pointed him out
"von Kempt."

	"We believe a laser ray driven by a computer program." We heard
some open laughs and someone said:

	"We suppose you have the submarine and the machine to reduce it."
He referred to a movie that showed an operation. We saw that the men in the
main desk kept serious; imposing silence as they talked among them.  When
the silence returned the lecturer added:

	"Gentlemen, this country built its science sometimes based on
absurd ideas that came true with the time. I suppose you... Mr Tosh, have a
better idea. Please let's know it instead of laughing and joking about
someone's."  No one responded, and then our Hospital director spoke:

	"Mr Von Kempt, you said "we"; am I right?"

	"Yes sir, I refer to my wife and Dr Jonathan Kirsch."

	"Please, you three, come to my office in half an hour time. You, Mr
Tosh also come to the building Manager's office. That's all
gentlemen. Thanks for your attendance.

We were trembling of emotion; we knew in what a difficult task we might be
involved. We entered to the large and luxurious room, the lecturer was sat
on a large armchair, sipping a cup of coffee; the Director invited us to
sit down and to take a cup of coffee, too.

	"Mr Von Kempt, you have surprised us. We know about your excellent
curriculum and the task that you are performing in our hospital, so we have
strong foundations to believe that you know what you are talking about, and
we want you to express your idea." I stared at Maria and Jon to confirm me
as the spokesman.

	"Thank you, Sr." I was a little nervous as I continued. "The idea
is to build a fine laser machine and to write a program that would drive
the machine doing the job. A doctor, thru a computer, would need to fix the
parameters where the machine must operate; the computer would send the
command to the laser ray marking the intensity and duration of it; that
would be as precise as the best clock. There are investigations in General
Electric, they have developed..." We explained all our ideas about that
project, and I ended: "However, that would cost a lot of money and very
hard work." The Director then stared at the man sat in the armchair:

	"Ok. Please, put all your explanations in writing and give them to
your building Mgr., let's say next Monday, I'll instruct him
accordingly. If you need to be relieved from any task, you should ask
him. I won't accept any delay.  Thanks for coming." Then the lecturer
added:

	"Mrs and Mr Von Kempt, Mr Kirsch; it was a pleasure to meet you."
We shook hands and left the office. I did not hug and kiss my colleagues
because we were in the main building, but as soon as we were in my
apartment we hugged and I kissed my wife.

	"Maria, Jonathan, we must contact Saul to develop a strategy to
follow; however, we must put in writing all of it."

We spent the full weekend working on the project; the building manager
relieved us from our works on those days; except those that we were
absolutely necessary; such as the final results with Sylvia by Maria. For
the first time, even we forgot our daily lovemaking. We presented a full
report with more than fifty pages with all kind of details and graphics. We
delivered it the following Monday at around 9:00 am. The manager said that
he had already been asked about it, so without time to read or inspect, he
made a photocopy and immediately went to the director's office, though
before he left, he warned us:

	"Lady and gentlemen, please, consider this is a confidential
matter, no one, except us, must know about it.  Is it clear?

	"Yes, Sir." We all answered at unison. Two days later, they
requested us to clarify and extend some points of the report until it was
at the Director's satisfaction. Meantime we continued with our daily
tasks. The hospital was very busy and we had to operate almost every day. I
met a particular boy of around 12 y/o named Raphael. He had not a serious
problem; with the time, he wanted to become an orchestra conductor. He
already played piano and violin very well, but his parents wanted him to
lead their export/import company. He was their only son with three sisters,
so he loved his parents, but was very upset with them.

We intimated each other chatting about music. I preferred these boys to
call me by my name instead of the formality of Dr Von Kempt; that made them
more confident, accepting the operation and trusting on us; that was very
important for me.

	"Joss, why does my Dad insist on converting me into a merchant? I
don't like it; I want to be a musician, a concert man, or an orchestra's
conductor. I dream to be in front of a great band with a great choral group
and playing, let us say, the Beethoven's 9th Symphony." His eyes were
strayed and his mind wondering God knows where.

	"Raphael you must get your goal, I never found a boy with so fixed
ideas, except my wife and my brother Nick; you cannot be diverted from
that, otherwise you'll never be happy. I'm sure you'll be a good musician;
otherwise, you'll be a bad merchant. Please, don't tell your Dad I have
said that." He smiled and hugged me.

	"Thanks, Joss, I'll dedicate my first concert to you and your
wife."

	"It'll be a pleasure to attend to it if we can."

	"Joss, I have another problem. I like all type of music, but of
course, I prefer classic; however, at home, is absolutely forbidden to play
anything related to Wagner, but I like his music not his ideas; that was
near two centuries ago, I have nothing to do with the past.

	"I do agree with you Raphael, but you cannot censor your Dad for
that; your people suffered too much due to people that thought as Wagner
did, however, I'm half German and as far as I know, most of Germans did not
share those politic views."

	"I know that Joss; in fact, Dad and Uncle Peter were saved by a
German doctor when they were children.  They were hidden in the doctor's
house; even the doctor certified their death, risking his own life to save
them. Dad told me that this doctor and his wife, a musician, created an
organization and saved many of our people. He never released the doctor's
name. Joss, please, can you keep a secret?"

	"Of course, I can." Then he added:

 	"Dad belongs to the General Jew Council, and he told me this
doctor's grandchild is in this hospital, and he is a good doctor, as his
grandpa was. He doesn't talk about these things with Mom or my sisters,
only with me, in spite they are older than I am; because of that, I love
him so much. Our only problem is the music. I'm sure Dad would like to know
him and thankful for what their grandparents did, and I too, because
otherwise, I wouldn't exist."

	"Raphael, there are some Germans becoming good doctors in this
great hospital, however, I'll try to find out for you, but secret for a
secret, you cannot say anything to your Dad, Ok?"

	"Yes, Ok."

We started chatting about other matters. Some days passed, Maria operated
him, and everything was Ok.  When he was ready to leave, the following
Saturday, Maria told him:

	"Raphael, Joss has given me this message for you. When you are
fully recovered, you must come for the final checking, then we may give you
good news, but still, please, keep it between us, ok?" He gratefully said:

	"Thank you Mrs Von Kempt, I'll keep as up today." We said goodbye
and the family left the Hospital.  Another two weeks went by.


CHAPTER 49
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It was Friday; I received a message from Dad, it said: "Dear Maria and
Joss: With the help of Williams and Alfred's fathers, as lawyers, and the
influence of Johnny on his party's colleagues; the Ministry of Justice has
granted, and today is being published in the government official paper,
your first surname has been changed. From now on, your full name will be:
Joss Mas-VonKempt Martin, so Granny surname will be forever with you and
your descendants. All your records in the school and Civil Register will be
amended accordingly. Since you are in the US, the Spanish Consulate in New
York will coordinate with US Ministry of Justice the amendment of your
passports and visa, as well as your records within the Hospital; that would
also affect to Maria's, due to the peculiarity of US Law.  Consulate people
will visit you to ask for your personal documents. Should you have any
question, please phone to the Spanish Consulate, and ask for Mr Manuel de
la Vega, I'll call you next Sunday around 10 am of your time. A great hug
and many kisses from all of us.  Dad."

That did not surprise me because I knew Mom wanted that, and Dad was fully
supporting her. The next Monday the building manager called us to his
office.

	"Maria, and Joss, next Friday you are called for a meeting within
the Principal's office and some other persons at 10 am. You must finish
anything that you are handling now; if you cannot, please recommend me to
whom we'll give your tasks; I have been advised that you must be available
for a different job. Still, this is confidential.  Any question?"

	"No, Sir." We answered. He with a smile of satisfaction said.

	"Thanks for coming. Now return to your duties as usual."

On Friday, we all were as requested in the General Director's office
accompanied by our building manager.  As usual, the lecturer, Mr Japheth
Lark, as he introduced himself, was sat on the big armchair, the General
Director invited us to sit and to take a cup of coffee; and once all were
comfortable, he started:

	"We have some news about you three. One: you have performed more
operations on patients of all kind than probably a normal MD would do in
four years in this hospital. Your skills have been proven as excellent and
the results are in our records as proof of them. In addition, you have done
a lot of research on every patient to demonstrate the best way to get the
best results. We have sent your respective profiles to the Dean of the
University and in a common decision, we have agreed to grant you the grade
of Medical Doctor as Surgeons in this hospital; therefore, from now on,
you'll be able to exercise your skill in this country according to the
specific law."

We were amazed since the normal time was three years of practices and a
good performance to get the grade of Doctor, he continued: "Your respective
Universities will be duly informed with a copy of all the related
documentation for their files. Now Dr Maria Mas-VonKempt nee Martinez, Dr
Jonathan Kirsch, and Dr Joseph Mas- VonKempt. Congratulations!" They stood
and shook our hands, he continued: "Now, since we are colleagues, may I
address you by your name?"

	"Thank you, sir." We answered.

	"Maria and Joss, the change of your surnames have been communicated
by the Ministry of Justice in coordination with your Embassy, so a
policeman will come today to pick your passports up for amendment in your
Consulate in New York. Please handle them to my Secretary; she will take
care of everything."

