Fifteen

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

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Gladies is here in the main house and here by my side. She gives me a real heartfelt kiss before sitting down and smiling like she won the lottery. I find this just as nuts as everything else in my life.

I don’t even want to ask her why she is so damned happy. I already know, and the fact that her daughter of fourteen years and I fucked our brains out last night, ought not to be a reason why the girl is tickled pink, even though she clearly is.

I am ignoring her glee as best I can, without being rude. But finally she can’t hold it in any more. You make my little one so happy!

I gather she called you?

Ha! Yes! She called as soon as you in the shower! She can’t wait to tell her Nanay! She’s my good girl! She know I want to know. Craig, you tricked me!

What?

You say you wait until ten! But you not do that! She not ready.

I know. That was on purpose. It was better that way.

I guess, but no more tricks!

Gladies, I have no reason or need to trick you. I have fucked you and both your daughters. There is no one else to take.

Ha! I have nieces!

No! You even try and I will run you off this fucking land! Gladies! I am serious!

OK, I know. Lyn say that. No one else.

Good.

You OK for another?

What? I just told you, no more girls!

No, not that. I mean, another time with me, maybe? You do my daughter, I get horny, Craig. Truly.

Not here. My bedroom is being cleaned now.

No, in my house. I send Sherwin and our daughter to Shara’s house. Come!

I am not particularly horny, but I guess I could get that way. And dammit, she looks so cute when she is begging to be fucked. OK.

So, why isn’t my mind working today? Yes, sure she said her son and our daughter, Zoe, are over at Shara’s but she didn’t say a word about May. As soon as I walk in to Gladies bungalow, I see her, and she is naked.

May is dragging me into the bedroom and Gladies follows, peeling off her own clothes. They then start almost ripping my clothing off, as I start getting my wits about me… Gladies, you safe?

No.

May?

No.

But I am! I hear from behind me.

Gladies, what is happening?

We all yours now. Start with me, then May and end in Lanie. We want you. You ours now. Now we happy!

There are weirder ways to start a day.

But this time with Gladies and her daughters may be close to the very top. It wasn’t on my bucket list, but in a way it was on Gladies’… at least to the extent that she and her girls were safe for life. Sons can, in her eyes and in the eyes of many Filipinas, make their way in the world. The boys will go. Maybe they will become seafarers. Maybe they will learn a trade. There are no five month contracts and then, at age 30, nothing more.

It is the girls for whom mothers have concern. It is their safety and prospects that cause the worry. For Gladies, that worry is at an end and, as such, she is as happy as a wealthy Filipina who lives in a mansion, with a black SUV, her own maids, and her own drivers.

She tells me that Shara and she have more landscaping plans for our property. I am happy to hear that. While I will want a say in what actually happens, Shara and she are invested in this place as theirs. They will take care of it, rather than take from it.

In my need to establish a place to live out my days, I have created something new for fifteen girls and two sons of theirs. The ripples my presence have created have changed the lives of these others.

I am doing my best for them, but it is still possible to be sad about this, and I am. I keep on telling myself that, no matter what happens now, it is not their ‘always.’ Nothing stays the same. That has to be my mantra.

In a way, though, I do believe that Lyn, Jana, Mel and Lexi will be with me until I die. I do not really know what the future is for the rest, though I have come to suspect that Si2x will always be here too.

Jana and Lexi are only a semester away from graduating with degrees. Lyn’s engineering degree is a five year college requirement. So, she has three more semesters to go. But Jana will later take the licensure test for public accounting and Lexi will take the test for teaching high school English. It is my true hope that they will have rewarding careers. And then I will pat myself on the back for making that option available to each of them.

Mel? Well, Mel, my lovely Mel, isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but her life here is, for her, the very best she could hope for. Mel is not complaining and I’m not either.

May, Li2x and Dido are also now in college. I bet you didn’t expect that, did ya’? All three completed their high school studies. They started in June of 2006 and are completing their second year now. May wants to be a Veterinarian.  Li2x is enrolled in an IT degree program, and Dido is pursuing a degree in teaching Biology. (And yes, I do see the humor in that.)

