Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2010 17:39:51 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: True Love - Part 6

This is a nice and tender long story of love. It is intended only for the
reader's enjoyment; nevertheless, all rights are reserved. It depicts sex
contacts between minors, boy/boy, and boy/girl; however, no adult is
involved in them. It is entirely a product of my imagination. English is
not my mother language; therefore, please be acquiescent with the
syntax. Comments will be welcomed to "al.peres@hotmail.com"


			    TRUE LOVE - Part 6
			--------------------------

Chapter 25
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That was a wonderful day of happiness; Mother Louise and John arrived and
brought pyjamas for Maria and Peter that had forgotten them. We never used
these garments but we had to keep the appearances as Granny used to
say. The day was over, Mother Louise and John returned, we said goodnights
and went to bed to enjoy another lovemaking night of happiness.

Monday was there with all gossips in the school related to last Friday's
fight; in our grades all expected something; however nothing happened
except that the coach called some boys that witnessed the fight.  They
questioned them, too; however, they were told not to release anything.

Tuesday also passed with no news, but we were aware that things would not
be left out as that. On the first break on Wednesday, a boy came telling me
that I must go to the director's office. I was scared but I thought that I
had nothing to fear about; the episode had been dashed from my memory. I
entered in his office; his secretary used the interphone:

	"Sir, Joss von Kempt is here." She opened the door to let me
in. The other boy was already there; I felt pity for him, his face still
showed the swollen lip. Then the principal, an old man over sixty years
old, summoned us.

	"Well gentlemen, you have behaved as street boys, ignoring your
family and our school education. I have a report here that, I believe,
reflects what happened. He read the summary of it and asked to the other
boy.

	"Williams, do you agreed that what is reflected here is the truth?"
The boy with head bowed answered.

	"Yes sir, not in details, but that was what happened."

	"Joss, do you also agree what I have read?" It was true, the coach,
or whoever prepared the report showed, not in details, what really
happened, I answered.

	"Yes, sir, I do." He then continued:

	"You make easy this meeting. I suppose you have realised that this
is a grave incident, only due to your excellent backgrounds and that it is
the first time, we are going to give a different consideration as it
deserved. I will not say that you shake your hands and everything would be
forgotten. First, because I'm too old and I know this would solve nothing
and things would remain the same; and second, because such..."  He tried to
say something different, but he continued. "Problems need some time to
heal. However, some steps must be taken in order to prevent this happens
again. Your names will be deleted from the Rolling List and your pictures
removed from the Honour Pad, no matter what you do to improve your
conduct." He paused. I felt it as a blow on my face; but I knew, in spite
of being the offended party, I deserved some punishment but not equal. He
continued. "If this action was to be repeated, the problem would be
referred to the general board, and could imply even the expulsion from this
school..." He saw us near trembling, immediately added. "However, to delete
your names and to remove your photographs will take a month from today;
that means, and I hope that, if during that time you forget your mutual
offences and sincerely you decide to shake your hands in this office, the
School would forget this unpleasant incident and this report would be
destroyed. Am I clear gentlemen?" Both at unison answered.

	"Yes sir.

	"In that case it is up to you. Please Joss, you can return to your
duties."

	"Thank you sir. Good mornings." I left. I was not content but I
could do nothing to amend it. A couple of minutes later I saw Williams also
coming out; probably the director did not want to risk we could meet in our
way out. During lunch, we slowly discussed it and all school; especially
our grades were talking about it.  It was an injustice, I believed, but
those were the facts. As soon as Williams left, we could observe that the
coach was also being called to the director's office.

	"Please John, shut the door." Once the door was closed, the
director continued: "John, it has been very hard telling this to these
smart boys; it has been the hardest moment during all my academic long
life. I took decisions like this in the past, fortunately not many times,
however not with boys like these ones."

	"I feel much the same as you feel sir, but our main problem is that
we are being unfair with Joss; this may cause criticisms and problems in
case it reaches the School General Board and if the boys continue hating
each other. I suppose that you know that; except a few, the majority of
boys of these three grades do not speak to Williams, all have sympathy on
Joss."

	"I feared that, and I know it, but we must act as we have done if
we want to stop this kind of conducts right from the beginning. I'm still
more concerned because I have known that Joss and his brother Nicholas are
karate black belt masters within their age. I still wonder why he did not
use his abilities to knock down Williams without being touched."

	"Well, I can explain it. Amongst the karate fighters, they can use
all possible tricks, but not with a novice, that would have been dishonour
for a black belt master. I know it because the same rules apply in some
other martial disciplines. However not all the time and not all the
fighters comply with this rule."

	"Thanks John for your valuable help. I hope that this headache ends
soon."

	"I hope so too. Good day sir." He left the office.

During the following weeks, Williams and I ignored each other, we played
soccer together, but our mouths were shut. Peter was not satisfied, he was
and still is a very quiet person but determined and brave; so two and a
half weeks later, when it seemed every one has forgotten the incident, a
Wednesday during a break in his grade, he took Williams aside to a yard
corner where no one could hear him, then Peter said:

	"Williams, I do not forget and forgive so easy offences. We did not
offend you or your family; however, you did to my sister gravely, and to my
friend's country. Now I'm going to say you something. For your own sake and
safety, don't offend us again or I promise you, I'll kill you; you are
warned." Williams got white, nevertheless he answered Peter.

	"Peter, I'm not chickening out, you may or you may not believe me;
but I have regretted a lot what I did. I'm awfully sorry about it, in spite
I got the worst, I felt terrible miserable, and even more, when Joss was
punished the same as I was. It was totally unfair, but we were not able to
argue to the Principal." Peter did not expect that. Williams was speaking
with his head bent down. "I... I would be very happy if you could accept my
apologies." Peter looked at him very carefully, and then, after a prolonged
silence he said:

	"Williams, it seems you are an honest boy and I'm not eager of any
revenge, therefore, if that is true, please forget my words and here you
are the hand of a friend to shake." Williams was stunned; he did not expect
that reaction from Peter, he glowed and shook Peter's hand tightly.

	"Thank you very much Peter, it is very kind of you."

	"You are welcome." They smiled and when started to return, Williams
added:

	"Peter, may... may... I ask you a great favour?"

	"Of course, if I can help you."

	"Please, I... I... would like to apology Joss. I offended him
seriously, however proportionally he got the worst part. I'm ashamed..."

	"Williams, you are a good boy and I'm sure Joss will be glad
accepting your apologies."

	"Are..., are you sure Peter?" He stammered.

	"Absolutely, Williams. Joss is probably one of the best men of this
school, and he is one of my best friends."

	"I'll do it in public, if necessary."

	"That honours you, though I don't think it is necessary. He is not
that kind of men that likes to humiliate others. I have told you he is one
of the best boys in the school; you will be able to verify by yourself. Let
me handle it Williams. I'm glad you took that decision. We can be friends."
Williams immediately answered.

	"Of course Peter, thanks again." Peter left, and Williams went to a
lonely corner of the long yard.  Tears were now dribbling along his cheeks,
as his soul was emptying its pain; he did not like anyone to see him crying
as a baby, though he could not stop it; he felt now very happy! They
returned to their duties. Both boys were glad that their young hearts
decided to get an end of hate and misunderstandings. Later that evening
Peter and I met in the bus, he told me all about the encounter.

	"Peter, I think it is time to end this nasty business, I don't hate
him, and since Maria forgave him I'm absolutely open to accept his
apologies. I don't want to make a show of all of this in public; it seems
he is a good boy but had a bad moment. What do you suggest?"

	"The day after tomorrow is Friday. During the morning, we will have
the next soccer match preparation with the coach. You could delay your
showers and be the last ones, then meet in the lockers room alone."

	"That will be fine. Please talk to him; that would give us time to
present our mutual apologies to the Principal." I told it at home and I
phoned Maria; she was glad to hear that news. Nick hugged me and the same
did dad and mom. So on Friday, as planned, I got out the shower, I was
dressing when he also came with his towel round his waist. He started
dressing and I could observe he was nervous because his towels dropped when
he was dragging up his underwear. He approached me with doubt.

	"Joss, I told Peter..." I interrupted him saying with a giggle:

	"You better finish dressing, someone seeing you like that could
think erroneously..." This broke the ice, he finished dressing, and then he
walked up to me and bluntly said.

	"Joss, I'm very sorry about what I said, I ask you, please, to
accept my apologies. I don't know what happened to me; but believe me, I'm
not that kind of man. You have the perfect right to reject my apologies
since there was not any reason to offend you and your friend..." I
interrupted him."

	"Williams, please, don't continue. You look as a good man and I'm
not a man of revenge. If you are sincere, here you are my hand, let's be
friends from now on." I saw a blur in his eyes. We shook hands and then
giggling I added: "I think we should go into the director's office before
he gets rid of our names and pics; we never know what an old man can do."
His face beamed and I felt a tremendous happiness.

	"Joss, thank you very much indeed, I hope to have the opportunity
to demonstrate what I have said."

	"Williams, you don't need to do so, I believe you. Come on boy,
let's go." He was flushing in content.  We went out laughing; many boys
opened their mouth in disbelief. We entered in the director's office and
asked his secretary whether we could see him. She used the interphone:

	"Sir, William Lopez, and Joss von Kempt want to see you."  We heard
thru the machine:

	"Come in boys" .We opened the door and entered, leaving the door
open, he did not motioned us to close; both wanted his secretary could
hear, that was the best way she could spread the news.

	"Well boys, it seems by your faces that everything is forgotten."
We at unison answered:

	"Yes sir, it is." We shook hands in his presence.

	"In that case my best congratulations to you both." He also shook
our hands and continued: "I never doubted that two of my best students
could be spoiled." He extracted from a yellow envelope the report, put his
lighter on and burnt it down on a tray. "Thank you for your help. I think
this evening will be one of the happiest in my life. Have a nice weekend my
boys."

	"Thank you sir, the same to you." We rushed downstairs as two good
pals.

	"Have a nice weekend Joss and thanks again."

	"The same to you Williams, nothing to thank about friend." Each one
went to his duties with our young souls full of happiness.

That weekend was fantastic, Maria and Peter came home, and as usual, we
loved each other and had a good time. The following week we played soccer
against another school, theoretically better than we were, since near all
boys were over fourteen, and we played in their school; however, Peter,
Nick and Williams made an excellent first half and our goalkeeper
maintained the score zero. In the second half, the coach made two changes
and Alfred and I entered in the field, we received clear instructions from
the coach. Peter and I as stronger ones, should stop two men of fifteen, we
did well and this gave the opportunity to Williams and Nick to speed
putting the score 0-2 that we maintained until the end. It was so great
that we hugged each other, when I hugged Williams I said:

	"I did know you were an excellent man and player."

	"With friends like you we can get anything." He was right, we ended
as champions of our soccer league and a friendship started between us that
still last, not as closer as within our gang, but still a good friendship.

Time elapsed quickly, summer came, and we prepared for the trip to
Cologne. Granny said that she wanted all of us, that meant Peter and Maria,
otherwise she would not come to Spain next winter; but she needed not to
say it, because I would never travel to anywhere without my little wife,
the same Nick; so all of us went there.

Peter had started learning German and we promise ourselves to speak only in
that language meanwhile we were abroad; and we did. We spent a lovely time
in Germany, making trips to several parts of the country and long walks
along the riverbank hand in hand. After a week, during a raining afternoon,
mom and dad went out to pay a visit to some friends. Margaret was in a near
room playing with her toys. Granny decided to celebrate Peter and Nick
wedding. She did the ceremony in the same terms she did to us, then she
offered her room to them for the whole week. She told mom and dad that she
wanted Nick with her during that week.  We hugged and kissed them with
congratulations.

One raining afternoon after their wedding, Maria and I were petting
ourselves, kissing and hugging amorously saying tender words, as it is
normal in a couple that loved each other as we did; Granny was making some
knitting. I saw Peter approaching and I observed something in his face, a
sad spark, not as if he disapproved our petting, but rather as envy; it was
so quick... he changed immediately. I said nothing to Maria and I did not
see that again, but my heart told me that something was wrong with him.

Time went by. Peter was in the high school that first year. Granny came on
the 1st December to spend winter in our country. Christmas passed and again
our birthday, mine 14 and Nick 13. We had grown a lot; Nick seemed the same
age as I was; girls in the school sighed for him, however Nick only had
eyes for Peter. When Maria got her 14th birthday, we celebrated it. She was
so beautiful and I was so in love with my little wife that I could not be
separated from her. I was anxious that some months passed to get into high
school; now with the new democracy, the way of life had relaxed, it was
normal seeing teenagers kissing or hand in hand in high school, of course
that was not allowed in lower school. Christmas went by and a new birthday,
mine 15th and Nick 14th.

Some weeks before summer holidays, a Saturday evening after dinner, we were
on the large sofa chatting all of us; then I saw a large envelope on the
table, I asked dad just in case it was a special paper from his office:

	"Dad, is that yours?

	"Oh yes, I forgot it, I brought it to work on it during this
weekend, it is a project for a building near the University, I must prepare
all changes in order that next Monday the ladies can typewrite it again."

	"Typewrite it again?"

	"Yes, why does this surprise you?"

	"Do you mean that if you make an error or want to add something you
must rewrite it again all document thru?

	"Well not exactly. If we find some free space on next pages we can
do only up to that point, if not, yes; we must rewrite it all
again. Believe me, that's the nastiest part of our job." Maria gazed at me;
she knew immediately what I was thinking about. I continued:

	"Just one more question, dad. Are all projects the same?"

	"No. With some variants we can make groups, let us say, buildings,
road works, bridges, etc. The most common, buildings, with all variants can
be the same, however as you may understand, there are not two buildings the
same; except for Government when we design schools to be built along the
country. We are now working on a program to build a lot of new schools
along all regions, all under the same patterns."

	"Dad, why don't you make those projects with a computer? You could
save a lot of typewriting and make projects quicker and to look nicer."

	"Computer? As far as I know, all my colleagues do the same. I
support the use of new technologies, but in this case, I'm sorry, I don't
know how to handle it."

	"Lovely. Dad, I think that this team could help you; it would be a
hard work that might take some months to develop, but..." He interrupted
me:

	"Which team, Joss?

	"We can do that job, dad. We have the best computers in the market
and we are not so bad on it.  Probably it will not be so fantastic, but I'm
sure we can save ninety per cent of that nasty work." He looked astonished
as I continued: "Peter, Nick, Maria, I think we can develop a Lotus file
with all calculations and Word Star's for the text, we could write a little
program that can make the link between them." Maria added:

	"We also need a data base, to introduce all possible variants."
Peter added:

	"It will not be a large data base of thousands registers, so it
could be also used Lotus database; the program works perfect linking
different files." Nick also added;

	"Yes, that's good idea, because memory is a problem, if we divide
the work in different files that problem could be solved..." Dad again
interrupted us.

	"Lady and gentlemen, it seems as if you were working on that, I
don't understand a single word about what you are talking about."

	"We are not working on that dad, but we think we can do that job
for you."

	"But you are in the school; you need your time to relax and to live
your own life. I'm not so selfish to put my children to work..." Mom
interrupted him:

	"David, please, leave them to decide; they know their own
capacity." Then I said:

	"We can work it out during summer, there is only one problem, we
are running short of time, therefore the visit to Cologne must be reduced
to one week and the team must live together the whole summer, either here
or in Maria's, or alternatively. Here is quieter." All of us knew what that
would mean, and dad, too. Dad then said:

	"This is business like, therefore, first, if you do that, I'll pay
you back its worth, and second we must discuss it with Mother Louise and
John. Do you agree?

	"Yes." We answered at unison. Then I added: "This first program
will be limited to building's that is the most common and we would need a
copy of a project to take as a model."

	"Seeing your good ideas and intentions I'll advance you
something. This summer we will go to Cologne all together and I'll take you
to visit Austria and the Netherlands, or any other place, I leave you to
decide what time you want to spend and where to go. Now mom and I are going
for a visit to a friend of us; we leave you with Margaret."

We received his confirmation and we started working in the project. We
looked for the advice of our teacher and he offered himself to supervise
the task. When the program would be finished, we would make a trial before
given it to dad's office. We suggested dad to buy a new computer and to
appoint someone capable to be trained on that job. We suggested our teacher
could give the training being paid for his work, he accepted. We worked
very hard but we enjoyed it because we spent the whole summer together. The
job was finished and dad paid us, so well that in that moment we did not
know what to do with so large amount of money. Margaret was the happiest
being all day round us, and asking many questions. She was then a lovely 9
y/o girl, still without any signal of puberty; she had strong round legs
and large size feet for her age, the same as used to be Maria. Dad said she
was going to be a tall woman since a tall building needs strong
foundations. He was true; time would demonstrate it.

Chapter 26 --------------

We organized a party to celebrate the final of our work; inviting all our
gang friends, we preferred to be alone, though dad said they must attend to
a meeting. We spent a lovely evening in the annex. Alfred, Johnny and the
twins being free from someone watching, they kissed, kissed and fondled
happily, taking care not to be very expressive when Margaret and her
friends were around, but my little sister was very clever; and besides,
they wanted to see adults really kissing and not as in the movies, so it
was difficult to get that goal.  Peter and Nick remained chatting and
making projects under the Holm tree, their hands entwined and kissing,
being careful with the little children.

The evening was over, and our friends left. Nick and Peter remained in the
living room and Maria and I went to our room. She was now with that beauty
that glows in the change from girl to woman, or at least I saw like that,
glorious beautiful. She was very tall for a girl of her age and still she
had not finished growing, according to our MD. She undressed me slowly
because she always wanted to see me hard and uncontrolled while she did
it. It was difficult for me to resist and before she ended her task, I was
stripping her furiously; she laughed and enjoyed seeing me so mad. A usual,
we made a quick love without entering her because we wanted the second part
relaxed and loved. We had made our own qualification of our lovemaking:
special, first and second-class. Of course, it much depended on
circumstantial events because we wanted all to be special. Maria used to
say that our lovemaking was as a banquette; the first and quicker part was
the desserts; the second part was the main course, and the third part, our
relaxing, was the sweet. She had a lovely imagination.

That night, once we had gone thru the first part, she cleaned my chest of
all my cream. She at her near 15 y/o was beautiful. I loved those breasts
and to suck them; she squirmed in delight as I put her nipples in my
mouth. I could not avoid sucking her lovely breasts; they were not big but
medium size. She tossed her head back and I took the opportunity to lick
and kiss her neck; I was very hard and wanting to loge my cock in her
pussy; I got up trying to go to the nightstand to reach for a preservative,
she lovingly said:

	"Joss, my sweetheart, you don't need it." She surprised me.

	"Are you joking? We cannot risk conceiving a baby."

	"What a lovely word, my hawk, but you don't need it "

	"You mean..."

	"Yes, I'm taking the pill since a month ago." She was giggling.

	"What a wicked wife you are!" I said laughing. "I have been the
whole month using that nasty rubber."

	"You needed it, I had to be one hundred per cent sure, and that is
during the second month. I suffered as you did, but now I'm going to
duplicate it." Laughing she reached me from my hips and dragged me on top
of her, kissing me. She took my pole and guided it to her entrance. As on
the other two "special" times before, we became mad in our lovemaking as
two snakes, rolling from one side to other on the bed. I stood up from the
bed with hear legs clenched round my waist, our mouths together, again on
the bed until that wonderful feeling exploded within our bodies. Yes, it
was the third "special" climax since we married!  Now we were in the sweet
part of the banquette.