"Two: Since you are doctor surgeons, this hospital has hired you, if you
agreed, with the related pay and the change of status that it
implies. However, we have decided that your tasks from now on will be those
attached to the research and completion of our project as first priority;
you'll continue to receive instructions from your building manager for the
rest of your time. Do you agree?"

	"Yes, sir." We answered at unison. He continued:

"Three: We have contacted all the related persons and companies as
suggested in your report to carry out this project. Needn't say that, until
the machine is correctly working and property-trade registered, all your
moves, investigations, contacts, journeys, etc. involved in it are strictly
confidential. Under any circumstance, any information will be released to
any person or party not directly working in the project. Everything is
being coordinated and directed by Dr Lark, so now you depend on him;
therefore you must render him any service or information and development of
this project. That's the condition set up by the other companies, our
partners, and we have agreed to that." He paused: "Maria, you'll travel to
Atlanta to meet GE people. You'll negotiate the cost that we have to pay; I
know you are very keen on negotiations, so you are in charge of the finance
part of the project. Our lawyer will assist you; he'll meet you at the
airport, room 200. However, what you decide will be our compromise."

	"Excuse me, sir," Maria said. "I have two questions. First, how do
you know that I'm keen on negotiations?  I'm an MD; and second, which are
our objectives?"

	"Maria we know about you more than you can imagine; for instance,
we even know that Joss fought for you near 12 years ago." We opened our
mouth in amazement, he continued. "Your second question, you must be able
to get the first machine at the production cost, all involved expenses and
research costs will be borne by GE as manufacturing's; that needs no
discussion, we need money for other projects; so the cheaper you get it the
better."

"Jonathan and Joss, you'll travel to California; at Los Angeles, Jonathan
will meet engineers from Laser Tools Ltd., then they will take you to the
factory to discuss all items that concern the project. Joss, you'll meet
our friend Saul from Lame Systems Ltd. You have the full Monday for
discussions. Tuesday morning, you'll hold a joint meeting with both firms
to get rid of any discrepancy. You must fly back home in the afternoon. At
the final of the meetings, a minute will be written and sent to us with all
your agreements. In the instance of Maria, the report must be written "in
situ" and signed by all attendees in the form of a contract."  He stood up
and extracted from a cabinet three small suitcases with our gold names on
each one.

	"Here you are all the instructions to follow, your air tickets, a
small amount in cash and a gold visa credit card. You can buy anything that
you may need; you don't need to justify your purchases unless they are
exceptionally expensive; in this case, you only need to keep the related
tickets. Once you finish your trip, the following Wednesday, you'll come to
Dr Lark's office and give him a verbal report. You should keep your cases
and visa cards for future actions. When we receive the minute of the
meetings, we'll call you in order your to ascertain it and sign. Dr Lark
and mine's phones will be open 24 hours a day for you; so, please don't
hesitate to contact us in case of any problem. Is it clear lady and
gentlemen?"

	"Yes, sir," Maria answered. "We'll do our best to fulfil our
needs." They extended their hands to us and wished a safe trip. We were
incredulous how far and quick things were going. Before we left, our
building manager asked us:

	"Maria, we need your help; that little blind girl named Sylvia is
very depressed, we have done everything we could; however, she continues
sobbing and she doesn't accept food; in a couple of days she must leave the
hospital. I'm worried about what her parents may think about us. She was
full of joy when she came for examination. I don't know what to think
about."

	"Let me have a look, she has been my patient and I know her." We
found Sylvia on the bed with a very sad face, apparently had been
crying. "Sylvia, dear, what's the matter with you? Who has hurt you?"  She
spun and hugged Maria on the waist.

	"Oh! Maria, I don't know what's happening to me. Who's with you?"

	"I'm Joss, Maria is my wife," I answered the girl.

	"I know that Joss, she loves you a lot."

	"We love each other a lot, the same as Bob and you." Hearing me
naming Bob, she started again sobbing.

	"That's the problem, I like him but I'm blind; he shouldn't love a
blind girl, he must do to a healthy girl and when he grows an adult to
marry a normal girl and not me..." Maria hugged Sylvia, caressing her
pretty blond hair.

	"Sylvia, you are a beautiful girl and you can't command on Bob's
heart, telling him to whom he has to love.  He chose you and didn't mind
whether you are blind or not. Why are you going to decide what he must do?
On the other hand, perhaps, you don't like him enough."

	"Oh no, I adore him, my heart race as a horse when I touch his
face; he is so cute..."

	"In that case, why are you risking...? Please, Sylvia, stop
wondering. He loves you and want to see you glad and with joy. Men enjoy
watching their girls happy, not sad; so cheer up and get back the pink
colours on your cheeks. Tomorrow he'll come and we are sure he wants to see
you happy." Sylvia smiled broadly.

	"Thank you, Maria. Is still my lunch on the table?"

	"Yes, it is. Joss please, put the tray on the desk."

	"I'll eat it now. I promise you not to be as I'm now. He'll find me
tomorrow fit and well. He has promised to take me to Europe with him and
will describe the monuments and I'll tell him their history, I'm very keen
on arts."

	"That's very good Sylvia; I'm sure that you'll enjoy being
together." We kissed her and left the room; the nurse was amazed by
watching the little girl having her lunch. I heard how a nurse was telling
to another: "They are called the angels; I think they must be..." During
visitors' time, in the afternoon, Bob came to see Maria and me; before he
went to see Sylvia he had bought a lovely bunch of flowers with him.

	"Glad to see you again, Bob," Maria said.

	"Thanks, Dr von Kempt. I want to ask you for a favour."

	"What is it, Bob?"

	"I, I, I would like to have ten minutes of privacy with Sylvia, may
I?" He blushed, however, Maria did as not noticing it, but I also realised
what he was going to do.

	"Bob, that isn't allowed to patients and visitors, though this, is
an exceptional case; however, this must be absolutely a secret, therefore
you must promise me no one will know it."

	"You can bet for it, I'm more interested than you in keeping it
secret. I'm almost a man and you can rely on my word."

	"Ok, come on and sit in my office; I'll bring you Sylvia. You'd
have ten minutes; please be prudent, Bob." I left him and in a few minutes,
I brought Sylvia with me. Immediately she entered the room, he went to her,
and I left my office standing outside keeping guard just in case. Bob then
said:

	"Sylvia, we are alone, we have ten minutes, Dr Maria von Kempt is
risking her position for us, but I need it."  He grabbed Sylvia's hands and
kissed her palms dragging them to his own cheeks. She started to tremble as
he continued: "Sylvia, I love you more than anything in the world."

	"But Bob, we are too young and besides I'm blind."

	"Please Sylvia, don't reject me. If you are blind I'll be your eyes
myself."  Tears started rolling down from the girl's beautiful blue blind
yes.

	"Bob, my Bob, I can't reject you! I love you from the first time I
touched your face, since then, I can't help sobbing." Bob approached her,
and looking at her face and her little breasts that could be seen thru an
upper aperture of her hospital pyjama, he kissed her cheeks and her eye
slicking her salty tears. She was quivering with her mouth near open and
her breath accelerated, then Bob kissed her red lips for the first time;
instinctively she opened her mouth and received Bob's tongue inside her;
both near fainted in pleasure. Bob felt how his cock was hard and
erected. She felt a strange stirring sensation in her groin. They broke the
tender kiss and hugged very tight, her head on Bob's left shoulder as he
was caressing her blond hair.

	"I love you Sylvia as you are, with your long hair and your pretty
face. I don't mind if you are blind or not. I'll be your eyes and your
heart wherever we go." Then Sylvia broke the hug and touching Bob's face,
reached his chin, and first kissed it and then his lips again.

	"I love you too; my Bob, I like this hole that breaks your
chin. Please, please, don't leave me."

	"Leave you? Are you mad, my girl? I'll never have a secret with
you; I'll be always honest to you."

	"Bob I have felt something strange and hard on your groins. I
suppose I should know..." She deeply blushed.

	"Yes Sylvia, it is my penis erected, as we kissed, but it must wait
until we are more grown up."

	"Bob you are so good... I must say that I also felt something
strange and pleasant when we kissed."  Before she finished, Bob kissed her
again, but this time passionately. His left hand stroked her hair, and the
right one introduced thru her pyjama, rubbing her little breasts and then
her back. She did the same caressing Bob's silky blond hair. However, as he
looked at his watch he broke the kiss.

	"Sylvia, I'd like to be like this for ages, but it is one minute to
go; let's sit down on the armchair and talk as good friends. We can
continue chatting but being separated. I don't want to spoil Dr Von Kempt's
friendship." They grinned and Bob opened the door so that anyone could see
them if wanted. In a couple of minutes, Maria came and Bob stared at her
gratefully.

	"How's my beautiful couple?" Sylvia stood up and hugged Maria. She
in private did not call her Dr. as Bob did with Joss.

	"Maria, we'll never thank you enough for what you have done. We
love you." Then Bob said:

	"Please, Dr let me call you Maria, as I do to Joss."

	"That's ok, Bob."

	"Thanks. Now I want you to be a witness." He extracted a gold chain
from his pocket, it had a little heart hanging, showing date and something
written in Braille language. "Sylvia this is for you." She took the jewel
and touched it. She blushed again remembering their kisses of some minutes
ago.

