Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 16:45:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: Matt Doesburg <mailtomatt@ymail.com>
Subject: Toni Chapter 11

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TONI IS A TRANSGENDER LOVE STORY

There may be parts about sex, intercourse, masturbation, paedophilia, BDSM
and the likes but in the end it is a romantic love story.


Toni The Book Chapter 11

There was also a funny incident during these festivities. When we both came
into the inauguration hall there was very big man in the first row. He was
introduced to me as one of the biggest benefactors of the university. His
name was Pierre LaCroix. Since the death of his father Jean he was now the
head of the LaCroix family, which owned half of New Orleans. Walking
towards him I felt Toni stiffen at my side. When I looked at her I saw that
she was holding her breath. She looked directly at Mr. LaCroix with
unbelieving eyes.

When I looked at Mr. LaCroix again, I saw that he noticed the reaction of
Toni. In his eyes I could see a change from mildly interested to absolute
confusion when he seemed to recognize Toni. The handshake between them took
very long. Afterwards he said to me that I was a lucky man to have such a
beautiful woman.  Seeing their reaction, I suddenly knew for sure who
Mr. LaCroix was. This big bald man with no visible body hair, who dwarfed
Toni was the mysterious Mr. Big from the Mansion.

Nothing was said between them during the evening. When we left Toni started
to say that she wanted me to know something. I told her that I knew what
she wanted to say and that it was OK. I asked her whether she wanted to
meet him again. After a pause she told me that she thought she would like
to, but only when I would accompany her. I could not believe that
Mr. LaCroix would want the meeting under such conditions. Still I talked to
John of the Agency and asked him whether they could do something.

John made it all very official and went through his company lawyers. They
contacted the LaCroix lawyers. Their answer upon that first contact was
that Mr. LaCroix did not see a necessity to meet. A day later however John
called again. He told us that there was a meeting organized for the
following day. We would be collected by a limo from the hotel at 10 o'clock
in the morning.

The next morning we headed to the other side of the Mississippi. We drove a
considerable time on the river road in the direction of Baton Rouge. When
we came to a big mansion in a park like environment, we entered through big
gates. We were welcomed at the door by a genuine man servant, who led to
the library where Mr. Big alias Pierre LaCroix was waiting. After greeting
and formal introductions he told us that he wanted to tell us about himself
and his encounters with Toni.

Firstly we found out that he was slightly elder than we were. His youth was
spent very traditionally in a rich family with servants and nannies. He
told us also that he had been a collage football player. He had very much
wanted to continue that career as a player in the big leagues. The family
however had vetoed it. There were also family interests at stake, when he
married the daughter of a wealthy family from Kentucky. He indicated
however that his marriage that had started under less than ideal
conditions, had worked out rather well. He and his wife had two children.

It was during his time as a football player that he got into contact with a
transsexual. It was in Boston where he went to university. She had been a
fabulous looking girl. Although he had known what she was, because she was
a dancer in a scene club, he had fallen for her. They had a stormy affair
that lasted several years. After leaving the university the affair got to a
halt when he returned to New Orleans. Some years later he married.

In New Orleans he had some rather wild friends at the time. They liked to
party in bordellos in and around the city. Only very reluctantly he had
started to participate in these party nights. During these outings that
were frequently in establishments that featured also transsexuals, he had
found again his hunger for she-male sex again. He was little bit afraid of
this behavior because he was so very much in the public eye. Still he gave
in to it several times a year, with or without friends. He continued like
that for years but none of the girls were even close to his Boston affair.

When he had heard about the new she-male couple in the mansion he decided
to take a look. He was mesmerized by Toni. At first, he thought her to be a
wild gothic BDSM girl. The first night with her was like all the others of
the passed years. Still after some time he called the Mansion and told her
he wanted to hire her again. He instructed them to have her dressed in real
female clothes. He also told them to have her as plain as possible, without
the heavy gothic make-up and with a civil hairdo.

