Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 13:24:26 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Magic Quartz Stone 4

			  THE MAGIC QUARTZ STONE
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				by Al Peres


				  Part 4
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CHAPTER 18
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	"How was it being together in town, boys?"

	"It has been lovely, dad. We have lunch at Marcelo's and he invited
us. It seems he is grandpa's old friend; however he had a good relation
with Uncle Olaf. He received us in his office and chatted with us. He
wished all the best to grandpa."

	"Ok, let's go up; the helicopter is waiting for us." The elevator
took them to where Dr Lowell was, and after saying goodbye they boarded the
helicopter and flew back home. For Jeff was a real spectacle the amount of
vehicles leaving the city to their respective homes; especially the large
extension that the urban zone had expanded if compared with the town of his
time. They arrived home and unpleasant news was waiting for them,
especially for Ricky. His mom said to them:

	"Grandma has suffered a heart attack just a few minutes ago, and
has been taken to the hospital.  Her friend has called me from the
emergency room. As soon as she has any other news she will call us. I have
booked for three persons for tomorrow morning flight to Miami."

	"You did well Betty. If it is not so grave I'll stay here, because
I have some important business to solve. I would suggest Lydia to accompany
you; besides efficient, your mother loves her and gladly will accept her
caresses better than any from a nurse. Ricky you must accompany them; you
know very well how much your grandma loves you."

	"Yes dad, I like your decision; she always supported me; especially
when the leukaemia was detected; she abandoned her retirement to come to
the hospital to cheer me up. I'll get ready my luggage tonight." Then
addressing to Jeff he added: "Sorry Jeff I can't be with you during a few
days."

	"It is alright." Jeff answered. "I'll manage. There are many things
that I can do and think about." Since they had to prepare their luggage,
they had dinner early. Lydia and Marian came to have dinner with them.
Ricky introduced the girl to Jeff, and as they kissed politely on the
cheeks, Marian felt as fire on the boy's lips. She knew in that moment this
boy would play an important role in her life, though she ignored which it
was. During the whole dinner she could not take her eyes off from that
strange boy. After dinner everybody said goodnights and went to their
rooms. Once in there Ricky said:

	"Jeff, I have a little present for you." He extracted a pocket book
from one of his desk's drawers that was not wrapped. "This is a new recent
edition of the book I gave you; it will help you during these days. It has
been updated and printed only a month ago."

	"Sure you know what I like more." Ricky grinned.

	"Marian will accompany you, if you like to walk; like her mom, she
is very fond of sport, and good person to talk to. Besides, it seems you
are not indifferent to her; I observed she did not stop watching you during
dinner." Jeff chuckled as he stared to Ricky.

	"She is your girl, not mine and..." Ricky stopped him, saying:

	"As far as I know, she is the girl of nobody. She is intelligent,
good student, independent, pretty and has a wonderful figure. To be honest
Jeff, I would like she were my girl, but unfortunately she is not; in spite
we have had a special relationship since we were babies."

	"Ok, don't put yourself melodramatic; I suppose you have many
friends like her." Ricky grinned with sarcasm.

	"She is an exceptional girl, Jeff. I am sure she would have made
anything to save me from my leukaemia... No, I don't have any friend girl
or boy that can be compared with her; perhaps it is because I love her and
I see things from a prejudiced perspective. I think am not being
objective." Jeff felt that Ricky was entering into a ground that could hurt
him and he did not want his friend to be hurt; so he changed the subject.

	"I see that current president is Mr. Clinton. How is he?"

	"Well, I feel democrat, like the rest of the family. For me, he is
a good president; he has corrected many mad economical decisions taken in
the past by the republicans. His waterloo is that he likes too much young
women, and that is not pardoned by this hypocrite society." Jeff grinned,
understanding.

	"Let's sleep, Ricky. You must get up early and it is already late."
It has been an exciting and tiring day for the boys, so they drifted to
sleep.

In the little house also Lydia and Marian went to bed. In spite it was very
warm, mother and daughter liked to sleep in the same bed. Since she was a
baby, Marian deeply loved these moments while she cuddled in her mother's
arms; sometimes accompanied by Ricky in the past. It was moment of
confidences from both sides.  Marian then said:

	"Mom, Jeff is a handsome boy, but a very strange one."

	"Yes, you are right, but I saw you watching him very often during
dinner. Do you like him?"

	"I just have been introduced to him... and I must recognize he has
something special that I cannot identify. During the whole dinner he
glanced at me only once; his eyes had a special bright."

	"Like the cats?" Lydia asked smiling to her daughter.

	"Well... there was something strange in his eyes; he seemed
sad. Who is he, mom?"

	"That's a real problem, my daughter. The only one who may know this
is Ricky, and he wouldn't disclose it; if Jeff had asked him to keep for
himself. We have speculated about this strange boy many times.  Talking to
Dr Lowell, he is absolutely sure that Jeff belongs to this family in a very
close relationship. Don't forget that he has carried out analysis of the
boy's blood, with this and DNA can be perfectly determined the
relationship; however, Dr Lowell, as Ricky, will never say anything."

	"Do you have any theory or guess, mom?"

	"It is difficult to establish a theory; you are smart enough and
know this family, as I do. Let's think about money. Apparently Grandpa Jeff
is grave in a hospital in Zurich, and according to the Will of the founder
of this dynasty, the heir must always be a male carrying their surname. Now
the only male heir is Ricky that has a lot of resemblances with his
grandfather; the same as Jeff. He could be a descendant from Olaf or Peter,
both were Grandpa's brothers."

	"But that's crazy, mom!"

	"Why smart girl?"

	"First, both died during the World War Two. Clearly Olaf had a
daughter; her grandchildren, the red haired twins, had been here and they
said there were not any other descendants. Second, According to Karl,
Grandpa's cousin, Peter died in air raid in 1944 and was not married. Still
there is another possibility: that Grandpa had another son somewhere; but
he is not that kind of man to hide a son; no matter whether he is legal or
not."

	"This doesn't fit. Jeff could be a Grandpa's great grandchild
without him knowing his existence; after all he had been a real man with
many women in his life. In view he is seriously sick; his family could have
placed him near the rest, apparently without memory. Years a go, Robert
showed me an old photo in which his father appeared as a child. Jeff is the
living image of that boy."

       "You are complicating this too much, mom." Then joking she added:
"Perhaps Grandpa Jeff has come from the past in a flying saucer..." She
jabbed her mother and both started to laugh.

       "Why not? The problem is that cannot be one Jeff here, and another
one seriously sick in Switzerland at the same time, being both the same
person. This only occurs in the movies." Changing the subject Marian then
said:

       "Mom, since I started menstruating, from time to time, I have nice
dreams with a beautiful boy..." As her mother was to intervene she quickly
added. "He is not Ricky, though he has some resemblances with him. He has
black waving hair; his skin is very white, and he is very tall."

       "Is he another heir? You say I'm complicating things, what about
you? Let's sleep, tomorrow I have a long trip to Miami, and as usual, you
will stay and sleep in the great house. Good nights, my daughter."

       "Good nights, mom." Then mother and daughter drifted to sleep.

Jeff and Ricky were hard asleep when Ricky's mother knocked on their door
encouraging the boy to hurry up, since the helicopter would arrive in
twenty minutes. Ricky had planned to have some fun before their departure,
but they were tired with the excitement of the previous day; so quickly
they went under shower and had breakfast. As programmed, the helicopter
arrived in time and the boys said goodbye.

	"I'll call you, though my father will tell you about the news. I
hope she recovers from her heart attack; she is a good woman and I love
her." He paused. "Take care of Marian, Jeff." He then ran to board the
helicopter. A couple of minutes later he was gone. For Jeff it was strange
that Marian was not there at least to say goodbye to her mother, but did
not give any importance. She had excused herself to her mother on the basis
she needed to order her thoughts about the boy. All the sudden, Jeff felt
Robert's arm round his shoulders.

	"It is a pity he has to go. Surely his grandma is not so bad; she
likes to make this show in order getting her grandchild and daughter near
her for a while." Jeff grinned.

	"It seems you know that woman well. Ricky was really concerned
about his grandmother; if that's what is happening, she is not fair with
her grandchild. I would never do that." Robert heart was beating hard
inside his chest, it seemed that Jeff was inside of himself ordering and
thinking for him, like when he was a boy. Once more he thought about Jeff's
personality. "Who is him?" He thought.

	"Jeff, have you remember anything that could uncover your past?"

	"I am afraid I can't tell good news; still my mind is closed." Jeff
hated to be a liar and inside he felt bad. But what would be Robert's
reaction if he could tell the truth to him? He thought.

	"Please, don't forget what I have told you; my happiest moment
would be if you were Ricky's brother; he and all of us love you."

	"I know it Robert. Let's leave the time to heal wounds." Again
Robert felt the strange sensation: those words had been pronounced many
times by his own father; and he once again asked himself about Jeff.

	"Yes. You are right, son." Jeff went upstairs and could not but to
smile with his own son's words.  "This is a mad world, Great Spirit." He
murmured for himself. Inside the room he opened the book that Ricky had
given him and started exploring the events occurred from 1928 upwards,
especially about the Great Depression and the consequences of the
War. After some time, he placed the book on the nightstand to continue his
reading later during the night. When he was to wear the "speedos" that
Ricky had bought for him, he found his cock was hard, and chuckled.

	"You need some action, don't you little brother? What our people
would think if they watched me wearing this? Surely they would think I am a
queer." He murmured. Then took his large towel and went to the swimming
pool. Before he closed the door, instinctively he glared at the electronic
calendar on Ricky's nightstand, it marked: "Tuesday June-30 1998" Next
Saturday July 4th, would be five weeks he was lost in that moment in
time. Tomorrow was due to start summer holidays for all children." He
thought. Sadly he walked down and entered in the pool's area. He was
surprised watching how Marian was coming out from the water. He jumped into
it and swam to where the girl was, as Ricky had taught him.

Marian's heart started beating hard; secretly she was pleading all her
ancestors that Jeff approached her.  She was heard, since she watched the
beautiful figure walking up to her. Subtle, her sight fixed on the point
where the boy's privates were, she could not but to admire the bulk formed
on his crotch. She reproached herself for behaving like this; she had never
acted in this way before.

	"May I lie down near you, Marian?" The boy politely asked. The girl
sighed, nowadays was rare and strange such a conduct in young boys; only
highly educated persons did."

	"Of course you may, Jeff. You are as part of this family..."

	"It seems you are very sure about my status in my kinship with
these kind persons. Don't forget I am a lost boy without memory." Their
faces were only a couple of inches separated; in these circumstances she
would have rejected anyone, but in this instance she found herself
attracted to Jeff as iron to magnet. She would have kissed him right away
if she were in another place. Stammering she said:

	"Certainly you are a strange boy, Jeff. I can't negate what my
mother told me; you might be a dangerous evil." Jeff laughed as he took off
a tuft of hair from the girl's forehead. She caught his hand and retained
it as she observed the strange stone hanging from the boy's neck. Her
mother had not mentioned it.  After an embarrassing silence, and still with
their hands together, she added: "Who are you, Jeff? What is that stone
hanging from your neck? Nobody had mentioned it." For an answer Jeff
dragged her head to him and kissed the girl on the lips. It was not a long
kiss, only a peck, but shook the girl's body and soul. Jeff rubbed the
smooth skin of the girl's face with the back of his hand and said:

	"Do you really want to know who am I? Or what I am? Both concepts
are different." Marian doubted for a moment; she had not assumed the boy
could be a bad person and being member of the family. She thought this boy
was as an angel, and an angel could not be a bad thing.

