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

What it all entails...3

This has been a busy day. This has been one hell of a week.

Thursday the 23^rd I fly out of Logan.

Friday the evening of the 24^th I arrive in Manila.

Two nights in the Manila Hotel, but only one full day in Manila, I deal with some jetlag.

Sunday the 26^th I fly to GenSan

On that same day I collect Lyn and Jana.

Monday the 27^th I rent a house, and collect Mel and Lexi.

Tuesday, today, the 28^th, I buy a motorcycle, open a bank account, meet some expats, buy shit and all the rest.

Tomorrow, Wednesday, January 29^th, won't even make it a week. I haven't been gone a week yet and my life has been turned inside-out, in some ways no less completely than have the lives of these four girls.

My 21 day visa takes me through February 13^th. I need to fly out by then. I actually have a return ticket for the 12^th and will have to leave GenSan no later than the 11^th. So there are not even two more weeks before I am at the airport. In all probability I won't make it back again to GenSan before May or June.

So, for four or five months, these girls will have to hang in here and wait for me to return, without freaking out. Can they do that?

I have a lot to do when I get back to Dorchester. One question I need to resolve is what I want to do with my stuff before I lease out the house there.

I had been thinking I would put all my stuff in storage at least during a trial run of things overseas. But heated storage facilities no larger than 25x10 feet will cost me about $500 a month or $6,000 a year. I think I need more than that size for all my stuff. Maybe I should still do it, but if I am really staying here, and I think I am, why store things there? Why not bring it all here, or just sell it? Or, do a little of both... Sell and dispose of some of the stuff and maybe ship stuff in a 20 foot cargo container.

I have some nice stuff, things I have accumulated over the years. Even if there is no room for all the stuff I might bring, maybe I can store some the stuff, here in this house now, in one or two bedrooms we won't use, and make room for my stuff.

You know, I haven't had access to the Internet since I got here. I wonder if it is even possible to get it here. I have a DSL connection in Dorchester. Do they even have it here? ... Tomorrow. This is something for tomorrow, not now.

My head is filled with a jumble of things that need to be done, figured out, put in a to-do list. I know I am going to forget things, or at least forget them until it is past time to do the thing.

Everything is happening way too fucking fast. I have spent years, not just months, thinking about making something like this happen. I had all the time in the world, or so it seemed as I schemed and reasoned, built spreadsheets, researched economies, and ran scenarios. All done in an orderly way, slowly, cautiously.

And now?

Nothing is orderly, or slow — and caution? ... hell, that went out the window on Sunday afternoon. I don't even have a clue who I will lay with tonight, or with how many of them.

I was never a monk, living a celibate life. But, I sure as heck have never fucked as many females in such a short time, at any time in my life and, of that, I am sure. I am equally sure that, as much as I had fantasized about two girls at one time, I have never had that until Sunday. Now, for the love of Pete, I have doubled down on it in the span of two days.

There are only fourteen full and uninterrupted days between now and my departure. How should I fill them?

Damn, I have been inside my head way too long. Mel is still clinging to me. I think I have been stroking her back this entire time. Does she know my mind had slipped down a rabbit hole?

She doesn't seem to be aware that I was 'not here.'

Mel? Are you OK?

Why you say you not a nice man? Why? You the nicest man I ever meet. No one ever do what you do now. No one. If I let some man have me, he not do this. I sure this true.

Mel, tell me, what nice man takes four women?

Sir, my father, he not poor like me, but he not have much money, not like you, and he have two wives. Maybe it be three but my mother refuse to join the other wives, so I poor because my mother poor. Maybe it better if I with my father. Sir, what you do, it OK. It not Christian way, but we have old tradition here. We have other ways. This not wrong to me. See? You nice.

Never argue with a convert.

OK, I am nice to you. I will not be nice to others.

She giggles. That good. I like that.

Good, now if it is OK with you, I will get back to my rum. My beer having been depleted right along with the Pochero.

Oh! Oh! Sorry! Yes, of course.

But, as I sit down to the rum, Mel whisks the glass with the now-melted ice in some rum away and fixes me a new drink. I have always been a Jack Daniel's guy. I never cared for the taste of rum, but this rum is actually pretty good. It is very different from the Ron Rico and Bacardi I get in the States.

