Fifteen

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

Erection, lessons in Filipino time...6

We have water and electric. What else could we possibly need? It isn’t February yet and the work has begun with the excavation and the fence.

I am working with Gilbert on the new, far larger, main house. I figure, considering the size of the family, I really need more bedrooms, and everything else needs to be larger too. Plus an expanded roofed-over area for vehicles.

I am noodling around with what I will do with the rest of the lot and how I will care for the grounds. And, with the knowledge that I actually need folks out there all night, starting now.

Once again, I find that I have had a blind spot, putting off something I should have already resolved.

It is frustrating, as I need an answer yesterday and I don’t have a clue. I am deep in self-recriminations when I get a tap on my shoulder.

May, my sweet fourteen-year-old heavy with child, is seeking some attention. Looking up at a face fuller than when she was not pregnant, but no less lovely, I can’t help but smile. I may be having problems, but not now, not at this moment as I look at her.

Yes?

Mother is outside. Will you speak with her please?

OK, but ask her to come in and get us both something to drink.

She may be pregnant. She is not disabled.

Three minutes later, May’s mom, Gladies, is sitting down by me with a coke in her hand. May has provided me some rum over ice.

Good evening, Sir Craig.

Good evening, Gladies. What is on your mind?

I think you have a problem and I can fix it.

I have to smile. I have no idea what she is selling, but that is a classic sales tactic the world over. I have no idea what problem she is going to announce I have, but this will at least be entertaining! This type of thing is really no different from TV commercials in the US by drug companies who seem to invent new illnesses and then convince you that you should see your doctor to see if x medicine is right for you!

And what is my problem?

You need someone out on your lot all night and all day. If you don’t have that, everything will go missing!

Goddamn.

You are right. I am aware of the problem. How do you propose to fix this?

Me and Shara, we can do this.

Shara is Dido’s mother. I know the gals talk to each other and to my girls. So, in a way, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that they came up with this. They have been looking for a way into my world for a while.

How?

If you hire security guard for eight hours a day you pay six thousand pesos a month. But you need more than that! You need all day and all night. So you pay us the same, each. When I am out there, Shara will watch my girl, Lanie, my boy, Sherwin, stay with me. When Shara there, I watch her girls. Her boy stay with her. We swap back forth one day there, one day back. With that money and your rice, we not need other work.

A guard has a gun. Do you?

You buy one. We will share it.

That’s not legal.

It done. Easy. You need one anyway. Truly.

Well, I have no idea how to get one and I don’t want to be deported.

We get it for you. No one know it yours. Promise.

Do you know how to shoot?

She laughs. Pull the trigger!

There is a bit more to it. There is a safety and you need to load it and cock it.

You will teach us! It OK.

The construction will take more than a year. Are you sure?

Sir Craig, I ask my daughter, if she tell me some you not want her to tell, it my fault not hers, please.

OK. I am not sure I have any secrets here, but OK.

Sir, this will take you two maybe three years.

And you want to spend every other day for two to three years in a bahay kubo?

Sir, it true you building other building for gardeners?

Maybe. I have been thinking about it.

So, you build those and we can stay in them. You want gardeners. We can do that. You pay us for that, we do a good job and you will be sure no one steal or take advantage of you. Because you are the father of our grandchildren!

And there is a great deal of truth in this. In fact, I can’t find any error at all, except maybe one.

OK, I have just one question. How do I fire the grandmother of my child if the work isn’t any good?

The gal smiles. Sir Craig, you love my daughter? You respect her responsible behavior. Where you think she learn that from? There will be no problem.

Just so I am clear, until the outbuildings are built you will be staying in the bahay kubo. And after that in an outbuilding, not the main house?

Yes.

And you are not trying to get me to bed Lanie?

You want her?

No! Gladies, no! Even if she was older than ten, no! I want to make sure you are not asking me to add anyone to my life in that way.

OK, then, no.

When can you start?

Tonight.

Really?

Yes. Lanie is already with Shara and my boy is here.

OK, you will need a cash advance, a pot for rice, a bag of rice, and some cups for water. The water is running, but there may be a bit of sand still coming up and you have to turn on the pump each time you want water. It comes out of the hose very fast. There is an electric light in the bahay kubo. Are you really sure?

