Fifteen
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Back to Erection, lessons in Filipino time...3
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Erection, lessons in Filipino time...4
There has been activity on multiple fronts.
It is now close to the end of November, and I am now the father of a baby boy. We have named the brute Oscar.
Lexi is doing fine and is a very happy mother with all sorts of assistance from the other girls. But the assumption that school could be handled with all this happening was far too optimistic. Lexi has made it through the first semester, but she is done for a bit now.
Bel, it seems, knows about the birth, but the woman is not welcome and has not seen her grandson.
As Lexi’s dad is deceased, and she has no other siblings, Lexi’s support system is that which is here in this house.
Oscar eats, sleeps and shits. That is all we are asking of him.
I am a proud father and don’t really want to say much about that other than, I couldn’t be happier.
I have seen the engineer. He came by two weeks ago. I gave him my sketch of the conduit and he will make a mechanical drawing of it. We discussed time frame and I now have a small, if incomplete, roadmap.
First on the list was the need for the formal title of the registered deed of sale. We got that last week. It only took over five months! Whoo-hoo! A couple of folks tell me this is fast. I guess Rena is to be thanked.
We need a city approved plan for the fence. I have a promise that I will see this next week.
Also next, and maybe at the same time, is the electric. We want electric service available before we sink the well, as we will need it to run the pump motor. There is some promising news related to that. There is word, via Rena, bless her, that we are needed at Socoteco and to come today!
Then, assuming the electric is in, we drill the well.
Once we have water, the excavation for the conduit begins. The construction of the fence commences as soon as critical parts of the conduit are in place. That should not take long.
After the fence is up, we need city approved plans and a building permit for the house. I hope to have that ready even before the fence is finished, but we are not close to being there yet. The work on the house blueprints has not really started in any meaningful way.
These days, all around me are pregnant girls. Five of my first seven are so bred. The other two are, Lexi, who has had hers, and Dido, who simply isn’t with child. I am not able to describe the feelings. It is a combination of: prideful; humbling; embarrassing; and scary, all at the same time.
My three last additions might be bred, but it is too early to know, or at least they haven’t told me if they are. In any event, if they are, they are not far enough along to show.
And the issue with the rice…? It is too soon to draw any conclusions.
It has been far longer than the month I was promised in regards to the delivery of my things from the Dorchester house. But my container of household goods has still not arrived. I am told to expect it soon. It’s another example of timeframe issues here in the Philippines.
Right now, Si2x and I are riding down to Socoteco. Si2x holds on to a folder of all the paperwork we have related to Socoteco and the land. The originals are at the house in a safe I purchased. We have only photocopies with us.
Once again, when we arrive at the multi-attached set of buildings, it is not clear where we should go. The place is a maze.
It takes a good fifteen minutes to learn we need to sign a contract for the construction of the poles. Someone I have never met before hands the document to me and almost immediately I see a problem.
The pole on the easement is mischaracterized and would allow for Socoteco to connect others to it. That is specifically prohibited on the permanent and limited easement agreement.
I point that out and am told I must meet with their attorney. And so we have a forty minute wait until the attorney is free to meet with us.
We enter her office. It is possibly the only separate and walled room. From what I have seen, all the other desks are in large common areas. Right from the start, things do not go well.
Why are you refusing to sign this document? We made special efforts to do this for you and to accommodate your special demands!
Ma’am, have you actually read the easement agreement? Related to the pole referenced in your fifth paragraph?
It is an easement! What is your problem?
Have you read it?
Why?
Read it please.
Don’t be rude to me, Sir. You are only a guest in our country!
I have no intention of being rude and am sorry you find me rude, but I must insist you read the legal document, as you are questioning my actions and that document will explain why.
She isn’t happy, but at least she is reading it. Once, over quickly and, then, slowly and more carefully.
This document is unacceptable!
Why? It is exactly what your employees demanded from me.
Are you accusing Socoteco employees of writing this?
With all due respect, Ma’am, I didn’t say that. I said they demanded I get an easement for me and no one else, or they could not install a pole on that land.
They told you this?
Yes.
I don’t believe you!
Believe me or not, Ma’am, I am telling the truth.
Why would they ever say such a thing?
I can give you a complete answer. Do you want it, or are you going to continue yelling at me and calling me a liar without any basis?
How dare you insult me! You are not allowed!
And you are allowed to call me a liar?
Alright! Tell me why I should not call you a liar!
So I take her through the entire thing. I describe the way they wanted to go, involving twelve poles and the way I wanted, requiring five poles. I explain that the engineers said it wasn’t possible to use five poles because I couldn’t get an easement, and further that they didn’t prefer that route as it would serve no one but me on the last two poles. That no one else would be able to attach to a pole where the easement was needed.
I explain that I negotiated for the easement with the landowner with her employees standing right there. The negotiation, which they witnessed, was with the clear understanding that the easement was for me and no one else. I comment to her that the owner asked, was I sure that it was only for me, because he and I are friends, and that was the only reason he would do it. He wasn’t interested in helping out Socoteco.
