Fifteen

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Supper becomes a little icy as Lexi learns of my morning. She just isn’t talking and she sure as hell isn’t happy.

There is talking, but it is not in English. Jana tells me what was said later, but I will insert it here for the sake of continuity of the time sequence. Lyn starts by asking Lexi why she is so angry.

Maybe Craig will tell us to leave if things not good here. So tell us sister, what is wrong?

At this point as Jana is relaying it to me I stop her and ask, Why did Lyn call her ‘sister?’

Jana is nonplused, Yes, yes, OK she not sister, but this is what we say with each other. OK? I continue now?

Yes, OK, go on.

Jana sighs and continues with what Lexi was saying.

Why he say that?

Say what, Lexi?

Say he will come back tomorrow. Their parents, they will come.

It is OK. Craig not in danger. He told them they are too young. Why would they be angry?

No! Maybe they say, OK? What he do then?

Yes, I mentioned this to Craig, too. But they really are too young and he don’t want any more loves.

If the parents come and say, yes, he insult their honor to refuse! Then he in danger! So Craig must say yes! How I tell my friends that they cannot come but younger ones can?

Maybe I go with him tomorrow and tell the young ones I not want them there. Then Craig not dishonor and it will be OK.

You think he will agree?

I think, yes, he will agree. I will tell him later when I am in bed with him. I sure if I ask at the right time he will agree.

So then I can bring my friends?

Maybe best to wait until he come back from the USA. Not now.

OK, I agree. I will wait. You with him tonight?

Evidently, Lyn knew my plans better than I knew them, because I had not given any thought to whom I will be with tonight. Lyn, however, has promoted herself into my bed and I see no reason to complain.

As it is, two hours later, we are in bed together.

OK, so you told Lexi you are going to tell the parents, the girls are too young, and I agree. They are. Will that work?

Lyn giggles a bit. Well, no one shoot you then. But you give them only a little, not too much for coming. Maybe it will be OK. But, Craig, it not good for you to go out without one of us. It not smart. OK?

No, it is not OK. I do not want to live in a jail.

It not safe!

In the middle of the day? I think you are overreacting.

People see you and they think, ‘Ha! He has money! How I get it?’

Look, everyone was nice today. There was no problem with that. No, I am not going to be limited to where I go. I will go out on my own, when I want to.

You are stubborn. This not good. You get into trouble today!

I will not make that mistake again.

So you will make a new mistake next time!

Don’t push it, Lyn.

You agree for Lexi to bring friends when you come back from USA?

I guess so. It doesn’t mean they get to stay, but they can visit.

Good. I will tell Lexi.

If Lyn was angry with my refusal to do as she wishes regarding my leaving the house, she has let go of it very quickly, because the next order of business seems to be to get me hard and inside her.

I suspect my mood is harder to adjust than is hers, as it takes a fair bit of time, following her stroking my member, before old glory is standing at attention.

I chose to live in a place that meets my economic requirements but, just as living in a jail might meet those same requirements, there are things I am just unwilling to relinquish to reach the required criteria. … And that, most assuredly, is rumbling around in my noggin and therefore competing with Lyn’s actions for my attention.

The fact is that it clearly is way too easy to become the object of the desires of others here. I do need to make some adjustments in my psyche before I get into some real trouble. Economies have consequences that you just don’t read about in the scholarly journals. They ought to be written about, but just aren’t. As they are important factors in the ‘rational behavior’ of the individual, why aren’t such things considered?

We know in the USA that voters act upon their aspirations as often, if not more often than simple logic, aren’t these young girls voting with their bodies in an aspirational way, rather than a purely logical manner? So tell me, isn’t that aspiration, rational?

Just like the lottery. Yes, you know you probably won’t win, but the cost of playing is minimal and the potential, no matter how remote, is fantastic. In that way, gambling is rational for the poor. It is more rational for them than it is for those who actually ‘have enough.’

So now, do you see why Lyn has been having a problem getting my pole in the air? But succeed she does, and concerns of the day don’t just drift away, but are completely submerged by a rising need for Lyn and what her body has to offer.

This is a two way thing. I am not taking from Lyn any more than she is taking from me. There is no placing her in this or that position. All becomes a collaboration.

Lyn has me hard, but she is not wet enough. I take the initiative to resolve that, as I play with her cunt and suck on a tit. And, soon enough, that task is complete. Her juices are flowing.