Yes! Yes! I will be near my grandchild! God bless you, Sir Craig. Truly, God bless!

God bless? It is a weird thing, isn’t it? I have her barely teenage daughter well and truly knocked-up and she is blessing me because I am allowing her to stay in a place currently unprotected by fences on an isolated piece of land, without a toilet, every other day for a year or more. Regardless of whether God would actually bless me, why she wants that to happen just sort of boggles the mind … until I consider it as a long term investment.

All investments are risky by their very nature. Consider my investment in Apple. There was a brief moment about three years ago when it actually looked like it was going to pay off, but that was right at the end of the tech bubble and right then they did a two for one split. And now? Well, two shares together aren’t worth much more than the one share before. I would have done better just having my money in a savings account at the neighborhood bank.

Gladies is offering to invest her time and her future, her life, in taking care of me and my property, in the hope of securing a permanent position that will provide her with food, shelter and security for the balance of her life, as well as give her immediate access to her progeny.

I have been in her world for almost an entire year and, as far as she is concerned, I have not made any missteps. She is banking on the hope that her read of me is accurate.

As investments go, it’s not a dumb move.

So, both you and Shara have your own places plus, you go to the lot every other day?

We think maybe we share one place. Better that way. Easier for the girls.

I give Gladies two thousand pesos as an advance and ask May to assist in providing utensils, cups, plates, two pots, a water jug and some rice. Once done, May is to put it all in the van. I will drive Gladies out to the site and show her how to turn on the pump.

We already have a basic latrine set up, and I will see to it tomorrow that we add some extra privacy to the structure.

As we drive out, I ask Gladies, How much does a handgun cost?

She laughs and says she is not sure but will text Shara. Maybe Shara will find one and tell me.

The law in the Philippines prohibits non-Filipinos from owning a firearm and it is a serious crime to be caught with one. To get one legally a Filipino must apply for a permit.

The simple truth is that there are many illegal firearms in this country. The murder rate of people being gunned down proves it, that is, unless you assume that every murder is carried out by a licensed individual, and I am not buying that nonsense.

We get Gladies set up and return home, one huge hole in my plan filled in a way that had not occurred to me. I am very much aware that this may be a very big mistake. I have been resisting adopting these families. I have just done what I said I would not do.

As the work on the lot progresses, I come to realize that I need to be there every day the entire time the workmen are there. I had hired a man to put in the conduit and the fence for a set fee, called a modified pakyaw¹ price. I am to purchase the materials. His pakyaw covers labor costs only.

As we proceed, it becomes clear that, while the foreman of the job is trying to be accommodating, and he really is, I can see the tension in his estimation of profit and the reality as I make changes. Clearly, the pakyaw is not working for him. He wants a second pakyaw to do work on the house. I assume he will build in a far larger margin this next time.

Once the fence is done, I decide I will pay a daily labor rate only and essentially become a true general contractor, as I will need more than masons and carpenters as we go forward. No more pakyaw work.

But my presence at the lot has other impacts. Impacts on my life with the girls. As I am out of the house six days a week (the only day off here is Sunday) I see my girls very little. Add that to their nesting behaviors and, while I lie down with three of them plus Dido on any given night, even on Sundays, when I am home, I do not spend much time with them.

They are not separating from me as much as they are becoming mothers. And, as January becomes February, Reina and Si2x have now announced their own pregnancies. They will still come to my bed for a few months, but I know how it will play out as they get further on in their terms.

My college kids are saying that school needs to wait for a while. My maids are signaling some relief in knowing when they can’t do the work for a bit, someone else can.

So that’s one side of it. The other side is that I am with Gladies and Shara each three days a week for ten hours a day. Plus on Saturdays, their daughters are also on the lot. I am spending more time with these two women than with my own girls. As the construction on the fence looks like it will take close to a year to complete, this is a change that am not really prepared for. Neither Shara nor Gladies is old in any real sense. Shara is twenty-nine and Gladies is thirty-one. Both are nice. But the level of familiarity is becoming an issue. It is a bit confusing. They are too young for me to consider them mothers-in-law, yet I am clearly fucking one of their daughters.

They flirt with me. What am I to do as they do that? They tease me that, as all my girls become pregnant, what ever will I do? Oh, geez.