	"Please Jeff, don't try to confuse me. The second part does not
interest me, because my heart is telling me you are a special good person,
but I don't know who you are." Jeff then smiled and asked the girl.

	"Do you know who you really are? Only what you have been told. Your
name, your age, how you were born, from whom you descend, etc. They are
only circumstances..."

	"Please Jeff; again you are trying to confuse me with this type of
philosophy. I only know your name and possibly your surname, nothing
else. You are smart enough to know what I have asked." Jeff got serious and
caressed again the smooth face.

	"It isn't philosophy, Marian; there is some thing else. Exception
made of Ricky; do you know that you are the only person who can see this
stone?" Marian was to argue as he moved his hand to her mouth. He
continued. "If I answered your questions you wouldn't believe me; therefore
I prefer to shut my mouth."

	"How do you know I wouldn't believe you? Do you know that you are
the first person who has kissed me with love?" To say this made Marian to
become redder than a beetroot, as two tears dribbled along her smooth
cheeks.

	"Marian, I have never kissed a girl with love before, so that peck
was my love declaration, and you understood it. You can see now that you
are a special girl, too. You don't know about yourself, perhaps you are an
evil... or an angel, and yet you don't know it."

	"How can I understand all of this?"

	"Tonight, when you go to bed, lock your door and windows,
notwithstanding, I'll pay you visit. Please don't assume that I'm a ghost
or an evil, I am not. Then you will understand many things that for me are
very clear since I have kissed you." She near in a whisper and with welled
eyes said:

	"Please come to my room... and now kiss me again, Jeff." And he
did; not a passionately, but gently and with love." Then Jeff stood and
jumped into the swimming pool. He was hard and needed to have a
release. She did the same and soon they were joking and splashing water as
two good friends that had known each other during their whole lives.

After lunch and as usual, Marian went for a long walk in the forest under
the tall pines; she loved that part of her countryside, her real home. She
felt a nice sensation when was walking and perceived the different smells
emanating from the bushes or the trees. Yes, Jeff was right when he said if
she knew herself. A sweet sensation crept from her legs to her loins and
chest when she recalled the quick kiss; Jeff's first kiss of love, the same
as hers; because what she did with Ricky did not count. Thinking about
this, she recalled the strange dreams that she had very often with that
beautiful boy that had a lot of resemblances with Jeff. Was he the object
of her dream? Walking and thinking she reached the damp that provided the
house with water, and sat on an old trunk. She needed to think about what
had happened in the pool, and what was more important, about what may
happens if Jeff comes to her room tonight. Was he able to conceive a baby
as she was? He has not told anyone his age, except probably to Ricky, or
perhaps he could not remember when his birthday was. Apparently he was
between thirteen and fourteen y/o. She remembered the bulk formed his
swimming suit on his crotch and sighed.

As Marian, Jeff was in his room thinking on tonight event. He had been
talking with Robert and was told that his mother in law had had a severe
heart attack, but fortunately she was taken to the hospital in time, and
now she was out of the emergency room, lying in a comfortable room
surrounded by her daughter and grandchild. Ricky asked for Jeff and his
father told him he was in the swimming pool with Marian lying on the grass
and chatting. Ricky surely felt a sting of jealousy, Jeff thought.

The warm day was over and Robert sat to dine with the two children. In that
moment that Ricky was not there, he missed his daughters and their little
children, though the six-years-old rascal twins, Jeff and Ricky were his
favourites. The dinner ended and he kissed goodnights to Jeff and
Marian. The girl went upstairs and the boy into his father's library;
lately he had been very fond of it. Again the same question raised in his
mind about who really was this boy that seemed a living copy of his father
at his age. Would he be an extra- marital grandson of his father? His
father never commented that in the past he had any other woman in his life;
nevertheless that was too private and maybe his progenitor even ignored the
existence of this child.  Well, he thought, that's a question to solve when
he returns from Europe.

Some time later the house was in silence. Jeff put off the lights and went
to his room; it was round 11:00 pm.  He locked the door and wore a light
pyjama; even that was too much, since the temperature was still high.  He
then took the flashlight and excited entered in the dark gallery thru the
wardrobe.

Marian had finished his shower and was drying her hair; now she gave the
final touch to it and wore a light silky night dress that reached till her
thighs. She really was a beautiful adolescent with little breasts that
still needn't any bra. She had a little light patch of hair on her pussy;
that made her even prettier. She had been all the time thinking on Jeff's
words and they had not agreed on any time. Suddenly, as she closed the
bathroom door, heard some noise in the large room. She looked around and
saw the most beautiful Apollo she could imagine. Jeff was standing in the
centre of the room, near the large bed, dressed only in his underwear,
though it was visible his excitement and the lump formed on his crotch. As
if they were impelled by a strange and invisible person, they launched into
each other arms and their mouths united in a wet kiss.  Instinctively
Marian dragged down the boy's underwear to his heels and Jeff took off her
nightdress. The retained passion filled the moment as Jeff said:

	"I love you, my beautiful Athena."

	"I love you, to, my Adonis." Jeff then took Marian in his arms and
laid her on the soft bed. He went on top of her and again their lips and
tongues met. In that moment they were mad animals that needed a
release. Marian was rubbing the boy back encouraging him to drill her
hymen; the real moment she had been waiting for had arrived. Jeff had some
experience with Linda and soon his hard dick found the way and the warm
cave to enter. In a single push and with some little resistance during the
first few seconds, he went entirely into her. Marian screamed with a mix of
pleasure and pain, but soon all was forgotten. Only they needed a couple of
minutes to reach their wonderful orgasms; for Marian it was the first of
her life. She embraced the boy with her legs and arms as both stopped
breathing and their bodies were united as one body and one soul. Some time
later he slid to his right side, dragging the girl with him as both were
recovering his breathing; now she was on top of him kissing her boy with
little pecks on his lovely face.  Suddenly both started to laugh and the
boy making ticklish to girl.

"How was it, lovely girl?" She grinned as her head rested on the boy's
shoulder.

       "I never thought it would be so good, great and beautiful, Jeff. It
has been as I had always dreamed, lovely and tender. Thank you.

       "You don't need to thank anything. Still the best is to come. We
have just started and I was worried thinking that perhaps I could produce
you pain; but now the worst is over; I promise you will never forget this
night, my beautiful Athena." She then kissed him and said:

       "Won't it be dangerous in respect of babies? I know that the first
days after menstruations are safe; but if we continue..."

       "Don't worry. I still don't spurt semen, though I have just turned
twelve; though I'm feeling that this event is very near." Jeff felt ashamed
to recognize he was not a man yet. Marian kissed him tenderly.

       "Don't be ashamed for something that Mother Nature is in charge to
solve, besides I like you as you are and not as you should be." She felt
how Jeff's dick started engorging inside her vagina. She smiled cunningly
as Jeff said:

       "Now the main course comes. I'll send you to the outer space."
Marian smiled and hugged the boy with love, as Jeff moved on top of her. "I
want you to enjoy; later I'll answer any question that you want to make
me." To Marian's surprise, Jeff started nibbling her ear lobes and her
neck. Then raised her arms and began to wash her arm pits with her
tongue. She felt a mix sensation of ticklish and lust; then the boy scooted
down and took into his mouth one of her hard nipples, then the other
one. Marian was breathing very hard and wanted madly his boy's dick into
her. Jeff noted that he would not complete his program until he reached her
toes; so he continued down and drilled her navel with the tip of his
tongue. She was spread eagle as Jeff's tongue touched and sucked her
erected clit. She squirmed and moaned in lust, placing her hands on top of
the boy's head as she murmured:

       "Please Jeff, I can't stand anymore; enter me, I need you inside
me." She pleaded. He did not doubt a second and his hard boy tool entered
her to the hilt in a single thrust. Groans and hard breathing was all that
could be heard in the large room. Marian closed the eyes and saw a
beautiful rainbow as she started climbing it. A few minutes later they were
near their orgasms. Jeff sealed her mouth with his, introducing his tongue
into her mouth. Seconds later that marvellous feeling arrived as she
screamed in pleasure; fortunately their room was in the far side of the
house, opposite to Ricky's room. After some time, Jeff slid to his right
side, their legs crossed and his hard cock still into her.

She relaxed recovering her breathe; then Jeff wrapped her right hand where
the stone was shining like a red topaz. In her mind started like a movie
images that she had never imagined. She saw the fight of the two Indian
brothers many centuries ago; the great battles against other tribes and
many other events. Then came the moment on which Joe gave the stone to
Jeff. She could see thru her mind how the great shaman told to Jeff that
Linda was the real future shaman, but her powers would not have any effect
in Canada; she had to come back. With horror the girl watched how her great
grand mother killed her husband in a self- defence act trying to save her
daughter's life. She stopped the stream of images as she left the stone;
her lovely eyes were as fountain of tears. Jeff knew what was in her mind,
and with all the love he could musters, he filled with kissed her wet
face. Suddenly she rose a little from the bed and hugged very tight the
boy, as she continued weeping on the boy's shoulder.

	"You were right, Jeff. I shouldn't have been so curious. It has
been terrible when my great grand mother... no one had ever told me
anything about these events." Then Jeff pushed her tenderly to the pillow
as she continued. "Now I know how brave all my ancestors were and why my
mother came here. Is she a Shaman, Jeff?" The boy was with his head on his
elbow caressing her silky hair.

	"I really don't know, Marian. "Golden Hawk" never told me; he said
that in due time I had to give the stone to the real shaman. The Great
Spirit would show me the person. He had prayed for Joe, but the Great
Spirit did not accept him."

	"Jeff, how could it be possible that you were with the great
shaman? You are only a boy!" Jeff grinned as he tenderly cleaned the girl's
tears with the back of his hand.

	"I told you that you won't believe me, but I haven't told you
anything; the stone has done it, and it can't deceive you. That's the
truth." She opened wide the eyes as she said:

	"But you are lying in a hospital in Europe!"

	"Please, my beautiful girl, I'm as confused as you are. Tomorrow we
will get up early and go to where the "Bullhead" stone is; there I'll
explain you how I came here. By now enjoy that we are together until the
Great Spirit decides what the future will be."

	"Bullhead place is very far away, even riding the bikes; perhaps
riding the horses and using shortcuts thru the forest we could go and come
during the same day. Otherwise we would need to stay overnight and Robert
wouldn't allow us to do so. Of course, I want to go to some place where we
can enjoy without being disturbed."

	"Yes, you are right. We'll decide tomorrow." Jeff went to get his
underwear but Marian retained him on the bed; she pushed him and the boy
lay on his back. Then she jumped on top of him and sat on his chest with
her back to him; then bent her head and without any notice she took the
boy's penis into her mouth. She wanted it since Jeff licked and sucked her
clit. Jeff moaned in pleasure though her technique was not excellent; he
reciprocated and a couple minutes later both could not stand as their
bodies tensed and some time later reached that beautiful orgasm. Still
recovering, she turned to her original position near her boy.

	"I better go to my room just in case..." Marian sealed her mouth
with a tender kiss.

	"This is our wedding night and I'm not ready to accept. We'll sleep
here and at dawn you can go; then I'll meet you at the kitchen for
breakfast. We'll spend the day in the forests." Marian set her wristwatch
alarm and dragged the covers over them. A few minutes later they were hard
asleep.

CHAPTER 19
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The alarm beeped and Jeff jumped from the bed; he wanted to start again but
they had plans and he always liked to attain to what he had planned. He
kissed Marian tenderly, took the flashlight, and naked disappeared thru the
wardrobe. She heard how the secret door closed as her boy was gone. She
remained during a couple of minutes under the sheets; then she kissed the
place where Jeff had been; then left for the bathroom. She then murmured
for herself:

	"Except for the boy of my dreams, he's the handsomest boy of the
world, but this is real and dreams rarely come true."

