Fifteen
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She comes to me without any resistance.
Rather than caution and shyness, there is confidence and a forthright bearing.
For Si2x, bodies are her family’s business. She understands hers and she knows the basics of what she wants from me, though from all I have heard, she is still a virgin.
The distance between us is gone and she is in my arms. I don’t have to put a hand under a chin to lift up her head and kiss her. Her head is up and anticipating that kiss. Her lips are ready to receive mine.
There is neither fear nor joy in her eyes. What I think I see is determination and longing. It is redundant to say, this shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t and yet it is. But, to deny reality, for the comforts of adhering to the value of an acculturation, makes no sense.
The reality is that Si2x is kissing me, and doing so quite voluntarily. She faces no deportation, no exile, no loss of food, no loss of shelter, should she not choose this path. She is safe and sheltered here.
And barring the possibility that she knows about the land trust, why does she choose it? I honestly don’t know, other than she crosses a line from simple employee to something approximating a family member.
If that is it, maybe there is an economic incentive, but it isn’t a strong one. Maybe that’s why I can’t wrap my head around why this is happening. But happening it is.
Si2x has my shirt unbuttoned and is removing it. Her lips are never far from mine for very long. Each act is meaningful, but never detached from the intimacy of lips on lips.
She has her top off now. She kisses me as she unhooks her bra and removes it.
We are standing in the middle of the bedroom. The room is large, but my world now is no wider than the space the two of us inhabit. Everything else is out of focus and meaningless.
She has my slacks and boxers down around my ankles and works with me to step out of them. There are more kisses as her shorts and panties are removed.
Now, skin to skin, it is she who moves us to the bed. Her hands are on me as she reclines on the mattress, pulling me down on her.
Sir, fuck me. Don’t be gentle. I want to call you by your name. Do it.
I am already on top of her. That is her doing. Her legs are spread. That is her doing. She is wet. And that is very much her doing. I push in. She shows no signs of discomfort. What she shows is exactly what she showed before, determination.
Nothing is wrong. Her cunt is warm, wet and tight. The breasts are ample for a Filipina and probably B cups. The nipples are large brown flags that stick way out. Her belly is flat and her hips flare out. Nothing is wrong.
No, nothing is wrong, but that does not explain how right it is… and it is right. Si2x is right there with me in every move, every adjustment. Her body and mine are in sync. Her lips, hands, fingers, they all are in the most intimate of ways talking to me, communicating a caring, a love that cannot really be faked.
Yes, yes, it feels good to have my cock inside her, but that is just part of it, not the whole of it, (oh shit, what a bad pun). No, there is more to this. This is a young woman who is staking all that she is, all that she has, in her bet that I am her guy. She could not be any clearer, Si2x isn’t fooling around. She isn’t playing a game.
I am beginning to sweat. She rolls us over. I am on my back and still inside her.
Craig, just relax and let me do this for a while.
What she is doing is fucking on my member while massaging me. I probably should keep my mouth shut, but I utter, How…?
My mother. I see her do this a couple of times. Good, right?
Uh-huh… good.
She is not bouncing on me. She is moving in a circular fashion, pushing my cock around in her cunt. It appears she is enjoying it but not going it to orbit.
Craig?
Huh?
Does she really want to talk now?
You really need to be with Reina and Jing2x. They want but embarrassed to ask.
Si2x, they really have to…
OK, all of a sudden Si2x is pulling me over and yelling, Hard, Craig! Hard!
OK, I am not sweating now and can oblige. I am smashing into her, fucking hard as I can, as I hear,
I will bring them. We can both fuck them if you want. You want that? You want us to fuck them together? Oh, fuck me. Cum in me, Craig. Do it! Now, my love. Cum! Cum!
And the heat, the passion, the raw sex, all combine to bring the cum Si2x is asking for. She has it, deep inside her.
Roll over, my love.
Why?
You will see.
And I do. I am getting a post coital massage. I have never even heard of such a thing, but I gather it exists as I am getting one. And all I can say is, I highly recommend it, though I feel sorry for Si2x, as she isn’t on the receiving end of one herself.
Sweetheart, you are going to fall asleep as I do this. It is what I want to happen. Do not be embarrassed. … Craig, which one you want first?
What?
Reina or Jing2x? Which one first?
Why ask me? The first one who asks.
What if they both ask at the same time?
Flip a coin.
You don’t have a favorite?
Si2x, every one of you is my favorite. And that is the absolute truth.
OK, relax, I will take care of it. Relax, my love, my Craig.
