So, what can I say? I'm sure you haven't read a Baccara-fanfiction before, have you? So, 
it's a premiere for us all. This is my first f/f-story centred around two real persons 
being published  and I have to admit I'm a bit nervous. In many stories you can find 
"This was only written for personal entertainment" but I would be happy if I could 
entertain some of you, too, with this. One thing I have to write though: This wasn't 
written to insult the people this story contains. It just came to my mind some time ago. 
And now some facts: I thought up some details like the names of the families and such 
things, because I don't have such information. If you have them I'd be glad if you could 
send them to me so that I can fix this piece up. Right now I can't think of anything else 
to tell you so if you still have questions (feedback is VERY welcome!) just mail me. 
Greetings, Anne

~Endless Love~
Part 1
by Anne

Slowly the sun climbed the horizon and painted the white sand and the crystal blue water of 
the island Fuerteventura in a warm red. Now the beach Playa de Corralejo became alive, was 
filled with the first bathing guests of the hotel Tres Islas and welcomed the first cars 
from the about five kilometres away city with the same name. 
In the hotel began the all-day-work, too. The waiters set the tables in the dining room and 
prepared a buffet with coffee, pastries and specialties of the Canary Islands. 
The floors and stairs of the hotel were filled with people coming from their rooms in order 
to have breakfast. Only a few, mostly Spanish people, who were more old acquaintances than 
real tourists on the island,stayed on their rooms or in their beds to start the new day there. 
A bellboy hurried over 
the colourful carpets on the floors in a certain direction. In his hands he carried a tray 
on which he carefully balanced a can filled with café con leche, two cups, a plate with 
different pastries and a bowl with grapes. After passing a few doors he stopped in front 
of room 74 and knocked with one hand, while he desperately tried to stop the tray from 
falling down. "Room service", he called through the shut door. 
From the inside a 
sleepy-sounding voice answered. "One moment, please", and after a few moments a young woman 
in a white dressing gown opened. She seemed to be around 28 or so, the black hair fell over 
her shoulders and he noticed to his pleasure her female curves. She gave him a short smile 
and asked him to come in and set the tray down on the table in the middle of the room. He
did as he was asked to and looked around. 
He had often been in this room. The last room on 
the second floor, always reserved for stars, ministers, friends of the owner or young couples, 
because this was one of the few rooms that had a double bed. He wondered which category this 
woman did fit. Various thoughts formed in his head and he made a mental note to ask his friend 
at the reception about this woman. 
A door fell shut behind him and a happy bright voice 
followed. "Buenas dias!" The bellboy turned around to search for the owner of this voice. 
He saw a second black-haired woman, dressed in a black dressing gown, entering the room through 
a second door. He guessed that she had come from the bathroom. Like her friend or sister, he 
would know that later, she seemed to be around 28, her hair a bit shorter and a fabulous body, 
too, just a bit thinner. 
The greatest difference was the face. Her features were much softer, she almost looked 
like a child and he didn't doubt that this woman caused the instinct to protect in every man. 
The second woman gave him a short but sweet smile and then walked up behind the other one, 
hugging her. 
"Buenas dias, Maria." Maria looked over her shoulder and smiled at her friend. 
"Buenas dias, Mayte. Slept well?" "On cloud number seven. But how else could it be with such 
company?" She winked and discharged Maria from her embrace. She turned and went over to the 
table in the middle of the room, where the tray with the breakfast was  standing. 
Her eyes shone when she saw the pastries and she turned to the bellboy. 
"You surpassed yourselves. It looks delicious. Thanks for bringing it up." The boy nodded 
his head and answered. "We always offer specials meals on legal holidays to give our guests 
a bit of pleasure." 
At once the look of joy and happiness vanished from the faces of the both women 
and Maria hurried to tip the bellboy and pushed him out of the room. 
Baffled he thanked 
her and stood in front of the door, which had long been shut, staring at the golden figures 
on the white ground before finally turning around looking for his friend to get some 
information on those mysterious women.

to be continued