Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:10:10 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone Chapter 5

			THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				By Al Peres

				PART 5
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Chapter 23
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That night was special for the boy and his parents. They went to bed after
leaving Jeff in his hotel; the three knew it would be very difficult to
sleep with all of those new events. Nevertheless, for Jeffrey it was
different. He had never been in America nor had any close family, and now
he found the prospect to know real cousins and the place where his
grandfather lived and grew up. He was sure that his parents, especially his
father, eagerly wanted to go. His father had told him that when he was a
child, his mother had repeated him many times the words from his father,
and now his uncle was inviting him. For the boy it was a great night; he
thought on the large forests mentioned by his grandpa, the horses... but he
felt something strange when he realised had never ridden a horse. "Well,
I'll learn." He repeated for himself. He entered his room and thanked
Mother Nature for having so good parents and grandpa. He felt sorry his
grandmother could not see the place where her husband grew up.

After a few minutes, he was hard asleep, as any boy of his age. His mind
immediately was full of images as once again he watched himself naked and
flying over the seas and forests until he discovered the little white
house. He descended like an angel, dressed in a white silky shirt, but his
dick was harder than ever before.  Again his beautiful girl was waiting for
him; and without any word, she got rid of his shirt and kneeled in front of
him. Before he could become conscious, she took his hairless cock into her
mouth and started to suck his engorged dick. He could not appreciate the
time elapsed, but soon he felt in the most glorious cloud as he reached
that wonderful feeling that had crept from his loins to the tip of his
penis. But that was not all; she continued lapping his body causing
repeatedly that feeling that shook his body. Probably he entered into
another phase of his dreams because when he heard the clock alarm, could
watch the mess caused on the white sheets. He smiled, got up and retrieved
the stained sheets, throwing them into the laundry basket. His mother was
in the kitchen getting ready some coffee.

	"Good morning mom." The boy said kissing the woman. "I'm going to
meet grandpa. I'll take the underground."

	"We must talk, my son. Many things have changed for us only in
hours. You have a family and most likely you are a rich heir. I wonder if
this is for good... In any case, we must face it." The boy kept silence as
he took some money for the underground's fares. He had not thought about
that part. He left, and as he was sat down on the train he recalled what
his mother had said. They had a comfortable life; he was not a capricious
boy though sometimes he would have liked to have a brother or sister to
share his thoughts. His parents were good ones and never negate him any
reasonable thing, but he had missed a family with some history behind, like
most of his friends and now he has found he had it. It was great! Why his
grandmother had been so reluctant to talk about her life near his
grandfather? He knew they deeply loved each other, in spite of the rough
times they lived in. He would like to find a girl to love as they had loved
each other. However, she should be like the girl of his dreams, or the
Indians that his grandpa talked about without any prejudices. What a pity
they had disappeared... Thinking about this he arrived at the station in
the centre of the large city. He adored Paris, though he missed the large
open spaces as when he went camping or hiking with his friends and mates.

Jeff was waiting for his brother's grandchild, he spotted him crossing the
large boulevard and could not but to admire the boy's beauty and the great
resemblance to his brother Peter at his age, the boy's grandfather. He
sighed as Jeffrey entered and kissed good morning him as if he had been
doing this since a long time ago.  Chatting about miscellaneous things they
had breakfast, and then Jeff went upstairs and took his stick.

	"Where shall we go, Parisian?" Jeff asked as the boy grinned.

	"We have time, grandpa. Now let's go for your walk, I like it, too,
especially on Sundays when not many persons are in the parks, later they
will be crowded with children and their nannies and moms."

	"I see we have many things in common. What a pity I did not know
you before! You will like your cousin Ricky."

"How is he?"

       "I don't have any pictures with me. He's more or less like you are,
except that he has a wider chest due to the continuous practice of
swimming; I'm sure he will be a good champion."

       "Like many Americans," Jeffrey said. "In the Olympic Games, they
always win most of the gold medals, especially in swimming." The old man
stopped and fixed his eyes on the boy, placing his hand on the boy's
shoulder.

       "Jeffrey, you are as any American and capable as he is, the success
is a consequence of the hard work, nothing to do with the place of
birth. He loves swimming as you love playing your guitar. I tried to teach
him to play the piano and he was unable to learn a single note." The boy
kept silence during a couple of minutes while they continued walking, then
he asked:

       "Grandpa, how is your place? I mean, where you live. As I have
watched in the movies, I suppose it is a large and extensive one." Jeff
also said nothing immediately because he wanted to be fair with the boy.

       "Jeffrey, every person has his way to see and appreciate things; it
is difficult for me to be objective talking about our country, even
referring only to California. Thanks to our family, we have large untouched
forests where wildlife is kept safe and respected. My grandmother made
great efforts to keep for the posterity this land, no matter what those
mountains and forests contain. Years after she left us, we also added most
of the Indian Territory; and today, that enormous park is considered one of
the best reservations of the wildlife of the US. Not many years ago, the
authorities wanted to change its name by our surname, but we rejected the
idea, so it is called the "Bullhead Rock Mountains" as always had been."

       "Why of that name, grandpa? Obviously, there will not be such
Bullhead Rock." The old man grinned.

       "You are not entirely right. There is a quartz rock seeming a
bullhead with many legends and stories attached to it. Probably Ricky will
tell you. He knows a lot about."

       "Can't you telling me?"

       "I can, but I may not. He has had some experiences that would
surprise you. To start with, he has been seriously ill-affected by
aggressive leukaemia; we feared the worst, however, the last news that I
have is he has fully recovered and..." He was to tell the boy partially the
story, but his mouth went shut.

       "Please, grandpa, tell me how he has recovered."

       "Please son, don't insist on this point and forget what I have told
you; at least don't mention it to anybody, except maybe to Ricky or to some
other person that I can't mention now." The boy did not insist, but
suddenly he asked.

       "How is the farmhouse, grandpa? Has it a barn as my father's
grandparents had in Kent? What kind of cattle do you breed?" Jeff ruffled
the boy's curly brown hair.

       "It is a large house, with a ground floor and two floors on top,
however, when I was your age there were only the ground floor and one on
top. When Uncle Robert started getting children he built it; he was right,
now the rooms are needed when his daughters come with their numerous
family. Still, we keep the old barn; it has been restored and is being used
as a garage. I love cars since I was a teenager. I'm very fond of old
models and have a fair collection of them. About cattle? Since my
grandmother inherited the farm, she started breeding only horses, good
ones. I have one pure Spanish "Cartujano" mare for my service, though we
have many mixes. Do you like horses?"

       "I am afraid I can ride only bikes."

       "Oh don't worry! You will love them. There are good persons of your
age, especially a girl: Marian. She is an excellent amazon, like many of
her Indian ancestors, very intelligent and a brilliant student."

       "Is she a family member?"

       "No. I would like she was. She is an Indian descendant, though now
it is difficult to note she has Indian blood running thru her veins. Her
great-grandmother would have been the shaman of the tribe but she
immigrated to Canada when married. The girl's mother came to have her child
in California, coinciding with your cousin Ricky's mother in the hospital,
since that moment, she started nourishing both children at the same time.
We contracted Lydia, Marian's mother, as the family's Counsellor, so, she
is more than an employee. She is an essential part of the family and loves
Ricky as her child."

       "Is Ricky close to Marian, grandpa?"

       Well... when he was born, I built a small and beautiful white house
with a large terrace near the farm's main house, it has a green tiled rail
as I observed in Mexico. There, both lived together until they started
studying in separated boarding schools." The description of the house-made
Jeffrey near jump as his heart started beating hard into his young
chest. Was it possible that his dreams responded to some reality? He never
thought about it, especially during the last weeks that he dreamed with
that girl. He did not know her name and did not dare to ask the old man to
describe her; however, it was obvious that his grandpa loved the girl. He
felt the need to ask when he could go to California, though it did not
depend on him, but on his parents.

       "I would like to go to America as soon as possible, grandpa. I
keenly want to know my family; I suppose there are many pictures of my
grandfather in the farmhouse."

       "Yes; I have a few at different ages until he left for England. I
keep all of them in a chest in my room. I'll talk to your parents during
our luncheon. I understand they have compromises and obligations here in
Europe and cannot go immediately, but you are free until September that you
will resume school duties." They were sat down under the shade of a large
tree and Jeffrey asked:

       "Grandpa, what's about Uncle Olaf's British family? Have they gone
to the farm?"

       "Yes, many times. We suffered a lot during the childhood of Uncle
Olaf's daughter, due to the intransigence of her stupid grandfather. When
she grew up and married, they went there. Later on, her two children have
come many times. If you go soon, you might meet your British cousins Peter
and Olaf; they are one year older than you are. Also, all my
great-grandchildren will be there."

       "How old are they, grandpa?"

       "They range from 10 to 2 y/o; all of them are blond-haired and have
blue eyes. It is rare to find black or brown hair in the family; only
Ricky, you and I, can presume of that. As you know your father was a blond,
in spite of having a Spanish mother."

       "Yes, grandma was very proud of this fact, especially when they
lived in England." They stopped talking as Jeffrey looked at his watch. "I
think we should start walking back to the hotel, my parents will be there
in one hour." After a while, the boy almost murmured. "It is great,
grandpa! Just two days ago I always complained that I had a short family;
many of my friends have brothers, cousins and uncles, y had nothing. And
now I discover that I have you, an uncle and many cousins. I eager want to
know all of them." Jeff ruffled de boy's hair.

       "Yes, you are right, but we don't hurry, we have time enough to
continue our conversation." Then the boy said looking at his watch.

       "It is a beautiful watch, grandpa. When I start school in September
I must leave it at home; I don't want my friends to believe I am a rich
brat boy." The man grinned and stopped. Then Jeff placed his hand on the
boy's shoulder and seriously said:

       "Jeffrey, you have a name and surname that mean a lot of money; you
certainly are very rich and not necessarily are a brat boy." The boy opened
wide his lovely eyes as Jeff continued. "Yes my boy, near half of our
companies' value will be owned by your father, therefore, with the time,
you will inherit him." That declaration shocked the boy; he knew his
current family was economically well situated, though not to that extent.

       "Grandpa, I don't need anything more than my family, that's all that
I want. Besides, there are a lot of cousins, also descending from your
brother Olaf; even they carry his name..." The man hugged the boy lightly
as he answered.

       "Jeffrey, my son, this is neither the moment nor the place to speak
about this matter, we'll have time.  However, to start with, Uncle Olaf's
blood is in their veins, but Lord Kelp, the boys' great grandfather, closed
any possibility from the moment he did not recognize Uncle Olaf as his
grandchild's father, in spite of all efforts that my father did in this
sense. I don't want to talk about those sad moments when I tried to see the
little girl in England. Fortunately, the child's mother helped some. Years
later, when the girl was about seven, we could start meeting the little
child with her mother's expressed secret consent, and by bribing the
school's Principal.  They are very rich too; and do not need our money, but
they always wanted our love and they have it. In the future, this problem
can be only tackled by you and Ricky, as the legal heirs of all our
fortune."

       "Please grandpa, let's forget about this; I... I think it is
neither..." They starting laughing as Jeff ruffled the boy's curly brown
hair.

That was a great day; the family had lunch together. As they were sat down
in the lounge, it was agreed that Jeffrey would fly to San Francisco in a
week time. Lola and Pierre would try to arrange everything, so they could
travel to know the family during the next August, meantime, they would
exchange pictures and messages thru Ricky and Jeffrey. On Monday Jeff flew
directly from Paris to San Francisco in the Company's private jet.

Chapter 24
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The helicopter landed in front of the main house and Ricky ran to meet his
grandfather; Jeff opened his arms and received his dear grandchild. For
Jeff, seventy years have elapsed; but for the boy only a few days. They
hugged tenderly as Ricky said:

	"I love you, Jeff; I have cured definitively thanks to you." He
could not continue speaking because his parents were approaching. Robert
hugged his father, followed by Betty. Jeff placed his arms around his son
and grandson as many employees approached the old man. Kindly he greeted
one by one, especially the children that he kissed gently. Lydia appeared
when he was in the hall and she hugged the old man; she was crying.

	"Thanks to the Great Spirit, Ricky is cured and still we have the
reserve of..." She did not continue as Jeff interrupted her.

	"Lydia, you are a member of this family, therefore, please, let's
enjoy my return. I feel very well and happy. I can't see Marian here; is
she well?"

	"She's ok, but she told me would see you like the last one, when
everybody is gone."

