Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 13:31:56 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone 2

			  THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				by Al Peres


				  Part 2
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CHAPTER 7
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As their horses were trotting, Jeff observed that his cousin was not
comfortable riding the horse; with a grin asked him.

	"Was it as you expected, Karl?"

	"Even much better; I couldn't imagine it would be so good. I won't
be able to sit correctly for weeks." They laughed happily. Jeff then said:

	"Tomorrow is our birthday; I would have liked Joe and Linda to be
present, but both have rejected the idea and we must accept it."

	"Yes, you are right. Many of our friends would have objected their
presence and..."

	"Karl, except a few exceptions, most of the boys and girls that are
coming to the feast are not our friends; but the sons and daughters of our
parent's friends; that's the difference. Our feasts are more a business
meeting than a birthday's."

	"Yes. Stupid prejudices...

Talking they arrived at home well after the sun had disappeared behind the
west; It was completely dark. They were tired and after dinner and a good
bath both gladly went to bed. The following morning the children started
working at their granny's orders preparing the house for the feast. The
twins were especially excited knowing what that event meant for the four of
them. They, too, would have liked to have their Indians friends with them,
but they understood the situation and did not mention it to their Granny
and parents.

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

The following day, Sunday, round 11:00 am, Jeff, his parents, and the twins
left the farm for the capitol city where they lived. They had planned to
come back during the last week of June, to start their summer holidays,
though the children would meet the next Monday in the school. For different
reasons the boys were anxious that those weeks passed quickly; then it
would be the moment to talk and pay some visits to the crossroad
cottage. The new Ford sedan started the engine and the trip back home
started. As usual, the twins were engaged playing together on the right
side of the back seat. Leaning against the left back door, Jeff was
engrossed in his thoughts about what had happened during the last days with
Linda and Joe. Now the twins were 11 y/o; Karl 13 y/o, and he 12 y/o. They,
the elder boys, had experimented real intercourse and something like real
love. Jeff did not pay attention to a thick foggy patch near the "Bullhead"
rock as his father commented to his wife that was sat near him:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please Olaf, take it easy and calm down." He went to an old cabinet and
extracted three files of different dates. Please read these files. All
three were young persons, and the three disappeared almost in the same
circumstances as your son. The three came back in different parts of this
county in strange circumstances. I summarise them for you: Case one): About
two years after I joined the police, an eleven y/o shepherded named Trevor
Well disappeared in the same area, not alone but with a flock of fifty
young animals between goats and sheep that he was pasturing; that's what
the shepherds call empty cattle, means the animal are too young to produce
milk yet. His fifteen y/o brother had to provide him with fresh food and
what he needed, every three days. When the lad arrived, there was not trace
neither of the boy nor the cattle. We searched everywhere and could not
find him. The morning of the 8th day, his brother found him and the cattle
half a mile further, in a lovely meadow. When he saw his brother, the
little boy started punching him everywhere, calling him hard names and
accusing him of trying to kill his brother of hanger. You can imagine the
scene. The boy said he had not moved from those meadows; furthermore, he
had to kill a little goat to survive. We could not find any fur or bones of
the goat, but one animal was missing. He insisted he had not moved from the
place and that his brother had tried to kill him. Since he had appeared, we
archived the case. A few days later I paid a visit to his farm for a
different matter; he was playing with a younger brother and I greeted him:

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

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

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

"Like what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir, ok. Thank you."

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

	"Where's that boy today?"

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

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

"What about the third case?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is even sadder and rarer. A teenager boy of fifteen disappeared in
these mountains, his name's Robert Collins. He was that type of bigmouthed
always bragging about everything. For instance, that he climbed the highest
peaks of the state. He was very fond of mountains and made many hikes alone
or with other friends. He had not father and his mother had long time ago
abandoned him, so he lived with his grandmother. As usual we searched the
mountains and everywhere we could; after a week we filed the case. Four
years later we had the first news about him. He was telling to everyone who
wanted to hear him that he went into a foggy valley and when the fog
cleared he had travelled in the future time many years. He appeared in a
narrow alley a foggy night in Dallas ten years ago. He explained that
Dallas was like five times is now, with long avenues and millions cars on
the roads. And what was more important, he had watched how the President
John F. Kennedy was killed just a few days before he appeared in the alley;
however he could not remember the name of the killer." The sheriff paused
and Olaf said:

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

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

"Where is this man now?" Olaf asked.

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

"Did you meet this man?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes Madame." Jeanette then asked:

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

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

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

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

"Will he ever return?"

