Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:10:10 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone Chapter 2

			THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				By Al Peres

				PART 2
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Chapter 7
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Friends and their children started to arrive around 4:30 pm and the band
commenced playing sweet tunes and songs of those times. Everything went as
programmed and the children and adults had a good time together; some
adults even better than good. The common conversations amongst the adults
were the spreading fever about the shares' speculation.  There were
opinions for all tastes; however, the majority agreed that the situation
could not be sustained for a long time. It was not reasonable that a
company could double its value from one day to other; that was crazy. To
the pleasure of their parents, Jeff and Karl were paying special attention
to all of this, even though they had not a clear idea of the real mad
situation. The day went by, the children blew the candles and everybody
sang "happy birthday to you". The party ended around 9:00 pm with many
gifts and congratulations for the boys. A photographer made pictures of the
event; some of them would be published in the Capital newspaper. One was
made with all the family members, headed by the Grand Mother and two with
Olaf's and Peter's respective families. Jeff could be seen with the magic
quartz stone glistering on his chest.  Everybody left and the house kept
its habitual silence.

The following day, Sunday, around 11:00 am, Jeff, his parents, and the
twins left the farm for the capital city where they lived, after kissing
their grandmother and saying goodbye. They had planned to come back for the
last week of June, to start their summer holidays, though the children
would meet the next Monday in the school. For different reasons, the boys
were anxious that those weeks passed quickly, and then it would be the
moment to talk and pay some visits to the crossroad cottage.

The new Ford sedan car started the engine and the trip back home
commenced. As usual, the twins were engaged playing together on the right
side of the back-seat. Leaning against the left- back door, Jeff was
engrossed in his thoughts about what had happened during the last days with
Linda and Joe. Now the twins were 11 y/o; Karl 13 y/o, and he 12 y/o. The
elder boys had experimented real intercourse and something like true
love. Jeff did not pay attention to a thick foggy patch near the "Bullhead"
rock; his father commented this with his wife that was sat near him in the
front- seat.

 	I have never watched the fog on this road before; it is really
strange." Suddenly Jeff's mother shouted to her husband:

	"Careful Olaf!!!" The distraction of the driver had taken the car
near the big rock.  Instinctively, the man pulled the driving wheel to the
right, avoiding the rock. The violent turn made the car near crush. The
inertia pushed the twins against their brother, the left-back door opened,
throwing Jeff onto the road. The twins then shouted:

	"Jeff!!! Stop Dad!!! Mom, Jeff has fallen and gone out to the
road!" Peter shouted.  Immediately Olaf stopped the vehicle on the right
side of the lonely road. The fog had mysteriously disappeared and the four
went out to pick Jeff up, fearing he could have been hurt lying a few yards
behind. But he was not there. The mother shouted repeatedly:

	"Jeff, son!!! Where are you? Are you injured?" No answer came
back. The twins and father went desperately around the area where Jeff
should be. They shouted calling him, but without success. The father very
worried could not explain where his son was. The twins and their mother
started weeping.

	"Jeff!!! Jeff!!! Jeff!!!" They anxiously called him. The father and
boys explored further around the spot but without any result.

       "My God, it is impossible he had disappeared! No one is here except
us, and the land is almost flat." Then with blurred eyes, he ordered his
wife. "Please Jeanette, drive back to the farm and explain what has
happened; bring with you some of the workers to help in the search, if it
is necessary, call the Sheriff; he has special dogs. We must find our son;
meanwhile, we'll continue the search trying to find him!" The woman did not
argue, though the tears rolled down her cheeks. Two hours later, ten
workers riding horses appeared thru the forest accompanied by two dogs.
They found no trace of Jeff. The dogs always ended near the "Bullhead Rock"
as if the stone had swallowed the boy. Ten minutes later, the Sheriff and
three men with dogs joined the group. He placed his hand on the afflicted
father, saying:

       "Don't worry, Olaf; if the boy is here we'll find him. He had been
kidnapped or abducted; there is not any trace of recent prints than yours."
The father stared at his old friend seriously concerned.

       "What do you mean with "if the boy is here? Where will he then be?"

       "I don't know Olaf. Let's do our best to find him. This part of the
mountain never was subject of mining; therefore, there is not any drill or
hole where the boy could have fallen into."  The lawman left and started
the search commanding the group of men and dogs; however, everything ended
in the rock. Notwithstanding, the taskforce expanded the search to ten
miles around the spot. The night came and many other persons joined the
group. The whole night and the following days the search was intensified
without any success. No one had seen the boy after he entered into the car
at the farm. The boy's picture appeared in the morning newspapers, as many
ideas were suggested and explored. After a week, the Police ended the
search considering the subject as one of the many unresolved lost children
cases. That day, the Sheriff called his friend and his wife to his
office. When they were sat, Olaf said:

       "Is it possible that the case had been close?"

       "No, Olaf. The case will never be closed until the child appears, at
least, while I'm the sheriff of this County; however, I believe Jeff has
not been neither abducted nor kidnapped, he's just disappeared and in due
time he'll emerge safely." Olaf could not believe what the Sheriff was
telling him. Almost upset, he said to his friend:

       "Dick, do you call us to this office to say that? Are you mad? If
you were not my friend I'll punch you hard in your face right now and..."
The sheriff raised his hand telling his friend:

       "Please Olaf, take it easy and calm down." He went to an old cabinet
and extracted three files of different dates. Please read these files. All
three were young persons, and the three disappeared almost in the same
circumstances as your son. The three came back in different parts of this
county in strange circumstances. I summarise them for you:

       Case one. About two years after I joined the Police, an eleven y/o
shepherd, named Trevor Well, disappeared in the same area, not alone, but
with a flock of fifty young goats and sheep that he was guarding; that's
what the shepherds call empty cattle, meaning the animals that are too
young to produce milk. Every three days, his fifteen y/o brother had to
provide him with fresh food and what he needed. When the lad arrived, there
was no trace neither of the boy nor the cattle. We searched everywhere and
could not find him. The morning of the 8th day, his brother found him and
the cattle half a mile further, in a lovely meadow. When he saw his
brother, the little boy started punching him everywhere, calling him hard
names and accusing him of trying to kill his brother with hanger. You can
imagine the scene. The boy said he had not moved from those meadows;
furthermore, he had to kill a little goat to survive. We could not find any
fur or bones of the goat, but one animal was missing. He insisted he had
not moved from the place and that his brother had tried to kill him. Since
he had appeared, we archived the case. A few days later I paid a visit to
his farm for a different matter, he was playing with a younger brother and
I greeted him.

       "Hi Trevor, how are you?" He stared at me with distrust, but
immediately I added near in a whisper: "I believe you, that's why I am
investigating your case. I think your brother loves you...it is possible
that something extraordinary happened to one of you." Visibly with remorse,
he answered me:

       "Yes, I know he loves me but..."

       "You said that the cattle went thru some fog and you followed them
trying to reunite the flock. After that, did you notice anything abnormal?"

       "Like what?"

       "I don't know; something that chocked you... You are a clever boy,
at least that's what your teacher says about you." The boy sighed; then he
grabbed my hand and dragged me under a large tree.

       "You won't believe me. You must promise you will keep it secret."

       "I can swear with the Bible if you want." He smiled and thought for
a moment trying to remember, and then he said:

       "Did you see those trees where I met my brother? well... the day
before, they were near double taller and thicker. Besides, the track was
not a track, but a wide paved road and strange low vehicles rode very fast
from time to time. I was so scared that I took my cattle deeper into the
meadows. Possibly it was a dream." I ruffled his blond hair and I answered
him.

       "Or possibly it wasn't. You were much awake. Trevor, listen to me
carefully; except me, nobody will believe you, therefore do not talk to
anybody about these events, they may believe you are insane, but I'm sure
you are not. Ok?" He widely smiled and hugged me around the waist.

       "Yes sir, ok. Thank you."

Olaf then stared to the sheriff, he was confused; and then he asked:

	"Where's that boy today?"

       "Unfortunately he's buried somewhere in France. He joined US forces
and died during the Great War.

       "Now, Case two. About five years later of case one. Lillie Simper,
an eleven y/o smart girl went with her classmates to the mountains, it was
a Nature class hike, and at the same time, the children took the chance to
collect mushrooms. Their teacher was showing them which were good and which
poisonous. Suddenly a low fog appeared and the girl went into it, she had
spotted a wonderful patch of mushrooms. When the teacher called for the end
of the hike, she missed Lillie. All the children and the teacher tried to
find her without success. They returned to the town and informed us. We
prepared a squad of men and dogs, many persons joined the police forces
because her family was well known in the town. Needless to say, we could
not find her; and she formed part of the missing children's list. At the
time I was head of the local Police forces." The sheriff paused and Olaf
said:

       "What about the third case?"

       "Let me end with this one. Three months later she appeared in the
capital city in a lonely field near a farm. She approached the farmhouse
and asked for help. She was smart enough not telling the farmer who she
was, but kindly asked to call her town's sheriff. I went there with her
father and picked her up. Her father made the girl many questions, but she
was reluctant to answer any of them. She said lost the trail of the other
girls and teacher, then started crying.  Then she walked up to a wide and
paved road that had not seen before, and a fast and strange car with four
elegant women picked her up and took to the capital city. She remained as a
guest in a luxury house with two other girls of her age, daughters of Mrs
Morays, the house's owner.  They treated her very well. After two months,
the Police came and took her to an insane children institution; but she was
not sick. Just one day before, they were playing in a park near the mental
institution, some fog appeared and she lost herself. When the fog cleared
she found herself near the farm. That's what she said. A doctor examined
her and reported the girl was in perfect conditions and had not been
subjecting of any abuse or degradation. The parents closed the subject and
did not want the girl to be questioned by anyone. As I did with the boy,
after some time, and with her mother's cooperation, I talked to Lillie, by
then she was twelve. I did in the same manner than with the boy. After a
thought, she then said:

       "Sheriff, you must promise me that you will never tell anyone what
we are going to talk.  Nobody believed me then and nobody will believe me
now." Then her mother added:

       "Don't worry Lillie; John is a friend of ours and only wants to
clarify this case, so he can help other families in the same
circumstances. You are not the first person in a case like this."  She
opened wide her lovely eyes and grinned.

       "So I'm not as mad as they pretended." That made easy the
conversation. She then said:

       "The family that picked me up from the road had a great house with
many people working for them. They had four fast and beautiful cars and
were very rich, but no one believed what I said, even the girls; therefore
I shut up and never spoke again about the subject." I took her and her
mother to the place where the fast car picked her up and I asked:

       "Lillie; how a car could be very fast in this track? She grinned.

       "This is not the road that I saw. It was wider and paved and with a
white strap painted in the centre." She then looked around and added: "Come
with me." She took my hand as her mother followed us, and then a few yards
from the track she stopped and pointed her finger to a tree that had
engraved two hearts crossed with an arrow. She then blushed: "I did this
with the knife I had to cut the mushrooms. After the fog disappearing and
before they picked me up, the tree was here, however, thicker and taller
and the mark could scarcely be seen. Now, as you can see it is clear." I
motioned to come back. When we were near the car I said:

       "Lillie, never, you hear me, never talk to anyone about this
subject. It has been a dream and you have come back from it safely." She
grinned, then raising her face kissed me on the cheek.

       "Thank you, John." She never talked again about this. Years later
she got married, and when she was having her first baby, an infection
killed her and the baby. Her parents left the town and I never saw then
again."

       "That's a sad story," Jeanette said. "But in those times and still
today, many women die from this cause." She paused and then asked: "And the
third case?"

       "It is even sadder and rarer. A teenage boy of fifteen disappeared
in these mountains, his name's Robert Collins. He was that type of
bigmouthed boy always bragging about everything. For instance, he climbed
the highest peaks of the state. He was very fond of mountains and made many
hikes alone or with other friends. He had no father and his mother had a
long time ago abandoned him, so he lived with his grandmother. As usual, we
searched the mountains and everywhere we could, after a week, we filed the
case. Four years later we had the first news about him. He was telling to
everyone who wanted to hear him that he went into a foggy valley and when
the fog cleared he had travelled many years in the future time. He appeared
in a narrow alley a foggy night in Dallas ten years ago. He explained that
Dallas was about five times is now, with long avenues and millions of cars
on the roads. And what was more important, he had watched how President
John F. Kennedy had been killed just a few days before he appeared in the
alley; however, he could not remember the name of the killer."  The sheriff
paused and Olaf said:

       "That's impossible. I know that catholic rich family, John must be
now the age of Jeff! I suppose nobody believed him. And about Dallas..."
The sheriff grinned.

       "You may believe it or not, but that's the current Mayor's dream.
His team is working in a plan to purchase some cheap land for the expansion
of the city. This is kept secret and it is not determined to prevent
speculation."

       "Where is this man now?" Olaf asked.

       "He was raving mad and was interned into a mental hospital in
Colorado. I think just five years ago, he escaped from the hospital, got
drunk, stole a car and crashed against the fence of a closed road. The car
practically flew over a cliff of more than five hundred feet deep." After a
pause, the sheriff continued. "As you can see, all cases had something in
common: The fog.  That's also told in the Indian legend referring to the
two brothers that wanted to be head of their tribe. We are modern and
rational persons, and should not believe in legends, and probably those
stories are purely a coincidence, but we cannot discard any potential
theory. Mother Nature still had many secrets." Olaf stared at his friend
and asked.

       "Did you meet this man?"

       "Well... you know I'm single and without any close family, one of my
vices is the investigation. I connected with the sheriff where he was
interned, and I travel for a weekend. I tried to interview him. He
recognized me and asked for some cigarettes but I couldn't get anything
from him. When I was almost ready to leave, he commented, more for himself
than for me: -Why that bastard killed him...? He was a good and brave
President and had the balls to stop the Russians in Cuba...- He laughed
loudly and I abandoned the hospital." Olaf then stood and shook hand with
his friend.

