Fifteen

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

The way forward...5

I am not opposed to older women. How I find them can be resolved, but how many do I need?

I can put off the groundskeeper concern until later, but the maids matter needs addressing as early as this weekend.

My mind returns to Lexi, Mel and their mother. If I don't consider the woman, do I have a problem with my girls? I think I will. And then I hear Jana in my head. I remember what she said specifically regarding what to do about Lexi, before we met the girl. 'Be evil.' Jana's advice was good then and maybe is good now.

Having a quasi-mother-in-law living in the house really isn't going to work. Taking another lover does work... at least I can sell that concept to Lexi, if not Mel. Lexi knows her mother will not agree to that. Why would she? She rejected a far less weird proposal from Lexi's father.

So, I allow the mother to come, and to stay, but with the condition that she joins my bed. She will decline. Mel can feel like I made the offer and so no harm is done. Lexi really doesn't want the gal here in any case.

It doesn't solve my problem regarding finding maids, but it does solve the problem about the mother. And that may need to get resolved before I get the maids.

Two hectares... I need to find other expats who live on larger pieces of land. My best guess is that there are issues I have not considered.

I think back to Stefan's little wall with the glass shards. Brian's has a higher wall with some barbed wire across the top. Both are relatively small places compared to what I am buying. The fact that walls are needed, and the fact that I will not be able to easily monitor all of it from the house, raises some questions.

Maybe I will meet some guys at the party on Saturday night with larger plots.

I finally find that I can read without my mind running off down other paths and get a good chapter read before the girls appear, laden down with bags upon bags of groceries.

The bags are stowed, the girls all take seats, commenting on how nice, roomy and cool it is in here. Lyn who has taken the seat next to me, leans over, kisses me and informs me that they have bought enough to last for a bit.

I had assumed that the lesson had been learned while I was gone, but this is the first time we have been shopping like this. For Lyn, it is a propitious time to comment on that lesson learned.

It takes the girls two hours to put away what it took them three hours to purchase. Five hours plus drive time relegated to shopping. And there are seven of them doing this.

It is hard for me to understand why it takes so much time, but there is no denying that it has. Maybe the preparing of dinner is tied up with it and contributing length of time, maybe.

Maybe it is understanding how to organize a pantry, rather than just get ready to cook what you just purchased.

Dinner is filled with talk about what we will do with the two hectares. Why one would buy so much land without wanting to farm it has them a little confused.

The conversation is between the girls. I am not engaging. My mind is on the need for maids and not on the land. I really don't think the girls even notice that I am not participating.

Just as dinner finishes, I address Mel.

Please invite your mother to visit, as early as tomorrow but at her convenience. We will be attending a party on Saturday night, so it needs to be either before that or after.

I get some surprised looks, but Mel is tearing up more than being surprised.

Yes, yes, of course. Thank you! Thank you so much!

You are welcome.

I get up, grab my book and start up the stairs. Lexi is right behind me. She will be spending the night with me, but that is not why she is trailing me upstairs now.

I am not going to engage in a conversation while on the stairs, and Lexi appears to understand that as she just follows me into the bedroom before sitting down on the mattress and asking the question she has needed to ask from two flights below.

Why?

Why what?

Why you say my mother should come?

How many of you are taking care of the house right now, this week?

Seven? All of us, right?

OK. Yes. And how many will be here to take care of the house starting next Tuesday.

Yes I know. ... Only Mel. But do you really want my mother as a maid? ... Really?

No. While it is true we do need maids, it is also true that I will probably be fucking the maids. But, Lexi, what happens if I don't even give your mother a shot at being here and just hire maids? Maybe you won't mind but, how will Mel feel? How will your mother react?

So you will give my mother the first chance before you hire anyone. You will tell her she needs to be like us and she won't want that. So she will leave, but you will not have refused to consider her. So, ... no one will be angry with you. And because you make it clear that to be here means the person is a girlfriend to you, she won't ever push to stay with us as our mother. That your plan?

Yes. That is the exact plan. Is it a bad one?

It is good. You will allow our mother to visit but not to stay because she not want to be a girlfriend like us. She would want to replace us. You will make Mel very happy because you are fair.

Good. I think we need two maids plus Mel for now. Will it be hard to find maids?

I think it not hard. I know where to look! The housekeepers at the Sidneyy! Or my school friends. Yes, I talk to them! They not going to college. They will be good!

You thought that because they will be young I will need to send them to school. Correct? Why wouldn't I?

Maybe, maybe not. I was wrong. I think this will work. I talk to them. They not want college. Craig, you will tell my mother she need to be your girlfriend? Really?

Do you have a better idea?

No. What if my mother say yes?

She won't.

How you know?

She didn't marry Mel's father.

True. She really bad to him.

We know she doesn't want the two of you girls to be sharing me. She certainly won't want to be sharing me with you two.

I know. But what if she say yes?

Then, Lexi, I have no idea. None at all.

You not telling Mel this, correct?

Correct. I am not telling Mel.

Good. If she know, she will tell our mother. Craig? ... Come hold me, please. I feel weird. You are the father of the baby inside me. I need to feel you near me. Hold me tight.

And I do. This sixteen-year-old girl will have a child by me before the calendar turns to the New Year. This is no small matter. We will be parents, jointly. Lexi and I have a flesh and blood bond that can never be broken. We are both Catholics and though Lexi doesn't think much of the church, I suspect that the reverence for life that I feel, runs through her too.

The touching is not sexual. It is not urgent. It is not a pretense for something else. It is pure and simple love. We lie back and just rest in each other's arms.