Sliding into the girl is its own reward. The feeling of bliss as my member is snugly surrounded by her hot, tight cunt is not to be compared to anything, but rather just savored. I do not want to move fast. I want to make this last as long as possible. I want to feel this connectedness for as long as I can. As ineffable as it is, it is better than anything else other than possibly being in the cunts of the others here.

What does Lyn feel? What does she want from me right now? Would she even be willing to tell me the truth if asked?

It isn’t that I am insensitive to her intimate desires, it is just that I cannot know them. There are so many layers of impediments to any such understanding that I know to not even try. Any attempt would be cosmically lost in translation.

Her body moves beneath me. Her hands grip me. She moans and sighs. She pumps her cunt up toward me as I push down into her.

The heat, the moisture, the sweat of her body glistening on her brown skin, the aroma her body emits, not stinky, but rather sexually alluring, pushes me on with her. The bed is creaking and shaking. If there is noise outside, I do not hear it. All I know is that Lyn and I are making love. All I know is limited to my body, her body, and a mattress.

I have nothing to prove. All I want is right before me. I have it and I am giving of myself all there is to give. There are no secret agendas.

She gasps and her body tenses. It is exciting. I push her on and she tenses again. This time more intensely. It is an unspoken language and my body is answering. I start slamming into her and then, as she cums yet again, my body answers with cum that flows forth, strong and sure. We are done, exhausted and at peace with each other.

Friday morning arrives. There is much my three girls who are not at school need to be doing, but Lyn and I are walking toward the school. I am far from sure we will even see the girls and far from sure I will recognize them. I am even farther from sure that we will see any parents.

Lyn does not share my doubts. She points out that I will not have to recognize the girls, as they will present themselves. She is also reasonably sure we will see at least one parent.

We are a block away and I am already regretting saying that their parents should come. That was beyond stupid. Lyn has a determined look on her face. I suspect I have a look of sadness.

We have not even gotten to the front of the school. There they stand. The three young girls and two adult women, though hardly old women.

Sir Craig! You come! See Mama, this the man!

If memory serves me, this is May who has spoken. The woman says something in a sharp way to the girl, but it is in their tongue and I have no idea what has been said.

Evidently, Lyn decides she needs to speak and snaps back at the woman, who seemingly recoils from the response. I am totally at a loss to know what is being said.

The conversation continues, now in a more civil-seeming fashion and with five participants as Lyn, the woman, and the three girls are all so engaged. I hear my name mentioned on occasion. It seems some are questions which are then followed by answers.

Katrina, it would seem, sees my distress at not knowing what is transpiring and sidles up to me and, in somewhat tortured English, explains what is happening. I am not sure I can relate it exactly as she told it without it coming out barely intelligible, but this is pretty much what she was trying to say.

May’s mother first thinks your Lyn is the wife and says a bad thing to May. Lyn tells her that she is a girlfriend. That you are not married. No one lied. Then there is discussion of how you live. There is discussion about us. Lyn says same as you, we too young. She say, you think May’s mother will agree with you. You think the mother will tell the daughter she is foolish.

Well, doesn’t she agree with me?

Why you think that? She want to know, will you be good? Now May must take a tricycle to school each day. That eight pesos each way each day, or eighty pesos a week. It three hundred and sixty-eight pesos a month. Then there is the food for lunch, another fifty pesos each day or over a thousand pesos a month. If May’s mother not need to pay that, it better for the family. You live close to the school. Lyn say your house is nice. May’s mother think, OK, maybe this a good thing.

Oh, Jesus. The other mother, is she yours?

I am doing the math, converting the costs that have been explained to me. The food for the month is coming to twenty-three dollars. The transportation is coming to seven bucks and thirty-six cents. So, for less than thirty-two bucks a month, these women think that giving me their daughters is a good thing? Really?

No, that is Jocelyn’s. She agree with May’s mother. My mother say, the other mothers will be the ones to decide. It OK with her.

Are they expecting I will just give you a room and money for lunch, or are they saying you should be my girlfriends? I am confused.

Katrina is giggling. We will be your girlfriends, just like Ate Lyn, Sir.

Is Lyn agreeing to this?

Unclear, Sir. They still talking… wait a while.