Mel tells me that the rum is preferred over beer when Filipinos get together at night. At under one hundred pesos for a liter compared with twenty-two pesos for what isn't even eleven ounces of beer (320ml), I can see why.

Sir, will you get drunk tonight?

No, Mel. Are you worried that I will?

No, Sir, not worried. Just want to know if we sleep with you and where you sleep. If you drunk, maybe the stairs will be hard. And some drunks we must leave alone.

You mean, when drunk they can get mean?

Yes, I mean that.

I see. No, I am not going to get drunk. I am not sure what the sleeping arrangements are tonight.

Oh, Lyn say we all with you. You not agree to that?

What Lyn says is fine. If Lyn says something, then you should believe it.

Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I will clean the dishes now. OK, Sir?

I smile. How in the world did so much power get invested in me that she needs to ask permission to leave my side and wash some dishes?

As she walks away, I take a few moments to appreciate her fine figure. Mel is a lovely girl. Damn, I am way too lucky.

I look over at Lyn, and note she is looking at me. She also gets a smile from me. She is something else. There will be five of us in my bed, at least, based on her decision. That's nuts, and I am not sure I would have ever suggested it. It will be interesting, however it works out.

Lyn carries a couple of serving dishes to the kitchen and comes over to me, sitting on a chair by my side.

Craig, see? I was right. If you have us, you will stay.

OK, but how did you know?

We see it. Men come. Sometime talk big. Look for sex and say they are leaving after that. But then even if they leave, many bring the girl back with them. Some stay.

Lyn takes hold of my glass of rum, takes a sip before putting it back down and continuing.

Not all, but the ones who not keep the girl, or not stay, they not like you. They mean and rude. I hear some of the men say, ones that stay, that we Filipinas are special. No other girls are like us. See, maybe that true.

I don't know about the 'no other girls' stuff. I think there might be girls somewhere else, but there are reasons why you are special. I don't think I understand all of those reasons, but I do think I understand a few. So, yes, you are special and you were right. Once we were together, I wasn't going to leave.

What I didn't say was that there may come a time when these Filipinas aren't so special. Nothing stays the same. Not a damned thing.

Lyn, why did you decide that all of you will be with me tonight?

You not want?

I didn't say that. I asked you, how you came to that decision.

I think, you have us. Why not be with us?

OK, thanks.

You want me to change this?

No, it is fine.

Craig, why you want us to have professions? You not have enough money in the future? You need us to support you? If yes, this is a good plan! We can do it.

I'll be damned. I was thinking that, as they got their degrees and entered into the professional world, they might decide they didn't need my largess.

No, she is thinking the opposite. She is envisioning there may come a time when they need to support me! She, the head of them all, is saying that my plan is good because it assures us, as a group, long term financial security even when I can't provide it. I never would have seen my decision being so interpreted. Never. Yes, it makes sense, if on their side, they are bonded to me. Are they?

Anything is possible, I guess, but I don't think I will run out of money. Of course, when I die, I do not know how much I will be able to leave each of you. So you having professions offers you financial safety.

You sick?

No.

Then no talk about dying. It bring evil spirits I think.

Once again, we have stepped out of Christian teaching and into something older and more deeply embedded in Lyn's view of the world. They may profess to be Roman Catholics, but there are other beliefs right there, even on the surface. No need to go digging.

Given that Lyn has these views of our life together, even should she be a civil engineer, do the other three see themselves as grafted to me? I suspect Mel does, but she is the only one who is educationally stuck, and therefore economically stuck with me.

Lexi... I suspect if Mel stays, Lexi may stay as well.

That leaves Jana. I have no idea about her. She wants to be an accountant. I would never have guessed that. Maybe she can run the books for Lyn's engineering practice. It's an odd thought and probably a silly one.

I have finished three fingers of rum. I am well and done for the evening. I am about to carry my glasses to the kitchen but Mel grabs them from my hands, gives me a brief kiss on my cheek before heading for the sink.

The two flights of stairs, each flight rising over thirteen feet for a total climb of over twenty-six feet, is probably good cardio exercise. I decide to take an early shower and then, with only shorts on, sit out on the balcony. No one from below can see what I am wearing, or not wearing, and many men here go shirtless at night.

