Fifteen

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Tonight is Reina’s night. I know she is looking forward to it, and she has honestly proven herself in all ways that matter to me, while here. She has earned her place with us. What is bothering me about the girl, isn’t the girl, it’s the mother. I have not heard any of this from her. What I have heard is from Si2x. What does Reina think about her mother? What does she want to say? Is she even willing to engage on the subject?

I am in my bedroom at eight in the evening. These girls are typically in bed by this time at night. The life of a maid in a big house like this pretty much demands being awake in the early morning. That typically means around four AM, thereby predicting early sack time.

All three girls appear and, without comment or discussion, Reina is undressed, following which, the other two disrobe. I guess I need to as well and follow along. Jing2x and Si2x place Reina as was done last time for Jing2x.

I mount the bed and mount Reina, who is a very pretty girl. Is she unique in features? No. It’s just that everything works and nothing is wrong. She is pretty in the simple way that you might consider her a prototypical pretty kid.

In a way I am thinking back to Bel. There was nothing physically wrong with Bel, but with Bel it was what was in her head that was causing me problems. I hope, and have no reason to think otherwise, that Reina will not bring me problems … but the story I have been told about her mother makes me concerned. Should I have vetted the girls better?

I am deep in Reina. She seems happy with that. I stop moving, but still fully inserted. Now, my questions start.

Reina, are you my girl, or are you Si2x’s.

I give her a few pumps.

Yours, Po.

I give her a few more pumps. What happens if you do wrong?

Sir, Si2x, she will kill me. A few more pumps.

Why will she kill you, Reina?

Because I am weak. I allowed to be here after I promise to do as Si2x and Jing2x tell me to behave.

Why are you weak? More pumps.

I not know how to explain… but my mother, she very bad.

Why is she bad?

She do drugs. She drunk mostly. She steal. She do sex for money. She not good.

Are you going to invite her here?

No! I tell her, if she come, the others will kill her, really, they do it.

I pump some more. Do you think she believes you?

Yes, I sure. She know how she hated by my friends.

I am fucking her hard now.

Do you know why your friends are here, now?

Yes! I must tell you the truth, or they throw me out.

So are you mine, or theirs?

I am yours, Sir. They here to make sure I stay yours always and not make mistakes.

All while, we are talking, I am fucking her.

She is getting wetter and wetter. It makes little sense. The talking, the fucking, the getting wetter every moment, and all through it all her tears are getting more intense.

From now on, Reina, you are mine and you will obey me. If Si2x or Jing2x gives you an order, it is because the order came from me. Do… you … under… stand! I ask as each utterance is punctuated by my cock slamming into her cunt.

Yes, Sir, I understand.

Good! I look up at the other two and say, OK grab on to something and let’s take her for a ride.

And they do, as I give Reina all the pounding of cock that her cunt can take, in missionary position.

All the girls swore that they were virgins before I entered them. There is evidence to suggest it is true, though it can be faked in a number of ways. Still assuming the truth of it, there is probably only so much Reina can handle in her cunt the first time, as the other two torture her breasts and ass.

Reina may have cum. I am honestly not sure, but I can’t go any longer and I deposit cum inside the girl. I hope this isn’t a mistake.

Filipino time.

Once again we are waiting. Waiting on the deed to be processed. Waiting on the engineer I retained to get back to me. Waiting on Socoteco for paperwork of some sort. I don’t even know what type of paperwork.

I spend some time with George. I show him my sketches of the subsoil work. I am flattered as he tells me he wish he had thought all this through before he started to build.

When I tell him what happened at Socoteco, he tells me of a rumor he has heard.

Well, I call it a rumor, George insists it is the truth. He claims that the engineers there get a kickback on every pole they get some poor bastard to purchase. The word is that if ten folks need service, they must put the poles up out of their own budget. But if fewer than ten need it, the customers must pay for the poles. Still, once the poles are up, the company can connect whomever they want to the poles. So their job is to push the installation of poles before there are ten individuals making requests.

They got screwed this time because the pole sitting on my property won’t be available for anyone else to use and the one before that is on the easement that they are shut out of… and that means no kickback to them. So instead of kickbacks on twelve poles, of the five poles going in they will only get kickbacks on three of them.

Assuming the rumor is true, if I had agreed to the long route, even the pole on the other side of my property would have been useful to them. So kickbacks for three poles as opposed to twelve.

And again, if that is true, the supervisor was probably as corrupt as were his men. Either way, his men were truly liars at the very least. But, like I say, if true, then all are corrupt. I have no idea if it is true. It could just be a mean-spirited rumor.

We have May’s mom over one evening to celebrate May’s pregnancy. May’s brother is four and her sister is ten. The sister really misses her Ate. It’s not going to get any better going forward from what I can see. The mom is truly joyful, kissing me on the cheek and hugging me. I don’t see the kids much. A bunch of my girls, along with May’s sister, have taken the boy and disappeared inside the house. There was a father, but I gather hers was a common-law arrangement and the guy died in a motorcycle accident.

Dido’s mom comes over on a different night. There are three kids here and, once again, no father. So the woman had four kids and never seems to have married… it’s nuts. Of the three, they range from eleven to five. There are two girls and a boy still with the mom.