	"Ok Lydia; I have something for her." Lydia then left the group and
walked up to her little lovely white house. As they sat down in the living
room, Betty went to ask for some coffee, leaving Ricky and his father alone
with the old man. Ricky stared at his grandfather and grinned. Robert then
added:

	"Everything is going smoothly, and as you can see, Ricky is
perfect. Dad, I have a lot of questions to make you, but I'll leave them
for tomorrow or when you have rested, they are not urgent." The old man
grinned as he glanced at the boy.

	"Everything will be alright, son; however, I have the greatest news
that you can imagine, but I won't tell you today. I suppose your sisters
and the children are coming tomorrow; then it will be the moment to tell
you all. Now let's have some dinner, I need to rest." After dinner, Jeff
accompanied by Ricky went to his room, as they entered the boy said:

	"Jeff, I can't see you different from what you were a few weeks
ago. Yes, you are old, but you are the same and... I like it. As you may
understand, since the moments we spent together, it is very difficult for
me to call you grandpa, at least, while nobody is with us. How was your
return to your time?" Jeff grinned as he jabbed his grandson and friend.

	"You must realise that seventy years have elapsed, though I recall
it as if that occurred yesterday." Both smiled knowing that this part of
their lives would be exclusively theirs; he then continued. "I found myself
alone, lying on the pine leaves cushioned floor, I had hurt my knee,
fortunately, at that moment the county's sheriff appeared and he picked me
up. He told me I was not the first person who had gone to the future and
come back; he had investigated three previous cases, advising me never to
tell the truth to anybody."

	"I suppose you have gone thru very difficult times, especially
knowing what was coming next.

	"Very difficult and hard ones, my son; very difficult ones... But
let's forget about all of this. Tomorrow you will start a new life near
another person."

	"Jeff, I'm not interested in girls by now. I like them very much
but after the time dealing with the leukaemia, I am going to devote my life
to study and swimming. My objective is to get a medal in the Olympic Games
in 2002; I'm sure you will help me."

	"You can count on it if the Great Spirit keeps me
here. Nevertheless, females are part of our world and respectful and honest
use of sex can bring a lot of satisfaction for both parties, so keep this
in mind, my son."

	"You are right; I don't mean to become a monk, among other things,
because I like sex very much.  Nevertheless, I meant that I'll pursue my
objective without getting into serious compromises until I had matured
enough, and have a clear idea about what I want to be in the future." Jeff
thought how the leukaemia had affected and changed his grandchild; he was
becoming a little man quickly. He also thought that the boy was feeling in
his inner core the rejection he had received from Marian. It was very hard
to accept the smart girl had started appreciating him more as a brother
than as a lover.

       "Yes Ricky, but don't try to blame others for what you lost. Marian
loves you... but as a brother. You must also take into account that you
took from her what a girl much appreciate, and she never objected you, all
the contrary, she continued loving and caring about you as anyone else
could do. It took me seventy years to digest this assertion, though for you
only two weeks have elapsed."

       "Thanks, Jeff for telling me. I know and appreciate her devotion for
me and I'll pay her back with my brotherly love." Both paused involved in
their so different thoughts; and then the boy asked: "What is it all about
the news for tomorrow?"

       "I thought to comply with my word not telling it to anyone, but you
are not anyone, but so special..." The boy grinned as he hugged the old
man, his grandfather and best friend, Jeff returned the hug. "I can't wait
for tomorrow to tell you my news because I need your cooperation." Ricky
remained in silence; he had not any idea on the subject as Jeff went to his
suitcase and extracted a little parcel. "You were too sick during your
birthday and I did not want to disturb you. This is my present for you,
though this has nothing to do with what I am going to tell you." He paused
and Ricky did not know what to do: either waits his grandfather ended or to
push him on the bed and start making ticklish to him, as they did during
the past weeks. Then he only said:

       "Please, tell me something..." Jeff chuckled.

       "During my stay in Paris, by chance, I have found another Jeffrey
Larsen and his father, Pierre Larsen; a famous French/Spanish
neurosurgeon. They are my brother's Peter grandson and son, respectively."
He explained the circumstances that we already know. The boy had his mouth
agape and a funny expression on his face. He did not say a single word but
hugged his grandfather with all the tenderness he could muster; finally, he
said:

       "You are great Jeff!!! You did a good job, it has been worthwhile
your comma situation in Zurich."  Recovered from his surprise, the boy
dragged the old man to the couch and sat down on his knees, his arms around
the old man neck as he whispered: "I have a real cousin and he is not blond
as the rest of the gang, so he is as we used to be two weeks... or seventy
years ago. Am I right?" Jeff sighed pleased.

       "Yes, you are; tomorrow you must be a good actor expressing your
surprise." The boy grinned.

       "Oh don't worry!" Then Jeff extracted a little piece of paper from
the nightstand's drawer and said:

       "Now take your lovely digital camera and take pictures of everything
that you might think is interesting for them, including you and then mail
the material to this e-mail address. In exchange, you will start receiving
from Jeffrey the same useful information until next Sunday that we'll
receive him personally here. He's a great boy, only a few months younger
than you are." Jeff noted the excitement on his grandchild and smiled.

       "Please Jeff, can we...?" The old man did not know what to do. As
far as he could remember he had not done anything sexual with his
grandchild, except during his stay as a boy, and that was seventy years
ago. But there was not such a consideration in the boy's mind; for him,
nothing had changed during the past two weeks, so he insisted: "Please
Jeff, I'm very hot." Jeff grinned and pushed the boy on the couch. Ricky
immediately dragged his pants down as a lovely five inched dick popped out
jerking with every heartbeat.

       "You must promise me you'll never ask me this again. I'll do it
thinking as when we were together as boys." Ricky dragged his grandfather's
face and kissed him tenderly.

       "I adore you, Jeff." They ended those strange moments of ecstasies
for the boy; then he got dressed and again kissed the old man, in this
instance he whispered into his ears: "You are the best, thanks, grandpa."
He left.

Jeff locked the door, got naked and went under the shower. He did not like
air-conditioned, so when he finished showering, put all the lights off and
drew open the heavy curtain to get fresh natural air that came from the
mountains. He sat on the bed and took a large yellow envelope that he had
extracted from his heavy safe, it contained an album with most of the
pictures made with his parents and brothers; it was his real treasure. Two
tears rolled down his wrinkled cheeks as he reverently touched those
images. He also kept the negative films well wrapped and cared. He would
call the son of his old friend to develop copies for Pierre and his
family. He was immersed in his thoughts and did not notice how the bottom
of the large wardrobe had been slid; his ears were not as good as they used
to be. He raised the head and watched the beautiful familiar adolescent
figure of Marian in front of him. She was only wearing a silky long
nightshirt to her knees. Seventy years had gone but her image was in his
mind as if only one day had passed. He extended his old hands and the
thirteen-years-old girl grasped them emotionally.

	"You are even prettier than I can remember, Marian. I have missed
you very much during these long years. It has been a heavy burden,
especially for the time I watched how you grew up." The girl kissed the old
man cheeks as she received the smell of the same perfume that she knew so
well.

	"Jeff, you are not old for me. Your departure broke my heart into
pieces in spite I knew you had to go, and still, it is bleeding. If it were
not for..."

	"I know what you are going to say, the stone near told me, but we
must be realistic. The future is yours and not mine. This is my future that
probably will last only for a few years more, but I am very happy knowing
that I can comply with my destiny. I still have something that I learnt
later, that doesn't change anything. I'll tell you later."

	"Jeff, please; you are not old for me. You are the same. What does
wrinkled skin mean? Nothing! I have regretted a lot not going back with you
to your time and change the whole world if it would have been necessary..."
The old man dragged the young girl to him and placed his hand on her lips
to prevent she continued speaking. She was crying. She took her hands and
both sat on the large and comfortable leather couch.

	"Listen carefully to me, my beautiful Marian. Things are as they
are and the Great Spirit disposed of.  Yes, we could have changed them, but
we did not. Now we must face reality. I am not your Jeff, another Jeff is
coming to replace me and he might be the one who welds your heart
wounds. Believe me, in spite of what you think your fate is not yet fixed."
He paused and changed the subject. "Now I have three presents for you." The
girl fixed her wide black eyes on the old man's and kissed him gently on
the lips a soft kiss.

	"I don't need any present; your presence is my best gift." She then
bent her head leaning it on Jeff naked shoulder; her light brown hair
cascaded on the man flesh. Jeff softly raised her head and kissed her on
the silky hair. Then Marian added: "Jeff I... I have been unfaithful to our
love, not physically but in my dreams."  Jeff pressed the girl to him as he
kept silence, she then continued. "Since a couple of weeks a boy visits me
every night in my dreams and we make love, a beautiful love, as when we did
together when you were a boy but he is so equal to you that I figured out
he was you. However, my heart tells me he is not you, because he has
continued coming after you departed. What's happening to me, Jeff? Am I
getting insane?" Jeff dragged the nearly naked girl to his chest and again
kissed her on the hair.

	"Marian, I have told you that your destiny is not yet fixed, and
your words make me very, very happy."

	"Why? In such a manner I have betrayed you, but he is so
convincing, so beautiful."

	"I guess you don't know his name."

	"We have no time; when we are at the peak I wake up and everything
is gone. Then I feel very sad and guilty." Jeff stroked her wet cheeks with
the tip of his fingers. She then stared intensely into the man's eyes and
saw something strange and sad, though that was for an instant as the stone
hanging from his wrinkled neck started flickering madly. Jeff smiled
sweetly.

	"Marian, now let's go to the point. I said have three presents for
you, and now I add a plea." Marian with all the tenderness she could gather
kissed the old man nose, as she used to do only days before he went back to
his time.

	"I have told you that the best present for me is that you are
here." Jeff stood and extracted a little squared red box from his leather
suitcase. He opened it and the girl opened wide her beautiful eyes. It was
a necklace made with shining stones. "I can't accept it, Jeff. I am only a
girl and this is for a woman, for an adult beautiful woman." Jeff caressed
again her hair.

	"You are not an adult yet, but you are the most beautiful woman I
have ever known; therefore, you must accept it and wear when you get
married to that boy of your dreams. I'm sure you will find him and your
dreams will come true because you deserve everything."

	"Oh Jeff, why are you so sweet and generous? Why didn't I go with
you?"

	"Because I loved you and I have never loved anyone as I did to an
Indian descendant shaman." The girl could not stop and hugged tenderly the
old man.

	"I'll keep it until I am eighteen as a minimum. I plead the High
Spirit to keep you with us until you can see it on my chest." The old man
grinned slyly.

	"Marian, now it has come the greatest moment in my life and
yours. I have been its carrier for seventy years, but the stone hanging
from my neck is for you." The stone was shining as never before, changing
continuously its colours as Jeff continued. "It is very powerful, it made
me jump into the time to come and know you. You must make good and honest
use of it as all your ancestors did with similar stones." The girl kept
silence, she knew could not reject it as she had pretended with the
necklace.

	"If the Great Spirit has ordered it I'll wear it with pride, as you
did, my Jeff."

	"He did it, "Snowed Eagle". Marian deeply sighed as she heard her
Indian name, till now unknown for her. "Please press the chain's third link
of each side of the stone and the chain will open." She did it and the
stoned dropped in her hand; now it had a green brilliance as an
emerald. Jeff felt as if a heavyweight was lifted from his old shoulders.

	"If you like, you can keep only the stone, though I would like you
to hang it with this gold chain." Again the girl stared at Jeff with
infinite love, kissed him on the lips softly a family kiss; her eyes
blurred and started to weep.

	"Please Jeff, do it yourself, no one has this right but you!" He
did as a storm of images came into the girl mind featuring her as a new
wise and strong person. They hugged softly as Marian said: "I think you
have something in your mind and are eager to tell me. Jeff grinned as he
pressed the young girl against him again.  -
	"No one knows what I am going to reveal you, except Ricky for
obvious reasons; he knows everything about us. I have found in Paris my
brother Peter's family." Marian felt a sting in her stomach
pit. "Unfortunately he had not a large family, only one son. His mother
died last year and he had a boy of your age. A beautiful and smart boy, I
must say; and his name is Jeffrey. He will be here next week. Tomorrow the
family will reunite once Ricky's sisters arrived with their children, and
then I'll tell them all about." The girl did not seem surprised; she was
waiting for something extraordinary to happen. He paused for a large
minute.

	"It is great, grandpa! Ricky was too lonely in spite of having the
red-haired cousins with him. Jeffrey will be as the brother that Ricky
never had." She paused. "By the way, you told me to have something that you
learnt thru the stone. What is it?"

	"No. It wasn't thru the stone; otherwise, you would have already
known it." He paused recalling his thoughts. "Have you recently visited my
brother "Golden Hawk"? That surprised the girl. She showed a grimace on her
beautiful face, as being ashamed.

