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Dido, do you really want to be with me, or would you prefer to be with only girls?

No! I am yours! Only!

It’s OK, Dido. You are always safe and you will always live here for as long as you want. I am talking about sexual love. Do you prefer girls?

No!

But is it OK if we have girls when you are with me?

Yes, that OK. Craig, I am yours, truly.

I know, in your heart, you will always be mine. I do not doubt that, my love. I am just asking about the sex.

Craig, no! I love you, so sex is with you.

OK, OK. I understand.

Good. I not like it when you scare me.

Yes, OK.

There is no way she can separate sex from love, and love is to me, if for no other reason than I am the anchor for her world and there is no viable replacement anchor. So how she catalogues her desires is a mystery to me. I know females turn her on. I have seen it. But what she and I do with that is unresolved, at least for now.

I have the two girls with me a second night in a row, and this time I don’t do anything more than kiss Dido. I spend my time fucking Reina while Dido is also doing Reina.

I have Reina on her knees and am fucking her dog style. Dido has access to Reina in all sorts of ways. She takes advantage of that. Reina gets her tits sucked and mauled, her clit attacked while I am inside her. Reina is presented with Dido’s cunt as Dido is under the girl doing some playtime with Reina’s clit.

Once again my cum ends up inside Reina and, once again, Dido sucks Reina good and long, bringing forth orgasms. If Reina is a happy and wiped-out kid, Dido is thrilled too. And yet, if you ask Dido, she is mine.

When Si2x and Jing2x return, there is a pall over their countenances. One at a time, I pull them aside. Did they have fights with their mothers? Are they upset with me over my refusal to allow the women to come here? Are they simply sad to have to leave them again?

The answer in both cases is the same and none of the above. I start with Si2x.

Sweetheart, are you sad you had to leave your mother again?

Why you say that?

Well, you are sad. That much is clear.

It show?

Yes.

Oh, I not know.

But you know you are sad, right?

Yes, Craig, I know.

Is it something I have done, or can fix?

Si2x shakes her head and laughs at the same time. There nothing anyone can do.

What do you mean?

Remember what Reina say about her mother and the rice?

She said if I gave her mother rice the woman would die. Is your mother dying because of the rice?

No, silly. It not that.

Then I am confused. Why did you mention Reina?

She say the rice not change who she is. It just make her more able to do what she want.

OK, and how does that relate to you and your sadness?

Craig, I think if my mother have rice that the prostitution will end. She will not need the extra money.

And?

It not end. Maybe it even worse. She not work at the spa as much now.

I see. Do you want me to stop the rice?

I not know, maybe no. If this what she want now, I guess it what she want. She not dying, so no, we keep giving it, I think.

Have you learned anything?

You mean that doing good can make things bad, or maybe just not better?

Yes. That is what I mean.

Yes, just like with Reina.

Do you understand why I don’t want your mother coming here?

Yes, it would be bad. The more you help the worse it will be and bad for us too, I think.

So, are you OK with me?

Oh! Why you ask that? If you not be you, then maybe I become like my mother. I am lucky. We all very lucky, I think. Craig, hold me, please.

I do hold her. Then we kiss, and hold, and kiss, and then…

As I slide into her cunt, Si2x is crying, but the tears are of relief, not bad stuff. The rhythm is slow, steady and slow, as we nibble on each other, taste each other’s lips, gently touch the other’s face… I gently cup her breasts and roll a nipple between two fingers. Her fingers are in my hair, grabbing on as if it were a handle she best never lose.

She whispers my name, over and over as if it were a magical incantation to ward off evil spirits.

The point is not to make babies, but rather to never lose hold of the other, to remain connected now and forever, to be sealed. She refuses to ramp the passion too high. She does not want an end to this. I am not pushing for an end, as we continue on through the night.

But end it must, and there comes a time when planning simply cannot dampen the passion any further. Cum leaves me and enters Si2x. … And then we sleep, exhausted and happy with each other.

The next day I am with Jing2x and it is the same story once again. I am incredibly sad for them and for the logic that told me that this might well be the result of our actions.

And like last night, Jing2x and I fall into each other’s arms, seeking those things that we all seem to want and need: safety, security and love. Two of those things simply boil down to economic realities and the third, is it not often a perceived result of finding the first two?