And once that agreement was struck, at that very moment, in the presence of the engineers, I gave the man the money for the easement. I add, as a coda, there are two witnesses, a girl who was with me and the landowner. So, would you like to call all of us liars?
The attorney goes apoplectic. She starts demanding I return with a different easement. I tell her if she wants a different one, she can go and try. I have a perfectly valid one and have no need, especially because of what her own people said. No one else can connect to the pole in any case. Further, the landowner will not give her a general easement. He made that clear at the time.
You are acting against poor Filipinos by denying them access to that pole!
Ma’am. Once again, I am not denying anyone, the landowner is. Second, your people said they wanted me to pay for seven more poles than I needed because there was no easement. Why were they demanding I pay for all those extra poles if an easement on the land for which I eventually negotiated an easement could have theoretically served any other Filipinos? Ma’am, respectfully, were your men lying to achieve financial gain by tricking a foreigner? Do we need to investigate what their motives were in the lie that you are implying they made?
There are a few words between the attorney and Si2x, but I gather it doesn’t improve the attorney’s position, because all she does is harrumph when the conversation was over.
The rest of the meeting isn’t any more cordial, but I do get a contract that is modified, after more waiting and an hour later, which I can sign.
And after that? Do I have a clear path to the next step of getting electrical service? No. I am told to wait for further notification.
Once we are out of the building I ask Si2x what had been said between her and the attorney that I didn’t understand.
She want to know why I was with such a rude and unpleasant foreigner. I tell her, he only rude to people who lie or try to steal from him. To everyone else he a sweet and nice man. … She say, am I accusing her of lying or stealing? I tell her, maybe she protecting those who do. Everything you tell her true.
I really don’t like Socoteco.
And now it’s ‘wait a while’ again!
And while I am waiting, it occurs to me that I didn’t mention I have been to Manila. I have an SRRV retirement visa. I had to deposit some cash into an account at the Development Bank of the Philippines, and the rest of it was no problem. There is a minimal annual fee, but nothing of any consequence. It is done and no need to visit the Bureau of Immigration any more.
In another thing that seems to have slipped from my mind, I realized that I had never heard from the agency in Boston about the cable TV company and the hearing. I texted but did not get any answer, so one night I made a long distance call via my cellphone.
It turns out that the person I was dealing with is now gone from the agency. There was a hearing, and the cable TV company acknowledged that I had most likely been telling the truth, but they had no way to accommodate that situation. Nor could they reverse the negative credit reporting that had already occurred. They promised to stop any further bad reports, and to develop a process for future cases, but there was nothing they could do for me.
And so for the next seven years I will have derogatory information at three credit reporting firms. There is no way to clean it up and the only answer is to ignore all of it and live my life here where no one is looking at those scores.
And there you have it. It doesn’t matter if you are in the USA or the Philippines, there are systems that are simply fucked up. It’s not that one place is better and one worse. It is just how this world is.
On the ride home from Socoteco, Si2x tells me I need a massage. She is so right! I am tense and uptight.
As a general rule, never refuse a massage when one is offered. I am sure there are times when that advice is not appropriate, but there can’t be too many times when it is.
Si2x’s massages are always wonderful, and so today, as I am feeling particularly in need of coming to peace with the world, the concept of a massage as opposed to a drink makes all the sense in the world.
As an added benefit, it turns out that it will be a four-handed affair with Jing2x making it a team effort. Two students of massage who learned the skill from their own mothers.
They have me strip down and they strip down themselves. Towels are laid across the bed and I am belly down on them. No modesty towel is required as I am oiled up.
They start, one on my legs and one on my shoulders. It is a long, slow process. There are no additional patrons waiting in an anteroom, there is no financial inducement to finish early or exactly on time. Every muscle, every joint on my body is individually worked. Even the joints in my toes get individual attention. And that is even before they roll me over and start on the front of me.
A good massage is not like a soothing back rub. It can hurt a bit. Your body is stretched and moved in stressful positions. But the end result is far more effective than any gentle treatment. Depending on how it is done, different outcomes result. You can be put to sleep. A limb that was chronically cold will now be warm. Or you can become incredibly horny.
That last result is something I had experienced twice before, but I am not thinking about it as this massage starts and continues.
I may not be thinking about it, but that evidently is the plan for the day, because I typically don’t get erect with these massages, as there are those stressful body positions and a modicum of discomfort in the process. But today, I am hard and horny. I know they can see it. I also know they are not paying attention to it.
I am getting hornier and hornier as the minutes roll so slowly by. I have been quiet about it, so far, but there is a limit to what I can take.
Seemingly moments before I am about to tell them to stop this sexual torture, Jing2x lowers her cunt on my member, bathing it in her hot, wet canal as Si2x starts tongue wrestling with me.
I would like to tell you this was the beginning of a long and languorous session of lovemaking, but that would be a lie. In no more than five minutes, I am cumming inside Jing2x and promptly fall fast asleep.
Tension? What tension!? I feel fine.
The days that follow are ones of inactivity. We await more contact from Socoteco. A basic plan for the fence, without the conduit mechanicals showing, is approved by the city. We have our first building permit. But until there is electric service we can’t start.