	"No. The last time was before I went to the boarding school, I
should be ashamed because he always treats me with deference, and always
have something for me. I feel something strange in his presence... as if he
wanted to spread his wings to protect me."

	"It is not strange what you felt; he is... he is your
great-grandfather!" She remained where she was standing as if her bared
feet had been nailed to the floor. Slowly she approached her old lover,
placed her arms around his neck and kissed him softly on his cheek, and
then her head leaned on the old man's shoulder. She was crying. After a
while, as Jeff rubbed her smooth back she said:

	"Why you or he didn't tell me this before? Yes, Ricky and I loved
him..."

	"I knew it seventy years ago, the same day I returned to my
time. You must forgive him since he could not do it; he was cursed by your
great-grandmother: "never to see her or her descendants." Jeff explained to
Marian what Joe told him. "Only you or your mother could forgive him from
his sin, that's why he never went to Canada or your great-grandmother
returned here. I don't think your mother knew anything about this. Part of
his sin included never to get married since he believed he would transmit
his curse to his descendants."

	"Thanks, grandpa for telling me. It has been too hard for him and
has paid a high cost for his mistake, after all, he was only a boy but
Indians traditions are like this. I promise I'll compensate him with our
love until his body is burnt in the sacred pyre if I live to see it."

	"Thanks my daughter for calling me "grandpa" and for your
forgiveness to my brother; that's what I want to be for you, from now on."

	"That's my wish too, grandpa."

They hugged tenderly and the girl started walking to the wardrobe. She then
lighted the lamp a went thru the furniture, though she did not need it, the
stone's brilliance was the best lamp. She descended the steps as a lovely
fresh draught agitated her near light brown hair. She did not turn her
head, she could go on the right to her old room, or to the left where Ricky
was but she went straight until she reached the bush covering the entrance,
not very far from her garden. Her mother was not there as a whirl of
thoughts flooded her mind. She went under the cover trying to sleep and
dream with her handsome boy.

Jeff saw how the girl crossed the wall with great pain, not physical,
filled his spirit; hot tears dribbled along his old skin. He had paid a
high price for jumping in the time to love Marian and to save Ricky; nobody
would ever know how much he has loved that young girl and now, as natural,
he had lost her forever. He would ask the High Spirit to take his life as
soon as possible and let him fly over the forest as the nightingale that he
was.

Chapter 25
---------------

Jeff got up early, took a light breakfast and went to the stables; his
faithful dog barked and the lovely Spanish horse neighed receiving him with
happiness. He was surprised to find the animal saddled and Ricky's horse,
too. Suddenly the young boy appeared thru a corner and hugged his
grandfather from behind.

	"I guessed this would be your first action this morning, grandpa."

	"You guessed right, my boy."

	"May I accompany you? I suppose you have many things to think
about, but you know I like being with you, so if necessary I'll keep my
mouth shut." The man jabbed the happy boy.

	"You always get your goal with me since you were very little;
fortunately, you have never been a whimsical boy." They mounted the horses
and started a slow trotting thru the tall pines. The boy sighed. "Your
sisters and the children will be here before we come back."

	"Yes, I love Christie; she has always been very good to me, as my
second mother, that's perhaps why I love Jimmy so much..." Jeff interrupted
his grandchild.

	"Richard, have you ever been attracted to an adult... a man or a
woman?"

	"Never, grandpa. You were the only one who attracted me hard but
you were a boy like I am; even I must confess now that, in such a manner, I
regretted that you were here when I observed Marian had a crush on you."
The man giggled.

	"That happened seventy years ago, my child. Please forget it. I
think she is neither yours nor mine, and both have been in love with her,
so we are even." The boy laughed loudly. Then he dared to ask his
grandfather.

	"And you grandpa, were you ever attracted to any adult when you
were a boy?" The man kept silence for a moment.

	Well... I think so. I wonder if that was love or what, but surely I
deeply admired him. I wished he had moved forward and touched or hugged me
expressing his affection to me, not necessarily sexual. However, he was too
honest with his strong beliefs and never tried. I know he loved me right
from the day I came back from my jump into another time. His name was
Harris, the County's Sheriff. He was not a common policeman but a
scientific officer. He attended to many congresses in the US and abroad on
criminal matters, and many times San Francisco's and other large towns'
Police departments requesting his help on difficult cases. He was very
critical with laws regarding boys and girls sexual contacts, and never
prosecuted any claim on this subject unless the force had been used against
the free will. This granted him the Indian's respect and friendship, and
later on my friend's Jeremy Docket, District emeriti judge. On the
contrary, he bore the hate of many bigot conservative organizations."

	"He seemed a famous detective, as some times are shown in the
movies."

	He certainly was. Whenever I had time available, especially during
the holidays, I went to his office because I was very interested in
previous cases. He also gave conferences to future officers, though he
never mentioned cases or persons that had disappeared as I did."

	"You mean there had been others that had jumped in the time as you
did?"

	"Yes. There had been three more cases: two boys and one girl. Years
later, when Harris passed away, I found he had appointed me as his
universal heir. Still, the surprise was paramount when his lawyer delivered
me a large parcel containing the four files in which he had intervened and
worked."

	"But that was the Government's property!"

	"You are partially right; however, he did all his investigations in
his free time and with his money, the Government paid the physical search
of the missing persons. He told me no one would ever believe what he had
done, except me; that was why he never talked or wrote anything about his
works and investigations on this subject. He wanted nobody could shadow his
fifty years working as a policeman. He was a great man and a better person;
my grandma admired him, too! Many times, impulsively I hugged him but then
he rubbed my back and sighed; nothing else."

	"Grandpa, can I have a look into those files some time?"

	"You can but you may not, at least until I die or you are old
enough. They are locked in a safe in our bank in San Francisco and you will
inherit them." The boy giggled and changed the subject.

	"Grandpa, I have sent the mail to Jeffrey with some pictures
attached. I have brought with me my digital camera and its tripod, I'll
take some pictures of us and the horses and I'll attach them to my next
mail to him. By the way, how is Aunty Lola?" The man chuckled about the
boy's question.

	"She's a distinguished woman, like your mother, I think they will
hit off. Of course, she's a great technician in art, especially in oil
paintings. She told us many anecdotes regarding the many new rich men and
women who wanted to purchase a good paint, and often they are cheated." The
boy laughed.

	"And Uncle Pierre... how is he?" The man got serious as the image
of his brother Peter came into his old memory. Ricky guessed the cause of
his grandfather's sudden sadness. "Sorry grandpa, I think I touched a
sensible fibre in your mind."

	"Yes, you are right. His name recalled me my brother, but also your
recent sickness, Ricky. He's a great specialist in that field of Medicine,
but some times, as he said, "I feel very sad when a mother comes and deeply
I know we can't help the little boy or girl, though we do our best." He
gave me the name of those terrible tumours."

	"Don't worry, grandpa, I know you cured me and besides we have kept
your marrow just in case, though I am sure I won't need it." They made some
pictures and slowly chatting returned home. As they gave the horses to an
employee, watched how a little blond boy was running to them.

	"Grandpa, Uncle Ricky!!!" The ten-year-old boy jumped into Ricky's
arms as both boys embraced with love, and then he did the same with his
great-grandfather. "I love you both. Do you know Uncle Ricky? I'm going to
sleep in your room; mom had promised me I would do it if I had good school
qualifications!"

	"And you did. Am I right, my little imp?" The blond boy seemed not
to like being called "little imp" as he said.

	"I am ten and I'll be eleven in eight months. Besides, I am the
tallest of my mates."

	"Sorry, my young imp if I have offended you." The boy widely
smiled.

	"Mom and aunties are waiting for you in the library. All the
cousins are settling down, except me, because I'll sleep with you, Uncle
Ricky."

	"That's perfect, my little rascal. I have many things to tell you,
but now I have to go where your moms are waiting for us."

As they approached the front door of the main house, a herd of blond little
boys and girls approached them shouting and kissing Ricky and their
grandpa, all making questions at the same time. They entered the large room
as four young women tenderly kissed them. Ricky's parents were also present
and a sigh from his mother expressed the concerns the couple still had
regarding their son's leukaemia, they could not believe the boy was so
alive. After kissing his granddaughters Jeff sat on one of the leather
couches, immediately Ricky sat near the old man that placed his left arm
around the boy's shoulders. Then Jeff said:

	"You can't imagine how happy I feel with all my children around me,
I hope this lasts for many years."  Ricky's father was to say something but
Jeff stared at him with affection, he knew his father did not need any
compliments. He then continued: "I like to see you all around me. I have
called you because I have family important news." Except for Ricky, the
rest looked at each other with some confusion as they had never attended a
reunion like this. Jeff continued. "During my stay in Paris after Zurich's
episode, I was walking thru a park..." He related all what we already know
regarding Peter's family. When he finished, extracted from an envelope a
few pictures and gave then to his son that passed to his daughters.

	"Dad, this boy is the other image of Ricky, they seem twins!"
Robert nodded with the agreement of his daughters.

	"You are right, Bob; not only that, he's as familiar as my brother
Peter used to be."

	"I would like to see Pierre as soon as possible, father."

	"You also can call him Peter. He has three legal passports:
Spanish, from his mother; the US from his father; and French as he was born
in Paris. The same applies to his son." They continued arguing as Ricky
left; sometime later he returned with a lap-top computer that he placed on
a table in the centre of the room, so everybody could watch the screen.

	"Grandpa, Jeffrey has sent me this morning a pack of pictures that
he had taken on Sunday after your departure." They looked at one another,
and Christie stared at his younger brother, she knew her dear little
brother, as she called him, more than he seemed to know. Robert then asked
his father.

	"Dad, we can go to Paris to know them, if you agree."

	"It is not a bad idea Bob, but Peter is devoted to his patients,
most of them children; and Lola to her gallery and I don't want to force
them. Jeffrey is ready to come because he has finished school, though he
needs some time to prepare himself. I think next Sunday would be a good
date." Then Ricky suggested.

	"Since we are all here together, what's about if we call them right
now, grandpa?" Jeff looked at his grandson with devotion. Jeff stared at
his watch calculating the time and what they must be doing in those
moments. He thought probably they were in their house having dinner after a
hard day of work.

	"It is a good idea, Ricky. Please bring the phone and we'll call
them." The boy placed the phone on the small table in front of all of them
with the loudspeaker on; Jeff dialled the French number. A fresh voice of a
child answered on the other side of the line, as he shouted:

	"Papa, mama, it is grandpa from California!!!"

One hour later still they were talking, taking turns on the phone to ask or
answer family questions. It was agreed, however, that Jeffry would travel
to California the following Sunday; Ricky, his father and grandfather would
pick him up at a private airfield in Paris. Robert would take the chance to
solve some business in Paris.  When they hanged down the receiver, Ricky
was excited before the perspective to know an essential part of his family
that carried his surname. He couldn't believe this. That afternoon he
fantasised of having his cousin with him teaching to ride a horse, to make
long trips on the bike, even to the lake; and if necessary, to tell him
what has happened to him.

That night Marian had the most beautiful dream she ever had so far with
"her boy", to the point that she found herself weeping in the morning,
thinking that "it was only a dream that would never come true." Why was she
so stupid?" She thought. But above all, she was an adolescent and
adolescents have dreams and fantasies. That was what her mother told
her. She would have liked to have a close friend, boy or girl, to tell all
of this. She had her mother, but a mother was not a friend. She had spoiled
the only person to whom she would tell her fantasies, Jeff. Now he was like
a stranger for her and could not confess her thoughts... but why not? For
her, he was the best human being of the World and she badly needed his
help, otherwise, she would return to school and come back only when she
might find a boy or a man like that of her dreams, otherwise, she would
never get married.

After dinner, Ricky entered his room, still thinking about his cousin. Most
of the phone conversations had been between the two boys. He thought his
cousin was even more matured than he was, at least about deductions
regarding what they thought. However, they could not speak freely about the
main problem amongst boys of their age: sex. He had not a close friend as
his grandfather and Uncle Karl used to be, and... he badly needed one. He
had forgotten that he would share his room with his lovely blond nephew
Jimmy; when he heard his sister and the boy approaching his room.

	"Well, here you are your guest, little brother. Take good care of
him and teach him all that older boys have taught you." Ricky loved her
elder sister, she always had been frank to him and like his second mother;
it was not strange that she was so close with their mother; they seemed
real friends of different age. He hugged and kissed her goodnights as she
left.