When Marian entered into the kitchen, a lovely smell to coffee recently
made hit her nostrils; she smiled satisfied and much better when she
watched her boy was talking to Maria. She was a good woman that everybody
loved; especially boys and girls of all ages; her family had been working
with the Larsen since they came with Margarita Sierra from Mexico. They
spoke English fluently, but as many Californians, during the daily life,
she spoke in Spanish, and that was what she was doing now with Jeff.

	"Please Maria, tell Mr Robert that we are going to the crossroad
lake to spend the day; Marian is carrying her cell phone in case they need
to contact us, or we need help. I like that place since Ricky took me
there." Marian grinned, he was a good liar."

	"Alright; last night told me Mr Robert that Ricky's grandmother is
much better, so they will be here before Saturday, probably Friday evening,
to celebrate July 4th Independence Day. I love the fireworks in the
lake. When I was a child, only Indians and their family met there;
nowadays, that seems a fair; but I still love that place, because young and
adult persons enjoy very much; some times even too much." She would have
not finished had not been Jeff interrupting politely her:

	"Mother Maria, sure it must have been wonderful. By the way, did
you prepare the sandwiches I told you?"

	"Yes my beautiful son, everything is on the bike's bags; hope you
like them. Please take care of Marian, she is so bonita..." The woman
sighed. They ended the breakfast, took the helmets and soon they were
riding thru the lonely road bound to the lake.

	"I thought she would never end talking." Marian said. "She is a
great woman and her family deserves all our compliments; she knows that
July 4th is an orgy most of the times, but that is part of the life and she
assumes this." Jeff smiled. He jokingly asked:

	"Have you participated in any of those orgies?" Marian was eating
an apple and tossed it to Jeff laughing.

	"You are a naughty boy! I am an educated girl and strictly
conservative, though some times I make exceptions, but never that day. The
4th of July has not any meaning for me; our real feast is in September when
all Indians meet in what used to be the reservation." Now riding on
parallel Jeff said:

	"I know that feast very well. Joe, the twins and I were eagerly
waiting for it, though we did not despised the Independence Day.

The road was good paved and was climbing softly to where the mountains
started; they pedalled hard, and some time later arrived to the lake. It
was a lovely and lonely place where you could do anything that you wanted
without anyone watching on you. They placed the mountain bikes in the
shadow under a big tree.  Marian had beautiful pink colour on her cheeks;
all of her body was sweating due to the warm weather and the exercise
pedalling. Jeff could not stop and hugged her from behind biting her ear
lobe. The girl spun and returned the hug and a hard kiss.

	"You are beautiful with your pink cheeks and these blue
eyes. Nobody would say you are an Indian."

	"I feel sweated and dirty and I want to swim and remove my stink."
Saying this she got away from Jeff's arms and dressed jumped into the
crystal cold water; Jeff did the same following her. With some difficulty
they swam until felt their bodies needed some warm, so they returned to
shore. They spread the towels on the soft grass and got naked, hanging from
a branch of the tree their clothes to dry. They were lying on their chests
with the heads turned watching each other. Marian was to separate a hair
ringlet from Jeff forehead when he took her hand and kissed it. She then
softly caressed the boy's face with love. Jeff then said:

	"I never thought I would love a person like I love you, Marian." He
turned his head to the other side in order Marian could not watch his
tears; but she noticed this.

	"Please Jeff, turn your head, I can't bear not watching your
face. You well know what my feelings are in respect of you; I would give my
life to get rid of your bad thoughts." He immediately obeyed the girl as
she continued. "We agreed not to talk about the future, but to live the
present."

	"Marian, I have the premonition that soon I'll return to my time,
and I wonder if you will be near to take you with me..."

	"Jeff you know that's impossible; even if we knew the moment. We
cannot modify the History. The Great Spirit sent you to heal Ricky and to
meet me. When I touched your stone while you were sleeping I saw the powers
that Mother Nature, or the Great Spirit has gifted me. Unfortunately I
can't go with you, my loved boy; otherwise Robert and all his children
wouldn't exist, including Ricky. Do you really want this?" We must remain
as we are and leave the Great Spirit to work out its decisions."

	"Marian, don't you understand that whenever you speak my love for
you increases? What shall I do when I return alone? I don't want even to
think about it. Now I understand what Linda felt and I can't forgive
myself; at least I would have liked to explain and tell her how great she
was." Marian again caressed her boy's face cleaning the wetness of his
tears.

	"Jeff, don't you understand that we cannot amend our fates? I
suppose this place makes you to recall some happy moments and that's
partially why we came here. Am I right?" Then Jeff grinned, remembering
Karl and Joe.

	"Look at this tiny cut in my thumb, Marian. Do you know what is it?
For you, seventy years have elapsed; for me only some weeks from the moment
that Joe and I became blood brothers. From that day, Linda, Joe and I
became very close to each other. At the request of "Golden Hawk" I assisted
and helped to call the Great Spirit in a place not far from Bullhead
Rock. That night, while the shaman was in trance, I made real love for the
first time in my life, and it was with Linda. Later we met just near here,
in a shed over those large trees." He pointed out to their right as he
continued. "Joe made love to my cousin Karl, and Linda and I went under
those trees; they weren't as large as look now. We spent hours fucking. I
have never seen a happier girl until you ran into my arms in your room. She
was in love with me, but I considered her only one of my best friends; I
did not love her. When Ricky told me about her fate I felt very, very bad."

	"Thanks to that, I am here near you today, Jeff. See, we cannot
change anything but to take the chance that we are together and enjoy our
presents." She jumped on top of Jeff and started petting him; a couple of
minutes later Jeff's dick entered her again, and they spent one of the most
beautiful instants of their lives making love.

It was time for lunch though they were not hurry, but were hungry. After
finishing, they laid their backs on the shadow as the subject of Linda
arose again in their conversation. Jeff was caressing softly the girl's
nipples and from time to time he kissed them. The boy near in a murmur
said:

	"Your breasts are beautiful, much the same as those of Linda." He
paused. "I knew she killed her husband, nevertheless I ignore the details
as you have seen thru the stone; I suppose she was forced more than once
and even spanked by that barbarian."

	"I knew what you know, but the images were terrible; that explains
many things. According to the information I have gathered, the events
occurred like this. The man, a Scottish immigrant, knew very well the
Indian customs about sex when he married Linda. If she had been your lover
she had her hymen broken and was not a virgin anymore..." Jeff stopped
Marian's relation to point out:

	"I was not the first boy to fuck her. Joe and Linda had been having
intercourse since they were very young. They were cousins without parents,
living under Golden Hawk's responsibility and sleeping in the same tent. It
wasn't strange that they fucked, both were hot children and enjoyed it; GH
had the hope they married, but Linda was reluctant to have as a husband her
own cousin. She was attending school and already knew the problem of
affinity as in the Russian Tsar's family." Marian gave a peck to her boy.

	"Thanks for clarifying this point. Of course, when the married
couple made love the first time, he found out she was not virgin. During
the first few months he behaved near as a normal husband, but when she told
him she was expecting a baby he started spanking her and drinking. She had
a pension provided by your grandmother in order she could study in Canada;
that irritated him even more. It seems, that night she warned him would ask
for the divorce if he continued not behaving properly, since she did not
need him.  That got him furious; he took a kitchen long knife and tried to
stab her to death, as he pronounced gross words to her. She was seriously
wounded, but could escape from him. She thought to jump thru the window and
ask for help, but before she could do it, he trapped her near the
nightstand; she could not escape. She then remembered the gun he had
illegally brought from US, kept in one of the drawers. While he stabbed her
on her left shoulder blade, she extracted it and fired until the gun was
empty. It seems the noise caused by the shots alarmed the neighbours that
called the police. She had lost too much blood and had passed out.  He was
dead. Nobody knew any relative of the man. The authorities found many
letters from your grandmother, so they contacted her. She travelled to
Canada with her lawyer and remained there until she left the hospital. The
judicial authorities appreciated self-defence and no charge was made. She
changed her residence and surname and some months later everything was
forgotten. She did not want to come back to the tribe, therefore she
continued studying and raising her daughter, born five months later."

	"That's a sad story. It is not strange that my grandmother acted
like that; you must take into account that GH was her lover and she liked
Joe and Linda; to the point, that she established a fund to pay theirs
studies and their living until they could manage by themselves." Jeff took
Marian's hand, and naked, they walked up thru the forest until they arrived
to a clear; Marian raised her hand in admiration.

	"It is a beautiful place, Jeff." She pointed out to some
ruins. "Are those from the old shed?"

	"Yes. Joe and Linda rebuilt it, helped by some friends. Their main
objective was to have a shelter in case bad weather when they came to fish
or hunting. In that shed Karl received his first real fuck at Joe's
hands. When we were coming back home, Karl could not sit on the horse, but
he was very happy." Marian laughed loudly, and hand in hand they returned
to the lake.

	"We better return home." The girl said. "It is a long trip..." They
dressed and happily rode back home, arriving when the sun was disappearing
behind the west mountains. After a good shower, they had dinner with
Robert; he informed the children that Ricky would return on Friday
afternoon.

That night Jeff again visited his girl, and they spent a night that would
be engraved in their mind for the rest of their lives. At dawn, when he was
ready to leave, Jeff said:

	"If you are still in the mood, tomorrow we'll see each other in the
pool. During the afternoon we can ride the horses. I have asked Robert
whether we can do it and he has confirmed me the availability of the
animals; they need some exercise." She accepted with a large wet kiss. Jeff
spent the following morning watching some TV programs about the Great
Depression of 1929 and reading. The boy and girl met at the swimming
pool. They were lying of their towels facing each other, as Marian said.

	"I would have liked to go to the "Bullhead" and you could explain
me how you came in."

	"I did not want to ask Robert for the horses, and going by bike the
road is too long, nevertheless, we could go this afternoon and spend the
night over there." She smirked and said:

	"It would be too evident and I don't want too many gossips." They
laughed. Jeff extended his hand and touched the girl's soft left nipple;
she squirmed. "Please Jeff; I am too hot with the sun, if you continue I'd
explode."

In those moments, Maria's brothers and sisters jumped into pool and started
splashing and joking. Jeff imitated them because he also was hot; Marian
followed him in seconds. They remained swimming until lunchtime enjoying
the pool. After a good siesta, they took the horses and the dog and trotted
thru the forests; leaving the animals to choose their way. After some time
riding, they got naked, taking pleasure of the air and happiness provided
by Mother Nature, as when you are fully integrated in it. Strangely they
were not sexually excited. With the horses it was easier to climb hills and
watch the beauty from the tops. After some time in the wilderness and near
a meadow, the teenagers dismounted and left the horses to rest and
pasture. Marian took the blankets attached to the saddles and made a
comfortable bed on the soft weeds; then they laid their backs on it. The
sky seemed bluer from there and the view marvellous; in many miles around
you could see only trees. For a few minutes they remained in silence; then
Marian said:

	"Jeff, Ricky will arrive tomorrow, what shall we do? Except when we
were little, I never allowed him to make out anything with me. Now I
understand that I loved him more as a brother than a lover."

	"I think the best thing to do is to tell him the truth; I hate
being a liar, especially with him. If you like I'll do it. You cannot
command on your heart, yet, you should think about it before I tell
him. You are playing with your future. On the other hand, you are getting
powers and I wonder if he will ever understand it. The problem from
tomorrow on is what we can do to enjoy our love as in these days. For me is
like a dream from which I would like never to wake up." He said these words
like a pray. Marian turned a little so she could face him, and then touched
her Adonis' face with the tip of her fingers.