So, right now, I have six girls in college. Dina, Lanie and Mica may well follow them in other academic paths. Dina has one more year of home study high school. Lanie has two and Mica three.

I feel good about that. While I am far from a noble guy, I do get a modicum of pride in what I am funding.

Si2x made me laugh a few days ago when she mentioned that, if all nine pass their licensure exams and get employment, they might bring in, at some point, as much as I have budgeted for our monthly spend.

Based on current salary numbers, I don’t see that happening right away, but over time, yes. What they are pursuing are the types of jobs the poor can never attain to as, they can’t make it through school that far.

Here’s real life in the Philippines for the poor Filipino. Even if you can scrape up the money for the tuition, these days, you need a computer. You can’t afford a computer. Even if you can afford to buy a laptop via time payments, which will in the end double the cost, you live in a bedspacer, or dormitory, or you rent a room where there are no locks on the door. It’s a one hundred percent certainty that your laptop will be stolen. Stolen long before you have even paid for it and while you still need it for school.

So, no, you aren’t going to college. And if you start, you won’t be completing. Yes, you might start. Some do, not knowing the pitfalls. You might get a year into it. But you won’t complete and you are now in the 5 month contract ‘endo’ employment trap and unemployable by the time you reach 30, plus you are still paying for that damned laptop you no longer have. If you don’t have an endo contract, maybe you are a massage therapist at a spa. Maybe you are lucky and become a married guy’s mistress to supplement the meager wages, or you start hooking. Hey, a girl’s gotta eat.

That is the difference for these girls. It’s as real as it gets. Am I just a stepping stone for a few of them? If so, I am not complaining. It’s OK. I’m not going to be lonely.

The economy here has not improved. There are parts of town you can’t walk through without being just about mobbed by beggars. Wages remain very low. There are no help wanted signs anywhere.

Internet cafes are popping up all over and girls are learning English in school for one reason only, to get a foreign boyfriend. It is the new exit strategy. I have no idea if it will work. I still don’t see that many new expats here. But then, maybe I wouldn’t. I am here, on our land, most of the time.

And that gets me thinking about Mica, sweet, adorable, Mica. She is the next one who wants in my bed.

I am going to put her on a path to success and, if she keeps at it like she has in school so far, she might well make it all the way, like the others are doing. If she does, I will be endlessly happy. She doesn’t need to be mine once she has made it through. She doesn’t need to be mine at all. I will still put her through school. None of the younger ones should need to be in my bed, regardless of what their mothers are telling them.

My problem in this regard is not what I tell them, not what their sisters or the other girls tell them. It is what Gladies and Shara say. I have ordered the mothers not to scheme, but I really can’t order the mothers to be silent. They are sending messages I wish they would not send and there is no stopping it.

Both mothers tell their kids that this bond they make with me is before God and that it must never be broken. None of the others say such a thing.

It is true that, if you ask Lyn, she will sneer at the statement relating to God, but concur that the girls would be fools to leave. Lexi may hate the church, but she does believe in God. She is not sure the mothers are wrong. She just isn’t sure enough to make the claim. Mel thinks the mothers are right but knows I don’t want her to say that! Si2x, Jing2x, and Reina are pretty much with Lyn on this.

No one is pushing the idea, other than the mothers … but no one is pushing back, either. What happens to a girl’s psyche when her mother tells her I am her personal savior and she must stay with me until the end? I sure as hell don’t know. Once again, I am not happy.

Still, things remain calm for many months. We have our second Thanksgiving and Christmas here. The Christmas decorations are incredible. The artificial tree is the biggest one we can get at the KCC department store.

New Year’s from the vantage point of the fourth floor is a spectacular thing, and we are all up here to watch it with lots of trays of food and drink brought up the stairs for the event. And 2008 is welcomed in. I remain a very lucky man.

It is May, and June, just a few days away, is an important month this year!

Mica was nine when I first met her almost five years ago. Next week she will be fourteen. Everyone here is ready to celebrate. Everyone but me. Oh, I know I will bed her. I care for her and want only the best for her and all the females here with me.

Tonight Dina has asked to be with me. Dina has asked for more time with me than has anyone else this past twelve months. It’s not that anyone asking is all that common. Each girl lets me know when her safe days are and I try to be with each during that time. Dido is the only one of the first twelve who hasn’t borne one of my children. Dina hasn’t either, as she came in under the ‘new rules.’