	"Don't worry, sister; I'll make him the best imp of these forests."
She grinned as close the door. The ten-years-old blond boy discarded all of
his clothes and jumped under Ricky's bed covers, laughing happily. He knew
what was coming next. Ricky put off all lights except the one placed on the
nightstand and got naked as every night of his life, apart from when he was
in the hospital. As soon as he was under the cover Jimmy jumped on top of
him and laid his little body on Ricky's, making full contact with his
adolescent uncle. Their breaths were at unison as Ricky felt his nephew's
little weenie hardening between their bodies. The blond boy's head was
under his chin as Ricky instinctively started caressing the child's silky
hair softly. He heard a purring from the boy as he massaged tenderly his
scalp.

	"Do you know, Uncle Ricky? I like you and what you are doing now. I
feel very happy being with you and my dick gets hard only hearing you,
breathing. I wish I had an elder brother like you to do this all the time;
it is great to be here near you." Ricky even increased his caresses to the
young boy and he kissed him on the head.

	"I love you, too Jimmy; you well know you are my favourite nephew,
yet, your cousin Francis is of your age and a pretty boy, too."

	"Yes he might be, but he isn't an imp as I am and I know you like
rascal boys." Ricky grinned as Jimmy scooted a little bit up and straddle
his uncle, then raising his lovely head kissed Ricky's lips; it was a soft
kiss of genuine affectionate love. The older boy pressed the little boy to
him, cheek to cheek. Apart from the light sexual episodes with the little
boy, Ricky had a special delight talking and caressing his smooth skin.
Instinctively, Jimmy started moving his hips up and down as he rubbed his
little dick against the older boy's belly. After some time, he closed his
blue eyes as that wonderful sensation started creeping from his loins to
the tip of his hard small boy tool. Ricky noticed how his nephew
accelerated his up/down motions until he lost control of himself and
started fucking his uncle's navel. Ricky dragged down the bed covers with
his legs as he became also excited with the younger boy delights. He took
hold of his hard dick and started masturbating furiously. Jimmy squealed in
joy when that fantastic feeling reached the tip of his hot dick. For a few
more seconds he continued his movements up and down until he stopped with a
deep sigh, coinciding with Ricky first spurt of his clear semen that landed
on the younger boy's back. Ricky relaxed and kissed his nephew's hair as he
tried to move the little boy, but Jimmy was hard asleep. Ricky took some
paper tissues and cleaned the boy; he lapped his back until nothing was
left, and then took him on his arms and placed him on his bed. He could
observe that the boy's uncut penis was a little bit red soared. "Next time
I'll tell him to use some lube," he thought. Tenderly he rubbed the boy's
blond hair and smiled as he murmured: "You little imp... but you are right,
I adore you." He went to his bathroom and had a long and relaxing shower.

Marian again had a beautiful night; she couldn't remember her dream, but
she was sure her boy had been with her. She thought had a serious problem
since she was trusting on finding a boy like this one; but was that
possible? She knew this was a pipe dream and she had to try to be
realistic, however, she couldn't do anything with her subconscious that
every night brought her those marvellous moments that got her
exhausted. She decided to talk to Jeff, the only one who could understand
her; but would he be comfortable hearing about her dreams? She dropped her
idea and thought those dreams were a consequence of her adolescence, soon
would stop.

Ricky woke up early and found near him the naked body of Jimmy that was
placidly sleeping. For a few minutes, he watched the cherub boy near him,
he had his hand around his engorged three inches penis, and most likely he
was dreaming something sexual or exciting because from time to time he
gasped. With care, Ricky took out the boy's hand from his tool; replacing
it by his mouth. The little boy seemed to accept gladly the change because
a lovely smirk appeared on his beautiful face. Ricky started sucking him
and could see how the wide smile changed into a serious semblance as he
started breathing hard. After a couple of minutes, Jimmy's ragged breathing
increased and raised his white hips as he was experiencing continue dry
orgasms. Suddenly he opened his large intensely blue eyes and yelled in
pleasure; then extended his arms and dragged his uncle to lie near
him. Their faces were separated by a couple of inches, he did not say
anything but sealed his lips against Ricky's in a real kiss of love and
then closed his eyes and drifted again to sleep.

Ricky grinned as he did not disturb again the little boy. He got up and
went to the bathroom; his penis was not even erected, so he murmured "This
little imp... What my cousin will think about our customs, especially about
my old relationship with Marian? I must recognize that she is the most
amazing and beautiful girl in many miles around. She has changed a lot
since Jeff was gone, and now her beauty has increased since he came back as
an old man rather than a handsome boy." Those were his thoughts when he met
his mother and elder sister chatting as two good friends.

	"How's is Jimmy, little brother?" She chuckled as she made the
question; she knew the sexual contacts between the two boys and the genuine
love that they shared. She thought it would be hard for the little boy if
he was left aside when Jeffrey arrives next week, so she added before Ricky
could answer: "I want to talk to you, Ricky."

	"I'm ready any time, my dear sister. Would you like once we finish
breakfast and before Jimmy comes down? I have promised him and his cousin,
Francis, to teach them how to swim properly, though this will take place
about noon. Also, I need to talk dad regarding our trip to Paris to pick
Jeffrey up."

	"That fine, young man; we can ride two horses and have some
exercise under the pine forests. It is a long time now since I did it with
you, you were eleven then." Sometime later, brother and sister mounted two
horses that trotted not very far from the house; they stopped in a meadow
from where they had a good view, leaving the horses to pasture the fresh
grass. They sat down on an old dry trunk as Ricky said:

	"Sister I am thinking about Jeffrey, grandpa says he has a lot of
resemblances with me, even we could pass for twins. I eagerly want to meet
him..." His sister stared at her younger brother intensely.

	"I suppose he will be a good friend to you. You need someone to
whom you can trust and talk about grown boys relationships. I think
Marian's separation was a blow to you."

	"Yes, it certainly was. I had a crush on her, sister; however,
since..." He was to name Jeff but immediately modified his speech. "The
strange boy appeared, everything changed. I would have liked you were here
all the time and could talk to you." The young woman placed her arm around
her brother's shoulder as she said:

	"Ricky, we all love you, you know this, don't you? However, you are
not being sincere with me. I would like you talked about the myth of that
strange boy and the miraculously healing of your leukaemia. I'm not silly,
little brother, as our sisters are; and I don't believe in miraculous. I
want you to tell me the whole truth." Ricky grinned as he stared into her
sister's blue eyes.

	"Christie, I can't tell you because it is like a miracle and you
don't believe in miracles. The boy has been here for almost five weeks but
he was not an angel; he conquered all our hearts, even Marian's. That's why
she is not with us because she deeply loves you. Grandpa always said that
you are like our ancestor Margarita, except for the hair." Ricky stopped as
he sighed, then he continued: "We should return, I don't want to disappoint
Jimmy." His sister hugged the boy tenderly.

	"Ricky, please don't try to change our conversation. Nobody wants
to talk about that boy, even mom or dad. I have done some enquires and
nobody is ready to talk. Why of that secrecy? I do not have any secret with
you, even I approve your sex relationship with Jimmy because you are great
with him and he loves you..."

	"Please sister, don't insist by now, but..." The boy paused because
he wanted to talk to someone and he thought his cousin Jeffrey maybe would
not be the right person as he had thought. But if he tells his sister..."

	"Christie, if I tell you, would you promise not to tell anybody?
Even to your husband? On the other hand, nobody can have any doubt he has
been here. You are a good friend of Dr Lowell and he examined him, even his
marrow is stored in our hospital for a future operation on me or somebody
else that might need it. Ask him, he may tell you more than I can."

	"I have done it, Ricky, but he is even more reluctant to talk than
any of you about the subject. I have also asked Lydia who is one of my best
friends, and she is not ready to say a single word about it: only that what
matters is that you are cured, and that is enough for her. I suppose Marian
would agree.

	"That's the proof of how much they love you, sister."

	"Ricky, are you suggesting that knowing what has happened would be
dangerous for me? I can't believe it!"

	"Not exactly that, Christie, but... Ok, I'll explain to you, but
for your own sake you must not comment with anybody." Christie was worried
but her curiosity was very strong. After a pause, Ricky explained his
sister all what we already know about this story. She opened wide her blue
eyes as she caressed her brother's hair.

	"It is unbelievable! And of course, anyone to whom I could tell
this would believe that I am raving mad, as it happened with that person
who knew about Kennedy's murder many years before." She paused as she
thought about all the events happened for the past seventy years and the
consequences. "Yes Ricky, you are right. I should not have insisted, though
your story explains many things and the success of our grandfather.  Can
you imagine the burden and suffering knowing what was going to happen and
he could do nothing to prevent it? He's a real hero... Yes, you are right
brother, you haven't told me anything, I'll do what that girl did following
the sheriff's wise advice. I am sorry, Ricky." They hugged tenderly, and a
few minutes later their horses were trotting back to the farmhouse. When
they were entering, Jimmy came down from their room all excited.


	"Uncle Ricky, I think you have received an email with a large file
called "photos". May I see them?"

	"Yes, why not? I suppose it is from our cousin Jeffrey, he lives in
Paris." Jimmy did not know much about that cousin, so he went along with
Ricky to their room. As the computer was on, he opened the mail account and
downloaded the parcel. It contained about fifty pictures of their French
family; some of them had been taken just a few hours ago. It was a great
surprise for both boys as they watched the pictures one by one on the
screen.

	"Uncle Ricky, this cousin has a lot of resemblances to you. Same
hair, though blacker; same eyes and forehead; same nose..." Ricky smirked.

	"Yes. Grandpa said we could pass for twins."

	"If he is your twin, I guess he will like to suck my cock, too."
Ricky jabbed the little rascal boy and then started making ticklish to him,
everybody in the house could hear his laugh and yells. His mother entered
and watched the two boys laughing. She sighed as the happiness of a mother
was reflected on her face. She loved her brother and especially her elder
child. "Mom, see these new pictures from Paris." She sat on the chair close
to the computer as Ricky started showing on the screen all the photos. Like
her son, she was taken aback with the resemblance of the two boys.

	"Certainly, he cannot negate he is from our family. I believe there
were a lot of similarities between grandpa and his brother Peter."

	"When is he coming, Ricky?" The boy asked.

	"I'm not sure, he wants to fly in the "Concorde" from Paris to New
York accompanied by his father, there, grandpa will pick them up, and then
in our jet to San Francisco. Grandpa first idea was to go to Paris himself,
but it is a long trip and besides Uncle Peters wants to know us all, yet he
will stay here only two or three days since the hospital had programmed a
serious operation on a boy of five for the next Monday evening.

Everybody was excited. On Friday afternoon Lola kissed her son and husband
at the terminal in Paris Airport as they proceeded to embark in the fast
airliner "Concord". Due to the great speed, they would arrive in NY in
three and a half hours. When they were flying, Jeffrey commented:

	"I think Ricky is a great boy, dad; he had fought leukaemia and had
worn. In January he was seriously ill and his parents and the family were
very worried because they couldn't find a donor to cure him. What has
happened to him?"

	"I don't know, son; I would need to see his medical historical file
to determine what could have happened. From the information I gathered from
his father, he was very grave, to the point that his life was at serious
risk. Now we have not time to talk about this subject, but when I come with
mama I'll try to find out. In any case, to cure in so short time is
something extraordinary, especially leukaemia, though there are several
types: from very severe to some that can be healed, but never in a short
time."

	"Sure he will tell me about; he seems very frank with the family,
and I want to be a real cousin for him."

	"I know that Jeffrey, I think you will."

Chapter 26
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Thru the loudspeakers, the crew announced their arrival to NY Airport in
fifteen minutes. They prepared the small luggage and some minutes later
they disembarked. Jeffrey grinned when he observed they had arrived a
half-hour before the time they left Paris. As they passed customs with
their US passports, thru the large glass wall they spotted grandpa and a
few other persons. As soon as they went thru the gate, Jeffrey ran and
hugged tenderly Jeff. Ricky felt something in the pit of his stomach, like
some jealousy; he knew had found a strong competitor for the family's love.

	"I promised you I would come soon, so I am here." He turned his
head and immediately recognized Ricky. Without any word, the two boys
hugged tenderly as if they had known each other for many years. While Jeff
was introducing them to Robert, Jeffrey spotted the ten-year-old blond boy;
Jimmy had come with them.  They looked into each other eyes, Jimmy blushed
as he hugged and kissed his cousin on the cheeks.

	"Welcome home Jeffrey, I'm James, but my friends call me Jimmy."
They laughed because have embraced without first being introduced, however,
the little boy dragged his new cousin and introduced him to his
father. Then he did not dare to say anything when Lola hugged him.

	"You are a lovely lad, Jimmy. I guess that many girls are around
you already." The little boy was enchanted with his auntie's
compliments. As most of the family members, Jimmy spoke Spanish, so he
answered her in that language.