	"Yes, you are right; he is very smart and will understand; even I
expect from him to help us." She paused for a moment. "Tonight I'll make
the trip to your room myself, instead you to mine." Jeff grinned.

	"Will you do that, my brave and beautiful Indian? You might be lost
or find a ghost in your way."

	"You are the only ghost existing in the house, and I know how to
deal with you." With that she started making ticklish to Jeff that could
not stop her. She made a halt when was near his cock, and without any
warning she kneeled between his legs and put his semi hard tool into her
wet mouth. In seconds Jeff's cock was harder than ever and the boy started
to moan. The boy wanted a 69 but Marian left for a few second the hard
dick. "I want this only for you, my boy." She placed her right hand under
the boy's balls and began to massage them gently; Jeff screamed in
pleasure. Some minutes later Jeff felt how a nice feeling was creeping from
his loins to the tip of his dick. His body tensed, his hips raised and he
gritted his teeth as he placed his hands on top of Marian's head. He really
yelled in delight when that fantastic feeling hit his dick, as Marian
continued sucking him. Jeff collapsed and laid his back on the blanket,
still breathing hard. Marian grinned satisfied with her work, then left the
boy's soft dick and straddled him. He opened the yes and dragged Marian to
him tenderly.

	"Thanks Marian. You are great!" Marian smiled and without any word
she bent over and sealed her lips with the boy's, introducing her tongue in
the boy's mouth. Jeff welcomed her as he felt a strange flavour in his
mouth; then he opened wide his eyes; he knew the meaning of that
flavour. He hugged tenderly the girl with welled eyes as he murmured on her
ears. "Thanks for showing me that now I am now a man; I love you." She lay
near him and caressed his black curly hair, then gave him a peck.

	"We better return, Jeff. I don't want Robert to report my mom that
we are too late." He jumped and went to a nearby crook and washed
himself. The boy whistled and heard how the horses neighed and came
trotting to him. After saddling the animals and caressing the dog, they
rode downhill. Some hours later, and before the sunset, they were cleaning
the horses and feeding them. Robert met him in the hall.

	"How was the ride, Jeff?" Before he answered Robert added: "Ricky
will be here tomorrow during the afternoon."

	"Thanks Robert; I miss him." He deceived him because he would have
liked Ricky remained another week in Florida; his return would put an end
their honeymoon. He felt as a liar as walked up to his room; soon he was
under the shower. He touched his penis and smiled as he felt a tingling in
his loins. "I am a man now!" He murmured. How he would have liked to be at
home and masturbate in his room under the watch of his dear twins! He
sighed and lay down on the bed. Instinctively started dragging his foreskin
up and down slowly as a drop of clear precum appeared on the dick slit,
then another and another. This made his cock slippery and felt that
wonderful feeling arriving; then accelerated the move of his fist up and
down. After some minutes his body tensed, he stopped breathing as his hips
went up. A little shot of clear semen spurted from his cock that landed on
his crotch, and few more drops dribbled on his fist. He returned his hand
and with care slurped his fingers until nothing was left. "Yes, it is
fantastic!" He murmured.

They had dinner in silence every one involved in their own thoughts. After
some time Jeff said:

	"I want to read something that Ricky recommended me about our
History, so I must go to my room."  Robert understood and was pleased that
the boy was so close with his own son. Marian said something similar as
both stood and kissed Robert good nights. Round 11:00 Jeff thought that
Marian would start coming, but he did not like this; she did not know the
tunnel and he did not want her to risk anything. He then locked the door,
took the flashlight and entered thru the wardrobe; as he descended,
observed Marian flashlight and soon they met. Slowly she said:

	"I told you I would come. Are you anxious?" The boy ignored her
question giggling.

	"You don't need to demonstrate me your braveness, but I feel better
in your room, however, I'll show you this." They continued walking and the
boy explained the three entries. "This on the right leads to Grandpa's
room... well my room in my future." She smiled. "This on the left goes to
near your house; it is hidden under a large bush and seems a wolf den, but
once it trespassed, a person can walk standing. There is an iron gate, but
it is not locked; I have oiled it." She pressed the boy's hand. "Let's go
to your room." A few minutes later they were naked petting each other on
the large bed.

They spend the night making love and in the "main course", as Jeff liked to
call the second intercourse, during the peak of their orgasms Maria pressed
the shinning stone; she then knew what Jeff ignored: he would return to his
time within forty eight hours. She had to make a great effort to keep back
her tears. Along those hours she bravely put all the passion and love she
could muster in their moments. As usual, near dawn, this time, she jumped
from the bed, but he retained her for a last time, though he ignored why;
she then left. As soon as she entered into her room, Marian could not stop
a river of tears from her lovely blue eyes as her young body convulsed
crying with muffled sobs. She set up her watch alarm early, in spite she
was tired. That night she had a very pleasant dream with that strange boy
who was near as a duplicate of Jeff. In such a way, that relaxed her and
she found herself fresh and live in the following morning. She got up and
went to the kitchen; Maria was surprised to see her so early.

	"Are you going again with Jeff to the mountains?"

	"Oh! No. I suppose he's still sleeping. I need to go to my house
and make some housekeeping; I don't want mom scolding me for being lazy."
The old woman grinned; she knew that girl was not lazy at all, but
otherwise.

	"I'll get you some sandwiches so you don't need to cook." While she
had breakfast the woman prepared a paper bag containing the food." She
kissed the woman on the cheek thanking her; and before she left, said:

	"Please, tell my mother I am in our apartment in the village."
Before the woman could tell anything, she took her own bike and pedalled
thru the forest trails. She could have taken the small road bordering the
meadows where the horses were pasturing, but she wanted to be alone. She
touched her backpack and felt the presence of the little revolver that Jeff
had given her, just in case any animal of person tried to hurt her.  He did
not know she would take it so soon when he taught her in the lake how to
use it. Half a way she set near a little stream and immediately her thought
went to her boy's happiness during the last night. She again started
bitterly crying; she would miss him. The tiredness and early time she had
gotten up made her to lie on the soft grass; a few minutes later she was
hard asleep. The screeches of two raccoons fighting woke her up; she had a
look to her watch and observed had been sleeping near two hours. She washed
her red eyes and rode the mountain bike. Some time later she was pedalling
thru the streets of the small town. In an alley near the centre of the
village, she took the bike to the garage, then the elevator to the second
floor, and opened the door: she was at home, her mom's owned home. She
immediately wore comfortable clothes and started to clean the house. The
time elapsed quickly as she was engrossed on her work accompanied by some
pop music. Some time later she heard her cell phone ringing, it was her
mother.

	"Daughter, why are you there!"

	"Hi mom? How was the trip?" Before Lydia could answer she argued:
"The house needed some cleaning... besides I don't want to stay in the farm
tomorrow; you know why."

	"But Ricky is here and..." Marian interrupted her mother.

	"I know it mom, but... we'll talk later. We have just started the
summer holidays; therefore we'll have time from Monday on. We'll talk
tonight."

Lydia did not insist; she knew her daughter very well. After the sunset she
arrived to the farm; she had told Robert about their absence in the lake
the next day, and he perfectly understood, thought it was not strange since
Lydia rarely celebrated the 4th of July. When she arrived found the house
in the village as she liked it: everything was clean, a bouquet of flowers
on the hall and a lovely smell spread from the kitchen. Marian was a good
cook and knew what her mother liked. They hugged and Lydia gave a little
present to her daughter: a straw hat with two blue ribbons. They had dinner
and then sat on the comfy couch in front of the large window overseeing the
roofs of the houses.

Marian laid her head on his mother's lap and started telling her all her
relationship with Jeff during her absence. She kept for the last moment
about his departure. Lydia did not interrupt her daughter relation.  When
the girl paused she said:

	"Daughter, you should have been more careful, you could conceive a
baby." She grinned.

	"You are right mom, but I love him and I assumed all the risks; but
don't worry, he had been dry until the day before yesterday, so he doesn't
represent any danger."

	"I had the hope you liked Ricky; in spite of his behaviour, he
loves you..."

	"I'm sorry, mom. I love him as a brother, nothing else. I would
give my life for him, if necessary, but when I saw Jeff I knew where my
heart was and I did not stop. He is so sweet, so great..." Her mother
stopped her.

	I suppose you are trying to convince me." Marian chuckled and
kissed her mother as Lydia continued. "On the other hand, he is a stranger;
though I am sure he belongs to this family." Then the real point arrived.

	"Mom, please, don't ask me anything because I can't answer your
questions... but the man laying as dead in Europe and Jeff, both are the
same person." Lydia was to argue as Marian continued. "He doesn't know he
will return to his time before 48 hours elapse. Furthermore: you have
transmitted me the powers of our ancestor shamans; Joe has not any, apart
from his scientific career as a MD and investigator." Lydia did not know
what to argue or believe, but she trusted in her daughter. She sighed. "I
also know what happened to your grand mother after she married the
Canadian; how she was forced to kill that mean man to save your mother's
life and hers, too."

	"I didn't tell you. Yes, she killed him, though in
self-defence. The Larsen assisted her legally and she was declared
innocent. They bought her a small, but comfy flat in Ontario, where she
raised her daughter.  The Canadians behaved very well and she finished her
College studies four years later, becoming an excellent children's teacher;
that's why she did not like to return and we are so attached to the
Larsen's family. We have always received blessings from them, even when you
were born. You well know the rest. In reference to Jeff, I guess all this
is confidential."

	"Well, it should be." Marian said. "On the other hand... who would
believe you? Better we keep for us and continue our lives. The time will be
the best teacher."

	"Yes, you are right. Let's stop thinking on all of this.

CHAPTER 20
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In the farm, after exchanging hugs and have dinner, the boys went to their
room, closing the door behind.  Ricky first action was a gaze to the
wardrobe, and his heart told him the tunnel had been used. He felt a
strange sensation of losing something that he could not identify, but he
knew Marian had a lot to do. The boys yoked about their separation as Ricky
said:

	"I guess you have been bored with her alone." Jeff looked into
Ricky's eyes as he dragged his hand to sit on the leather couch.

	"Ricky... I must be honest to you. I would never deceive you. Yes,
I missed you only for a few hours... until I met Marian." And he told him
everything, even about her personality and the powers she would develop
with the time; he ended: "I love her as I have never loved anyone before,
Ricky. If I come back, I will have that burden of loving someone that never
was. To whom shall I tell this, Ricky? Only you can understand me." Ricky
hugged Jeff tenderly. "Yes, after all, Jeff was an unfortunate boy; I hope
the Great Spirit will compensate him," Ricky thought.

	"Let's try to forget everything. Tomorrow is the Independence
Day. We will need to prepare many things before our departure for the
lake. By the way, will you be disguise as other personality? I'll be as a
19th Century explorer."

	"Well... I didn't know anything, so I have not prepared
anything. What about if I wear my old clothes?  They are a lot different
from current ones; unfortunately I don't have shoes because Maria threw
them away, so I have to wear my sneakers."

	"That's a good idea! Nobody will watch your feet. Let's
sleep. Don't forget that there is some truth about the fact that this
reunion has some resemblances with an orgy; well not exactly; but when
people drinks and are happy..." They laughed and went under covers."

Ford different reasons the boys and girl has different dreams. Jeff dreamt
with Marian about the last times they were together and had sex. Ricky had
a strange dream, probably nightmare that he quickly forgot. And Marian had
again a repetition of those dreams she used to have, with the strange boy,
before she knew Jeff.  During the days they had been together those dreams
had disappeared; so she thought they were associated with Jeff. However,
this time was so real that she experienced orgasms. She yelled in one of
them and Lydia had to wake her up since she was breathing very hard. She
woke up at the end of her dream, it was very clear and fresh in her mind;
she apologied her mother to have awoken her, but she felt very happy. She
touched her crotch and noticed it was very wet, so she left the bed and
went to the bathroom to clean and change her panties.

