Fifteen

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Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.

Erection, lessons in Filipino time...2

The massage this morning has a secondary effect. I am horny. Does Si2x know how to produce that effect on men?

I am at the dining table, finishing a breakfast of rice, and last night’s Pinakbet with buko juice and coffee. And… if I wasn’t so damned horny, it would be a wonderful, peaceful morning. I haven’t been so damned horny, for no reason at all, since I was a teenager. This is truly strange.

I have every intention of being with Reina a little later, but later is not now, and now the only one who is near me is Mel. It’s not that I have anything against enjoying some time with Mel, but there is just so much I can do in one day.

On top of that, I don’t know how Mel is feeling right now. Have Lyn and Lexi spoken to her? If they have, how did it go? So far, while Mel has interacted with me, getting me my food, she has not said a word. I am trying to think… I am not sure she ever talks much in the morning. Am I over-thinking this? Is everything normal and I am just worried that it isn’t?

I have finished with my plate and the juice. Mel clears all but the coffee away from the table, I gather, putting the dishes in the kitchen sink, though I can’t see that from here. But, she comes back in and sits down by me.

I know what I do wrong, Craig. Lexi and Lyn say you really not angry. That true?

Yes. I am not angry.

Lexi say, I am too kind. My heart too soft. What is good in a person, sometimes, that same thing can be bad. You think she right?

Yes. That is true. You have a very good heart. A sweet heart. But sometimes it is required to have a hard heart. That isn’t something that is easy for you to do.

Craig, it best you have someone else go with you. I not want to be a problem. I love you. You know that true, right?

Yes, Mel, I know your love is true. I accept that you are not the best one to go out on some of the trips with me.

Yes! You need someone who can have a hard heart sometimes.

I agree.

So, I decide you must choose Si2x! She the best for you!

Why her?

Craig, it cannot be Reina. She like me I think.

I just have to smile. Mel is not stupid. Being sweet does not mean she has no self-knowledge. And, it does not mean she can’t see traits in others. There simply are things she can’t do.

I am curious, and ask her, Why not Jing2x?

She OK, but Si2x the best.

I see. OK, I will tell Si2x to come with me next time, which may be later today, if the easement is signed at Trujillo’s office.

Thank you.

You’re welcome, Mel.

Craig, when you take Reina?

I was going to do it soon, maybe right after lunch, why?

Reina and me going to the palengke as soon as she done upstairs.

Mel is referring to Reina’s duties as a maid, cleaning on the second floor.

I see, well I guess it will have to be tonight.

OK, I tell her that. She want to know.

That seems to be all she needs to say or learn, as now she is out of the chair and walking toward the stairs.

I am beginning to think that morning massages are very bad ideas. I am still horny. Hoping that returning to reading will take my mind off my carnal desires, I take my coffee and decamp to the sala.

Reading is not working. I am fidgeting around and just can’t get comfortable.

Craig, there is a problem. Reina is busy today. I know you said you will take her early today, but you need to wait until tonight or another day.

Yes, Si2x, I am aware. Mel and I spoke about it. … How good are you at giving head?

I not know that? What you mean?

I mean sucking my cock.

Oh! I never do that. You want?

Have you seen it done?

You mean, I see my mother?

Yes, I guess, that is what I mean.

Yes, I see it. You want to shoot in the air, or me to swallow?

Will you swallow?

Yes, it cleaner that way I think. You want here, or upstairs?

Here?

OK.

I suspect Mel is upstairs helping Reina get done so they can get to the palengke. Jing2x is on the third floor. I am alone here in the sala with Si2x and doubt we will have any visitors.

I get up from the easy chair and drop my slacks and briefs. It’s not the sexiest of moves, but it is what happens. Once I am back down in the chair, Si2x gets down to business.

She may never have given head before, but the human body is hardly new to her. She has seen her mother give head and who knows what else.

She knows my cock needs moisture. There not being a cunt to provide it, she uses what she has, her mouth. She transfers some of that to her hands as she strokes me while sucking.

As a rank amateur, she is showing professional chops: taking me deep, though not down her throat; keeping her teeth away from me; sucking hard while stroking. Has she heard her mother hum while she gave head? Si2x is humming as she sucks.

She has my balls in a tight grip and a pinky finger playing with my butthole.

I was horny before. Now I am way more than that. I both want to come and at the same time do not want to stop feeling this damned good. I am looking down on the top of the girl’s head as she goes about her beginner but master class on giving me head.

There is something about how well Si2x knows how to talk to my body that’s a little humbling. And when she takes the hand that was on my nuts to place her fingers one at a time on the top of my thigh, one… two… and then as she sticks out three she has me cumming, I am in awe, truly in awe.