       "Thank you, John; at least we have some hopes to see our son
someday." Still, they had their hands clasped as the sheriff added:

       "If he ever returns, please, don't make any publicity; just that the
boy went to see a friend in New York without telling anything to his
family." The parents understood and left. Olaf and his wife drove to the
farm to inform the Grand Mother. As soon as they arrived at the farm, they
met Margarita and informed her about what the Sheriff had referred to them;
she had remained silent while her son spoke. Then she rang the little
silver bell and Manuel entered.

       "Manuel, get my horse ready for tomorrow morning, I am going to the
Indian reservation. Please, tell your wife to get everything ready."

       "Yes, Madame." Jeanette then asked:

       "Do you think the shaman knows something bout it?"

       "I don't know; but if he does, I'm sure he will tell me, you can bet
for it." They grinned.  Olaf knew that his mother was very discreet, but
since his father died she visited "Golden Hawk" several times a year. In
the morning she mounted her Spanish purebred stallion and raided to the
reservation. As usual, especially the children received her with happy
shouts; she always took care to carry a large parcel of candies that she
gave to Linda to distribute amongst them.  Once she was in the shaman's
comfortable tent sat, in front of the handsome old man, asked:

       "I know your conversations with the Great Spirit cannot be
disclosed, but my favourite grandson has disappeared and..." The man raised
his hand and stopped Margarita's speech.

       "He's not disappeared, he's near us, the problem is that we cannot
see him and he cannot see us. He's in another realm, safe and making good
to other persons that needed him."

       "Will he ever return?"

       "Yes, he will. You will be able to hug him and be proud of him. The
problem is that I don't know when. The Great Spirit told me about him just
because you are "White Cloud", had made many good things for our people and
to the rest of the persons around you. I can't say you exactly what it will
be, but bad times are approaching because madmen are or will govern the
world." Margarita knew that after this assertion nothing more would come
out from the Shaman's mouth, so she changed the subject.

       "Thanks, Golden Hawk. You have behaved as a shaman, now I want you
to behave as a handsome great man." He stood and took his adored "White
Cloud" amongst his strong arms.  What followed is nothing that we need to
describe.

Jeff woke up from his lethargy and instinctively touched the bump on his
head. He looked around not recognizing or remembering anything. What was he
doing there? Who was he? His mind was a whirl and the head ached a lot. He
saw a brook of clear freshwater amongst the big pine trees and went to it,
kneeled and drank the crystal water. What to do? Where to go? He was very
confused. The sun was shining in the zenith of the sky; thanks to the
shadows provided by the trees he could resist the hot weather. He touched
his body and searched into his pockets looking for something, he found
nothing, except a multiuse knife and a hanky broidered with two initials
J.L., nothing else. After wondering some minutes, he approached the
solitary wide paved road, but nothing happened, so he decided to enter the
forest. Suddenly he touched his chest and found the lace with the quartz
stone; he heard or believed to hear some words telling him to go ahead. He
spun to see who was talking but found nobody, it was his imagination, he
thought. He felt abandoned nowhere, strayed and started to cry. He tried
hard to remember who was he and where he was but failed. He couldn't
remember anything. He thought could find some people and ask for help, but
where to go? He decided to follow the sun course; he could see far on the
north high peaks still with light patches of snow. He started walking,
though his shoes were not appropriate for that situation and land.

Chapter 8
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Miles away, in a great and luxury hospital, Robert Larsen and his wife
Elisabeth, were having a meeting with Dr William Lowell, an old friend and
one of the best neurologists in the US.

	"Sorry Robert, we cannot transmit you better news, but I prefer to
tell you the truth. We are removing the whole world to find a donor for
Richard, even to buy if necessary, but we found nothing, it is a difficult
case." The woman started crying as her husband placed his strong arm around
her shoulders. The MD continued. "This is not the end, Betty; we have
alternatives to save Richard, however, they are difficult to carry out, and
above all we need time."

	"What are they?" Robert asked.

	"Our great enemy is the time. If we cannot find an appropriate
donor in three months, Richard must remain into an isolated special tent
free of any contamination, he must remain in there day and night until we
have a brother for him; then we can have from the baby umbilical cord what
we need to get rid of his leukaemia forever." The couple stared at each
other confused.

	"How can we get a brother for him? We are already too old for
that. You know very well that we married a little bit late, and added to
that, we had four girls before he came. Betty's menstruation stopped two
years ago..." The MD grinned.

	"You forget that within some months we'll be in the 21st Century
and the Second Millennium. Science had advanced a lot. We can manipulate an
egg from a woman and inseminate it with your sperm. There are a few banks
of anonymous donors; then we'll clear it from any cell containing the
sickness, even we can choose the sex that we may need." Robert then
interrupted the man.

	"But, as far as I know, this manipulation is illegal and we don't
want to break the law."  His wife stared at her husband somewhat annoyed.

	"Richard, we are talking about our son's life!" It is not a crime
and I have read it is legal in many countries in Europe. If you are
concerned we'll take our son to England or Switzerland..." The doctor
smiled and raised his hand.

	"In general it is not allowed; however, the Supreme Court of this
state decided two months ago it will not be illegal whenever it is to save
the life of another person, like in this case.  Therefore, we would do it
in our hospitals as soon as you like to start. If we are lucky, Betty could
be pregnant within three of four months." The woman started to cry again;
when she calmed the MD added. "However, I must warn you that maybe; the
first times we'll fail, therefore, Betty you are going to bear the worst of
this." The woman immediately answered with anxiety and determination.

	"Please, please Bill, as soon as possible. Don't be concerned about
my sufferings; we need to save our son's precious life."

	In this case, I'll prepare everything. Tell the children that you
need to visit someone next Friday, so you can spend the Saturday and Sunday
here. The team will be waiting for you. I'll be in my villa since my
intervention will take place when the baby or babies come, so nobody could
suspect what you are doing, at least until we get our goal." A little bit
happier the couple left the hospital. There will not be any problem with
the girls: two were in Europe, and the other two were with friends in
Niagara Falls; only Richard will stay at home. Since he had started failing
in the swimming proofs, the coach advised him to take some holidays and
rest. He would be in the 2004 Olympic Games as a member of the US's
team. The boy was glad to hear the soothing words from his coach, but he
was observing himself how he was weaker every day that passes, he knew had
a terrible sickness, but they had trusted on Dr Lowell to solve the
problem, after all, he had just turned thirteen and had time to get fit and
well for 2004.

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Near the sunset, Jeff arrived in a tiny valley with a wide stream not very
deep, with abundant fish and reeds everywhere. Instinctively he got naked
and entered the stream, starting to get reeds and eating the white tender
parts of them, normally submerged; they were delicious and he was very
hungry. And then with the green parts, he made a trap and placed it in the
stream to catch some fishes. He prepared some stones and made a circle to
make fire roasting the fish.  He had no matches but that was not a problem
for him, with the knife he cut two appropriate pieces of wood to rub and
get a fire. He was so engrossed that he did not realise how he knew those
survival techniques. "Someone must have taught me", he thought "but who and
where?"  He was lucky; in the trap, he found four large trouts. With some
difficulty he set a fire; cleaned the fish and placed on the ambers. Before
the nightfall, he had his dinner finished.

He had been naked from the moment he entered the little river and had not
noted it, seemed natural to be in the nude. He looked at his dick and
touched it lightly, immediately it started to get hard; impulsively he
rubbed it up and down until he felt a nice feeling. He moaned as his body
tensed and jerked with his dry orgasm; after a few minutes, he recovered
and watched carefully his hard tool. Then he thought about how old he was;
he could not remember anything regarding a birthday celebration, however,
he measured his cock and watched he had not any pubes; he spoke loudly and
heard his own still pitched voice. He thought he probably was around twelve
or thirteen y/o. His dick still was hard, and remembering the nice feeling
he started masturbating again until that wonderful sensation hit him. After
some minutes of relaxing, he got dressed, collected some pines leaves and
made a soft bed to spend the night.  He decided the next day would continue
walking to the west to find someone. As he lay on his back, he stared to
the still clear sky and watched a white trail very high, no sound at
all. What was it? He could not know the object was a jet and that he was at
the end of May 1999.

The following day early morning, the birds in the meadow and a nightingale
waked him up. He was hungry and repeated the action of the previous
evening, though he thought needed to go ahead looking for some help;
someone must be in those large forests. He touched the bump on his head, it
had improved and the pain did not disturb too much, but still, his head
ached, and the size was considerable. He made a long and strong stick and
pinched the traps, he may need them later. He could survive for many days,
but he was sure that once the summer was over the nights would be cold and
he had no appropriate clothes, he may die if could not find help. He went
thru different type of fields and vegetations; finally, he stopped for the
night in a similar place. He observed that the temperature changed during
the night and he had to make a fire to keep his body warm. Now was more
difficult to find streams in spite of being in the same area. He found many
bushes with abundant vegetation, he collected some wild fruits and
mulberries that were everywhere; he wondered how he knew they were not
poisonous. His shoes were near pieces and some parts of his clothes were
torn.

Four days more elapsed lost in those large forests, and as usual, in the
morning, he climbed to a tree to have a better view. He yelled happily as
he watched very far some smoke and perhaps some children voices, at least
he seemed to hear them. His young heart started bumping into his chest. The
lack of food and changed diet had made him thin, but his muscles were
harder than ever before. Now he could count his ribs and his stomach was
flat; he felt hungry, but with the hope of finding some persons he forgot
even to check whether the trap had caught any fish.  He did not know he was
almost exhausted. He walked the whole morning and around noon he clearly
heard the voice of a child. He felt the beats of his heart as he approached
the place where the shouts were coming from; then he started to
cry. Suddenly, as he came out from the forest he found himself in front of
a large two storey white house. One boy was playing with a ball and another
little child was happy with him. As the elder boy detected him, he came
where he was. He could only say with tears:

	"Please, please, help me!" He almost murmured before he fell
exhausted on the recently cut lawn as he passed out.

	"Nanny, Nanny!!!" Richard yelled anxiously as he tried to lift the
unconscious boy. A middle-aged strong woman appeared immediately and came
to help Richard. She was on her late thirties and from thirteen years back
she served unconditionally Richard's family when the boy's grandfather
rescued her and her recent born daughter just in a critical moment. She
loved Richard and his family as her own and had been Richard's wet mother
for three years.

	"Who is this boy?" She asked looking amazed at the unconscious
child. She had noticed the strange resemblance to Richard; however, it was
obvious that Richard had not noticed this circumstance.

	"I don't know Nanny; he has just appeared, asked for help and
fainted."

	"Certainly he's not a beggar." She lifted Jeff to her strong
arms. "Where shall I go?"

	"To my bathroom, please. He's not very dirty but we must always
follow Dr Lowell's instructions." They went to the first floor; the boy
opened the door of his room and she placed the lifeless boy in the large
bathtub. Please, leave me alone with him and bring some underwear and a
tee-shirt from my wardrobe, I don't want him to feel embarrassed when he
wakes up. He has many scraps on his legs and probably bruises on his body."
The woman grinned; she knew her Richard liked boys of his age, besides
girls.

	"It seems he needs more a good meal than a bath, he's
exhausted. I'll tell Maria to prepare a thick soup and a large natural
orange juice while you bath him."

	"That's an excellent idea, Nanny. Thanks." He turned his lovely
head and kissed the woman on her cheek. She felt rewarded and left. Before
opening the water, he adjusted the temperature with the automatic mixer
system. He proceeded to undress the boy from his old fashion but brand new
first-class clothes. "Certainly he's not a poor boy." He murmured. How has
he come to this State? He reasoned for himself. He lifted the boy's head to
his chest and extracted the silky shirt. Then he got naked and entered the
large bathtub, his dick was very hard when he got the boy's trousers and
underwear out. They were torn in some parts, but not dirty. The boy was
surprised when he unclothed the unconscious boy, his underpants were like
shorts, with a fly but not zipped, a fashion long time has forgotten,
still, his grandfather wore them. He watched the strange lace and the stone
hanging from his neck; he tried to untie it but had not any brooch. He did
not understand much about jewels, thought this looked like a diamond. He
thought it must be a special stone for the boy, but not a diamond because
he was just a child.

Richard watched the beautiful boy's body laying on the tub at his mercy; he
felt something strange and a stirring in his loins. He could not stop and
kissed the boy on the lips introducing the tip of his tongue until he felt
his teeth. He then opened the faucet and flow of mixed water started to
fill the large tub. He took some shampoo and carefully rubbed the boy's
scalp with his fingers as his mother used to do to him, and then he noticed
a bump on his right side. He observed a few bruises and some scraps on his
legs. He poured some soap on a soft sponge and washed carefully his chest,
his privates and legs. With care, Richard dragged the boy's penis foreskin
down as it jerked at the touch. The boy now was breathing hard, but
Richard, engrossed in his task, did not notice it, he had his penis
erected. When he tried to turn the boy over, to wash his back, Jeff opened
the eyes and looked intensely at the beautiful naked blond boy in front of
him. He then still a little bit asleep said:

	"I think I can help you with washing my back. I cannot do it
myself." Jeff then turned exposing his back to his new friend. Richard
smiled and ended his task. He opened the water mixer and within a few
minutes, the tub was near full. Jeff then added: "You better have a bath
with me, I cannot do it." Richard smiled and sighed. A few minutes later
they were rinsing under the showerheads.

	"You look exhausted; please don't speak until you recover your
strength. Can you stand?"