So tonight will be Dina’s night. Tomorrow, Si2x has asked to have a night. That is also pretty unusual, but there is no reason to say no.

I am in the bedroom with Dina by nine.

Do you love me?

You know I do.

No, Craig, I really do not. I know you take care of me. I know you protect me. I know you want me to graduate, get a degree, have a profession and live a good happy life. I know all that. … Craig, I know I am safe, and will always be safe, if I allow you to protect me. But, do you really love me?

Ah. Good for you. You are using your brain.

That’s not an answer.

If you believe I love you, how will that make things different?

Why won’t you answer!

OK, Dina. The answer is easy. I do love you. I am in love with you. I just don’t see how that changes anything, for you or for me. I was trying to understand how knowing made any difference to you.

You don’t know?

No, Dina, I do not.

You know, ’Nay say we are bound, yes?

Yes, I know what she says.

How you think it feels to be bound and not loved?

Ah, OK, sure. I expect it would feel bad.

Yes!

But, why do you think you are bound? I never set out to make you mine for your entire life. I never set out to have you in my bed.

Why are you so difficult?

Dina, once you have a profession, and I hope you do, you will no longer need me. You understand that, right?

How I leave a man who loves me and does all these things for me. Why I will not love this man?

So, I should deny that I love you?

No! I still will love you, but it will hurt!

So, my truly honest love, you are going to love me no matter what. You just want to know if I love you. I do, Dina, I do. And if you choose to love me when you no longer need me, I will be a lucky man, though you may be a bit foolish to do so. Because, my little beauty, I truly love all fifteen of you. And that makes no sense, or maybe, I am just simply insane and that means you love a crazy person!

At least I have her laughing now.

Tama, buang ka! Pero, Mahal¹, only a crazy man help fifteen good Filipinas. It really true. I am happy you love us all. I not know how this can be, but I believe it, Mahal. … Mahal, I ask you to change a rule, please. If I have a baby now, when I not in college yet, it is better. If later then problem with college, di ba?

Huh, I will think about it.

Lanie and Mica too, Mahal, no problem now, but a problem later in college days. Truly, best for all if our children are now.

Dina, is this a fertile day?

Mahal? Will you allow, please?

Dina, is this one of your fertile days?

Craig, please?

Are you, is this?

Please?

Dammit, Dina, is this a fertile day for you?

Yes! Yes… Craig, please, before I start college. Please.

Oh, Dina, why? Aren’t there enough children here?

But not mine, Craig. Please. Please allow this.

There have been plenty of moments that have made no sense to me. Let this one just be one of them. What the fuck am I supposed to do? How do I tell her, no? How? She has been in my bed for close to two years. She is still fifteen. She turns sixteen in August. She has finished her home study. If she takes a year off before starting college, OK, I get it. She doesn’t want to start and then have to stop in the middle. On that level it makes perfect sense.

I have also gotten three girls pregnant, who were fourteen at the time. So I have no valid argument there. In fact any argument I can come up with just sort of falls apart other than I don’t want any new kids and I don’t want any more kids from children… and yes, I know, I know that Dina is only two months away from sixteen and I don’t really consider sixteen as childlike here.

So, I am fucked… and so will she be.

OK, Dina, OK, yes.

And with that said, Dina is now in my arms, lips attached to my lips and a hand, I kid you not, unzipping my slacks and reaching in to grab her prize.

Dina is not a shy girl. And we have been together often enough in these nineteen months that she knows all she needs to know tonight.

For no reason whatsoever, other than Dina is excited, the girl is wasting no time and skipping all preliminaries as she works to get my cock into her cunt. But once I am in her, she has to follow my rhythm, and I am in no rush.

I am enjoying Dina’s breasts. I roll and then pinch her nipples. As I pinch them, her cunt muscles clamp around my cock. I start a slow, methodical fucking motion. It feels damn good as I feel her so completely, my cock sliding almost out and then slowly back down and in. Dina is enjoying it, while still wanting me to pick up the pace. I won’t.

