Plug me in, turn me on

Susan is not the most coordinated of us. She is terrified of falling off the bicycle. I tell the rest, who are all here assembled and watching, to get their asses inside the house. Their presence isn't making it any easier for Susan as she tries to conquer her fear.

That includes you Jenny! Scoot. And I follow her inside.

Half an hour later, Susan enters, all smiles. It's easy! I stopped being afraid and then it was easy!

Uh-huh. That's the secret. It's the fear that is the problem, not the bicycle. Practice tomorrow morning and each morning for five more days and we will start with the 220. In two weeks, you will be able to ride to the bakery on your own.

I get eyebrows from Susan and a kiss on the cheek. Thank you for sending them inside.

Jenny looks at me. Why five more days?

Tomorrow she will have to conquer her fear all over again. And the same for the next day or two. Give it a week.

This is a school day and so our younger contingent are long gone. Elvie gets Ros and Emelyn going on the last of the rooms that need a really good deep cleaning. Elvie is starting a vegetable garden out back and she is busy there in the cooler morning weather. It is too hot in the afternoon to work in it later.

The van sits empty at the moment. Jenny is asking why we don't use it to shuttle the kids to and from school. It is a fine idea but, I don't want to be out there driving it in the early morning, every morning. I am the only one with anything resembling a driver's license. Jenny knows motorcycles but has no license. The others don't even know as much as Jenny.

For now we compromise. The kids will take the jeepney in the morning, and I will get them in the afternoon. The other part of the compromise is that I have to teach two of them how to drive. Elvie is a year too young as she is not a student. Susan doesn't want to learn as she is busy enough with the bicycle and then the motorcycle. Jenny says she will take a pass on it for now.

Elvie has brought me a list of electrical outlets that don't seem to work. The list indicates the room and the number of outlets. Inside the rooms, the bad outlets are tagged with a piece of paper taped over the outlet. I have rigged up a pigtail tester with a plastic version of a simple ceramic light socket, two wires and a CFL bulb. It's the poor man's test kit.

There are eighteen outlets on her list. This is hardly good news. My testing shows good current at the outlets on fourteen of them but, in each case, the outlet unit itself has sloppy sockets. Replacing those is clearly on the list.

On the four where I do not find power, I pull the outlet out of the wall and discover that the stranded THHN wire they use here has come off the posts on three of these cheap ass pieces of Chinese made crap. I know we used to use stranded wire in the past in the US but, it has been a while since I have seen any except for lamp cord. The outlets have only two sockets. They look like outlets in the US prior to the mid 1950's. The spades in plugs here are small, short, and identical. There isn't the clearance for the wide spade we see on two wire US plugs. The two wires that run in the wall for the - and + side of the sockets are covered with the same color insulation. As is obvious, there is neither a ground, nor a way to differentiate hot from neutral.

The last outlet's wires carry no power at all. I take that outlet and attach it to an outlet that needed replacing and it works fine. I go back and look at the wires. They come out of and are buried in the concrete. Allow me to cuss silently at this point. My best guess (one which I confirm later) is that this is how things are done here.

OK I can't easily see where the wire goes but, maybe I can figure it out another way. Let's start with the breaker panel. Nothing is labeled. That seems to me like the best place to start. Using the five females that are here, I spread them out and turn on everything we can find. I will flip a breaker off and see what dies. In less than an hour the panel is documented and I have a clue as to which breaker is responsible for the area where we have no current on the wire.

I am stumped for a good hour before I notice that an air conditioner on the second floor appears to have been added later. I disconnect it from its socket, pull the socket out of the wall and whad'ya know... someone has clipped wires to add the unit here. The aircon is a .75HP unit and pulls about 560Watts. Assuming 230V service¹, it is pulling about 2.5A on a 30A breaker. I don't see a problem. I splice the wires together and guess what? The wires in the other room are live. I use one of the defective outlets in the utility box where wires finally emerge, until I can get the replacement outlets. All just in time for lunch.

This afternoon I have a list of faucets that need attention. Electrician in the morning, plumber in the afternoon. ... At night? Huh, best not go there.

By mid-afternoon I have come to the conclusion that we just need to start replacing faucets. The ones here aren't worth saving. I guess it comes with buying an older home. I need a new pump for the well, just as we suspected. I decide it is time to go to town. I can get the outlets, maybe a few faucets and see about a guy to pull the old pump and tell me what we have down there.