	"Thank you, Aunty Lola; you are a beautiful and elegant woman."
That surprised even his grandpa Robert, as he called him to differentiate
from Jeff. Once they collected the luggage, went thru large corridors to
the airport part where the private planes were. A man with a pilot uniform
greeted them and introduced in a small bus to where their jet was. A few
minutes later they were flying to the West. Robert, Jeff, Pierre and Lola
together chatting about the incidences of the flight onboard of the
"Concorde", and Jeffrey, Ricky and Jimmy on the other side engaged in boy's
conversation. Ricky said:

	"We'll take more time to arrive in San Francisco than you did from
Paris to New York."

	"It is normal and funny," Jeffrey said. "I watched how the sun
disappeared and again raised. However, I can't imagine the farm in spite of
the pictures you have mailed me. It seems a large house." Jimmy immediately
intervened:

	"You will appreciate it better from the air when we fly in the
helicopter. Grandpa has prepared a large one because ours is too small to
carry so many persons. You will be able to watch the horses, the old
farmhouse, the barn and the little white house." The last words impacted on
Jeffrey mind and his heart started to beat strongly into his chest as he
recalled his past dreams. Ricky noticed the change on his cousin, though he
ignored the cause.

Several hours later, the group changed from the jet to the helicopter, and
Ricky informed his mom that they would be on the farm within some
minutes. Everybody was excited in the house, Betty and Lydia helped to
prepare everything for the new family. Marian was excited too, she had had
some premonitions, she observed the stone, hanging from her neck, was
blinking with a green brilliance; she decided to remain at home thinking
she would see the new family members later on.

As the helicopter flew approaching the farmhouse, Jeffrey's heart started
to beat even stronger; those lands were not strange to him, he had seen
them before. His young face was reflecting what was into his mind, and
Ricky noticed it.

	"Are you sick, Jeffrey? Shall I provide you with a plastic bag?"
The French boy forced a smile.

	"No, Ricky; I'm alright but... it seems this is not the first time
I see these lands." He then extended his arm and signalled a point on the
horizon. "Is there a little lake and a small white house with a large
balcony?"  Jimmy and Ricky stared at each other shocked with the
revelation; this time they were amazed.

	"Yes. It is an artificial lake which provides water to the farm's
installations." Jimmy curious as a young child can be, said:

	"We have supposed this is your first time coming to California, how
could you know that?" Jeffrey didn't answer the little boy as the
helicopter made an around flying over the horses' installations. A few
minutes later Jeffrey watched the small house approaching as they landed
near it. His face became white. That was his girls' house! He could
describe the balcony and the room where he had made love so many times in
his dreams. How could that be possible? Jeffrey was so involved in his
thoughts that he did not realise the helicopter had landed and Jimmy was
telling him to get down. Many hugs and kisses came from everywhere
introducing them to the large family; all of them blond, except Ricky and
himself. He felt some shame for not being like the rest of his family;
however, he recalled that Grandpa and Ricky were as he was: black-haired.
Ricky dragged him as he saw Lydia approaching with her arms open. The woman
kissed and hugged "her son", as she called him; then Ricky said:

	"Jeffrey, let me introduce you to my second mother: Lydia." Jeffrey
did not know what to do. In France or Spain, he would have kissed the
woman, even if she was a stranger, but here... He did not need to speculate
as Lydia hugged and kissed him as she had done to Jeffrey. Ricky then
asked.

	"Mother Lydia, where is Marian, is she at home?"

	"Yes, she's there; but you know how she is behaving lately. She
will come later when everybody has settled down."

	"Ok mother; she has the right to have her private life. We'll see
her later and I'll introduce her to my cousin. The boys continued their
chat with the rest of the family. After some time, Jeffrey went to his room
to arrange his things. It was placed at the corner of the first floor of
the building, opposite to Ricky and Jimmy's room. However, he felt how
something impelled him to go out to the little house, though he did not
want to appear as he wanted to let down his cousins. He knew his parents
were very busy telling and receiving information from the rest of the
family, especially from Robert. Due to the many young children, dinner was
a little late, if compared with what they did in France, so he had some
time free to inspect by himself the farmhouses.

It was dusk and the sun had disappeared near half an hour
before. Instinctively he went out and started slowly walking up to the
white small house. His heart started to beat strongly into his chest as he
approached the well- cared garden, a low whitewood fence separated from the
path leading to the open fields. In his mind was engraved that garden. He
walked to the back of the house, apparently, it was empty, and then sat
down on a little marble bench. He sighed as reverently kissed the fresh
stone remembering the dream in which his girl and he made love on that
bench. Suddenly a lovely soft-modulate voice came from behind him.

	"Either you like the stone or you loved the person who used to sit
down on it." He stood and spun as he had recognized the voice and watched
the girl of his dreams in front of him. It seemed that she was also
surprised, because after a few seconds they launched into each other arms
in a tender hug, as they had done many times during their dreams. Both, at
the same time, exclaimed:

	"You are, you are!!!"

They disentangled, hands entwined, their lips sealed in a long and
marvellous kiss. Then she dragged him to a bench and again they started
kissing, both were almost weeping with delight. Jeffrey caressed her silky
hair as Marian rubbed the boy back. Jeffrey felt his dick getting hard as
he placed his hand on one of her hard little breasts.

	"I love you, Marian. I have recognized the place, and now I find
you are the girl of my dreams."

	"The same has happened to me. Jeff told me that my boy would come
soon." As he looked surprised, she added: "I know your room is at the far
corner." Jeffrey could not but to hug his girl again. His dick was hard and
she noticed it. "Jeffrey, unlike in our dreams, this is neither the place
nor the time. Waite for me in your room and lock the door and windows,
except the balcony facing the forest." Jeffrey grinned cunningly:

	"Are we going to meet as we did in our dreams?" She grinned slyly.

	"It will be even better than in our dreams." She changed the
subject and asked her boy. "Can you see anything on my neck?"

	"Yes, you have a beautiful stone hanging from it." Jeffrey took in
his palm the magic quartz stone and started feeling a rare sensation, so he
left it. "It is a strange object but I would say it is not of high value;
probably quartz, though it is well worked and shaped." The girl sighed as
she took the boy's hand in hers.

	"You are very lucky Jeffrey; you may believe it or not, but not
everybody can see it." Jeffrey seemed surprised by the girl's words.

	"Why am I lucky? It is just a stone, nothing else." Marian smirked
as she kissed a peck to her boy.

	"You will see it tonight around eleven; it is not a common stone,
but something else." She again hugged Jeffrey and with an enigmatic smile,
she started walking up to the house's back door. Jeffrey then kissed his
palm and blew the kiss to her.

	"I adore you, my beautiful girl!" She smiled with sight and entered
into the house. Happily, the boy abandoned the garden and walked up to the
farmhouse's main door. Someone had watched the last scene, though he could
not hear any word, he was Ricky. He cleaned his cheeks with the back of his
right hand and deeply sighed; then murmured for himself:

	"Why am I so unlucky? Again, another Jeffrey will take my girl out
from me."

After dinner, Jeff showed the family everything he had; referring to Peter
and Olaf, even an old film that was taken when the twins celebrated their
11th birthday and some of the later events. Two pictures showed them with
their respective girlfriends in England. Pierre could not stop the strong
emotions; his eyes blurred watching his parents happily posing on the Tower
Bridge of London, years before he was born. Jeff then showed the picture
where the family with his grandmother appeared sat down in the same place
where they were, he then asked Lola:

	"Lola, since you are well introduced in the world of art, could you
get a good painter to make a large oil-painting from this old picture?
We'll place it here in the main hall."

	Yes, I know the man that you need. You must make a good copy of
this, and next time you go to Europe I'll introduce you to him. Probably,
he will need to make you a few questions, especially regarding colours,
since the photo is in black and white."

	"That's wonderful; I'll try to remember how we were dressed. When
you are ready to come, I'll go with our jet to pick you up, and then I'll
meet that man and answer any question he might make." The adults were
engrossed in their conversation and Jeffrey, arguing he was tired, said
goodnights to everybody. Ricky watched his cousin walking up to his room,
as in his heart he knew the truth. Some minutes later he and Jimmy also
left for their room. As they entered, the rascal little boy said:

	"Ricky, you seem not happy with our cousin, why? He's a great boy
and much like you are. You should be content..." Ricky stared at his nephew
with love and sighed. They closed the door and the older boy took Jimmy and
his arms and placed him on the bed, starting making ticklish to him. After
a couple of minutes, Ricky stopped.

	"Jimmy, have you ever being in love?" The younger boy did not know
the answer; certainly, he had never been in love, except with his uncle, to
whom he adored.

	"I don't know what is to be in love like; I know I love you and am
very happy, especially when you make me feel so good or hugging and rubbing
my back or my scalp."

	"That's not loving, but mostly sex. My problem is that I did not
know how to keep the object of my love, and now I miss it. It is a little
bit complicated and most likely you will understand it within a few years
when you grow up a little more." They undressed and got naked under the
covers, Jimmy had his head on Ricky's chest and was slowly fondling his
dick and balls; suddenly he stopped and straddled Ricky.

	"You... you love Marian! Am I right, uncle?" Ricky stared intensely
at the smart boy as he continued.  "She is a real pretty girl, but you have
fucked her many times when you were little. I won't love a girl that
someone has fucked before I did."

	"Yes you are right in your first assertion, but not in the
second. It is true, I fucked her the last time when I was almost your age,
and we enjoyed it very much but that was only sex as we do together. In
those moments I was not aware how much I loved her until she was in love
with someone else. It is like if you had a wonderful toy and you believed
were fed up of it and threw away, and later you missed it to the point to
ask your mom to buy it again for you. Then your mom goes to purchase it and
is not on sale; then you will miss it and think how stupid you had been
when you threw it away."

Chapter 27
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Jeffrey entered his room; he could not forget the short moments he had
spent with Marian. He asked himself: what had she meant when said he was
very lucky watching the stone hanging from her neck? It was only a piece of
quartz, yet, well worked, as to the point that it seemed a real
diamond. Following her instructions, he locked everything, except the large
balcony facing the forest. It was not very high from the land floor, how
would she enter? He thought. Thinking on her, instinctively he started
getting naked; he felt his dick was very hard confined into his tight
underwear. He got rid of it as his hard boy-tool popped out in all its
glory. Jeffrey put off all the lights as he neared to the balcony. The full
moonlight covered his adolescent body as an Apollo in the Mountain
Olympus. Michael Angelo would have given half of his fortune to sculpt his
figure. Suddenly he heard a light noise on his back and spun quickly to
cover his nakedness, but his mouth was agape watching the beautiful figure
in front of him. Marian had entered thru the wardrobe and her body was
covered by a light yellow gown. She dropped it on the floor, leaving only a
silky light nightdress that showed all her wonderful features.  The boy
could not stop and hugged her very tight as he got rid of her garment. With
some difficulty, Jeffrey took Marian in his arms and tenderly dropped her
on the bed. They did not say anything, but before she could realise the boy
entered her to the hilt as their mouths sealed in an eternal kiss.

Only a few minutes were necessary to wither their passion and reach the
high point of the natural orgasm. This was the first time that the young
teenager had fucked a girl, and it was wonderful!!! Still, breathing hard,
he slid to his right side but leaving his penis into her premises. As they
calmed down, both started to laugh as if a hundred persons had started
making ticklish to them. He then caressed her face with the back of his
hand softly and kissed her forehead.

	"It has been marvellous, Marian. Thank you for this beautiful
present that I will never forget, my little girl." She responded with a
gentle peck as she caressed the boy's smooth face.

	"It has only been the beginning, alike in our dreams, still we have
the night for us, however, before we go ahead, I need to tell you a few
things that for me and our future are very important." Jeffrey watched how
the stone emitted a strong green brilliance, the colour of hope, his
favourite one.

	"Certainly your stone is a strange one; it seems it has an electric
bulb inside that sends different colours on different occasions. Why?"