	"I'll try but I'm not very confident; please help me. I don't want
to pass out again."  Richard introduced his arms under his new friend's
shoulders and they stood. He reached a large and soft towel and wrapped the
weak boy with it.

	"Please, lie on the bed while I dry and get some clothes on." Jeff
forced a smile because he couldn't stop his eyes closing. At that moment
Maria appeared with a recipient full of a smelling thick broth. Jeff mouth
watered smelling it. In some part of his brain was engraved that
smell. Then the woman said:

	"Boy, drink this; it will recover your strength." Avidly he did
what was told, and before the girl left the room he was asleep. Richard
grinned satisfied. It was too warm, so instead of adjusting the air
conditioner, he got Jeff naked, except for his underwear. He rubbed his
lovely black silky curly hair, noticing the bump, now diminished; it had an
already healed wound. His old wet-nurse was standing at the door.

	"He has a bump on his head and a healed wound on it. I think we
should call Dr Lowell to examine him."

	"I do agree with you, my boy, though we should wait until the boy
wakes up; we need to make some questions to him. Perhaps he had been
subjected to abduction or kidnapping, escaped, and the Police and his
parents are now madly looking for him."

	"Yes, you are right. We have time. I bet he will be very hungry
when he wakes up, then it will be time for dinner. I'll stay here, I need
to answer some emails and I'll take the chance to search on the Internet
for missing children, perhaps I may find a recent photo or name of him."

	"This is a good idea. I'll tell the cook to prepare a good dinner."

Richard logged on the Internet and went into the Police's web for missing
children; he found thousands of boys and girls from all ages and States. He
selected California and his area; he found a few, but none recent. He did
also in the newspapers' webs, with the same negative results. He logged off
and sat near the bed. He held the small piece of quartz, and as before, he
felt like a soft electric current that went thru his body, quickly he left
it. He was a little bit scared as he returned to the boy's body and could
see he was void of any hair, even in the legs. He watched how he breathed
slowly and regularly, assuming the boy was deep asleep. He stood and locked
the room's door; he did not want to be disturbed in what he had planned to
do.  Slowly he dragged down a little the boy's underwear; a lovely uncut
dick appeared in front of him, much the same as his. He got naked, as his
cock could not remain within his tight pants; then started leisurely
rubbing the sleeping boy's dick that immediately came into life. He climbed
on the bed, bent his head and started sucking his new friend's cock; his
dick was very hard, too.  Eagerly, he slurped the sleeping boy's cock and
soon felt the familiar taste of precum; that excited him and began jacking
his dick. Soon the fantastic feeling arrived as his body squirmed with
pleasure; he heard a moan from the boy and some incomprehensible
words. Richard laid his body near Jeff and started caressing the smooth
face. Minutes later he got asleep, too.

Two hours later, Richard woke up very happy; unlike the last few hours, he
felt very well. Jeff was still hard asleep and probably dreaming with
someone, he heard: "Linda... Linda." and could watch how the boy was
tenting his underwear. He unlocked the door, dressed and went downstairs;
dinner was ready as the sun was hiding behind the high peaks on the west
showing an assembly of beautiful colours. After half an hour, he went
upstairs and found Jeff peeing and recovered.

	"How are you...? Sorry, I still don't know your name." Jeff was
looking at his underwear and did not answer immediately. Richard was
watching him carefully and for the first time he was aware of the strange
resemblance of the boy with him, except for the hair, they could almost
pass as twins.

	"Why have you put on me girl panties? I would be glad to wear one
of yours." Richard grinned.

	"They are not panties but a boy or man's underwear. Those that you
wore when you passed out are old fashioned, most likely of sixty years
back." He then approached Jeff and pointed out to the aperture on his
underwear used to pee. Jeff dragged down his underwear and found the
opening; he smiled. Then he thought about the key question made by the
other boy, and pressing his head with his palms Jeff said:

	"I can't remember anything. I don't know where I am; I don't know
my name...I woke seven days ago lying near a large rock with a rare
form... I looked around and only could watch forests and a large road. You
have been the first person I met during this time." Jeff's eyes blurred
because he could not explain anything. He felt Richard's arm around his
shoulders.

	"Don't worry; you are now in a safe place amongst friends. We'll
try to find your family.  First of all, you are in America, in the USA,
California, and our county is Sweet Cedar. My name is Richard Larsen; I
have fours sisters older than I am. We have found in your belongings this
knife, and a hanky broidered with letters JL. We have deducted that your
name starts with "J", it could be John, Jeremy, Jeff, Joe..." Jeff raised
his hand.

	"I don't recognize any of them, though Joe sounds me well and
familiar."

	"Ok, Joe, we have something now to start with. When my parents
return they will help you. I love them and they are comprehensible persons,
they are always ready to help anybody, no matter whether the person is
rich, poor, black or white. Mom uses to say we all are brothers before
God."

	"That's a good philosophy, she must be a good woman, and I guess
not everybody thinks like her." Richard sighed.

	"You are right. My father is even better than her; he resembles my
grandfather; he's entirely hearted for everybody."

	"It seems you love your family a lot. Where's your grandpa?"

	"Yes, I am very proud of them. My grandpa's in another part of the
World, in Europe, in a Swiss clinic. He's very strong but last week he
passed out while he was talking with a friend; they took him to a hospital
believing it was a heart attack but it wasn't. It is something very
strange, he breathes normally and unconscious receives nourishment. My
father said that he seems as if his soul was somewhere else." Jeff felt as
the little stone sent him a light electric discharge.

Maria called them for dinner in a little room that Richard liked when he
was alone in the house.  It was furniture with TV and a portable computer
connected to the Internet. As they entered, Lydia was preparing the
dishes. She was Richard's old nanny and teacher, now his coach in
swimming. She stared at the boys and could not but to get astounded, as she
observed the resemblance between the boys, they were like brothers. The
fantastic smell of the broth came to Jeff as Maria tried to serve him but
politely he said:

	"Please, first serve the lady, Maria." The girl looked a little bit
confused since Lydia was an employee, though a special one. She blushed as
Lydia and Richard stared at each other, that behaviour was not common in
current boys, even some that presumed to be highly educated. "I am very
hungry, sorry if I commit any mistake." They grinned and ate in silence. As
they finished the first course, Maria brought a large tray and served the
plates to each one.  Jeff's dish contained a large beefsteak with fries and
vegetables.

       "My god, is this all for me?" Instinctively the girl answered in her
mother language:

	"Sí señor. (Yes sir) I'm sorry sir as I spoke in Spanish."
Jeff grinned as he answered in the same language.

	"It is ok. I understand and speak it, too." He was surprised
himself as he could speak that language and could not remember who had
taught him. The girl grinned and sighed; none of the visitors that came to
the house behaved as this boy did. Immediately she returned to the kitchen
and commented it; that was the place for gossips since all the staff was
Mexican.

Richard and Lydia watched how Jeff ate in silence, especially how he
managed the fork and knife; there was something in the boy's moves that
were familiar to Richard. He tried to remember who acted the same, but
couldn't at that moment. When they finished, Lydia stood and left. She
could not take from her mind the boy. "Who was this boy?" Her first guess
had been confirmed, he was not a common boy. He went to her room and picked
up her cell phone.  As usual, after dinner, she went outside to the garden,
normally she would have dialled her daughter's number, but this time she
called Dr Lowell. After introducing herself she explained the arrival of
the boy.

	"Doctor, I don't call you because the boy's appearance is asking
for help, but for the strange resemblance with Richard. I should have
called Mr Larsen, but I don't know where he is right now." She paused as
the doctor put a recording machine.

	"You have done very well, Lydia; that demonstrates, once more, the
confidence that this family have on you. Now listen carefully to
me. Tomorrow morning I'll get some light equipment and I'll pay a visit to
the farm. I suppose Ricky knows that you are calling me."

	"Yes, sir. Well... not exactly. We agree he or I would call you due
to the wounds and lack of memory of this boy..." The MD interrupted her.

	"No problem, I'll be there around mid-morning and have lunch with
the boys. Now tell Ricky not to push the boy to recover his memory that
even could worsen it. This is a temporal loss and he will recover it within
a few weeks. I insist, don't push him in any way, just behave as normal as
you can and take note in your mind all his reactions, even if necessary
write down anything that you could forget. Am I clear?"

	"Yes sir, very clear. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye then.

	"Bye Lydia."

The boys had finished dinner and seemed very happy when Lydia entered.

	"As we agreed, I have talked to Dr Lowell; he's at home in his
villa and tomorrow, around mid-morning, will come to have lunch with us."

	"That's good. Thanks for your help, Lydia." She left and Richard
said, "Let's go to my room. By the way, Joe, we have plenty of rooms
available, I'll tell Maria to get ready one for you not far from mine."
They stared at each other and Richard added, "Unless you want to continue
in mine." They grinned.

	"Yes, I prefer being with you. I'm fed up of being alone." When
they were in Richard's domains, Jeff asked, "What are those screens for?"
The boy thought before answering his new friend. He then realised he did
not know anything since he could not remember his normal life.

	"It is rather difficult to explain, they are not just screens. This
flat big one is a TV; it captures the news and images that are in the air
conveyed by electronic waves." Instinctively Jeff said:

	"Like the radio?" Richard smiled.

	"I'm glad you are remembering, Joe! Exactly, but it is a little bit
more complicated.  Somewhere in NY or LA, some people prepare the images
and spread them on the air. Do you want to see it now?"

	"No; thanks. To begin with, I don't know what you mean with NY or
LA." Richard was to smile, but he remembered his friend's metal situation.

	"It is the short name for New York and Los Angeles; they are
amongst the largest cities in the world. Millions of persons live or work
there." Jeff pressed his head trying to remember.  "I'll explain to you
tomorrow or some other day. You must be tired, Joe."

	"Yes; my head aches when I try to remember something, however, I
have not forgotten your kindness and tenderness of this morning." Richard
flushed remembering his blowjob while his friend was asleep. They were sat
down on the bed and suddenly Jeff pushed Richard on his chest to the soft
surface and started making ticklish to him. The boy laughed uncontrollably
moving from one side to the other of the bed trying to escape, until Jeff
was on his flat stomach, stopping their play. Richard was breathing hard
excited with his mouth a little open, showing his white teeth as Jeff
stared into his new friend's eyes. He badly wanted to kiss his lips. Both
kept silence for some seconds as Richard said:

	"Joe, it is as if I knew you for a long time, I would say all my
life. You were not strange to me at all from the moment I saw you in the
garden." For an answer Jeff bent his head and kissed his friend on the
lips, a kiss of genuine sweet love as his eyes blurred.

	"I don't know what is happening to me, Richard; but this is the
sensation that I have at this moment. I feel a strong need to kiss you, to
hug you, to be near you, to protect you. I am so confused and
strange... Why?" He could not stop two tears dribbled down his tanned
smooth cheeks.

	"Please Joe, do it again and don't stop until you are entirely
satisfied. I believe this will make us feel better than ever." Jeff took
his lovely cheeks in his palms and tenderly kissed Richard's red
lips. Richard placed his arms around Jeff's neck and returned the kiss, but
introducing his tongue in his mouth. Both boys got very excited, they
removed their scarce clothes and naked they ground their crotches, the
precum started doing its job. Uncontrolled, they caressed and moaned until
that fantastic orgasm hit both at the same time. They pressed their bodies
against each other, breathing hard. After a while and more calmed, Jeff
slid to his right side and softly kissed a peck to his new friend.

	"Has anyone told you that you are a beautiful boy, Richard? I like
you and I'm sure we are not queers at all."

	"You are right, Joe. I think the same about you, though you cannot
remember it. I like girls, too but you are different." Suddenly Richard
jumped out from the bed, his dick dangling; he took Jeff's hand and said,
"Come with me." Then he dragged Jeff to another side of the large room,
opened one side of the wardrobe that was covered by a full body mirror that
reflected the image of both boys. Jeff had thought about their resemblances
and felt sad trying to remember where he had seen this boy before. "We
could perfectly pass as twins, except for the hair and eyes' colour,
Richard said, "Why Joe? Now you understand how I feel about you." Both boys
hugged gently. Jeff could not stop his eyes blurred. "Who are you, Joe?"

	"I wish I could answer your questions, Ricky. But my head burns
inside when I try to remember anything. I had noticed our resemblance, but
I thought it was just a coincidence." For the first time, he had used that
familiar name that only close friends and the family used to call him.

	"Joe, as far as I know, twins are very common in my family. I am,
too; my brother died a few hours later after our birth. We came in
different bags, therefore we were not identical. At least that's what
everybody said." They returned to the bed and lay on their backs on the
soft bed. Richard then suggested. "I bet you are an unknown member of our
tribe." He said this grinning as Jeff instinctively grasped the piece of
quartz with his right hand while his left one was holding Richard's. The
boy then added: "Though not for a long time." Jeff turned over and kissed
Richard softly.

	"Why, Ricky?" Richard tried to hold his thoughts but felt strong
needs to be sincere with this strange new friend. He badly wanted it. Sadly
he answered.

	"Nobody has told me anything, Joe; but I was a good swimmer, a
promise for the 2004 Olympic Games but I have started getting tired
frequently when I swim, even I can't reach the records that just a few
months ago were very easy for me. I overheard my father when Dr Lowell told
him that I have a type of leukaemia." He stopped.

	"What's that, Ricky? Is it grave or just a temporal sickness?"

	"I don't know because they have not explained anything to me; to be
honest, I don't even want to know. The society has fought many battles
against sickness such as tuberculosis, measles... and new ones have come,
like AID. Leukaemia was here, though now has shown its ugliest face."

	"I know nothing about sickness and if I knew, I have forgotten
it. In any case, Dr Lowell is coming tomorrow and you can ask him."

	"I don't need it. The Internet provides all the information we may
need. Anyway, let's stop this sad subject."

	"You are right. Let's live the present. I'm sure that everything
will be alright tomorrow."  Jeff pushed his new friend and they started
making ticklish to each other. Tired, they lay on the mattress breathing
hard. Richard then turned to see Jeff.

	"I like you, Joe; you are as much as my grandpa is. I would have
liked to have a few brothers and not be an only boy with four sisters."

	"Let's sleep; I feel very tired," Jeff said. Both boys turned to
their sides and a few minutes later, they were asleep as rocks. Richard
seemed asleep but he was not. He was crying in silence, he thought that
maybe he had found his lost brother; he was condemned either to die or
remain into a special tent for the rest of his life. That was what he had
learnt from the Internet about his special sickness. With these thoughts,
he drifted to sleep, too.

Chapter 9
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Jeff was used to getting up early; his new friend was deeply asleep, and as
he touched reverently his curly blond hair he noted the trails left by his
tears. With all the love he could muster kissed his white cheek. He went to
the bathroom and peed, wore his new clothes and went downstairs. The sun
still was hidden behind the eastern mountains but he watched the beautiful
golden clouds over them announcing the warm day. He felt hungry and did not
know where the kitchen was until he found Maria that was making some
cleaning in the hall. He addressed her in Spanish and she felt very happy
to hear her mother language in another person, not Mexican.

	"Good morning, sir, can I help you?"

	"Yes, please. Richard is sleeping and I want to know the
neighbourhood, but I'm hungry." The girl smiled and Jeff smiled back. She
felt very, very happy.

	"What do you want to have? There is fresh milk and I can make some
coffee."

	"I like that, but the coffee will take some time to prepare."

	"Oh no!" The girl said. "The new coffee machine will get it ready
in two minutes." Saying this she connected the electric kettle that had
already filled with coffee. She was not bragging, in a couple of minutes, a
lovely smell spread over the room.

	"It is fantastic, Maria!" He praised the girl. That chocked the
girl because she had done nothing extraordinary.

	"Don't you know this machine? It is not new, you can find it
everywhere but you need electricity, that's all; of course, it is not of
use in the countryside. The men in charge of the horses use a different one
that must be placed on the fire." She then paused. "Where have you been
that you don't know this?" The girl seemed sincere and strange. Jeff could
not explain her about his terrible adventure. He ate and drank in
silence. When he finished thanked the girl for her help, and then left. The
girl had mentioned horses, he felt knew a lot about them, and even he could
easily ride them fast. Once more, he felt powerless to remember
anything. Instinctively he grasped the small piece of quartz that was over
his chest and he felt strangely comforted. As he had it within his fingers,
he did not notice how the rock illuminates like a tiny lantern.

He walked without any objective and entered the forest. He found a little
river with many trouts in it; made a trap with some reeds and sometime
later he had trapped four medium-size units.  "I'll take them to Ricky, he
is a good boy and I like him. It would be great if finally, I was part of
his family... but he is so sad... too sad, I would say." He thought. Still,
he remained in the forest for some time; everything he watched or touched
was familiar to him. He stepped on a dry thorn and made him a little wound;
instinctively he searched for the bush used by Joe to heal the tiny cut. He
then made himself the same question: "Who had taught me?"

With a thin reed, he made a bunch with the fishes and walked up to the
large house. From the place where he had passed out the morning before, he
stood staring at the house and the large Holm tree. Again that familiar
sensation came to him that could not identify. Unexpectedly, he heard a
strong noise in the sky; with a great surprise, he watched how that big
machine landed softly on the lawn not far from him, making a whirl that
raised many tree leaves into the air. It was not so large, but a four-seat
helicopter. A man descended from it with a small suitcase in his hand,
giving some orders to the pilot; immediately she started up again
disappearing into space as quickly as she had come. The man noted the child
presence and greeted him.

	"Hey, Ricky! Good morning. It seems you feel alright if you went
fishing so early." The boy did not move still surprised, the man approached
and only a few steps from Jeff he stopped amazed. "You, you aren't
Ricky. Are you?" The boy reacted extending his hand to the man.

	"No, I am not, Mr Lowell. How do you do, sir?" The man shook the
boy's hand motionless. He could not believe what he was watching.

	"How do you do, Joe?" Jeff grinned; he was now recovered from his
surprise of watching the helicopter.

	"Ricky is still in bed. I'm used to getting up early and last night
we talked until late in the night." The man examined the boy closely, and
he thought: "What happened in the past? Where this boy has been? He's
highly educated, even too much for this time and for his age."

	"Ok, he will join us at breakfast, unless you have had already it."

	"Yes I did, but I'm ready to start again; I'm hungry after a week
wondering in these forests."

	"Let's go inside, we'll talk later about all of this, if you don't
mind, Joe."

	"I don't mind at all, sir; though I feel that Joe is not my real
name. I just accepted to be named like this because Richard suggested it
and I like him heaps." At that moment Lydia and Richard appeared and
greeted the doctor. The boy placed his arm around Jeff's shoulders a little
separated from the adults.

	"I was scared of hell when I noticed your absence, though Maria
told me you had gone for a walk."

	"You were hard asleep when I woke up and did not want to disturb
you; besides, I wanted to surprise you with this." He showed the boy the
four trouts. "I know you like them."  Richard would have hugged his new
friend just there but he also was an educated boy and felt that was not the
moment with adults in front of them.

	"Thanks, Joe." Only hours have elapsed since we met and I feel I am
living the happiest moments of my life." Jeff smiled and jabbed Ricky as
both started running to the house. Lydia then commented with Dr Lowell
making a great effort to keep his tears back.

	"This boy seems an angel; he has entirely changed our Ricky only in
a few hours." The physician smiled.

	"Perhaps he is, anyway. What I can assure you, right now, is that
both boys have the same ancestors; this point must be confirmed once I make
the related analysis. Let's have breakfast; I want to examine the boy. By
the way, please let me see his clothes later."

	"They were torn, the same as his shoes. Maria is restoring them,
not the shoes, of course." After they had breakfast both boys and the
doctor went into a small room provided with the minimum necessary as First
Aid kit, just in case of an accident.

	"Joe, please, take all of your clothes off, except the underwear."
Jeff did and the man examined the lovely figure in front of him. He
observed some cuts already healed, he touched his throat and made the boy
open his mouth. Rarely, he had not any tooth decay; then the doctor
examined the head bump and asked, "Joe, do you feel quick sick feelings,
dizziness or headache?"

	"No. A week ago, when I found myself alone near that road, I had a
terrible headache; it lasted a few days, but nothing else."

	"Did you receive the infantile vaccination?" The doctor immediately
rectified. "Sorry I forgot you can't remember anything, besides, you have
not any scar." Jeff did not know what the doctor meant, so he preferred not
to answer. Then he remembered the trail he had seen in the sky a few times,
that made the boy believe his sight may have suffered something.

	"Several times when I was in the forests, I saw white trails upper
in the sky, perhaps my sight is failing or deceiving me." The doctor and
Richard grinned.

	"No. You have a perfect vision. What you watched were the trails
that jets planes leave from their engines when they are flying very high."
After some time, the doctor added: "Joe, I'm going to extract some blood
from you, you won't feel anything, so you should turn your head."  He did
and a few minutes later he gave the boy a little plastic sterilised pot:
"Now, please, go behind that screen, pee in it and return it to me. Next
Monday, someone will come in that helicopter and will take you to our
hospital in the capital city; we need to make a scanner to your head, just
in case something is damaged." Richard then said:

	"It is like travelling in the Enterprise thru the galaxies, though
you can't see any."

	"I would like Ricky to come with me. I can't remember to have been
in the hospital...  well, I can't remember anything. Some times I have
strange feelings, like riding a horse; I positively know I can do it
perfectly and as fast as anyone could do." The doctor's mind was processing
all the information received from the boy, this detail added something
special, though he did not want to force the boy until he received the
scanner result. Ricky then said:

	"Joe, we have many horses here, thousands of them; they used to be
around here, but now are a few miles away. As soon as my parents return,
we'll ask them about it, of course, if Dr Lowell agrees."

	"Your parents will be here tomorrow evening, I'll stay in my villa
until Monday morning; most likely they'll stop there to talk about you
both." He changed the subject saying: "Joe, you seemed impressed with the
helicopter when I came this morning. Would you like a short ride in it this
afternoon?" Jeff opened wide his lovely blue eyes.

	"Would Ricky come with me?"

	"If he wants it... He has flown many times and it is not any
novelty for him." Jeff stared at his friend and Richard took in his hand
Jeff's.

	"Yes. As the doctor says, it is not new for me, but I want to see
your face. We can fly over the "Bullhead" point where you started, the
mountains reservoir and watch the horses from the air. Can we, doctor?"

	"Of course we can. Joe is our guest and we must do anything that
makes him happy."

	"Really? I am not so important, only a lost boy with a thick fog in
his mind." The doctor felt pity for the boy, he would have hugged him and
console his bitterness.

	"Don't desperate, Joe. I'm sure this amnesia is temporal, I have
watched and treated many cases similar to this; within a few weeks, your
memory will commence returning. By the way, what is that stone hanging from
your neck? I have observed the chain is welded, so you cannot take it
off. I think I have seen something similar, but I cannot remember where or
who wore it."

	"I don't know. Only I can say that it is like a part of me." Then
Richard moved; he wanted Joe to be with him.

	"Doctor, if you have finished..."

	"Hold it a moment, Ricky." The MD extracted a cell phone and
dialled a number. He spoke with someone and grinned. "When would you like
to ride the horses, boys?" Jeff was surprised how quick he obtained them
thru that small device, it seemed a miracle but he did not say
anything. Richard answered.

	"What about tomorrow morning? Please Doctor Lowell, will you stay
here tonight?"

	"No. I must go. I'll come in the morning to accompany you with the
horses."

	"In this case, Joe let's go for a good swim in the pool." Jeff did
not want to argue in front of the adult. When they were going upstairs, he
said:

       "I had made my mind to walk thru the forests alone and naked, and
swim somewhere. I bet there are many places where we can swim." Richard was
in heaven because he had thought something similar, though he did not dare
to say.

       "It seems you guess my thoughts thru that stone; that was my idea."
Jeff grinned as he jabbed his friend. "We'll take some sandwiches and take
a hike. There is a forbidden place to swim in; it is not dangerous but
grandpa forbade because of hygienic problems, the water is used for the
house and the horses, though it passes first thru a chloride system. Let's
go!"  Before anyone could notice, the boys happily walked up to the near
forest. After a few miles, they discarded their clothes and were naked,
placing them into their backpacks. Jeff then said:

       "I like this, Ricky." Saying this he hugged tenderly Richard from
behind; he knew his friend needed affection in great amounts. Still, he was
not so ill, though he would be in a short future; that was what the doctor
had said to him. Richard spun and returned the hug. The closeness of their
young bodies made their dicks got hard. Richard looked into his friend's
eyes for a second and saw only love, a deep and tender love. Jeff added:
"And I like you, Ricky."  They had not noticed they were in the little lake
formed by the reservoir, and still, under the pines, they started a frenzy
sexual session. Richard, more developed than Jeff, dragged him down on the
soft grass and kissed him deeply, introducing his tongue in his fresh
mouth. Soon they were breathing hard, the elder boy went into a 69 position
for the first time, dragging Jeff on top of him that excited Jeff; within
minutes, the boys' bodies tensed and a lovely orgasm hit them. In the peak
moment of their ecstasy, Jeff saw the flash image of an Indian girl on top
of him as the stone sparkled. He gladly received his friend's small load of
semen in his mouth.  One minute later Richard slid to his side, but
recovering a normal position in front of his new friend; instinctively
their mouth united again savouring the older boy's seeds. Richard touched
tenderly Jeff's face with the tip of his fingers.

       "You are a beautiful boy and a better person, Joe. I wonder why I
haven't met you before. Since you are near me I feel wonderful, even I
forgot I'm seriously ill... well, at least that's what the doctors say,
though in this instant I feel nothing, except a wonderful sensation of
happiness when I am near you." Jeff then wiped two tears that rolled on the
blond boy smooth cheeks.

       "If you believe I am the origin of you feeling better, I'll stay
here near you as long as you want me, even if my parents find me. I
promise." Richard hugged again his new friend and, as their chests
contacted, the stone beamed intensely, though they did not see it.

Chapter 10
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In the old farmhouse, Dr Lowell was examining Jeff clothes, he could not
understand them, they were brand new first-class quality; however, he had
watched similar clothes and shoes somewhere, but where? He made an effort
to remember but could not. He opened his wallet where he always had a
picture from his late and much-beloved father, and suddenly his mind went
to an old photo-album where his progenitor appeared as a ten-year-old boy
near his mother. Though in black and white, the clothes were much the
same. But why an actual boy was dressed as boys did seventy years ago? He
thought. His mind was a whirl as it started forming a mad theory. Since
Einstein demonstrated the Theory of Relativity, to travel accidentally thru
the time was a possibility; but what about the resemblance? No, that was
impossible, he disregarded his thoughts. At that moment entered Lydia; she
had known the family as much as he did.

	"Lydia, please sit down and have a coffee with me. How is the
little girl getting on in her new school?" She proudly answered the doctor.

	"She's brilliant, doctor, and not so little; she's almost
thirteen-year-old. She wants to follow your steps in medicine."

	"Tempus fugit." The doctor said in Latin. The time quickly
passes. Very good; we need young and intelligent persons in this
profession." He paused and then asked. "Lydia, you know this family as much
as I do, even I would say better than I do." She kept silence because she
felt the Larsen as her own family. The doctor continued. "Richard had a
twin brother that passed away a few days later after his birth; apparently,
he had a congenital sickness and could not survive. The science tried to
save him but could not; I have seen his records." She did not need any more
explanation and guessed what the doctor was thinking.