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

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

CHAPTER 8
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Jeff woke up from his lethargy and instinctively touched the bump on his
head. He looked around not recognizing or remembering anything. What was he
doing there? Who was he? His mind was a whirl and the head ached a lot. He
saw a brook amongst the big pine trees and went to it, kneeled and drank
the crystal water. What to do? Where to go? He was very confused. The sun
was shining in the centre of the sky; thanks to the shadows provided by the
trees he could resist the hot weather. He touched his body and searched
into his pockets looking for something; he found nothing, except a multiuse
knife and a hanky broidered with two initials J.L., nothing else. After
wondering some time, he approached the solitary wide road, but nothing
happened; so he decided to enter into the forest. Suddenly he touched his
chest and found the lace with the quartz stone; he heard or believed to
hear some words telling him to go ahead. He spun to see who was talking but
found nobody; it was his imagination, he thought. He felt abandoned
nowhere, strayed and started to cry. He tried hardly to remember who was he
and where he was, but failed. He couldn't remember anything. He thought
could find some people and ask for help, but where to go? He decided to
follow the sun course; he could see far on the north high peaks still with
light patches of snow. He started walking, though his shoes were not
appropriate for that situation and land.

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

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

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

	"What are they?" Robert asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Near the sunset, Jeff arrived to a tiny valley with a wide stream not very
deep, with abundant fish and reeds everywhere. Instinctively he got naked
and entered into the stream, starting to get reeds and eating the white
tender parts of them, normally submerged; they were delicious and he was
very hungry. Then with the green parts he made a trap and placed it in the
stream to catch some fishes. He prepared some stones and made a circle to
make fire to roast the fish. He had not matches but that was not a problem
for him; with the knife he cut two appropriate pieces of wood to rub and
get fire. He was so engrossed that he did not realise how he knew those
survival techniques. "Someone must have taught me", he thought, "but who
and where?" He was lucky; in the trap he found four large trouts. With some
difficulty he set a fire; cleaned the fish and placed on the ambers. Before
the nightfall he had his dinner finished.

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

The following day early morning, the birds in the meadow and a nightingale
waked him up. He was hungry and repeated the action of the previous
evening; however he thought needed to go ahead looking for some help;
someone must be in those large forests. He touched the bump on his head; it
had improved and the pain was not disturbing to much, but still his head
ached, and the size was considerable. He made a long and strong stick and
pinched the traps; he may need them later. He could survive for many days,
but he was sure that once the summer was over the nights would be cold and
he had not appropriate clothes; he may die if could not find help. He went
thru different type of fields and vegetations; finally he stopped for the
night in a similar place. He observed that the temperature changed during
the night; and he had to make fire to keep his body warm. Now was more
difficult to find streams in spite of being in the same area. He found many
bushes with abundant vegetation, so he collected some wild fruits and
mulberries that were everywhere; he wondered how he knew they were not
poisonous. His shoes were near pieces and some parts of his clothes were
torn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Why have you put on me a girl panty? I would be glad wearing one
of yours." Richard grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You are right. My father is even better than her; he resembles to
my grandfather; he's only heart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"It is ok. I understand and speak it, too." He was surprised
himself as he could speak that language and could not remember who had
taught him. The girl grinned and sighed; none of the visitors that came to
the house behaved as this boy did. Immediately she returned to the kitchen
and commented it; that was the place for gossips, since all the staff was
Mexican. Richard and Lydia watched how Jeff ate in silence, especially how
he managed the fork and knife; there was something in the boy's moves that
was familiar to Richard. He tried to remember who acted the same, but
couldn't in that moment. When they finished, Lydia stood and left. She
could not take from her mind the boy. "Who was this boy?" Her first guess
had been confirmed; he was not a common boy. He went to her room and picked
up her cell phone. As usual, after dinner, she went outside to the garden;
normally she would have dialled her daughter's number, but this time she
called Dr. Lowell. After introducing herself she explained the arrival of
the boy.

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

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

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

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

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

	"Bye Lydia."

CHAPTER 9
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The boys had finished dinner and seemed very happy when Lydia entered.

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

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

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

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

	"Like the radio?" Richard smiled.

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

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

	"They are amongst the largest cities of the world. Millions of
persons live or work there." Jeff pressed his head trying to
remember. "I'll explain you tomorrow or some other day. You must be really
tired, Joe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Why, Ricky?" Richard tried to hold his ideas, but felt he eagerly
wanted to be sincere with this strange new friend.

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

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

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

	"I don't know anything about sickness, and if I knew, I have
forgotten it. In any case Dr. Lowell is coming tomorrow and you can ask
him."