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Far away, on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, in Paris, the boy of
Marian's dreams existed; we will come back later to him. Yes he was a
handsome boy, intelligent, and good student; he had not only resemblances
to Jeff, but also his name and surname. We'll see later why. That night was
very important for him because he had experienced what he had been waiting
for some time: his first night pollution, his first wet dream, provoked by
a young girl he had never seen before, except in his dreams. He looked
around to assure himself he was awaked. He was in his spacious room; in
front of himself on the wall, were hanging his most appreciated objects: a
poster showing a young and beautiful rounded faced ten-years-old boy,
giving his hand to one of the most famous soccer player of the world: Real
Madrid's goal-keeper; the young man still was a teenager. The photo had
been taken when this team came to play against Paris St. German's team,
within the European cup's competition, three years ago. In Europe, and
especially in these great matches, the players enter into the play ground
giving the hand to a child that wears the sane colour shirt. The other item
that the boy worshipped was the young man's shirt, signed by him with the
legend: "For J. Larsen, my best fan." The boy stared at the picture and
sighed; those had been the happiest moments of his short life.  Nothing had
changed since then; except that he had now an oval face instead of round
and found out he would never be a first class soccer player. However, he
had been gifted with the best family he could have imagined, a bright
intelligence and a beautiful figure that made to sigh girls in the
school. He murmured for himself grinning: "Mama and Papa will be very happy
to know I am already a man. It is a pity that grandma cannot see me now."

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

Ricky and Jeff woke up early, jumped from the bed and went under
showerheads. Ricky envied the figure he had in front of him; instinctively
he approached Jeff and both boys hugged very tight, remaining for near a
minute thus united.

	"Jeff, never forget that in spite of Marian loving you, I'll never
forget you." They separated and Jeff stared into Ricky's eyes.

	"Ricky, we still might be together for a long time, so you won't
miss me."

	"Yes, you are right. Let's finish. The trucks are ready and
everybody having breakfast; we'll spend a great day and night in the
lake. You will be amazed of the fireworks that my dad has prepared; they
had something to do with you and my leukaemia." They finished and went to
the large table set up in the kitchen; it was like a fair. Almost near mid
morning the train of trucks and pickups started moving. In the middle of
the way they made a halt for lunch; other cars and truck joined the large
serpent of vehicles. They arrived to the lake round 6:00 pm starting to
offload and installing the tents for the two coming nights. All the items
were installed and many boys, girls and a few adults jumped into the
crystal water to get rid of the dust they had accumulated during the
trip. Jeff and Ricky had agreed to take the mountain bikes and to ride them
along the road to the East. They started pedalling and talking, but Jeff
felt a strange attraction to the road and increased the speed; Ricky
noticed it.

	"We are not hurry Jeff. I like to enjoy the freshness of the air on
my face and the smell of pine in my nostrils." Jeff face got red because he
had not any explanation for his behaviour.

	"You are right Ricky, but when I ride the bike in this wonderful
mountain's outskirt I cannot control the need to run faster and
faster. Marian said the same as you." He hated to be a liar but could not
stop. "The bicycles we had in my time were pure junk objects if compared
with these ones." Ricky smiled and they resumed their talks; the road was
empty in that part that led to the "Bullhead" rock and to the motorway
leading to the large town. After some time, again Jeff began pedalling
faster, not far was a signal advising of a dangerous bent; besides the
curve was covered by fog that came from the bottom of the little valley up
to the mountains over them. As Jeff increased the distance between them
Ricky warned Jeff shouting:

	"Jeff don't run so fast, beware of the curve!!!" But Jeff did not
hear him; he was attracted and impelled to the fog like thirsty cattle to
the water. Instinctively he pulled back the brakes as he entered into the
foggy patch; the bike obeyed him and skidded to the left. The bike shocked
against something and the inertia tossed the boy as a ragged object between
the trees. Fortunately the soft layer of pine leaves cushioned his
body. Ricky was some yards behind him and heard the fall; seconds later he
stopped his bike near Jeff's believing he was near the tree where the
bicycle was, still one of wheels gyrating; but he was not there. He looked
around and could not find him. He felt his heart beating with anxiety
because he clearly understood Jeff had returned to his time. He sat on a
nearby rock and started crying bitterly: "He's gone, he's gone." He
murmured to himself. He extracted his mobile phone and dialled his father's
number. Half an hour later his parents arrived in a pickup and hugged
theirs son.

	"Where's Jeff Ricky?" The boy stared sadly to his progenitor.

	"I don't know, dad; probably he's not far from here..." Robert did
not understand but insisted on his son. "Dad, you cannot understand... but
he's gone."

	"Gone, but where?" He asked Ricky, shaking the boy's
shoulders. We'll call the police in order to find him." Then the boy
stopped his father.

	"Dad, I arrived here just seconds after the fall, and he wasn't
here." Slowly and staring at his parents, with tear dribbling down his
smooth cheeks, he added: "Simple: he has returned to his time." Betty
immediately understood! That confirmed what she had observed about the
boy's clothes.

	"Robert, please! Ricky is right. Jeff belonged to other time and
has returned to it. I guess he came with an aim: to cure Ricky." The boy
started to sob again as his mother hugged him.

	"But... but then, who was him?" Ricky could have answered his
father's question, but he kept silence. How could he explain to his father
that Jeff was his own father?" Betty then said:

	"Robert, please, don't try to understand what we cannot clarify;
simple: admit it!" She paused. "Only a limited number or persons had known
him, therefore, if we are asked we'll tell them that his parents came to
pick him up and were hurry to return home." For the first time, Ricky
smiled and hugged his mother.

	"Why are you so clever mom? It isn't strange that Jeff admired
you." Robert still had many doubts, but had no one who could clarify them,
so he took the bicycles and dropped them on the back of the pickup, as he
said:

	"Let's enjoy the Independence Day Feast!" They entered in the car
and drove to the lake. A few hours later he received a message in his
mobile phone: "Your father has waked up from his lethargy asking for a huge
breakfast. We'll make some checking before releasing him. He'll phone you
tomorrow." Now Robert understood.

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

Jeff heard Ricky warning and pulled back hard the breaks, and then felt how
the bike skidded and shocked against something; launching him over it like
a ragged doll. He fell on the soft cushion of pine leaves, feeling a little
pain on his right knee that started to bleed.

	"Gee! I'm bleeding; Ricky will say I'm a silly ash!" He murmured as
he touched his pocket to extract his hankie, but felt the pocket book that
Ricky had given him; he had not any handkerchief; so he shouted: "Ricky I'm
here!" Nobody responded, so he stood to take the bike, but nothing was
there. He then started to think about his situation; he still was very
confused. "I'll find those herbs to heal my wounds." In that moment an old
Ford model car stopped, on the door it showed "County Police Sheriff". He
thought that was a disguise as part of the feast; however, a man dressed in
light brown uniform and with a heavy gun hanging from his waist, descended
from the car and approached him. His face was familiar to him but could not
identify him:

	"Are you hurt, boy! I see your knee is bleeding." Waite a minute, I
have a first-aid kit in the car." Jeff was astonished as the man came with
a metal box and opened it; they sat down on an old trunk and then the man
extracted some crystal pot, and with an impregnate gauze cleaned the wound
as he said: "It's an antiseptic, it may annoy you a little bit; it's a
small scrap. You will survive." When finished, he stared at the boy; Jeff
bent the head and said:

	"Thank you very much, sir. You are very kind." That expression even
shocked more to the policeman.

	"Nothing to thank about, it's my obligation and duty." He
paused. "Now young lad I need some answers. What are you doing in this
lonely place and how you have made this wound?" Jeff had started to guess
the truth.

	"I came with other boys riding our mountain bikes, there was some
fog and I think a shocked with something and fell here." The man looked
around and grinned; however he felt the boy was not cheating him.

	"There is neither any person here nor any bicycle. You are alone
and wounded..." The sheriff looked at the boy intensely as Jeff
trembled. "How to explain this man what had really happened?" He thought.

	"Sir, I'm telling you the truth. I don't know what has happened
but..." Jeff was close to start crying.  The man smiled widely, rubbed the
boy's back and said:

	"I believe you, Jeff Larsen. You gave me a lot of headaches some
weeks ago when you disappeared. Many people searched thru these mountains
and in the whole county during a week, though I guessed the truth. Now you
have confirmed my guessing and have come back; your parents will be more
than happy to know it." Jeff opened wide the eyes astonished as some tears
dropped from his eyes.

	"Do you mean we are on July 4th 1928?"

	"That's correct, my boy." Jeff instinctively hugged the man very
hard as he cried. After some minutes, the sheriff got him back on his seat
as he continued: "I suppose you have not been very far from here; the place
was the same, but trees, buildings, cars were different; am I right?"

	"How do you know that? I thought nobody would believe me." The man
ruffled the boy's curly hair.

	"And you were right. Nobody will believe you, except me. Why? You
are not the first young boy or girl that have disappeared and come back
again. I had three other cases like yours. When we were tired searching for
you I told your parents secretly; they did not believe me, but I convinced
them to stop trying to find you. They reluctantly accepted because your
grandmother confirmed my suspicions." Jeff then grinned.

	"I suppose she got the information from "Golden Hawk" and..."

	"I wonder where she got the information about, but she was sure you
eventually would come back.  The problem was that nobody knew this detail."

	"I either." Jeff said as he paused. "And now sheriff, what shall I
do? I can't say the truth that I have been in 1998 and that your car is an
expensive relic." Then Jeff extracted the pocket book and showed the last
page to the sheriff. "Please, look at this: Printed on June, 1998." The
sheriff smiled.

	"You don't need to demonstrate it to me; as I said I believe
you. Now listen to me carefully Jeff Larsen, please. I don't want to know
anything about what you have seen or done. I am afraid this will be a heavy
burden for you during the rest of your life, and if you are silly enough to
begin telling everyone what you know, you will end into a mental hospital,
because nobody will believe you."

	"I know it; that's what I told Ricky and Marian before I..." The
sheriff interrupted him.

	"Jeff, I'm serious and I know what I'm talking about. Of the three
cases I knew before you, two of them, a boy and girl more or less of your
age, followed my advice and forgot everything. They happily lived and
died. The third, a young man, insisted that he had been in Dallas 1963 and
had watched how a man murdered J.F. Kennedy when he was President of this
nation." He paused. "Kennedy now is a boy of your age, Jeff. What would you
think?"

	"You are right sheriff. The problem is that he was right and was
telling the truth."

	"Well Jeff, now we have to justify your absence. Your family made a
lot of fuss in the press. I understood them because they had lost one son,
but we have to do something." He paused and thought.  Then Jeff said:

	"I'm very fond of the Indians; even I agreed a brotherhood with one
of them. What about if we said I have been spending some time in a survival
exercise as proof of my passing from childhood to manhood? I know this will
not convince some persons but I think it may works, because the Indians do
this with their boys. It is a proof a maturity."

	"You smart boy...!" He ruffled Jeff's hair again and the boy
grinned satisfied. "Yes, it is a good idea; I'll say I have found you near
lost in the mountings, if they ask me. I think we'll succeed." Jeff then
asked the man:

	"Sheriff, may I call you Harris?" The man grinned and thought that
if any person had the right to call him by his name, he was this brave and
intelligent boy.