	"Yes, his name was Jeff, and he was Christianised a few hours
before his death. I suppose you are thinking that he was saved and now
someone has returned him to his family..."

	"That's a possibility that cannot be disregarded, the analysis
could confirm it. Did you see the baby's corpse?"

	"I must admit that I didn't. He remained in the hospital under the
medical watch and into an incubator, while I fed Richard; I perfectly
remember the sorrow and unhappiness of the whole family, many of them
assisted to the burial. I think this could happen to a current family but
not to a rich and powerful one, like the Larsen.

	"By the way, where are they? I promised to give then a ride in the
helicopter."

	"They enjoy being in their own, as any children. Maria told me they
asked for some sandwiches and left walking thru the forest. Ricky knows
this area very well and that makes him good."

	"Ok. We have time until the helicopter arrives, that will be after
lunch."

After they rested a little, Richard stood and quickly jumped into the cold
water; he started swimming like a real dolphin. From the water he shouted
his friend:

	"Chicken if you don't jump. I'll wait for you on the other side of
the pond!" With firm strokes, the boy started swimming demonstrating his
quality. Jeff raised his hand to his mouth amazed of the speed; he could
not believe what he was watching, that even increased his admiration about
his friend. He felt a strange sensation as if he had the key to save him
from that terrible sickness. He also jumped into the cold water and swam to
where the other boy was, however, he arrived almost exhausted after taking
more than double time. Richard smiled as both lay on the soft
grass. Richard laid his elbow on the grass and his head on his right hand,
with the left forefinger he was tracing a line along his friend's body,
starting from his neck and ending on his thigh, while he said: "I must
teach you to swim, you have a very proportional body to be a good swimmer."
Jeff squirmed at the touch and trapped Richard's hand on his thigh.

	"It is lovely to feel your hand on my skin; you and the sun are
making my dick gets hard." To demonstrate this, Jeff turned over on his
back and showed his hard penis pointing to his head. Richard sighed.

	"I like you, Joe. Sometimes I think and dream that you are my
brother Jeff."  Pronouncing this name, made Jeff almost jump. Richard had
observed the sudden move.  "What's the matter? Have I said anything
inconvenient?"

	"All the contrary; I think this is my right name, not Joe. I can't
be your brother since I'm younger than you are. I don't spurt semen yet,
though I get the strong feeling when we suck each other or I masturbate."
Jeff paused and then said: "The last time that we had sex on the other side
of the pond, when I received the nice feeling, like a flash, I watched the
face of a girl under me, instead of you." Richard grinned and said:

	"And her name was Linda." Jeff flushed trying to recover that
image. "How do you know this? I even can remember her name."

	"It must be in your subconscious because surely you have fucked
her." Ricky then paused. "Won't you get mad on me?"

	"Of course not; you know we are best friends. How could I be mad on
you?"

	"When you were unconscious I watched your gorgeous body; we were
alone and I felt my dick getting very hard: I couldn't stop and I sucked
your cock. In the peak of your ecstasy, you named her. That's all." Jeff
grinned and said:

	"Why don't you try again so I might remember something else?" Both
smiled and in seconds they were again busy sucking each other
boy-tool. After some time, the wonderful feeling hit them at the same time;
their bodies went hard as washboards and Jeff felt the tiny load from his
pal into his mouth. After a little rest, both smiled as Jeff said: "I
couldn't remember anything else." Let's return, lunchtime is
approaching. Tomorrow you can teach me to swim in the swimming pool." They
ran along the pond's bank to where their backpacks were. Richard then
extracted a cell-phone from his and started dialling a number.

	"What's that device?" Richard forgot for a moment his friend's
amnesia.

	"Where have you been? This is a cell-phone" Immediately he added:
"Sorry, Jeff, I forgot for a moment your amnesia. Everybody over ten y/o
has one, even younger children. Its use is prohibited within the school
classrooms but as soon as we are in the break we use them."

	"What's for?"

	"Well... I may need to tell my father that I'll be late, or just
ask for something. Now I'm going to tell Dr Lowell where we are, just in
case we arrive a little late, so they can start without our presence."

	"It is a useful device. And what's about those which are placed on
the desks?"

	"Normally they are used on business and for direct connexions to
the Internet. They have different tasks. Let's return." Hand in hand, they
walked up to the farm and have lunch with Lydia and Dr Lowell. When they
finished and were in the way to the stairs to their room, Richard asked:
"Would you like to see old heirlooms; still, my grandpa keeps his first old
car; a Ford racing vehicle built in when he was sixteen.

	"Not today; I prefer to fly in the helicopter." Saying this they
heard the familiar sound of the machine descending and landing on the
garden lawn. Jeff was excited; it was so strange for him... Dr Lowell
called the boys that ran to join him. They climbed onto the moving and
noisy machine and at a sign from the MD, the pilot made lift the heavy
machine. Jeff was trembling, they adjusted the safety belts and wore the
headphones; the boys were sat on the back seats, and the MD in the front
seat with the pilot in the front seats. It was now more comfortable;
besides, he could hear the explanations from Dr Lowell and Richard. They
were flying over an oil field with strange mechanisms like dinosaurs
working up/down. Many horses were lazily grazing the grass near the
dinosaurs, some with their babies; he then asked:

	"What are those machines doing?" Richard answered him.

	"They are extracting oil from deep in the earth. According to my
grandpa, there is a lake of oil down here. He guessed it and bought this
land many years ago. Uncle Joe, the previous owner, guessed it too and
insisted grandpa's father to buy the land. He was single and had not any
heirs; however, he loved grandpa very much, and visited him in his shed
frequently, especially during school holidays, most of the times
accompanied by an Indian boy that was his blood brother. He always had
little presents for the Indian children." Impulsively Jeff grasped the
quartz stone hanging from his neck; a flash came to his mind as he saw
blood from his finger and the boy near him. Then the MD added to Richard's
explanation.

	"Joe, you may think why that man made that altruist gesture for
Ricky's grandfather.  There are some explanations. First, Mr Larsen paid
what the man asked for, thinking to dedicate that land for horse breeding;
and second, the technology in those times was not so advanced as to detect
the deep oil, you might guess its existence but not for sure. Even some
friends made fun of him because he had paid very expensive the land; but as
you can see, technology also allows horse living together with
oil-extraction." They flew over the horse installations and could watch
some people taking care of the animals, in spite of being Sunday.  After
some minutes flying, he saw under them a very wide road with many cars at a
fair speed and motioned Richard about it.

	"It is an interstate road or motorway. As you can watch, there are
many cars in the south direction; probably they are families returning from
the beach. Now we are going again to fly over the large forests where you
found yourself; even we'll remain steady over the "Bullhead" rock. We
cannot land there because there is not a clear space near the rock." Jeff
felt something strange and thru the light fabric of his shirt, he watched
how the stone had started to flash. He then touched the headphone switch so
he could talk to Ricky without the pilot and the MD could hear.

	"Please, Ricky, tell them not to go; nothing is interesting in
there, I don't want it."  Richard grinned, thinking that maybe Jeff was
scared.

	"Don't worry. It is a beautiful place watched from the air; why are
you frightened?"

	"Please, Ricky!" He insisted. Jeff was scared; on an impulse and
quivering, he placed his left hand on the stone and with his right one
gripped his friend's left. When the helicopter was about half of a mile
from the "Bullhead Rock" the pilot and MD heard a desperate yell from both
boys at unison:

	"Back, back!!! Turn around!!! Don't go!!!" The pilot quickly stared
at the MD that confirmed the order. The machine turned and made a large
circle far from the stone. The pilot had also observed how some electronic
indicators had shown erroneous information just previous to the boys'
shout; however, that sometimes happened in the mountains. The MD turned his
head to the back seat and could watch the boys still were trembling and
their beautiful pink faces were white. He ordered the pilot to come back
and he did. Once they were on land they looked at each other as the MD
asked:

	"What happened that made you shout so desperate?" Ricky then said:

	"I saw, or better, we saw the helicopter in flames and how she
crashed and exploded among the trees. The vision was clear and terrible!
Wasn't it Jeff?"

	"Yes, it was. I'm still scared. I'll never fly over that place
again." The pilot then intervened.

	"Sir, I remember that a few years ago, some students and his
teacher reported that their large helicopter had heavy disturbances when
flying over that area, they were in a training course and the rest of the
pilots, including myself, made fun of them. Still, there are many things
that we don't understand." The MD grinned.

	"Thanks, boys for warning us; we wonder why this has happened. The
best thing is to forget and don't make any comment about it." Then
addressing to the pilot he added: "Ralph, please, minimise this event in
your flight report, though you must mention it."

	"Yes, sir; I'll do it."

	"Boys, I must go. Ricky, your parents will be here in a couple of
hours. Ralph will come tomorrow morning around 11:00 to pick you and Joe
up; I'll wait for you in our hospital." Jeff was to argue, especially
regarding his name but said nothing. Soon the helicopter took off with the
MD on board. The boys had something to eat and went to Richard's room. They
had not spoken a single word about the incident. Richard then said:

	"Jeff... I... I think the incident had something to do with you; it
is only a feeling, but I think t. What do you think?" Jeff stared at his
beautiful friend and hugged him very tightly. He could not stop his tears
as Richard dragged him to the large couch and both sat down. Thru the
window, they could watch the forests and imagined the place where they had
been. After a few minutes and with soothing words from Richard, Jeff
stopped weeping.

	"I thought we were going to die, Ricky! I was so terrified..."
Ricky caressed his friend's curly black hair and hugged him. Jeff then
added: "Please don't say anything to anybody but when I held your hand in
the helicopter, the stone was like an electric bulb blinking, and I heard a
strange voice telling me to stop approaching. This is the second time I
hear that voice into me." Ricky wiped his friend's tears again.

       "Don't worry; I won't tell anybody, they wouldn't believe me,
anyway. Surely they would say it is children's imagination." Ricky paused,
then looking into his friend's eyes he added: "I must say you something
important, Jeff." The boy paid attention to Ricky's words. "Since you came
and we touched each other, my health is progressively improving; I would
say I'm almost ninety per cent fit as I used to be. I'm greatly surprised
because I should be..." Jeff interrupted him, pressing his lips with his
fingers.

       "That's impossible; I have done nothing to help you, except to be
your friend."

       "You don't believe me, wait and see it." Ricky then called shouting:
"Lydia, please, wait for us in the swimming pool, I need to convince some
stubborn boy." The boys wore swimming suits and walked up to the
pool. Lydia who knew all about the boy's sickness felt a pang in her chest
and had to fight her tears back. Ricky wore the cap to keep his hair in,
and then said to the woman: "Lydia is the chronometer ready?"

       "It is ready, my boy!" She answered. Ricky jumped into the pool and
started swimming like a fish, he did the first lap and Lydia could not
retain her tears of joy. He continued with a second, a third, and finally
the four that made 200 meters freestyle. Lydia could not stop her emotion,
and as Ricky came out of the pool she hugged him tenderly. "I can't believe
it, Ricky, I can't believe it!!! What has happened?" Ricky stared at Jeff
but said nothing. Jeff did not understand much about swimming time marks so
he did not give much importance, however, Lydia was exultant. "That's
fantastic my champion, your parents wouldn't believe it."

       "Please Lydia, don't say them anything and wait a few days until it
is confirmed. I feel very well but..."

       "Don't worry, Ricky; but they need something, they are going thru
very bad times and we love them. They need some hopes, they deserve it."

       "I know it, Lydia; but I don't want to give them false hopes. If is
it only a fiction?" She hugged her boy softly as the woman responded
kissing the boy's wet golden hair. Ricky separated from her and then pushed
Jeff into the water as the boys started to giggle. While Lydia abandoned
the pool, Ricky swam deep, and before Jeff could realise, he felt how his
swimming suit was yanked down to his heels, he tried to recover it, but
with a second pull, he was naked. He could do nothing trying to catch
Ricky, but his turn came when he observed Ricky was emerging to breathe, he
hugged his friend from behind, and with his left hand around his waist he
dragged his swim briefs. He could observe Ricky dick was hard, therefore
could not get out of the water. The boys were having a great time, then
Ricky suggested.

       "Let's go upstairs and get dressed, my parents will be here in half
an hour." Covered by their towels they ran thru a backdoor to their
room. As they reached the first floor a flash image came into Jeff's mind
and saw two younger blond boys running in the same direction and room.  He
could not explain who the boys were; he pressed his mind furiously trying
to remember.  Ricky had watched the moment but said nothing to him. Ricky
was very happy and as the boys entered the room, he pushed the door closed
with his back; Jeff tossed the towel on a chair and suddenly he felt his
friend's arms around his waist. He spun and met Ricky's eyes on him, he was
not surprised because he liked those moments of freedom and love. On the
contrary that he expected, Ricky's eyes were blurred.

       "Your eyes are wet. Why? You should be happy..." Ricky kissed his
friend a peck.

       "My tears are of happiness, Jeff. I own you my life and my
future. How could I pay you these gifts?" Jeff felt something in his chest
and instinctively hugged Ricky softly. He then answered his friend.

       "You own me nothing because I did nothing for you. If what you feel
is true, that has been done by yourself or by whoever runs this World but
not me; I'm just an amnesic and strayed boy that came from nowhere, that's
all."