	"I know it is a present from you to Sylvia, but I don't understand
what it is written on it," Maria said. Then Sylvia read:

	"Our first kiss; and today date." Then she asked Bob. "How did you
know...?"

	"Because my heart never deceives me, my beautiful blonde and I
wanted it to open our affection forever.  I'm going to ask your consent in
presence of our friend Maria. Sylvia, will you marry me when we are adults?
She blushed again and stammering said:

	"Yes, I will."

	"My "bar mitzvah" will take place within a few months, before that
time arrives, I'll ask my Dad to ask your parents for you to be my
fiancé‚ until we are adults. I want everybody to know about it,
Sylvia."

	"Oh, Bob! I would kiss you if not..."

	"Do it; the only person here is Maria."

	"Wait a moment, and I'll watch no one can see you," Maria
said. "Now you can..." Before she could finish, Sylvia was kissing Bob
tenderly.

	"I like you Bob, and I consent."

	"I like you too, Sylvia. You'll be my wife."

	"Well my little couple, visitors' time in my office has finished;
if you want to continue, you must do publicly in the visitors' room or in
your own room." Maria took them to the visitor lounge where they sat down
together chatting about everything as two good friends.


CHAPTER 50
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The following Sunday we left for our missions. We reached all the
objectives, but Maria also improved hers.  She got the first machine free
of charge and the right to test any new model before it goes into the
market.  GE's director offered to hire her as a Negotiation Mgr. paying her
three times what she may get from our hospital plus a lot of benefits. She
rejected the proposal; that was also written in the minute of the meeting.

On Tuesday morning, we were near finishing our report to Mr Lark and to the
General Manager, Mr Simon. They were giving us his congratulations for our
performances when someone knocked on the door. Mr Simon had ordered not to
disturb us under any circumstance until he said otherwise. His secretary
showed herself.

	"Sorry sir, I know your instructions, but I have a very urgent
message for Mr Von Kempt, they had been trying to contact him since last
Sunday without success, and it is from Germany."

	"Please pass it to us." I took the receiver. It was from Peter.

	"Peter, what are you doing in Cologne?"

	"Oh Joss, thank God I catch you, we have been trying to contact you
since last Sunday." I heard muffled cries, he could not speak."

	"Please Peter, what..." Peter then could speak.

	"Joss, didn't you hear the news? It is... it is... it is Nick." I
heard how again he could not stop a sob."

	"Please, Peter take it easy, what has happened?" Maria was terribly
alarmed. Then, between sobs, Peter answered:

	"Nick, Nick has died in a plane crash." I was so stunned that I
could not speak. Maria then took the receiver; she had already guessed the
truth.

	"Peter, brother, what has happened to Nick?"

	"Oh, Maria! He was dead in a plane crash last Saturday. He was
returning from Holland to Madrid, but in the last minute, he changed his
mind and decided to fly first to Cologne to see Granny. He phoned us before
boarding the plane. The airliner crashed in a forest near Dusseldorf, not
far from Cologne."

	"Are you sure that he was in that plane."

	"No doubt; I have recognised the corpse by our mutual ring. Lucy
couldn't, and asked me to do it."

	"Peter, Joss is confused, please hold down the phone. We'll call
you in a minute." It was terrible, my little angel, my brother, my Nick was
dead. It seemed impossible, but it was real. My tears rolled down my cheeks
without a single sob, only sorrow and sadness, black sadness around me. Mr
Lark took me away from my thoughts.

	"We regret your loss, Joss, I think we must do something, however,
you should contact your family when you are ready."

	"Thank you, Sir, may I use your phone?"

	"Of course, go ahead." I dialled Granny's number and Peter was on
the line, now a little bit more calmed."

	"Peter, it is me, Joss." Then Peter told me what he had already
explained to Maria and how he could not reach us. I could not say him why,
since we were under confidential, only that we were travelling on short
holidays.  He explained that Dad was not there, he was preparing all
necessary for Nick's funeral that would take place the next day at 4:00
pm. Granny was very affected like Mom and Margaret. It needs not to say
that the poor Lucy was almost mad. Now the problem was ours, we had neither
passports nor time to catch a plane to reach Cologne in time; that made me
very sad. I watched how Mr Lark gazed at Mr Simon and he nodded. Mr Lark
then said:

	Joss, in such a manner we are responsible for your absence,
therefore we think we can help you."

	"Sir, there is not any responsible, only the circumstances and I
wonder what we can do."

	"Joss, your Granny is old and sick, isn't she?"

	"Yes, she is old but not seriously sick."

	"Never mind." Mr Lark said. "You and Maria will travel in our
plane-ambulance to officially collect her. Now is 4:00 pm in Cologne, the
plane take eight hours, so you must be ready to fly in a couple of
hours. I'll arrange everything. You must be dressed in white as doctors
from this hospital. Since you have not passports, you'll travel under our
own documents and your identity hospital card; however, should you have any
problem at your arrival, you must contact Mr Kurt Bergen; he is Cologne's
General Police Commander. If by any circumstance you still have problems,
you must phone to our Embassy in Bonn, asking for Bony Randal, of course,
this is not his real name; you can tell the whole truth to this person. We
cannot write these instructions, so you must keep them in your mind. You'll
then have 36 hours to return."

	"Thank you very much, sir." Then Jonathan said:

	"Excuse me, sir, may I accompany them?"

	"There won't be any problem whenever you go as an MD's assistant,
it would be too suspicious that three doctors go to pick up an old
patient."

	"No problem, I'll take a white dress without a name, only the word
nurse on it."

	"OK, then get ready, in two hours you'll fly to Cologne." I phone
Peter again instructing him accordingly; no one could go to the airport to
pick us up, I would phone him as soon as we landed. We boarded the plane
and seven hours later, around 3:00 am of the following day, we were landing
in Cologne-Bonn airport. As soon as we walked up into the terminal, a
police officer came to us and asked in German:

	"Are your Drs. Mr and Mrs von Kempt and nurse Jonathan Kirsch?"

	"Yes, we are," Maria answered.

	"Welcome home Doctors, please follow me." We followed him thru
different passages and corridors that ended outside the terminal. All
policemen that we found saluted him with respect. An ambulance was waiting
for us.

	"The ambulance will take you to your destination, you must instruct
the driver; however, I must warn you that the plane must fly back to the US
within 36 hours, with or without your patient. Here you are the phone
number to contact the pilot and advise him about your departure time. You
must instruct him with a minimum of two hours in advance.

	"We know it Sr. Thank you very much for your help and cooperation."
He said nothing; we shook hands and said good day. I instructed the driver
with the address, telling him not to show any lights and or siren; he
provided me with a phone number where we could contact him. The hotel for
Jonathan was located in the same street, ten doors further down, so, before
separating, we agreed to see each other Sometime later after the funeral.
We entered the house that we knew so well; it was a very sad moment for us
with Dad, Mom, Margaret, Peter, Granny and Lucy that was waiting for
us. Sad hugs and kisses followed. Many silent tears came out of our eyes;
only Granny seemed strong enough to stand. After a couple of hours, Granny
advised that next day would be a busy one, especially during morning. The
funeral and the burial would take place around noon, so everyone must go to
get some rest.

	"Please Joss, you and Maria remain with me; I need some company, I
have missed you a lot." I went to close the door and say good nights to the
family. After shutting it I returned. Granny was crying and Maria trying to
comfort her. I could not help but also joined them in our mutual
grief. Granny that seemed so strong now was with her heart broken naming
her grandchild. My memory brought me back to my little angel brother and to
those fond memories when we played and the first time we made love together
when fought some other boys... and so many events. My heart was so terribly
broken... I don't exactly remember the time we passed in silence where only
our cries could be heard. However, we needed them.  We needed to release
the souls of our sorrows and our bodies of the accumulated tensions. When
we calmed down, I went to the kitchen and prepared some tea. We were
sipping it, and then Granny said:

	"Joss, Maria, I would like to ask you for a favour."

	"Please Granny, you don't need to ask, just tell us what you want,
and we'll do it if it is in our hands," Maria said.

	"My children, soon I'll leave to join our Nick and my dear
Charles. Mother Nature is requesting it to me, but I would like to please
her leaving a replacement before my departure takes place, so we need
another baby in our family, this is my favour to you. I was taken aback by
her asking.

	"Granny, we are in the US and we would like our first baby to be
born in Europe, probably we must stay for some more time due to a new job."
Maria interrupted me.

	"Joss, Granny is right and I fully agree with her. You well know we
are longing for our own baby since we were 12 y/o. You wanted it as much as
I did. Why not? I want to have my babies meanwhile we are young and
strong. I know our tasks in the hospital would do this difficult, but I
don't mind it."

	"Maria, darling, but do you think that you'll be able to cope with
it?"

	"Yes, if we are together and we love each other."

	"You know that my life belongs to you, so only I tried not to be
selfish, since you are going to bear the worst part of it, however..." She
kissed me.

	"Granny, we'll do our best to please you; however, it does not only
depend on us but Mother Nature also has a lot to say." Granny, still with
her face wet with tears said:

	"Thank you, my children, Mother Nature will help. There's no time
to lose. You must go to bed right now, until 4:00 pm you have time.