	·Yes Jeff. I'll love being your friend."

	"In that case Harris, I must say you something: following this mad
situation, if you are a shareholder, please, sell all of your shares before
the year ends." The man fixed his eyes somewhere and did not respond
immediately.

	"Yes it is a mad time; likewise, your father advised me more or
less the same; he believes this cannot continue for a long
time. Fortunately I don't have much capital, only some savings that I
inherited from my father two years ago." The man did not ask anything. "I
think we must go, it is getting late and soon it will be dark." He paused,
then continued: "I cannot present you dressed like this after being in a
survival."  They laughed as he went to the back of the car and got some old
dirty clothes, more or less of Jeff's size.  "Wear these. You will remain
in the car until I talk to your parents; I don't want a crowd in their tent
when you enter. You will need some time of privacy." Jeff sighed as he
said:

	"I'm not the only smart person in this place." The sheriff giggled
as he started the car engine. Jeff also grinned watching the new car. The
sheriff understood but did not make any comment. They arrived when the
people had started cutting the meat from the roasted beef. They parked the
vehicle behind the row of tents as the sheriff said:

	"Waite for me here; it won't be long." The policeman left and went
directly to Jeff parents' tent. As usual the twins were arguing with their
dishes full of roasted meat. Olaf and Jeanette were sad and were discarding
the meat that the twins had brought when the sheriff entered. The woman
stared at the man and her heart of a mother guessed some good news.

	"Harris, you look happy. Do you have any good news? The man grinned
satisfied.

	"They are better than good, my friends; but excellent. Please don't
allow anybody in this tent, except you and the twins." Before she could ask
anything, the man left, and only seconds later, he raised the tent's lap as
he said: "Here you are the news." Jeff entered, and as he was dressed
differently they did not recognized him immediately. The first to discover
it were the twins, they dropped their dishes as both shouted at unison:

	"Jeff!!! It is Jeff!!!" The boy went to where his parents were
almost paralyzed. The twins reached him and both at the same time jumped on
top of the boy. Jeff could not stand and fell on the sandy floor as his
brothers repeatedly kissed and kissed him. The noise that they made and
yells called Karl's attention that was also outside near them. Jeff's
parents also ran and fell on top of their children making a heap. Mother,
father and sons on their knees hugged tenderly; Jeff could not retain his
tears and kissed his parents and brothers repeatedly.

	"I have missed you, mom. I've missed all of you a lot." Then Karl,
Uncle Peter, and the girls... formed a large group hugging happily and
welcoming the boy. Nobody made any question; there would be time for that;
now was the time to celebrate their son's return safely. The news spread
over the lake as burning powder. It was crowded with Indians; not many
whites were there, except the Larsen family and their employees. After the
emotions had calmed down, Jeff's father jumped on top of one of his cars
and raised his arm to impose silence. Then he said:

	"Friends; today is the eve of our National Independence Day, but
besides it, today is also the happiest day of my life: my son Jeffrey has
returned safely. I deeply thank to all gods of the Universe, and especially
to the Great Spirit, for letting me seeing my son again." The mention of
the High Spirit roared from the Indians that shouted as if they were going
into the battle. Jeff was considered as one of them, even more, because all
of them believed he had been in the realm where the spirits live. Jeff's
father continued: "Enjoy tonight, and as soon as it is dark we'll start the
fireworks and not wait for tomorrow." That made the children to shouts
happily. Then they returned to one of the tents that they had installed to
spend the night; the sheriff was sat down near his uncle Peter relating the
boy's adventures during his survival; Karl could not be happier and had his
right arm on his cousin shoulders.

Everybody was happy except Aunty Nora, Karl's mother, though she did not
demonstrate it. She was terribly jealous of her nephew, she would have
liked her son were the object of those manifestations of love and
admiration, but she could not put up the Indians. She hated them all, and
forced her children to follow her command. She would have never fallen on
the floor like Jeanette had done with her children; she thought her sister
in law had forgotten her high class principles, in spite she was coming
from an old aristocratic family. Her stream of thoughts was interrupted as
she observed how one of the twins, Olaf, whispered something on Jeff's
ear. The boy excused himself with his parents and went out.

Not far in a dark corner he found Joe standing. The Indian was reluctant to
hug publicly anyone since those were old rules, but he could not stop
himself and both boys went into a tight embrace. Joe knew something about
Jeff trip, and that his friend had not been in a survival hike. After some
time they separated and sat on an old white rock.

	"I'm very happy that you are back, my brother. Golden Hawk told me
you were not lost and would come back, but he ignored when; also that you
were in the realm of the spirits. I suppose you have seen many things
and..." Jeff got serious; he could not cheat his blood brother but also he
could not tell the truth; it was a dilemma for him.

	"You know I would never cheat you, my brother, but... I would
prefer not to tell you anything." Jeff then placed his hand on the Indian
boy's shoulder as he continued. "I cannot tell you some good things because
they are strongly associated to very sad news. Believe me, it is a heavy
burden for me." He paused and the impassive Indian did not tell
anything. "It is better that you ignore everything, amongst other things,
because you wouldn't believe them." He paused. "Only I will tell you one
thing: Golden Hawk is wrong, I haven't been in any realm.  Please touch the
stone that you gave me." Joe was confused as he answered his friend.

	"You are not wearing the stone. What did do with it?" Jeff grinned,
now he knew the stone had brilliance only with some determined persons, but
not for all. He took Joe's hand and placed it on his chest; he felt the
invisible stone and a strange sensation that made him to retract his
hand. "I believe you, brother. It is not a common stone and I don't want to
know anything about your absence." After a while he added: "You don't ask
me about Linda..." That name brought him his last moments with Marian and
he sighed.

	"You don't need to tell me anything. Please keep any information
for you as she would have liked. I know she loved me and I did nothing to
thank her; now it is too late." Joe immediately assumed that his friend had
changed a lot, and that he was not anymore that innocent boy he knew weeks
ago; he watched some sadness in his eyes. He stood and hugged again his
friend, but could not stop his eyes flooded his cheeks with tears of
remorse. Jeff stared at his friend astonished.

	"Why do you cry, brother? It is the first time I see you like
this. Between sobs Joe could say:

	"Probably you know, or will know with the time, Linda's
unhappiness; I am the origin and responsible of them." Jeff was ready to
stop his friend, but Joe raised his hand, letting him know he had not
finished yet.  "You well know she had a crush on you and her plans were to
study to be a children teacher; she did not want to get married, but I
forced her to do it." He paused and started sobbing again. Jeff took the
opportunity to argue.

	"You cannot blame yourself as she could not be obliged to marry
that Canadian. No one, even your Grand father could do it; it is strictly
forbidden by the Tribe's laws, unless..." He then recalled Marian's words
when she pressed the magic quartz. There was something she had found out
about her great grandmother and did not want to share with him: "You have
already a heavy burden and all this is history..." She had said.  Then Joe
continued.

	"Yes there was something that forced her to marry this man: She
was... she was expecting a baby, and I have been responsible for this. I
hided the fact that I was already a man; otherwise she would have stopped
our sex relationship and... I was a selfish, but..." Jeff then said.

	"She could have married you to save the tribe's honour and her
pride. I know that Gold Hawk liked this idea and..."

	"You forget something important; he liked me as a sex partner and a
cousin, but never as a husband; that place was already occupied by you in
her heart. When I proposed this to her she grinned sadly and said: "This
will be your punishment Joe for not being honest to me; you will never know
your son or daughter, because I'll never return to the Tribe. Only two
weeks ago she got married and left for Canada. I don't have any news from
her. It seems some people know these facts, especially my grandfather;
since then he has drastically changed his behaviour about me." The boys
hugged again as Jeff said.

	"Brother, the time will heal all these wounds; you will have many
things to think about and soon Linda will be shade in your heart. Once all
this is over I'll call you; I want to pay a visit to Golden Hawk. Please
tell him that he is in my heart." In that moment the fireworks started and
many persons, especially boys and girls shouted happily; mostly the little
ones. Olaf and Peter came giving their hands to two lovely eleven-years-old
Indians twin girls; soon they disappeared in the thick forest. Also Karl
came to where they were standing. Joe extended his hand, Karl looked around
and then took Joe's and also disappeared behind the vehicles parked near
the water. Jeff felt a little sad and went to seat between his parents;
extended his arms over their shoulders as he sighed: "I have missed you a
lot. We have important things to talk about." His mother then said kissing
her son with love:

	"Leave them for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and now enjoy
the fireworks and that we are again a family.

CHAPTER 21
-----------------

They all spent the night and the next day together; later next day they
returned to the farm. The first to receive him was his grandmother. The old
woman took her favourite grandson to her chest and retained him for a long
minute as her tears dribbled along her still fresh cheeks, then took the
boy to her large leather couch and both sat. Jeff laid his back on the soft
leather, placing his curly haired head on her lap as she rubbed softly his
scalp; that was something she used to do since he was a little boy.

	"I suppose you have many things to explain. Golden Hawk assured me
you would come back, but he did not know when. He's a good man."

	"And a good lover, too; isn't he, Abuela?" She smiled and jabbed
her dear grandson.

	"You are a naughty boy, Jeff. Do you know that?" We'll talk about
this subject if you want to, my child."

	"I don't mind granny, it's your business and nobody else's." He
paused and then said: "Abuela, I'll tell you everything about my
experience, but you must promise me that you will believe me because I'll
tell the truth. Yet, it is almost impossible to believe."

	"I would believe you even if you tell me you murdered Lincoln." The
boy grinned as he said:

	"Not so far granny! Not so far! All of contrary." He then sat near
the old lady instead on lying on her lap. "Granny I have been in the
future, not in the past, exactly in 1998. When I discovered it I couldn't
believe it. The roads are wider, vehicles faster and there are a great
amount of airliners crossing the country skies and the world in a few
hours. Especially there was one faster than the day light. Can you imagine?
I saw it in the airport. This machine can fly from New York to Paris in
three hours, so you have breakfast and then you arrive to Paris before
breakfast time." The old lady stopped the boy.

	"Jeff, you better don't talk about this to anybody, otherwise you
may end in a mental hospital." The boy laughed loudly.

	"I know this granny. Harris told me the same words and I think it
is a good advice; but I wanted to tell you, only to you the real truth." He
paused. "However, there are other subjects, many of them very sad ones."
Jeff again laid his head on the old woman lap and started telling her all
his experiences. It was near dark when he finally said... "Even I knew how
you died and with whom."

	"Please son, stop; it is enough with Olaf, Peter and Karl. I should
not have asked you anything." She was crying with muffled sobs. After a
while in silence she said: "Tomorrow you will explain your father and Uncle
Peter all about the oil and the main points of your story, but don't tell
them anything regarding our family fates; that burden is only for you and
for me. Now have a good dinner and go to sleep; fortunately there is not
any girl sleeping in the rooms connected with the gallery." Jeff grinned,
kissed his adored grandmother and left. She had strictly prohibited that
anyone could visit the boy.

The following morning they all have breakfast together in the main dinning
room; obviously the girls and his twins did not stop making questions that
Jeff politely answered inventing many fiction stories that pleased the
young children. Then Peter, one of the twins, said:

	"Jeff, we have a better story to tell you, but this is a real
one. Tonight we'll tell you." The boy grinned but in his heart there was a
deep wound that would take many years to heal. Margarita stood and said:

	"Now, Jeff is going to talk to his father and Uncle Peter
alone. There is important news for them and we cannot interfere in the
men's business." Jeff's mother even thanked God for not being present, she
did not want to know anything; she was only interested on her son's
physical and mental health, and he seemed now so great...She had to dry her
eyes as they were blurred. However, Nora was near to explode; she hated
that old woman that she could not manage at her wish as she did with her
children and partially with her husband. They stood and the two men and the
boy went into the library, locking the door. When they entered and sat,
Jeff started.