Then, close to Christmas, we are told, by Rena, Socoteco has been waiting for us! No one bothers to tell us, of course. Are we supposed to read minds?
We are told we have to have a structure up with a breaker and wire all the way to a temporary pole at the lot line before they will move a hair for us…. Fuckers! That could have been done long ago if anyone had mentioned it.
By now, most of my girls are heavy in their pregnancies. They are mostly five or six months into their terms. It’s a sight to see!
There are serious discussions about schooling. There are also far fewer girls I am bedding these days! Not that I am complaining. Lexi isn’t quite there yet, but four are still good to go and happy to have more of my attentions.
As to demands on my time, all of a sudden I have gone from little activity, to a great deal.
We are busy with home schooling issues and figuring out what to do about college, while at the lot I am moving a Bahay Kubo1 there and hiring an electrician to get me wired to a small, ten foot steel temporary electric pole designed to take a meter.
Plus, hey, it’s Christmas time and there are parties and visitations with Li2x’s, Dido’s and May’s families.
I have also received two cryptic messages passed to me from Si2x’s and Jing2x’s moms. They want to visit.
I have been meeting with my civil engineer, Gilbert Mendio. We have been firming up the plans for the main house, and that has also allowed us to extend the conduit runs subsurface because we know now where the main house utility room will be.
The drawings are not ready for city permitting, but I don’t need them to be yet.
I get the hut on the property and it is wired up, but now nothing can be done until after New Year’s.
Jing2x and Si2x decide to go visit their mothers for a day as I have not agreed to have them come here. I know I have put these girls in a bind, but I also know how, once the mothers move out of their angle of repose, they will come tumbling down towards me.
Having Si2x and Jing2x gone makes Dido and Reina supremely happy, as they get unimpeded access to me for a couple of days.
I remember one of the girls telling me that she thought Dido swung both ways or possibly was more a lesbian than not. I have no idea. She has always been good with me and I have every reason to believe she gets off good and hard when we make love. Still, might there be more to learn?
I ask both to join me tonight. Reina seems ok with it and doesn’t display anything but welcome acceptance of the invite. Dido is not pushing back but is a little surprised, possibly. I have only been with her one-on-one. She has never been in bed with me and a girl.
Though Dido has been with me longer, Reina being two years older may make her a little more astute, plus Reina may also be of the mind that Dido might like girls.
There is no school tomorrow, and so we have all the time in the world tonight. I decide to start early, anyway, and we are all three in my bedroom by eight PM.
Do I have a special girl, of these ten? No. But that is not to say I don’t care for them. I do. In a way, each of them is special and tonight, as I am with these two, I am more than happy they are here.
As soon as they come in, both get real kisses from me and tight hugs. We joke around a little bit. Dido, who says she is sorry for not being pregnant, gets reminded that it means more bedtime with me. That gets her giggling a bit and, as she is giggling, I start undressing her. She is OK with that, even when I ask Reina to help me undress her.
Once Dido is totally sans clothes, I turn to Reina, while saying, Dido, help me make fast work of undressing Reina!
And Dido does hop to it. We have Reina naked in short order. Before I say another word, Reina tells Dido to help with me.
I move us over to the bed and, after kissing each again, suggest we make a love circle. Reina simply doesn’t know what I mean but she is not tipping her hand. Dido does ask and, after kissing her again, I tell her, Sweetheart, you suck on my cock, Reina will suck on your pussy and I will do Reina’s pussy by mouth. See, it’s a circle.
Reina, still not showing any surprise, gets on the bed, making room for both of us, and I get right on as well. I haven’t asked Dido or Reina if either is OK with it, and ‘it’ is happening. So, whether they really want to, or just don’t want to rock the boat, both play along.
Dido does know how to give me head and she is doing just fine. Reina starts eating out Dido and is given plenty of access. Dido is not denying Reina anything. I am having fun with Reina’s cunt, but it is just playtime. After a bit I call, OK, reverse positions! Will Dido go after Reina’s cunt, or will she shy away?
Dido goes right after Reina’s pussy. She is not being shy about it. Reina, who is ostensibly giving me head, pulls her head back and just moans. I pull off Dido’s cunt and tell Reina to get into a sixty-nine with Dido, which she does.
They are going after each other for the better part of fifteen minutes when I pull them apart and tell Dido, Kiss her and play with her breasts while I fuck her. I get firm eyebrows.
I take Reina in missionary position, with her legs gathered up in my arms, as I fuck the girl. Dido has Reina’s lips, as the two start swapping spit. I swear Dido is manic in how she is kissing Reina. Reina’s hands are now on the back of Dido’s head and Dido’s hands are around Reina’s. I am just the vibrator below.
But though that might be my only role, I am a vibrator that can cum and I do just that. Reina has cum running out of her cunt. I pull Dido off Reina’s lips and tell her to suck my cum out of the girl’s cunt. I don’t have to ask twice.
Reina, who has already cum a couple of times, cums hard on Dido’s tongue and mouth.
Dido’s face may be a mess, but she is one happy girl.
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