	"But the burial will take place at 12:00," I argued.

	"No; that isn't correct; it will be at 16:00 hrs. Peter told you
that in order your bosses could speed up your departure. My main bed is
ready for you, my sons. Good nights." We kissed Granny and went upstairs to
our room; that room where we first made love near 13 years ago. We had a
strong pain in hour souls; however, there was something inside us telling
to forget our grief and to conceive a new human being to replace our lost
Nick. We needed it in spite of any common sense otherwise. As soon as we
entered the room, I hugged and kissed my wife.

	"I love you, Maria. In spite of our sadness, don't you feel a need
for lovemaking?"

	"Yes, I do. Something is telling me to go ahead and conceive that
child that you are longing for."

	"Let's do it, Maria, in spite of our sadness and sorrow; I'm sure
Nick would agree if he were with us."

	"I do agree with you, Joss." I started undressing Maria, the same
as I did that first time, but now with a long experience. Systematically I
went removing all her garments at the same time kissing every part of her
body. When I finished, I took her passionately on my arms and lay on the
bed. I started undressing but she told me:

	"Now is my turn." She sat on the bed and undressed me following the
same pace as I did to her. I jumped on the bed; my cock was already very
hard and ready. However, I wanted to put all my love at that moment. We had
a light climax before we started the final one. I entered her; my cock was
spitting a lot of precum waiting to be released of that tension. Our
tongues met sucking each other, but I could not resist anymore. We became a
sole body, a sole soul, only a wish in our hearts and minds: "To deliver
all our love in that intercourse." We badly wanted a baby and we wished to
put all our love in it. That final great feeling came; we started moaning
and breathing uncontrollably until our bodies stopped and united in a tight
hug we rolled from side to side of the bed, as my big load of semen was
being spurted inside my most loved person. We stopped moving, she atop of
me; when we recovered our breathing we caressed tenderly.

	"I think this has been super special."

	"I do agree with you, my little wife. I worship you, Maria." I
remembered when my Dad told Nick and me that to make love to bring a baby
was the most beautiful thing in the world. At that moment I knew he was
absolutely right." With that, we drifted to sleep. We were very tired so I
think that in a couple of minutes we were hard asleep. It seemed that only
a minute has passed when we heard some knocks on our door:

	"Joss, Maria, please get up, it is around 2:00 pm" It was Mom
calling us.

	"Sorry Mom, we'll be ready in ten minutes." We got up and showered
quickly. Fifteen minutes later, we were hugging Mom. She was near faint;
she had spent the whole night without any sleep, only crying and naming her
favourite son; now gone. She was and she is a very strong woman as her
mother, I knew she was very affected and those days will be in her memory
for the rest of her life.

I love my mother probably more than she thinks, but she always had eyes for
her Nick, thus I gave all my affection to Mother Louise; she was always
waiting for my hugs, that was also what I observed in Maria. I will try
never having a favourite in my children, probably I will have some
tendencies to like them differently, but I will never express anything that
makes them think that I love more to one than to another.

Funerals are very sad, but they cannot be avoided like at a wedding, it is
the moment to see your friends and family together. There, all members of
the gang came united as one, because some members were suffering; Johnny
and Jessica, Alfred and Lorna; also Williams. From my father family only my
cousins David and Lucy; she was terribly affected; her brother consoling
her; she had lost the father of her son and her eternal love.

Many friends came, amongst them Samuel with his wife and elder son. Granny
and the rest of us received the condolences from each one. When the turn
was for our close friends, such as Alfred, Johnny and Williams, my eyes
were a spring of tears, it was too hard. However, the hardest part was when
I hugged my cousins, especially Lucy. She hanged from my neck, she was
sobbing in silence, and then she murmured on my ears:

	"I loved him in spite I knew I could not have him to love me as I
wanted; however, our son will fill that gap."  I was too engrossed in
Maria's eyes, so I hugged her very tightly.

Peter remained apart, feeling a strong pain, so when everything was over,
he, Maria, Margaret, Lucy, David and myself, sat together and we hugged;
expressing our own special condolences to Lucy and him. Peter probably was
suffering as much as we did for our loss.

I asked for little Dario. That was like a stream of light from the haven
for all of them. Lucy answered me.

	"He is a beautiful copy of his father. He has started to speak,
though he makes some mix with German and Spanish words. He is under Mother
Louise's care." I stared at Maria and she sighed.

Nick was incinerated, as he had many times expressed, and his ashes placed
with our granddads'. That night we all talked, preparing our departures for
the next day. I contacted Jonathan, the pilot and the ambulance's driver;
we planned the departure around 8:00 am the next day. We continued with our
lovemaking as advised by Granny. It was hard to say goodbye but we did and
the plane takeoff was at the time we had fixed.

Disgraces never come alone. Two weeks after Nick's burial, Lucy and David's
mother passed away due to a mammal cancer. She did not deserve our family's
presence; however, except us; all went to support our cousins.  Uncle
Robert was alone, in spite his daughter and son were near him. He
recognized he had hurt his family, except his elder sister, influenced by
his father and afterwards by his wife. He had not had the strength to stop
them as his brother did. Remorse overwhelmed him; nevertheless, in spite of
all disdains, his brother, and his family was there to support him. When
Dad hugged him, Uncle Robert broke and started to cry like a child on Dad's
shoulder.  People assisting at the funeral probably thought that the old
man was crying for his wife, but they were entirely wrong.

	Sorry David, please forgive me. I know I don't deserve your and my
children's forgiveness, but I wasn't strong enough to..." Dad patted his
back and hugged his brother even tighter.

	"It is a long time since I forgot your wrongdoings. I'm your
brother and I know you; so please, forget everything. Let's finish this and
later we can talk. We have a common beautiful grandchild and you should
know him.

	"Yes, you are right." Total reconciliation came a few months later
when Uncle Robert knew Dario and David's children. "How could I have been
so blind?" He thought.


CHAPTER 51
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We returned to our daily duties trying to get away from our thoughts about
Nick. Approximately six weeks later, as usual after our hard work, we were
preparing for our daily lovemaking, however for the first time in our life
together, Maria said:

	"Joss, do you mind if we do not make love tonight?"

	"Of course not, how do you feel?"

	"I'm a little strange and besides I have missed my menstruation."

	"You might be pregnant, Maria."

	"Well, I don't know, since it would be the first time and I haven't
any experience about it.

	"Do you feel nausea or sicknesses?"

	"No, I'm quite well except that I don't feel in the mood to make
love, that's all. On the other hand, as you remember, I was very irregular
in my menstruations when I started in it."

	"Ok wife." I hugged and kissed her. "Do you know Maria? You look
more beautiful tonight than ever before."

	"Oh! Joss, it is that you see me like that." In spite of our jokes,
she secretly was suspiciously thinking about the pregnancy. Would it be
possible so quick? She had studied the matter and that was normal, so she
decided to consult with a colleague specialist before telling me anything;
she wanted to give me a surprise if positive. We were very absorbed with
our work and the project; however, Maria started disliking things that
before she liked a lot, so she decided to make the consultation; on the
other hand, now was near two months from the day we decided about the baby.

	"Jim, I need your professional advice," Maria said to his
colleague.

	"What is it, Maria."

	"I'm not sure, but I might be pregnant, but sometimes I had been
very irregular on my menstruations, however, I don't want to say anything
to Joss before being absolutely sure."

	"Maria, can you miss half an hour from your job?"

	"Yes, this morning I'm a little bit more relaxed."

	"Ok, sometimes symptoms can be very confusing; to ascertain it, the
best thing to do is to carry out the related analysis." She urinated and
the man took the sample into the little laboratory; some minutes later, he
came with a little paper:

	"Maria, welcome to the world of motherhood. Congratulations!" She
remained in silence and after one minute or so she hugged Jim.

	"Thank you Jim; please don't tell anything to Joss. When do you
think the birth will take place? He looked on a chart and said:

	"If everything goes right, and according to your data, it should be
ready during the week starting on 16th May. It will be a pleasure to look
after you during your pregnancy."

	"Thank you very much, Jim. I accept your proposal; no one would do
better than you. That's wonderful Jim."

	"To begin with, here you are some prescriptions that you must
take. I'll explore your tummy now and expect to see you every month
together with the future father unless you observe anything's wrong."

	"Thank you again, Jim. I'll see you soon." She returned to her
duties but she looked so happy that an old nurse told her:

	"Dr. did you get a prize?" She laughed and kissed the old nurse.

	"It is better than that, July." That night I was very tired due to
the long operation of a boy of 10 y/o. He was very sick and probably he
would not survive. I made all my best and had a light hope that he may get
well. Maria was radiant that evening for many reasons that she did not like
to tell me, but when we were naked she looked at me:

	"My dear hawk, from now on you must be very careful, you may cause
damage to your son or daughter." I was so taken aback that I could not say
anything; I hugged so tight my wife that she had to warn me again. I kissed
her around all her body, especially on the tummy.

	"Maria, that's wonderful! I can't believe it."

	"Why not? You are young, a very cute boy and you have a wife that
adores you..."

	"When do we expect the baby?"

	"Jimmy has told me that for week commencing on 16th May."

	"For that time I'll be 27 y/o."