Theoretically I can do this alone but, in reality, I need Jenny with me. I need an Ilonggo speaker on my side. There is a large store, modeled after Lowes or Home Depot in the USA but, about a third the size. I will be able to get the outlets and maybe the faucets there. They also sell water well pumps but, I need to pull the one I have now to know what I can put back down the hole.

The outlets cost me ₱95 ($2.08) each. I need fourteen of them. It is ₱1,330 (or under $30 as I see it). The faucets are a different story. I settle on units that cost about ₱440 each (under $10). I need five of them. Plus I need two that are a bit more expensive. However I get out of the store for less than $120.

While in the store, I ask for a reference to a guy to pull the pump. It comes as no surprise that the guy I ask has a cousin who does that. I not only get a cellphone number but, the guy meets me just outside the store. Yeh, so I am not trusting how good this guy is. He wasn't working today. So he's not exactly in demand. However, Jenny points out that there isn't much construction happening here and so all the drillers might be sitting on their collective asses.

The guy will be there in the morning with three helpers. It is ₱1250 per day labor for all four of them, (a little over $27/day). The driller is making ₱500/day and the helpers get ₱250/day. The driller says, if all goes OK, they will have it fixed in two days.

We are done with the social chit-chat with the guy just in time to pick up our school girls. As Jenny is in the van, when the girls take their seats, not a word is said of the Social Worker, Judith. It has just been another average day.

They are being very good and there is not one slip of the tongue through dinner. For the second time in two days, Pearl asks, Who are you with tonight?

I turn to Jonalyn. Will you join me tonight?

There is a chorus of, 'Hala!' from the others at the table. Jonalyn puts down her spoon, straightens her back, squares her shoulders towards me and says, clearly as you please, Thank you, Sir. Yes. Please.

Good. Get your homework done first. If you will be later than 9PM please just advise me of that.

Yes, of course. Sir, I have no homework tonight, and if I did, Joriz would do it for me. I will be in your room at 9PM.

There is a concept called Filipino time. It is not different from the ethnic and cultural variations of the thing that exist all over the world. When making an appointment out of the house, it is essentially the rule. You are not late unless you are more than one or two hours late, depending on how far you have to travel to get to the destination.

But when the girls are asked to be in my room by 9PM, there is no Filipino time. They arrive as requested. Tonight, Jonalyn arrives with what is becoming the official robe of the acolytes. It makes me smile.

Ah, Jonalyn. Nothing in the world means more to me tonight than being with you. Come, just sit on the bed and let's talk for a bit.

Jonalyn smiles. My mother told me that you would make me feel good, special and beautiful. She said that you would mean it. She right. I walk in. I am scared. You take my fear and toss it out the window. It does not belong here, between me and you. You say this simple thing and I know, Ha! I am safe.

Yes, both of us are safe here.

I think this is true. I not know why but, yes, it is true. You will give my mother a baby?

I will try.

Good. I want that. Sir, k'Ren says Joriz and me will have sex with you together. That true?

Yeh. Does it scare you? Or maybe it excites you?

Both? I think maybe both. I not know enough yet.

Yeh, that makes sense. ... Jonalyn, please take my shirt off. And she does as I have asked her. Run your hand over my shoulders, my neck and my chest. I am patient as she does as asked. Her hands glide over me.

Sweet Jonalyn, now honestly ask yourself. Think 'Am I sure that this is the man who I want to be mine? Is this the man I want to spend my days with? Is he too old for me? Is he too ugly?' Think hard, Jonalyn, Think, 'Is this the man I want to take my virginity? I can only give it once and then it belongs forever to the man who takes it. Am I sure?'

Sir, are you trying to get rid of me?

No, Jonalyn. I want you for ever and ever. But if this is a mistake in your heart, it will only bring pain to both of us. I want you. I want you to give me your precious gift of your virginity tonight. I want to know you are truly mine. ... You and your sister are special. Twins are special in this world. They share within their bodies their other body. The body of their twin. For you and your sister to be my loves will make my heart happy. But Jonalyn, more important to me is that you be sure.

Sir, I am sure.

Show me what is under your robe. She nods, stands straight once more and sheds the robe as if it were water cascading off her back. It lies at her feet as if an adornment of gay colored flowers around a child bride standing in a meadow.