She isn’t quite done. She continues to suck me as I wilt, sucking any vestige of cum that might remain before detaching from my cock, and looking at me, with a smile, to ask, OK na?

To which, I have learned in these few months here to say, Tapos na. Talaga, tapos na.¹

She stands up and pulls on me to get up and redress. Don’t worry about tonight. I will give you another massage! And gives me a big smile.

Damn, she is a cute little imp. It’s a good thing she is my imp. I suspect she would be dangerous if she wasn’t.

I decide to return to the sketches. Now that I am able to do anything at all but fidget!

And, now that I know where the electric comes in, I can finalize how I want the conduit to be placed. I am going to bury the four inch diameter electric conduit in a trench a good two meters down. Above the ‘entry main’ conduit for the electric with some dirt between it and the lower conduit, I will run a two inch diameter conduit for communications lines. I may not use that conduit for a good long while, but I suspect sometime in the future I will. If I don’t, well, no real harm done.

I will bury the water lines from the well to the main house a meter and a half down and the lines from the main house to the outbuildings a meter down.

The sanitary pipes from the outbuildings need to drop one inch every four feet. I can’t find a simple rule of thumb based on a meter. So I will calculate everything based on feet for this. Degrees of slope exist, but for me they are pretty much useless.

George has told me that code requires that I take the highest elevation the house sits on and add fill to bring it up half a meter. It has to do with issues of flooding. There will be no basement here. It also means one side of the house may actually need two meters of fill, or more!

It will affect the placement of the septic tank and the potential exposure of sanitary pipes. And now, because of that, I am thinking I may need two septic systems.

One system for the main house and one for some of the outbuildings, as they will start at different elevations and the slope of the sanitary pipe might make connections to just one very difficult unless I dig one five meters deep and have the pipes from the different buildings enter the first chamber at very different levels, and thereby causing the pipes between the next chambers to be placed very low.

I had not given thought to the slope problem until just now. Man, what else am I missing? Shit! Yes, I am forgetting I need communications conduit between the main and outbuildings as well as the electrical and water.

I am going to need a real sense of where the outbuildings go right from the get-go to make sure the conduits are placed at least partially correctly.

They can’t go all the way to any outbuilding in the beginning as the exact location of each, and where conduits need to enter them, will be for the future, but the conduit runs need to come out from under the main house in the right way and out from under the main house foundation before I pour that foundation. Once the foundation is in, if I have missed something, I am screwed.

And that is how the rest of the entire morning is consumed. These things take on a life of their own. Getting it right, means right and on paper at the very beginning.

By the time I am ready for lunch, Mel and Reina are gone. It is Jing2x who makes lunch for the three of us: Si2x, herself and me. Fried eggs, bihon, and white bread isn’t high cuisine, but no one is going hungry.

This lunch is a first, in an important way. It is the first time I have sat at the table with the two of them as lovers. I am no longer Sir. I am Craig.

They are at ease and there is teasing and some ribald comments about what Reina is in for. Both girls want to be there for my time with their friend. Once again, it is something I was not expecting. Sure, I know that Si2x will be there and pretty much the ‘why’ of it. But having Jing2x there too, is totally unexpected.

We talk a bit about the problems I had with the guys at Socoteco and also about Mel’s reaction to their pressure. They both agree that Mel is an older version of Reina.

I suspect we are talking far too long over our lunch. But I am enjoying it and I see no harm being done. Yes, they still have maid type duties, but I am not sweating the details. They know what needs to be done.

We are still at the table when my cellphone chimes notifying me of a new text message. It is from Trujillo’s secretary.

Sir Craig, Your utility easement is complete.

I am coming to pick it up right now. Thank you.

Si2x, we are going to the attorney’s and Socoteco. Do you need to change first?

What we taking?

My bike.

OK, I go change right now.

It doesn’t take her long before she is ready. Traveling downtown via the motorcycle is far faster than taking the van. I leave Si2x with the bike and go up to Trujillo’s office. The cost of their services for the easement is only two hundred pesos. If only attorneys in the USA were so affordable!

From Trujillo’s, we ride over to Socoteco, parking the bike in a safe, guarded parking area. After a little bit of confusion as to which of the connected buildings we are looking for, we enter the correct one to offer up the easement.

Though I had made it clear yesterday that they would have the easement, based on their chat with Mel, and in spite of her text later (did she really send one?) they seem genuinely surprised to see me with the easement in hand.

The guys ignore me and start chatting with Si2x. She is being nice and friendly… until she isn’t. And it isn’t a slow progression.

It’s a switch that has been flipped. Si2x is tearing into them and it is clear that they are not happy. Another man comes over to intervene and says something to her, possibly scolding her.