When he arrived at the Mansion that night he fell in love with her
instantly. From that moment on he returned almost once a fortnight, because
at last he had found someone that had him forget Boston. He tried to get
nearer to her without saying much about himself, but she stayed a mystery
to him. The only thing that was very clear to him was that she had a deep
felt responsibility for Runa. Whether that was love or just a kind of
motherly care, was unclear to him.

After the destruction of the Mansion he had tried to find her. In the
beginning the security around the case was so tight that it was also
difficult for him to get information. Being in his position, he also had to
be very careful with his investigations.  It took some time for him to
learn that there had been three seriously injured survivors. After he had
found out in what hospital they were brought, he also found out that Toni
was amongst the three. When he did find out that she had had regular
visitors, he had been afraid to visit her from his side. Later he heard
that she was no longer in the hospital and lost track.

At that point Toni and Pierre looked at each other. I saw two people that
had an understanding for each other that made me afraid. He continued by
telling her that he was glad that she had fared well after this horrible
incident. Toni answered that the real story was a little bit different. She
told him in short the story of her life and our love. She finished by
telling about her gender surgery.

After her story there was a long silence. Pierre looked at me, when he said
that he was sorry. I only could tell that he should not be. I told him
about the feelings that had developed during her stay. Towards prostitution
and that she had really loved him. I thanked him for that, because I felt
that Toni would have been lost forever without that last connection to
another, better world.

Before we finished our meeting he asked Toni whether she knew the name of
her attacker. She said that she only heard other people talk about him as
Big Don. She never heard any extension to this name. Pierre seemed to be
satisfied with this morsel of information however and we left it at that.

During the subsequent late lunch he kept repeating that he was so happy
that all had worked out well. He had accused himself many times that he had
not seen it coming. He regretted not to have helped, before that gang war
exploded. When we parted he swept Toni from her feet as he embraced her and
kissed her passionately. For the second time during the visit to New
Orleans I wondered what would have happened when.

On the way back to the Sonesta I asked Toni whether the visit had been
helpful and she confirmed it. She told me that Pierre would get another
special place in her heart right next to Frank, the English boy from Greece
and Marge. Still her place was with me.

After three further days of good food and much liquor, especially in the
form of Dan O'Brien's Hurricanes and enjoying the Big Easy to the hilt, we
flew back to Los Angeles. On the flight back I recuperated everything I
knew now about Toni's stay in my favorite City. I was in a way grateful to
the attackers of the mansion. I hated to think what would have happened if
that gang war had not taken place. Would I ever have seen her back? I also
had asked this question to John during our last meeting. He had told me
that the agency had evaluated almost every week whether there had been a
chance to get her out. They even would have done it against her will. He
also told me that he was sure that they would have found a way, but I had
had my doubts.

About three months after the first surgery the second one was due and we
went again to Carmel. This was basically a beauty surgery and was in no way
as difficult as the first one. She was out of the hospital after 10
days. If I had thought now would be the time for new love with my "new"
wife I was mistaken.

Toni had a plan for the "presentation" of her new me and she wanted to go
to our island again. "We have closed a period of our lives on the island
and now I want to celebrate a new start in the same surroundings" She
said. Although I was not overjoyed with the idea of one week without booze
on a fish diet I agreed. That's how we got to our island for a second time.

After our arrival and after the sea plane had disappeared in the evening
sky she made strip tease for me. When she came to her panties at last, I
was hot as a cat. She stripped her panties down over her hips in a highly
seductive way and I slowly saw her new genitals appear. They were
marvelous. The absence of her dick accentuated her pubes, which curved
inward. I saw a hood which covered her clit, which was still hidden. Only
one pair of long straight lips disappeared between her legs. She was a
virgin again and waiting to be deflowered.

We made love like on the first night on the island about a year before. We
had no time for food or anything; we only had time for us. I really fucked
my wife for the first time after a relationship that lasted more than 20
years. Her pussy was tight like a pussy of a virgin should be. She cried
out for joy and lust that could be heard in Australia. I only had a very
faint idea what this moment must have meant to her.