With all the hubbub related to the coming school year, the land deal, the big party on Saturday, and Lexi's mother's potential imminent arrival, we are safe and at peace in each other's arms. Nothing interferes.

An hour passes before Lexi gets up, undresses and takes a shower. I follow after she is done and take my own shower before joining her in bed.

We seek each other's arms again, but this time it is sexual. There is a hungry sexual desire. Nothing is playful about it. Lexi has my member in her hand and she is working it with earnestness. I am fingering her cunt. No coaxing is required. Lexi's need matches my own.

She pulls me up on top of her. Insertion is a mandate, not an option. Insertion is accomplished.

I feel her heat. I feel her need. I feel her hands as they roam over my back. I feel the walls of her cunt as I push in and pull back, repeatedly.

Lexi is growling. Honestly growling. Whatever is happening inside her head is generated by her needs, her emotions, and our efforts. It has nothing to do with any plans or inspiration I have brought to the coupling tonight.

Clearly, there will be no conception. This is lovemaking in the most raw and primal sense. We are a couple. No one is seeking permission. This is the sex of a mated couple. Lexi knows this. I know this. This is not a sympathy fuck. This is a celebration. Lexi is losing it. I am losing it. ... and, finally, there is cum.

We are sweaty, sticky, out of breath, and blissfully happy.

Both of us get up early, possibly because we went to bed and fucked early last night. Anyway, it's a calm, quiet morning for a couple of hours. But we need to get into gear. I have to go to the bank and pull out almost a million pesos. I have no idea how long that will take, but my guess is that it doesn't happen quickly. It, sure as hell, didn't happen quickly when I purchased the van.

Then, this afternoon, Mel, Lyn and I need to get to Atty. Trujillo's office.

Everyone is excited. In the course of the next few hours we will become landowners of a sizeable tract of property inside the city limits.

I get to the bank with Lyn and Mel. We will get the money and take it to Trujillo's office. I have learned he has a safe. Let him hold the cash until the afternoon. Maybe it will also give him confidence that this thing is really happening.

This is the second time I have walked into this bank to withdraw a very large sum of cash. It won't be unique, but it feels weird, never-the-less. Just like last time, I can't use a withdrawal slip straight away as the money is in a dollar account and I don't know exactly what to withdraw to receive eight hundred and sixteen one-thousand peso bills. (The attorney's fee is two percent of the transaction price.) I sit at a back officer's desk as she runs numbers, fills out the proper pieces of paper and hands them to me for signatures.

Nothing is going quickly. Even after the time it takes to get the paperwork right, it takes us better than an hour at the bank as the cash is finally produced on a desk, counted out and verified at least three times by three different people.

This is also the second time I have walked out of the bank with huge bundles of cash. I'm wishing I had an armed guard with me. Thankfully, it is not far to Trujillo's office.

Once at Trujillo's office, we pile the money on the secretary's desk.

We go through the same process of counting and recounting, before the secretary accepts the cash, puts it in the safe and hands me a receipt for it.

By the time we have completed this, it is lunch time. The closing is right after lunch, that is, so long as the selling party appears.

Lyn is texting the seller, advising him that the money is now in the attorney's safe and we are ready for him this afternoon. We get a promise that he will join us at the law office by two.

Staying downtown, we find a place to eat and return before two, to await the other party who shows up at two thirty.

It takes a full three hours to get all the paperwork right, all the signatures attached to all the multiple copies and to get the cash counted out multiple times again.

In the end, it is done and not done.

I learn only now that I, as the buyer, will be paying the seller's taxes on the sale! The law says it is the seller's tax, but custom here, Trujillo explains, is the opposite, as no one is going to come against the seller in a cash sale and I can't get the title recorded until the tax is paid. Oh, joy.

So I have the duly signed title and properly executed deed of sale, but getting it registered is yet at least one more step. The attorney says if I want, I can pay his secretary to handle all this at the city offices. I may take him up on this, but want to ask around and sleep on it at least for a couple of days. Plus, I wonder, does Rena do this type of thing?

For today, we are done. At least we are done for the day with the world of lawyers and contracts.

After dinner I will enter a very different world. It is a world I have no business entering whatsoever, and yet I will do so willingly, as will my partner.

Dido is still only thirteen. She is the youngest here. She looks sweet and young and virginal. Two out of the three ain't bad, I guess. We are alone in the bedroom. I am undressing her with care. It isn't a race. She is attending to me. I attend to her.

Slowly, all clothing is discarded. Slowly, we take our positions on the bed. Slowly, my fingers move over her body, taking notice of the contours of youth.

She is holding my member gently, and carefully stroking it.

I so want to kiss her. Am I too old for that to make any sense to her? Does she really want to be kissed by an old man?

My lips find hers and there is no recoil. There is searching. There is desire. There is passion.

I feel so lucky at this moment. I have no business being loved by anyone so young and vibrant. And yet, ... and yet I am.

I mount Dido. She accommodates me and I slide into the girl without any fuss. It is smooth all the way down. I hit bottom. I know it because I feel it. Dido winces a bit when it happens.

I back out a little and start fucking in earnest. Dido and I, fucking as if we were just another couple. We are not just like any other couple, but right now, that doesn't matter. She wants me inside her and it is where I intend to stay until completion.

I feel every inch of her pussy. The feeling is beyond erotic. It is hard to maintain and not lose it inside her. There will be more skilled lovers. There will be more energetic lovers. There will never be a more sweet, open, and completely exposed soul to me as Dido. I count myself lucky to have her, regardless of the reasons.

The sense of pure awe that she is truly mine flows from me and into her, hot, sticky and desired by her.

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The way forward...6