       "At least, I know how to partially pay you." Then Ricky slowly
kneeled on the soft carpet, placed his strong hands on Jeff's smooth ass
cheeks and dragged his crotch to him, Jeff was already hard. In one minute
Ricky engulfed the cock that near gagged him. He started sucking eagerly as
if there was no tomorrow; certainly, Ricky had experience in sucking cocks
and being sucked. From time to time the blond boy left the wet dick and
lapped his friend ball sack, feeling Jeff's cock near his ear. Jeff
couldn't stop moaning loudly, he then placed his hands on Ricky's head and
began to help him as he was reaching the sixth cloud and Ricky jerked off
ferociously his dick. Again a flash image came to Jeff's mind and he
shouted:

       "Joe, don't stop, please don't stop now." He groaned noisily as that
wonderful climax hit his loins and his dick, trying to expel what he had
not in his body yet. Ricky moaned too as he spurted his small load, he was
more than satisfied with their play. As Jeff was recovering his breathing,
Ricky left his softening penis and rose. With all the tenderness he could
muster hugged and kissed his strange friend. Near exhausted they sat on the
large couch.

       "Did you like it?" Jeff grinned and jabbed his friend. "Who was that
Joe that you have named?"

       "I don't know, I can't remember, only he looked like an Indian boy,
that's all I can say."

       "Don't worry; we are not hurry; you'll remember in due time."

       "Ricky, I feel I have something to do with you, and this stone has
some powers that I cannot control or imagine; only it is a feeling; if at
least I could remember who gave it to me... In any case, when we are
together, always you must press it in your hand; I think it likes you as if
we were the same person." Ricky rubbed his friend curly hair.

       "I'll do as you say. Believe me, it is great luck to have you near
me. I never had a close friend to do things as we do, and I enjoy them very
much."

While they were chatting about the next day plays and events, they heard a
vehicle arriving at the front door; Ricky then shouted: "My parents are
here! C'mon Jeff; they must know you are here and want to meet you!" The
boys flew to the main hall as the middle-aged couple entered.  Ricky
launched himself against his father, he almost dropped him in spite of
being a strong man, and they hugged and kissed tenderly as Robert stared
directly to the standing boy, close to a copy of his son. Dr Lowell had
mentioned it but not to this extent. As Ricky kissed his sad mother,
Robert's eyes blurred and did not know why. Jeff approached to greet the
man, but something happened to both of them, something or someone impelled
the boy and the man as they went into a hard embrace as if they were
waiting for each other for a long time.

	"Jeff! My Jeff! That's was all he could murmur. They separated and
in silence the four sat down on the large leather sofa.

Chapter 11
---------------

No one wanted to break the silence, and after some time of emotions Ricky
came and sat down o his father's lap; Jeff felt a tinge of jealousy because
deep in his heart he missed those caresses from a father. He could not
remember his progenitor, but he was sure his father never behaved like
Ricky's. Then the boy said to his father:

	"I have very good news for you both, but I can't release them now
until they are confirmed."

	"That's fair," the man said. Then he extended his right arm and
pulled Jeff to him. "I bet Jeff has a lot to do with the news. The boy did
not answer, and the man forced a smile.

	"That's what Ricky believes, but it isn't true."

	"It doesn't matter." The man said closing the item. As the MD had
advised him, he did not want to push Jeff to make efforts trying to
remember anything, but he could not stop asking him. "Jeff, can't you
remember anything? I'm sure we are much closer than we may think.
Something must have happened in the past and we cannot disclose it. You are
amnesic and my father is like a strange being that came from another
planet." Robert observed the boy rubbing his head with his hands, in an
attempt to open his mind; then he discovered the fresh scar he had on his
left palm near the thumb.

	"I'm sorry I can't. Only from time to time I get a flash and see
persons who I don't know or at least, I cannot remember." Ricky's mother
intervened.

	"Bob, please, don't push the boy; you know what Dr Lowell told us."
Robert stood and tussled Jeff's curly black hair.

	"Sorry Jeff; I'm acting like a stupid man. She's right. Tomorrow
I'll show you something."  At that moment a cell phone rang and Robert
extracted it from his pocket. He answered to someone: "Yes if he ordered,
bring them here tomorrow afternoon, the boys had an appointment in the
hospital for the morning. Bring also my father's horse; I need to have some
contact with it." He paused and stared at the boys, surprised that Ricky
wanted to ride a horse.  "Tomorrow a man will bring our horses plus
grandpa's."

	"Jolly good! I'll demonstrate this boy how to ride a horse as he
taught me how... to operate a computer." Ricky and his father grinned; both
knew Jeff wanted to say something different.

	"Hey Jeff, let's go upstairs to our room to continue my lessons."
The boys ran as the couple looked at each other amazed.

	"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Betty?"

	"I think... yes. This is not the Ricky that we left two days
ago. Who is this Angel, Bob? I can't believe what I am watching, though
Lowell warned us." Robert dragged his wife to the library, out from the
home workers' view; he then hugged her, as tears were rolling along the
man's cheeks. Betty had been all the time a real mother and wife. For her,
her husband was the most important person in the world. Many would call her
submissive, but Robert was always a gentleman in all aspects, a copy of his
father in his behaviour, not in his resemblance. Her son was almost the
living image of his grandfather when he was a boy, except for his hair and
eyes; however, Jeff was entire as the old dying man. Robert then pushed a
button and immediately Maria knocked on the door.

	"Maria, you were here when Jeff appeared. Do you still keep the
garments he was wearing?"

	"Yes, sir. They were torn with some holes; I have just finished
amending then. The shoes are in the garage, I did not throw them away just
in case you wanted to see them, though they are completely spoiled."

	"Good. We are not interested in the shoes; please bring the clothes
that he was wearing." Two minutes later the young girl brought the items
and left with a grin. She thought the boy probably came from a carnival
party. Betty examined the clothes carefully.

	"They are first-class and of excellent quality, the shirt from real
silk, nothing artificial; whoever bought them knew about children clothing,
though old fashioned. I have seen some old black and white pictures of
children in my family wearing clothes like these but..." Robert interrupted
his wife.

	"Technically speaking, how old do you think they are?" She examined
them carefully as a professional that she was.

	"The shirt and trousers, I would say they were made just a month
ago; the fashion... to that existing before the Great Depression."

	"Betty, do you realise what you are saying? The quality and fashion
are seventy years old; however, they were tailored a month ago. It is
amazing!"

	"You may or may not believe what I say; but you know very well I am
an expert on this type of fabric, nevertheless, I could take them with me
to the laboratory. I am telling my technical opinion, and I bet that's
correct."

	"Then, how do you explain the clothes existence?"

	"I can't. A reasonable opinion could be that the boy was in an
epoch party and due to some special circumstances he lost his memory by
accident..."

	"It could be. However, the initial letters broidered on his silk
hanky show JL, therefore, he could be Jeff Larsen, like our late
son. Another explanation could be that I had a brother...  but my father is
not that kind of a man, he would have told me. In any case, this is a
tremendous muddle."

	"Yes, you are right, my husband. Let's get ready for dinner; time
will unveil this mysterious."

Jeff and Ricky, as soon as they were in their room, started making ticklish
each other and jumping from one bed to another, having a great time. Then
Jeff said:

	"Ricky, please show me about the Internet, perhaps it helps to
bring my memory back."  Ricky got sad for a moment as he answered his
friend.

	"I'll teach you anything that you want but if recovering your
memory means you would live me... I prefer not to do it." Jeff hugged Ricky
tenderly and kissed him a peck on the lips."

	"As far as I can remember this is a family kiss, which means we are
part of something that I wonder right now. I promise I'll stay near you
forever if I can."

	"That's enough for me. I love you, Jeff, I can't stop loving and
thanking you..." Jeff hugged his friend gently again.

	"Do you think that I'm made of marble? You are deep in my heart
Ricky, very deep." He paused and added: "Let's be happy and show me those
tricks about the Internet." Ricky laughed; booted the desk computer and
after some flickering lights the image of a girl came to the screen. "Who
is she?" Jeff asked.

	"I don't know. It is just wallpaper. I saw on one web and liked it,
but I wonder who is she or her name. There are thousands and thousands like
her in the Net, even prettier and... naked.  Do you want to see some?

	"Why not? But before going ahead, please explain to me, what is all
this about."

	"You are making me a difficult question, yet, I'll try to explain
to you how it is now, not its genesis. It is like a gigantic encyclopaedia
with billions of pages and millions of users, containing everything that
you can imagine in text, drawings, pictures, movies, music, etc. about any
matter." Jeff could not believe what he was hearing.

	"And how is this information stored and where?"

	"It is electronic and everything is stored... let's say, in large
computers called servers. If you know the address you place it in the
command line and it will appear in your screen."

	"And what's about if you don't know the address but the subject?"

	"There are powerful electronic searching tools; the most popular is
Google, however, there are others. Let's search for something that now is
being historical; I refer to the Great Depression that started in the year
1929." The boy called Google and then wrote the subject. It showed
thousands of pages and pictures with opinions of many economists, women and
men.  One of the pictures showed a starving family after the father had
been fired from his job. Many others showed queues of men and women asking
for charity food for their families, especially in the large towns. Jeff
could not believe what he was watching.

	"I can't believe it. The way that this boy is dressed... I have the
feeling that I have seen many like him, though not so poor." Ricky grinned
as he said:

	"Most likely you have watched pictures in the school. Within a few
months, it will be the anniversary, 70 years; it has been a theme well
discussed in class by the teachers. That and the war that followed a few
years later; they should never be repeated."

	"We'll talk about that war later, but what caused that terrible
depression?"

	"Well... there are many opinions about the start and
origins. Basically, it was economic speculation that coincided with a
terrible drought in the centre of the country. Since a few years before,
many persons that did not know anything about economic matters started
buying company shares that they sold a few days or months later at the
double cost, so obtaining a substantial earning. Even some asked for loans
in the banks, using as guaranty his home, land or business. Many people
thought this was mad; a company couldn't be, let's say, one million dollars
value and ten days later three million; however, that was what people were
ready to pay.  In March 1929 some powerful men started selling his shares,
this brought panic to the shareholders and in mass, they started to sell,
however, there was nobody ready to buy them.  Many people got ruined,
companies closed their activities and millions of people became jobless and
their families hungry." Jeff was astonished, he then asked.

	"And what's about the drought?"

	"That even was the worst. There were many farms in the North and
Central parts of the US, mostly in a large zone called "the seven plains"
formed in the confluence of the States of Colorado, New Mexico, Kansas,
Oklahoma and Texas, mostly the last three. They irrigated their lands with
the abundant rains. Suddenly in 1930, the rain stopped falling; the drought
lasted ten years; 1935 was considered the driest for the past thousand
years. People called this phenomenon "The Dust Bowl". Many farmers
abandoned their lands and emigrated to the South looking for food to feed
their families and avoiding the death of their children caused by pneumonia
due to the dust accumulated in the lungs. Many died trying to reach
California and other states."

	"But that most likely was a natural situation not caused by the
man, as the speculation."

	"Maybe you are right. But, as usual, the man's also helped."
Richard then searched for information regarding the dust storms, Jeff
opened wide his large eyes amazed with the images that showed on the
scream; houses and cars covered by a thick layer of dark dust. Other
pictures showed people covering their faces with masks or clothes to
prevent dust from entering his lungs.

	"What's that, Ricky? It looks terrible!"

	"Yes, you are right. It was an inferno partially caused by the
man. Historically, those lands were periodically dry but with hard soil and
forests. The farmers ploughed the lands but the rain did not come, the
strong winds raised the land to the sky forming those clouds that we can
see in these pictures, they covered large extensions and nobody could
survive. No one knew this could happen." After some seconds, Jeff argued.

	"In such circumstances, we could not blame the farmers, after all,
they were seeking a better life for their families; nevertheless, the
speculation was something artificial only trying to become rich without any
effort. Why people behaved like that? What about common sense?"

	"It is not as simple as I have explained, but many or most of them
were looking for easy money. Many persons did not go into that play or were
clever enough to understand that the situation could not last for much
time. Sooner or later, the situation would explode, that was what
happened. Fortunately, someone had advised my great grandfather, because at
the end year 1928, when the market was at the peak, he sold all his shares
and bought land and gold, keeping only those shares he believed to be
good. Many others did the same and later, when the situation returned to
normal, they invested in good and serious companies.

	"But what's about the workers and their families?"

	"Well, sometime later, President Roosevelt passed thru the Chambers
the Law called "New Deal"... but let's forget about that; besides, surely
you have studied this subject in the school, and when your memory returns
we can discuss those historical moments if you like it.  Do you want to see
the images?" Jeff grinned slyly; he knew what would happen afterwards and
he wanted to be ready and fit.

	"Leave it for after dinner when we come to bed." Ricky felt his
dick hard and wanted some action, but his friend was right.

	"Yes, we'll watch them later." They heard a car entering, Richard
had a look thru the window and smiled; his blue eyes sparkled. Jeff stared
at him.

	"Who is it, Ricky?"

	"She is my Aunty Jennifer, cousin of my grandpa. I like her; she is
85 y/o and the most joyful person you can imagine. She's a widow and has a
large house in the town, unfortunately, she had no children. She lives her
life going from a part to other of this country spending her large fortune
mostly in charity, especially in boys' orphanages, she deeply loved grandpa
since they were children; in fact, her brothers Karl and Julia also had a
crutch on him. She considers my dad as her child. I'll tell you about them
in some other moments. Let's go downstairs, sure she will stay for dinner
and we will spend a nice evening."

Robert also heard the car and guessed who could be, no one came to the
house unexpectedly, except her. He watched how the old agile woman
descended from the car in spite of her age.  Robert went out and hugged the
woman. Immediately she asked him.

	"How's Ricky?"

	"By now he is well, yet, tomorrow we have an appointment in the
Hospital..." Before he could finish she asked.

	"Dr Lowell has mentioned me about a strange boy that you have here
and..." Robert deeply sighed.

	"Wait and see, Aunty Jennifer. Please don't say anything or ask the
boy when you see him. That has been a strong recommendation from Lowell."
They entered the house and the old woman kissed Betty effusively.