Once again, the mom is thrilled with the prospect of a grandchild, though as far as I know, Dido is not pregnant.

Last to come over, on a Saturday evening so that the father can be with us, is Li2x’s family. Here there are two boys, ages nine and ten, and one girl three years of age. The father is getting seriously drunk on dark Tanduay Rhum as the night progresses. For some reason their rum is spelled with an ‘H.’ I have no idea why it is. But he, as we might say in Dorchester, is in his cups. And considering it is rum we are talking about, that phrase might even be quasi-historically accurate for the early Boston area.  

The mom is consulting with my girls about things she might have that we can use for the infants to come. Each of the moms seems to indicate that we will be seeing more of them. I am not sure I am happy about that, as a development, but doubt there is much I can do about it.

I am now concerned about the mothers of Si2x, Jing2x and Reina… especially Reina. If Si2x’s defense of her mother, and maybe Jing2x’s, is accurate, the prostitution is essential economic salary enhancement. It may not be a matter I need to concern myself with. But Reina’s mother is, according to all three girls, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a prostitute, and a petty thief. I do not want the woman anywhere near here.

I know the woman has been told to stay away. Will she? Will she if she gets word that her daughter is pregnant?

The thing about Li2x’s and Dido’s moms is that they have no free time during the day. Work and children keep them very busy, so I really don’t expect to see them at the house unless we feed them. And that gets me to something I have left out of this until now, and I am not sure why. Each month those three families each get a fifty kilo bag of rice from me.

Maybe you will think I am bribing them, but you are wrong. I never offered rice, not once, and I wasn’t bargaining for the girls. I didn’t want them here. Only after the first night they were all here, even before I agreed the girls could stay, did I hear and learn enough to know how much just the gift of some rice would mean to them. I just felt sorry for them. A sack of rice may seem cheap to me, but not to them.

I am wondering now, should I not do the same for my ‘new’ three? Before, they were just maids. They earned a salary. It was an economic arrangement. And, as such, families of employees are, in most ways, not the responsibility of the employer. Yes, in the USA some family members might be able to take advantage of employer-connected group healthcare plans. On Thanksgiving or Christmas, maybe there is a turkey for the family. But in most cases, that is where it ends with employees.

These girls are more than that now. They are no longer employees. But, I really don’t want to have anything to do with Reina’s mom. Still, how can I give rice to the other two and not to Reina’s mom? How?

I think I need to discuss this with all of them. It is true that I don’t give rice to the families of Lyn, Jana, Mel, or Lexi. But Jana’s family and Mel’s dad both don’t really need it, I haven’t met Lyn’s family and she steadfastly doesn’t want to even mention them, and in Bel’s case, she can go to hell for all I care.

Plus, my first four know I have been giving rice to the families of the young ones all along and have never said anything to suggest I am being unfair. Maybe I am and I will hear about it now.

I figure dinner is the best time to discuss it. We typically are all here only this one time of the day. Pulling any of them away from something that they clearly need to be doing, for the sole purpose of doing this at another time, and for my convenience, just seems a little bit too arbitrary and unfair.

Girls, I have been thinking about something and need your views on it. No one’s viewpoint on what I want to discuss can possibly be wrong, no matter what anyone else thinks. OK?

Jana looks up and, without any fear, simply asks, We have a problem?

No, but I need your views and guidance on something. I don’t want to make this decision alone.

I see a little worry creep into the younger girls, but Lyn speaks, loudly and clearly. No one worry! No one is in trouble. I know Craig in this way. He is respecting you. You must listen and help him!

Thank you, my love. Now, let’s start with me discussing something that happens now. … I provide fifty kilos of rice to the families of May, Li2x, and Dido once a month. No other families get rice. But those families get the rice every month. … Lyn, Jana, Mel and Lexi know this. So far, none of them have said I should include their families. Each of their family situations is different and I think I know the reason why rice is not given to each, but maybe I am wrong.

I wait for someone to correct me but nothing is said. All are waiting.

So, assuming that does not change, I have three girls added now that are the same age as is Lexi, whose mother will not get rice, even if Jana’s and Lyn’s did. I am sorry, Mel, but that is the way I feel.

Mel simply nods, but Lexi adds, Well, duh! Why would you?

I have learned a little about the mothers of our newest additions. While you three are not new additions to this house, you are to my bed. And in each of your cases, your mothers are struggling, really struggling. Two mothers, according to you, are good women. One, even by your telling, Reina, is not. So, do I provide rice to them? If yes, to just two of them or to all three, even though the third will never be allowed to come to our home? … OK, I need to hear from all of you.

Lyn asks Jing2x, How much would it help your mother?

Jing2x starts to cry while looking at me. You will do this for us? Really? My mother, she will pray every day that God protects you.

Lyn looks at Si2x. How about you?

Ate, maybe Craig not saving her life, but maybe you saving her soul if this happen. I hope it do.

Lyn turns to Reina, And you, Reina?

Maybe you will kill her if this happen. Reina is weeping as she tells us, I think she will die.

How, sister? How will this kill her?