I start doing the math again. I gather the average wage at the moment for unskilled labor is about one hundred and seventy pesos a day. And when it rains, depending on the labor, there is no work on those days. So if one child consumes sixty-eight pesos a day, that is a shitload out of the paycheck and, if there is more than one kid… and there seems to always be far more than one kid… so, as crazy as it seemed a moment ago, it is becoming clearer. The more kids that can be farmed out, the better for the family budget. And if the kid has a shot at a better life in the process, then, hell yes, sure.

And at that moment, everything I thought I knew about parents and parenting just flies out of the window. My head is beginning to hurt.

And just then, a worry surfaces. Lyn, I need to talk to you for a moment.

There is a short bit of back and forth between the mothers and her before she turns towards me.

Katrina has been explaining a bit about what is going on. Look, I am concerned that, even if these moms think it’s OK now, they could go to the police later and accuse me of a crime.

There no crime! Age of consent is twelve, Sir.

Really?

Under the child abuse act, if the parent sells or trades the child for money, then the parent has broken the law, not you. I not think this is a problem, Sir.¹

I’ll be damned. Twelve?

Yes, Sir.

OK, never mind.

Yes, Sir. Sir, you still not want them, correct?

They are children… too young.

The mothers, they think it OK.

Yes, Katrina was telling me that.

Sir, two of them, there is no father and many children. It a great hardship to keep their girls in school. Maybe if they not be home, another can also go to school. You see?

Just because of the tricycle and the food?

No, Sir. There are books, uniforms… even free schools cost money. It OK, Sir. I will explain to Lexi and you will allow Lexi to bring friends home too when you get back. It OK.

Lyn, maybe the mothers have older daughters instead of these? If we are to cover their expenses and house them, maybe it is better if we have the older ones?

Sir, these are the oldest.

I don’t know.

Sir, I told them you not want, but the mothers tell me this sad truth. My heart is sad for them. Please allow.

I am struggling with this. It just seems wrong. It will create a mess at the house. I don’t want twelve year old girlfriends.

I tell you what. Invite the mothers and their children to our house for a simple supper tonight. Nothing fancy. All three mothers will have to stand up and explain to Mel, Janna and Lexi why I should allow their daughters to stay with us. If our three agree, then I will agree. If the mothers don’t come with their families, then I absolutely do not agree. We will pay for the tricycles and today’s lost wages.

That good, Sir. I will tell them. Sir, give me five hundred pesos for the tricycles and wages.

I pull the bills out and hand them to her as she sets about explaining what I have decided.

The result, once it is explained, is we have three little girls jumping around in glee and two mothers kissing my cheeks.

Lyn, why are they so happy? I just made it harder for them. There are three more to convince.

Sir, you showed that you honor those who live with you. You seek harmony and happiness in the family.  And you respect them by providing for the lost money. These are good things and they respect you for this. Sir, you make a good decision. I am proud of you.

There is no sense telling her that it wasn’t the reason I made the suggestion. This culture is so different than any I have known that I feel like I am just bumping around without knowing the consequences of my actions.

Lyn and I walk back to the house in silence. There is little to say and an encyclopedia of things to discuss, but no way to do it. I am intimately close to Lyn. I have real feelings for her and no way to communicate in a meaningful way with her.

That feeling of isolation is chewing at my gut. I am surrounded by my girls, and I am alone at the same time. I suspect I will live my life both surrounded and alone if I stay here. And that is more than a passing worry. It is a problem.

Back at the house, I leave Lyn to talk to Mel and Janna. Once again, that sense of being alone is reinforced as I sit down and try to read a book.

There appears to be a great deal of commotion among the three girls and I ask for an explanation. They look at me as if I am simply stupid. There is a party both tonight and tomorrow. It’s a big deal.

There is no party tonight. What are you talking about?

Jana seems pretty ticked off as she explains it. This is Friday. No school tomorrow. The daughters are coming to live with us. So we have a party with the families. Why you not know this?

Why are you sure the girls are coming?

You invite them, so they will accept, of course!

And all I can muster is, Ah, I see.

It has become a play of manners… Filipino manners. Each plays a part. Each knows what is expected of each part. I am learning, as with the use of Ate and Kuya, sister and brother, being used between technically unrelated individuals, in a manner of speaking, all Filipinos are family. It’s just a question of who lives in what house. ‘Family’ appears to be a fluid thing.

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