We rolled in the sand along the sea and were inseparable. My dick seemed to
be sucked in by her new virginal love tunnel. I even felt with each stroke
that I rubbed her clit with the base of my dick. When I came she shuddered
all over her body. I witnessed a multiple orgasm on her side that had her
panting for breath. It left her also almost unconscious when it slowly
ebbed away.

We lay in each other's arms and slept; upon waking up we repeated our love
play. Afterwards we slept again, a deep sleep after exhausting ourselves
for a second time. We only started to think about other things than sex and
love making, when we were already more than 36 hours on the island.

The second stay was shorter than the first. After one week the sea plane
brought back two much tanned persons, who had lost weight again, back to
the nearest international airport. Back in Los Angeles life would continue
with new movies. On the way back she asked me how I liked the new Toni and
I jokingly said that I preferred the old one. She looked surprised and
asked me why. I told her that with the old one I went for more than 48
hours before I had to start collecting food, with the new one that time was
shortened substantially. She answered that I was a lousy, no good and
especially lazy bastard.

The music business seemed to have survived the problems of the late
seventies and early eighties and was heading for new best ever sales
results every year. A big role in their resurrection was the Compact Disc
that was introduced by Philips and Sony. The CD that really came into
production in 1982 started the connection between computer and music. This
development from analog music to digital music would result in the
development of the MP3 format which made fast downloading possible.

Toni started a kind of save house/clinic for young women. One old colleague
from the Mansion who survived the massacre was the first to take part in a
program to get back to normal conditions. I also talked with her and was
surprised again that in today's America it was possible to hold people
basically as slaves.

After her programs had been installed we went for an extended voyage to
Europe. I had seen many European countries especially during our Amsterdam
time but Toni at that time had not traveled much because she did not like
to impersonate as a man for such trips and as I visited Europe during our
US times we were not together. Now traveling had become a lot easier
without constantly showing your passports in a united Europe and secondly
she did not need to impersonate anybody anymore.

We started in Holland of course meeting my parents who were informed about
the happenings of the last years and the Johnsons, Dr Smith and many old
friends in Amsterdam. Especially Ms. Johnsons kept telling Toni that she
had changed after her operation. She told us again about the first
encounters. How a skinny sad boy of sixteen had blossomed when he was
allowed to change over in the other gender. She told her impressions of the
holiday in Greece and the first meetings with me. She also said that every
time she saw Toni again, she had changed. At our wedding she had thought
that Toni had finished her development into womanhood but now she knew that
she had been wrong. Toni hugged her as a mother after that.

From Holland we went south to Brussels and some gorgeous days in
Paris. Toni loved Paris; the shops, the cafés the terraces. She shopped
like a world champion and wore a new outfit every evening.  We went to some
famous restaurants where we added several pounds by dining on gorgeous
French cuisine and drank some of the best wines the country had to
offer. We visited museums and historical buildings; I even got her to visit
many churches as Paris featured many famous pipe organs. We even attended a
concert in the St Sulpice that has a very monumental organ. I of course had
to visit a lot of churches as Paris is city with an unbelievable organ
music culture.

From Paris we went to Barcelona, the longest bar in the world. We walked
the Ramblas end even tried our luck with a Flamenco course in which we
experienced the incredible sensuality of that particular dance. But to all
who want to try; it is also a difficult dance. After Paris one would think
that the food could not be topped, this was a mistake. In Barcelona being
the seat of my old company's Spanish affiliate we had a fabulous guide who
knew the best places for Paella (at the harbor) and other fish Spanish
style. We ate our first famous fish in a salt crust for the first time with
several bottles of Pescador (A Spanish white wine) During our stay found it
that also the red wine from Spain can compete with any place in the world.

Next stop was Italy and it was the first visit to my brother since almost
18 years ago when we stayed with Ele's parents on that fabulous holiday
that we unfortunately never had repeated. Leonard was still living in
Bergamo and had taken over the management of the company of his father in
law. He was very successful as I saw when visiting the company. He and his
wife Ele greeted Toni and me as the long lost couple. We also met their
children of course. A boy of eighteen, Leonardo and a girl of sixteen years
old named after her mother.