	"I don't know, Jeffrey. It is a very old object." In spite of the
conversation, the boy did not take his sight out from the lovely girl that
he had in front of him. He then caressed her face and descending to her
white chest, took into his mouth one of her hard nipples. She couldn't
resist the caresses and straddling the boy she scooted down pressing, even
more, her nipple against the sucking mouth. She guided the boy's tool into
her wet vagina and started grinding her body; the movement got Jeffrey
almost mad. He left her nipple and dragged her to him as their mouth sealed
in a passionate kiss. She pushed her tongue pressing the boy's teeth. He
had never done it. Reluctantly he opened his mouth as Marian's tongue went
in exploring the wet cavity. That made the boy changes his mind and began
to enjoy the girl's tongue swirling inside his mouth. He was mad and soon
he pushed up his hips trying to get the maximum of his dick into her
vagina. Marian pushed down at the same time as they became only one body
with two spirits. The wonderful moment arrived as they broke the kiss and
yelled as two wounded animals, though they tried to muffle as much as
possible, fearing someone could hear them.  Fortunately, the rooms were
soundproof and no one could hear anything. Breathing hard the young couple
started recovering; Marian's head on the boy's right shoulder still impaled
on his hard cock. When they recovered, the boy filled the girl's face with
little kisses that she received joyfully, returning them to the boy. After
a few minutes, they disentangled laying their heads facing each other. The
boy caressed the girl soft brown hair as he said:

	"I think we were talking about the stone and..." That recalled her
moments with Jeff as a boy, and with Ricky when they were prepubescent
children. She wanted to tell him everything about her, nothing to hide, the
whole truth about her life. But how explain to him that Jeff had fucked her
when he was a boy just five weeks ago, being eighty-two-year-old now? No,
decidedly, she would keep it secret, though with the time she would explain
it. Then she thought the best way would be leaving the stone to provide the
information to him as it did to her.

	"Yes, Jeffrey." She caressed the boy's smooth face with the back of
her hand as he had done to her just minutes ago; the boy retained the
girl's hand when it was on his lips, and kissed it softly.

	"I never thought this would be so good, in spite of my dreams, the
reality is much, much better."  Marian grinned slyly.

	"Yes, you are right... Now I want to tell you something, but I
prefer the stone does it. I'm sure you will be more convinced, my lovely
boy." Jeffrey smiled showing his white teeth.

	"I wonder how a stone can speak. We always say "you are as dead as
a stone", so..." The girls scooted down rubbing her body against Jeffrey's
genitals. She then gripped the boy's hand and wrapped the quartz stone. The
boy seemed a little bit disappointed since he thought she would place it on
her lovely tits.  Before he could realise, she slurped the boy's dick and
started sucking it up and down. Jeffrey moaned in pleasure as he strongly
felt the need to close his eyes. As the pleasure overwhelmed him, a lot of
living images started coming into his mind. He watched a bombing in a
strange town and how men and women dragged their children to an underground
shelter, death people hit by bombing explosions. Then the live images
change and watched how a man kissed on the lips a quick peck to a young
girl, probably of about ten or eleven, he could perfectly watch that the
girl and the man were crying while they hugged. In the background, he saw a
warship, most likely a frigate or a destroyer, and many children were
boarding the boat; almost all were with tears in the eyes. Marian felt how
Jeffrey cock started to get flaccid into her wet mouth, she knew the stone
was transmitting him images that he had never expected to watch.

The boy was impressed with the images as he heard the advice from the man
to the young girl. A woman separated them as she said: "Lola Sierra? I'm
sorry but we must board the ship; she can't wait anymore and have to embark
all of you." The girl did not answer; the woman grabbed softly her hand and
led her into the ship. More images began entering his mind like in a quick
movie. The girl waving her hand to the man as her tears dribbled abundantly
down her cheeks as she said: "Goodbye papa. I will always love you." The
man cleaned his eyes: "Goodbye my daughter, I'll love you very much."
Marian could watch a couple of tears rolling down on the smooth boy's
cheeks, though he was with his eyes closed. She lapped them and Jeffrey did
not move but wrapped even tighter his fist around the stone. The sad images
continued coming into his mind: he watched how a military officer shot his
submachine gun against five young defenceless men as he shouted something
in German. The sequence changed to some amusing moments of a very young
blond boy and a girl trying to make love in the mid of hay bales in a
barn. Marian noticed how Jeffrey's penis got hard again and she started to
suck him. As the pleasure peaked, Jeffrey opened the eyes, raised his hips
and spurted a little load of semen into the girl's mouth. She then scooted
up and sealed her lips with the boy. He freed the stone and the images
stopped.

	"How was it, Jeffrey?" She asked tenderly as the boy cleaned his
cheeks.

	"It has been terrible!" He said. "I have watched what my
grandmother and my father never have seen." He paused. "I can't believe it;
it is too sad and too great...! I have watched how my grand..." Marian
placed her hand on the boy's mouth and stopped his words.

	"No Jeffrey!" Never tell anybody what you have seen, even to
me. They are part of yourself and will die with you. That's the problem of
this stone, you cannot share your secret with anyone, and otherwise, you
could become insane as nobody would believe you. This shows the greatness
of Jeff's heart. Most likely he watched the same images as you have done,
but before they took place, therefore he had lived twice some of the events
and couldn't do anything to stop or prevent them." Jeffrey opened wide his
large black eyes in disbelief.

	"Do you mean he has carried this burden during his whole life?"

	"Exactly, since he was twelve y/o. Only three living persons know
it: Ricky, you and I, and nobody else should know what happened to him. He
has paid a high cost for holding this stone for seventy years, until he
transferred it to me, just a few days ago." The boy caressed the girl's
face and kissed her a peck on the lips.  She then continued: "Fortunately
the stone chooses the person to whom to reveal its secrets. As far as I
know, it only discloses past events, except to Jeff. The Great Spirit chose
him many years ago." She then paused. "I must leave; you and I need to
rest. I have also known something regarding my own family and I must tell
it to my mother and amend a mistake; sorry I can't share it with you, at
least, until my mother decides what we shall do." Jeffrey retained her for
a moment.

	"I want to know everything about this family, and especially about
you. I am ready to answer you about anything that you want to know about
me..." He grinned. "Though I suppose, we will have time during the rest of
our lives together to exchange confidences until we pass away."

	"You must be a good boy from now on; still, we have many things to
talk about. First, I must teach you how to ride a horse, you cannot be
named "Larsen" and don't know anything about horses."

	"Don't forget I am also named "Sierra", according to the Spanish
Law..."

	"That even forces you more to learn about horse riding. We'll wait
until your parents return to France, then we'll start. I'm sure you will
love this country like my mother and I do. California is great and needs
persons like you and Ricky." She then stood, took her gown and dressed, as
a wide smile filled her pretty face. "I'll see you tomorrow, my boy."
Before he could react, Marian went thru the wardrobe and disappeared in the
darkness of the corridor.

Jeffrey was stark naked and did not want to shower; he preferred to keep
her perfume on his body. He lay on his back staring at the moonlight that
covered the large pines and oak trees as a milk layer. To his mind came all
the images he had watched thru the magic stone. He reeled back; the girl
was his grandmother and the boy in the barn was his father. He had told him
about this first sexual experience when he was five and lived in
England. But what had impacted more to him was the moment when his
grandfather was assassinated by that SS officer. He had seen the stone
quarry where the group of men had been shot, it was not far from the place
where they are buried. He wished he could speak with his father regarding
this point, but he knew this would be a bad idea; as Marian had said:
"nobody would believe you", even worst, someone could think he was insane.
He thought this would be his great secret for the rest of his life.

Marian entered their bedroom and met his mother that was undressing; she
stared at her daughter inquisitively, she never asked her where she had
been; that's was part of the freedom they shared.

	"It is lovely outside mom. It seems the angels have poured milk
over the trees..." Her mother interrupted her with a sly green.

	"Yes; and you have drunk a lot of it." They laughed loudly with the
sentence's double meaning.

	"Maybe," Marian answered. They cuddled as usual and Marian asked:
"Mom, are you busy tomorrow morning?"

	No. I have things to do but they can wait. Why?" The girl kept
silence thinking on how to tell her about Joe being her great-grandfather
and the curse that lay on him. Bravely she explained what Jeff had
explained her. Lydia did not say anything for a couple of minutes, and then
Marian continued. "In any case, he's the only close real family that we
have here... I think he deserves our love and we release him from the
punishment; it has been long enough." Lydia pressed softly her daughter's
body to her.

	"I have guessed it since you were little. Whenever he met me, his
first words were to ask about you.  He always hugged me tenderly being
careful not to get me to think he had some other intentions. Why he didn't
tell me that before? He was just a boy! We could have formed a family...!

	"Still isn't too late, mom. I think Jeff would be very happy if we
clarify these misunderstandings; Joe is his blood brother and your
grandpa." Lydia then stood and went to old furniture, from a drawer
extracted an old wooden little chest and opened it with a small key. Marian
had seen the chest; however, she respected her mother's will and never
tried to open it. Lydia took some photos that showed to the girl. She then
asked her.

	"This is your great-grandmother. Do you recognize the boy standing
near her?" Marian watched carefully the black and white old picture.

	"Well... it seems he is "Golden Hawk" but that's impossible." Then
Lydia took another picture of the same boy, he was about 12 y/o; she then
compared with one where she could see Jeff and Joe together happily
standing in the Indian reservation with their arms on their shoulders. Then
girl grinned. "Always the inseparable pals. Evidently, the boy is not
"Golden Hawk", therefore, by the resemblances, he must be... his son; your
father. But..."

	"Yes, clever girl, you are right, my daughter. I'll tell Robert
we'll stay a couple of days out." The following morning they drove to the
former tribe place; there, they parked the off-road vehicle in front of a
modern small house. It was a marvellous place in the top of a soft hill; it
faced the small river surrounded by tall pine and fir trees. The house
front door was closed, though it had a little open window. Lydia pushed the
bell button and a clear man voice responded.

	"Who is it? Lydia thought for a moment and answered in Indian
language:

	"It is us, grandpa; your grandchildren." Joe heard the woman's
voice as a strange current went thru his body paralysing his legs; he was
measuring an old bone that fell on the floor. He left it and went to the
door; as he opened it Lydia stared at him and could observe how the man's
eyes were blurred and fighting the tears rolled down his wrinkled
cheeks. He extended open his strong arms and Lydia and Marian went into
them. In silence, they hugged tenderly kissing the woman and the girl on
their head. He placed his arms around each hip and dragged them to the
living room, sitting on a large leather couch. After a couple of minutes,
Joe said:

	"Thanks, daughters for coming to see this old trunk." They cuddled
in his arms as he started caressing the girl and woman, explaining what
they already knew. "Too late I found that I deeply loved your grandmother,
so it was not hard to accept her curse on me. Jeff and I spent many years
together during our studies and the war; we never talked about this
subject, except when he returned from his trip to the realm of the
spirits. He suggested me to fetch your grandma, but she was married and
could not interfere in her life; our laws banned me."

	"But Grandpa, you were only a boy! Why at least you didn't tell
me." Lydia said. Joe sadly stared at Marian and watched how the magic
quartz stone was blinking. He added: "The Spirit living in connexion with
that stone prohibited me; you should break the curse. I assumed your
grandfather had told you..." Lydia interrupted the old man words.

	"No grandpa. I am sure he did not know anything; the secret was
well guarded by grandma in her heart. Most likely, she had the plan to tell
me, but she passed away after a quick sickness and the secret died with
her." Marian then said:

	"Grandpa, let forget what we could or could not do. Now we are
together and no one will separate us."  For the first time, Joe smiled as
he hugged the young girl.

	"You are right, my little shaman." He then changed the subject:
"Are you hungry? I hunted two fat rabbits and must be delicious. We'll have
time to talk over everything. I have plenty of rooms here, so you can spend
here as much time as you want." With those words, he put an end to the
curse, and they started a new life together.

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

After two short intense days of stay, Jeffry's parents left for Paris. It
was not the time to prepare plans for the future, but he felt their lives
would drastically change and Marian had a lot to do with it. On Tuesday he
started learning how to ride horses under Ricky and Marian
supervision. Soon he was able to go trotting on a tame horse, however, his
haunches pained at the end of the day, but he was a disciplined boy and was
determined to learn to ride horses as he had learned to ride a girl.

He noticed how Ricky was infatuated with little Jimmy and thought this was
good for him since he knew his cousin also loved Marian. Of course, Jimmy
was a beautiful little cherub. He never had any relationship with other
boys out of the normal jerk off rings with his school mates, but Jimmy was
a beautiful boy and seemed had some experience on sex, he thought that for
a try, though this probably would upset Ricky, therefore if he did it would
be seeking Ricky's approval.

No one knew he was already well known in Paris as a young musician; even he
had performed a guitar solo with the European Juvenile Orchestra in a
concert deemed to collect money for African poor children. He had a great
success and many professional people thought he would have a good future in
this field; he was only eleven when he played. Now he had improved, but he
wanted to end his studies before deciding what he would do in the
future. His parents would be glad he started as a medical surgeon, as his
father was, however, he was sure they would not push him in a way or
another. He had not told anyone about his thoughts, even to Marian or his
parents, deeply in his heart, he wanted to be a good guitar player, as his
Spanish idols were. However, he also could not take out of his young mind
to become a good MD as his father was; especially from those moments he
watched the tears of a mother and grandmother thanking his father for
healing their little girl; that was something he could not forget. He
thought it would be a good idea to talk to Marian; he loved her so... so
deeply...