	Dad, Uncle Peter, before I start telling you where I have been, you
must promise me you will believe what I'm going to explain, and that no
one, I repeat, no one word about what I tell you will be released to
anyone. Then you will understand why." The two brothers stared at each
other and Peter, as usual, said:

	"Jeff you have our words. I suppose it must be grave enough, and
that what you are going to say affects others."

	"It might affect, Uncle Peter." Jeff paused. "Dad, when I
disappeared near the Bullhead rock, you and the car also disappeared from
me; I couldn't see or hear you. I observed that the road was wider and
paved.  The trees were taller and thicker. In the sky very high up I
watched like a trail of smoke; later I found it was an airliner probably
with two or three hundreds passengers on board, flying on a line of forty
thousands feet high." The brothers opened wide their mouths. "I had jumped
in the time, seventy years ahead; therefore, I was in 1998..." From here
Jeff explained all what we already know, except the episodes of sex. Three
hours later he ended with a question: "Dad, did you buy the land to Uncle
Charlie?"

	"Yes. Uncle Peter had signed the documents two days before you
disappeared. We have been severely criticised because we have paid more
than it values; but you know Uncle Charlie is special for us; he is not
just a strange person." Jeff grinned.

	"You have done the best purchase than you can imagine. Under that
land there is a lake of oil, dad; it is about six thousands yards deep, but
it is there." Peter smiled.

	"Jeff, at this deepness it is impossible to extract any oil." The
boy chuckled.

	"Uncle Peter, I have watched movies extracting oil at the double
and in the middle of the North Sea.  Norway is a great oil producer; even
England has a large deposit of gas. Sorry, I am talking as if I still were
in 1998. Technology has advanced a lot in this field and in many others."
Jeff had to explain everything he knew; of course the men could not believe
what the boy was telling them. Jeff had also referred about the World War
Two that had impacted him so hard. His uncle Peter then said:

	"Jeff, you maybe confused. During the Great War there was not any
bomb, as you said." Jeff bent his head recalling what Ricky had said him
about his brothers and cousin destinies. He almost in a murmur said:

	"Uncle Peter, I wish I had been confused. The World War Two caused
more than fifty millions deaths. This should have been enough to stop any
kind of war; however, US entered in new wars round the world, though
nothing to compare with WW II. If you don't mind, I don't want to speak
about this subject again." Then they heard the voice of Margarita:

	"Peter, Olaf, you have enough information to prevent us going into
a real catastrophe and, at the same time, to avoid innocents to pay what
they are not causing, such as our worker's families, and especially the
Indian Community."

The men stood and nodded to what their mother had said. She was right, they
could help some persons, but could not interfere in the History, as clearly
Jeff had stated. It was impossible to believe what the boy had explained in
detail. When the brothers were alone under the large oak tree, Peter said:

	"Olaf, I can't believe what your son has said. On the other hand,
he's so sure..."

	"I believe him, Peter. You will be able to see if he is right or
not. What he had explained is more or less what we have been guessing; the
present situation cannot last forever. Wait until next year; meantime we
must do what our mother has said. That's all." He was right. What is known
as the "Great Depression of 1929 exploded on the spring of the following
year; ruining many persons.

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

Seventy years had elapsed from the time of the above events till Robert
received the message from the Zurich's Clinic. The following day he
received a call from his exultant father.

	"Robert, how are you my son and the children, especially Ricky?"
Robert sighed happily.

	"Dad, many things have happened while you were in that
situation. The best: Ricky is cured; something as an angel came and healed
him; unfortunately the angel's gone." He paused to breath because he
couldn't speak of emotion. "Dad, we'll talk when you come back, my heart is
telling me..." Jeff grinned and interrupted his son.

	"We'll talk as much as you want. Robert, I feel wonderful, so I'll
visit Paris as I had planned; from there I'll call you in order you send
the plane to pick me up.

	"Okay dad. Take care of yourself and let us know anything that you
might need." They cut the line and Jeff prepared himself for his trip to
Paris. He made some purchases, especially two watches, one for Ricky and
another one for Marian. He flew to Paris and installed himself in a
comfortable little hotel in the "Champs Élysees" that he knew well. The
next day was Friday and he liked to get up early and walk thru the centre
of large town under the freshness of the morning, returning before it was
too hot, though he was used to that weather. At the entry of a corner of
the park, there was a news-stand attended by a woman. Jeff liked to buy the
paper and sat on a marble bench to read about the fresh news. He approached
the stand, and at the moment of taking the paper, the head line on the
cover of a magazine, called his attention; it read: "Dr Larsen speaks for
his readers." He took the magazine as the woman said:

	"You are lucky, sir. It is the last one. When Dr Larsen writes,
immediately the publication disappears.  He writes in such a manner, that
everybody and especially housewives understand very well: He is a good
doctor and a better person." The loquacity of the woman made Jeff to ask
her.

	"Do you know him, lady?"

	"Yes sir. I have been in his surgery three times with my
grandchild, that little girl who is playing there." She pointed out to a
six or seven-years-old girl that was playing near a tree, as she
continued. "She had a tumour in her little cerebrum and Dr Larsen removed
it. She's a lovely and bright child, even she speaks English. Sir, would
you like to ask her in your language?" Jeff grinned as the talkative woman
called the little girl. "Angela, this gentleman is American and..." The
girl felt embarrassed but she loved her grand mother and wanted to please
her.

	"Good morning sir. I'm sorry sir, but my grandma is always asking
me to speak in English, so she can brag telling her friends."

	"Oh don't worry little girl." You have beautiful eyes, Angela." The
child smiled flirting a little.

	"That's what Françoise says." She got read.

	"Who's Françoise? Is he your school mate?"

	"Yes sir; we are in the same school, but he's a year ahead than I
am, since he is seven and I am six.  He's my boyfriend and I'm his girl."

	"Very good little Angela. I hope you keep well."

	"Thanks sir; you are very kind." Jeff smiled and addressing to the
woman he added: "Certainly her English is better than my French." The woman
could not be happier.

	"Sir, if you want to meet Dr Larsen, he had his surgery not far
from here; about fifteen minutes walking." She then took a paper slip and
wrote the address.

	"Thanks Madame. I hope the little Angela has not any further
problem on her recovery; she deserves that." Jeff said goodbye before the
woman could start talking again. He crossed the grand Boulevard and as the
woman had said, he found the street and the number. It was an old building,
most likely built at the end of the 19th Century and had been restored, as
most of that area. He entered in the hall and found a dressed with uniform
janitor behind his desk; he informed him the doctor's surgery was on the
first floor. The building had five floors with a central elevator that
seemed had been installed the day before. However he did not use it and
walked up using the carpeted wide stairs; everything looked immaculate and
the brass bars shone as recently polished. He entered as a woman on her
thirties was talking slowly on the phone; motioning to wait some
seconds. In front there were a boy of about five or six years-old and his
mom; the boy had the head wrapped with bandage.

	"Excuse me sir I couldn't attend you before; Fridays are busy,
especially at this time." She justified herself as she asked. "Can I help
you, sir?" Jeff looked as he was an intruder in that temple.

	"Well... certainly young lady." The woman grinned with the
compliment. "I would like to see Dr Larsen, if it is possible."

	"Do you have an appointment with him? Because according to my
agenda, that little boy and his mother are next and the last for today,
since the Dr. must go to the Hospital. They had not agreed their visit, but
they are special because the boy was operated last week." In that moment
the phone rang and she answered something that Jeff could not
understand. When finished, Jeff said:

	"It is not an urgent matter; I can come some other day." Jeff
extracted a card from his pocket.  "Please give this to Dr Larsen." The
woman took the card and placed it under an empty clean ashtray used as
paperweight. Jeff left as a woman with a little boy came out from Dr
Larsen's office; she could scarcely keep her sobs back. Jeff descended
slowly the marble stairs as the nurse introduced the last patient. Some
time later the boy and his mother left; she seemed very happy as she
commented to the nurse:

	"The tumour is benign; that's what the doctor has said. God bless
him."

	"Congratulation Madame." The lady thanked the nurse and left. A
couple of minutes later, a man dressed in an unpolluted white gown came
out. He was tall, apparently in his early fifties; he showed abundant white
hair, probably once was blond. He smiled to the woman and said:

	"It has been a very busy week and all I want is to get home. Next
Monday I'll come a little later Mrs Lain; I must go to the hospital very
early." He was to return into his office when the young lady said.

	"Excuse me doctor, but before the last patient entered, you have
received a visit. He was a very old and elegant gentleman; I would say he
was on his late seventies or early eighties; he wanted to see you."

	"Didn't you get his name? I'm not expecting anybody."

	"No, because he gave me his card and I had not time to read it; the
phone did not stop ringing." She then extracted the card and handed it to
the doctor. Pierre Larsen took the card that read: "Jeffrey Larsen.  United
Companies Ltd." Jeff had written the name of the hotel underneath. Pierre
felt a strange sensation as he asked the woman.

	"Mrs Lain, do you still have that friend in the USA embassy?"

	"Yes sir. Why?

	"Please call him and ask if they know anything regarding this group
of companies." He gave the name and entered in his office to change his
dress. He had not finished when the woman knocked on his door. "Come in,
please."

	"They said it is a very important Group in the west coast, with
interests in multiples fields; mostly oil and hospitals; a Holding that had
sponsored..."

	"Thanks Mrs Lain; it is enough for the moment. If you ever contact
your friend, thanks him on my behalf." Pierre guessed something in
connection with his own family. He thought for himself: "Would this man be
part of my father's family in America? My mother never mentioned any part
of US. It would be great that after so many years I discovered them. "He
said goodbye and left.

Jeff, as soon as he entered in the hotel, asked at the reception desk for
the annual phone-book. He wore the glasses and paged until he reached "L";
surprisingly he found there were only two persons in Paris named Larsen,
Pierre and Maria; the latter referred to an art gallery. He asked for a
coffee and sat in a corner of the lounge in the first floor. From there he
could watch the large boulevard and the dense traffic. Suddenly the waiter
came with the service and a portable phone.

	"Sir, you have a phone call."

	"Thanks." When the waiter got off, he said: Jeff Larsen speaking."
Then the voice of a man was heard thru the line.

	"I'm Dr Larsen. I just have read your card and I would like to meet
you. Where are you now?" Jeff explained him where he was. It was a nice
surprise to hear the correct English, spoken by the doctor without any hint
of ascent. He started to speculate; there were many possibilities, probably
this man descended from a Dutch family or..." He did not have time to
think, because in that moment appeared an elegant tall man on his fifties;
as he approached he noticed a light smile that showed a dimple he had on
his right cheek. Jeff heart beat hard into his chest since the man's
features were not strange to him. He stood as both men shook hands.

	"Thanks for coming, doctor Larsen, but I'm curious. Our surname is
rare and scarce. I have checked on the phone list and there are only two
persons with this surname in Paris."