The reunion was fabulous, they welcomed us as if we had seen each other
only a week ago; we stayed at their house which they had bought on the
slopes to the old antique old city.  It was the first time I saw Toni with
children, she had of course met Melanie's son but that was before her
surgery and that was a baby. With these grown up children it was different
and she got along with splendidly from the very beginning. Both of them
accompanied us on a tour of their native city during the next day.

On the next day we were invited to stay with Nicola and Maria and when we
came there we were greeted like we were their own children. As soon as we
were seated on the terrace Nicola bombarded us with questions. He had
spoken to my father and was it true that Toni was a transsexual and had she
been involved in a mafia war in New Orleans and was I the big film maker in
Hollywood.

He did not accept anything but the truth so together we told him what had
happened to us since our last meeting but first of all we excused ourselves
to have been out of contact so long and that we would never let that happen
again. After our story I saw Maria looking bewildered at Nicola who turned
himself to me saying with a very serious face: "Son if I would have known
what Toni was the first time we met, I guess I would have reacted
differently. You know: Italian Macho's and so on. But now I can tell you
only that Toni was and is one of the most desirable women I have ever met
and that I still understand very well why you dejected my job offer at that
time".

This said it was all Italian family again when the rest of the family
arrived for a bombastic dinner. Toni was surprised to see the old cook
again that had instructed her into the secrets of the Italian cuisine so
long ago as Nicola had hired him and his staff to do the cooking. That
evening Toni just radiated pure happiness.

The next evening Nicola and Leonard had a special party in mind. With
friends and relatives of the family we went to one of the restaurants that
are located on the hills that surround the city. This particular restaurant
had a huge cellar. In this cellar that was only partly used as a wine
cellar some thirty people were present for a wine sampling. As food there
were plates upon plates of antipasti and pasta, as well cheese, salami and
other Italian goodies.

During our first visit Nicola had introduced us to Italian wine and we knew
of course that the development of the wine culture in Italy had come a long
way, but that night was a revelation. There were 3 sommeliers and wine
without end. That night we were introduced to wines like Gavi di Gavi,
Soave, Avelino and some other white wines. These treats were followed by
red wines like Amaro di Valpolicello, Barolo, Brunello di Montalcino. We
also tasted some heavy wines from the extreme Southern part if Italy and
from Sicily like Salice Salino, Primitovo di Mandurio and Nero
d'Avola. Although these later wines were much cheaper than the famous ones
from Tuscany, I liked then very much.

The evening was special to me as I could observe Toni from a distance. She
was the center of much attention as Nicola in his old tradition introduced
her to every friend present. At other parties I was mostly much more
occupied but here she was the only focus and she loved it. Seeing her I
started to understand her quests for womanhood in the past. Now at 39 she
was a striking beautiful woman and accepted by everyone around her as
such. She radiated happiness like someone who has finally reached her goal.

Delft where I was born is an old city with roots in the medieval centuries
but Bergamo's old city build on several hills is the Middle Ages pure. We
walked the narrow streets as in the first century and visited the old
churches, shopping in antique shops drinking espresso and grappa in antique
Italian type bars and having lunch in a small restaurant overlooking the
"new" city that was built in the 18th century. In the evening we dined on
rabbit and polenta in the Ristorante Del Teatro and were introduced to a
relatively new wine C'a Del Bosco from the Franciacorte region near
Brescia.

The following day we all went to Milan and again. Toni went mad seeing all
the fashion shops and she invited Ele and her daughter to a shopping
orgy. It must have been like a dream for the two women, who themselves were
not poor but they were no match for a Toni gone wild. I for my part found
out that son Leonard was a guitar player. After finding a musical
instruments' shop I bought him a Gibson Les Paul guitar and a Marshall
Amplifier. The objections of his father were washed away by telling him
that if you divided the worth by 18 it was not very expensive. Eighteen
were the number of birthdays Leonardo had not gotten any present from his
uncle.