I move my hand from her tit and lifting her legs and ass, high and elevated off the mattress, my fingers are also playing with her clit as the slow motion fucking continues.

Dina’s cunt is spasming. She may not want what is happening, in her head, but the physiological response is undeniable. Dina is going into orbit and I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet.²

I don’t speed up. I don’t slow down. Dina’s cunt is awash in her own fluids. She moans, at time gasps, at times her cunt spasms again. What isn’t happening is Dina trying to control anything.

I pull out, having not cum, and she whimpers but says nothing and does not move until I move her. I have her get on her knees before I enter again. Once again, I have fingers on her clit, but I also have a thumb pushing into her ass. Dina whimpers a bit more. I am back to my slow but steady fucking motion. My thumb is fully inserted and as I pinch her clit, Dina’s cunt goes nuts and she starts to howl.

And now, finally, I pick up the pace, slamming into her over and over, until the cum leaves me and joins her.

I roll off to the side of the girl, completely spent.

Dina says nothing for a good ten minutes. We just lie there, near each other but not touching or talking, just breathing and taking in the events of the night.

Don’t do that to Mica.

I have no intention of doing what we did with Mica.

Be kind to her.

Wasn’t I kind with you the first time we were together?

Oh, OK, yes. Good. Craig, that was mean.

Did I hurt you?

No. But you make me cum so many times.

OK, so how many orgasms are too many?

Bastos ka!³

Why is that rude?

Just is. I need you to be with me many times in my fertile days to make sure. But, and here she laughs, you do that every time, you kill me!

Killing you defeats the intent. Dead girls can’t have babies.

Tama⁴, so don’t kill me.

OK, I will avoid killing you.

You will be with Mica tomorrow?

No. Si2x tomorrow.

Oh, OK, then she will give you one of those massages. Good.

What?

You know, the one makes you horny.

I have to smile. I had not thought of that.

I guess. I really don’t know. She didn’t say why she wanted to be with me tomorrow. Maybe she wants a second child.

No, she will give you a massage. I am sure.

Does she give you massages?

You not know?

No.

Yes, she give me one tonight. My mother tell me it easier to get pregnant super horny, so I ask Si2x for that massage.

If I had not experienced the effects of the massage I would assume the effects were psychogenic. I know better. Si2x is a marvel.

At some point the words stop. It is not a decision to end a discussion. Rather, we both just drift off to sleep, on wrecked sheets, and too wiped out to move.

Dina is still sacked out when I get up, shower and go downstairs. Si2x sees me and pours a cup of coffee, placing it down in front of me as she asks, Where’s Dina?

Probably still sleeping. … It’s your fault you know?

Me? What I do?

Oh, don’t play clueless with me. You gave her one of those massages to make her horny.

She tell you?

What do you think?

Si2x giggles. It work, right?

I guess so. You knew she wants to get pregnant?

She tell me that. I say, ask you. That OK?

Yes, that was exactly right. But why make her super horny with the possibility that I will say no?

Why? Oh! Last night, not a safe night?

Last night was definitely not a safe night.

She not tell me that. Good thing you say yes. … But I sure you will say yes.

Oh? Why were you so sure?

She have a good reason. You like good reasons, I think.

And there you have it. Si2x is right up there with Lyn and Lexi in so many ways. She is so damned young and yet there is a comfort level we have. There is a sense of understanding each other. Oh, I love Jing2x and Reina, her compatriots, I really do, but the sense of connectedness I have with Si2x, I don’t have with most of the others here.

There is a difference between women you love and ones you might marry. I will never marry anyone. But here, there are really only three who are in that more rarified category: Si2x, Lyn and Lexi.

Drink your coffee. I will get you some breakfast, then in an hour you get a massage.

Si2x! What are you up to?

One while the girls study. Then after another massage, you with Mica tonight. We get this done and no more problems. … Dina ask you about Mica pregnancy?

Yes.

What you decide?

You know me so well, what do you think I decided?

You agree, I think. Yes, you decide, Dina is right and you just being makulit⁵. I think you decide, OK, do it and tapos na⁶.

You, Si2x, are the very definition of a keeper.

What that?

Doesn’t matter, my love. Doesn’t matter.

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