	"A very young father." She caressed me and we made properly love
because we badly wanted our baby.

Within a couple of weeks, we had new meetings with people from the project;
it was getting very well, faster than we expected. However, we were ending
our third year in the hospital and our permits and visas would finish. Mr
Lark called us for a meeting.

	"Maria, Joss; normally trainees end their three years and return to
their home, state or country; nevertheless, you are special for us. We want
you to extend your stay forever in this country, or at least, for some
years. Maria, you are going to have a baby, so we have thought to allocate
you in one of our cottages, the baby would need clean air and be outside of
the hospital."

	"Thank you, Sir, for all your kindness. Maria and I have discussed
this. We are in debt with you and it wouldn't be fair to leave now. If you
agree, we'll remain here until the project is finished and working at our
entire satisfaction. We have estimated that a couple of years would be
enough to give some training and reach enough experience. Europe needs also
our experiences; many people from your Community and others can't travel to
the US, we love all children not only American ones."

	"Fair enough Joss; you always surprise me, and believe me, we are
more in debt with you than you with us. Will you accept the cottage?" I
looked at Maria and she nodded.

	"Yes sir, Maria will need special care, we want a healthy baby."

	"In that case, everything settled; we feared that you wanted to
return to Europe." Then Maria said:

	"We do want to, at least for a couple of weeks to see our family
and how they are getting on after Nick's dead."

	"Better than that. Since we have had the meeting with the project's
people, and unless you have some operations that can't be delayed, you can
go for three weeks. I hope you find your family well. You can start your
holidays from next Friday. We'll have ready your new house upon your
return.

	"Thank you very much, Sir. We'll check with our building Mgr. As
far as we know, there's nothing that cannot be postponed three weeks." We
shook hands and returned to our duties. Yet, we had not said anything to
our family, we wanted at least carry them some joy. That noon we called and
advised about our holidays, being the first visit to Cologne to see
Granny. We wanted her to know it the first, and make a proposal.

We flew to Cologne via Frankfurt, and in spite of her being 79 y/o; she
received us as when we were 12 y/o. We gave her a great hug and some tears
came to her and to us because we all were thinking about our beloved Nick.
It was late so after some chats, we decided to go to bed. Next morning
after breakfast, we sat around Granny as we used to do when we were
children, then Maria said:

	"Granny we want to give you good news."

	"What is it, my children?" Then I took Granny hands in mine.

	"We expect a baby for the next May, Granny. We wanted that you knew
it before anyone else." She was not surprised, and then she hugged Maria
and kissed her tenderly.

	"I expected that news Sometime ago my sons." Then Maria said:

	"Granny, if it is girl, we want to name her Elisabeth, in any case,
we want you to come with us to Spain and live with us; you must teach
her/him German. Would you do that? Still, we must remain two years in the
US, but when you like, we'll bring the furniture we might need."

	"If I'm fit and well, I promise you to spend my last days with you;
however, when I pass away you must return my ashes and place them together
with Nick and grandpa."

	"We'll do that if you want it, Granny.

	"By the way Joss, in the loft there are two lovely cots. Your
Mother and our old ancestors Nick and Joss slept in them. Your Mom never
wanted to take them, but I want you to see in case you like them."

	"Jolly good, Granny." Maria said. "Please Joss, let go to the
attic, and see the furniture." We went upstairs and had a look; they were
two jewels but needed some restoration.

	"Granny, they are beautiful, we'll take both just in case; however
they need some repair and fitness."

	"Don't worry; I'll do that during these two years. Still, there are
some specialists in antiques in Cologne. I'm glad that you decide to take
them."

We spent the whole week in Cologne; we had not said anything to our
families, yet. When we arrived, that was almost a funeral again with
tears. I stared at where Lucy was and saw that beautiful little blond boy
who was watching us. I near kneeled and opened my arms for him; he doubted
for a moment, looked at his Mom and then he ran to me.

	"Daddy, daddy!" He shouted. I took him against my chest, hugged,
and kissed him tenderly. He was now almost 3 y/o and spoke clearly. Nobody
could explain why he called me daddy. Added to Maria's pregnancy, that was
as if a rubber dashed away all sadness. We received many kissed from all,
but an especially one from Mother Louise that sobbing said:

	"Joss my son, you'll never know how much I love you."

	"You don't need to tell me that Mother Louise, I know it since I
was a baby; soon I learnt that I was your favourite and felt very secure in
your lap."

	"A few days ago I was talking to your Mom regarding Nick, I showed
her that she did not care that everyone knew she loved Nick more than her
other children; but Nick was so intelligent that he understood right from
the beginning that fact, so he tried to compensate you with his special
affection."

	"That's true. I have thought about this a lot and discussed with
Maria, and we have promised ourselves never to do the same. I'll love all
my children for equal, or at least, I'll never make any difference among
them, even if I have a preference for any, this cannot be avoided, more or
less what you did."

	"You have been as my own sons, so I was doubly happy when you said
you liked Maria. Peter sometimes said that my son is you and not himself,
but he is joking of course." I told them everything about Granny and our
promise to her. She approved what we had done. One afternoon when we were
sat, with Dario on my knees, Dad came with many papers that spread in front
of us.

	"Joss; Maria, these are the drawings of your future house in the
Annexe. I advised Margaret that we could build two houses, but she prefers
to live in the city, so I have to make some enquires about. Just for you
and me, I think she is in love with Peter." We laughed at what we knew for
many years back.

	"Dad, besides our needs, please adds an extra room for Dario."
Everybody looked surprised, but Lucy stood and hugged me from behind. She
understood that I would be the boy's real father.

	"Thanks, Joss. He'll need you more than me when he grows."

	"No, Lucy. Nothing can replace a mother."

Time passed quickly and we returned to the US. We continued our daily tasks
and Maria's tummy increased in volume. Two events marked that year. We were
very advanced on the project, so in the meeting, it was decided to choose
candidates for the first operations. Amongst them were Sylvia; we called
her, apparently for a routine check, however, in fact, it was to find out
deeply all possible pros and cons in case we operate her. Maria handled all
the studies, however, the young girl wanted more to talk to Maria than to
find out why she was called for checking.

	"Maria, I'm very glad to be here, I didn't know what to do to talk
to you, because you are very busy, and besides I don't want to give any
opportunity for gossips at home or in the school."

	"Sylvia, we can talk meanwhile I check you, but I want you to touch
something." Maria took the girl's hand and placed it on her tummy.

	"Oh, Maria! That's wonderful, I can feel the baby." She reached
Maria's neck and kissed her.  "Congratulations! I suppose you are very
happy, aren't you?"

	"Yes Sylvia, very happy indeed. We are looking forward to having
it, in five months she or he will be here.  What about you and Bob,
Sylvia?"

	"Oh very well, he comes very often home and when my parents aren't
there, we had very good times. I love him a lot Maria, I can't be without
him talking or kissing me. Maria, may I talk to you freely as my best
friend? I have not any person close enough to tell my confidences."

	"Of course you can."

	"Is there any possibility that someone can hear us?"

	"No. This is my place and no one will enter without previous asking
for permission."

	"Maria, when we are alone we do things."

	"What do you mean Sylvia?" The girl deeply blushed.

	"Well... sex things; we kiss each other and touch all our body
parts. We enjoy a lot; I didn't know how pleasurable it was."

	"You scare me, Sylvia. I think you are going too far."

	"Oh no! That would be when we are more grown up, that's what Bob
says; but sometimes I fear that we could not stop and we may go too far, as
you say; but we feel so good..." She sighed and paused, and then she
resumed her confidences. "Last Sunday we were absolutely alone, the maid
was out and my parents went to see some friends. As usual, we started
kissing but soon he introduced his hand thru my blouse and reached my
breasts, it was as an electric discharge, I started trembling but I liked
it very much. I paid him back and I put my hand thru his shorts and grabbed
his penis. I had felt it before but never touched, it was very hard and
hot. He told me to stroke it up and down his shaft; he then opened totally
my blouse and I lay down on the couch. He started licking and sucking my
breasts. Dragged my panties down to my thighs, and then I told him to
stop. He answered that he only wanted to see my pussy, he licked and sucked
it restoring my panties to its original position; that was too much; I near
bitted him, I was very excited but not out of control."

"He dragged down his shorts and placed his penis on top of my crotch so his
testicles were over my thing. He started moving himself up and down on top
of me; we were breathing very hard and soon that lovely feeling came to
both of us. He started spurting that hot and cream fluid on my belly and
navel. He stained my blouse, so we must clean and dry it before my parents
came back. We laughed a lot after that. We caressed tenderly and we made
many promises. Maria, I felt the happiest girl in the world. I love Bob
heaps."

	"Sylvia, you must be very careful. As you are telling me you
weren't out of control, that's good, otherwise, you can get pregnant. It
wouldn't be the first girl of your age that gets a baby because she was out
of control. If you feel that you both cannot control yourselves, it is much
better you avoid those situations or get him to use a condon, if you are
determined to consummate your..."

	"Thank you, Maria, but Bob is also very responsible and we don't
know yet when we'll be able to consummate our love, in spite he will get
his "bar mitzvah" next week."