We stayed a whole week before we continued our discovery tour of Italy. We
had planned to rent a car for our trip to Italy but Leonard had a special
surprise for us. He showed us his big garage at the company in which he had
at least 10 cars and told us that we could choose one. After I admired the
Ferraris, Maseraties, Alfa Romeo's and a Fiat (Leonard's old Dino was also
there) I found the dream car of my youth. The last traditional designed
Corvette Model 1962 and I asked Leonard whether we could have that one. He
grinned saying that he knew it would be the Chevrolet.

He also told us that we now probably understood why he had wanted to make
the reservations of the hotels. We had to promise him to park in garages
and not on the side of the road, Italy was better than in the sixties but
such a car would be an open invitation for theft. Our first stop was Verona
visiting the Romeo and Julia balcony and enjoying Aida in the old arena. In
Venice we stayed 4 days roaming the city with a private gondola cruising in
the canals and staying at a big suite on top of the hotel Monaco and Grand
Canal that is indeed situated directly on the Grand Canal.

From Venice we went to Florence, via Bologna and the infamous mountain
highway, in order to renew our friendship with the city. We stayed at the
Grand Hotel which has a restaurant that is famous for it's Fiorentina.,
Together with a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino this was a culinary
highlight of our round trip.

And there was Rome, the eternal city even more elegant than Milan on the
Via Veneto, we visited the Vatican and many old places and of course we had
to dine in Trastevere on Ossebucco. Our ultimate destination in Italy was
Naples and the Vesuvius and Toni insisted to go to Capri for one day. On
the last night in Italy we were accompanied by young Leonardo who had flown
into Naples to get the car and drive back to Bergamo. We had a dinner in
the Santa Lucia peninsula of fish and Frutti Di Mare and Leonardo proved to
be a true son of his father by choosing the wine: the fabulous Greco Di
Tufo white wine. That evening he confirmed to us what we had already
suspected that he had not inherited the technical talents of his father and
was more interested in my kind of profession. I told him that he could
always contact me if he wanted help in that sector.

Our next visit was to Athens where I met an old fiend from the Amsterdam
time who invited us to fish again but now at the famous harbor promenade in
Piraeus. Part of the visit was to take the ferry to the Isle of Aegina
where Toni relived in part her first holiday as a girl. When we arrived on
the ferry she had tears in her eyes and she was exited all over indicating
the hotel where they stayed and the port from which they had sailed for
their trip in the Mediterranean. We roamed the isle with rented motor
rollers and found a beautiful little bay on the non inhibited side where
there were no onlookers when we made love on a warm sandy beach. After this
warm lovemaking we dined in a small restaurant on the beach where I could
order my favorite Gyros and Retsina wine.

On one of the following days she wanted me to rent a boat and go to a
certain Island she had visited during the sailing trip and coming there she
took me by the hand and led me to a spot near the harbor where she kissed
me passionately. Upon my question she told me that we were standing at
exact spot where she had gotten her first kiss from Frank. Which earned her
a remark from me that Mrs. Doesburg was getting rather sentimental in her
old days.

After short stops in Istanbul where we stayed at the old building of the
beautiful Ciragan Palace Kempinski and Vienna where I had to show her
Grinzing and introduce her to the Heurigers, where we drank so much wine
that we didn't know the next morning how we had come to the hotel. We
finished our voyage of over three months in London.

Getting back to LA had the Vesna III project starting. I had to choose from
several possible scenarios. Wechose the one in which Vesna is kidnapped and
the main theme of the movie is the search for her that mainly takes place
on Earth with lots of musical intermezzos. In the final scenes they reunite
on a stormy beach in the north of Holland. This scene had been on my mind
for ages and that was a brilliant filmed ending of the trilogy and one of
the scenes in the movie that I wanted to be present at. The bigger part of
the movie did not need my presence as the crew members were experts now
after two Vesna chapters.