	"I love you Joss, I'll never stop loving you. I'm as a female
tiger; I'll kill with my paws any one who tries to rob my love from you."
She was so pretty...

	"I love you too, my sweetheart. Sometimes I start thinking if this
lovely time will have an end, but I repeat once and once again, that it
will last the same forever. I love you Maria. You have made me the happiest
boy in the world during these four years." I kissed her lovingly caressing
her hair. A few minutes later, we were sleep. It was unusual but in the
morning, I woke up when I felt my lips slightly pressed with a tender kiss;
Maria was resting on her right elbow watching me. I extended my arms and I
kissed my little girl- wife.

	"Good morning my beautiful wife, what are you thinking about? She
had moved the sheet down and our bodies were naked and uncovered in late
summer warm temperature. She kissed me.

	"I woke up half an hour ago and I started watching you Joss. I was
wondering how lucky I am, what a lovely man I have, how protected by you I
feel, what a handsome husband I have; in short, how happy I have been since
I gave my first kiss of love to you." She was serious. "Sometimes I'm
scared that something could happen and this gets an end. Joss, my little
boy, I would not withstand it, I would not be brave enough and strong to
resist it without you..." She was near to sob, I wonder which dreaming she
had had because I thought better not to ask. I tenderly kissed her
reassuring my love. I took her face between my hands, as she liked to do
with mine:

	"Maria, we are young, let's live our youth and enjoy it. Please
don't speculate about what can happen; I'll die of sadness if I started
thinking about it. I prefer to see our future together, with some happy and
loved children round us, even when we are very old and our bodies are not
so pretty, but for me you will be as pretty as you are in these
moments. Please, think like that because I love and I will love you forever
with all my heart." I kissed those dimples that I loved so much. She said
nothing but hugged me, kissing my neck, then my ears, started licking
sucking my nipples, and in a minute, we were tightly united in body and
soul until that beautiful climax arrived.

A different thing was happening in the next room. Peter and Nick had had
lovemaking until late in the evening. Peter had woken and again drifted to
sleep. In his dream, he was making love to Nick; however, Nick was not a
boy but lovely girl; he had beautiful breasts that he was licking and
sucking. Those blue eyes happily watching him; his blond hair spread over
his sweating face. Nick was so appealing and happy telling him "I love you
Peter, I'll love you forever; you are my beautiful husband, I'll die if you
don't love me." He loved Nick with all his heart: "I'll love you forever my
blond wife, no one will stop me loving you." His cock needed to unite to
Nick now that he was a girl; he entered him; Nick was so lovely as he was
being fucked...  That nice and strong feeling arrived as he woke up and
spurted his abundant load on Nick thighs that was rock asleep.

He was now lying on his back as he watched that gorgeous figure near
him. He felt ashamed, depressed, and miserable. Why he dreamt like that? He
was gay; and he loved Nick! He made a vow to love him forever and he was
determined to comply it! In front of him was the most delicious creature
that loved him. In spite of being 14 y/o he was still a child with a pitchy
voice that he loved so much as he joked with his love; smooth skin and only
a few pubes on his crotch, and with the most oval beautiful face he ever
saw. He did not want him to change! Why those thoughts that tormented him
lately? Why he found himself looking at his own sister when she was
tenderly caressing Joss? Sometimes he found himself empty, longing for
something that he could not determine. On the other hand, he felt ashamed
when Margaret jumped to his lap and kissed him. He eagerly wanted to return
the kiss. Most of the times, if she remained on his lap, his cock got very
hard; fortunately stacked to his belly that no one could notice. He did not
want that, but his body went on a different way. Why? Was he as perverted
that liked little girls? Oh no my God! I cannot be like that; I hate people
who hurt little children! I feel miserable! He felt gay because he loved
and enjoy with Nick.  Yet that was also strange, he never wanted to be with
another man, he also liked to make reciprocal love to other boys, but... My
God, what is happening to me? Those were his thoughts in those moments.

Tears came to his eyes as he contemplated his beautiful boy sleeping
peacefully ignoring all his thoughts.  He loved Nick and he would never
betray him. Nick as usually was erect, Peter smiled saying to himself.
"When he will not be erected?" He slowly stroked that loved pole. Nick in
his dream moaned, but suddenly opened his lovely blue eyes:

	"Good morning, my love." Peter said. Nick extended his arms to him.

	"Good morning, my handsome husband." What time is it?

	"It is near dawn, time to make love to the most beautiful creature
of the world." Nick smiled happily as he hugged and kissed his lover."

	"Yes, my love, you are always welcome into me." He kissed Peter
again trying that Nick could not notice he had been sobbing. In those
instants, all his thoughts dashed away. "No." Peter said to himself. "It
was only a dream, Nick is my love and I will be his lover forever." They
started caressing each other tenderly at first, and hungrily later until
their bodies were exhausted with the pleasure of love. They drifted to
sleep again in a love embrace.

An hour later, Peter woke up, his sleep was out, he remained watching the
ceiling; again, those strange thoughts came to his mind; he tossed his head
to one side to dash them away. The sun was rising and a warm morning was
in. He decided that with a good exercise would feel better. He got up and
wore a swimming dress, took a gown and went to the swimming pool. When
passing in front of our room he could hear a very light noise of our
lovemaking, he instinctively sighed.

Maria and I had observed how embarrassed Peter felt whenever Margaret
kissed him, fortunately she was very smart and did it when dad or mom were
not there. That morning I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for
Margaret and us; normally Peter and Nick used to come down later, but I saw
Peter swimming, making long and powerful strokes, he was a good swimmer and
it was not strange seeing him in there. I completed the tray and left it on
a low table in the living room; I loved those mornings. As usual, Maria and
I went to wake Margaret up, I tickled her, and she extended her little arms
and kissed me, then to Maria:

	"My princess, your horse is ready, are you going to ride it? She
giggled happily.

	"Yes I'm, but you, my page boy must do things properly, otherwise I
will complain to the king, my father."  We laughed and I kneeled, she
jumped on my back and I took her to the living room, she then added: "Sure
I'll complain my father, page boy."

	"Why, my princess?"

	"Why? I have told you many times that I want my husband waiting for
me when I come down." I gazed at Maria and I got her stare at me, she knew
what I was going to say:

	"Margaret, my darling, you are a little girl, but you must realise
that perhaps Peter does not want your kisses." She looked at us puzzled but
not surprised.

	"How do you know that? I love him and I'm sure he loves me." I was
serious and tenderly I asked her.

	"Has he told you that?"

	"No, he hasn't, but I know he loves me." She insisted.

	"But darling, Peter..." She interrupted me.

	"I know he married Nick, I'm not silly, I saw that in Cologne; but
never mind, I love him."

We did not want to argue with Margaret because I knew I would not get any
success, so I preferred not giving much importance.

	"Ok honey, but please, don't kiss him when Nick or dad is
present. Will you do that for me? She realised she had won and smiled.

	"Ok, Jossy. I love you." She kissed me. "May I use your computer as
you taught me?  I want to write a letter to Rosy, she is in a summer camp."

	"Ok, darling, you know how to log on, don't you?"

	"Oh yes, I had a good teacher." She was not referring to me, but to
Peter that loved teaching her or her friends when we were not working; he
did not mind to lose any time with her, that even increased Margaret's
affection for Peter, he was very patient with children and she loved
someone's dedications to her.  On the other hand, Peter was powerless when
the little angel asked him anything. Peter came from swimming dressed in
the gown; he kissed Maria.

	I'm hungry sister, can I have something? Maria loved his brother
and enjoyed do things for him as a little mother since they were children,
so she got up and went to the kitchen. Margaret heard him and ran
downstairs, her plaints dangling, throwing herself into Peter's arms, and
hanging from his neck, she kissed him on the lips. I observed how Peter
blushed. He hugged her back, and tenderly stroked her back and hair.

	"You have a long hair, Margaret, I liked a lot when my sister Maria
had it alike."

	"Did you? Then I'll leave it even longer." She said
flirtatiously. In that moment, Maria arrived with a tray with breakfast for
his brother. Peter put Margaret tenderly aside and started eating his
breakfast.  Margaret kissed him on the cheeks:

	"I must finish my letter to Rosy before my friends come to play."
He jumped and ran to my room.  Maria knew that since some time back, his
brother had something, she had commented me but I did not observed anything
strange, of course, she was more sensible than I was, especially regarding
her brother.  Peter ended his breakfast and then Maria said:

	"Peter, my brother, what's the matter with you?" I was surprised
but Peter seemed as if he was waiting the question.

	"Me? Nothing Maria, nothing."

	"Are you sure?" Peter kept silence; a couple of minutes later he
mumbled.

	"Even I don't know myself Maria. I'm terribly confused. I love Nick
more than anything in this world, but, but... sorry I can't, I can't.

	"Peter, what you can't? Please, please." We loved Peter and he knew
it. He stared at us, he was not crying but streams of tears were dribbling
down his cheeks. He finally said in a sad voice:

	"Maria, Joss, I don't know but I'm ashamed; I am terribly
confused. Since some time ago, I have found myself looking at girls when
they are kissing, even when you are caressing each other. I feel something
in my pit. Why? Why? I am gay; I know that because I enjoy being with Nick,
making love to him.  When I see him everything dash away, he is my soul, my
life... everything; however those thoughts come again, even in dreams." I
gazed Maria, our eyes met and, as usual, the transmission told me to go
ahead.

	"Peter, you are not gay anymore, even I believe you never was gay."

	"But I only like to make love to Nick! and in the past, only to
boys of our own age. How can you explain it?

	"Peter, do you think I'm gay?"

	"Of course not."

	"I did the same as you did, you may remember. Did you have the
opportunity to make love to a girl?"

	"Well, I never wanted, I had my Nick. I did not need anyone
else. He is the only one that matters to me. I love him Joss, I deeply love
him, how can I..." Maria then intervened:

	"Peter, you must tell him." He opened his mouth with an expression
of pain and disbelief.

	"Tell him? Tell what, Maria? That I'm not gay anymore? That I'll
leave him? That I'll not love him anymore? Are you mad? He is my life; I'm
nothing without him. I have been so happy these years..."

	"Not necessarily Peter. You are confusing love with sex. If you
love him, why do you have to leave him? You may want to be with him, love
him, and even be a happy couple. However, you have to realise that
eventually, the sex of your relationship will end. Only love will be able
to keep the bond between you two.  Nevertheless, you well know that
lovemaking is the greatest expression of it. You must be honest with him
and with yourself. He is my brother and I know him, he will understand.

	"No Joss, no! I can't. I want to be with him, to support him, to
love him, even if it is necessary..." He paused. "I'm trapped in those
beautiful blue eyes. He does not deserve my rejection. He is the loveliest
and best boy I ever met. I will love him forever! Forever! Do you
understand?" Now, he, the strong and brave man was near to cry. Maria
hugged her dear brother.

	"Peter, even though, you must tell him. He does not deserve your
lies as you do not deserve be unhappy. Please Peter, tell him!" Maria wiped
her brother cheeks and kissed him. We kept silence meanwhile we were
hearing Margaret singing upstairs playing with her toys. Then we saw Nick
coming down.

	"Good morning, my brothers. Good morning again my Peter." Peter
stood up, hugged and kissed his lover tenderly. Nick saw his lover's red
eyes.

	"Peter..." Before he could articulate any word, Peter kissed Nick
again lovingly, then took his hands and dragged him upstairs. They entered
in their room and closed the door. Peter hugged and kissed Nick again
amorously.

	"Nick, I love you more than my own life, do you believe me?"

	"You don't need to tell me that Peter, I know that." Then slowly
Peter said:

	"Nick my darling, I have had problems lately, Joss and Maria are
right, I should have told it to you before, but, but... I was scared that
you did not love me..." Nick interrupted him and looked into Peter's large
black yes.

. "My Peter, my love. I'll never stop loving you, not matter what
happens. Please! Please, my love, tell me what your worries are."  Peter
told Nick all his dreams and new feelings; he listened quietly; when he
finished Nick hugged and kissed him. "Peter I'm not silly, I have noticed
that, I noticed it in Germany and even here, but I did not mind as far as
you loved me and be with me." Peter could not believe what he was
hearing. He had been suffering all that time... Why he did not tell him
before? He hugged and kissed Nick repeatedly.

	"Oh Nick! My lovely Nick! I love you and I will love you forever. I
was so scared that you might reject me if I told you... I don't know my
love, I was mad. I could not resist not having those beautiful blue eyes
near me. When I am with you everything dashes out from my mind, nothing
matters except you. I'll comply my vow my little wife. I will always love
you"

	"I don't mind anything if you love me Peter, even if you sometimes
don't want to make love to me, I will understand it. It will not be you,
but the Nature of your body."

	"No matter what happen, Nick; I'll love you, my word for it." He
kissed Nick tenderly; he dragged him to the bed and started stripping him
out without leaving their kiss. Nick also took Peter to him and undressed
him.

	"Nick, I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel you inside me, my
beautiful lover." He wanted to demonstrate to himself that he was gay. Only
making love would make it. They started kissing, Nick straddled Peter
kissed and sucked those lovely dimples, the erect nipples, then the navel;
and he slid down engulfing Peter cock. Peter wanted to suck his lover too,
so he motioned Nick to turn round to make a 69.  Peter took in his hands
those hard and smooth cheeks, rubbing them meanwhile Nick's cock was on his
chest; soon he raised his bum and eagerly swallowed Nick's. Both were
breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure.

	"Please Nick, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. I do not need
any vaseline, only your saliva and my precum will be enough."

	"But I may hurt you."

	"It doesn't matter." Nick did not argue. He raised himself sat on
Peter chest. Peter reached his shoulders from the back and dragged Nick to
of him, kissing his earlobes and his neck. They were extremely excited, and
near a new wonderful climax. Nick jumped from the bed and contemplated his
lover on his glorious glamour. They wanted to last that moment forever,
however their bodies were asking for a release.  Nick raised Peter's leg up
to his shoulders; he squeezed his long prick and smeared all his precum on
the top and shaft. He guided his pole to the sacred entrance and pushed
half of it inside Peter's hole. Peter yelled in pain, Nick stopped.

	"Have I hurt you, my love?"

	"Not much, my blond angel; please continue and don't stop; now it
is gone." Nick resumed his task, first he pulled out a little bit, and then
a second thrust got his dick totally inside Peter. He remained quiet during
a minute logged inside his love, kissing tenderly Peter's neck and
face. "Please my love, go ahead, I need your seed in my guts." Nick resumed
his thrusts increasing the pace so fiercely that the bed squawked.  He was
sweating; the locks of his blond hair glued to his forehead; at the same
time rubbing Peter cock.  Peter could not resist his emotions: "how could
he reject this gorgeous creature? "I love you Nick, I love you my blond."
He murmured as he raised his hips, stretched his rectum's muscles, and
started to spurt wads of semen that landed on his chest. Nick gave a final
thrust smashing his balls against Peter's cheeks and leaving his load
inside his lover. He collapsed on top of him breathing at unison. Peter
hugged his boy to him, his loved boy. He kissed and kissed him. He then
dragged apart Nick locks still wet and kissed him on the forehead.

	"I love you, Nick. I will love you forever."

	"I love you too. I will not love anybody else as I love you, my
darling." They remained like that probably during ten minutes or
more. Their young bodies were again refilled and then they made again
passionately love as if the world would finish in half an hour. They ended
their lovemaking and after showering again, went downstairs to meet Maria
and me happily smiling with the reassurance on his love.  They hugged us
tenderly.

	"Thanks Maria, thanks Joss; you were right, honesty makes love
easier. Nick already knew about my changes, but we are lovers and will
never stop being so." Nick then held Peter hands in his:

	"We love each other, and from now on, whenever we have temptation,
before falling in it, we will fetch the others and make love with him, and
then we may ascertain how our feelings are.

	"It is not a bad idea. Sure, we will receive temptations along our
lives from other persons. The only way to take those thoughts aside is
always to be together and honest to each other, making love is the best
method to get rid of them."

	"I do agree with you Maria. That will be our procedure." I kissed
my little wife. We started chatting about many other things.

That night Nick woke up near dawn. Peter was peacefully sleeping near him
naked; he observed his lover's body, now with strong signals of getting
into a man. How he loved that boy! However, he was strong but realistic,
and knew that eventually, Mother Nature would separate Peter from him. When
would it happen?  Nobody knew, though, he thought, why was he to advance
events? He will wait; meantime he would enjoy that lovely love with his
Peter! Life is beautiful, so let's live it as best as we can. He kissed
Peter's neck and drifted to sleep spooned to his boyfriend; his long pole
erected stacked thru Peter's thighs.

A few years later, I was 17 and Nick 16; during the summer, we were in
Cologne spending our month of holidays with Granny. The last day before our
departure back to Spain, we received a call from our cousin David, he
talked with dad telling that our grandpa had passed away; his funeral and
burial would take place the following day. That near spoiled our last night
in Germany. We prepared everything and mom bought two black ties for Nick
and me; we argued but dad convinced us. Surely, they did not expect us
because dad's sister was surprised when we met them at the large church's
entrance. David and Lucia received us and we happily hugged them. She
looked at Nick and hugged him again with a sigh. David said:

	"Sorry Uncle David, but I felt in the obligation to call you, since
I knew none of them, including my own father, your brother, would call
you."

	"David, as usually, you have a better judgment than my brother and
sister. Please forget it."

Following the protocol we lightly kissed our aunt and uncle, we did not do
it to our other cousins and they stared at us with hate. Most of the people
assisting to the funeral were dad's friends and customers; that was what
our stupid aunt feared; she would lose to be the protagonist. Well... to be
honest, I think Nick was the real star. I could see how many persons stared
at him, especially Lucia; for her, that day was a feast since she was hand
in hand with Nick until we returned home.

Since David came the first time home, he continued visiting us, especially
after he was 14 y/o, at least once a month; most of the times towing his
sister, though his main objective was Alfred's sister, his love. We all
liked him; he showed to be a great and intelligent boy. As the time went
by, he entered into the University to become an architect, he joined there
Peter, and two years later Nick. That even increased the hate to us and
broke the only link existing among our families.

Chapter 27 --------------

Time quickly passed. That year Granny bought thru dad a large flat in
Madrid, near the University; she said that it was as an investment. Next
year Peter left the school for the College to become an architect; Nick
felt alone during the week, but they met regularly, either at home or at
Peter's house. The following year all gang, except Nick went to the
University; Maria and I, to Medicine's College; Alfred to Economic and
Finance; and Johnny to Law, and later to Politic and Science
College. Alfred in parallel worked with his father in a great bank.

After a couple of weeks, Maria and I understood that our current studies
gave us too much free time, all of us were used to work very hard, so we
missed that hard work. That year was the first one that a Computing College
was opened in Madrid; we talked to the Dean, an American named Robert, and
he admitted us since there were not many students applying for that
career. We could go ahead very easy because of our previous experience
acquired in the school. Peter would have done the same, but architecture
was a difficult matter and needed full dedication. The following year Nick
accompanied Peter, his face changed from sad to glorious and all of us wit
him. The twins also joined the Medicine College with full dedication.

Then we knew Granny project. She rented us the flat only paying the
building expenses. We shared the four bedrooms: Alfred-Lorna,
Johnny-Jessica, Peter-Nick and Maria and I. Every couple looked after his
own room, the rest of household keeping was done a week each. A common
pocket supplied by all of us provided the foods. Peter, and afterward Nick,
started working in dad's office at the same time as they studied,
practising all they have learnt in the University. Besides the five years
of architect career, they had to make an extra year with a project, after
its completion, they would become a senior Doctor Architect; so, except
Nick, all would finish University together.

However, it is a tradition within Spanish students to celebrate the
Equatorial Line; that means when more than half of studies were
over. Therefore, after the 3rd year completion, we organized a little party
in our house with all gang's members on a Saturday at the end of May. We
enjoyed very much being all together; nevertheless, something
happened. Margaret was already 14, she had become into a beautiful teenager
but still with a long and thick plaits hanging on her back. She was very
proud of them and Peter loved taking them in his hands. I think that was
Margaret's reason to keep her hair long. She was enjoying our feast, too.
In a moment, she grabbed Peter's hand.

	"Please Peter, come with me, I want to show you something that I
did with the computer." Peter could not deny anything to Margaret since she
was a little girl, so he followed her to dad's office where she had her own
computer, motioning him to sit on the large sofa. "Please sit down." As
Peter sat, she kneeled herself on the couch and looked into Peter's large
black eyes:

	"What is it, beautiful Margaret?" She for an answer flushed, took
Peter's cheeks between her hands, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He
was taken aback, but instinctively he returned the kiss, opening his mouth
and receiving her. For a moment, their tongues met. Margaret was not a
silly girl, she was aware that she was putting Peter at the risk being seen
as the seducer of a young girl, so she broke the kiss hiding her head on
Peter's right shoulder saying:

	"Sorry Peter, I'm very sorry, but I love you. Please! Please!
Please! don't reject me, Please!." Peter felt she was trembling and near
breaking to cry. He fondled her plait saying near mumbling on Margaret
hear:

	"Oh my God! How could I reject you, my little princess? How?"
Margaret retrieved herself from Peter's shoulder, took his hands as tears
ran down her lovely young cheeks. She looked into Peter's eyes and before
he could realise what was happening, she kissed him again on the lips; then
jumped from the sofa and ran upstairs to her room; she entered blaming the
door starting to cry; her whole body convulsed with spasms as she cried
uncontrollably.

	"My heart was right, he is not gay, and he loves me." She
continually repeated to herself. Maria and I felt something was
happening. We saw Peter in dad's office in meditation, so we discarded him
and went upstairs. We heard Margaret's muffled sobs, so we opened the door
and sat on the bed, near her. I stroked my sister's hair and she
immediately turned round and hugged me.

	"My little princess, please what's the matter with your heart?"

	"Jossy, please, help me! I love him, I love him." I hugged my
sister very tight against my chest, noticing her body spasms as she cried.

	"Margaret, if we could, we would give you our own lives. Our hearts
bleed hearing you crying but we cannot command on others' hearts. That's
something that you have to learn to bear, sometimes love is terribly
difficult. Maria and I have been very lucky but I'm sure you will also find
your half sometime." She separated from me.

	"He is my half, he did not say it, but I know Peter loves me."

	"Margaret, you never was a selfish girl, perhaps he loves somebody
else. You know he loves Nick and he is our brother."

	"But Peter is not gay, how can he love a man?" Maria then said:

	"Please, Margaret, don't confuse love with sex, even if this is
part of it. Nick has the same right to love Peter as you have. He is the
best brother that we can have, I'm sure if he knew that Peter loved you he
would sacrifice himself for you, but that would not be fair."

	"I know it Maria, I know it. I do not want to hurt Nick. I'm
confused and I don't know what to do, the only thing that I know is that I
love Peter with all my heart. Please, what shall I do?" She was crying
desperately. Then I kissed my sister.

	"Margaret, there is only one way to sort this out: leaving Peter to
decide by himself. You have said him that you loved him, didn't you?

	"Yes, I did."

	"So he knows it now. Please don't increase his problems; leave the
time to decide; sure, a solution will come. I don't really know, but I'm
sure it will. Now please dry your eyes and enjoy our evening. "Will you do
that for me, my little princess?"  She smiled at us.

	"Yes, I'll do Jossy. I love you both. I don't know how I will
manage when you are not near me." Then Maria said:

	"You are a clever girl Margaret and time will teach you how to
handle your own feelings, nevertheless we will always be near you." We left
her and went to the garden where the rest of the gang was.

Peter had been sat down on the sofa; he blamed himself of seducing
Margaret. "Oh my God! How could I do that? She is only a child! How could I
return her kiss? What David and Nora would say of me, an adult, seducing
her daughter?" He was in a hell, he promised himself not to be alone with
this girl again, but "If I am not gay? As Joss and Maria said? I have the
right to love a girl, to form a family... But, what about Nick? I love him
and he is my angel! What to do?" Then he decided to comply with his
promise. He went to the garden, when he saw us coming out, said to Nick in
a low voice:

	"Please, my love, let's go upstairs, I need you." They excused
themselves and went to their room.  "Please Nick, lock the door." He was a
little bit surprised but he always welcomed those decisions from his
lover. He kissed Nick tenderly: "I love you Nick, I need to be with you."
They undressed and a few moments later Peter was inside his lover enjoying
their mutual love. When their climax arrived, Peter fell on top of Nick
caressing his blond hair and kissing his eyes.

	"Did you have a temptation, Peter?"

	"Yes, I did. However, when I see those lovely pieces of sea, that
your eyes are, my heart jump in joy.  Nick, I love you, I cannot love
anybody else. You are I and I'm you, a sole person, one soul.

	"I love you too, Peter, I don't need to say it, and I thank you
came to me. You can be sure about something: no one will love you more than
I do." They started again kissing, Peter felt his cock harder than a rock
still inside Nick, he fucked his wife tenderly at the same time fondling
Nick's balls and slowly stroking his penis. He did not do long. The lovers
came into a high climax that left them near exhausted. They remained during
some time locked to each other kissing and contemplating themselves.

	"I'll never forget those lovely dimples of your face, my husband."

	"I love you Nick, I love you very much."

	"We will have the whole night my dear Peter, we must consider our
guests."

	"You are right, my love. Let's get a quick shower and go
downstairs."

That incident marked our equatorial careers line. In the future, we could
observe that Peter avoided being alone with Margaret, however we also
noticed how he looked at her. Also any chance she had she would kiss him on
the cheeks as she did to us. We also noticed how she pressed Peter
hands. In short, Margaret tried to seduce Peter, not otherwise.

Time flew. In that year, 1986, Peter was 24 and the rest of us 23. We were
graduated but not doctors, except Peter that now was a senior doctor
Architect. Maria and I planned to go US for our doctorate in Medicine
specialised on sickness related children blindness.

Granny continued to spend near all her time in Spain, only from mid June to
mid September she used to go back to Cologne. That year, in May, before we
ended our careers and Granny went back to Cologne, we prepared a little
feast at home, only the involved families assisted. Everybody looked happy
except Nick since he was a year arrear and he would finish the following
year; however, all enjoyed receiving congratulations and fixing the plans
for the future to come. In a moment, we saw how Margaret gripped Peter's
hands and grabbed him into dad's office. Peter knew what was going to
happen, deeper inside him he wanted it, he needed to clarify his feelings
still very confused. Once they were inside, Margaret closed the door with
her back stacked to it, took Peter's hands in hers:

	"Peter, I don't want to go further, but I..." He interrupted her by
taking the teenager's face between his hands and kissing her tenderly on
the lips.

	"You don't need to say anything, I love you my little princess. I
love you since you were near a baby, but my heart is divided. I also love
Nick, probably in a different manner, but I love him." She was now with her
head on Peter's chest, and he was stroking her long silky hair.

	"Peter, I don't want to hurt Nick but I love you, even if necessary
I will be your second wife. I don't mind whenever you love me. I dreamed
many times having a baby with those lovely dimples of your face."  Peter
hearing that trembled, he could not resist; his cock was already hard
pressing against Margaret crotch.

	"Please Margaret don't mention a baby because I'll get mad." He
kissed her passionately. This was the first time he did that to a girl
after he knew Nick. Instinctively his left hand reached Margaret's young
breasts and started massaging them; their crotches grinding, she was
feeling Peter's dick thru her clothes.  They were novice in lovemaking, so
in a few minutes their mutual climax arrived among hard breathing and
moans; their bodies tight as that great feeling came to them. Peter felt
how his penis started ejecting semen feeling the warmth of his cream on his
skin. When they calmed they sat on the sofa and looking at each other, they
hugged tenderly.

	"Peter, please, please..." Margaret started crying in silence as
she kissed Peter's palms.

	"Margaret, please don't cry. I love you, but my God what can I do?"
He said for himself.

	"Peter, my love, don't worry, I'll be your lover, I would never
hurt Nick. He is my brother. Even if necessary, I'll tell him. He does not
need to care about. Only I want your love Peter, nothing else." Peter
raised Margaret chin and kissed it lightly.

	"My dear child, you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and
besides, you have the greatest heart.  Let's wait Margaret; I need to order
my feelings. I'm terribly confused and also you are very young..."

	"Please Peter, don't say that. Maria and Joss loved each other
since they were eleven and they are the happiest couple I have seen. In a
few months, I'll be 18 and can decide by myself. I love you Peter and want
to be with you forever." They kissed again and left for the bathrooms to
clean their respective messes.  Nick saw Peter to come into the party; he
knew immediately what has happened; so, some time later he approached
Margaret.

	"Margaret you are beautiful today. My beautiful sister looks happy
and very pretty."

	"Yes Nick I'm at least happier than this afternoon."

	"I noticed that, Peter is great and he deserves to be happy and
that is what I want because I love him." She was not surprised because she
knew her brother; he would never hurt her, she was sure that Nick would
sacrifice his love for Peter if she asked for it, but also she loved her
brother with the same intensity.

	"Nick, I love Peter, you know that, but I'll never take any step to
separate him from you. I prefer to be his lover or his second wife if you
are the first. I love you Nick." She kissed and hugged her dearly brother,
their tears came down. "What a pity that we love the same man!"

	"That does not surprise me Margaret, there are not many men like
Peter, so your heart has chosen the best. I'll tell you what we are going
to do, if you agree."

	"What's your idea, Nick?"

	"We must let his heart to decide and not to press him; however, we
have to be together and not to fight each other. If we are united we can
fight anyone who tries to get him out from us."

	"That makes sense, Nick." They hugged and, what was most important,
convey to Peter the idea that both loved him and ready to accept what his
heart decided. Peter then was more comfortable ordering his feelings.

Peter started working full time in dad's company. Maria and I received a
call from our computing College's Dean. We knew him very well and in
private, we talked him as a friend, so we went to his office, he received
us and closed the door.  :
	"Maria, Joss, I want to talk to you without anyone disturbing
us. You have finished your studies and you are one of my best students. You
are not a doctor Engineer on Computing because you would need to develop a
project; however, you are graduated and to become a doctor you can do it
later. The thing is that the Big Blue has asked me to find the best
graduates to join IBM in US in the Silicon Valley in California.  They will
pay you very well right from the beginning as executive staff..." Maria
interrupted him.

	"Sorry Robert, you are a good friend and we much appreciate your
interest, however, our ideas are different." Then I continued.

	"Robert, we are determined to be MD specialised in children eyes
sickness. We don't much care about money. We love computing since we were
children and are sure that Medicine will need Computing sooner or later, if
not, we are happy with the knowledge we learnt with you. We will find the
way to apply to our future patients."

	"It is pity Joss, I'm sure you will do, nevertheless, please,
contact me if you change your mind."

	"We will be in touch, Robert. We have applied for a scholarship in
a hospital in US. We are now going to pay a visit to your colleague in
Medicine about our scholarships."

	"OK, Maria and Joss, all the best in my country, please let me know
your address in there, I may see you sometime next year."

	"OK Robert" We shook hands and said goodbye. A few buildings ahead
we paid a visit to the Dean of our Medicine College. He informed us that he
had received a message from US advising that the scholarships had been
granted; he would receive the papers in a week time; so that we had to
prepare meantime all necessary documentation.

	"Sir, we must go to Germany to see some relatives, so in ten days
we will be back. We suppose for that time you will have your final
confirmation."

	"Sure, and it will be a pleasure giving it to you. Still we don't
know which Hospital you are going to, probably one in New York or
California. The Committee is still handling all the applications and merits
to decide."

	"OK Sir, we will be here after our return from Germany." We shook
hands and returned home. All were very happy; however, our parents still
were reluctant to accept it, though they knew that was our future.

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

Two days later, we flew to Cologne to say goodbye to Granny. As usual, she
was great when she saw us, but she was not happy with us going to US.

	"Children, I don't want you to go to that country, still they are
Indians."

	"Granny, US is a great young country with the most advanced
technologies."

	"Sure, they took all our best Scientifics after the war. We are
European an old and educated continent, we must be proud of it.

	"We are proud." Maria said, "but they have the money and the best
hospitals in the world; besides, everywhere you can find excellent persons
and we believe US is not an exception."

	"Well, I don't want to continue arguing, if you are determined to
go. However, I prefer you do with our people, I don't like to owe anything
to them." We looked each other not understanding what Granny meant.  She
took the phone and dialled a number. "Hello Sammy..." She started speaking
in unknown language for us; it was Hebrew. She finished and stared at
us. "Don't be so surprised, during ages they have been our friends, so it
is not strange that I speak their language." A few minutes later, she
received a call and again we did not understand anything. She then
explained: "Within an hour a friend of us, Mr. Joan Larkowski, is coming to
have a cup of coffee with us, do you remember him?

	"Yes we do, he was in our table when Saul's birthday." Maria
said. We continue chatting about all family. Maria prepared coffee and a
couple of minutes later Mr. Larkowski arrived. After greeting Granny, he
did to us.

	"Elisabeth, I think we may help these young friends to become good
doctors." After some sips of coffee, he added: "I need to make a call, I
don't know if our friends will be there, now is 9:00 am there." He dialled
a number and started speaking in Hebrew; I saw how Granny's face was
illuminated. He finished and hanged down the receiver. "Well my young
friends you may go to US to Mosses Hospital in New Jersey." We opened our
mouths in disbelief, neither in dreams we could imagine it; that hospital
is one of the most expensive in the world, and its installations related to
Ophthalmology one of the best in US, he continued: "However, I suppose you
want to be together."

	"Yes Mr. Larkowski."

	"In that case you must live in different apartments. We are very
conservative and single people must be separated, except in work. To live
together you must be married." Then Granny asked:

	"Joan, when do they need to be in the hospital?"

	"I must make a new call in a half an hour, but it will not be
longer than eight weeks."

	"Time enough." Granny said. "Joan please, confirm them they are a
young married couple." We looked each other, and then I argued"

	"Granny, do you mean that we must get married within eight weeks?"

	"No, six weeks. Unless you don't want to enjoy some honey moon in
US." She looked to a calendar and said: "The weeding must take place next
7th July, Sunday. It must be on that day of the week since Saturday is
sacred for our Jew friends."

	"Thanks Elisabeth for giving us the opportunity to pay you back a
little of our great debt to you in the name of your grand children."

	"Joan, I have told you and to all our friends that Jew Community
owes me nothing. We were human beings helping other persons; that's all. By
the way, if your occupations permit you, I'm just inviting you to this
loved couple's weeding."

	"Thanks Elisabeth, but I have to look into my agenda as soon as I
return to Switzerland. If I'm not able to attend, someone in behalf of me
would do." He repeated again a telephone call and only we could only
understand our names. "Well, Maria and Joss, everything is ready for your
incorporation in the hospital as a married couple."

	"Thank you very much, we could not even dream that could
happen. Only very few people got in there."

	"You have a good background and we are sure you will help a lot to
our success."

	"You can bet for it, we will put all our best in our work." Maria
said.

	"Thank Elisabeth for the coffee. I said I would be away half an
hour and I'm over an hour. Never mind, time elapses very quick when we are
between friends." He got up, kissed Granny and Maria and I shook
hands. When he left, we hugged and kissed Granny.

	"Granny, do you realise it? That is the best hospital in the world
in that field! Many Presidents and kings round the world go there for
treatment. Oh my God!" I jumped and kissed Maria."

	"Children, I understand your excitement, but your have to organize
your weeding with only six weeks. You must put to work all your capacity."

	"Granny, your phone bill for this month will be a little bit
different." She reached me and kissed my face tenderly.

	"Joss, my child, I'm very proud of both of you, how happy your
grandpa would have been seeing you a medicine doctor!" Maria kissed Granny
and in a low voice, she asked her:

	"Granny, where can I find a pharmacy? I need to be ready for my
honey moon." Granny laughed and gave Maria the address of the nearest
one. Then she added:

	"You must stay here minimum a week. Maria needs sometime to prepare
her wedding dress. Yours is not a problem, Joss. Now take the telephone, we
have no time to lose, we will go for shopping in half an hour."

	"Hello Peter, is mom there? You are the first to know."

	"To know what, Joss?

	"Maria and I must get married within six weeks. I'll talk you when
I finish with dad." I told everything to dad and mom and why we were so
hurry. Mom started to sob and wanted to talk to Granny who explained her
again all circumstances. Then Peter took the receiver very excited: "Peter,
I cannot be there before a week, so you have to organize the wedding. Now
please pay attention. As usual, we must make a team to divide the
job. Alfred and Johnny will take care about the church, Maria wants that of
your village; music, vehicles, etc. We don't want anything big, but I
calculate round 300 guests. You and Nick will take care of the list of
guests and banquet, providing hotel accommodation and information to those
that requested it.  Margaret and Lucia will be in charge of preparing the
ceremony, protocol, and children to handle the rings.  Did you put down?"

	"Yes boss, I did."

	"Thank you brother, but we cannot charge our parents with this
burden. Please call me with any doubt. If you need further help I think
David can provide it."

Maria called Mother Louise; she was so impressed that barely could speak to
her daughter. The telephone rang every minute, Johnny, Alfred and later on
Margaret. My dear Nick called very late when he returned from the
University, he was very excited. In the morning of the following day, we
went with Granny to that shop where we bought our first clothes; still the
owner was there and she personally attended us. As the first time, I
finished after seeing some models, nevertheless, Maria and Granny were in
the premises until late, but as they informed me, they had now an idea, but
they must return next day. I took the opportunity to pay a visit to our
friends Lauthen; their grandpa had passed away a couple of years
before. The last day in Cologne, I took Maria from the hand and we entered
in the secret room. We made love in it as dedication to grandpa and Granny.

After a very busy week, we returned to Madrid together with Granny. All
were very excited with the wedding preparations; however, we were a team
and used to work together. We went thru our guests list and added some
forgotten persons, such as Williams that since that incident, we accounted
within our best friends.

Dad invited his brother and sister's families, however, all declined their
assistance with stupid arguments; except David and Lucia. We agreed in the
gang that Peter would take care of Margaret and Nick of Lucia; David had
his half: Alfred's sister. Both girls couldn't be happier, only Nick seemed
a little bit disappointed, but not much. Margaret and Lucia exchanged
stares. Lucia approached Margaret.

	"Don't say anything to anybody, but tonight I must seduce your
brother; he is so handsome today that I'll eat him." They laughed aloud and
happily.

	"Confidence for confidence, cousin. I am prepared to seduce my
adored man." New laughs and suspicions from the young men.

As usually, Nick was a real star in the wedding, and Lucia hanging from his
arm shone together as a constellation as Margaret did with Peter. I must
recognize that Lucia was not a real beauty, but she was pretty; however, in
contrast, she had the loveliest body of all the girls and women assisting
to the weeding; probably due to the influence of the fashion world where
she was involved. Saul commented: "Except for the hair, your cousin is a
Marilyn Monroe," and he was right.

David and Lucia never thought of an event like this: cars, elegant people,
dresses, jewels..., he commented to his sister:

	"This does not match with what our parents and grandpa had told us
many times!" Lucia full of happiness seeing Nick approaching, answered her
brother.

	"Brother, I am very, very happy about what we are watching. I would
have liked our stupid aunt was here, she would have died from envy." David
jokingly answered:

	"Did you want to spoil Joss and Maria's happiness with the witch
poisoning us? They laughed loudly as Nick hugged them.

	"Did I lose anything funny, cousins?

	"Sure you did. I'll let you know some time." Happily, they went to
meet the rest of their young friends.

It was a lovely and happy day. Two Johnny's nephews carried the rings in
the ceremony; and as my wife wished, we did it in the village's church. I
think that most of the villagers were outside or in the streets watching
the wedding. The children's choir from our old school sang along the
ceremony. I was surprised when we heard "Ave Maria" sang by a 10 y/o boy,
as Johnny did long time before; he was a new nightingale after many
years. That morning Granny asked Nick to ride her to Maria house, there,
once she was ready to leave to meet me at the church, Granny gave her a
kiss.

	"Maria, following your wishes, I have kept your necklace during
eleven years, now you must wear and keep it as part of our family." She
opened the box and hanged it from Maria's lovely neck.

	"Thanks Granny, I promised you that you would hang it, and I have
complied my word." Granny grinned and kissed Maria. Mother Louise could not
understand since Maria never told her mother about the jewel. That day the
four necklaces were shining in all their splendour adorning Granny, mom,
and Margaret's necks; besides my wife's. After the weeding, they were put
under a bank safe. She arrived to the church hanged by John's arm and I did
to mom's. My God, she was so beautiful! The ceremony ended and later the
banquet, the gang did a very good job. In a moment, my dear brother Nick
approached, hugged, and kissed us.

	"Jossy, I don't know when I'll see you again and if I can live
without you, but my heart today is bleeding, my dear brother, and sister;
my present must wait until you return from US." He kissed Maria and me
again, his eyes were blurred. We said good byes to all our guests, kissed,
and hugged all family and especially to Granny, that was too hard to say
goodbye.

	"My children, take care of yourselves, and remember, always work
together and live together, don't fall in the temptation, and as up today,
you must be the first. You are European and must be proud of it." We kissed
her tenderly.

	"Granny, sorry for our sobs, but you can be sure that our hearts
are with you." We left for the airport in Peter's car. At the gate, we
hugged Peter.

	"Peter, please, look after our family and especially after Nick and
Margaret, they will need you." We hugged him and entered thru the boarding
gate. Eight hours later, we arrived to New York's airport. We went to New
Jersey to a new countryside hotel not very far from the hospital. That was
our first night duly married.  I don't know how, but we received a large
bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne in our room. The manager came
to congratulate us and say that if we needed anything he would be in his
office. We were tired and six hours difference made us sleeping, however we
wanted to celebrate our new wedding night:

	"My beautiful wife, I think we deserve some lovemaking."

	"Yes my hawk, I need it, so, hurry up." We got naked for the first
time in America, we were anxious of sex. I took Maria in my arms kissed her
tenderly, and transported to the bed. We liked a lot to make a quick 69,
when she was near the climax I stopped, turned round, and entered her. With
my dick in, we hugged and sucked her breasts and neck, in a few minutes a
strong climax hit us, our bodies stiffed with spasms, our breath stopped
and the great feeling arrived with amounts of semen spurted inside my new
official wife.  When we recovered of this another Special, we hugged and
kissed, looking at each other.

	"I love you Maria, I love your more than ever."

	"I love you too, Joss. Now we are officially, what we have been
during the past twelve years. We loved each other. No one has enjoyed his
youth as we have done up to now, that's great Joss! We are very lucky. I
don't know for how long this happiness will last."

	"It does not matter Maria, let's live our happiness, sadness will
come without being invited."

	"You are right, my husband. Let's chat less and make love more." We
started again until our bodies were exhausted. We spend ten days flying
from one side to other of the country enjoying our honeymoon.

The time elapsed and we were incorporated to the hospital, being our
destination the children clinic, department for eye sicknesses. We worked
very hard no mattering the time, so the director called us to thank for our
dedication. After a couple of months we received a visit in our little
flat, he introduced himself:

	"My name is Jonathan, you can call me Jon. Your names were given to
me by a common friend, Saul..." I interrupted him.

	"C'mon Jon, a friend of Saul is our friend." We talked about our
common friends and he told us he was also living as medical resident, but
as single. Chatting we knew he was very fond of "laser ray", he had read
everything about the new investigations. He was aware about our knowledge
on computer. Soon we became close friends and all three worked as a team.

We did not know until a few months later, that the wedding had had some
consequences; not in us, because we wanted to continue as we were until a
few years later. The first was the total break between dad, his brother,
and sister. They argued that we were influencing on David and Lucia's will,
but fortunately, they were over 18 y/o and their parents could do nothing
but to increase their envy and rage. They did not see we only gave them
love and support as they did to us.

Nine weeks after our departure to US, Lucia called dad, she wanted to ask
their advice. She did not tell the subject, so dad guessed she might need
money to help the new business she had started on fashion designing a
couple years before. She entered and mom was to leave the office in order
the girl could feel free speaking to his uncle; however, she loved mom as
much as she loved dad.

	"Please, Aunty Nora, Don't leave, I need you, too." In those
moments dad guessed it was a serious matter.

	"Have you quarrelled again with your parents, Lucia?

	"No, aunty; it is a more serious problem than a simple
quarrelling."

	"In that case I'll bring some coffee." In a few minutes, she
returned and ordered dad's secretary not to pass him any call until Lucia
left. They started sipping their coffees and dad asked her.

	"Well Lucia, what's your problem? In any case you know we'll help
you." Mom noticed how Lucia doubted and her long and fine fingers gripped
the cup looking for support. She bowed her lovely head and bluntly
answered.

	"I am pregnant, I expect a baby in seven months." That was as
hammer on dad, but mom bravely hugged her."

	"Is that all, Lucia?" She nodded as two tears came down her red
cheeks. "You are neither the first nor the last single woman being
pregnant. Fortunately, democracy has brought freedom for women." Dad stood
and sat near her, then hugged and caressed the well-cared silky hair. Lucia
put her head on dad's chest and started sobbing.

	"Take it easy, my child." When she calmed down, dad gave her a
paper handkerchief to dry her tears.

	"Uncle David, I am confused; I don't know what to do. Things would
be easier if I had parents like you."

	"They are not wolves, my child; however, I know how they would
react. You have come for help and advice, and right from the beginning, you
will have it; therefore, we'll find the way to solve this problem.  However
before we start talking about it, I want to make you a simple question:
Does the future father know it?" She surely feared the question, so she
shuddered.

	"No, he doesn't." She looked into dad's eyes and added, "I want you
to promise me that you will never release a single word of this, let alone
the name of the father." She trembling insisted. "Please promise me this
Uncle David, Aunty Nora". Mom caressed her back; she was the first to
answer.

	"You have our word for it Lucia, nevertheless, this make the
problem even graver." Then dad intervened:

	"Well Lucia, we are adults, and we must face reality as it is. I am
going to expose the possible alternatives you have; please don't interrupt
me until I finish; they are only sketches as you say, talking about your
drawings, not orders": She grinned lightly. "a) Abortion." She trembled
with the word, though she knew of many well to do girls that had travelled
to London with the same problem for a quick solution. "b) You secretly have
it and give the baby in adoption. c); Have it and give to your mom in order
she helps you raising the baby; and d) Have it and raise your baby freely
by your own without mattering what the opinions or gossips are. As I told
you before, you can count on us on everything." She seemed to reflect on
the different alternatives; then bravely said:

	"I'll take the last one." She paused and wiped her tears. "However
Uncle David, I want you again a new promise. In my business, I have to
travel frequently, so I will be exposed to possible accidents and I don't
want my baby be left alone. I'll do whatever legally is necessary in order
you take the custody of him/her if anything happened to me." Dad and mom
hugged and kissed her tenderly.

	"Thanks Lucy for trusting on us. You have our word for it, and we
are glad you took that decision. If you need our help to accompany you to
the doctor or where it is necessary I am prepared for that." Mom hugged her
again. Please keep us informed and don't ever forget that we are behind you
for anything that you might need." She kissed mom and dad again, and as she
stood to leave she looked at them tenderly.

	"I love you. I did not expect anything differently from you; after
all, he or she will be your first grandchild." Dad and mom were so
astounded... She grinned at them tenderly, hugged them, leaving the office.

Two years back, Lucy had organized her life separated from her family,
living in Madrid. From that moment, Nick liked to visit our cousin and chat
about everything, especially about the politic changes. With the socialist
Party on power they had introduced new and progressive social laws and led
Spain into the European Union; however sex had rarely touched and much less
performed since that night of our weeding.  He continued his sporadic
visits to her because he felt comfortable talking to his cousin, and
sometimes with David; and now even more since we were not there. However,
when her pregnancy was evident, he asked her about the baby's parenthood;
she did not answer. With her silence, Nick understood she did not like to
disclose that point; then he took a further step:

	"Lucy, the new laws introduced by the Socialist Party, not only
contemplate divorce but also that babies born in Spain will not be
discriminated while the child have or not a father. However, something
different is the society." Lucy interrupted him; she had considered that
point before.

	"To the hell with the society!" She near shouted. "I don't mind
about what they can think about; your father warned me." Nick near jumped
to know that dad and mom were aware of her situation. Why they had not said
anything to him? He thought.

	"You might not mind Lucy, but what about your son when he grows?"
She seemed to think about the point, and finally said:

	"You are going too fast; perhaps it is not "he" but can be "she";
however that does not change your question. What do you suggest?"

	"Well... since you don't want to disclose who is the father, we
must look for one." She looked at him; Nick seemed to consider the
problem. Then taking her hands in his, he added. "I can be the baby's
father, if you accept me; no one needs to know it, if you don't like." She
looked tenderly into those deep blue eyes that she loved so deeply.

	"I did not expect anything differently from you." She paused."
After all, he or she will be... your child."  Nick, as dad, could not
believe what he was hearing. She grinned and before he could say anything,
she kissed him tenderly. Yes Nick, he is your son or daughter." Nick
reacted and with his powerful hands raised her near to the ceiling.

	"I love you Lucy!" He left her on the sofa and asked: "Where's the
phone? I'll ask the gang to prepare a new wedding." She tenderly stopped
him.

	"Nick, I am not in situation for that, besides, I don't like it. I
prefer a private ceremony, but not in the church. I hate what they have
done to my father." He hugged her.

	"Ok, I'll talk to Johnny; we will marry in the Town Hall, a civil
and short ceremony that has same legal requirements and effects."

A few weeks later, Johnny acting as the Major's delegate, married
them. Only very close friends assisted, except us that even ignored all
these events until we came the following year with a week holidays.

Dad and mom complied their word, however the time elapsed, and she showed
she was pregnant. That was a terrible scandal within her conservative
family; but she bravely faced them, had a beautiful blond baby boy and dad
provided her with a nice apartment not far from her study.

Near at the end of our first year and due to our full dedication to the
hospital, we started performing operations and helping in those difficult
ones in the Operation Theatre. We only took a week of holidays and
travelled to Spain and Germany to see the family. We found the great
surprise that they did not want to disclose us. We had a nephew; Nick was
ahead of us. Granny was especially happy with Dario, her first great grand
child. Since Lucy and Nick were near all day out, Mother Louise again
looked after Dario, though she bottled fed him.

We returned to the Children Hospital. The nurses had nicknamed us as "The
Angels" because when they had a problem with a child they called on us, we
were always ready to help. Sometimes we found difficult boys or girls,
mostly lacking from love, but with a lot of money in their families, but
lack dedication to them.  One of them was Bob, an eleven y/o boy; he
reminded me my brother Nick, he was very cute, but also very sad. He was in
the hospital to be operated, which would give back the vision to his lovely
blue eyes; presently he could not see. I tried to become his friend but he
rejected everybody, he spent most of the time sobbing or in silence. To
have success in this operation we badly needed his cooperation, otherwise
it would be very difficult to get rid of his blindness. I found out he was
very fond of flowers, so I went to the Library and read what I could about
this matter, especially on tropical ones. I started talking to him and
could observe he was very interested:

	"Bob, when you get your blindness away, you can travel and see all
these beautiful flowers."

	"I love roses but I can't remember now their colours, they smell
lovely."

	"In my country there is a white rose that I like more than any
one." I told him. Soon we were friends; he stopped sobbing and was
content. The supervisor told me to go ahead with my own therapy, however
one afternoon when we were making plans to operate him I found the boy very
sad, depressed and sobbing again. Before talking to him, I asked the nurse
what has happened, she could not tell me, she said that his parents have
been visiting him.

	"Hey Bob, how are you?" He did not answer. "I have brought you
something." I put a jasmine near his nose, he instinctively smelled it. "Do
you know what is it? He stopped sobbing and near in a whisper he answered
me."

	"Sorry Joss, it is a jasmine and I like it very much. I wish you
were my dad." He reached my neck and hugged me. I returned the hug without
words, I understood his problem.

	"Bob, your dad loves you a lot and he likes you to cure your
blindness."

	"I don't think so, he loves his company and he does not love
flowers; he said that flowers are for women. However, I don't mind if he
does not love flowers, he loves another woman, and probably mom loves
another man. They are going to get divorced."

	"How do you know that, Bob? Have they told you?

	"No, they haven't, I'm blind but not silly. I don't want to get the
sight to see them quarrelling all the time. I prefer to be in silence." I
hugged him again.

	"My son, there are many beautiful things in the world to see, apart
of your parents: flowers, girls, monuments. You must be brave; your life
would change. In a couple of years you will be dating a lovely girl, and
believe me, it is worthwhile."

	"I don't want any girl now, they are silly."

	"Are you sure?" He doubted.

	"Well, not completely. I must admit there are some beautiful ones,
especially Sylvia. That's what mom says because I cannot see her, I touched
her face, and it confirmed me what mom said."

	"Will you introduce her to me, some day?" I notice how he smiled.

	"I would do if you were a teacher in my school."

	"Bob, will you promise me not to be sad again?"

	"I do Joss. Thank for your help. By the way, when do you plan to
operate on me?"

	"Well, if you are ready, when your doctor decides it, I must find
out."

	"No, I want you to do it. I know you will put all your heart on it
because you love me as no one has done before."

	"Sure I love you, my son. I'll see to that. I must leave now
because some others also need me." I was at the door when he told me.

	"Joss, the first thing that I want to see is your face and a white
rose."

	"You can count on it Bob." I had a meeting with other doctors, I
explained all my conversations with the boy to them, being present my
supervisor and building manager. All agree that I could go ahead and
planning the operation, however, firstly I should contact the child's
parents and have a meeting with them; we needed their consent before
anything. We called them and only came Bob's father. I explained him the
danger of not having Bob's cooperation.

	"Can I be frank with you Mr. Cathy?"

	"Please do, and call me Ken"

	"Ok Ken, my name is Joss." I continued. "Bob is a great boy, he
feels alone and what is more important, he miss you both; he knows that you
are going to divorce, in spite of that I have convinced him otherwise;
however, we cannot guaranty that he will not be depressed again after the
operation, that would ruin our work and his eyes."

	"How does he know about the divorce? We have only planned it.

	"Ken, don't forget he is blind; he has a sixth sense that a normal
person does not. The example is your visit; where is your wife?" You are
busy persons but your son needs you both, not just now. Ken, you know the
crucial time that your son is going thru, you must help him. You and your
wife are the only persons that can perform that type of healing."

	"I know what you mean and I recognize I'm selfish in respect of my
son, but my wife also does not help."

	"Ken, I have a theory never been demonstrated, and it is that a
cute a clever boy as Bob, is not the fruit of an occasional intercourse; to
get a beautiful boy like him, a lot of love is needed when his conception
took place." He gazed at the window and into the gardens surrounded the
hospital.

	"Joss, at least in what we are concerned, your theory is absolutely
true. I loved my wife and we wanted him very much. When she told me was
pregnant I jumped of joy, we made a great feast to celebrate it. He came
and after his birth, business and social life overtook us, leaving him
aside. Later on, he started getting blind, we blamed each other quarrelling
instead of being together and make him happy..." I notice he was near to
break.

	"Ken, still is not late, he loves and miss you. I cannot say what
you should do, but please, help your son, he will thank you all his life. I
talk with some experience. It was a pleasure to meet you Ken; if you want
anything from us you know where to find it." Before I left him, I turned
around and added: "By the way, when you come next time, please bring with
you a girl named Sylvia, she is in Bob's school and group, however, it is
your idea, not mine." He was a little bit surprised but said nothing.

	"Ok. Thanks Joss." We shook hands and said goodbye.

Days went by quickly, Maria and I performed near daily operations on
children; we had formed a perfect team and our superiors in the hospital
trusted us. After many testing, we decided that Bob was ready. It was
Saturday and we agreed operation would take place the following Monday. I
went to make a last check in his eyes early and before he had breakfast; a
few hours later, he would receive his parents. I entered in the room with a
nurse; Bob was sat down on the bed with his back to us. When he heard us he
jumped from the bed and ran to hug me, placing his arms round my waist and
his head on my chest; I could see he had his pyjama's fly open and his dick
erected.

	"Good morning Joss, I'm ready and willing to be operated." I
returned the hug, and kissed his hair, slowing my voice, and quick I told
him:

	"Bob, close your fly, your cock is showing out." He flushed and
turned round adjusting his pyjama before the nurse could see anything. "Ok
Bob, your parents are coming today to visit you and to sign some papers; we
have planned to operate you early next Monday. Now please sit down on your
chair, the nurse will put a drop in your eyes to make the last check."

	"Dr. von Kempt, are you sure mom is also coming? He did not call me
Joss when someone was present.

	"Well, they told me that, but sure your dad will be here."

	"I love my dad, he has come everyday to see me, but he did not say
anything about..." He stopped, realising someone strange was in the room.

	"Bob, other children need me. I'll come back in an hour; meantime
you can have your breakfast." I came back and checked his eyes; everything
responded to what we had planned. "Visit time starts at 11:00, so you still
have time to get your shower and dress properly." He got red again.

	"Joss, inside the wardrobe there is a green pyjama with elastic and
no fly. Can you, please, hand it to me?"  I gave him the pyjama and left
the room, closing the door. I had agreed with his parents to meet them
during their visit; so, when it was time I went to Bob's room. He was on
his mom's lap hugging her, she was silently crying. I coughed and entered
in the room. He jumped from her lap telling me with joy, :
	"Joss, Joss, mom's here!" She hugged her son again. He did not say
Dr. von Kempt, so she realised what I meant for her son.

	"Bob, I'm here and we will be again together, all four. Little Ann
is missing you, too." Then his dad got up and approached me.

	"I'm sorry Joss, I couldn't find Sylvia; she is in this hospital
for a checking. The receptionist told me that she is in a different
building and under the care of Dr. Maria.

	"I that case, don't worry, she is my wife." I phoned Maria and we
agreed she would ask Sylvia's mother, if she consented, they would come to
meet him. An hour later, Maria, Sylvia and her mother came. I called Bob's
dad and we made the introductions. He took the girl to Bob's room; he was
sat on a small desk chatting with his mother.

	"Bob, I have brought someone with me that I think you would like to
meet."

	"Who is it, dad?" The girl immediately recognized the boy's voice.

	"It is me, Bob"

	"Oh, Sylvia!" He expertly crossed the room and met her, taking from
the hand.

	"Please, sit down. How happen that you have come?"

	"I'm here in the hospital for a checking; your dad made it
possible." I saw Bob extracting from a drawer a Braille rule and puncher;
he put a sheet in it and started writing in that blinds' language. I
motioned their parents to come with me for the formalities about the
operation. Maria took Sylvia's mom for a coffee since she wanted to explain
her results. Later on, Bob told me:

	"Today is a very happy day for me. Dad told me that if everything
goes right, all of us will go for a tour round Europe. Mom also said that
their differences have been forgotten, so we are again a happy family."

	"I'm glad for you, Bob; and what about Sylvia?

	"That is the best part of it. Look at this sheet."

	"I can't see anything except punching, I suppose is Braille
writing."

	"Yes it is. In short I said to Sylvia that I loved her y she told
me she loved me."

	"That's fantastic Bob! Now that we are friends, I'm going to make
you a confidence, but please, keep it for you and me. My wife and I love
each other since we were your age. Sylvia is a beautiful girl; she deserves
your love. You will see by yourself within a few days."

	"Thanks Joss for relying on me. Dad told me that if we go to
Europe, Sylvia will come with us, I'd be her eyes until she can see by
herself. He agreed to that. Mom also was very glad that I had so a good
friend."

The operation took place as planned and it was a total success. Bob
recovered his vision. It was a lovely moment when I unwrapped the bandage
that covered his lovely black eyes. He was sat down and excited; he
remained in silence for a moment, suddenly he jumped from the chair and
hugged me very tight, wrapping his little arms round my waist.

	"Thanks Joss to you all." He started sobbing emotionally.

	"Now Bob, please take it easy because it is not good for you to
cry; when you are ready I'll call your family, they are anxious waiting
outside."

	"I can't help Joss. Never mind, please I want to see them." I
called his family. I cannot describe the scene that makes us, doctors, feel
great; that feeling of satisfaction cannot be compared with anything. Later
that day Maria also brought Sylvia and we left them in private for a few
minutes. Bob kissed her for the first time and she blushed and returned the
kiss of love, then Bob said:

	"Don't worry Sylvia, I'll be your eyes if you cannot recover your
vision, but I love you and I will do forever."

	"I love you too Bob." Maria took her to her room, she was very
happy; she promised Maria that when they get married they would invite us
as their best friends. We thanked them and continued our task with other
sick children that needed us.

We received very few letters from our family, since very often we spoke by
phone; that day when we returned home, we found a thick envelope with mom's
handwriting. Besides the letter, she included some photos of Dario. He was
now over one year. We could not believe what we saw! We knew him bald, but
now he had a lovely near white blond hair, however, at least for the moment
it was not lank, as his father's, but curly; that even made him more
gorgeous. Mom said he was a real copy of his father. He had filled the gap
that we had left. Margaret was mad with her nephew. The little boy was the
prince of the family.

Chapter 29 --------------

Time went by. We were near the end of our second year. We had planned to
spend our two weeks of holidays in Spain and Germany. Before we started, it
was announced that an eminent doctor would come for a conference in the
Hospital; he was considered a world authority in eyes' sickness. The
previous night and after our daily lovemaking, as usual, we were caressing
each other, it was not late, but we needed to get up early.

	"Maria, this man is an authority in our specialisation and one of
the best surgeons in the US. It is unbelievable that such sickness, well
known, there is no one that can perform the operation to cure it.

	"At least up today no one has succeeded; it is very difficult to do
it, only a machine could do that and still that machine does not exist."

	"Maria, I have an idea. Jonathan told me that there are advanced
investigations to heal very small wounds with laser ray."

	"I know it, but the problem is not to heal or cure a wound, the
problem is that it is so delicate that no hand is capable to do it, without
risking the patient sight."

	"But what about a laser ray driven by a computer? That could be as
precise as it is wanted. The only problem would be the program and the
tool, but that is a question of money. I think today there is enough
technology to develop such a machine."

	"You are right Joss, we can ask that tomorrow, we lose nothing;
however, firstly we need to consult Jonathan. Let's call him." We phoned
him and we agree to meet at the canteen an hour before we started work. We
met and talked over all pros and cons; agreed to propose that
solution. Many children got blind by accident that could not be cured due
to this sickness.

The conference room was full; the doctor was accompanied by the Hospital's
director and by our building manager. When he finished, he said:

	"I would much appreciate if any of you want to make a question
regarding this sickness that unfortunately still can not be operated." I
raised my hand being aware that maybe our prestige would fall down.

	"Sir, you said there is not a hand that can perform this type
operation."

	"Yes, that what I have said."

	"But, what about if it is done with the help of a machine? Silence
was over all of us, however we heard low giggles.

	"What type of machine, Mr..." The building manager pointed him out
"von Kempt."

	"We believe a laser ray driven by a computer program." We heard
some open laughs and someone said:

	"We suppose you have the submarine and the machine to reduce it."
He referred to a movie that showed an operation. We saw that the men in the
main desk kept serious; imposing silence as they talked among them. When
the silence returned the lecturer added:

	"Gentlemen, this country built its science sometimes based on
absurd ideas that came true with the time. I suppose you... Mr. Tosh, have
a better idea. Please let's know it instead of laughing and joking about
someone's." No one responded, and then our Hospital director spoke:

	"Mr. Von Kempt, you said we; am I right."

	"Yes sir, I refer to my wife and Dr. Jonathan Kirsch."

	"Please, you three, come to my office in half an hour time. You
Mr. Tosh also come to the building Manager's office. That's all
gentlemen. Thanks for your attendance.

We were trembling of emotion; we knew in what a difficult task we might be
involved. We entered into the large and luxurious room, the lecturer was
sat on a large armchair, sipping a cup of coffee; the director invited us
to sit down and to take a cup of coffee, too.

	"Mr. Von Kempt, you have surprised us. We know about all of your
excellent curriculum and the task that you are performing in our hospital,
so we have strong foundations to believe that you know what you are talking
about, and we want you to express your idea." I stared at Maria and Jon to
confirm me as the spokesman.

	"Thank you Sr." I was a little nervous as I continued. "The idea is
to build a fine laser machine and to write a program that would do the
job. A doctor, thru a computer, would need to fix the parameters where the
machine must operate; the computer would send the command to the laser ray
marking the intensity and duration of it; that would be as precise as the
best clock. There are investigations in General Electric, they have
developed..." We explained all our ideas about that project, and I ended:
"However that would cost a lot of money and hard work." The director then
stared at man sat in the armchair:

	"Ok. Please, put all your explanations in writing and give them to
your building Mgr., let's say next Monday, I'll instruct him
accordingly. If you need to be relieved from any task, you should ask
him. I will not accept any delay. Thanks for coming." Then the lecturer
said:

	"Mrs. and Mr. Von Kempt, Mr. Kirsch; it was a pleasure to meet
you." We shook hands and left the office. I did not hug and kiss my
colleagues because we were in the main building, but as soon as we were in
my apartment we hugged and I kissed my wife.

	"Maria, Jonathan, we must contact Saul and to develop a strategy to
follow, however we must put in writing all of it."

We spent the full weekend working on the project; the building manager
relieved us from our works on those days; except those that we were
absolutely necessary; such as the final results with Sylvia by Maria. For
the first time, even we forgot our daily lovemaking; however, we presented
a full report with more than fifty pages with all kind of details and
graphics. We delivered it the following Monday round 9:00 am. The manager
said that he had already been asked about it, so without time to read or
inspect, he made a photocopy and immediately went to the director's office,
though before he left, he warned us:

	"Lady and gentlemen, please, consider this is a confidential
matter, no one, except us, must know about it. Is it clear?

	"Yes Sir." We all answered at unison. Two days later, they
requested us to clarify and extend some points of the report until it was
at Director's satisfaction. Meantime we continued with our daily tasks. The
hospital was very busy and we had to operate near every day. I found a
particular boy round 12 named Raphael. He had not a serious problem; he
wanted to become with the time an orchestra conductor. He already played
piano and violin very well, but his parents wanted him to lead their
export/import company; he was their only son with three sisters, so he
loved his parents but was very upset with them.

We intimated with each other chatting about music. I preferred these boys
to call me by my name instead the formality of Dr. Von Kempt; that made
them more confident and to accept the operation and trusting on us; that
was very important for me.

	"Joss, why my dad insists to convert me into a merchant? I don't
want it; I like to be a musician, a concert man, or an orchestra's
conductor. I dream to be in front of a great band with a great choral group
and playing, let us say, the Beethoven's 9th Symphony." His eyes were
strayed and his mind wondering God knows where.

	"Raphael you must get your goal, I never found a boy with so fixed
ideas, except my wife and my brother Nick; you cannot be diverted from
that, otherwise you will never be happy. I am sure you will be a good
musician; otherwise, you will be a bad merchant. Please, don't tell your
dad I have said that." He smiled and hugged me.

	"Thanks Joss, I will dedicate my first concert to you and your
wife."

	"It will be a pleasure to attend to it, if we can."

	"Joss, I have another problem. I like all type of music, but of
course, I prefer classic; however at home it absolutely forbidden to play
anything related to Wagner, but I like his music not his ideas; that was
near two centuries ago, I have nothing to do with the past.

	"I do agree with you Raphael, but you cannot censor your dad for
that; your people suffered too much due to people that thought like Wagner
did, however, I'm half German and as far as I know, most of Germans did not
share those politic views."

	"I know that Joss, in fact dad and Uncle Peter were saved by a
German doctor when they were children; they were hidden in the doctor's
house, even the doctor certified their death, risking his own life to save
them. Dad told me that this doctor and his wife, a musician, created an
organization and saved many of our people. He never released the doctor's
name. Joss, please, can you keep a secret?"

	"Of course, I can." Then he added:

 	"Dad belongs to the General Jew Council, and he told me this
doctor's grandchild is in this hospital, and he is as good doctor as his
grandpa was. He does not talk about these things with mom or my sisters,
only with me, in spite they are older than I am; because of that, I love
him so much. Our only problem is the music. I'm sure dad would like to know
him and thank for what their grandparents did, and I too, because otherwise
I wouldn't exist."

	"Raphael, there are some Germans becoming good doctors in this
great hospital, however I'll try to find out for you, but secret for
secret, you cannot say anything to your dad, Ok?"

	"Yes, Ok."

We started chatting about other matters. Some days passed, Maria operated
him, and everything was Ok.  When he was ready to leave, the following
Saturday, Maria told him:

	"Raphael, Joss has given me this message for you. When you are
fully recovered, you must come for a final checking, then we may give you
good news, but still, please, keep it between us, ok?" He gratefully said:

	"Thank you Mrs. Von Kempt, I'll keep as up today." We said goodbye
and the family left the Hospital.  Another two weeks went by. It was
Friday; I received a message from dad, it said:

"Dear Maria and Joss: With the help of Williams and Alfred's fathers, as
lawyers, and the influence of Johnny in his party's colleagues; the
Ministry of Justice has granted, and today is being published in the
government official paper, your first surname has been changed. From now
on, your full name will be: Joss Mas- VonKempt Martin, so Granny surname
will be forever with you and your descendants. All your records in the
school and Civil Register will be amended accordingly. Since you are in the
US, the Spanish consulate in New York will coordinate with US Ministry of
Justice the amendment of your passports and visa, as well as your records
within the Hospital; that would also affect to Maria's, due to the
peculiarity of US Law.  Consulate people will visit you to ask for your
personal documents. Should you have any question, please phone to Spanish
Consulate, and ask for Mr. Manuel de la Vega, I'll call you next Sunday
round 10 am. A great hug and many kisses from all. Dad."

That did not surprised me because I knew mom wanted that, and dad was fully
supporting her. The next Monday the building manager called us to his
office.

	"Next Friday you are called for a meeting within the Principal's
office and some other persons at 10 am. You must finish anything that you
are handling now, if you cannot, please recommend me to whom we'll give
your tasks; I have been advised that you must be available for a different
job. Still this is confidential.  Any question?"

	"No, Sir." We answered. He with a smile of satisfaction said.

	"Thanks for coming. Now to your task as usual."

On Friday, we all were as requested in the General Director's office
accompanied by our building manager.  As usual, the lecturer, Mr. Japheth
Lark, as he introduced himself, was sat on the big armchair, the general
director invited us to sit and to take a cup of coffee; and once all were
comfortable, he started:

	"We have some news about you three. One: you have performed more
operations on patients of all kind on your own specialization than probably
a normal MD in this hospital would do in four years. Your skills have been
proven as excellent and the results are in our records as a proof of
them. In addition, you have done a lot of research on every patient to
demonstrate the best way to get the best results. We sent your respective
profiles to the Dean of the University and in a common decision, we have
agreed to grant you the grade of Medical Doctor as Surgeons in this
hospital; therefore, from now on, you will be able to exercise your skill
in this country according to the specific law."

We were amazed since the normal time was three years of practices and a
good performance to get the grade of Doctor, he continued: "Your respective
Universities will be informed with copy of all the relate documentation for
their files. Now Dr. Maria Mas-VonKempt nee Martinez, Dr. Jonathan Kirsch,
and Dr.  Joseph Mas-VonKempt. Congratulations!" They stood and shook our
hands, he continued: "Now, since we are colleagues, may I address to you by
your name."

	"Thank you sir." We answered.

	"Maria and Joss, the change of your surname has been communicated
by the Ministry of Justice in coordination with your Embassy, so a
policeman will come today to pick up your passports for amendment in your
Consulate in New York. Please handle them to my Secretary; she will take
care of everything."

"Two: Since you are doctors surgeons, this hospital have hired you, if you
agreed, with the related pay and the change of status that it
implies. However, we have decided that your tasks from now on will be those
attached to the research and completion of our project as first priority;
you will continue to receive instructions from your building manager for
the rest of your time. Do you agree?"

	"Yes sir." We answered at unison. He continued:

"Three: We contacted all the related persons and companies as suggested in
your report to carry out this project. Need not to say that, until the
machine is properly working and property-trade registered, all yours moves,
investigations, contacts, journeys, etc. involved in it are strictly
confidential. Under any circumstance, any information will be released to
any person or party not directly working in the project. Dr. Lark, from
whom you now it depends, will coordinate all your reports and
developments. That is the condition set up by the other companies, our
partners, and we agreed to that." He paused: "Maria, you will travel to
Atlanta to meet GE people. You will negotiate the cost that we have to pay;
I know you are very keen on negotiations, so you are in charge of the
finance part of the project. Our lawyer will assist you; he will meet you
at the airport, room 200. However what you decide will be our compromise."

	"Excuse me sir." Maria said. "I have two questions. First, how do
you know that I'm keen on negotiations? I'm a MD; and second, which are our
objectives?"

	"Maria we know about you more than you can imagine; for instance,
we even know that Joss fought for you near 12 years ago." We opened our
mouth in amazement, he continued. "Your second question, you must be able
to get the first machine at the production cost, all involved expenses and
research costs will be borne by GE as manufacturing's; that needs no
discussion, we need money for other projects; so the cheaper you get it the
better."

"Jonathan and Joss, you will travel to California; at Los Angeles Jonathan
will meet engineers from Laser Tools Ltd., then they will take you to the
factory to discuss all items that concern the project. Joss, you will meet
our friend Saul from Lame Systems Ltd. You have the full Monday for
discussions. Tuesday morning, you will hold a joint meeting with both firms
to get rid of any discrepancy. You must fly back home during the
afternoon. At the final of the meetings, a minute will be written and sent
to us with all your agreements. In the instance of Maria, the report must
be written "in situ" and signed by all attendees in the form of a
contract."  He stood up and extracted from a cabinet three small suitcases
with our gold names on each one.

	"Here you are all the instructions to follow, your air tickets, a
small amount in cash and a gold visa credit card. You can buy anything that
you may need; you don't need to justify your purchases, unless they are
very exceptional; in this case, you only need to keep the related
tickets. Once you finish your trip, next Wednesday, you will come to
Dr. Lark's office and give him a verbal report. You should keep your cases
and the visa card for future actions. When we receive the minute of the
meetings, we will call you in order your to ascertain it and sign. Dr. Lark
and mine's phones will be open 24 hours a day for you; so, please don't
hesitate to contact us in case of any problem. Is it clear lady and
gentlemen?"

	"Yes sir." Maria answered. "We will do our best to comply with our
needs." They extended their hands to us and wished a safe trip. We were
incredulous how far and quick things were going. Before we left, our
building manager asked us:

	"Maria, we need your help; that little blind girl named Sylvia is
very depressed, we have done everything we could, however she continue
sobbing and she does not accept food; in a couple of days she must leave
the hospital. I'm worried about what her parents may think about us. She
was full of joy when she came for our examination. I don't know what to
think about."

	"Let me have a look, she has been my patient and I know her." We
found Sylvia on the bed with a very sad face, apparently had been
crying. "Sylvia, my love, what the matter with you? who has hurt you?"  She
turned around and hugged Maria on the waist.

	"Oh! Maria, I don't know what is happening to me. Who is with you?"

	"I'm Joss, Maria is my wife."

	"I know that Joss, she loves you a lot."

	"We love each other a lot, the same as Bob and you." Hearing me
naming Bob, she started again sobbing.

	"That's the problem, I love him but I'm blind, he should not love a
blind girl, he must love a healthy girl and when he gets adult to marry a
normal girl and not me..." Maria hugged Sylvia, caressing her lovely blond
hair.

	"Sylvia, you are a beautiful girl and you cannot command on Bob's
heart, telling to whom he has to love. He chose you and he did not mind
whether you are blind or not. Why are you going to decide what he must do?
On the other hand, perhaps, you don't love him enough."

	"Oh no, I love him too much, my heart race as a horse when I touch
his face, he is so cute..."

	"In that case why are you risking your love? Please Sylvia, stop
wondering. He loves you and want to see you content and with joy. Men like
their loves happy, not sad; so cheer up and get back you lovely colours on
your cheeks. Tomorrow he will come and we are sure he will want to see you
happy." Sylvia smiled broadly.

	"Thank you Maria. Is still my lunch on the table?"

	"Yes it is. Joss please, put the tray on the desk."

	"I'll eat it now. I promise you Maria not to be as I'm now. He will
find me fit and well tomorrow. He promised to take me to Europe with him;
he will describe me the monuments and I'll tell him their history, I am
very keen on arts."

	"That's very good Sylvia, I'm sure that you will enjoy being
together." We kissed her and left the room; the nurse was amazed seeing the
little girl having her lunch. I heard how a nurse was telling to another
"They are called the angels, I think they must be..." During visitors'
time, in the afternoon, Bob came to see Maria and me, before he went to see
Sylvia he had a lovely bunch of flowers with him.

	"Glad to see you again, Bob," Maria said.

	"Thanks Dr. von Kempt. I want to ask you for a favour."

	"What is it Bob?"

	"I, I, I would like to have ten minutes of privacy with Sylvia, may
I?" He blushed, however Maria did as not noticing it, but I also realised
what he was going to do.

	"Bob, that is not allowed to patients and visitors, but this is an
exceptional case, however this must be absolutely a secret, therefore you
must promise me no one will know about it."

	"You can bet for it, I'm more interested than you in keeping it
secret. I'm near a man and you can rely on my word."

	"Ok, come on and sit in my office; I'll bring you Sylvia, you would
have ten minutes; please be prudent, Bob." I left him and in a few minutes,
I brought Sylvia with me. Immediately she entered into the room, he went to
her, and I left my office standing outside keeping guard just in case. Bob
then said:

	"Sylvia, we are alone, we have ten minutes, Dr. Maria von Kempt is
risking her position for us, but I need it." He grabbed Sylvia's hands and
kissed her palms dragging them to his own cheeks. She started to tremble as
he continued: "Sylvia I love you, I love you more than anything in the
world."

	"But Bob, we are too young and besides I'm blind."

	"Please Sylvia, don't reject me, I love you with all my heart. If
you are blind I'll be your eyes myself."  Tears started to come down from
those beautiful blue blind yes.

	"Bob, my Bob, I can't reject you! I love you from the first time I
touched your face, since then, I can't help sobbing." Bob approached her,
and looking at her face and her little breasts that could be seen thru an
upper aperture of her hospital pyjama, he kissed her cheeks and her eyes
licking her salty tears. She was quivering with her mouth near open and her
breath accelerated, then Bob kissed her red lips for the first time, she
instinctively opened her mouth and received Bob's tongue inside her; both
near fainted in pleasure and love. Bob felt how his cock was got erected,
and she felt a strange stirring sensation in her groin. They broke the
tender kiss and hugged very tight, her head on Bob's left shoulder as he
was caressing her blond hair.

	"I love you Sylvia, I love you as you are, with your long hair and
your lovely face. I don't mind if you are blind or not. I'll be your eyes
and your heart wherever we go." Then Sylvia broke the hug and touching
Bob's face, reached his chin, and first kissed it and then his lips again.

	"I love you too, my Bob, I love you very much, I love that lovely
dimple that breaks your chin. Please, please, don't leave me."

	"Leave you? Are you mad my beautiful girl? I love you and I will
never have a secret with you, I'll be always honest to you."

	"Bob I have felt something strange and hard on your groins. I
suppose I should know." She blushed deeply."

	"Yes Sylvia, it is my penis erected as we kissed, but it must wait
until we are more grown up."

	"Bob you are so good, I must say that I also felt something strange
and pleasant when we kissed."  Before she finished, Bob kissed her again,
but this time passionately. His left hand stroking her hair, and the right
one introduced thru her pyjama, rubbing her little breasts and then her
back. She did the same caressing Bob's silk blond hair. However, as he
looked at his watch he broke the kiss.

	"Sylvia, I would like to be like that for ages but it is a minute
to go, let's sit down on an armchair and talk as good friends. We can
continue chatting but being separated. I don't want to spoil Dr. Von
Kempt's friendship." They kissed again quickly and Bob opened the door so
that anyone could see them if wanted. In a couple of minutes, Maria came
and Bob stared at her gratefully.

	"How are my beautiful couple?" Sylvia stood up and hugged
Maria. She in private did not call her Dr.  as Bob did with Joss.

	"Maria, we will never thank you enough for what you have done. We
love each other and we love you." Then Bob said:

	"Please Dr. let me call you Maria as I do to Joss."

	"That's ok, Bob.

	"Thanks. Now I want you to be a witness." He extracted a gold chain
from which a gold little heart was hanging, showing a date and something
written in Braille language. "Sylvia this is for you." She took the jewel
and touched it. She blushed again remembering their kisses of some minutes
ago.

	"I know it is a present from you to Sylvia, but I don't understand
what it is written on it." Then Sylvia read:

	"Our first kiss; and today date." Then she addressed to Bob. "How
did you know..."

	"Because I love you my beautiful blonde and I wanted it to open our
love forever. I'm going to ask your consent in presence of our friend
Maria. Sylvia, will you marry me when we are adults? She blushed again and
stammering said:

	"Yes, I will."

	"My "bar mitzvah" will take place within a few months, before that
time arrives, I'll ask my dad to ask your parents you to be my fianc‚e
until we are adults. I want everybody knows about it, Sylvia."

	"Oh my Bob! I would kiss you if not..."

	"Do it, here is only Maria."

	"Wait a moment, and I'll watch no one can see you." Maria
said. "Now you can..." Before she could finish, Sylvia was kissing Bob
tenderly.

	"I love you, my Bob, and I consent."

	"I love you too, my Sylvia. You will be my wife."

	"Well my little couple, visitors' time in my office has finished;
if you want to continue, you must do publicly in the visitors room or in
your own room." Maria took them to the visitor lounge where they sat down
together chatting about everything as two good friends.

The following Sunday we left for our missions. We reached all the
objectives, but Maria also improved hers.  She got the first machine free
of charge and the right to test any new model before it going into the
market.  GE's director offered to hire her as a Negotiation Mgr. paying her
three times what she may get from our hospital plus a lot of benefits. She
rejected the proposal; that was also written in the minute of meeting.

On Tuesday morning, we were near finishing our report to Mr. Lark and to
the General Mgr. Mr. Simon. They were giving us his congratulations for our
performances when someone knocked on the door. Mr. Simon had ordered not to
disturb us under any circumstance until he said otherwise. His secretary
showed herself.

	"Sorry sir, I know your instructions, but I have a very urgent
message for Mr. Von Kempt, they had been trying to contact him since last
Sunday without success, and it is from Germany."

	"Please pass it to us." I took the receiver. It was Peter.

	"Peter, what are you doing in Cologne?"

	"Oh Joss, thanks God I catch you, we have been trying to contact
you since last Sunday." I heard muffled cries, he could not speak."

	"Please Peter, what..." Peter then could speak.

	"Joss, didn't you hear the news? It is..., it is..., it is Nick." I
heard how again he could not stop a sob."

	"Please Peter take it easy, what has happened?" Maria was terrible
alarmed. Then between sobs, Peter answered:

	"Nick, Nick has died in a plane crash." I was so stunned that I
could not speak. Maria then took the receiver; she had already guessed the
truth.

	"Peter, my brother, what has happened to Nick?"

	"Oh Maria! He died in plane crash last Saturday. He was returning
from Holland to Madrid, but in the last minute, he changed his mind and
decided to fly first to Cologne to see Granny; he told us that before
boarding the plane. The aircraft crashed in a forest near Dusseldorf, not
far from Cologne."

	"Are you sure that he was in that plane."

	"No doubt, I have recognised the corpse by our mutual ring. Lucy
couldn't, and asked me to do it."

	"Peter, Joss is confused, please hold down the phone. We'll call
you in a minute." It was terrible, my little angel, my brother, my Nick was
dead. It seemed impossible, but it was real. My tears ran on my cheeks
without a single sob, only sorrow and sadness, black sadness round
me. Mr. Lark took me away from my thoughts.

	"We regret your loss Joss, I think we must do something, however
you should contact your family when you are ready."

	"Thank you Sir, may I use your phone?"

	"Of course, go ahead." I dialled Granny's number and Peter was on
the line, now a little bit more calmed."

	"Peter, it is me, Joss." Peter told me what he had already
explained to Maria and how he could not reach us. I could not say him why,
since we were under confidential, only that we were travelling on a short
holidays. He explained that dad was not there, he was preparing all
necessary for Nick's funeral that would take place next day at 4:00
pm. Granny was very affected like mom, and Margaret. Needn't to say the
poor Lucy. Now the problem was ours, we had neither passports nor time to
catch a plane to reach in time; that made me very sad. I saw how Mr. Lark
gazed at Mr. Simon and he nodded. Mr. Lark said:

	Joss, we are in such a manner responsible for you absence,
therefore we think we can help you."

	"Sir, there is not any responsible, only the circumstances and I
wonder what we can do."

	"Joss, your Granny is old and sick, isn't she? "

	"Yes, she is old but not seriously sick."

	"Never mind." said Mr. Lark. "You and Maria will travel in our
plane-ambulance to officially collect her. Now is 4:00 pm in Cologne, the
plane take eight hours, so you must be ready to fly in a couple of hours.
I'll arrange everything. You must be dressed in white as doctors from this
hospital. Since you have not passports, you will travel under our own
documents and your identity hospital card; however, should you have any
problem at your arrival, you must contact Mr. Kurt Bergen, he is Cologne's
General Police Commander. If by any circumstance you still have problems,
you must phone to our Embassy in Bonn, asking for Bony Randal, of course,
this is not his real name; to this person you can tell the whole truth. We
cannot write these instructions, so you must keep it in your mind. You will
then have 36 hours to return."

	"Thank you very much sir." Then Jonathan said:

	"Excuse me sir, may I accompany them?"

	"There will not be any problem whenever you go as a MD's assistant,
it would be too suspicious that three doctors go to pick up an old
patient."

	"No problem, I'll take a white dress without name, only the word
nurse on it."

	"OK, then get ready, in two hours you will fly to Cologne." I phone
Peter again instructing him accordingly; no one could go to the airport to
pick us up, I would phone him as soon as we landed. We boarded the plane
and eight hours later, round 4:00 am of the following day, we were landing
in Cologne- Bonn airport. As soon as we walked up to into the terminal, a
police officer came to us and asked in German:

	"Are your Drs. Mr. and Mrs. von Kempt and nurse Jonathan Kirsch?

	"Yes, we are." Maria answered.

	"Welcome home Drs., please follow me." We followed him thru
different passages and corridors that ended outside the terminal. All
policemen that we found saluted him with respect. An ambulance was waiting
for us.

	"The ambulance will take you to your destination, you must instruct
the driver; however I must warn you that the plane must fly back to US
within 36 hours, with or without your patient. Here you are the phone
number to contact the pilot and advise him your departure time. You must
instruct him with a minimum of two hours in advance.

	"We know it Sr. Thank you very much for your help and cooperation."
He said nothing; we shook hands and said good day. I instructed the driver
with the address telling not to show any lights and or siren; he provided
me with a phone number where we could contact him. The hotel for Jonathan
was located in the same street, ten doors further down; so, before
separating, we agreed to see each other some time later after the
funeral. We entered in the house that we knew so well, it was a very sad
moments for us with dad, mom, Margaret, Peter, Granny and Lucy that was
waiting for us. Sad hugs and kisses followed. Many silence tears came out
of our eyes, only Granny seemed strong enough. After a couple of hours
Granny advised that next day would be a busy one, especially during
morning; the funeral and the burial would take place round noon, so every
one must go to get some rest.

	"Please Joss, you and Maria remain with me, I need some company,
and I have missed you a lot." I went to close the door and say good nights
to the family. After shutting the door, I returned. Granny was crying and
Maria trying to comfort her. I could not help but also joined them in our
mutual grief. Granny that seemed so strong now was with her heart broken
naming her grand child. My memory brought me back to my little angel
brother; to those fond memories when we played, when the first time made
love together, when fought some other boys... and so many events. My heart
was so terrible broken... I don't exactly remember the time we passed in
silence where only our cries could be heard. However, we needed them.  We
needed to release our souls of our sorrows and our bodies of the
accumulated tensions. When we calmed down, I went to the kitchen and
prepared some tea. We were sipping it, and then Granny said:

	"Joss, Maria, I would like to ask you for a favour."

	"Please Granny, you don't need to ask, just tell us what you want,
and we'll do it, if it is in our hands."  Maria said.

	"My children, soon I'll leave to join our Nick and my dear
Charles. Mother Nature is requesting it to me, but I would like to please
her leaving a replacement before my departure takes place, so we need
another baby in our family, this is my favour to you." I was taken aback by
her asking.

	"Granny, we are in US and we would like our first baby to be born
in Europe, probably we must stay for some more time due to a new job."
Maria interrupted me.

	"Joss, Granny is right and I fully agree with her. You well know we
are longing for our own baby since we were 12 y/o. You wanted it as much as
I did. Then, why not? I want to have my babies meanwhile we are young and
strong. I know our tasks in the hospital would do this difficult, but I
don't mind."

	"Maria I love you darling, but, do you think that you will be able
to cope with it?"

	"Yes, if we are together and we love each other."

	"You know that my life belongs to you, so only I tried not to be
selfish since you are going to bear the worst part of it, however..." He
kissed me.

	"Granny, we will do our best to please you, however it does not
only depend on us, Mother Nature has a lot to say." Granny, still with her
face wet with tears said:

	"Thank you my children, Mother Nature will help. There is no time
to lose. You must go to bed right now, until 4:00 pm you have time.

	"But the burial will take place at 12:00." I argued.

	"No; that's not correct; it will be at 16:00 hrs. Peter told you
that in order your bosses could speed up your departure. My main bed is
ready for you, my sons. Good nights." We kissed Granny and went upstairs to
our room; that room where we first made love near 13 years back. We had a
strong pain in hour souls, however there was something inside us telling to
forget our grief and to conceive a new human being to replace our lost
Nick; we needed it in spite of any common sense otherwise. As soon as we
entered in the room, I hugged and kissed my wife.

	"I love you Maria. In spite of our sadness, don't you feel a need
of lovemaking?"

	"Yes, I do. Something is telling me to go ahead and conceive that
child that you are longing for."

	"Let's do it Maria, sure Nick would agree if he were with us."

	"I do agree with you Joss." I started undressing Maria, the same as
I did that first time, but now with a long experience. Systematically I
went removing all her garments at the same time kissing every part of her
body. When I finished, I kissed her passionately taking her on my arms and
lay on the bed. I started undressing but she told me:

	"Now is my turn." She sat on the bed and undressed me following the
same pace as I did to her. I jumped on the bed; my cock was already very
hard and ready. However, I wanted to put all my love in that moment. We had
a light climax before we started the final one. I entered her; my cock was
spitting a lot of precum waiting to be released of that tension. I kissed
my wife and our tongues met sucking each other, but I could not resist any
more. We became a sole body, a sole soul, only a wish in our hearts and
minds. "To deliver all our love in that intercourse." We badly wanted a
baby and we wished to put all our love in it. That final lovely feeling
came, we started moaning and breathing uncontrollably until our bodies
stopped and united in a tight hug we rolled from side to side of the bed,
as my big load of semen was being spurted inside my most loved person. We
stopped moving, she atop of me; when we recovered our breathing we kissed
and kissed tenderly.

	"I think this has been super special."

	"I do agree with you, my little wife. I love you Maria, I love you,
as I never did before." I remembered when my dad told Nick and me that to
make love to bring a baby was the most beautiful thing in the world. In
that moment I knew he was absolutely right."

	"I love you my beautiful eagle."

	"I love you too, my hawk." With that, we drifted to sleep. We were
very tired so I think that in a couple of minutes we were hard asleep. It
seemed that only a minute has passed when we heard some knocks on our door:

	"Joss, Maria, please get up, it is round 2:00 pm" It was mom
calling us.

	"Sorry mom, we'll be ready in ten minutes." We got up and showered
quickly. Fifteen minutes later, we were hugging mom. She was near faint;
she had been the whole night without any sleep, only crying and naming her
favourite son, now gone. She was and she is a very strong woman, I knew she
was very affected and those days will be in her memory for the rest of her
life.

I love my mother probably more than she thinks, but she always had eyes for
her Nick, thus I gave all my love to Mother Louise; she was always awaiting
for my kisses, that was also what I saw in Maria, a lot of love. I will try
never having a favourite in my children, probably I will have some
tendencies to like them differently, but I will never express anything that
makes them to think that I love more to one than to another.

Funerals are very sad but they cannot be avoided like in a wedding, it is
the moment to see your friends and family together. There, all members of
the gang came united as one, because some members were suffering; Johnny
and Jessica, Alfred and Lorna; also Williams. From my father family only my
cousins David and Lucy; she was terribly affected; her brother consoling
her; she had lost the father of her son and her eternal love.

Many friends came, amongst them Samuel with his wife and elder son. Granny
and the rest of us received the condolences from each one. When the turn
was for our close friends, such as Alfred, Johnny and Williams my eyes were
a spring of tears, it was too hard. However, the hardest part was when I
hugged my cousins, especially Lucy. She hanged from my neck, she was
sobbing in silence, and then she murmured on my ears:

	"I loved him in spite I knew I could not have him to love me as I
wanted, however our son will fill that gap." I was being too engrossed in
Maria eyes, so I hugged her very tight.

Peter remained apart, feeling a strong pain, so when everything was over,
he, Maria, Margaret, Lucy, David and myself, sat together and we hugged;
expressing our own special condolences to Lucy and him. Peter probably was
suffering as much as we did for our loss.

I asked for little Dario. That was like a stream of light from the haven
for all of them. Lucy answered me.

	"He is a beautiful copy of his father. He has started to speak,
though he makes some mix with German and Spanish words. He is under Mother
Louise's care." I stared at Maria and she sighed.

Nick was incinerated, as he had many times expressed, and his ashes put
within our granddad's. That night we all talked, preparing our departures
for the next day. I contacted Jonathan, the pilot and the ambulance's
driver; we planned the departure round 8:00 am next day. We continued with
our lovemaking as advised by Granny. It was hard to say goodbye but we did
and the plane takeoff was at the time we had fixed.

Disgraces never come alone. Two weeks after Nick's burial, Lucy and David's
mother died from mammal cancer. She did not deserve our family's presence,
however, except us; all went to support our cousins.  Uncle Robert was
alone, in spite his daughter and son were near him. He recognized he had
hurt his family, except his elder sister; influenced by his father and
afterwards by his wife. He had not had the strength to stop them as his
brother did. Remorse overwhelmed him. However, in spite of all disdains,
his brother, and his family was there to support him. When dad hugged him,
Uncle Robert broke and started to cry like a child on dad's
shoulder. People assisting to the funeral probably thought that the old man
was crying for his wife; totally wrong.

	Sorry David, please forgive me. I know I don't deserve your and my
children's forgiveness, but I wasn't strong enough to..." Dad patted his
back and hugged his brother even tighter.

	"It is a long time that I forgot your wrongdoings. I'm your brother
and I know you; so please, forget everything. Let's finish this and later
we can talk. We have a common beautiful grandchild and you should know him.

	"Yes, you are right." Total reconciliation came a few months later
when Uncle Robert knew Dario and David's children. "How could he have been
so blind?" He thought.

Chapter 30 --------------

We returned to our daily duties trying to get away from our thoughts about
Nick. Approximately six weeks later, as usual after our hard work, we were
preparing for our daily lovemaking, however for the first time in our life
together, Maria said:

	"Joss, do you mind if we do not make love tonight?"

	"Of course not, how do you feel?"

	"I'm a little strange and besides I have missed my menstruation."

	"You might be pregnant, Maria."

	"Well, I don't know, since it would be the first time I have not
experience about it.

	"Do you feel nauseas or sicknesses?"

	"No, I'm quite well except that I don't feel in the mood to make
love, that's all. On the other hand, as you remember, I was very irregular
in my menstruations when I started in it."

	"Ok my lovely wife." I hugged and kissed her. "Do you know Maria;
you look more beautiful tonight than ever."

	"Oh! Joss it is that you see me like that." In spite of our jokes,
she secretly was suspiciously thinking about the pregnancy. Would it be
possible so quick? She had studied about the matter and that was normal, so
she decided to consult with a colleague specialist before telling me
anything; she wanted to give me a surprise if positive. We were very
absorbed with our work and the project; however, Maria started disliking
things that before she liked a lot, so she decided to make the
consultation; on the other hand, now was near two months from the day we
decided about the baby.

	"Jim, I need your professional advice." Maria said to his
colleague.

	"What is it, Maria."

	"I'm not sure, but I might be pregnant, but some times I had been
very irregular on my menstruations, however, I don't want to say anything
to Joss before being absolutely sure."

	"Maria, can you miss half an hour from your job?"

	"Yes, this morning I'm a little bit more relaxed."

	"Ok, sometimes symptoms can be very confusing; to ascertain it the
best thing to do is to carry out the related analysis." She urinated and
the man took the sample into the little laboratory; some minutes later, he
came with a little paper:

	"Maria, welcome to the world of motherhood. Congratulations!" She
remained in silence and after a minute or so, she hugged Jim.

	"Thank you Jim; please don't tell anything to Joss. When do you
think the birth will take place? He looked on a chart and said:

	"If everything goes right and according to you data, it should be
ready during the week starting on 16th May. Maria it will be a pleasure to
look after you during your pregnancy."

	"Thank you very much Jim. I accept your proposal; no one would do
better than you would. That's wonderful Jim."

	"To begin with, here you are some prescriptions that you must
take. I'll explore your tummy now and expect to see you every month
together with the future father, unless you observe anything's wrong."

	"Thank you again Jim. I'll se you soon." She returned to her duties
but she looked so happy that an old nurse told her:

	"Dr. did you get a prize?" She laughed and kissed the old nurse.

	"Better than that, July." That night I was very tired due to a long
operation of a boy of 10 y/o. He was very sick and probably he would not
survive. I made all my best and had a light hope that he may get well.
Maria was radiant that evening for many reasons that she did not like to
tell me, but when we were naked she looked at me:

	"My dear hawk, from now on you must be very careful, you may cause
damage to your son or daughter." I was so taken aback that I could not say
anything; I hugged so tight my wife that she had to warm me again. I kissed
her round all her body, especially on the tummy.

	"Oh Maria! That's wonderful. I can't believe it."

	"Why not? You are young, a very cute boy and you have a wife that
love you a lot." She kissed me and again I hugged her.

	"When do we expect the baby?"

	"Jimmy has told me that for week commencing on 16th May."

	"For that time I'll be 27 y/o."

	"A very young father." She kissed me again and we made properly
love because we badly wanted our baby.

Within a couple of weeks we had new meetings with people from the project,
it was getting very well, faster than we thought, however we were ending
our third year in the hospital and our permits and visas would
finish. Mr. Lark called us for a meeting.

	"Maria, Joss, normally trainees end their three years and return to
their home state or country, however you are special for us. We want you to
extend your stay forever in this country or at least for some years. Maria,
since you are going to have your baby, we have thought to allocate you in
one of our cottages, the baby would need clear air and be outside of the
hospital."

	"Thank you Sir for all your kindness. Maria and I have discussed
this. We are in debt with you and it would not be fair to leave now. If you
agree, we will remain here until the project is finished and working at our
entire satisfaction. We have estimated that a couple of years would be
enough to give some training, and reach enough experience. Europe needs
also our experiences, many people from your Community and others cannot
travel to US, we love all children not only American ones."

	"Fair enough Joss, you always surprise me, and believe me, we are
more in debt wit you than you with us. Will you accept the cottage?" I
looked at Maria and she nodded.

	"Yes sir, Maria would need now special care, we want a healthy
baby."

	"In that case everything settled, we feared that you wanted to
return to Europe." Then Maria said:

	"We do want to, at least for a couple of weeks to see our family
and how they are getting on after Nick's dead."

	"Better than that. Since we had the meeting with project's people,
and unless you have some operations that cannot be delayed, you can go for
three weeks. I hope you find your family well. You can start you holidays
from next Friday. We will have ready your new house for you return.

	"Thank you very much Sir. We will check with our building Mgr. As
far as we know there is nothing that cannot be postponed three weeks." We
shook hands and returned to our duties. Still we had not said anything to
our family, we wanted at least carry them some joy. That noon we called and
advised about our holidays, being the first visit to Cologne to see
Granny. We wanted her to know it the first, and make a proposal.

We flew to Cologne via Frankfurt and spite of her being 79 y/o, she
received us as when we were 12 y/o. We gave her a great hug and some tears
came to her and to us, because we all were thinking about our beloved
Nick. It was late so after some chats we decided to go to bed. Next morning
after breakfast, we sat round Granny as we used to do when we were
children, then Maria said:

	"Granny we want to give you good news."

	"What is it, my children?" Then I took Granny hands.

	"We expect a baby for next May, Granny, we wanted that you knew it
before any one else." She was not surprised, and then she hugged Maria and
kissed her tenderly.

	"I expected that news some time ago my sons." Then Maria said:

	"Granny, if it is girl we want her to be named Elisabeth, in any
case we want you to come with us to Spain and live with us; you must teach
her/him German. Would you do that? Still we must remain two years in US,
but when you like we will bring the furniture we might need."

	"If I'm fit and well, I promise you to spend my last days with you,
however when I die you must return my ashes and put together with Nick and
grandpa."

	"We will do that if you want it, Granny.

	"By the way Joss, in the loft there are two lovely cots, in them
slept your mom and our old ancestors Nick and Joss. Your mom never wanted
to take them, but I want you to see in case you like them."

	"Lovely Granny." Maria said. "Please Joss, let go to the attic, and
see them." We went upstairs and had a look; they were two jewels but needed
some restoration."

	"Granny, they are lovely, we will take both just in case; however
they need some repair and fitness."

	"Don't worry; I'll do that during these two years. Still there are
some specialists in antiques in Cologne. I am glad that you decide to take
them.

We spent the whole week in Cologne; still we had not said anything to our
families. When we arrived, that was near a funeral again with tears. I
stared to where Lucy was and saw that beautiful little blond boy that was
watching us. I near kneeled and opened my arms for him; he doubted for a
moment, looked at his mom and then ran to me.

	"Daddy, daddy!" I took him against my chest, hugged, and kissed him
tenderly. He was now near 3 y/o and spoke clearly. Nobody could explain why
he called me daddy. That added to Maria's pregnancy was as if a rubber
dashed away all sadness, we received many kissed from all, but an
especially one from Mother Louise that sobbing said:

	"Joss my son, you will never know how much I love you."

	"You don't need to tell me that Mother Louise, I know it since I
was a baby; soon I learnt that I were your favourite and I felt very secure
in your lap." She kissed me again.

	"A few days ago I was talking to your mom regarding Nick, I showed
her that she did not care that every one knew she loved Nick more than her
other children; but Nick was so intelligent that he understood right from
the beginning that fact, so he tried to compensate you with his love."

	"That's true. I have thought about this a lot and discussed with
Maria, and we have promised ourselves never to do the same. I will love all
my children for equal, or at least, I will never make any difference among
them, even if I have a preference for any, this cannot be avoided, more or
less what you did."

	"I have loved you as my own sons, so I was doubling happy when you
said you loved Maria. Peter sometimes said that my son is you and not
himself, but he is joking of course." I told them everything about Granny
and our promise to her. She approved what we had done. One afternoon when
we were sat, with Dario on my knees, dad came with many papers that spread
in front of us.

	"Joss; Maria, these are the drawings of your future house in the
Annex. I advised Margaret that we could build two houses, but she prefers
to live in the city, so I have to make some enquires about. Just for you
and me, I think she is in love with Peter." We laughed what we knew since
many years back.

	"Dad, besides our needs, please add an extra room for Dario."
Everybody looked surprised, but Lucy stood and hugged me from behind. She
understood that I would be the boy's real father.

	"Thanks Joss. He will need you more than me when he grows."

	"No, Lucy. Nothing can replace a mother."

Time passed quickly and we returned to US. We continued our daily tasks and
Maria's tummy increased on volume. Two events marked that year. We were
very advanced on the project; so in the meeting it was decided to choose
candidates for the first operations. Amongst them were Sylvia; we called
her, apparently for a routine check, however in fact it was to find out
deeply all possible pros and cons in case we operate her. Maria handled all
the studies, however, the young girl wanted more to talk to Maria than to
find out why she was called for a checking.

	"Maria, I'm very glad to be here, I did not know what to do to talk
you because you are very busy, and besides I don't want to give any
opportunity for gossips at home or in the school."

	"Sylvia, we can talk meanwhile I check you, but I want you to touch
something." Maria took the girl's hand and placed it on her tummy.

	"Oh Maria! That's wonderful, I can feel the baby." She reached
Maria neck and kissed her.  "Congratulations!, I suppose you are very
happy, aren't you?"

	"Yes Sylvia, very happy indeed. We are looking forward to have it,
in five months she or he will be here. What about you and Bob, Sylvia?"

	"Oh very well, he comes very often home and when my parents are not
there, we had very good times. I love him a lot Maria, I cannot be without
him talking or kissing me. Maria, may I talk you freely as my best friend?
I have not any person close enough to tell my confidences.

	"Of course you can."

	"Is there any possibility that someone can hear us?"

	"No, this is my place and no one will enter without previous asking
for permission."

	"Maria, when we are alone we do things."

	"What do you means Sylvia." The girl deeply blushed.

	"Well... sex things; we kiss each other and touch all our body
parts. We enjoy a lot; I didn't know how pleasurable it was."

	"You scare me, Sylvia. I think you are going too far."

	"Oh no Maria. That would be when we are more grown up, that is what
Bob says; but sometimes I fear that we could not stop and we go too far, as
you says; but we feel so good..." Last Sunday we were absolutely alone, the
maid was out and my parents went to see some friends. As usually, we
started kissing but soon he introduced his hand thru my blouse and reached
my breasts, it was as an electric discharge, I started trembling but I
liked it a lot. I paid back and I put my hand thru his shorts and grabbed
his penis. I had felt it before but never touched, it was very hard and
hot. He told me to stroke it up and down his shaft; he then opened totally
my blouse and I lay down on the couch. He started licking and sucking my
breasts; dragged my panties down to my thighs, and then I told him to
stop. He answered that he only wanted to see my pussy, he licked and sucked
it restoring my panties to its original position; that was too much; I near
bitted him, I was totally excited but not out of control.

He dragged down his shorts and placed his penis on top of my crotch so his
testicles were over my thing. He started moving himself up and down on top
of me, we were breathing very hard and soon that lovely feeling came to
both of us; he started spurting that hot and cream fluid on my belly and
navel. He stained my blouse, so we must clean and dry it before my parents
came back. We laughed a lot after that. We kissed many times tenderly and
we made many promises. Maria I felt the happiest girl in the world. I love
Bob heaps.

	"Sylvia, you must be very careful. As you are telling me you were
not out of control, that's good, otherwise you can get pregnant. It is not
the first girl of your age that gets a baby because she was out of
control. If you feel that you both cannot control yourselves, it is much
better that you avoid those situations or get him to use a condon, if you
are determined to consummate your love."

	"Thank you Maria, but Bob is also very responsible and we don't
know yet when we will be able to consummate our love, in spite he will get
his "bar mitzvah" next week."

	"Sylvia, it is also necessary that you continue being a responsible
girl. On the other hand, if you are absolutely sure of Bob's love, you can
consummate it any time. However, and this is an advice from a good friend
and near mother, you may do it now, in two months, two years or ten years
time, but you must do it in a quiet and nice environment where no one can
disturb you knocking on your door. The day that you decide to give your
virginity to your lover is a very, very, very special moment that you will
remember all your life and that must be a happy moment. Remember that
Sylvia, you will thank God for it, because of that, he must be the one that
you love most and deserve your precious gift.

	"Thank you very much Maria, I'll do. I promise you. We will never
go too far until we get that special moment that I wonder when will
arrive. By the way, Maria, all my family will attend to his 13th birthday
party; this is a special event and I want to impress him. How can I be
dressed?"

	"Well, first of all, if Bob loves you, don't worry about your
dress, he will see you as the most beautiful girl in the world, as you
imagine him. However If I were to decide, you, with those lovely blue eyes
and that fantastic blond hair, I would get a blue marine or dark green
velvet dress with a white or yellow ribbon in your waist. The collar not
very closed and with a band round it of the same colour than the waist's
ribbon. Black shoes, white socks, and something parting your hair. Ah!
Don't forget to hang on your neck the present he gave you. You must be
beautiful.

	"Thank you Maria, could you make me a drawing of it?"

	"Yes, but you must promise me not tell anybody who made it."

	"I promise, Maria, don't worry.

	"Ok, Sylvia, give my regards to Bob and I hope you enjoy in that
feast."

Maria finished all testing and Sylvia proved to be in the best position for
the operation. She then added:

	"Sylvia I'm going to say you something, it is very important in
spite it seems vague to you; I would never say to anybody and you must
promise me not to disclose, even to Bob."

	"You can rely on me Maria; I'll never comment or say anything
regarding our today's conversation."

	"Ok. Sylvia. If everything goes right, something very special is
going to happen to you. It will be very important. I cannot disclose
anything else, but you are clever enough." Sylvia tears run along her
beautiful face, she understood the words from Maria, she then hugged her
very tight.

	"God bless you Maria, I love you and Joss for all what you do in
favour of children."

A couple of months later, the machine arrived, and it was installed. We
started the testing, firstly with mice and later with two apes, the results
were so satisfactory that it was decided to make the first operation in a
human being, Mr. Lark said:

	"Joss, what do you think? Are we ready?"

	"I think we are, sir, however I would like a final test with
another monkey, then, if satisfactory, we could go ahead with a human
being, but it must be a volunteer. We have some possible candidates, girls,
and boys that this would be their last chance since they are in full
puberty. In addition, we must request to GE to install a double computing
system, just in case. A computer is a very sensible machine, and sometimes
it freezes without any explanation in spite of many testing.

	"Joss, you or Maria will perform it, I offer my son as candidate,
he is 16 y/o, and we cannot lose any more time." We were stunned with the
news and the offer.

	"Sorry sir, we didn't know..." Then Maria argued:

	"Sir, I prefer that Joss perform that operation. I'm on my last
days of pregnancy and my baby could ask for entry in our world in any
moment."

	"I forgot that, sorry Maria. We are so engulfed in the problem..."

The operation was programmed to take place in two weeks time, so coinciding
with my 27th birthday. We entered in the special operation theatre
different from a common one, where we did no need neither current
instruments nor extreme lights. The patient lay down only with a little bit
of anaesthesia, so he could observe the operation.

Every step was video recorded as a proof, being present some
representatives from GE. We proceeded to weld the wound inside the boy's
eyes, first one eye, then, the second. The operation ended in thirty
minutes.  We called Mr. Lark and himself took his blind folded son to a
near room for recovery. Now the fear was that the boy was too old, however
he looked immature for his age, and that had been our hope.

Meanwhile something was happening. Nobody told me anything until a couple
of hours later.

After the operation, we blinded the boy with a bandage; in normal
circumstances that would be unnecessary, but this time was special. After
some time of rest, when we were ready to take away the bandage from the
boy's eyes I said to Mr. Lark.

	"Mr. Lark, do you want to do it yourself?"

	"No Joss, I prefer you complete your task." I advised the boy.

	"Robert, if the operation was Ok you will see us as a blur, but
don't worry, in a couple of hours that will disappear. In any case, you
must avoid crying, we do not expect any reversal damage, however this is
our first try, so please, control your emotions, especially if we succeed."

	"Please go ahead Dr., I want to see my dad, and I'm sure I'll do."
The boy bravely answered.

	"Ok, let's go." I unfolded the boy head, when the bandage was
removed the boy stood up and looked around; his father was praying in one
corner of the room, he went directly to his father and touched him.

	"Dad, you don't need to pray anymore, unless it is for thanking our
Lord for this mercy. I see you again." Father and son hugged, all moments
were being recorded for posterity. We all hugged and a toast was raised for
the success. The lawyers that were present immediately left for the
register office. Then Mr.  Lark said:

	"Joss, we will never do sufficient to pay you and your team back
for what you have carried out, and now again, I ask for your understanding
and your forgiveness to us."

	"Why, Sir? There is nothing to forgive; on contrary we are full of
joy." Then Jonathan said:

	"Joss, as you can see Maria is not here. You have a beautiful
daughter since two hours ago. You were operating when she was born. She and
Maria are perfect. Congratulations!" Everybody hugged me.

	"Thanks gentlemen, but my wife and daughter are waiting for me." I
rushed to the other building and I found my beautiful wife in bed and my
little daughter Elisabeth on her chest. I hugged and kissed Maria many
times; then I took my daughter on my arms, she was quiet, her little blue
yes looking errant from one side to other. She was a lovely baby with no
hair as Dario was when he was born. Mr. Lark arrived and kissed Maria on
the forehead.

	"Maria, thank you for your understandings. Joss was operating my
son when you were having your baby; fortunately, both instances have been a
great success. As soon as you are fit, you will do the operation for girls
and Joss and Jonathan for boys; that is psychological. Our and GE's lawyers
are preparing a press release once everything is registered. As soon as the
team is ready, a press conference will take place, you, Jonathan and Joss
will be the stars; we are making history in medicine.

A few months later it was the turn for Sylvia, Maria wanted to operate her.

	"Well Sylvia, here we are again, and now our secret can be
disclosed and your dream comes true."  The girl started sobbing in
silence. Her parents looked at her, ignoring the mutual secret and
friendship shared by them. They left the room for some moments. "Now you
must be brave Sylvia, it will only take a few minutes, but you must be
blindfolded 2 hours. Do you want anything special after the operation?"

	"Yes. When you take away the bandages from my eyes, I would like to
see Bob; can you arrange that?"

	"If your parents agree, I think that I can do it, let's call them,
they are outside the room."

	"Maria please, do not call them. Can I speak in private with you?"

	"Of course you can, we are alone now."

	"He is not my dad. My dad died in a car crash when I was 9 y/o. I
adored him; I think mom was jealousy of me. She has remarried twice since
them. My little brothers are from the second husband. All our fortune is
mine, or will be mine; mom has nothing. She administers it with the help of
dad's lawyer until I'm 21 y/o. She does not like Bob because he is not as
richer as I am.

	"But she permits Bob's visits to you, doesn't she?"

	"She is being forced by me. Most of the times, Bob visits me
because our driver, Edward, helps us, always avoiding mom's presence. He is
very clever and used to work for dad. They were close friends in spite of
the social differences between them. It seems dad told him when he was near
dead, to look after me until I reached the age of 21. Bob realised that,
and during our trip to Europe, he told me that he loves me and is ready to
reject any help from my family. He said he will become a MD like you and
Joss and will earn enough money for us. In fact now he is one of the top
students in his school."

	"How do you know all that, and that he will act as he said?"

	"How did you know at my age that Joss would do what he did? In the
school, I have my sources of information. Furthermore, I know that many
girls would like a kiss from Bob, even some more important than me and not
blind."

	"But Sylvia, we have a high percentage of probabilities that you
will recover your vision."

	"But he does not know anything. On contrary, he has been told that
I'm seriously sick."

	"Who has done this?"

	"My step father. Besides, when I came for your checking last time,
a couple of days before, I heard him arguing with mom, he was telling her
not to authorise my operation because I may risk my life; then mom told him
that the only one at risk was himself, since he expected to keep me blind
forever and handle my fortune. I have recorded all the conversation."

	"Sylvia, that is not fair! I can't approve such a conduct on a
beautiful and highly educated girl as you are."

	"I did not do it on purposes. I usually take my little tape
recorder to record bird's chirping sounds. I placed under their window to
record a nightingale's that had its net in the garden. When I reproduced
the sounds, I found all that. Still Bob does not know, but if I recover my
vision I have planned to consummate our love very soon."

	"Sylvia, you must be very careful, otherwise you may get a baby. I
told you several times."

	"Thank you Maria. We, blind people, have a lot of time to think; I
have carefully planned it in a very quiet and nice environment, as you told
me. We have a lovely cottage in the mountings where dad used to take me. We
used to hear there all birdsī sounds; he explained me all colours; mom does
not like to go there. I'll pay a visit to my doctor; I have some problems
with my menstruations so he can give me the pills; if not, I can get them
thru other sources.

	"I know you are a brave and clever girl. I wish you a good luck
Sylvia. Now I need to call your parents to authorise Bob to come as a
family member. Maria called them and asked about Sylvia wishes.  Her dad
argued:

	"Why Sylvia?"

	"Dad, you, and mom know that we love each other. He does not know
that I am going to be operated; he never expected that I could recover my
vision, so after you, he is the person to whom I much love. He deserves
me." Her eyes started dropping a cascade of tears, and then her dad said:

	"No problem Dr., please arrange a special visit for Bob, if you
can."

	"He must come with you as part of the family; otherwise I cannot
admit him, only I will separate him from you. You only need to say him that
Sylvia is in the hospital again and wants to see him. Since the unfolding
will take place during the Saturday afternoon, he will be able to come
after his religious duties.

Two weeks later Maria operated Sylvia, however some events took place while
we were inside the operation theatre. Bob and Sylvia's parents were in a
nearby waiting room as three men entered into the room; Bob explained it
later to us. One of the men asked.

	"Are you Richard Smith or better, Thomas Rucker?" He got white and
stammered something that the boy could not understand. Then the men showed
them as FBI's agents, one of them cuffed the man. The taller that seemed
the boss, explained to the cuffed man.

	"Thomas Rucker, you are arrested and charged in connection with the
murder and robbery of Mrs.  Ana Lockfield five years ago in Atlanta. You
are entitled to..." Sylvia's mom did not know what to say. The detective
told her.

	"If what we have found out from his partner is true, he will be in
jail for the rest of his life." They left.  We learnt Thomas Rucker was a
handsome and sterile fortune hunter, and this was not his first crime.
Sylvia's mom had not paid attention to any of the advices that she heard
from his friends and family, though her society never accepted the man. FBI
had investigated the man as Edward, Sylvia family's driver, gave the
recorded sound tape to Sylvia's lawyer. At that moment, we knew anything as
we entered into Sylvia's room. I noticed that his foster father was not
there, however, it was not strange. Bob was in a corner with two red roses
for his love; her mother sighed when she saw her daughter returning and
smiling as she felt the presence of her most loved persons. Maria then
said:

	"Well Sylvia, the great moment is here. If we have succeeded you
will see things a little bit blurred, though that's temporal; within a few
hours that will disappear." Maria proceeded to remove the bandages and
gauze blinding the girl's eyes. She stood and looked around, then slowly
walked up to where his mom was and hugged her very tight. She did not ask
for her foster father. The woman hugged back her daughter as some tears
dribbled along her cheeks. She kissed her on the head.

	"You still are beautiful, mom." She hugged Maria and me. "Thank you
Drs. von Kempt." She then looked at the corner where Bob was trembling of
emotion; she approached him and took his hands in hers; then kissed him on
the cheeks as she murmured, "You are even handsomer than I thought. I love
you." Bob flushed and we grinned. We knew what was going thru de boy's
mind. After a few minutes of congratulations from the nurses, Maria gave a
paper to Sylvia's mom.

	"Well Sylvia, in two hours you can return home. Here you are the
prescription for the next week. We expect you here in seven days, and then,
if everything goes alright, next month will be the last visit to this
hospital, at least in what your eyes are concerned." As we left the room,
Bob followed us into Maria's office.  He hugged us very tight.

	"Thanks Maria and Joss. We love you and hope to have the
opportunity to see you again. Now I must leave because my parents are
coming to see Sylvia and her mom. I suppose her step father won't be
anymore here." He grinned.

	"Glad to have known you, Bob; you are a great boy and Sylvia a
beautiful girl. We are sure you will be a happy couple." He smiled and
kissed us goodbye.

Sylvia and Bob married five years later before going to College. Today they
live in New Jersey and have twin boy kids. As far as we know, he is a good
Neurologist, a real promise in this field. Sylvia is into electronic
production business as she graduated on Economics.

Chapter 31 --------------

The news of our success in this field reached the most important
universities round the world; in US we were invited to give some
conferences in the application of laser rays; also to Madrid where Johnny's
party was on power. The Ministry of Health approved a budget to install
that machine, inviting Maria and me to its inauguration. Times passed very
quickly. Two more years elapsed and the time to say good-bye to all our
friends, arrived. However, during that year that Elisabeth was born, she
was already round six months old; I received the visit of Raphael.

	"Congratulation Joss for the two events, your lovely daughter, and
your success with the new system."

	"Thank you Raphael, but that is the Hospital's merit, not ours. I
suppose you have come not only to that, am I right?"

	"Yes, you are right Joss. The purpose of my visit is mainly to
invite you and your wife to my 13th birthday's party on 10th of this month,
Friday; the next Saturday will take place the ceremony of my "bar mitzvah"
so the party will be special. Finally I have convinced my dad that during
the night I'll offer a violin concert to all my friends and guests; you and
Maria are special and I would be very happy if you can assist."

	"It is a great honour for us to be within your friends, we know the
importance and the meaning of that to any Jew. We are very busy, but you
can be sure that we will be there, unless anything, out of our hands,
happens."

	"Joss, I also want to remind you something; you promised me, to
introduce me to your colleague, the grandson of that doctor that saved my
dad and my uncle's lives. My dad is anxious to know him." Then Maria added:

	"He is scared about being known, besides very shy."

	"Please Joss, do your best, I know that you can get him."

	"Raphael, please, come next Sunday afternoon with your dad and
uncle. We will have a cup of coffee with him and his wife." Raphael stood
up astonished.

	"That's great! Thank you Joss, dad will be so happy... I like to
please him and I know how great this event will be for them. I'll bring my
violin and I'll play for you and your daughter."

	"That's good, so till next Sunday afternoon." The young lad hugged
me and kissed Maria.

	"Goodbye." He was so glad and content that Maria laughed.

	"Why have you not told him the truth, Joss?"

	"I want to give them the surprise."

The following Sunday arrived and we heard the doorbell ringing. Maria was
feeding Elisabeth. I invited them to enter and sit down. Raphael introduced
me to his dad and uncle.

	"Dad, uncle, this is Joss, a good doctor and a better friend." We
shook hands and I invited them to sit down. Raphael started unpacking his
violin, and then his father said,

	Sorry Doctor, but we own too much to your friend." In that moment,
Maria came with our daughter in her arms. I introduced her. Raphael asked:

	"Joss I'm going to play something only for you, Maria and little
Elisabeth, before your friend arrives." I could not fake more the
truth. When he finished his lovely interpretation, I said:

	"Raphael, he will not come." His dad and uncle could not
understand; I could see the disappointment and sadness in the boy's eyes.

	"But... why Joss?

	"Because he does not need to come, he is here, right in front of
you, Raphael. Sorry I kept you like that, but Granny does not want any
publicity about what she did, also gentlemen please accept my apologies."
The boy was mouth dropped in disbelief. The two men were as surprised as
Raphael was. After they recovered from the surprise, the boy's father said.

	"I'm sorry for our insisting on you, we should not touch old
wounds, they did something that our people, and especially my family, will
never forget. Later we knew the terrible risks they had. Are they still
alive?"

	"Only my grand mother; my grandfather died some years ago. Here you
are; this is she today." I showed them a recent Granny's photograph.

	"I remember her as a very beautiful woman; she played the piano to
prevent someone could hear our laughs meanwhile we played inside of that
secret room; ignoring our real danger, until we left the house with a false
documentation. We travelled to Netherlands and then to US. Need not to say
Dr. Von Kempt that we are at your entire disposal in case you need
something from us. Do you think we could see her sometime?"

	"I'm sure she will be very happy to see you both. In fact I
referred to her my encounter with Raphael and she asked me whether I had
met you." A few months later, a troupe of both families, including Raphael,
visited us in Spain; he did not forget to bring with him his violin and
made a special play for her. Only a couple of months ago we received a
special invitation to attend to a concert given in Madrid by a young violin
player and composer, Raphael. He is a successful musician and his first
work has been a symphony named "Elisabeth." Probably nobody knew that it
was dedicated to Granny. The piece relates the story of two boys protected
by an angel that plays with them; but during a sequence, a fire starts and
the angel takes the two children and leaves them in a paradise. However,
due to the fire and efforts, the angel loses his wings, but he is prized
with the heaven where he flies with new wings.

When the interpretation ended, the public stood up shouting "bravos." It
was a great moment. We invited Raphael to our house and he knew the rest of
our family.

We returned to Spain and to our new house; a large one. All family received
us at the airport, and the beautiful Dario came and jumped to my arms. At
the time he was four, and as his father, a strong a lovely boy. I hugged
and kissed him as I thought in my brother. Dario is a Nick's copy, except
that his eyes are dark blue and his blond hair curly. However, as the time
has demonstrated; his resemblances to his progenitor end there. The rest of
him is from my father. He is a joyful boy who loves music, and plays the
piano and an accordion that I bought for him in Germany. As we did, he
speaks German and Spanish fluently; Granny was very proud of her great
grand child, since he had spent most of the time with us. As soon as we
arrived, he formed part of my family right from the beginning. He became my
elder son. Especially little Elizabeth adores him. His mother travels
frequently and she knew we loved my brother's son.

We wanted a new baby before Elisabeth was 3 y/o. She is a beautiful and
clever girl. She could speak in either English or Spanish; and as soon as
she came to Spain, mom and Granny started speaking to her only in
German. She had a silky blond hair and blue eyes. Granny said she was very
much as herself at her age.  Today she is 10 y/o.

At our return, Granny had the two cots restored and shipped to Spain, the
same most of her furniture that we needed. Our house was ready for us four,
and as Granny promised, she came to live with us; however, she preferred
her old Margaret's room. Mom was terrible happy and Mother Louise more than
any one. Two months after our arrival, the twins Peter and Nick were born;
today they are near 8 y/o. They are very cute and rascals, and have brown
hair and blue eyes. They have a lovely dimple in his right cheek. For the
rest of the family, including Margaret and Peter, is very difficult to call
them apart; so we tried to dress them differently, however when they make
any mischief, trade their clothes, so we are forced to punish both.  When
the twins were 2 y/o Granny passed away. It was a very sad moment for us,
but she looked happy.  Just two days before her death, she called Maria and
me.

	"Joss, you are now the head of our family; please look after every
one. Once I leave you must pay a visit to Samuel, he has full instructions
how to proceed, but nothing will be done without your consent."

	"Please Granny, don't talk about that, you should try to get rid of
your sickness."

	"Joss darling, you are a good MD and I'm proud of you and Maria,
you have fulfilled all my expectations, so I'm glad to leave." We could not
admit that fact, but a couple of days later she died. We incinerated her
and I carried her ashes to Cologne where she lived her whole life. A
funeral was celebrated in the Cathedral being attended by many people,
especially Lauthen and Samuel families.

Maria wanted a new Joss in the family, but instead my sweet Maria came. She
is very much the same as her mother; two lovely dimples on her cheeks show
the Martinez's origin. She is five y/o. Finally, the expected Joss arrived
two years ago. Maria was terribly happy when she observed our baby had blue
eyes and black curly hair, in spite of her efforts, she cannot avoid her
preference for the little Joss; however, she always says that this is
because he is the last little in the house.

Margaret and Peter married the following month of the twins' birth. They
have two lovely girls of eight and six; and a boy of four. They live in
Madrid in the large flat that Granny bought when we entered in the
University. Johnny and Jessica also married and now they have a boy of ten
and a girl of five. Alfred married Lorna; they have a boy of eleven and two
girls of seven and five. Finally, Williams continued being single, all
children called him Uncle Willy; however, five months ago married Lucy.

As I promised to Mother Louise, I made no distinction amongst my six
children, I love them dearly, but for obvious reasons I have my favourite,
she is my sweet little Maria. The twins love Mother Louise and, spite she
does not admit it, they are her favourites; she always said that they are
as John and Manuel, so Johnny also likes them, as he is their
godfather. Nevertheless, she will never tell anyone, as she never did with
me.  A few days ago, the twins were discussing, and Nick came to me.

	"Daddy, Peter is telling me that you love him more than me." For an
answer, I said:

	"Nick, tell Mother Louise to give you an orange and a knife, please
be careful with it." Peter said:

	"Daddy, that's the fruit that I like much." Nick brought me the
orange and I made two equal halves.

	"Peter, which half does you like more?"

	"Any, both are the same."

	"And you, Nick?

	"The same as Peter, I don't mind."

	"You both are the orange. Do you think that I love one half more
than the other?"

	"Oh no, sure not." They answered at unison. They hugged me, one
from the back and the other from the front.

	"I love you daddy." Peter said.

	"I love you all my children.

Then two stronger arms hugged all three in a heap, I felt a soft kiss on my
right cheek; I took his palm and I kissed it. The twins looked at his
brother Dario, immediately jumped back, Nick turned around:

	"Hey big bro, don't forget our rehearsal tomorrow morning." She
motioned to hunt them and the little boys ran outside. Dario wanted to be
alone with me. When he was younger, he used to sit on my lap starting to
play with my fingers and with two rings that I wore, telling me any of his
stories about the school or his friends that I listened patiently. Many
times, he ended asleep and I took him to bed. As he grew up, did not change
those moments, but sat near my right on the couch a played with my
fingers. This was one of those times and I must admit that I like to be
near my elder son; though he really was my nephew. Still he has that lovely
pitchy but modulated voice, though soon will be changed.

	"Dad, why do you have two rings? You should have only one. I have
observed the same on Uncle Peter." I turned a little around, so I could
better watch that beautiful boy; I placed my right arm round his shoulders
and I kissed him on the forehead and he hugged me. When we separated, I
extracted the rings, and then I took the silver one and tried on his thin
ring finger. Still it was too big for him; and I returned it to my finger.

	"Dario, this one is not mine, but yours. Once you grow enough, I'll
place on your finger. It is from your father. Uncle Peter recognized his
corpse because he wore this ring." He kept silent for a couple of minutes.

	"I don't want it." He paused. He spoke as if he felt some
guiltiness. "Please dad, don't be mad on me, but you are my father and my
dad. If you die before than I do, I will be very proud wearing the gold
one. The silver one is part of your life. Your brother only means images
for me, and the person who made possible I was born. Yet, you have been
near me, caring, and loving me as far as I can remember. I don't think that
my physical father could have done better than you." I did not know what
say; he partially was right, but I had loved too much my brother.

	"Dario, when I see you, I am watching my brother at your age;
however, when you speak, I feel I am in a different world with my elder son
near me. You captured my heart when you ran to my arms twelve years ago. I
don't think I could love any of your cousins more than I love you." I told
him that because it was the truth. Probably he had inherited that from his
father, because his goodness caught all of our hearts.

	"Dad, I have heard many stories about him, all of them good; but
he, as all of us, was a human being, with defects; however no one has ever
told me how he really was. My mother loved him, grandma, Granny and Mother
Louise loved him. However, some months ago, during your birthday
celebration, I overheard something that grandma was talking to Mother
Louise. They stopped when saw me." I took my son's hand in mine. I had
feared that question for many years, yet I did not want to tell him.

	"What did you hear Dario?" He paused before answering my question.

	"They were talking in general about gay people, and in a moment
grandma said: "As Nick was."  What did they mean? Was your brother gay?
That would explain many things. Please dad..." I caressed the hair ringlets
that fell on his young forehead.

	"Dario, I have feared that question during many years, but you have
the right to know everything about your father." I paused. "Yes, he was; he
knew it since he was ten. However, he was not that kind that likes to dress
as girls or speak as women do. Simply, when he was a boy, liked and loved
boys; and when he was a man especially loved a man. Uncle Peter." Dario
dropped his lovely mouth astonished.

	"But... but he conceived me and Uncle Peter is not gay! How was
that?"

	"I have told you many times that my brother was an exceptional
human being. He spread his goodness where he was and no one could resist
his blue eyes. I would say he was not entirely gay.  However, only your mom
can explain that part. In what Uncle Peter is concerned, he fell in love
with your father when he was near twelve y/o. At the time, he strongly
believed he was gay himself; however, when he was your age, he discovered
liked girls, too. He had promised your father eternal love; the ring he
wears represents that promise. He got married because your father had died;
otherwise, apparently, he would have remained single; he had married my
brother. His heart was divided between Aunty Margaret and my brother; I
know he went thru very hard times. He loved Aunty Margaret since she was a
child, but he could not resist my brother's eyes."

	"He should have been honest telling your brother about his
feelings."

	"He did when he was 14 or 15 y/o."

	"But in those moments, Aunty Margaret was a little child. How could
he feel love for a girl of eight? I can't understand."

	"You are right my son. When he was your age, he started having wet
dreams and always with girls.  He could not avoid looking at girls' boobs
when he was alone. However, when your father and Uncle Peter were together
everything dashed from his mind; he could only see his Nick, as he used to
say. Aunty Margaret grew and took any opportunity to seduce him; until he
could not stand; he loved her, too. How could he love Aunty Margaret being
faithful to his Nick? Aunty Margaret and your father agreed never to fight,
hoping the time would solve the problem. Your father told me he knew he
would lose the sexual contacts with Uncle Peter, but he was sure they would
love each other for the rest of their lives." Dario looked at me.

	"Thanks dad, I love you. Perhaps some day I ask Uncle Peter. I feel
his tenderness when he hugs me, now I know why." We hugged.

				 EPILOGUE
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Yesterday was New Year eve. All the family, including my Uncle Robert, was
here to welcome Year 2001, a new century and millennium has started. Dario
and Elisabeth played the piano and the accordion. The twins surprised all
of us singing "Ave Maria" from Schubert. I know they are in the school's
choir, but I did not know they were so good. The house looked more like a
school than a house. Still the children are sleeping, since they went late
to bed, except little Joss, that is playing on the carpet near me while I
end this long story.

THE END.