Morning. It’s morning alright. Si2x was right. I fell asleep. I don’t think I’ve moved an inch all night. By the time I get downstairs only four females are here. Everyone else is in class.
Coffee has been made for me and a plate of fruits sits waiting for me. Activity starts in the kitchen, to be followed by Mel bringing me a plate of garlic fried rice, fried egg and tocino.
She wear you out last night?
No more than you do. But then, after the main event, she gave me the most incredible massage. I guess I slept soundly after that.
The other two don’t know what to do.
What do you mean?
They both want to be with you but are embarrassed.
Si2x mentioned that last night.
How is this my problem? Mel, they will have to work this out without me. … Tell me, do any of them know about the trust?
Maybe, maybe no. I not talk about it. But maybe Lexi do.
OK, well for now, please don’t. OK?
Yes. OK.
Thank you.
Craig, you sure last night was OK.
Yes, last night was fine. Mel, did you cook the tocino?
Why you ask?
Normally, you cook it so the edges have a hard sugary crust. This is not cooked as much. Even the edges are soft.
Which way you want it?
Your normal way, with the crunchy edges.
Mel laughs. OK, I tell Reina how to do it for you next time.
Good.
You going to see George today?
I don’t have any plans to, why?
We need buko1. Ara say she have some she can give you.
I’ll call George and see if this is a good day to stop over.
Thank you. If this not good for him, I will get it at the palengke2.
I pick up my cellphone to text George, but an incoming text is requiring attention first. A Socoteco engineer asks to meet him at their office and take him and another to the lot. I text him that I am on my way but it will take about twenty minutes to arrive. All he says is, OK.
I figure my morning is now blown.
Mel, can you wait until this afternoon for me to go to George’s.
She can.
George, any chance I can swing by this afternoon. Mel says Ara has some buko for her.
Come ahead. I will be here all day.
OK, Thanks. See you later.
Mel will get her buko and I need to get on the road right now. Well, I do but I can’t. Lyn has told me I always really need one of them. She may be right. And, when I tell Mel I have to see some engineers now….
Craig, I will go with you.
I am just meeting with some engineers.
I know. I am coming. Wait!
On one level, it makes no sense. I don’t need her. On the other, maybe I do. Will these guys have strong English skills? They should, but do they? And, even if they can speak English, I have noted that there are times that things simply are not properly understood.
Five minutes later we are in the van and on the road. The van, and not the bike, because I am needing to take the engineers to the lot. Based on ‘Filipino time’ we won’t be seen as late arriving, at all. As I drive to get them, I wonder why they couldn’t just drive out to the lot. They have the information related to it. They must know where it is.
Is it they don’t want to burn company fuel and use a company vehicle when I can provide all of it? We are driving all the way downtown and then essentially doubling back and then a bit further past my place to get to the lot. This is a massive, close to an hour-long, waste of time, as I have to repeat the process to return them to their office when we are done.
When we get to their offices to pick them up, they have a number of rolled up engineering maps with them. Clearly, they know where we are going.
But even with all the information already there on the maps, we don’t talk about the electrical service at all. They want to know where I am from, why I am living here, why I want to build a large place, why I bought so much land, what I am going to do with the land. What they want is gossip.
Once at the lot, we identify poles that have the high voltage we need. They are pointing to a pole which is quite a ways away. I see another pole on the same line far closer to my lot.
It isn’t lost on me that I am paying for the poles and the wire, and that once the poles and wire are up, they can use those poles and wire to service others. Essentially I am building their infrastructure on my dime. They get a free ride.
And here it starts getting testy. They want to use the far pole. I want the closer one. They show me their design buildout which, conveniently, they have already drawn and have with them. How about that.
Look, that other side is far closer to me. If you insist on your side, you will need to pay for the extra poles, because I see no reason to pay for more poles that I need from the other direction.
Oh, now, they can’t pay for poles! That’s not how the system works.
I smile and point out that then they will have to find another sucker to support their plan, I want to use the closer pole.
They excuse themselves and have a bit of a conference, just the two of them.
Sir, you will have to get permission from that landowner, pointing to some private land, to put a pole on that property. We are not allowed to do so. You will need to hire an attorney and I do not think you will be successful. And Sir, we cannot reimburse you for others using that pole, as it is of no use to us. No other party will have need of it. It would be for you only. That not smart!
Just so we don’t make a mistake, let’s walk over to the property and I will put a stake in the ground where you say I need to place the pole.
That humbles them. It is not the response they were expecting. We do walk over, and it doesn’t look like this will be a problem. The owner of that particular piece of land and I have spoken. My best guess is a few hundred pesos and a bottle of rum will seal the deal. Trujillo’s fee won’t be exorbitant, either.