That is why it was possible for me to start another project at the same
time and that was planned to be released before Vesna III: The Organ. This
movie was again a Six-Pack Productions (as we had named our production
company) production as it again dealt with a non glamorous subject. The
plot was the story of a rock keyboard player who returns to his home town
in Holland after many successes in the USA.

Coming back he falls in love with the daughter of one of the most famous
organists of the country which opens up an abyss of horror for him. He was
seduced and raped by an uncle as a young boy when he was instructed by him
in the art of organ playing. Again it was a music movie and probably even
more difficult than Robert Johnson. A movie though that I had wanted to
make all my life to see how the wider public would react to such a plot.

The movie brought me back to my youth in Holland and in churches. Because
the screenplay was situated in Holland some of the filming had to be done
in that country. Although these sessions were as short as possible it was
great to be back in churches and hear the majestic instruments first
hand. We had some problems finding the organ as the religious community
normally wanted to know the story before giving an OK for the use of the
organ. The plot being what it was, got us some rejections on our first
requests.

During this time Toni celebrated her 40th birthday and although we did not
make a big fuss out of it (No woman celebrates a 40th birthday), There was
little party. Terry and Paula were there but Mel was tied down in New
England. Other guests were close friends such as our family doctor and some
business associates uf both of us.

During the party there was a phone call and because we Mel took the
call. While she was listening I saw tears welling up in her eyes and
rolling down her cheeks. At the end she only could say "We will come" in
Dutch and in a tears muffled voice. I wondered of course what was had
happened fearing the worst. When she saw me standing in the room with a big
question mark on my face, it was as like if the room was empty, that we
were alone and she threw herself in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably for
fifteen minutes. When she was able to speak again she said that it was her
mother who had begged her to come to Holland with her sisters and all the
partners.

As Terry and Paula were in the house but not in the room we collected them
and after having called Holland back we gave Terry the receiver. Terry's
face went through the same changes that Toni's face had gone through. When
she laid down the receiver Terry and Toni embraced each other crying.

So not long after our trip to Europe we were again heading for the old
continent. Our first stop was Amsterdam as the meeting with the Westerloo
parents was still four days away. Terry and Paula both had not been part of
our Amsterdam time and we gave them (and also Eric) the full blast. On the
second night Toni and Melanie with the assistance of Terry and Paula had
Eric and me transformed into Erica and Matty, they started already at two
o'clock in the afternoon and the evening out would become the Westerloo
gang conquering the Dutch capital.

We dined at the canteen; a Chinese near to "De Waag" who had the best
Peking Duck Their beer stocks must have been diminished when we left. All
"Girls" were in a very frivolous flirting mood and do not be mistaken Eric
and I got our share of the interest from the other diners. Afterwards it
was club time meeting many of the old friends and cronies. Toni had taken
care of that by telling the people of her old shop that we would be on the
loose. These encounters were wonderful Toni's friends were mostly gay and
lesbian and they all partied in hilarious moods with their returned and new
found friends. This was the first time that I actually was the center of
the party assisted of course by "Erica".

Paula and Terry were getting from one surprise into the other and at the
close of the evening/night/morning having a last drink at the Krasnapolski
bar they told us over and over again that they would haven given everything
to be part of that time. That night when we made love I scolded my wife for
going to bed with another woman after she had vowed loyality to her nice
husband.

But Delft got nearer. We went there on Thursday. On Friday we all strolled
along the old canals and visited all the places and spots that Toni and I
knew so well. I got my bout of sentimentality when I showed everybody the
house where I was born and the house where I had spent my youth. My parents
had relocated already years before so the people we met in the street were
probably wondering what this group of Americans found interesting about
their street. The next morning we visited the Saturday market which was
still there, surprising the Americans with this typical Dutch way of
shopping.

