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Magic Waters IV

Fires suffused

- Wow! And now?

- It 's been a light ... that must have been lightning - Kim said, looking toward the window - even the road is not lit, the lanterns in the courtyard are all off ... there is probably damage to the power line across the area, possibly an overload.

- We hope that the blackouts will not last long ... - Max said, setting himself the dark rectangle of the window. The flames flickering in the fireplace amber splash of the young man's face.

Kim admired him almost hypnotized by the suggestion of the special atmosphere - Thank God that the fire is not subject to power cuts - he said finally, smiling and turning his gaze to the fireplace - otherwise we can not even see each other .. .

- It would be a shame - the archaeologist said, looking once more slender and elegant figure of his interlocutor.

Kim passed on the comment, pretending not to have heard. He pulled back with the torso, resting his hands on the carpet where they were comfortably placed after the release of Don Melville. The warm light danced on his body, mettendone in risalto le forme, sotto lo sguardo ammirato e indagatore di Max.

- Sembrerà un luogo comune in questi casi, ma... io sono sicuro di averti già vista da qualche parte.

Kim lo fissò sorpresa – Stavo pensando anch'io la stessa cosa! Sarà questa luce soffusa, ma il tuo volto non mi è nuovo. Sei mai stato a San Francisco?

- No, mai – rispose il giovane archeologo, armeggiando con l'attizzatoio sui ciocchi scoppiettanti per ravvivare il fuoco – in California sono stato solo a Los Angeles, e fra l'altro proprio recentemente, per una tappa di riposo dopo aver compiuto ricerche in Arizona, e prima di scendere down here in Mexico ... I spent all last weekend, there was a place in Glendale where the food was great!

- L 'Ocean Pie ! - Said Kim rubbed his eyes - That's where I saw you! Were you that guy who always occupies the corner table near the jukebox, with a big book in front of his eyes and concentrated ...

Max opened his eyes in turn, while an amused smile lighting up his face - and you were the one girl who was always at the counter talking with the owners. Impossible not to notice you.

The lively light of the fireplace hid the blush that colors the cheeks of Kim at this compliment - Impossible not to notice me? Micah had a red coat as Supergirl and ankle rattles! - Said with a chuckle embarrassed - The owner of 'Ocean Pie is the husband of my cousin and I stayed a week with them going down to Frisco - added immediately after, to change the subject.

- Yours is a pleasure trip? Or did you come to Mexico to work? Tonight, you mentioned something that has to do with saving the ocean and marine species, right?

- I'm on vacation - Kim said - but yes, working for an organization that takes care of those things ... the Star-Shaped Seashell ...

- La conosco! - la interruppe l'archeologo – Anzi, ho anche collaborato con voi in un paio di occasioni... più che io, il mio Dipartimento, per essere precisi. Il capo è sempre Gracelyn Greene?

Kim sorrise – Si. E proprio lei mi ha praticamente costretta a prendermi un mese di vacanza, dopo che abbiamo risolto un caso particolarmente impegnativo al largo delle coste australiane.

- Interessante... deve essere un lavoro molto difficile, ma che dà soddisfazioni...

- Non sai quanto... entrambe le cose – rispose lei, allungando le braccia sopra la testa e stiracchiandosi, while yawning. The movement picked up the breast, pressing it against the light fabric of her dress, and emphasizing the perfect form, which did not escape the attention of the male residing in the archaeologist.

- Are you tired? We go to bed? - The churches.

- In fact, it was a tiring day, a good night's sleep is what it takes - Kim answered, with another yawn - as it would be nice to chat with you - he added with a shy smile.

Max stood up, holding out his hand - Please, my Lady.

- Thanks Milord - said her, laughing and taking his hand - I see the dear good manners of the old continent have not been removed after years of living with us savages of the New World!

- Good blood does not lie! - He said, while guiding hand in hand out of the hall, and walking toward the stairs leading to the rooms.

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Magic Waters III

The first night

- There will be something in my size ... and not put in the seventeenth century, here? - Is chiese Kim, mentre apriva le porte della cabina, anzi stanza armadio, posta sulla parete nord della camera.