Ate, truly, she will sell the rice for more drugs or drink. Yes, she will die or die faster, anyway. Maybe that a good thing. I not know. The weeping is quietly continuing.

Lyn looks at the other girls, one at a time her eyes meet each of them, before speaking. Now you know why we all must help Craig decide. Some decisions are hard. This one is hard.

Jana asks, Reina, how you know your mother truly have a bad heart? Maybe she lost hope. Maybe having the rice gives her hope. You know what we say, Rice is Life! Maybe you are wrong.

Li2x asks, Jing2x, Si2x, do you two know Reina’s mother?

It is Si2x who answers, Yes, little sister, we know her. She has a mean heart. She is cruel. She beat Reina bad many times. Maybe we wrong but I think, Jana, you hope too much. This woman is evil. But maybe, it better she die soon, not later. I not know.

Lyn wants to know if Jing2x agrees with that assessment. She does.

I have a question I don’t want to ask, but I must. If rice is given to the other two mothers, will Reina’s mother learn of it?

The three who are best to answer this tell me that she won’t have a clue.

I do not want to do this by a show of hands. I will give each of you a piece of paper. On it I want you to write a number. A 3, a 2, or a 0. These are the numbers of mothers who will get rice. If it is unanimous, then that is what we will do. If it isn’t we need to talk more. OK?

All seem OK with this. I hand each of them a single square piece of paper off a small note pad I have. A pencil gets passed around. And then a pot gets passed. The pieces of paper fall into the pot.

One at a time, I remove the slips and read out the number, before putting the paper aside and removing the next.

The first slip has a 3 on it, but it is crossed out and a 2 is written next to it. Two, I say, and move to the next. This slip is hard to read the number is so small, but it is a Two. Slip after slip has the same number, though two more initially have a 3 but the number is crossed out each time. I have a consensus.

OK, so rice will be given to two mothers. I am guessing, but are your mothers buying NFA rice¹?

They are.

This, of course, will not be NFA rice. Once a month I buy the sacks and we use a tricycle to deliver them, but that is local to here. Your two mothers are in Calumpang, correct?

They are, and that is way too far for a tricycle.

So we will take the van and deliver the rice to tricycles closer to your mothers. You will be the ones to provide the sacks. I will not be with you. I will wait for you to return from the delivery via tricycle. You need to arrange with your mothers for a good time for us to deliver the sacks. This month I am set to buy the rice tomorrow and so that works out well. I will buy five sacks instead of three. We can deliver as soon as tomorrow afternoon or any time after that; both mothers can take the delivery at the same time.

So, now I have three girls crying.

Seeing Reina cry is the tough one. Could you make the decision she made? Could you have done what she just did?

No matter how rotten, stinking, evil your mom was, could you have done what she just did?

Do you think she is wrong? I hated this, from beginning to the very end. None of it feels good. None of it.

But… doing right is not always the seemingly caring thing to do. Consequences matter. Maybe you haven’t had to weigh the choice as Reina has, but she clearly understands the issue better than many ‘do-gooders.’

And, for what it is worth, as I continue to meet missionaries and other do-gooders here, I am developing a deep dislike of them. Yes, sure, some good comes of their actions, but I see far more bad shit coming from it than the ‘good’ they claim to be doing. I especially dislike the religious types. Is it heretical to say that? But, truly, God damn them.

We, however, may not have fully considered the outcomes of giving the rice we will provide.

Both Si2x and Jing2x are hoping that, given rice, their mothers can put the prostitution aside. They will, in the girls considerations, now ‘have enough’ without that. But will the prostitution stop, or will the mothers simply become better fed part-time prostitutes?

These women may have developed patterns of behavior that are not amenable to easy or simple change. How will my girls respond to future events, if they play out as I can potentially foresee that future?

Craig?

Yes, Jing2x?

Sir, why you not meet our mothers?

There are two reasons. The most important is that this gift of rice needs to be seen as coming from you and not from me.

What is the other reason?

I do not want your mothers to think that they can come to me and solve their other problems. I know they will have many problems, but I can’t be the answer.

But you see the mothers of the youngest ones!

Yes, and I did that in the beginning, because I hoped they would tell their daughters to stay with them and not me!

But Sir, are they asking you to solve their problems? You say that my mother will.

Yes, they have asked on occasion. I have had to say no to them. That has been very hard on my girls. You can ask them about it. But I really do not want to discuss their personal problems with you or anyone else. What is personal should stay personal.

Yes, OK. Thank you. You are right to respect their privacy.

It has been an issue. Both Dido’s mom and May’s mom have tried to ‘bribe’ me into providing more support by offering their next oldest daughters to me, with the assumption that I would want the girls. It was frustrating for me, embarrassing (I think) for my girls and God only knows what the kids who were being offered thought of it at the time. It smacked of sex trafficking to me and I want no part of it.

There is a difference between a girl asking to join and a parent offering up a child for financial gain. Yes, there might be financial gain for the parent in the first instance, but that was not the proximate reason for the request.

Still, the economics of it is tricky. What if the girl offering herself up is aware that, in doing so, she is making life easier for the rest? I suspect you can drive yourself crazy with such questions and there are no easy answers.

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