Saturday afternoon was there before anyone noticing and we got into our
hired van and headed for the Westerloo mansion. I noticed that all
Westerloo girls were highly nervous. Getting to the house that we had
passed several times in the past without entering now had wide open gates
and we drove to the foot of the stairs. When we left the car their parents
raced down to us.  After a moment of confusion they as to who was who, they
both embraced Toni simultaneously. I was standing there with tears in my
eyes. We all had come a long way but for Toni it was the late fulfillment
of a dream. The dream of having a family.

After we had all been hugged, mother Westerloo told her husband to take
care of Eric and me because there was girl talk to do. I was surprised
hearing that kind of language from a woman whom I always had thought to be
the definition of conservatism. Mr. Westerloo took Eric and me to the house
bar and we got the story of this reunion from him.

Since some time already they had had an ever growing desire to see their
children to make their peace with them but always their religious believes
had stood in the way. The first sign that Ms. Westerloo was not at peace
with the situation was our wedding in Delft. She read it in a local
newspaper after the ceremony had taken place. She had told her husband that
she would have liked to go there. When he asked whether she would have
attended she said no. But she had wanted to go to the town hall and the
church just to see her children from a distance. Still at that time they
both were not ready for more. Lately however there was a new reverend in
their community who started to convince them that the old values were not
always the right ones. Especially with Mrs. Westerloo he needed lots of
patience to let her see that also God wanted that she loved all her
children and especially Toni.

Mr. Westerloo continued that the dam broke when she aw an article in the
local newspaper about people from Delft in the USA. He even had a copy of
the paper available and when he showed it to us we saw that the picture
with the article was the one made at the premiere of "Runamara" in New
Orleans on which we were all six together. Mr. Westerloo had seen the story
first and realizing that on that very day it was Toni's 40th birthday he it
to his wife.

He told us that she had broken into a crying spell upon seeing the picture
and after that she got herself together she instantly walked to the
telephone and called Melanie for ours and Terry's number. The rest we knew
and he thanked that we were there.

The rest of the day was indeed marvelous: We dined in the house as one of
the best cooks from Holland had been hired to do the cooking. Everything
was done with love and that was very visible. The three daughters were
elated and during the long dinner they continued their intimate girls talk
without giving us much attention and it was mother Westerloo who surprised
everybody by discussing everything freely. It was great that Paula was
treated as a daughter indeed. I only saw Mr. Westerloo from time to time
with question marks in his eyes when that girl's talk became really
intimate.

That night when we came to the hotel at one thirty we were still so geared
up that we were unable to sleep. We went for a walk together like in the
old days. Two people in love with our arms around each other and we
strolled the old streets of our home town.. On the market place where the
cafes had already closed we sat down on one of the empty terraces and I
looked her in the eyes and asked her whether she was happy.

Before she answered I knew the answer as I realized that tonight no sadness
was visible in her eyes. The naughty happy spark that I knew from our
Amsterdam days had returned. I took her in my arms and kissed her answer
away. Subsequently we waltzed in a kissing embrace over the Delfter market
place. Sleep came only at six thirty as we made a long and leisurely love
play that lasted at least two hours.

During the days that followed it was clear that the daughters had no
intention what so ever to part from their new found family. Eric and I but
also Paula had to get back to the States. We were escorted to the airport
by the entire family and when the time came to enter the restricted area
and after my long kisses of goodbye from Toni her mother took me aside and
kissed me full on my mouth with a real lover's kiss.

Holding me at arms' length she said:

"Matthias I love you and I should have loved you since you came into Toni's
life. You were the one to keep my family together when I only pitied
myself. When you came I had one son and two daughters; now I have four
fabulous daughters and the two best sons in the world. Can you ever forgive
me for making your lives incomplete?"

Before I waved her goodbye for the moment I could only say:

"Mom, you're a child of your time and I am I child of my time. We both have
had difficulties to accept Toni for what she is" as she started to ask
something I continued: "Oh yes I had my problems too and therefore let us
change that and become children of the future".

At that she smiled and the last thing I saw of them was Ms Westerloo
standing together with Toni, hugging her and both were waving at me. I
realized that at times I never had expected to see Toni and her mother
together and both looking completely happy at that.

To be continued.

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