I doubt anyone will even look up to see me. The shower is needed. I got fairly sweaty today with all the traveling about. It wasn't as hot as was Sunday afternoon, and I was pretty much either inside an air-conditioned building or traveling on the Yamaha all day. Still, I had plenty of opportunities to perspire.

The cool, but not cold, water feels good. Once done, I don't worry much about toweling off. Let the breeze outside take care of that. I pull on a pair of shorts without briefs and exit to the balcony and a chair, only to find I will not be alone.

Enjoying the evening, sweet Jana?

This is special. We are special now. All my life, I see wealthy Filipinas. I think, what that like? Never I think I be one. Never I think I sit on a balcony and look down on people. You make us special. I not have to worry about getting a job at the new KCC mall where maybe my job is put cans of sardines on shelves. Now maybe I will be an accountant. Ha! Maybe when I am an accountant, I am your accountant, Sir. You need an accountant?

Probably not, Jana, but the future is unknowable.

Yes, this must be true.

Sir, you not cold?

I have to laugh. It's a warm night and I was just thinking about saying that, 'It may be a bit warm tonight but it's great and I have the benefit, dear Jana, of being able to go shirtless. It is the benefit of being a man. Women must cover their breasts.' Evidently being without a top would amount to freezing to her.

No, Jana, I am not cold.

I am actually pretty comfortable.

Would you like more rum, Sir?

No, thank you.

Beer, water, coke?

Jana, I am fine. I don't need anything.

Sir, Lexi, her school is far from here. Will you take her in the morning?

Has she asked you to ask me?

No, she asked me to ask you for money for the tricycle. I know you be fine with that, no problem. But I think, maybe it nice if you take her.

Huh, yes, I can take her. ... Jana, do you know what the Internet is?

Of course yes. You like the games, Sir?

Excuse me?

There places here to play Internet games. It is a big thing. There talk maybe a new law about when school kids allowed into the Internet cafes to play the games.¹ I hear it a big problem with the school kids now. I not have the money to play. But it sound like fun I think.

It is possible to get Internet here in the house?

I not know. If yes, maybe very expensive, I think.

OK, I will dig into it tomorrow.

Craig, about the allowance. Maybe you give each some tomorrow. We have to pay for tricycles and buy things. I think it bad to ask for each thing.

Good point. I will do it in the morning.

Thank you.

I guess, I should say 'thank you' to you, Jana. You made good suggestions.

Maybe one more, Sir?

What is it?

I not want to get Lyn angry with me.

It's OK, what is it?

Sir, Lyn she say we all to be with you tonight.

Yes, I know.

That not a good idea.

And you have a better idea?

Sir, Craig... maybe just Lyn and Mel tonight. Me and Lexi tomorrow? I think Mel need you very much and Lyn, she also. Be with them. Me and Lexi, we OK tomorrow I think.

Have you spoken to Lexi?

You angry if I do?

No, I will not be angry. I just need to know.

Me and Lexi talk and agree to this. She think it right.

OK, I will tell Lyn that it is my idea.

Thank you again, Sir.

You are welcome, Jana, you are welcome.

For a good thirty minutes we sit in silence, just enjoying the night. Eventually, sounds from inside the bedroom end our time out here.

Lyn, Mel, and Lexi are in the bedroom when I enter from the balcony. Walking over to Lyn, I give her a heartfelt and prolonged kiss before breaking off and kissing Mel in much the same manner. Both girls, for reasons that have nothing to do with my looks, my magnetic personality, or my debonair style, seemingly melt in my arms as I kiss them.

Lyn, I appreciate your decision that all should be with me tonight, and maybe you are right, but I want to make a change. I have asked Jana if her feelings will be hurt with the change I am to make. She says she is OK with it. If someone else has hurt feelings, we will do it your way, but it is my preference that I am with just you and Mel tonight. Tomorrow night I will be with Jana and Lexi. That is if, Lexi, you are OK with the change in plans.

Before Lyn can answer, Lexi is ready and offers, Sir, I like this plan. It good for me.

OK, Lyn?

Yes, OK. Mel and me have you. Better for me I think.