	"Sylvia, it is also necessary that you continue being a responsible
girl. On the other hand, if you are absolutely sure of Bob's feelings, you
can consummate it any time. However, and this is an advice from a good
friend and near mother, you may do it now, in two months, two years or ten
years time, but you must do it in a quiet and nice environment where no one
can disturb you knocking on your door. The day that you decide to give your
virginity to your lover is a very, very, very special moment that you'll
remember all your life and that must be a happy moment. Remember that
Sylvia, you'll thank God for it, because of that, he must be the one that
you love most and deserve your precious gift."

	"Thank you very much, Maria, I'll do. I promise you. We'll never go
too far until we get that special moment that I wonder when will arrive. By
the way, Maria, all my family will attend to his 13th birthday party; this
is a special event and I want to impress him. How can I be dressed?"

	"Well, first of all, if Bob loves you, don't worry about your
dress; he'll see you as the most beautiful girl in the world, as you
imagine him. However, if I were to decide, you, with those lovely blue eyes
and that fantastic blond hair, I would get a blue marine or dark green
velvet dress with a white or yellow ribbon in your waist. The collar not
very close, and with a band around it of the same colour than the waist's
ribbon. You should wear black shoes, white socks, and something parting
your hair. Ah! Don't forget to hang on your neck the present he gave
you. You must be beautiful."

	"Thank you, Maria; could you make me a drawing of it?"

	"Yes, but you must promise me not tell anybody who made it."

	"I promise, Maria, don't worry.

	"Ok, Sylvia, give my regards to Bob and I hope you enjoy in that
feast."

Maria finished all testing and Sylvia proved to be in the best position for
the operation. She then added:

	"Sylvia I'm going to say you something, it is very important in
spite it seems vague to you; I would never say to anybody and you must
promise me not to disclose, even to Bob."

	"You can rely on me, Maria; I'll never comment or say anything
regarding today's conversation."

	"Ok. Sylvia. If everything goes right, something very special is
going to happen to you. It'll be very important. I cannot disclose anything
else, but you are clever enough." Sylvia tears rolled down along her smooth
face, she understood the words from Maria and then hugged her very tightly.

	"God bless you Maria, I'll pray for you and Joss for all what you
do in favour of children."


CHAPTER 52
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A couple of months later, the machine arrived and was installed. We started
the testing, firstly with mice and later with two apes, the results were so
satisfactory that it was decided to make the first operation in a human
being, Mr Lark said:

	"Joss, what do you think? Are we ready?"

	"I think we are, sir, however, I would like a final test with
another monkey; then, if satisfactory, we could go ahead with a human
being, but it must be a volunteer. We have some possible candidates, girls,
and boys that this would be their last chance since they are in full
puberty. In addition, we must request to GE to install a double computing
system, just in case. A computer is a very sensible machine, and sometimes
it freezes without any explanation in spite of many testing.

	"Joss, you or Maria will perform it, I offer my son as a candidate,
he is 16 y/o, and we cannot lose any more time." We were stunned by the
news and the offer.

	"Sorry sir, we didn't know..." Then Maria argued:

	"Sir, I prefer that Joss perform that operation. I'm on my last
days of pregnancy and my baby could ask for entry in our world at any
moment."

	"I forgot that, sorry Maria. We are so engulfed in the problem..."

The operation was programmed to take place in two weeks time, so coinciding
with my 27th birthday. We entered the special operation theatre different
from a common one, where we did not need either current instruments or
extreme lights. The patient lay down only with a little bit of anaesthesia,
so he could observe the operation.

Every step was video recorded as proof, being present some representatives
from GE. We proceeded to weld the wound inside the boy's eyes, first one
eye, then, the second. The operation ended in thirty minutes.  We called Mr
Lark and himself took his blindfolded son to a near room for recovery. Now
the fear was that the boy was too old; however, he looked immature for his
age, and that had been our hope.

Meanwhile, something was happening. Nobody told me anything until a couple
of hours later.

After the operation, we blinded the boy with a bandage; in normal
circumstances that would be unnecessary, but this time was special. After
Sometime of rest, when we were ready to take away the bandage from the
boy's eyes I said to Mr Lark.

	"Mr Lark, do you want to do it yourself?"

	"No Joss, I prefer you complete your task," I advised the boy.

	"Robert, if the operation was Ok you'll see us as a blur, but don't
worry, in a couple of hours that will disappear. In any case, you must
avoid crying, we don't expect any reversal damage; yet, this is our first
try, so please, control your emotions, especially if we have succeeded."

	"Please go ahead Dr., I want to see my Dad, and I'm sure I'll do."
The boy bravely answered.

	"Ok, let's go." I unfolded the boy's head; when the bandage was
removed the boy stood up and looked around silently; his father was praying
in one corner of the room, he went directly to his father and touched him
on his back.

	"Dad, you don't need to pray anymore, unless it is for thanking our
Lord for this mercy. I see you again."  Father and son hugged, all moments
were being recorded for posterity. We all hugged and a toast was raised for
success. The lawyers that were present immediately left for the patent
register office. Then Mr Lark said:

	"Joss, we'll never do sufficient to pay you and your team back for
what you have carried out, and now again, I ask for your understanding and
your forgiveness to us."

	"Why, Sir? There is nothing to forgive; on contrary, we are full of
joy." Then Jonathan said:

	"Joss, as you can see Maria isn't here. You have a beautiful
daughter from two hours ago. You were operating when she was born. She and
Maria are perfect. Congratulations!" Everybody hugged me.

	"Thanks gentlemen, but my wife and daughter are waiting for me." I
rushed to the other building and I found my beautiful wife in bed and my
little daughter Elisabeth on her chest. I hugged and kissed Maria many
times; then I took my daughter on my arms, she was quiet, her little blue
eyes looking errant from one side to other. She was a lovely baby with no
hair as Dario was when he was born. Mr Lark arrived and kissed Maria on the
forehead.

	"Maria, thanks for your understandings. Joss was operating my son
when you were having your baby; fortunately, both instances have been a
great success. As soon as you are fit, you'll do the operation for girls
and Joss and Jonathan for boys; that is psychological. Our and GE's lawyers
are preparing a press release once everything is registered. As soon as the
team is ready, a press conference will take place, you, Jonathan and Joss
will be the stars; we are making history in medicine."

A few months later it was the turn for Sylvia, Maria wanted to operate her.

	"Well Sylvia, here we are again, and now our secret can be
disclosed and your dream comes true."  The girl started sobbing in
silence. Her parents looked at her, ignoring the mutual secret and
friendship shared by them.  They left the room for some moments. "Now you
must be brave Sylvia, it will only take a few minutes, but you must be
blindfolded for two hours. Do you want anything special after the
operation?"

	"Yes. When you take away the bandages from my eyes, I would like to
see Bob; can you arrange that?"

	"If your parents agree, I think that I can do it, let's call them,
they are outside the room."

	Can I speak in private to you?"

	"Of course you can, we are alone now."

	"He isn't my Dad. My Dad died in a car crash when I was 9 y/o. I
adored him; I think Mom was jealous of me. She has remarried twice since
them. My little brothers are from the second husband. All our fortune is
mine, or will be mine; Mom has nothing. She administers it with the help of
Dad's lawyer until I'm 21 y/o. She does not like Bob because he is not as
richer as I am.

	"But she allows Bob's visits you, doesn't she?"

	"She is being forced by me. Most of the times, Bob visits me
because our driver, Edward, helps us; always avoiding Mom's presence. He's
very clever and used to work for Dad. They were close friends in spite of
the social differences between them. It seems Dad told him when he was near
to pass away, to look after me until I reached the age of 21. Bob realised
that, and during our trip to Europe, he told me that he loved me and was
ready to reject any help from my family. He said he'll become an MD like
you and Joss and will earn enough money for us. In fact, now he is one of
the top students in his school."

	"How do you know all that, and are you sure he will act as he
said?"

	"How did you know at my age that Joss would do what he did? I have
my sources of information in the school. Furthermore, I know that many
girls would like a kiss from Bob, even some more important than me and not
blind."

	"But Sylvia, we have a high percentage of probabilities that you'll
recover your vision."

	"But he doesn't know anything. On contrary, he has been told that
I'm seriously sick."

	"Who has done this?"

	"My stepfather. Besides, when I came for your checking last time, a
couple of days before, I heard him arguing with Mom; he was telling her not
to authorise my operation because I may risk my life; then Mom told him
that the only one at risk was himself, since he expected to keep me blind
forever and handle my fortune. I have recorded all the conversation."

	"Sylvia, that isn't fair! I can't approve such conduct on a
beautiful and highly educated girl, as you are."

	"I didn't do it on purpose. I usually take my little tape-recorder
to record the bird's chirping sounds. I placed it under their window to
record a nightingale's that had its net in the garden. When I reproduced
the sounds, I found all that. Still, Bob does not know, but if I recover my
vision I have planned to consummate our love very soon."

	"Sylvia, you must be very careful, otherwise you may get pregnant
and a baby. I told you several times."

	"Thank you, Maria. We, blind people, have a lot of time to think; I
have carefully planned it in a very quiet and nice environment, as you told
me. We have a beautiful cottage in the mountings where Dad used to take me.
We enjoyed hearing there all bird sounds; he explained to me all colours;
Mom doesn't like to go there. I'll pay a visit to my doctor; I have some
problems with my menstruations so he can give me the pills; if not, I can
get them thru other sources.

