"Damn!" Anna thought that as she bumped into the stranger but voiced out loud, "I'm sorry I was not watching where I was going." The man she had walked into only laughed and continued to hold onto her arms while steadying them both from the crowd bouncing around them. Looking up Anna needed to keep straining her head back to see to his face. His eyes were deep blue; the white hair was a shocking contrast to his youthful face. Anna's embarrassment, only heighten that much more, as he stared into her own hazel eyes. Finally he spoke, "Its quite all right my dear lady. No damage done." With a low chuckle he slowly released her arms.

"Shall I introduce myself?" "Jorge Anderseen, Attorney at Law and you are?" Anna trembled, stealing a glance around the crowded street. Just what she didn't need was some fussy lawyer finding out who she was. She had only been gone from home less than eight months and knew her grandfather was hounding the states looking for her even thought she was now seventeen. Anna would never return to living with him. The pain and horror must have flashed across her face as Jorge ask, "Are you hurt?" "I know my size compared to yours is doubled but I was the one standing still when you ran into me." Again he laughed. His laugh was gentle and refreshing as the morning rain. Light was the word Anna thought as she again looked up his height of six feet six inches into his clear blue eyes. "I'm fine just. . ." the nagging grumbles from her stomach finished the sentence for Anna. A huge rumbling laugh exploded from Jorge this time, "Oh I see, well let's go inside one these cafés and I shall buy you lunch!" Without waiting for an answer Jorge took her arm and with a soft tug pulled Anna into Spero's.

During the next month the daily routine of meeting Jorge for lunch became a pattern. Anna reprimanded herself, the only reason she met Jorge daily; it being a free meal and she enjoyed the café. In all truth she knew Jorge was safe and trustworthy, her fear of him calling the authorities to return her to Papa had long past. Plus Jorge was so darn attractive. His charm, humor and gentle poking into her background had begun to work its way into Anna's heart.

With a start Anna came out of the daydream. Jorge her benefactor. Even after four years his death still left an emptiness that Anna couldn't shake. Looking around the kitchen Anna realized the bacon had burnt while she been lost in the daydream. A quick toss landed the bacon in the silver trash compactor. Anna rinsed the pan, placed it in the dishwasher and grabbed a tangerine from the refrigerator, opened the double French doors leading to her garden. Stepping into the morning sunshine, birds singing along with a fresh ocean breeze brought a smile to Anna's face as she walked to her favorite reflecting spot.

Sitting among the roses, lilac bushes, pansies, iris's and hummingbirds Anna drifted in memories of her seven years with Jorge.

It took Jorge three months to learn that Anna was living at the local YWCA, worked part time at a local used bookstore and had run away from her grandfather. Jorge insisted Anna move into his home. At first Anna fought the idea, but within two weeks Jorge had his way, Anna established residence within the Victorian house on Remington Way.

Jorge enrolled Anna at the University. Within three years Anna had her bachelor degree and just one and half years her double masters in Anthropology and History. Anna's only desire was to make Jorge proud and happy; in return of the life he offered Anna.

Laughing at the memories Anna picked a Tiffany rose at her left. Sniffing the sweet fragrance Anna thought of the first time Jorge had come to her bed; that late night so many years ago. Soft kisses against her neck had wakened her with a warm sensation. Gentle caresses across her naked back that make her tingle all the way down to her toes. Hushed words whispered in her ear stirred up longings within her body. Anna allowed her body to respond. How could she resist? At eighteen Anna's body desired more than her mind. It had been two years since those stolen kisses in her grandfather's house with her best friend Linda.

Oh god those kisses of Linda's had felt like butterflies and tasted like honey against her own lips. Linda's palm gently stroking Anna's nipples driving Anna wild as she wiggled on the bed they laid upon. Linda's fingers worked their way along Anna's flat tummy in circles going lower and lower, gently prodding between Anna's legs. Linda's finger slipped in and out, caressing, teasing, Linda's finger moved faster and faster. Anna's breath quicken, low moans became louder. Anna forgot all reasonable thoughts; like that her grandfather's bedroom was next to her own and the old walls of the house were paper-thin. Just as Linda was about to kiss Anna's moistness between her legs for the second time is when Anna's grandfather had walked in on the two naked girls.

Screaming he had thrown Linda out of the bedroom, cussing at Anna, Papa snatched Linda's clothes as he chased the frighten girl to the front door, tossing the clothes on the porch, spitting out "Lesbian whore!" "Don't ever come back or I'll call your father!" Cringed in fear, half-kneeling on the bed, Anna pulled the sheet up to cover her body, as her grandfather stormed back in to her bedroom. Slapping her hard once across the face, a drop of spittle came out of Papa's mouth as her called her "whore lesbian". "Disgrace me once more and I'll send you to Israel so that your bones may dry white in the desert sand. And ask god to show you no mercy in your death."

A month later Anna had stolen Papa's money in the can he hid in his bedroom closet, hopped a bus, and found the golden city of Savanna. Six months later she had found Jorge.

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