That’s not having the effect the guy expected. He turns to me and says, This young lady is accusing these men of serious wrong doing! Is this your accusation, Sir?

Sir, since I have no idea as to what is being said, there is no way I can say that it is. And, Sir … who are you? How are you involved in this?

The guy is the ‘supervisor’ of the guys we have been dealing with. And the story, as he rolls it out related to his understanding, is totally wackadoodle.

Sir, if that is the story you have really been told, you need to hear what really happened. … I still do not know what was said between Si2x here and your men, but if it still needs to be discussed once I am done relating what I have to say, then I will ask you and Si2x to discuss it in English. I only ask, respectfully, that I be allowed to say what I will say, without their (I am pointing to the two assholes) interference. And, Sir, shall we sit down? I have always felt that sitting makes discussions calmer.

Yes, yes, let us sit and you tell me what you think happened.

As we sit down, I ask for the map we all were looking at yesterday. The guys really don’t want to get it, but they do. It only takes ten minutes to go over the entire thing, including the money paid yesterday for the easement and the actual signed easement I have in my hands.

What comes next is pure Filipino.

Sir, it seems to me that our engineers were just looking out for the benefit of our people. But I can see your point of view. You are right. You should not have to pay for more poles and wire than actually needed to get to your property. It is also not normal to acquire an easement as you did. It is for that reason that my men did not believe you.

Even after they saw the money change hands?

Well, Sir, yes I see your point. But this easement says it is only for your use. This is very unusual! Very nonstandard.

As I have already told you, your men said they had absolutely no interest in bringing power in from that pole and would not pay a cent for it. This easement is the result of their statements.

Do you understand that you are denying many other Filipinos access to vital services by enforcing this restrictive easement?

Your men said there was no reason to have power back there. Are you calling your own men liars? I am not doing so, as this easement is completely in line with their statements yesterday.

I see. So you will not consider using the poles we suggested?

Are you paying for all the poles needed to offset the difference between the two directions?

I am afraid we cannot!

Well, then, why should I consider changing my decision?

I see. Very well. We will proceed with this work on our end and let you know when the paperwork is ready for you to proceed.

How long do you expect it to be, before we can proceed?

Sir! Maybe forty-five days. These things take time!

I hope you do not delay because of this disagreement. Is there now a need to discuss what Miss Si2x said?

No, Sir, I do not think it will be needed.

I thought not. My best guess is that the supervisor knows his guys did all they could to pressure me and that it just backfired for them. It was bad luck on their end. And so, it was best to just lick the wounds and move on.

Si2x and I take our leave of the place. I decide I do not like Socoteco.

As we walk out I ask Si2x what she said that got them so angry.

I say what they do is corrupt. It immoral. Why do they think it OK to steal money from a foreigner? They say I don’t care about the Filipino. I tell them that true Filipinos are not corrupt like them. … It true, Craig. What they do is wrong. They know it wrong.

What did the supervisor say to you?

He tell me to apologize. I ask him, what his problem? Is he corrupt too? … I almost laugh when you ask him if he calling his men liars. Yes, they are liars. Maybe, the supervisor not know what you tell him. Maybe, this is new to him. I see him look at his men like saying, ‘you want to prove this man wrong?’ They not want to try. Or maybe the look is, ‘Why you so stupid to say what you say yesterday to the foreigner?’ I not know.

If I had any doubts about Si2x in situations like we just experienced, I have none now. I may not be happy with Socoteco, but I am pleased as all get-out with this girl.

The ride back to the house is a nonevent. Things go smoothly, and having one of the girls on the back is like riding alone. You just don’t notice them, with the exception of a gentle hand, maybe on a shoulder. They are not ‘holding on to you.’ For them, sitting on a bike is second nature. I have seen girls ride on the back of bikes sidesaddle while texting. If it wasn’t scary as hell to see, it would be entertaining.

As we walk in, Mel is right in front of us, asking Si2x if they gave her any trouble like they gave her yesterday. Mel is not being snarky. She really cares and is worried for Si2x.

Si2x thinks what happened is something to be celebrated and so, giggling as she goes, launches into a rendition of what took place.

Mel is mortified. When Si2x gets to the part where she is telling about asking the supervisor if he is corrupt, Mel is freaking out. Fearful for Si2x, she wants to know what happened to Si2x after calling them corrupt. When we tell her nothing happened, Mel is honestly confused. How can that be?

In Mel’s world, standing up means you get knocked down. In Mel’s way of thinking, this just doesn’t happen. Everyone will hate you!

In Si2x’s world, if you get knocked down, then stand the hell up again. And if there are people who hate you, well that’s their problem.

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1 - Finished. Truly done.

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