	"I know you are a brave and smart girl. I wish you good luck,
Sylvia. Now I need to call your parents to authorise Bob to come as a
family member. Maria called them and asked about Sylvia wishes.  Her Dad
argued:

	"Why do you want that, Sylvia?"

	"Dad, you, and Mom know that we like each other. He doesn't know
that I'm going to be operated; he never expected that I could recover my
vision, so after you, he's the person to whom I much love. He deserves me."
Her eyes started dropping a cascade of tears, and then her Dad said:

	"No problem Dr., please arrange a special visit for Bob, if you
can."

	"He must come with you as part of the family; otherwise I cannot
admit him, only I'll separate him from you.  You only need to say to him
that Sylvia is in the hospital again and wants to see him. Since the
unfolding will take place during the Saturday afternoon, he'll be able to
come after his religious duties."

Two weeks later Maria operated Sylvia; however, some events took place
while we were inside the operation theatre. Bob and Sylvia's parents were
in a nearby waiting room as three men entered the room; Bob explained it
later to us. One of the men asked.

	"Are you Richard Smith or better, Thomas Rucker?" He got white and
stammered something that the boy could not understand. Then the men showed
them as FBI's agent cards; one of them cuffed the man. The taller that
seemed the boss, explained to the cuffed man.

	"Thomas Rucker, you are arrested and charged in connection with the
murder and robbery of Mrs Ana Lockfield five years ago in Atlanta. You are
entitled to..." Sylvia's Mom did not know what to say. The detective told
her.

	"If what we have discovered thru his partner is true, he'll be in
jail for the rest of his life." They left.  We learnt Thomas Rucker was a
handsome and sterile fortune hunter, and this was not his first
crime. Sylvia's Mom had not paid attention to any of the advice that she
heard from his friends and family, though her society never accepted the
man. FBI had investigated the man like Edward, Sylvia family's driver, gave
the recorded sound tape to Sylvia's lawyer. At that moment, we knew
anything as we entered to Sylvia's room. I noticed that his foster father
was not there, however, it was not strange. Bob was in a corner with two
red roses for his girlfriend; her mother sighed when she saw her daughter
returning and smiling as she felt the presence of her most loved
persons. Maria then said:

	"Well Sylvia, the great moment is here. If we have succeeded you'll
see things a little bit blurred, though that's temporal; within a few hours
it will disappear." Maria proceeded to remove the bandages and gauze
blinding the girl's eyes. She stood and looked around, then slowly walked
up to where his Mom was and hugged her very tightly. She did not ask for
her foster father. The woman hugged back her daughter as some tears
dribbled along her cheeks. She kissed her on the head.

	"You still are beautiful, Mom." She hugged Maria and me. "Thanks,
Mrs Von Kempt." She then looked at the corner where Bob was trembling of
emotion; she approached him and took the boy's hands in hers; then kissed
him on the cheeks as she murmured, "You are even more handsome than I
thought. " Bob flushed and we grinned.  We knew what was going thru de
boy's mind. After a few minutes of congratulations from the nurses, Maria
gave a paper to Sylvia's Mother.

	"Well Sylvia, in two hours you can return home. Here you are the
prescription for the next week. We expect you here in seven days, and then,
if everything goes alright, next month will be the last visit to this
hospital, at least in what your eyes are concerned." As we left the room,
Bob followed us to Maria's office.  He hugged us very tight.

	"Thanks, Maria and Joss. We like you and hope to have the
opportunity to see you again. Now I must leave because my parents are
coming to see Sylvia and her Mom. I suppose her stepfather won't be any
more here." He grinned.

	"Glad to have known you, Bob; you are a great boy and Sylvia a
beautiful girl. We are sure you'll be a happy couple." He smiled and kissed
us goodbye.

Sylvia and Bob married five years later before going to College. Today they
live in New Jersey and have twin boy kids. As far as we know, he is a good
Neurologist, a real promise in this field. Sylvia is into electronic
production business as she graduated in Economics.

The news of our hospital's success in this field reached the most important
universities around the world; in the US we were invited to give some
conferences in the application of laser rays; also to Madrid where Johnny's
party was on power. The Ministry of Health approved a budget to install
that machine, inviting Maria and me to its inauguration. Time passed very
quickly. Two more years elapsed and the time to say good-bye to all our
friends arrived. However, during that year that Elisabeth was born, she was
already around six months old; I received the visit of Raphael.

	"Congratulation Joss for the two events! First, your pretty
daughter; and second, your success with the new system."

	"Thank you, Raphael, but that's the Hospital's merit, not ours. I
suppose you have come not only to that, am I right?"

	"Yes, you are right Joss. The purpose of my visit is mainly to
invite you and your wife to my 13th birthday's party on 10th of this month,
Friday; the next Saturday will take place the ceremony of my "bar mitzvah"
so the party will be special. Finally, I have convinced my Dad that during
the night I'll offer a violin concert to all my friends and guests; you and
Maria are special and I would be very happy if you could assist."

	"It is a great honour for us to be within your friends' group, we
know the importance and the meaning of that to any Jew. We are very busy,
but you can be sure that we'll be there, unless anything, out of our hands,
happens."

	"Joss, I also want to remind you something; you promised me, to
introduce me to your colleague, the grandson of that doctor that saved my
Dad and my Uncle's lives. My Dad is anxious to know him." Then Maria added:

	"He's scared about being known, besides very shy."

	"Please Joss, do your best, I know that you can get him."

	"Raphael, please, come next Sunday afternoon with your Dad and
uncle. We'll have a cup of coffee with him and his wife." Raphael stood up
astonished.

	"That's great! Thank you, Joss, Dad will be so happy... I like to
please him and I know how great this event will be for them. I'll bring my
violin and I'll play for you and your daughter."

	"That's good, so till next Sunday afternoon." The young lad hugged
me and kissed Maria.

	"Goodbye." He was so glad and content that Maria laughed.

	"Why haven't you told him the truth, Joss?"

	"I want to give them the surprise."

The following Sunday arrived and we heard the doorbell ringing. Maria was
feeding Elisabeth. I invited them to enter and sit down. Raphael introduced
me to his Dad and Uncle.

	"Dad, Uncle, this is Joss, a good doctor and a better friend." We
shook hands and I invited them to sit down. Raphael started unpacking his
violin, and then his father said:

	Sorry Doctor, but we own too much to your friend." At that moment,
Maria came with our daughter in her arms. I introduced her. Raphael asked:

	"Joss I'm going to play something only for you, Maria and little
Elisabeth before your friend arrives." I could not fake more the
truth. When he finished his lovely interpretation, I said:

	"Raphael, he won't come." His Dad and uncle could not understand; I
could see the disappointment and sadness in the boy's eyes.

	"But... why Joss? You told me that..."

	"Because he doesn't need to come, he is here, right in front of
you, Raphael. Sorry I kept you like that, but Granny doesn't want any
publicity about what she did. Also gentlemen please accept my apologies."
The boy was mouth dropped in disbelief. The two men were as surprised as
Raphael was. After they recovered from the surprise, the boy's father said.

	"I'm sorry for our insisting on you, we shouldn't touch old wounds,
they did something that our people, and especially my family, will never
forget. Later, we knew the terrible risks they had. Are they still alive?"

	"Only my grandmother; my grandfather passed away some years
ago. Here you are; this is she today." I showed them a recent Granny's
photograph.

	"I remember her as a very beautiful woman; she played the piano to
prevent someone could hear our laughs meanwhile we played inside of that
secret room; ignoring our real danger until we left the house with false
documentation. We travelled to the Netherlands and then to the US. Needn't
say, Dr Von Kempt, that we are at your entire disposal in case you may need
something from us. Do you think we could see her sometime?"

	"I'm sure she will be very happy to see you both. In fact, I
referred her about my encounter with Raphael and she asked me whether I had
met you." A few months later, a troupe of both families, including Raphael,
visited us in Spain; he did not forget to bring with him his violin and
made a special play for her. Only a couple of months ago we received a
special invitation to attend a concert in Madrid by a young violin player
and composer, Raphael.  He is a successful musician and his first work has
been a symphony named "Elisabeth." Probably nobody knew that it was
dedicated to Granny. The piece relates the story of two boys protected by
an angel that plays with them; but during a sequence, a fire starts and the
angel takes the two children and leaves them in a paradise. However, due to
the fire and efforts, the angel loses his wings, but he is prized with the
heaven where he flies with new wings.

When the interpretation ended, the public stood up shouting "bravos." It
was a great moment. We invited Raphael to our house and he knew the rest of
our family.


CHAPTER 53
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We returned to Spain and to our new house, a large one. All the family
received us at the airport, and the beautiful Dario came and jumped onto my
arms. At the time he was four, and like his father, a strong pretty boy. I
hugged and kissed him as I thought in my brother. Dario is Nick's clone,
except that his eyes are dark blue and his blond hair curly. However, as
the time has demonstrated his resemblances to his progenitor end there. The
rest of him is from my father. He is a joyful boy who loves music and plays
the piano and an accordion that I bought for him in Germany. As we did, he
speaks German and Spanish fluently; Granny was very proud of her great
grandchild since he had spent most of the time with us. As soon as we
arrived, he formed part of my family right from the beginning. He became my
elder son. Especially little Elizabeth adores him. His mother travels
frequently and she knew we loved my brother's son.