Con sollievo scoprì che i capi di abbigliamento conservati lì dentro, non solo erano attuali e di gran classe, ma provandone alcuni, le calzavano a pennello.

Dopo un'accurata scelta, e rimirandosi più volte nello specchio, scelse un abitino nero al ginocchio, con le maniche lunghe. Elegante e seducente, in quanto la già generosa scollatura era messa ancor più in risalto da laccetti legati sotto al seno. Completava l'abbigliamento un paio di sandali in tinta, col tacco non molto alto e cinghie strette intorno alla caviglia, decorati con strasse.

Going down the stairs leading to the entrance hall, noted with a hint of the complacency that Max gave her admiring gaze, pausing for a moment the conversation taking place with Don Melville. The two men were waiting, and once reached the bottom of the staircase, the landlord made their way to the dining room.

- Atlantis has always fascinated me, ever since I was little. I chose to do virtually the archaeologist found the remains - Max, as always, when talking about his main passion, he used a tone of excited and enthusiastic.

- but Atlantis is not a legend? - Kim interrupted him - I work for an organization that studies the seas and oceans around the world, yet we have never detected traces and evidence of its existence.

Don Melville followed with interest the conversation between the two young men, speaking occasionally to ask if they were brought to their taste and hospitality of the castle to their liking. Guests reassured him, saying again and again as a Grand Hotel could not even wish for a better deal.

- Search and find - said Max - Surely you are more focused on saving marine species at risk, and seas from pollution, to find that archaeological submerged.

- What took her to Mexico, my young friend? - Don Melville asked in a tone that might seem inquisitive, but the two guests did not notice.

- I'm following the directions of certain documents which the University has come into my possession.

- What? - Kim said, concerned - Atlantis would sink into the Pacific Ocean, then? It was not the Atlantic, as the name?

Don Melville even more focused his attention on the response that would have given Max.

- The myth puts you in the Atlantic, in fact - explained il giovane archeologo – ma anni di studi, e una notevole quantità di documenti che ho raccolto parrebbero non suffragare questa ipotesi. D'altra parte c'è anche chi teorizza il Continente Scomparso sia sotto le sabbie del Sahara, avete letto il romanzo, no? Gli studi più recenti hanno portato a escludere le altre ipotesi, e le mie ricerche personali lasciano supporre Atlantide sia da qualche parte nell'Oceano Pacifico, in un'area prossima a Baja California.

- Interessante... – commentò Kim, aggiustandosi una ciocca di capelli che le era scivolata sulla fronte. Max seguì quel movimento con uno sguardo affascinato. Quella ragazza aveva un non so che di misteriosamente sensuale. Una sorta di magnetismo che riusciva ad alzargli il livello di testosterone anche solo con un gesto della mano come quello appena compiuto.

- Scusatemi, miei giovani ospiti – disse Don Melville sorridendo, e alzandosi – vi lascio alle vostre conversazioni. Rimanete pure quanto volete, il camino vi terrà compagnia restando acceso tutta la notte. Io sento il bisogno di ritirarmi, purtroppo l'età ha le sue esigenze - concluse sorridendo, e accarezzando la barba candida, per rafforzare la sua affermazione.

Max e Kim si alzarono a loro volta, salutando il padrone di casa e dandogli la buonanotte.

- E ora dimmi qualcosa di te... - fu l'ultima frase che Don Melville udì uttered by Max, as he left the room.

The amber light of a lamp dimly lit the desk in the bedroom of the distinguished gentleman from Mexico. Don Melville, already in sleepwear, with an elegant silk dressing gown, was bent on one side of the cabinet, and fumbling with a lock hidden under the floor. He opened a secret compartment, and pulled out a small book bound in leather, antique look. Poggiatolo on the desk, opened to a page indicated by a silver bookmark, about half the volume.

- Arcana paths between Avenues of Hurricane,

Naviganti paths in different seas,

join the King's Road,

between streams of golden sparks

in search of Return of Time ... - murmured Don reread the text carefully studied. He looked up, following a trail of thoughts - That ...

The sentence was cut in half by the intense glow of a sudden lightning, followed in complete darkness.