Fifteen
Copyright © 2019-2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Tick tock...Epilogue
Fifteen applications for visas submitted to the Embassy.
Four pregnant daughters. Si2x’s waiting to be bedded this month and Shara’s waiting in the wings
Five new maids who I absolutely do not touch.
Three groundskeepers who I absolutely do not touch.
One ten bedroom apartment complex with a large communal CR attached to a side wall of the property.
Five spas under management and ownership of two of my girls.
Four existing apartment complexes, newly purchased and under the management and ownership of three of my girls.
Two pawn shops under the management and ownership of one of my girls.
It is October 2nd 2018.
The interviews at the embassy are set for the seventeenth and eighteenth. All the paperwork is submitted that can be submitted and everything else is in hand.
We are hopefully going to go over Christmas break, because that is best for the teachers in the group.
There will always be something else, some other issue. There is no stopping point in real life.
But this wasn’t about my entire life. It was about how things are different now. What I have, I wouldn’t have if starting fresh today. Just like I said in the very first sentence here.
If you look around this place, this city is filled with economic energy, with jobs going wanting for not enough workers, with salaries that have gone up threefold or more now, with construction activities so common that, as you drive down any given street there is a mix of just completed, almost completed, under construction, being torn down to make ready for construction, and those properties you know will be next to be torn down.
The streets are choking on traffic, filled with cars, SUVs and pickups. Many of the vehicles have temporary tags. Roads that were potholed macadam or just dirt are in many cases paved. New malls have been built, traffic lights installed in some places. Bridges have been built and new bypass roads have been constructed to ease the ever growing congestion.
There are so many foreigners here that no one even gives them any notice and, as I go to town, I will often see a dozen men who are clearly from somewhere else, whom I don’t know and have never met.
The high school girls, when you see them, are no longer drooling after you when you go by. They are busy with their friends or are on their cellphones, and those cellphones are not simple Nokia handhelds; they are the latest Android or iPhones.
Sure, it is possible to get a girlfriend here, but they want to be the only one.
The world around me here has changed.
My girls? Well, we have built a life together, and my life with my fifteen is stable to the extent that they are not leaving, ever. Sure, it makes sense that Gladies and Shara will stay, just based on their ages now. For Pete’s sake, Gladies is forty-seven now and Shara is forty-four. But the rest of them? They all have professions, or businesses, and money in the bank. If they were going to leave, it would have happened.
My daughters? Fuck if I know… you know this ‘manhole stuff,’ you just can’t make shit up like that. But for them, and for the life here, as they see the world around them, my daughters know this life is unlike the life outside the fence. So I really don’t know.
But, what happened to me was based on an economy that no longer exists here. Sure, if you travel to areas where the economy is not as good, maybe… but if it is only a Yellow Bus Line ride to the big city… well, all I can say is things are different, now.
My life will continue and the city will probably continue to grow, though I don’t understand why it is happening.
All I do know is life sure as fuck can be weird, and even the Red Sox can win the World Series these days, but I had to leave Boston for that to happen.
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