OK with you, Mel?

Yes! Of course, but it not matter. If it what you want, it what we do.

Jana and Lexi are about to leave the room when I stop them.

Lexi, would you like me to take you to school tomorrow?

You want, Sir? It not needed. I can take tricycles.

I know, but I would like to see where your school is. Is it OK if we do that?

Yes, I like it.

Good. Also, tomorrow morning I will give each of you an allowance. If it is not enough, we can discuss what you need. Agreed?

All do agree before Jana and Lexi take their leave of us.

OK, you two, are we sleeping or fucking first?

Lyn laughs before saying, Why you talk like that?

I actually do not have a good reason to offer her. But here we are, two girls not even twenty years of age, and me. While I actually understand why this is happening, in so many other ways it makes no sense.

I have already showered tonight. Do either of you two want to shower now?

Mel has no need but Lyn does. As she exits the bedroom, while Mel and I are getting into bed, she pleads, Wait for me!

We won't be done when Lyn returns, but waiting is not on the menu.

Now on the bed, naked and under the sheets with Mel, I pull this young girl to me and enjoy for the third night running the pleasures of a teenage body more than willing to be mine.

The trim shape these girls are in has nothing to do with their going to the gym or being careful to watch their diet so as to not over eat. Here in 2003, you just don't see many fat Filipinos at all.

To be fat means you have money. These girls didn't, and most of the population of General Santos City is in the same condition. Sex freely given to a white foreigner may seem to the outsider, to the First Worlder, as little more than prostitution but, in each of their hearts, they honestly think, even at this moment, that they are 'good girls' and would be horrified if anyone might suggest anything other than that.

And so, as I pull Mel close to me, she comes willingly, joyfully. She playfully suggests that she is cold and I should warm her up. I caress her back, her flanks, her arms, and she wiggles while voicing a complaint.

Stop teasing! Do it!

The joy of savoring her delights will have to wait for another time. She wants me inside her and she wants that right now.

I don't need to put her on her back. She rolls that way and pulls me up onto her. This small, young teen is incredibly strong, but I am big, heavy and harder to move than she thought.

I do mount her and, in doing so, am rewarded by a smile from her. This is what she wanted. There can be no question about it. As my cock sinks deep into her cunt, it is she who seems happiest.

It's not that I don't want to be deep in her, I do. Oh, yes I do. I feel her heat. I feel her need. I feel her legs as they clamp around me. I experience the joy of knowing that this is a two way street. I am not taking from she who allows it to happen. I am sharing in this. And maybe, just maybe, it is she who thinks she is the one getting the better of the bargain.

If it is the case, I don't mind. I don't mind at all, feeling what I feel right now, so deep inside her and knowing I can be back here over and over again.

Her pert breasts poking up toward me. The small beads of perspiration on her lower lip, her hair, a black mess against the white of the pillowcase. The smell of her like nature's perfume.

I am not close to cumming, but I am hard and I have no desire to end this as I continue the rutting.

She has cum once or twice. I can't be sure. I am still not close. And then, I sense a change in her look. I think she is experiencing discomfort. I may well have fucked her raw. She looks over on the bed to Lyn, who has joined us and is being patient.

Mel needs a break. Her cunt just can't take much more. She didn't get sore yesterday, but yesterday I didn't ride her as long as I have today.

In porn stories the girls don't just want to stop because their pussy never gets irritated, but it happens in real life, and it is happening right now.

I back out of Mel, giving her a kiss as something of a consolation prize. As much as she is glad I am withdrawing, she also knows I have not cum, and that is troubling her. She says as much, mumbling about the lack of cum from me.

Lyn doesn't know that I haven't cum until I pull out of Mel and she sees my still stiff cock but, it doesn't take long for her to do the math as I move over to her, pull her into a proper missionary position, plunging my cock deep into her.

Now it is Lyn's face that lights up in true happiness. Two more, small, pert breasts point up at me. Two arms grab my arms and two legs encircle me.

No words pass between us. There is no verbal communication whatsoever. It is her passion meeting my passion. Her need for completion signaling me and a new, real need within me surging forward. A need to release what I have, now, and into Lyn.

When the cum hits her, she knows it. It shows in so many ways.

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