OK, I think I should have the easement signed by next week. I will get the document to you by next Thursday. So assuming that I get it and we come from that direction, where will my final pole be?
Over on the closest corner.
OK, let’s put a stake in there too. I need that because I will be installing underground conduit.
That gets more startled looks.
Sir, you will not bring the power in to the property on poles?
No, I don’t want any poles on the property.
Fifty kVA service underground?
Yes. In certified electrical conduit. The run will be two meters deep.
It not what is done here.
Is it illegal or against code?
No, but it only done in commercial building here.
Well, it is how I am doing it. Is there anything else, Gentlemen?
No, this is all. But, Sir, I not think you will get permission to put the pole on that man’s land.
Why?
It not normal.
That’s it? No other reason?
Yes, Sir. No other reason. But if you can’t, we must bring your power from the other side and your stake is in the wrong place for that!
OK, I am not going to argue with you guys any more. Wait a couple of minutes.
I walk over to Mel. She knows the owner and has his cellphone number. She knows what I need and right then and there she calls him. The call miraculously doesn’t take long.
He is coming, Craig.
I nod and walk over to the Socoteco guys. The landowner is on his way. I am telling you something so there is no misunderstanding. You are to say nothing to him, as you made it clear that this pole is for my use only. This is between him and me. Are we clear?
These guys are a bit pissed off, but also know I am within my rights. They really want me to pay for the longer run, but if they mess things up for me, there could be problems when they go back to their office. They are probably betting that the landowner will say no.
The landowner doesn’t have much English, but he likes the fact that I am not going to build a subdivision right next to his property. He’s got every reason to help me out, especially as the square meter of land Socoteco says is needed is along a fence line between him and another property owner. There is not a blessed thing he is going to do with that land.
Fifteen minutes later, he’s here. I show him the stake. We agree I can essentially buy, though it legally is a perpetual easement, that square meter for three hundred pesos and a bottle of rum. (I was right about the rum!) I hand him the pesos right then and there.
Also right then and there, I call Trujillo’s office, speak to the secretary and explain what I need, hand the phone to the landowner, who gives her what she needs from him and tells us the paperwork will be available for him to sign tomorrow. He tells her he will be there to sign the easement tomorrow afternoon, before he gets back on his motorcycle and rides away.
The Socoteco guys have seen all of this. They aren’t so cocksure and arrogant as they were before. They aren’t sounding off with the ‘you don’t understand the Philippines’ anymore.
I just look at them and say, I think we are done here.
And we are. On the way back to their office, they are not speaking to me, they are chatting with Mel. I think I know what’s up. I know this is going to sound both vain and silly, but I am right when Mel tells me it boils down to, ‘just who the hell is this guy and how can he do this?’ In my brain it translates to, ‘who was that masked man?’ To the extent that I am an enigma to them, I think it sort of fits.
We drop the guys off and stop at Jollibee for lunch. I have the fried chicken, which is called ChickenJoy. It is pretty good. Mel has one piece of the chicken and some spaghetti.
Next stop is George’s for the buko.
But you just can’t drive up and say give me the buko. George wants to know how it went with Socoteco, so that takes a while. He gets a good laugh about the three hundred peso square meter of ground.
Serves those bastards right. They thought they had a sucker foreigner they could shake down. Good for you! Good for you.
Anyway, what would have been a fifteen minute stop if we were just getting the buko becomes a ninety minute stop before we can drive back home with twenty-odd buko rattling around in the back of the van.
Craig, you were rude to those men today.
Yes, because they were trying to steal my money to take care of their needs and I was unwilling to be robbed.
They not do that!
Yes, they were trying to do exactly that. They can put poles up with their own money if they want to, but they just as soon use my money to put up poles I don’t need. Mel, you know the times Lexi gets angry with you?
Yes.
Isn’t it because you believe the stories people tell you? Doesn’t she tell you that they are trying to take advantage of you?
I am doing that now?
Yes, my love, you are.
Maybe I am not a good person to go with you on these trips. Maybe I say something wrong to the men.
What did you say?
I say I would try to get you to see their needs.
Take my phone and text them in your language that you are in trouble with me for saying that. I am not going to change my mind. Do it right now!
And she does. When done, she puts the phone down and starts to cry.
Stop it. You are not in trouble. I just want the men to think so.
Oh! But you say I am!
No, I said to tell them you were. I never said you were.
Craig. You really need someone else to go with you. I not understand things.
She is right. Mel is sweet but far from savvy. I need savvy.
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