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

	"You are right. Let's live the present. I'm sure that everything
will be alright tomorrow." Jeff pushed his new friend and they started
making ticklish to each other. Tired, they lay on the mattress breathing
hard. Richard then, turning to see Jeff, said: "I like you, Joe; you are
much as my grandpa is. I would have liked to have a few brothers, and not
be an only boy with four sisters."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Would Ricky come with me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Doctor, if you have finished..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If you believe that I am the origin of you feeling better, I'll stay here
near you as long as you want me; even if my parents find me. I promise."
Richard hugged again his new friend; and as their chests contacted the
stone beam intensely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"What's for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"At least I know how to partially pay you." Then Ricky slowly kneeled on
the soft carpet, placed his strong hands on Jeff's smooth butt cheeks and
dragged his crotch to him; Jeff was already hard. In one minute Ricky
engulfed his cock that near gagged him. He started sucking eagerly as if
there was not tomorrow; certainly Ricky had experience on sucking cocks and
being sucked. From time to time Ricky left the wet dick and lapped his
friend ball sack, feeling Jeff's cock near his ear. Jeff couldn't stop
moaning loudly; he then placed his hands on the blond boy's head and began
to help him as he was reaching the sixth cloud and Ricky jerked off
ferociously his dick. Again a flash image came to Jeff's mind and he
shouted:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 11
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No one wanted to break the silence, and after some time of emotions Ricky
came and sat down o his father's lap; Jeff felt a tinge of jealousy because
deeply in heart he missed those caresses from a father. He could not
remember his progenitor, but he was sure his father never behaved like
Ricky's. Then the boy said to his father:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"They are first class and of excellent quality; the shirt from real
silk; whoever bought them knew about children clothing, though old
fashioned. I have seen some old black and white pictures of children in my
family wearing clothes as these ones but..." Robert interrupted his wife.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Ricky, please show me about Internet; perhaps it helps to bring my
memory back." Ricky got sad for a moment as he said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"And how is this information stored and where?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Why people behaved like that? What about the common sense?"

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

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

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

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

	"Yes, we'll watch them later." The boys happily went downstairs,
and ten minutes later they had dinner. Then they remained in the living
room for a while. Jeff fixed his sight on the large piano; it attracted him
as magnet. He opened it and sat on the stool. Ricky's father observed the
movements made by the boy and immediately his father's image came to him
when he was a boy; he used to sit near his father and watched how he played
and sang. Jeff raised the cover and as an automat started playing the entry
of "Ave Maria" from Schubert; his beautiful and educated voice rose filling
the house. Maria and other servants approached to hear it; they could not
believe what they were hearing. When he finished heard:

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

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

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

	"Yes dad, don't worry; we'll behave as good boys." They stood and
walked up to their common room; Ricky had a lot of questions to make to his
friend and did not like his parents to be present. As the boys disappeared
and making sure all the servants were in their premises, Robert hugged and
kissed his wife; then looked into her blue eyes intensely:

	"Betty, and now what...? Did you observe Jeff how he walked to the
piano? How he adjusted the stool? How he moved his hands? And finally how
he sang? He is the living picture of my father when he was his age! I
remember very well when I was a boy during the family parties or birthdays;
he always liked to sing that song, always accompanied by the children as
choir. Almost in all birthday celebrations, our guests asked him to sing;
he had performed solos in the Cathedral when he was part of the school's
choir. You well know he still has a lovely voice, in spite of his age, of
course not as Jeff, but...Oh my God! Who is this boy? Where has he been
before Ricky met him?"

	"I don't know Robert; I am as confused as you are. The truth is
that I have not any idea or theory, only that we must wait. He's apparently
a healthy boy, so he will recover his memory. At least that what the doctor
said."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"It means money, my friend, money!

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 12
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The sound of the helicopter landing in the garden woke the boys up. Ricky
stared at the nightstand digital clock and shook Jeff that was deeply
asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Any problem, Bill?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Certainly he knows about horses! I think it is not the first time
they meet." This comment produced a grimace on father and son not
understanding what had happened. They mounted as Ricky's father said:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"I love you Jeff. I wonder how long we'll stay together, but I have
a premonition and I don't like it. We don't know how the future will be,
but I'm sure I won't forget you during the rest of my life." Jeff thought
that they had to live the present and forget about the future because he
deeply knew his life would change soon. He looked into his friend's blue
eyes and then started rubbing his chest; his hand wondered thru his
underwear until it touched Ricky hard cock. Ricky raised his hips and
discarded his pants and sneakers as Jeff did the same. Soon the boys were
in a frenzy sexual action. As usual they went into a 69 position engulfing
each other dick in his mouths sucking as if there was not tomorrow. Soon
their bodies tensed and a wonderful orgasm hit their young bodies. They
remained lying on the soft grass under the nice sun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Do you know his name, Ricky?"

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

	"It is too late to go to see him, but please, don't engage yourself
in anything for next Monday; we'll pay him a visit. Do you know where his
shed is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Didn't you write her?"

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

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

	"Offended? I loved her! How could I offend her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Yes, but..."

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED