Marinas mother told her of the cancer, it had been malignant and removed after several series of four and six week long sessions of radiation and chemotherapy. It appeared at this time to be gone or in recession, but she admittedly did not hesitate using it to bring Marina home.

With the therapy came much sickness and Adn had grown weary about her health. When it came time for the surgery he was distraught with worry. It was at that time that her husband suggested contacting Marina. By the time he found out where Marina was most of the battle was over and she was recovering. But, she had made him promise to continue to try to get Marina to come home.

He called her home in L.A. for many days with no answer, having received none of the usual letters for almost a month he decided to try the house in Madrid. The house he knew Francesca Wolff owned, thinking maybe her and Marina might be there. He had learned over the years that Francesca was often there but only rarely were they there together.

Francesca made Adn clearly aware that she and Marina were no longer together and she had no idea why Marina couldnt be located. But he had said enough that Francescas concern grew and she started making calls.

First she called The Planet, only to be given the run-a-round by Thomas. She tried some of her friends around L.A. to see if anyone had heard anything, thats when she learned that Marina and Jenny had gone to Moorea for an extended vacation. And that it was where Marina was working on the mural for the HRC.

Knowing the significance this would have to Marina, she had asked her friend to send the HRC article about Marina to her. She then sent it on to Adn Heredia. For a little extra sting, she also sent the news article on the auction at The Planet. She wanted him to be certain to know how much hed missed of his daughters life.

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You should have told him long ago, maybe this reconciliation could have been made years back.

No, I refuse to believe I did anything other than what had to be done. The only reason he considers it now is because Ive been ill. We have to be delicate in how we handle this, I hope your Jennifer understands that. She looks awfully young and if I had to say, scared and lost.

Jenny will be fine. Shes much stronger than most seem to want to give her credit. As for delicate, we are a couple and I have no intentions of hiding or sneaking around where he cant see.

Marina. You will do as you must. You will respect your father and especially in his own home. Marina smiles at the familiar firmness in her mother whenever there is the possibility of a threat or insult to her father.

Of course, mi Madre, te amo (I love you), Marina kisses her mother on the cheek.

Holding her hand and smiling, Im going to check on Jenny. I think it may take awhile for her to get used to the time difference.

It was nearing noon as Marina watched Jenny sleeping. Gradually her thoughts began to drift to other times in this place.

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Marina, no. Elena slapped her hands laughing and giggling.

Elena, please, just a little squeeze. My hands cant help themselves, they want you, I want you. Marina spoke in an exaggerated voice of sensuality. She and Elena had been lovers for months now at school. When Marina came home for her visit, she had asked Elena to join her.

Elena was seventeen and older than Marinas fifteen years but in age only. Marina had already learned how to charm the girls and had practiced much since that first time at thirteen.

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She stood in the darkness of the corner landing watching them. They had left their door ajar and through the reflection of the wall mirror, Marina could see them being intimate.

Often her father would invite an artist to the Villa, to speak of showings or sales, sometimes staying overnight as guests. On this occasion it happened to be two young Parisian women, a twenty-one year old upcoming artist and her model of nineteen. The model sat in the chair as the artists hands touched her.

Standing behind the chair, she leaned over her, running her hands inside her nightgown, cupping her ***** squeezing them massaging them. She licks the models neck, causing her to turn to her, and their tongues begin to dance.

The artists hair was dark auburn, long, thick and flowing over her shoulders. She wore only an ivory sheer cover open to the floor. Her ***** were small but round and peaked out from the covering as she moved. Marina had never seen anyone so beautiful in all her life.

She moved around the chair sitting on her heels in front of the model. The models hair was blonde and shorter than the artists, although a pretty girl, she did not compare to the beauty of the artist. Marinas gaze was fixed.

The artist looking up at the model, slowly ran her hands along the inside of the models legs. As she did, the model shifted closer opening them awaiting her touch. They didnt wait long before her gasp assured they had reached their journeys end. Slowly she massaged the model and her head leaned back, mouth open, breathing soft short gasps.

As the artist leaned her face closer, closer to that place between, Marina gasped. Startled by her own bodys reaction, as if she were the one being touched, she looked to the artists eyes to see if she had been heard.

The artist looked into the mirror, staring straight at her. Certain she had been seen Marina boldly stepped forward, now clearly visible in the soft light of the landing. As the artists hands continued to command low moans from the model, her eyes remained set on Marina.

Although only thirteen, one would guess Marina to be sixteen or seventeen, her body mature in form and shape. Marina knew her face had to show what her body was feeling, the heat inside her unfamiliar but familiar, strange but natural to her.

The artist continued to stroke the model, hearing the gasps leave her lips but seeing Marinas thick lips move to her. Her hair long, dark and thick was tenderly spread across her shoulders. Her soft form was barely hidden beneath the adorning cloth. But it was the dark eyes, molten with passion that had captured the artist. They continued to make love awhile longer, Marina and the artist.

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Marina slides under the covers, creating a tent with her arm and hands, looking up at Elena. Watching her eyes turn warm, as Marina moves between her legs smiling seductive ever attentive to Elenas reactions.

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Jenny begins to stir, Marina brushes her hair from her face. She slowly slides the sheet to the side of her, softly gliding her hand along Jennys back and over her bottom. Admiring this woman who has captured her heart, a task no one before her has ever achieved.

She leans and kisses the side of her mouth, Good morning sleepy head. A low moan is all that Jenny is able to get out. As she wakes, she begins to realize Marina is touching her, gently stroking that place that has no choice but to respond to her. Marina whispers as her hand continues its soft wakening, I love you Jenny. I love you.

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Marina holds Jennys hand as she leads them down the stairway, Well go to the kitchen see what there is to eat. You slept a really long time, you need nourishment. Smiling a knowing smile, liking the idea of having this added reason for doting over Jenny.

Rummaging about in the kitchen, she prepares some fruit and gets out bread for them to eat. Today I want to show you the Villa and the surrounding grounds. You need to know your way around, and besides its beautiful.

Good morning girls. Ana had heard them rustling about and wanted a chance to be with them, together.

Jenny smiles a soft but somewhat timid smile, Bathroom, wheres the bathroom Her face gone white and her hand over her mouth, Ana takes her arm and guides her to the nearest guest bath.

So Marina, how long have the two of you been together? Ana moves about taking over the preparation of the fruit from Marina, motioning her to sit.

Weve known each other about a year and half, it was instant our attraction. Wed been a couple for about four and half months, when we were married on Moorea Island three months ago in a traditional Polynesian ceremony. Marina watches her mother for reaction, but gets none.

Then tell me, how is it shes pregnant? Ana only glances long enough for Marina to know she knows and expects her to provide an answer not avoidance.

Sighing, brows drawn tight, I cant tell you that until I can tell you the whole story. Can we leave it at your knowing for now?

She nods her head with the same gesture Marina has when she is being politely understanding, Okay.

Jenny returns slightly embarrassed about her first experience with morning sickness, Maybe we can try this again. Good morning Mrs. Heredia. She smiles a warm smile at her, gently touches Marinas side, as she steps past her to sit down.

After youve eaten, we must take a walk in the garden. Its so lovely right now, and I am certain there is a bloom somewhere with each of your names on them.

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As they go about their walk along the paths of the garden, Ana cannot help but notice the loving touches and gestures, naturally given, one to the other. She is pleased to see this kind of show of love, there is nothing overt or offensive in their touches, there are only the natural responses of two people in love.

Come, lets sit a while, I want to tell you a story, a story about, mi Marina. Patting the space beside her and smiling, Jennifer, come sit by me.

She told the story of Marinas birth. It had been a difficult birth in that it lasted days, days she had labored with no end in sight. Then finally, she is born.

I am exhausted weak enough they will not let me hold her. They bring her to me lying on a cart, rolling her near to my face. I am spellbound in the moment, I can only look upon her. They want me to speak but I cannot. As I gaze upon my beautiful daughter, she is looking back at me. Never once did she cry, ever alert and watching. Finally, the words come from me, te amo, mi Marina.

Jenny smiles at Ana, reflecting on the heart in her story, the love, and softness in that love. She cannot comment she can only nod her head in understanding.

Tell me, Jennifer, tell me when you met mi Marina. Ana pats her on the leg, softly assuring and encouraging.

Well, when Ive told this story before, I usually start with let me tell about the day I met the most beautiful woman I ever saw.

Slowly they begin to tell their story, reliving the love and the pain, telling the telling honestly but without remorse and without shame.

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They had sat for a long time talking. Marina had gone and gotten refreshments, none of them wanting the time to end. Marina had made her way to sit at Jennys feet resting an arm across both their laps. Comfortable and relaxed the three of them shared themselves. Jenny would gently brush the hair back from Marinas face as she would tell a story. Marina would hold Jennys hand when the story was hard to be told. But gradually they progressed and the telling was done.

As they made their way back to the house, now knowing one another, Ana stops and bends to lovingly raise the petals of rose. It was lovely aromatic hybrid they had grown, a French Perfume, with petals blending from a soft yellow and ivory to vibrant pink edges, Ahh, there she is, theres Jennifer and look there, just beyond is her Marina.