For Jeffry's happiness, some days later he was ready to ride horses;
nevertheless, he knew he was not as Ricky or Marian. To celebrate his
success, Ricky suggested spending a day on a ride to the lake. Immediately
Jimmy applauded the idea and asked whether he could accompany them.

	"I'll ask grandpa for my pony, I'm sure he will say yes." Jimmy had
conquered Jeffry's heart and the boy seemed to feel the same about the
French boy. Jeffry ruffled the boy's near-white blond-hair, as he said:

	"I don't have any objection Jim, but you need your mom's approval."
Ricky stared to the little boy with tender love and sighed.

	"I don't mind, too, Jimmy; but Jeffry is right, your mom had a lot
to say, and you know she does not like you accompanying us."

	"Why not? She has my other brothers with her, and my father is not
here..."

	Ok, Jimmy. I'll talk your mom this afternoon," Ricky said. The
little boy stared at his uncle and lover with a sly smile, he was sure he
would go to the lake. On Monday early morning the three boys and the girl
started the riding trip to the lake, also the dog was with them. No one
looked as happy as Jimmy; he had been there two years ago, but he always
was under the watch of the adults and could not do what he most liked: to
stay naked. He did not wait to arrive at the lake, after a few miles
riding, he started getting in the nude; Ricky watched him with an inquiring
stare.

	"I feel hot all over, even my dick is hot." The boys and the girl
laughed loudly as he added: "Besides, there is not any person here, except
us, the snakes and bears." He placed his clothes in the saddle's bag and
hurried up his pony. Jeffry watched the little boy's dick that immediately
got erected, he envied him. Marian was giggling because she knew the elder
boys wanted to do the same, only her presence prevented them to get naked,
too. However, she loved those bodies that had no secret for her, so with a
cunning smile said:

	"I think both of you are envying Jimmy..." Jeffry grinned and
before she could realise, he was naked as his five inches dick started to
grow hard. Ricky followed his cousin and the four laughed, nevertheless,
Marian remained dressed but she subtly peeked on her boy's dick as she
sighed. Jimmy was very happy and proud because he had initiated that
adventure and the older boys followed him, though he did not expect the
consequences that followed.

Immediately he developed a hard-on being watched by the others. He would
have preferred that his penis remained soft and enjoying the ride, but
seemed his dick had a private life. Every moment that the horse moved, his
tender haunches were pulled back-forward on the saddle, dragging his whole
package and the foreskin up- down. After some time, he felt an increasing
tingly sensation thru his body, starting from his balls. The little boy
closed his eyes as the pleasure flooded him. In a few minutes, he knew he
could not stop that lovely feeling.  Marian was the first to notice Jimmy's
silence as she was riding near him, then she called the boys' attention and
both grinned. Jeffry thought to tell him something but Marian motioned not
to disturb Jimmy's approaching climax. After a few minutes, they noticed
how Jimmy's face contorted and his legs got rigid, he stopped breathing as
his young dick jerked and his whole body convulsed. He bent over the horse
neck as he moaned loudly. He woke up hearing Ricky's words.

	"Was it good, Jimmy? Ricky said smiling and rubbing the boy's blond
hair. He seemed to come back from a sweet dream. He grinned and sighed.

	"Yes, it has been fantastic." He bent again on the horse's neck and
kissed the animal. "Thanks, little Jake, you are great. I think I'll give
you an extra feed tonight as a gift." Boys and girl laughed loudly.

They joked gleefully for the automatic masturbation caused by the horse
movements, as they arrived at the lake. As usual, it was a lonely place
that invited to swim and enjoy the life provided by Mother Nature. As
children that they were, they ran thru the forest climbing to the
trees. Suddenly Ricky ran to the water edge and jumped into it, starting to
swim to the other side of the lake, demonstrating his new recovered
strength. Jeffry followed him as Jimmy was transfixed watching the French
boy's long dick as it dangled when the boy ran.  Marian was also watching
her boy though she was not naked, but had her bikini on and could see how
the little boy instinctively rubbed his hard cock. She then wrapped her
arms around the young boy from behind as she whispered:

	"He is wonderful Jimmy, and I'm mad about him.

	"Yes, you are right; he has conquered all our hearts. Mom says she
never expected he would be so handsome and intelligent. Grandpa also is mad
about him." Instinctively the little boy started stroking his hard cock; he
felt the need to suck that uncut cock. He had never sucked anyone, though
Ricky had done him many times, he rejected the idea of paying him
back. Then he said: "He has a lovely dick." Marian chuckled.

	"Yes, he has..." She paused as they sat at the water edge dipping
their feet in the water as Marian took off her bikini, so both were stark
naked; Jimmy could not take off his eyes from the girls' tits. "Do you know
something, Jimmy? he is a great musician, especially playing the guitar, he
did not say anything to me, but his mom told it to my mother. When he was
eleven performed with the Juvenile European Orchestra as a concert boy in
Paris and received much applause. That's probably coming from his mom who
is Spanish." Jimmy was astonished by Marian explanation, though his sight
was on the beautiful girl's body, especially her breasts.

	"Is it possible? I have started attending guitar classes in San
Francisco. I'll ask him to teach me; I'm very keen on it but I haven't
brought my guitar with me. Do you think he could help me?"

	"I'm sure he will but please, don't tell him I told you all about,
if he has not disclosed this, maybe he doesn't like everybody knows about
it." With the conversation, Jimmy had forgotten his sexual needs and now
his mind was on the guitar. "By the way, I think grandpa has an old guitar
kept safely in his room, he doesn't want anyone to touch it, but Jeffry may
convince him."

	"I'll see to that tonight when we return." They stopped chatting as
the elder boys shouted from the middle of the lake, inviting them to
swim. The girl signalled she did not want and Jimmy either, so Ricky and
Jeffry continued their swimming with powerful strokes, of course, Ricky did
as if he made no effort at all.

They were now lying on the towels on the soft grass; after a few minutes in
silence, Marian observed how Jimmy could not take his eyes from her
breasts, she then chuckled thinking about what was in the boy's young mind,
his near four inches penis was very hard though he tried to conceal his
erection. Marian thought about helping him while the older boys were
swimming.

	"Jim, I think your little brother is asking for some help." The boy
deeply blushed since he had been discovered.

	"Well... yes..." His blue eyes sparkled with lust. "You have very
nice tits, Marian; I have never seen anything so beautiful." He sighed
bending his blond head. Marian then took the boy's hand and placed it on
her left hard nipple.

	"Please be tender, they are delicate and very sensible." The boy
reacted with a sigh as he felt under his palm the soft velvety skin. He
thought the nice feeling would come back like in the horse as he was
rubbing his dick with his other hand; then Marian kissed the little boy on
his forehead. "Do you like it?" Jimmy stared at her and found love and
tenderness in her eyes. The boy's touches were doing some effects on the
girl as she felt the humidity in her privates. She caressed tenderly the
ten-year-old boy's face.

	"Marian... it is so lovely... I, I, think the nice feeling is
coming to my dickhead," The boy said stammering.

	"In that case, let's enjoy being more comfortable. They stood and
Marian took her large towel and laid it under the shadow of a pine tree on
the soft layer of pine leaves. She dragged Jimmy near her as she caressed
his soft face with the back of her hand. The little boy could not believe
in his luck, he was lying near a hot girl with her lovers far away on the
other side of the lake.

	"Wouldn't Jeffry say anything?" She kissed the little boy a peck as
she grinned."

	"He wouldn't. Besides, he is not my husband... yet. Probably in the
future, I won't be able to do anything like this, whenever he does the
same. You know very well I'm an Indian and this is part of what they could
do without prejudice." The boy smiled and sighed. "Do you know you are a
beautiful boy, Jimmy? I'm sure soon the girls will cue to get your
favours." The boy grinned with her compliments.

	"Are you confident on that, Marian? Currently, they don't care much
about me in the school, except for a few stares at me. I like one of them,
a lovely black haired girl. She has beautiful white skin and curly long
hair to her shoulders when she carries it loose; her name's Brenda." Marian
caressed Jimmy's lank hair kissing a peck on the lips.

	"Now let's start our lessons, I think your little brother is
impatient." Jim looked at his dick that was jerking with every heartbeat,
his pink head poking thru the foreskin.

	"Yes, certainly he is very impatient." Both laughed and the boy
extended his little hand and started kneading softly Marian's left breast,
she squirmed with the touch. Then she dragged the boy on top of her as she
laid her back on the towel, their faces one inch separated, she felt the
boy's hard tool pushing against her navel. Marian then said:

	"Now I'm going to teach you how to kiss a girl." She gripped the
boy's head to her and their lips glued as Marian darted her tongue into the
little boy's mouth. He resisted the invader, but after some seconds he
opened his teeth as a new unknown sensation ripped thru the boy's young
body that started breathing hard thru his nose. Marian felt how the little
boy instinctively began to thrust his pelvis and pushing his penis against
her navel, she knew the little boy would reach his climax very soon. Some
minutes later Jimmy's body tensed, he left the kiss and groaned loudly as a
spasm went thru his whole body. Marian noticed the boy's tool pushing
against her navel very hard; then he collapsed on her chest breathing
heavily. Marian caressed Jimmy tenderly as if he was her son, suddenly the
stone shone with great intensity and she wrapped it before Jim could see
it.  She smiled satisfied with the news she received. In seconds, the stone
brilliance died down until getting what it was: a quartz stone. Jimmy
raised his blond head and kissed a peck on Marian chest.

	"Thanks, Marian, it has been marvellous, I will never forget this
moment." The girl again ruffled the boy's hair.

	"We haven't finished yet; we have plenty of time to have some more
fun, if you want it, of course." The boy raised his body until he was sat
down on Marian's tummy; he extended his little hand and with care touched
her nipples. Marian wriggled at the touch and could see the little boy's
dick was getting hard again. She grinned pointing out to it.

	"My little brother again wants some fun." Marian then said smiling:

	"Now you are going to get rid of your cherry." The boy did not know
what she meant and questioned her with a perplexed stare.

	"What cherry? I don't have any, so I wonder how I can get rid of
something that I don't have." Marian laughed before the boy's
innocence. Staring into the boy's beautiful blue eyes, she said:

	"Do you know the meaning of the word intercourse?"

	"I am afraid that I don't. It is the first time I hear it.

	"And what's about fuck?" The boy grinned slyly.

	"Yes, it is when a man put his thing into a woman's privates to
make a baby."

	"Exactly! Well, the first time a male make that it said he loses
his cherry, probably it refers to the dick's head." Saying this, Jimmy
dragged down his dick's foreskin, appearing the beautiful pink head. "This
is your cherry." The little boy gasped at the girl's touch and giggled.

	"Does this apply to the girls? They don't have a cherry."

	"You are right; but we have something inside, like a seal, that the
first time must be torn by the boy's dick, and then it said the girl loses
her virginity." Jimmy understood as Marian stared at the other side of the
lake, the older boys had just jumped to return. She then dragged Jimmy's
hand. "Now you have to lie on my tummy and start sucking my teats, I'll
help you in your fucking." The boy openly grinned and his dick jerked in
anticipation. He then quickly straddled Marian and laid his chest on her
tummy; immediately took one her nipples into his wet mouth. A wave of lust
started in both as Marian guided the boy's little penis into her vagina.
Jimmy squirmed as he felt his dick entirely embedded in her warm slippery
vagina. He was excited as he said:

	"It fills great, Marian!" Instinctively the boy started fucking the
girl like a rabbit while Marian caressed his blond hair. After a few
minutes, both were approaching their climaxes. Marian wanted the boy could
never forget his first time, so when she noted the imminent orgasms were
approaching, she patted the boy's ass.

	"Please Jimmy, stop for a moment!" He did and stared confused to
the girl. Still, breathing hard he asked.

	"Why, Marian? The nice feeling was just there, and..." The
experienced girl grinned and kissed the little boy's forehead.

	"I know it, that's why I stopped you. Now the feeling will be more
than double when it comes. You must learn this technique when you fuck some
other girl." The little boy smirked and kissed the girl on the lips;
sometime later he started again thrusting his penis into Marian's
pussy. After a few minutes, Jimmy and Marian were moaning in pleasure as
the boy closed his eyes. In his mind, he was scaling a lovely rainbow as
colours came even more intensive as he reached the top. All the sudden, the
rainbow exploded in a myriad of colours and stars spreading around him. His
little body wriggled, tensed and stopped breathing for a few seconds as the
most wonderful feeling he had ever experienced crawled thru his young body,
then he yelled loudly.