	"Yes, the other one is my wife. She has an art gallery; well... in
fact there is another person that doesn't figure in phone book: my son
Jeffrey Larsen, so the same as you are." The waiter came and placed another
coffee on the small table. Jeff then said:

	"Since I have started this, I'll explain who I am. My family lives
in California where we have our interests. We are scarce of males, but it
is not our fault; I had two brothers named Peter and Olaf and a cousin name
Karl." Pierre heard those names and near jumped from seat; and Jeff
continued. "The three died being very young, they were fighting as pilots
against the Nazis, based in the south of England. We recovered only one
corpse, Karl's. Peter and Olaf, my dearest twins, never returned dead of
alive." Saying this Jeff could not stop his old eyes blurred and a tear
dribbled down his cheek. "Sorry doctor Larsen, I am too old and sometimes I
cannot keep my emotions back, especially talking about my brothers." They
kept silence for some seconds as Jeff continued. "Later, we found out Olaf
had left a child, a little girl, but since he was not married, we had not
any right on respect of her. My father placed all his influence, but in
vain. The girl's grandfather, an aristocrat named Clarington stopped
us. After many efforts, he only allowed us to see the child during our
visits to Europe, until many years later." Pierre looked intensely the old
man as he said near as a pray:

	"Sir, my father was Captain Peter Larsen and he had a twin brother
named Olaf." The two men stood and both went into a silent embrace. When
they disentangled Pierre explained: "Now I know why my father wanted to
name me Jeffrey, instead of Peter or Pierre." He paused. Unfortunately I
did not know him; he died two days later after the "D" day; the date of my
birth."

	"Why didn't you or your mother contact us?"

	"It is a long and sad story, Uncle Jeff. When she was on her
seventh month of pregnancy, my father, following his colleagues in the
Resistance's advice, persuaded my mother to remain "out of service"; she
reluctantly accepted. They placed her in a lovely villa in the outskirt of
Paris where my father came from time to time to visit her. She had a big
womb and they thought she might have twins; he was a twin himself, and
other two cousin girls were twins.

	"He was right; he referred to Karl's sisters that today lives in
Baltimore, married and with many grand children." Pierre smiled and
continued.

	"Two days before day "D" he knew the time and day of the great
operation, and the actions to be carried out. Before he departed, he gave
her his passports and the address of his family in America, just in case he
got dead or prisoner; she was a brave woman and used to those dangerous and
risk moments, so she understood. Before leaving he added: "Please Lola, as
agreed, if they are twin boys, we'll name them Peter and Olaf. If he's a
boy we'll name him Jeffrey; as my brother. Girls are your right to name as
you prefer." However, she deeply loved her husband and when I came into
this world, still in war; she named me as her man, as she used to say when
she referred about my father. Many years later, my son was born, and I felt
the obligation to comply with my father's will."

	"That's a beautiful and tender story... By the way, before we
continue updating, if you have not any other compromise, may I invite you
to lunch; then we can continue talking. I cannot return to the States
without knowing your family and visiting my brother's grave."

	"It will be a great pleasure for me. I am free till 5:00 pm that I
must go to pick Jeffrey up in his school.  Today is his last day before
summer holidays. It will be a great surprise for him to know his name's
origin. My wife Ana née Sierra, ends late on Friday." Jeff rubbed his
chin as he asked.

	"Peter, where is your father's grave?" Pierre grinned.

	"It is about two car hours thru motorway, not far from the
coast. You are impatient, aren't you? We can go tomorrow the three of
us. Ana is not very fond of that type of visits; but Jeffrey would love
it." Jeff grinned.

	"May I make a phone call?"

	"Of course. I need a pee before we start lunch." When Pierre came
back Jeff grinned as he replaced his mobile phone into his pocket.

	"Well I wonder if you will agree or not, in any case I have to
confirm."

	"What do you need to confirm?"

	"I have reserved a four seats helicopter for 6:00 this afternoon,
so we have time to pick the boy up.  They have confirmed there is a place
to land at the entry of the cemetery, normally used by the authorities in
the annual day, and for visitors, especially from America."

	"That will be a great surprise for Jeffry! I'll tell Ana, though I
don't want to tell her anything about you.  That surprise is for tomorrow's
evening. I'll make a call." Grinning Jeff said:

	"It is okay; I'm too old and I need to pee frequently." Jeff's
nephew chuckled as he murmured and watched his uncle walking to the
toilettes:

	"I imagine what a trio you, my father, and Uncle Olaf made when you
were young!" He made the call and his wife was too busy to take part in the
trip, however, when Pierre told her about tomorrow having a special guest
in the house, not in the flat, she commented.

	"He must be a very special person; you rarely take anyone to your
mother's house. For that and for many things, I am absolutely ready my
handsome man." He smiled.

	·Thanks guapisima Lola (most beautiful, in Spanish). He is a
very special guest."

After lunch, they sat comfortably in the lounge to spend the time to
collect the boy at the school. Jeff was anxious to know more about his dear
brother, and said:

	"I don't understand why your father did not contact either Olaf or
Karl. Olaf's plane was shot down early 1943 and Karl's in the spring of
1944."

	"Uncle Jeff, I need to relate starting from the beginning of his
stay in England. On the other hand, we have known the details just a few
years ago, when the British authorities raised the secrets imposed during
the war to all of their activities; so I am now in position to clarify
them." Jeff kept silence and Pierre started.

"My mother came to England in December 1936 when she was eleven-years-old,
as part of a contingent of Spanish refugee children; they were shipped in a
British frigate from Bilbao to save them from Franco's fascist forces. A
childless couple named Hamilton took her to their farm in Kent. They loved
the beautiful girl, as they used to say when telling me about her. To make
it short, my mother loved them and much more when a few months later they
knew the death of his parents in Spain. She had been especially gifted on
learning foreign languages, so in a few months she started school in the
morning, and helped her new parents during the rest of day. Soon she
demonstrated her intelligence and the Hamilton could not be happier and
proud with their daughter, as she was the first of his class. Years went by
and Britain declared the war to Germany and she, along with other bunch of
boys and girls, helped in the defence of the British coast. In 1942 an
officer came to interview her; now we know the man was from ME5. What they
talked during the interview my mother never disclosed to anybody, though we
guess it. She returned home and after kissing her parents they sat near the
fire:

       "Father, I want your authorization and blessing, because tomorrow an
officer will come to pick me up.  England needs me, and I'll go to fight
our enemies, not with a gun, but with my intelligence and determination."
You can imagine the reaction of her foster parents. Mrs Hamilton started
crying trying to convince her to stay out of the war; however, her husband
hugged her very tight and kissed her forehead as he said.

       "I wish I could go myself. You have all my blessing, but Rose,
please, never forget that we are your parents and love you; we'll be
waiting for your return praying God every day for you safety. The man's
eyes were wet, as she answered him.

       "Thanks dad. I won't forget. I can't say you any further word, only
that you will be in my heart and the job which I start is a risky one; I
can't deceive you." Nothing more was told. That night the light was on
until the following morning when a car picked her up. They drove to a
hidden place not far from Oxford; there, the next morning, she met her
colleagues, most of them were men; amongst them was my father. Six months
later the training ended. The Colonel called the successful ones and gave
them some money to spend their last 24 hours of freedom. He added: "Before
the sunset you must be here to know your future tasks." My parents had hit
each other and were friends; as my mother put it later, "who couldn't put
the eyes off of the handsomest man of the group?" My mother told me she was
kissed for the first time that night, but nothing else. The surprise came
when she met the Colonel; when she entered into his office could watch that
my father was already sat down arguing with her Colonel. She overheard:
"Peter, you are captain and must assume your grade. I haven't anything else
to add." However the bomb had not yet been dropped, as the Colonel showed
her the other seat.

       "Well... I don't know how to proceed. Rose Hamilton, by now you will
recover your former Spanish surname." Saying this, he handled a legal
Spanish passport to her. "For your mission it is advisable; Franco is
Hitler's friend, so you will be well considered by German forces. We need
Peter with you; therefore you must marry him before your departure." She
was to argue as my father grinned, but the Colonel added: "We have a priest
and judge here, both are eagerly to marry you. When you return safely, if
you do, we'll help you to get divorced if still you don't like each
other. I hope this never happen." And they got married. My mother told me
many anecdotes and jokes about her forced marriage, but deep in her heart
she felt the happiest girl of the world. As a married couple and double
passports, they travelled to Lisbon, visiting the poor and destroyed Spain
and entered in France. As soon as they contacted their men in a place near
Paris, they disappeared for the rest of the world. No call, no letter, no
message, they vanished, except for the Colonel, who was their direct
contact." Pierre had a look to his watch and said:

       "We must go, Uncle Jeff. We'll continue later."

       "Yes, you are right." A man from the reception desk called
announcing that the taxi was waiting for them. They boarded the vehicle and
drove to the school to meet Jeffrey. Jeff and Pierre entered into the
school's large hall as some boys and girls starting coming out talking
loudly. Pierre approached to one of the hall doors while Jeff remained
contemplating a painting. Jeffrey came out from his classroom with his
backpack, and as he kissed his father, the boy fixed his sight on the old
man. He felt something strange and told his father.

       "Dad, I know that man, but I don't know who he is." Pierre grinned.

       "That's my surprise. He's my Uncle Jeff, so the origin of your
name." Impulsively the boy left the backpack on the floor and quickly
approached Jeff. The old man turned the head and watched how the revived
image of his younger brother Peter came to him; his heart bumped into his
chest as he opened wide his arms and Jeffrey hugged him round the hips. No
words was said as Jeff rubbed the boy's black hair and kissed him on the
head. After a while Pierre approached, Jeffrey murmured.

	"Uncle Jeff, why have you waited so long to come to us?" The man
dragged again to his chest the boy's head as he couldn't avoid two tears
dribbled down his wrinkled cheeks.

	"We ignored there was a beautiful Jeffry here; but from now on, you
will be fed up of me; I promise."  The boy smiled. They separated a little
as Jeff examined the boy carefully. "Jeffrey, you are the living image of
your grandfather, except for the colour of your hair; he was blond." The
boy took his backpack and gave his right hand to Jeff, as if he had known
him his whole life. They boarded the taxi and five minutes later they were
in helicopter field. The boy stared at his father and uncle a little bit
confused. Jeff noted that: "Haven't you ever flown in a helicopter?"

	"As far I can remember I have never been into one." This will be
the first time."

	"This afternoon you will. We'll go to a place that you know very
well." They boarded the machine and after some instructions from the pilot,
fastened the belts, wore the earphones and the helicopter raised into the
sky over Paris' last houses. Jeffrey was pointing out to Jeff those places
he knew. They flew directly to the northeast bound to Calais. Some time
later the helicopter landed near a large field covered with white
crosses. At this time nobody was there, except the guardian. There were no
gates, since the field was surrounded by tall trees. The boy then said:

	"Dad, please give me some money." Pierre gave a banknote to the boy
as the adults continued walking up to a point near a corner; among
thousands, Pierre pointed out a cross on which has been written in capital
black letters: "Captain P. L." Jeff trembled; the emotion overtook him as
he placed his hand on the small cross and kissed it. Then he watched how
Jeffrey removed a dry bunch of flowers and placed a nice bouquet he had
just purchased. Jeff was held by the moment of finding his dear brother's
corpse.

	"Why his name is not completely shown, as the rest." He asked his
nephew.

	"That was my first question, too, when I came here. My mother told
me that all persons that fought clandestinely were treated the same; just
to prevent fanatics could take revenge on the corpses. I suppose now we can
change this; since a long time has elapsed." Jeff stared at the fresh
flowers and dragged Jeffrey to him.

	"Thanks my son. He would have been very happy and proud knowing
you." They remained there for some minutes, until the pilot came advising
it was time to come back. It was almost dinner time when they separated;
then Pierre said:

	"Uncle Jeff, I'll come tomorrow about mid morning in order we can
continue our conversation.  Perhaps Jeffrey joins us later, though I think
he had the last soccer match of the season. I love walking early morning
before the weather comes hot. We'll meet at your hotel at breakfast time."

	"In that case, let's have breakfast together, if Lola agrees, of
course."

TO BE CONTINUED