We wanted a new baby before Elisabeth was 3 y/o. She is a beautiful and
smart girl. She could speak either in English or Spanish; and as soon as
she came to Spain, Mom and Granny started speaking to her only in German.
She had silky blond hair and blue eyes. Granny said she was very much as
herself at her age.  Today she is 10 y/o.

At our return, Granny had the two cots restored and shipped to Spain, the
same most of her furniture that we needed. Our house was ready for us four,
and as Granny promised, she came to live with us; however, she preferred
her old Margaret's room. Mom was terribly happy and Mother Louise more than
anyone. Two months after our arrival, the twins Peter and Nick were born;
today they are near 8 y/o. They are very cute and rascals, and have brown
hair and blue eyes. They have a lovely dimple in his right cheek and is
very difficult to call them apart; so we tried to dress them differently,
however when they make any mischief, trade their clothes, so we are forced
to punish both.

When the twins were 2 y/o Granny passed away. It was a very sad moment for
us, but she looked happy.  Just two days before her passing away, she
called Maria and me.

	"Joss, you are now the head of our family; please look after
everyone. Once I leave you must pay a visit to Samuel, he has full
instructions on how to proceed, but nothing will be done without your
consent."

	"Please Granny, don't talk about that, you should try to get rid of
your sickness."

	"Joss darling, you are a good MD and I'm proud of you and Maria,
you have fulfilled all my expectations, so I'm glad to leave." We could not
admit that fact, but a couple of days later she passed away. We incinerated
her and I carried her ashes to Cologne where she lived her whole life. A
funeral was celebrated in the Cathedral being attended by many people,
especially Lauthen and Samuel families.

Maria wanted a new Joss in the family, but instead, my sweet Maria
came. She is very much the same as her mother; two lovely dimples on her
cheeks show the Martinez's origin. She is five y/o. Finally, the expected
Joss arrived two years ago. Maria was very happy when she observed our baby
had blue eyes and black curly hair, in spite of her efforts, she cannot
avoid her preference for the little Joss; however, she always says that
this is because he is the last little in the house.

Margaret and Peter married the following month after the twins' birth. They
have two girls of eight and six; and a boy of four. They live in Madrid in
the large flat that Granny bought when we entered the University. Johnny
and Jessica also married and now they have a boy of ten and a girl of
five. Alfred married Lorna; they have a boy of eleven and two girls of
seven and five. Finally, Williams continued being single, all children
called him Uncle Willy; however, five months ago married Lucy.

As I promised Mother Louise, I made no distinction amongst my six children,
I love them dearly, but for obvious reasons I have my favourite, she is my
sweet little Maria. The twins prefer Mother Louise and, spite she does not
admit it, they are her favourites; she always says that they are as John
and Manuel, so Johnny also likes them, as he is their
godfather. Nevertheless, she will never tell anyone, as she never did with
me.  A few days ago, the twins were discussing, and Nick came to me.

	"Daddy, Peter is telling me that you love him more than me." For an
answer, I said:

	"Nick, tell Mother Louise to give you an orange fruit and a knife,
please be careful with it." Peter then said:

	"Daddy, that's the fruit that I like much." Nick brought me the
orange and I made two equal halves.

	"Peter, which half does you like more?"

	"Any, both are the same."

	"And you, Nick?

	"The same as Peter, I don't mind."

	"You both are the orange. Do you think that I love one half more
than the other?"

	"Oh, surely not." They answered at unison. They hugged me, one from
the back and the other from the front.

Then two stronger arms hugged all three in a heap, I felt a soft kiss on my
right cheek; I took his palm and I kissed it. The twins looked at his
brother Dario, immediately jumped back, Nick turned around:

	"Hey big bro, don't forget our rehearsal tomorrow morning." She
motioned to hunt them and the little boys ran outside. Dario liked to be
alone with me. When he was younger, he used to sit on my lap starting to
play with my fingers and with two rings that I wore, telling me stories
about the school or his friends that I listened patiently.  Many times, he
ended asleep and I took him to bed. As he grew up, did not change those
moments, but sat on my right side on the couch and played with my
fingers. This was one of those times and I must admit that I enjoyed being
close to my elder son; though he really was my nephew. Still, he has that
beautiful pitchy but modulated voice, though soon would change.

	"Dad, why do you wear two rings? You should have only one. I have
observed the same on Uncle Peter." I turned a little around, so I could
better watch that wonderful boy; I placed my right arm around his shoulders
and kissed him on the forehead and he hugged me. When we separated, I
extracted the rings, and then I took the silver one and tried on his thin
ring finger. Yet, it was too big for him; and I returned it to my finger.

	"Dario, this ring isn't mine, but yours." My nephew seemed
surprised, as I continued. Once you grow enough, I'll place on your
finger. It is from your father. Uncle Peter recognized his corpse because
he wore this ring." He kept silent for a couple of minutes.

	"I don't want it." He paused. He spoke as if he felt some
guiltiness. "Please Dad, don't be mad on me, but you are my father and my
Dad. If you die before I do, I'll be very proud of wearing the gold
one. The silver one is part of your life. Your brother only means images
for me, and the person who made possible I was born. Yet, you have been
near me, caring and loving me as far as I can remember. I don't think that
my progenitor could have done better than you." I did not know what say; he
partially was right, but I had loved too much my brother.

	"Dario, when I see you, I'm watching my brother at your age;
however, when you speak, I feel I'm in a different world with my eldest son
close to me. You captured my heart when you ran to my arms twelve years
ago. I don't think I could love any of your cousins more than I love you."
I told him this because it was the truth. Probably he had inherited that
from his father because his goodness caught all of our hearts.

	"Dad, I have heard many stories about him, all of them good; but
he, as all of us, was a human being, with defects; however no one has ever
told me how he was really. My mother loved him, grandma, Granny and Mother
Louise loved him. However, some months ago, during your birthday
celebration, I overheard something that grandma was talking to Mother
Louise. They stopped when saw me." I took my son's hand in mine. I had
feared that question for many years, yet I did not want to tell him.

	"What did you hear Dario?" He paused before answering my question.

	"They were talking in general about gay people, and in a moment
grandma said: "As Nick was."  What did they mean? Was your brother gay?
That would explain many things. Please, Dad..." I caressed the hair
ringlets that fell on his young forehead.

	"Dario, I have feared this question for years, but you have the
right to know everything about your progenitor." I paused. "Yes, he was; he
knew it since he was ten y/o. However, he was not that kind that likes to
dress as girls or speak as women do. Simply, when he was a boy liked and
loved boys; and when he was a man especially loved one man. Uncle Peter."
Dario dropped his lovely mouth astonished.

	"But... but he conceived me, and Uncle Peter isn't gay! How was
that?"

	"I have told you many times that my brother was an exceptional
human being. He spread his goodness where he was and no one could resist
his blue eyes. I would say he wasn't entirely gay. However, only your
mother can explain that part. In what Uncle Peter is concerned, he fell in
love with your father when he was near twelve y/o. At the time, he strongly
believed he was gay himself; however, when he was your age, he discovered
liked girls, too. He had promised your father eternal love; the ring he
wears represents that promise. He got married because your father had died;
otherwise, apparently, he would have remained single; he had married my
brother.  His heart was divided between Aunty Margaret and my brother; I
know he went thru very hard times. He liked Aunty Margaret since she was a
little child, but he couldn't resist my brother's eyes."

	"He should have been honest telling your brother about his feelings
in respect of girls."

	"He did when he was 14 or 15 y/o." Dario the questioned me puzzled.

	"But in those moments, Aunty Margaret was a little child. How could
he feel love for a girl of eight? I can't understand."

	"You are right, my son. When he was your age, he started having wet
dreams and always with girls.  He could not avoid looking at girls' boobs
when he was alone. However, when your father and Uncle Peter were together
everything dashed from his mind; he could only see Nick, as he used to
say. Aunty Margaret grew and took any opportunity to seduce him until he
couldn't stand; he loved her, too. How could he love Aunty Margaret being
faithful to his Nick? Aunty Margaret and your father agreed never to fight
each other, hoping the time would solve the problem. Your father told me he
knew he would lose the sexual contacts with Uncle Peter, but he was sure
they would love one another for the rest of their lives." Dario looked at
me.

	"Thanks, Dad, I love you. Perhaps someday I ask Uncle Peter. I feel
his tenderness when he hugs me, now I know and understand why." We hugged.

				EPILOGUE
				--------------

Yesterday was New Year eve. All the family, including my Uncle Robert, was
here to welcome the Year 2001, a new century and millennium have started.
Dario and Elisabeth played the accordion and the piano. The twins surprised
all of us singing "Ave Maria" from Schubert. I know they are in the
school's choir, but I did not know they were as good. The house looked more
like a school than a home. Still, the children are sleeping, since they
went late to bed, except little Joss, that is playing on the carpet near me
while I end this long story.

THE END.