Marian noted the boy was reaching his extraordinary orgasm and had dragged
her to marvellous extasies; she pushed the boy little ass to her groins
trying to get the maximum penetration of his almost four inches thin dick.
Still panting, she came back to reality and patted the boy's ass, but he
was deeply asleep, so she closed her black eyes and accompanied the boy in
his joyful slumbering. Sometime later, the older boys arrived near
exhausted of their long swim and found the tender scene: Jimmy still on top
of Marian that was hugging him.  Jeffry instead of feeling jealousy or
upset, he kissed both, laid his back near them and drifted to sleep, too.
Ricky imitated his cousin, though with some envy.

After an hour of siesta, Marian and Jimmy woke up and found the boys near
them; in this instance, she kissed both as Jimmy started making ticklish to
the older boys. They reciprocated, and in a few minutes, they were running
and splashing water one another. After a good lunch, they decided to come
back home, all of them in the nude, except Marian that wore her panties;
not far from the house they got dressed.

Chapter 28
---------------

During the riding back home, Jeffry had thought about deciding his future,
from time to time he stared at the near-naked girl riding at his side. "She
is so beautiful and adorable!" He thought. That night he was just getting
ready to go under the bed covers when the secret door opened and Marian
appeared in all her glory. It was a surprise because after the hard day
riding the horses, all seemed tired. Jeffry dropped his gown and dragged
her to the bed with visible lust since his boyhood started to get hard as
soon as he saw her.

	"Thanks for coming, because I have something that might concern
you." She guessed what he was going to ask her, but she was not sure.

	"We have all night until tomorrow's dawn. My mother has gone to the
village to spend the night in our apartment with somebody, so we don't
hurry." Their mouths sealed and after making out tender love they lay on
their sides facing each other. Marian liked those bliss moments as she
caressed her boy's black curly hair.  "What is that bout me?" Jeffry
touched her face cheeks joyful with the back of his long fingers.

	"Marian, today has been a long and delightful day that I'll never
forget. You are very important to me. I have concluded that we must be
together for the rest of our lives. With you, I can achieve anything;
without you, I am nothing..." She kissed a peck to her young lover.

	"I know what you mean because I am in the same dilemma, but I am
forced to be here, therefore, if you leave I don't know what I shall do. I
planned to end my secondary schooling and then go to College in Berkeley. I
want to be a good paediatrician to care about children. I have not any
problem with the money since Grandpa has provided a fund as a scholarship
for me, but constrained to the US; so it would be discarded, let us say, in
France. Now you have changed all my projects." Jeffry again kissed gently
the girl as they snuggled together.

	"You have a clear idea about what you want to be, but that isn't my
case. I would like to follow my father's steps, but sometimes is the music
which attracts me, as you can see they are too different subjects. On the
other hand, to be a good surgeon in neurology is a great thing but also is
great to hear the applause after finishing a concert..." Marian pressed her
lover's hand.

	"I'm sure you have enough capacity to be good at any subject you
choose. Why don't you take both? I am sure you can be a good MD and also a
good musician; in fact, you already are..."

	I think you are right, however, I must decide which will be the
first. In this instance, I have not any doubt. I'll follow my father's
steps. He says there is nothing to compare with the satisfaction that you
receive when you have a successful operation on a child. Just some days
before we came, he watched the reverse side of the coin: a boy of five
passed away after being operated from an "Astrocytoma". It is a type of
brain cancer. It had been detected only four months before, but they could
do nothing to heal the little boy; fortunately, the child did not suffer at
all."

	"That's a sad story; I can't imagine the boy's parents and his
family."

	"I knew them, all the family was very affected, since, apparently
the boy was a healthy one just until five months before, and then he
started suffering light persistent headaches. The hospital explorations
determined he had an eight centimetres frontal tumour. They relieved the
boy from the headaches, but three months later the aggressiveness of the
tumour ended with the boy's life. I asked my parents permission to go to
the funeral; I shouldn't have gone. The mother recognized us and she hugged
me and my father, pouring a river of tears on us.

	"Certainly, you did something that you will never find in the US,
in spite of we always are saying we love children." Marian changed the
subject trying to make her boy forget those sad moments. "By the way, do
you know that Grandpa has an old guitar? He inherited it from his mother
many years ago; he never played it though he can play the piano very well."

	"I didn't know it, he has not told me anything." Abruptly, she took
the boy's hand and dragged him to the secret door. "Come on, I'll show
you!" She wore the silky night-dress and Jeffrey the white gown; she took
his hand and descended to the secret tunnel. In the middle of the
passageway, they found some steps that led to Grandpa's room, fortunately,
he was away and she knew it. She focussed the flashlight to a corner and
showed the object hanging from the wall duly wrapped to keep it from
dust. He did not dare to touch it, but his curiosity was stronger than his
reluctance. He unfolded the guitar, and with respect touched the cords.

	"It is like a new one; it looks like it had been restored because
nothing is missing; it shines like a diamond. I would like to check it at
the daylight. It is a very old instrument. My fingers eagerly want to play
it."  Marian stopped him by holding the guitar, placing it where it was
before.

	"We better return; Jeff loves you and would be very disappointed if
you did it." Jeffry sighed as they returned to their bedroom. They woke up
by the sound of the helicopter landing in the garden. "It seems Jeff has
come back," Marian said. "I must go." She kissed her boy and left. As she
had guessed, Jeff had returned and was having breakfast; she was surprised
watching her boy sat down near him eating in silence.

	"You look happy, Jeffry," Jeff said staring at the boy and the girl
with a sly grin. He knew very well the cause of their happiness. He cleaned
his lips with the white serviette.

	"Jeffry, I have something for you to make."

	"I'll do anything you want, Grandpa, whenever I can do it."

	"Yes, you can. I am sure Marian will gladly help you." As the boys
did not ask anything, he continued.  "I'm thinking to make something
special to welcome your parents; yet, we don't have much time left."

	"What do you have in your mind, Grandpa?"

	"We'll prepare a family concert; only for us and performed by
us. We have the instruments, the performers, and the choir." The boy and
girl were to argue, but he stopped them. Your mom will organize it, helped
by Marian, choosing the program and providing the related scores. Ricky has
a beautiful voice, he can perform the solos. Jimmy, Francis and the rest of
the children will form the choir. You will play classical guitar and I'll
play the piano. If we put our hearts on, it will be an unforgettable
evening." Jeffry could not be happier as he hugged his Grandpa.

	"There is a little problem; we must harry up buying a guitar and
start the rehearsals; fortunately it is only for us..." Jeff guessed that
his brother's grandson had seen the guitar, but he did as he did not know
it.

	"Now, please come with me, Jeffry. Marian, you must start now
talking to my granddaughters and the children. Tell Christie what we have
agreed; she's a genuine organizer as my Abuela was. Marian remained in the
hall as the rest of the family started coming for breakfast. She was amazed
about the results, everybody wanted to help and participate, even Robert;
though unfortunately, he was a negation on music.

The old man and Jeffry entered his room; he then took the guitar and
unfolded it. Jeffry had seen it the night before, but then he could not
appreciate the instrument. Reverently, the boy examined it before starting
to play, staring into the box as he watched the yellow label stick inside
on the bottom, it read: "Manuel Lopez; Seville 1905" The boy opened wide
his large eyes in amazement.

	"Grandpa, she is a Manuela!!!" As Jeff grinned the boy added: "In
guitar, this is as a Stradivarius in violins; only a few persons have one
like this. Paco de Lucia played one in Granada. My father explained to me
about the man who made them in Seville." He then hugged his grandpa as he
said: "Sit down Grandpa; I'll play only for you." The boy sat down on a
chair and started playing "Anonymous", the same music that he did in his
home in Paris. As the windows were open, the music spread over the large
house, and even the children stopped playing. When he finished his
performance felt Jimmy's arms around his neck, he knew the boy was very
keen about guitar and was already studying it in his school. Later on, he
knew who would inherit that wonderful instrument.

The rehearsals started the following morning; as Jeff was engrossed in his
scores, he heard someone knocking on the door. Jimmy opened and found his
cousin Terry; she was holding in her hands a box containing a small
violin. She blushed as she was the subject of all's stares. She bashfully
murmured:

	"Grandpa, may I help, too?" Jeff immediately rose from his seat and
placed his arms around the eleven-year-old girl; she still was red. Jeff
knew that Terry was a real promise with the violin and was considered a
prodigy child in Baltimore. He grinned and kissed the girl blond curly hair
reassuring her.

	"You are very welcome, Terry. We know how great you are with the
violin, however, this is a volunteer participation team, I wondered if you
liked it or not." Jimmy liked his cousin, though she was almost a year
older than he was, then he kissed her a peck on her white cheek as she
blushed again. The old man then added: "Terry, we have many scores over
there; please choose the one that you like best if there is nothing we'll
buy the one that you may need.

	"I don't need to search, grandpa; I have brought it with me "The
night concert" from Mozart..." As soon as the girl took the violin on her
hands, all her shyness disappeared and Jeff and her cousins applauded
warmly her performance.

	"This is the best applause I ever received because I adore you
all."

The rehearsals continued during July, and no one told Jeffry parents what
was waiting for them until they were sat down in the large hall as special
guests. Except for the little ones that were already in bed, all the
children were sat on the thick carpet expecting the artists to start their
performances. It was fantastic to watch so many young blond heads. That was
the comments amongst the adults, though there were also black-haired, but
not children, as Marian, her mother Lydia, Lola, Joe and Jeffrey. The
concert was a great success and all the children enjoyed it. The applauses
were for all, but Terry got the love from all her cousins; however, her
little shy heart, beat stronger when her cousin Ricky kissed her cheeks as
their eyes met; she felt in the seventh cloud when the boy said: "Will you
teach me how to play the violin, Terry?"

EPILOGUE

Five years have elapsed from the above happy moments. Marian had gone to
Europe accompanying Jeffrey and she remained a few years in the same school
than the boy, until she ended her secondary schooling with excellent
qualifications. She made good friends within the boarders that still she
keeps. As they had promised, Jeffrey and Marian returned to the US and
married, just before both entered into College in the University of
Berkeley to study Medicine.

Ricky had made his dreams to come true; in the Olympic Games of 2004, he
formed part of the US Team. In those moments before jumping into the
swimming pool, due to the time difference from Europe, Marian and Jeffrey
had just finished making love and were naked sat against the bed headboard
watching the crucial moment for Ricky. At the gun-shot, all swimmers jumped
into the water; after a few minutes, they could see Ricky would get the
gold medal as he did, followed by a Danish boy and his British cousin Olaf,
who got bronze in the representation of Great Britain. Jeffrey with tears
of emotion in his eyes shouted:

	"Great for Ricky and Olaf!!! I knew he would succeed." In spite of
the time, most of the family was watching the event and everybody yelled as
Ricky touched the swimming pool's edge. Not far from their room, Jeff that
now was 88 years old wiped his blurred eyes with emotion. Some minutes
later, everybody watched with how the three winners walked to the podium
for the medal delivery, they heard once more the USA national anthem as the
flag, with stars and stripes, was raised at the top of the mast. Once the
medals were hanging from the winner's neck, the TV camera approached
focusing Ricky, and the newsman asked:

	"Mr Larsen, you did a good swim with a clear difference with your
competitors, do you want to say anything?"

	"Yes. They are very good, too." He then took the medal in his hand
as the camera framed him and he continued: "I owe this medal to you Jeff;
surely you, the rest of the family and Terry, are watching these images.
Thanks once more for saving my life." The reporter behind the camera asked:

	"Is this Jeff your doctor?" We have known that you had been
seriously ill five years ago."

	"No. He is more than that. He is the greatest Grandpa of the World
and the holder of the Magic Quartz Stone." The man wanted to make more
questions regarding the latter, but Ricky kindly argued that his colleagues
had the right for their time to speak.

Needless to say that the house was a feast, even more, when Ricky got
another collective medal swimming in reliefs. Some days later, when he came
back home, received congratulations from all persons in the large house,
especially from his Grandpa, mother, and nephews; his father had been in
Europe with him. In a corner, he found Terry, his sixteen-year-old
niece. She took his hand and dragged him to a concealed place that they
knew very well and kissed with love.

Jeff passed away two years later on July 1st, strangely in the same day
than Joe "Golden Hawk", his blood brother. In each other's Will had been
stated they wanted to be incinerated in Indian style together in the meadow
near the "Bull Head" rock and their hashes spread over the forests from the
helicopter. Many people arrived at the ceremony, especially Indians and
Mexicans. It took place on July 4th, and when the flames held their bodies,
a blue blaze raised to the clear sky disappearing within the above
Universe. Marian that was watching the burning pyre, hand in hand with her
husband Jeffrey, said:

	"There will never be a new Magic Quartz Stone. The Spirit is gone
with them.

THE END.