	"Always it is a pleasure to receive you in this house, Aunty,
though we are going thru difficult moments. I suppose at least you will
stay for dinner..." At those moments they heard the boys descending the
stairs happily; Ricky ran to the old woman and kissed her.

	"Aunty Jenifer, let me introduce you to my best friend, Jeff... We
don't know his surname." Ricky was in front of the old woman, so she could
not see Jeff until he introduced his friend.

	"How do you, Madame?" As she was to offer her hand she got white;
Robert had to hold her, she was close to faint." Ricky stared at Jeff that
did not know what to say, however, Ricky could observe how the little piece
of rock was flashing intensely. Richard's parents attended the woman as she
started recovering from her faint. He looked at the boys trying not to
alarm them.

	"It is nothing; just a little faint..." The old woman, remembering
Robert's words made an effort trying not to discover her most intimated
feelings a long time stored in her heart. She then added.

	"Yes, it has been a little faint, things normal for an old woman."
And then more calmed politely, added. "I'm sorry little lad, I did not
intend to scare you."

	"Sure, Madame. Thanks."

Ten minutes later they had dinner, nevertheless, the old woman could not
take her eyes off from Jeff. They remained in the living room for a
while. Jeff fixed his sight on the large piano; it attracted him like a
magnet to iron. He stood, approached the instrument, opened it and sat on
the stool. Ricky's father and especially the old woman observed the
movements made by the boy; immediately, her Cousin Jeff's image came
clearly to her mind when they were children and he was a boy, she used to
sit near him watching how he played and sang. Jeff raised the cover and as
an automat started playing the entry of "Ave Maria" from Schubert; his
beautiful and modulated voice rose to fill the house. Maria and other
servants approached to hear it; they could not believe what they were
hearing. When he finished, heard:

	"Bravo!!! Bravo!!!" As if he woke up from a dream he felt Robert
arms around him kissing his forehead, the stone was warming his
chest. Ricky watched the little piece of quartz's beam thru Jeff's shirt
fabric; however, his father did not see it. "Jeff, who taught you to play
and sing like this?" The man asked. "You have a beautiful and educated
voice." Jeff again made an effort to remember. Robert's wife touched her
husband arm reminding him of the boy's situation and not to insist.

	"I'm sorry sir, I can't remember. The piano has attracted me, it
was as a dream and I saw in my mind many boys, girls and adults that hugged
and congratulated me, especially a blond boy with intense blue eyes; but I
can't remember any name. Probably it was my birthday because still there
was a smell of burning candles." Ricky was to ask something to his father
but stopped.

	"Forget my question Jeff; you are in the way of recovering your
memory, that's the most important." Robert then changed the subject. "May I
to remember both of you that early tomorrow the helicopter will come to
pick you up, and you must be ready and fasting, later on, you can eat
anything that you want; so don't be late in bed."

	"Yes dad, don't worry; we'll behave as good boys." They stood, said
good nights and walked up to their common room; Ricky had a lot of
questions to make to his friend and did not like his parents or the woman
being present. As the boys disappeared and making sure all the servants
were in their premises, Robert hugged his wife and kissed the woman on the
cheeks; then looked at them, questioning. Suddenly Jenifer asked.

	"Please, Robert, call Switzerland and ask about your father, now is
an excellent moment in Europe." Robert seemed a little bit surprised
because in that country would be early morning, however, he liked to please
the woman. He extracted his cell phone and dialled a number. A woman
answered.

	"I am Robert Larsen from the US; how is my father this morning?"

	"No change at all, Mr Larsen, I am near him now and he is placidly
sleeping. His constants are perfect and his face pink; he seems is in
another world.

	"Thank you, Mrs Luz, I'll call you tomorrow." He stared at the
women.

	"Betty, Aunty Jenifer, he is as usual, very well but asleep; and
now what...? Did you observe Jeff how he walked to the piano? How he
adjusted the stool? How he moved his hands? And finally, how he sang? The
old woman sighed and near a murmur.

	"He is the living image of your father when he was at this age,
except for his clothes! I remember very well those moments when I was a
little pretty girl and loved him. Who is this boy and where is he coming
from?" And then, as if she was speaking for herself, added. "Why has he
mentioned the intense blue eyes of my late brother Karl?" Robert did not
dare to tell the woman that those clothes were not his, but borrowed from
Ricky. He did not want to confuse even more the old lady.

	"You are now involved in this mystery, Aunty Jenifer," Robert said.

	"I also remember during the family parties or birthdays, your
father liked to sing that song, always accompanied by the children as a
choir. Almost in all birthday celebrations in this house, our guests asked
him to sing; he had performed solos in the Cathedral when he was part of
the school's choir. You know very well he still has a lovely voice, in
spite of his age, of course, not as this Jeff, but...Oh my God! Who is this
boy? Where has he been before Ricky met him?" Robert's wife answered.

	"We don't know Robert; at least, I am as confused as you are. The
truth is that I have no idea or theory, only that we must wait. Apparently,
he is a healthy boy, so he will recover his memory, that's what the doctor
said."

	"I should not have come, my children; this has recalled me many
happy moments of the long past, especially when he returned from his two
months stay in New York with a friend, it was the 4th July. He was so
handsome... my heart beat as never before. Well... I must go,
children. Please keep me informed about this. Thanks for dinner."

	"We'll do, Aunty Jenifer."

Ricky and Jeff stormed into their room and the blond boy hugged his friend
from behind, Jeff spun and did the same; he was confused and Ricky did not
like to make any question.

	"Your eyes are making many questions, Ricky, but I am afraid can't
answer anything; I wish I had the tool to clear out all your doubts, but I
haven't, only I have the feeling that I'm here for something." Jeff pressed
his head as the stone flashed. "Why I cannot recover my fucking memory?"

	"You are blaming and torturing yourself unnecessarily, Jeff. Please
leave things as they are and enjoy these moments together." The boy
paused. "Did you realise that nobody had mentioned anything regarding your
stone? I am amazed! I was to ask my father but I preferred to tell you
before. It seems as if they cannot see it."

	"I didn't know; I supposed that they had not to pay attention to a
simple piece or quartz hanging from my neck."

	"You know very well it is not just that. Besides, it shone
intensely when you were at the piano singing that beautiful song... Well,
forget this; otherwise, we'll go into the same story."  Ricky paused, and
then asked Jeff: "Do you want to see the pictures on the Internet?" Jeff
grinned and started undressing.

	"Yes, if you get naked that beautiful and muscular body. I love
your pectorals." Ricky put on the computer and while it loaded the software
programs to start, he turned around and pushed his new friend to the bed;
immediately they began making ticklish as their bodies rubbed exciting
them. The computer showed the wallpaper image and Ricky pushed the enter
key and went into a fast Internet connexion. He wrote some words in the
command line and quickly the screen filled with little images, he made
double click on the first one and the image of two blond boys in a 69
position showed. Jeff instinctively rubbed his dick.

	"It seems they are having a great time!" Ricky grinned. He pushed
another key and continued showing boys fucking one another or masturbating,
most of them showed boys sucking other boys, or men sucking or fucking
boys. He wrote another command and changed to very young girls fucking with
boys, none of them seemed to be more than 14 y/o. In another page, they
watched men with large and thick penises fucking other men or women. Jeff
was astonished watching how a woman sucked and swallowed a man's dick to
the hilt of about eight inches. Pointing to the image he asked:

	"How can she do that? She must gag." Ricky knew the answer; he had
seen this au natural."

	"Simple; she introduces the man's cock into her throat."

	"And don't gag? I don't like it."

	"There are many boys, girls, women and men in the large cities
posing to make these pictures, always for money. Others photos are posted
by private and anonymous people, they make them with friends. In most of
these sites, you can watch just samples, if you want to see the full
collection you must subscribe and pay a small fare every month. In the
Intranet, there are full collections posted by persons who are very fond of
them, and you pay nothing.

	"I prefer the natural and not so hard but tender and with
love. Most of those images are disgusting. I wonder why they exist." Ricky
grinned.

	"It means money, my friend, a lot of money!"

	"I like au natural." Saying this, Jeff placed his arms around his
friend from behind, massaging Ricky's hard pectorals. Quickly Ricky put off
the computer, stood and hugged back Jeff. They were hard and as they lay on
the bed, Ricky pinned Jeff, got serious and kissed his friend on the lips;
it was a gentle kiss of love. Immediately the blond boy regretted what he
had done, and was going out of the bed, but Jeff retained him.

	"Why are you afraid of kissing me? That means only one thing: love;
that has nothing to do with those nasty pictures. I love you, too,
Ricky. Why a girl and a boy can love each other and two boys cannot. Why? I
like hot girls and think about them a lot, but also I love you; probably in
a different way, but I like what we do together. I'm sure I'll miss these
moments forever." Two tears dribbled along the blond boy's smooth
cheeks. They were lying on the bed on their sides in front of each other;
Jeff attracted Ricky and kissed him back, but this time longer and soft.

	"I adore you, strange boy." Then he sealed his lips against Jeff's
in a long and wet kiss.  Their tongues touched as they enjoyed those great
moments. Their dicks were hard and started leaking precum as the boys began
grinding their wet crotches. After some minutes of enjoyment, a wonderful
and tender orgasm reached their bodies. Ricky then unconsciously took in
his hand the beaming stone and felt as he was lifted to the sky and lost in
the immensity of a universe full of stars that had never seen before. He
had almost passed out. Ricky was lying on his back and Jeff stared at his
hard dick still jerking with every heartbeat. Clearly, to his memory came
the image of Karl sucking him while, apparently, he was asleep, though he
could not recall his name. He wanted to do the same for Ricky, but he
preferred to make his dream with his hand. Jeff then wrapped Ricky's hard
tool, and slowly began masturbating him; it was fantastic to feel the
softness of his foreskin up and down discovering and covering the dickhead.
Soon the lying boy's body reacted to the caresses, his breathing increased
and tensed; in seconds he started spurting his small load of clear semen,
then relaxed. Jeff with all the love and tenderness he could muster
murmured:

	"I love you, Richard Larsen but I have the feeling that soon I'll
leave you; then you, and only you, will know who I am." Jeff dragged the
covers over them and drifted to sleep, tomorrow would be another special
day.

Chapter 12
---------------

The sound of the helicopter landing in the garden woke the boys up. Ricky
stared at the nightstand digital clock and shook Jeff that was deeply
asleep.

	"C'mon Jeff; it's the time for the hospital!" Jeff jumped out of
the bed, and naked the boys hurried up to the bathroom. While they were
peeing Ricky said: "I never had a beautiful dream like that of the last
night, before I forget it I'll write it down, strangely, I can remember it
very well." Jeff grinned.

	"Perhaps it wasn't a dream!" Ricky was to hug his friend but knew
the time was short as the pilot was waiting for them to come down. "Let's
have a quick shower and wear those comfortable clothes that they brought
for us, especially the sneakers." They showered together amongst jokes and
laughs, and some minutes later they joined Ricky's parents. Robert and
Betty were amazed as they looked at each other and lightly motioned to
their son, he seemed a healthy and strong boy. They boarded the helicopter
that flew over the forests and the outskirt of the great city. Ricky then
said pointing to the different entries to the town.

	"People get up early to go to their jobs."

	"They seem ants entering in their nest, they must be thousands."

	"More than thousands, Jeff, they are millions." The boy was
astonished by the height of the buildings and crossroads. "Skyscrapers,
Jeff. Technology has advanced a lot, taking into consideration that we live
on unstable land, subject to earthquakes that move us from time to time."
After some minutes, they landed on top of a high building, separated from
the rest by large gardens and some trees. When they were on the lift, Jeff
asked:

	"Why did we land on the building's top? There is enough space in
the gardens?"

	"It is for safety. We are special guests; my grandfather owns this
and some other hospitals." They entered into a spacious room as Dr Lowell
greeted them.

	"Good morning, boys. How do you feel this morning, Richard?" The
boy grinned; he did not want to express what he thought. He felt great,
amazingly well and ready to start swimming for hours! He glanced at Jeff
and could observe a beautiful smile on his face as telling him, "I know how
you are feeling, this is our secret."

	"Not bad Dr Lowell; thanks." Two doctors came to accompany each boy
to separated departments. When the boys disappeared, Dr Lowell closed the
door and ordered not to be disturbed. Then he sat near the afflicted
parents.

	"Robert, have you observed your son this morning? He isn't the boy
that since a few months we are watching." The father and mother sighed.

	"We have come in order you can clarify this puzzle, Bill. There's
more than that, and I cannot explain anything. It seems that Lydia knows
something about his improvement but she doesn't want to release any word
about it. She looks expectant and is watching the boys constantly." The
doctor then said:

	"Robert, we have carried out an urgent analysis of Jeff's blood and
we have found that he has not any of the normal vaccinations that we apply
to children nowadays, only smallpox; this is very strange. He is of the
same blood group as you and your son, however, for the rest, he's a healthy
child. Today we'll extract blood and urine to complete our information
regarding him. Next week we'll have more accurate information."

	"The whole thing is strange, Bill. He behaves as a very educated
boy, he is the living child picture of my father, and besides, he believes
his name is Jeff; and now you say he has the same blood group..." The
doctor interrupted Robert.

	"That means nothing, Bob. There are millions of persons with same
blood group, though rare as it is." He paused and added: "As I have told
you, we expect to have all this finished for the next week. Then we'll
start working on your next son's cell, so that in two weeks we may implant
it in Betty's uterus." Betty sighed. At that moment the phone rang and the
MD lifted it.  "Yes, what's the problem? That's impossible, it is a new
machine... never mind, I'll see them tomorrow. Ok, bye." Robert seemed
alarmed.