I am no more or less than any man biologically. No better or worse than many Filipino men. So if economics is not at play, how do you explain all that I have here with me under this roof?

Jing2x’s legs have spread wide for me. She doesn’t have to swallow her pride to do so. She is happy to be fucked by the man who takes care of her.

My cum on her thighs is a badge of pride for her. She is mine and there really isn’t any gap between saying that and noting there are nine others here who feel the same way. Might there be in the future? Sure, but not now.

How it all plays out I can’t tell. I am not a soothsayer. But for now and what I can see down the road, I don’t think we will see any of them leaving, at least not soon.

A week before Christmas, we are able to get DSL Internet and a landline telephone in the house. We also finally get my container from Boston.

With the help of some young men that May’s dad is able to round up, we move a bunch of stuff that was already in the house and pile it all up in a couple of rooms on the second floor.

In place of that, my stuff is now surrounding us, much to the delight of the girls and to my relief. My stuff includes my computer stuff, which is here with perfect timing for the Internet connection.

And the pasta maker is here, along with all my other kitchen equipment. If I can find the time, I might make use of it.

Up until now, I have been pretty much unable to see what is happening in the rest of the world and what was happening with my investments.

I am not surprised that the Apple stock hasn’t moved. That clearly was a bad investment! But the Cisco stock has really taken off.

As I look at it right now, it has almost doubled in value since I got back here!

I can’t touch a stick for another fifteen months but, unless the bottom falls out, I will have a windfall in March of 2005. The Cisco stock has split so many times since I bought it that each share I purchased now represents thirty-six shares.

Each share right now is worth over nineteen dollars. So that one share I purchased for under a buck in 1995, due to all the splits, is now worth seven hundred two dollars. And since I had purchased ten thousand shares back then, my investment in Cisco today is worth over seven million dollars.

That gets me thinking. I have a nice chunk of cash in the bank here, but I was concerned with long term issues, and being cautious on the size of the house we are going to build. It now occurs to me that I don’t need to be that cautious. I can build what I want and the investment will be there to make life good for all the years to come.

I text Gilbert.

Find I have more cash for the house and outbuildings. Need to do some expanding.

Yes, Sir Craig, happy to hear that. We can meet after New Year’s.

The girls are way excited to learn about the Internet. There is this new social media site called MySpace. I check it out and then introduce the girls to it. The girls tell me that their friends are on Friendster. They get accounts on that one.

My interests are more on the financial side, though I do find I am able to get back into my email account, which is a pleasant surprise. Once there, I find six months of crap emails I have to sort through, but I do get it cleaned up.

Doing nothing but catching up via the Internet and unpacking boxes upon boxes of my stuff consumes the rest of 2003. And we welcome the New Year in a way I had not expected.

I have seen some fireworks for the New Year in the past but, unless you live in the right place in the USA, you aren’t going to see any fireworks this time of year at all. We do our big displays for the Fourth of July. Not so in the Philippines.

There actually was a fair amount of fireworks here on Christmas Eve, but New Year’s Eve is a whole different level of crazy when it comes to the thing.

Fireworks, the big types, are not cheap; even here you can drop a fair bit of cash, over what amounts to one hundred bucks, on good size displays that might have 45 real rockets in a box that go off one after another. There are even larger displays and, if you want more than thirty seconds of excitement, you might be dropping one thousand dollars or more.

These are mostly very poor people. So who, in God’s name, are these people who are living in every sector of the city and for over forty-five minutes shooting off rockets, of the real big-deal type? This is fireworks in the round. I don’t care what direction you look, there are huge displays going off.

These rocket displays are commercial size in nature. I am stunned. The girls tell me that this is normal.

The girls… all are fine. The pregnancies, which all of them really wanted, change the dynamics of the house. I love them and they love me, but it is different.

We are a large, happy family, with caring and good humor, but the dynamics are different. They are nesting. I don’t know how else to say it, but a woman who is nesting is different. Maybe when I have more time with them I can explain it better.

I am continuing to share my bed with just four girls, but with the new understanding about Dido, I never have her alone and am rarely inside her. Nevertheless, she is in my bed just about every night. It doesn’t matter which of the three I am with, Dido is there too unless she is having her period.

And so, in a way, I am both down to three girls and I have a constant consort, Dido. She feels like she has been elevated to a new and quite important status.