I talk with Gilbert about getting the outbuilding done earlier, but he pushes back; it will cause problems as we will be less able to accommodate changes in the main building. We need to concentrate on that first.

But I don’t want these gals having to hang out in a bahay kubo that isn’t theirs, as I am in it every day, the workers hang out around it at lunch and they have no place for their personal stuff, as too many are in and out of it all day long.

By March, as it is clear that the fence itself is a major project and the house will then take two years beyond that at a minimum, I purchase two more of these huts and set them up with water hoses connected to large barrels. We dig another latrine for the gals only.

It is all temporary, but it is a maybe three year temporary compromise. I am thinking that I will not see them as much during the day. No dice. They use the huts I purchased for them as theirs, but during the day they hang out with me in the first hut.

At home, March has come to an end as has April; no one will enroll in school this coming year. There will be some home schooling for the three high schoolers. Plus, there are now five new babies at home. I may be the proud papa, but the mothers are, well, they are being mothers, and not mates.  

Lexi, who I had hoped would return more fully to my side, is too involved with this cabal of mothers.

Dido, who isn’t even pregnant, seems to have been sucked into this so much that I am mostly with Jing2x at night and no one else. While I love Jing2x, how long before she becomes pregnant and I lose her?

I can only hope that this will settle down a bit, but for now, I feel very much on the outside in my own home.

May comes and goes. The fence is barely half done. There is no change in how life is at home. The babies are demanding a great amount of time and the mothers are being mothers. I think Jing2x is pregnant, though she hasn’t said anything. But she hasn’t needed to take time away from my bed since March. So, based on that, she is two to three months along now.

Sundays now see Lanie, and Dido’s sisters, Mica and Dina, here at the house, fussing over the babies. It’s so much a madhouse, mothers, fawning girls and babies that, Sunday, I hang out at the lot with Gladies.

In a somewhat dour mood I make a comment that it seems like the only ones who aren’t lost to me over the babies are Shara and her.

Gladies smiles and says, Craig, we have our own na. Not need more, OK? But, our daughters, they want.

Well, your May has hers, and I am not sure Dido can conceive. Besides, she prefers girls to men.

Ah! Truly? Dido want that?

Sorry, I should not have said that.

But it true?

Yes.

It OK. You like her anyway?

Yes.

So she staying even that true?

OK, I guess there are times that smiles come even when the mood is sour. It’s economics again… she wants to make sure, for Shara’s sake, that the deal still holds.

Yes, she stays. She never says no to me, Gladies. It’s just that she prefers girls.

OK, I see.

I think that, by my saying what I said, she can accommodate my decision, that Dido is safe, more easily.

But Sir, before I not mean May. I know she have hers, of course.

Then who? They have either had babies or are now pregnant.

I mean Lanie, Mica and Dina.

I really do not want to even talk about such a thing. Gladies, really, they are too young and I already have too many girls.

Gladies smiles and doesn’t say another word, but later, as I sit reading a book, she comes up behind and rubs my back. It is not a massage, but it is a laying on of hands, and it is something that has not happened before.

I guess I should push her way, but it feels good and I feel a little isolated, even with all my girls. I have hope that, in our new home and as the kids are older, I will have my girls back more with me. But, for now, there is this feeling of being really alone while surrounded by all these girls.

The back rub continues and I just drift. The weather is warm. The breeze is inadequate, though an oscillating fan blows the warm air over us. It is midday and, being Sunday, we are alone on the lot. Other than the crowing of roosters in the distance, all is quiet.

I just put the book down and accept the touch that is being offered without comment. It is so nice.

I seem to have fallen asleep, because Gladies has my slacks unzipped and is removing my cock, as I gently awaken with the warm breeze still urging me to just relax and rest. What-the-fuck, I do. Might as well. It was going to happen anyway, wasn’t it?

Gladies takes my cock between her lips and deep into her mouth as my member grows and grows. She is not in a hurry and, in an entirely languorous manner, she has me drifting while being hard as a rock. She is drifting up and down on my cock, me drifting in and out of dreams as it all continues.

It continues for a long, long time. And as I come out of this dream world yet again, now late in the afternoon, I find my shaft deep in Gladies’ cunt. Oh, fucking hell. And I cum hard.

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