Exquisite. She is simply exquisite. Please remove my slacks and boxers.

She steps forward, with a grace beyond her years, lowers herself in front of me so that my belt is at forehead level and completes the task assigned. I extend a hand. She takes it, arising, putting her arms around me as I put mine around her.

Our lips are close but not touching. I can feel her breath on me. I tilt my head to her and she completes the act. We kiss. I am happy. And, silly as it surely sounds, I am incredulous that she wants this, seemingly, as much as I do.

The kiss ends briefly and then, after what might be a moment of reflection, resumes with an intensity that, without comment, announces that this is the right thing to be doing. Her body cleaves to mine. She is on the balls of her feet and her toes as we hold and possess each other. Sex has little to do with this, though sex is most assuredly on the way. This is a bonding. This is heart, not libido. If there was no sex following it, for me right now that would be fine. I am not 'being patient' until I can ravish her. I am drinking her in. Absorbing her through the pores of my skin.

This crazy loving lasts so long that Jonalyn starts to giggle. Sir, I think maybe you love me more than want to have sex with me! It's OK I love you. You not worry about that. OK? It OK we have sex now. I know you love me. But Sir, you do what we do, with Joriz, she will be very confused. She want the sex first and then the love. That is the way she is.

Holding hands, we move onto the bed. I fondle her breasts, gently suck a nipple. Her hand goes to my cock and strokes it, more with curiosity than with conviction. My fingers glide up over her clit, gently separating her labia and looking for evidence of moisture. There is some but, not enough. I get my head between her thighs and go about eating her cunt out.

She is quietly giving me encouragement. This slow impact lovemaking gets her ready but not crazy with desire, initially. I start to finger her ass and suck her clit into my mouth and the slow impact ends as her nails dig into the back of my neck and she bucks for the ceiling.

I don't stop. There is no reason to stop. She is getting off and that is a very good thing. But finally, my jaw has taken all the abuse it can stand. I had planned to put her on top and let her break her own cherry. But the plan changes. I keep her where she is, move up on her and, as she is coming down from the last cum, I push in, hard.

The pain and the pleasure mix with the memory of ecstasy of the last cum to drive her into another cum, the pain of the shattering of her hymen lost in the sensations washing over her.

She is going nuts and I have just started. I take her to the top again and again, feeling her cunt muscles dance on my cock. Over and over again.

She is fucked ragged now, unable to control her muscles. I feel my cum pushing out and bathing her cunt. In the future she will need birth control but, this time, I want her to feel everything and to feel what being a vulnerable woman means; loving, being loved, and knowing that your lover's seed can plant a child inside you.

Jonalyn's eyes are open but her view of the world is indistinct. All she knows is that a desire and hunger has been awakened inside her she had never known and will now never forget.

We lie together for ten minutes, breathing, sweating, calming down.

Ron, every girl is different, di ba?

Yeh. That's really true.

Do you do the same thing with every girl?

No, that doesn't work.

So it like a dance? And each dance partner dances a different way?

Exactly.

So if you pay attention to your partner, it becomes special, no matter how many partners there are?

That is a very smart observation. You are right.

So no one makes love like we do?

No one.

Good. Now I know why I want to be with you when you are with Joriz and others.

Why?

To see the differences. Yes, that will be good. I want to see how you make love with my mother, with Jenny, with Elvie, with k'Ren, and with Pearl! That one will be very interesting I think. ... Oh, I forgot! We didn't tell you about Miss Judith!

Yeh, I forgot about that too. What happened?

Ron, it just like you say yesterday. We not know if we will have her or run away but, you are right about her. And you know what Pearl say and do?

No, but, I gather I am about to hear.

Yes! She – oh I have to explain first. We be touching her this morning like you say. Each of us a little. First time she pull away. Next time, not as much. Third time she not do that anymore. We keep on doing that all morning. Normally we not see her much. But she keeps on being around and so we keep on touching. Then she starts touching back! Just a little at first. But more in the afternoon. That when Pearl say to her, 'I dream of you and me together.' And Pearl kisses her on the lips! Then Pearl run away before Miss Judith can do anything. We not see her again for the rest of the day!

Jesus, it was supposed to go slowly over many days.

I know but she wants it too much. Maybe she there next day. Maybe she runs away.

Or maybe she kills herself! Jonalyn, what Pearl did was a very dangerous thing.

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Chapter 17