	"Any problem, Bill?"

	"The radiologist in charge of making the scanner to Jeff says that
the machine has started as if it receives strong interferences but it is a
new one and has cost a fortune." He then thought about the
helicopter. "Bob, has Ricky mentioned you about the helicopter's
incidence?"  The woman and husband stared at each other.

	"No, anything. Was there any problem?" The doctor thought about the
promise that he made to the boys about not to mention it. He tried to avoid
the answer.

	"Oh no! We had some interference during the flight to the
mountains; the pilot said it was normal when flying near the land. This has
reminded me..." At those moments they heard the laughs of the two lads as
they approached. "I'll be on the farm next Saturday evening. We'll talk
about the progress." Happily, the two boys entered as if there was nothing
to consider about them.

	"Dad, shall we return home? Jeff is bragging about giving me
lessons on how to ride a horse!" The father had to make a great effort to
retain his tears back. `Oh God, he looks so healthy and happy...!' He
thought.

	"Well... perhaps he may teach you. He has already surprised us
playing the piano and singing..."

	"Dad, can you tell the pilot to overfly the airport? I know we have
a special authorization when we take our aircraft. I want to show Jeff the
Jumbo. It is a pity we cannot see a Concorde like in New York."

	"Well... I'll tell him. I promise that when Jeff recovers his
memory, we'll take him and his family to Paris, if he wants, of course."
Jeff grinned and sighed. Then he answered.

	"It will be a great pleasure, whenever Ricky is with me; I'm sure
my parents if I have any, will not object to this."

	"I won't object anything that pleases you," Ricky affirmed jabbing
his new friend. "They must be as good as you are, or maybe even more." He
teased his friend. The doctor and the couple exchanged stares. They flew
and even landed where the aircraft was; not far, there was a "Jumbo" liner
getting ready to take off. Some minutes later the large aircraft took off
with a great noise as a thunder. Jeff watched how the large machine
disappeared in the sky; then commented:

	"It is amazing! I wonder how passengers can bear that noise." Ricky
smiled.

	"Inside you hear nothing, only a light noise. We'll talk tonight
about it, but I'm sure you have already flown in it." They boarded the
helicopter and flew back thru a different route so that Jeff could admire
the economic potential of the large city. They landed on the farm and the
helicopter flew back to its base. They had breakfast as the boys devoured
eggs, bacon and sausages; they were really hungry. Ricky's parents could
not believe what was happening; definitely, that boy was not their
depressed and sick son. Were they dreaming? An employee came to tell that
the horses were ready.

	"Do you want me to accompany you?" Robert asked the boys. The lads
grinned slyly; they wanted to be and enjoy by themselves. Ricky then said.

	"Dad, grandpa's mare is older than our ponies, perhaps it is better
that you ride it here."

	"Yes, it is old; but don't forget it is a pure Spanish breed and
probably would win your ponies in a race." Jeff mind received a flash of a
live white horse riding near another one mounted by an Indian boy. He was
to say something when a man appeared dragging from the reins three
horses. Intuitively, Jeff introduced his thumb and forefinger in his mouth
and whistled. The mare reared up neighing as the man lost the reins, and
then the animal ran happily to where Jeff was, the boy caressed the horse's
head as he murmured:

	"How is my old lady? My dear old lady...!" Before anyone could
realise, Jeff jumped on top of the horse and flew to the forest as fast as
the east wind. The man in charge of the horses commented surprised.

	"Certainly, he knows about horses! I think it is not the first time
he has ridden one." This comment produced a grimace on father and son not
understanding what had happened. They mounted and Ricky's father advised
his son.

	"You better follow him but don't go too far; I'll stay around here
making some exercises.  Do you have your cell phone with you?"

	"Yes, dad. I'll phone you in case we might need any help." The boy
pressed his heels against the horse's sides and the animal started a fair
trot to where Jeff had disappeared. He reached the forest and could watch
how the mare, rode by Jeff, was happily trotting back to meet him; however,
Jeff was serious.

	"I'm sorry, Ricky. It was not my intention to run like that, I
think the horse did it on purpose, probably wanted to demonstrate it still
is young enough to run." Both boys grinned and the incident was
forgotten. They allowed the horses to go on their own as Ricky said:

	"When we were returning to the helicopter in the hospital, I
overheard something regarding a problem with the machine while they were
scanning you. Was anything wrong?" Jeff knew the problem but had said
nothing.

	"Do you remember the incident in the helicopter? Well... something
similar, though I didn't say anything. I was naked, except for my
underwear, and nobody asked me about the stone's luminosity. I think it
caused all the interferences; there is not any other explanation."

	"Yes. But there is a lovely justification." Ricky said with a
mischievous smile. "Your beautiful body infatuated all of them; at least,
it would have happened to me." The horses started running with their light
load thru the meadows and little forests. They stopped in a clear and left
the horses free to pasture.

	"How happened that you whistled the horse and it recognized you?
Every day you are surprising even me."

	"You must believe me, Ricky; I did it instinctively. When I was
running I saw myself riding the same horse and accompanied by an Indian
boy, his name is or was Joe. I am so confused... Only I can remember little
pieces of my life, but nothing clear." Then Ricky pushed his friend on his
back and started making ticklish until both were exhausted laughing. For a
moment Jeff looked at the moon, now near confused in the sky; he pointed to
it.

	"It is beautiful during the night, but during the day its beauty
doesn't have any influence on poets."

	"Well... since the man walked on it, poets have not written a
single line about the moon.  In fact, it is a dry, deserted and solitary
object." Jeff opened wide his lovely eyes amazed.

	"Do you mean someone has been in there? I can't believe it!"

	"Where have you... Oh sorry, I forgot you cannot remember almost
anything. Yes, now is thirty years since one US's citizen walked on the
moon's surface. I'll show you the images tonight; there are thousands of
them on the Internet, I collected the best ones and made an album. Three
years later the Russian placed a robot there, too; it rode on the deserted
dry surface during four months, sending thousands of pictures. As you can
see there is nothing poetic on this satellite." Jeff thought for a moment
as Ricky added: "Even the US has sent a robot to Mars with the same
results. Some Scientifics believe there is a lot of frozen water in Mars'
poles." Jeff was thinking about all this information unknown to him.

	"You are very lucky for having studied all these events..." Ricky
interrupted him.

	"The same as you are. As soon as you recover your memory everything
will come to your mind."

	"I don't know... perhaps it has been rubbed out and I have to study
it again." Ricky grinned.

	"I'll be very glad about teaching you. By the way, who taught you
to ride horses? You could be a professional on the horse races."

	"I'm too big for that and I'm only twelve, you must be a man but
weight like a boy." Then Jeff laid his head on his elbow and rubbed Ricky's
smooth face. Ricky stared at him in silence as Jeff approached his face and
kissed him on the lips, a tender and soft kiss. Ricky reacted pushing Jeff
on his back and kissing him hard and wet on the mouth.

	"I love you, Jeff. I wonder how long we'll stay together, but I
have a premonition and I don't like it. We don't know how the future will
be, but I'm sure I won't forget you during the rest of my life." Jeff
thought that they had to live the present and forget about the future
because he deeply knew his life would change soon. He looked into his
friend's blue eyes and then started rubbing his chest, his hand wandered
thru his underwear until it touched Ricky hard cock. Ricky raised his hips,
discarded his trousers and sneakers as Jeff did the same. Soon the boys
were involved in a frenzy sexual activity. As usual, they went into a 69
position engulfing each other dick in his mouths sucking as if there was no
tomorrow. Soon their bodies tensed and a wonderful orgasm hit their young
bodies. They lied down on the soft grass under the nice sun.

	"I don't know either, Ricky; but I would give my life to stay near
you." He then changed the subject. "Don't you receive girls on the farm? I
suppose you have many friends, girls and boys."

	"You may believe it or not but due to my sickness I have been
discarding friends during the last few months." Jeff caressed tenderly his
friend's face and as his hand touched Ricky's lips he kissed the palm. They
hugged gently as Jeff murmured seriously:

	"You won't be sick anymore, Ricky. The stone has cured you..." He
paused for some seconds as he added: "Now I have remembered where it comes
from and who gave me."

	"You... you have remembered...! That's fantastic, Jeff!" Ricky said
with blurred eyes.

	"Yes, but you must promise me you won't comment it with anyone,
amongst other things, because nobody would believe you and would think you
are almost mad." Ricky placed his palms on Jeff's cheeks and attracted his
face; he then kissed him, encouraging the boy to trust him. Jeff referred
the ceremony with the shaman and his friends Joe and Linda. Ricky now was
even more astounded.

	"I believe you, Jeff... but the Indian reservation disappeared a
long time ago, just a couple of years after World War Two started. My
grandpa bought their land but they rejected any payment since they knew his
intentions. With the money, he created a Fund and sponsored all children
and adults so they could study. Most of them graduated and a few went to
College; they became medical doctors, engineers, teachers or skilled
workers. Almost all of them integrated into the Whites' society and are
spread over the States, except one, the old shaman that still lives in his
shed in the Reservation. He went to the University and became an MD; he has
devoted his life to the investigation. He's my grandpa's best friend." The
stone lighted up as Jeff was processing all this new information.

	"Do you know his name, Ricky?"

	"Yes, everybody knows him and he is highly respected and
appreciated. He has the same name as your friend: Joe." Jeff was excited
when he said:

	"It is too late to go to see him now, but please, do not accept any
engagement in anything for next Monday; we'll pay a visit to him. Do you
know where his shed is?"

	"Oh yes, I have been there a few times with grandpa. He's very kind
to me, but never talks aloud, only a few phrases of welcome and goodbye. It
seems as if they talked mentally not needing words."

	"Maybe you are right and they don't need words." The boys
laughed. "Let's come back, I'm hungry and I don't want your parents to
blame me for your absence."

	"I don't think they will." He paused and as the horses walked at
their pace Ricky added: "If you want to know more about Joe's tribe, Lydia
can inform you. Her grandmother was a close friend of Joe; being very
young, she married a white man; they went to live in Canada. The man did
not treat her well; fortunately, he died in a car crash leaving her as a
widow with a baby boy: Lydia's grandfather. She was very brave, even being
in a foreign country and with one little child, she studied until she
became a schoolteacher. I think she died in 1950."

	"How happens that Lydia is here being a Canadian?"

	"Well... I'm not sure; she's very reluctant to talk about her past,
even to me. She always says that her real-life started when she met my
mother in the hospital the day I was born. The only one who knows about her
is my grandpa and he never talked about it. Her daughter and I grew
together and... I must say I love her since I was very little." Ricky said
these words like a pray expressing some nostalgic. "This is the first time
that I'm talking to someone about this."

	"Did you tell her about your feelings, Ricky?" The boy sighed.

	"She is a really beautiful girl, Jeff. She has long brown silky
hair and black large eyes.  The last time we were together I kissed her,
after the kiss and with abundant tears in her eyes, she gave me a hard slap
on the face, and before she started running to the house I told her: "You
may kill me, but you won't stop me loving you!" The next day she left for
her boarding school."

	"Didn't you write to her?"

	"For St. Valentine's I sent her a card, but then I started with the
problem of my sickness and everything seemed to be forgotten.

	"I guess she felt offended by you..."

	"Offended? I loved her with all my heart! How could I offend her?"
The boy said resented.

	"Take it easy, Ricky. You are a rich boy, an heir of a large
fortune, and she is a poor girl sponsored by your grandpa. She has the
right to feel you were going to take advantage of her. I would have done
the same if I was her." Ricky almost shouted upset.

	"But, but... we have grown up and played together, and many times
we kissed and promised each other we will marry in the future..."

	"Those plays were just plays; you probably were immature, now you
spurt semen and she possibly has menstruation. You are not children
anymore, most likely she loves you, but she seems to be a proud, brave and
honest girl. There are not many like her in these days, I guess..." They
were approaching the stables when Ricky's cell phone rang, he pushed an
icon in order Jeff could hear the conversation.

	"Ricky? I'm Marian." Marian paused and the boys could hear a
muffled sob.

	"Hi Marian, I did not expect you calling me."

	"Sorry Ricky; I should not use the money for this, but... but mom
called me a few days ago and she was crying. She didn't tell me anything,
but she won't cry for anyone, except for you or me; I'm alright, so... the
problem lies in you." Ricky then said with a sigh:

	"As usual you are the bright one and have reached the right
conclusion, of course, you are not a common girl and that's why I love you
so much." She then almost shouted.

	"You, you are incorrigible... Oh my God! I'm calling you because I
feel something is seriously wrong with you and then you start talking about
love! You deserve another slap right now, but... please... I expect you
being serious."

	"Marian, do you want to hear the truth from me?"

	"Yes, but..."

	"Here you are. I have been grave of leukaemia and had no hopes to
heal within a short time..." At these words, the boys heard a sob and Ricky
continued. "However, nearly a miracle has happened and at the moment I feel
great and healthy, your mother can confirm it because she has watched it. I
cannot explain it by phone and you are the only person who knows it, apart
of Jeff; he has done it." The boys heard a sigh and the girl saying:

	"Aren't you cheating me? I'm very worried in spite I slapped
you...because..." She did not complete the sentence as the line went
off. Jeff then argued.

	"You have been a bit cruel to the girl. Don't you realise she is
suffering because she appreciates you?" They had entered the stables and
were alone; Ricky hugged his friend.

	"I'm sorry Jeff, but I can't deceive her; she's too smart and later
would have found out the truth. She would not forgive me if I didn't tell
her what is happening. Besides, she loves me, but not in the way I would
like it." They unsaddled the horses, fed the animals and went to their
room. It was time for dinner and they had to shower and change into formal
dresses.

End of Part 2