Five days after New Year’s, Rena tells me there is more paperwork for me at Socoteco. And so, with Si2x in tow, I journey down there, once again totally flummoxed about who to see and what it is about.

They present me with the specs on the transformer I need to purchase and who to contact at Socoteco once it is purchased, plus an invoice I need to pay, for five poles and wire.

The cost of all five poles and all the wire comes to forty-seven thousand pesos, or a tiny bit more than one thousand dollars. I can’t believe my eyes. This is incredibly inexpensive.

Si2x and I run to the bank, pull the cash out and return less than two hours later. We pay the invoice and receive a pile of receipts and official documents in return.

The next step of this dance requires a trip to the place where we purchase the transformer. The location of the company was provided to me. I have no doubt that it is a sweetheart deal, probably with someone high up at Socoteco. Anyway, the fifty kVA transformer sets me back only fifty-two thousand pesos. Another run to the bank and back to the vendor that same day seals the deal. I text the Socoteco party that the unit is ready for pickup.

I get a text back saying.

Sir, this is very fast. You surprise us. We not expect this. You want it done right away?

Yes, please.

Now the question is, how fast is right away?

Just when you are ready to be disappointed, you get a very pleasant surprise. Two mornings later, I am out at the lot and one pole is already up. In the next two days there are five fully erect poles.

It takes a week to see the wire strung. I guess that is a different work crew. The transformer is not in place yet.

I get another call from Socoteco, I need to come down and put a deposit down on ‘my’ meter. I ask about how much and, while it’s not free, I have the cash in pocket. In a couple of hours, that is done.

The next day the transformer is hung. We don’t have service yet, but I suspect it is time to get the well started.

I assume that, even though I have the name of a good driller, it will take some time before he is ready and, to the extent that he is on another job right now, I am not wrong. But we do meet and I get the skinny on what I need to purchase, and where I can look for the items.

The well is not expected to be too deep. All I need is a one horsepower motor on a submersible pump, the parts for a control box, and four inch pipe that will become my well casing. We talk about the strength of the pipe. They are using the North American specification standards and the driller wants Schedule 40 steel pipe. He figures we will need only six lengths, based on the location of the lot.  He will be ready in two weeks.

I find most of the parts. The pipe causes me some confusion. I have found Schedule 40 four inch pipe, sure enough, and I think, great! And so I ask, How much is it?

Sir, do you that Heavy Duty or Light Weight?

I want Schedule 40.

Yes, will that be Heavy Duty or Light Weight?

OK, so I know something is horribly wrong. What are the wall thicknesses of each?

Sir?

I either need both the ID and the OD of the pipe or the wall thickness.

We not know.

Well I don’t know the answer to your question until I know the measurement of both the Heavy Duty and the Light Weight pipe.

Sir, we can ask the bodega ¹ and see if they can measure it for you.

Good. When will you have the answer?

We not know.

Can you text me the results?

Yes, Sir, we can do that.

The next day I get the measurements. I check the North American (US) Nominal Pipe Size schedule table online. The Heavy Duty is the real Schedule 40. The Light Weight is Schedule 30. And one is twice the price of the other. They claim the steel pipe comes from China with both labeled as Schedule 40, one as Heavy and the other as Light. If your head didn’t just have a minor explosion, all I can say is, mine did. And then I order the Heavy Duty.

I am damned lucky the Internet connection is up and I have a computer here now.

While I put my order in, I delay the delivery until the driller is ready.

So far we still don’t have the electric service turned on. I am wondering if I asked for the driller too soon.

Each day I wait for electric service, and so far nothing. The transformer has been here for two weeks. The driller now says he will be on site in seven days.

Things are getting too tight. I may be trying to get things done on too narrow a margin, which is not allowing for mishaps. I need to remember that this is the land of ‘wait a while.’

Still, the day before the driller shows up, the electric is installed. We have power.

All along I have been calling this man the driller. That’s what he calls himself. But that is not what he is. He is a pounder. He isn’t going to drill the well. He is going to pound the casing into the ground and, using trucked in water, or water from a close neighbor, wash the dirt out from the inside.

And there is no large truck. He has a small diesel engine connected to a device shaped like a smooth drum to wrap rope around so as to lift a heavy steel weight and drop it on the top of the pipe. I wish I had a picture to show you how it is all done, but I am having visions of Mad Max and the Thunderdome right now.

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