The Calm.

After supper, I retire to my rooms upstairs. I say rooms because there is the big bedroom with not only a bed and end tables, plus the small table with four chairs, plus two easy chairs, plus the bench at the end of the bed but also, attached to that, there is a walk-in closet that doubles as a dressing room with its own sliding mirror/door that provides access to a full European/American bathroom. On top of that, there is a sliding glass door that opens to a wrap-around balcony. I haven't made much use of the balcony but, maybe I should. There is a nice breeze tonight.

Still, the easy chair looks inviting and I settle down with my netbook to read some news sites. Karen has told me that I can download movies and watch them on this thing. I'm not sure how to do it but, she has promised to show me.

I am not expecting to see Elvie for at least another hour or maybe two. It's only seven now. The sun has been down for an hour and, though it is pitch dark outside, the evening is young. For Elvie, that means washing the kitchen completely clean. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, is allowed to be missed. An army sergeant is not as strict as is Elvie.

With all the activity of the day, a few hours catching up on events seems like just the thing to end the day. However, nothing, it would seem, is going to be easy this week. There is a very firm knock on the door and then it opens to admit one very pissed off pair of sisters.

They aren't saying a damned word. They are just standing there and staring at me.

What?

What you mean 'what?' You know what!

No, Susan, I do not. So tell me.

Why you tell the others to fight with us?

Who told you I did that?

You did!

No, I didn't. Now who told you that I did?

Silence. I wait. Nothing.

Once again, Susan, who told you I did that?

They not say you do it. But you must because you the only one who know!

Knows what?

That k'Ren try to get pregnant!

Oh. Actually, I told Elvie this morning. It was bothering me. I asked her opinion. We agreed that it was out of my control. There was nothing I could do to convince you to not do it. So, no, I am not the only one who knows. Maybe Elvie shared my unhappiness about this with the others. I don't know. However, I didn't. I certainly didn't ask that anyone fight with you. What are they fighting about? It's your decision. It doesn't affect them.

OK, I know I am lying about not knowing what Elvie has done but, there are times... However, I put her in the position of telling me I am correct, and lying herself, or telling me how it does affect them which shoots down her argument completely. She damn well knows it will affect everyone in the house. That she hadn't considered this before is a testament to the fact that she is twenty and not thirty-five. Now, she knows I know how it will affect them all. No words pass but, the understanding is there.

Susan plops down on the other easy chair, leaving Karen standing. How you think I can tell my sister she can't do this? She hate me if I say 'no.'

It is part of being the Ate that you have to say that sort of thing from time to time. Is this one of those times? Do you understand why others are upset?

Karen has tears cascading down her cheeks. Susan's head is hanging low. Very quietly, Susan answers, Yes, gets up, takes Karen's hand and exits the bedroom.

I have not made Elvie the heavy. I have made it clear that there was a way that all found out. I have not set anyone up for a reprisal. I have, hopefully – so long as I didn't already plant a seed – stopped something bad from happening.

I just sit and think about what has happened to my life this last couple of months. Two full months ago, I was in the States. I could kick back in my Barcalounger with a Bud and watch The Ohio State Buckeyes play the Fighting Illini. I could run down to the Home Depot and pick up a tube of white bath and tub silicone sealant. Hell, I could pick up a small packet of molly bolts from the hardware aisle, and a nice T-bone from the meat case in my local Kroger supermarket. That was my life before. All that is gone now.

I tried to find tub and tile white sealant here. They have clear but not white! OK, so I guess the San Miguel is better than Bud. But lady college volleyball? Really? There just isn't a damn piece of good beef to be found in this country. Nowhere, no how. And molly bolts, they don't know from Adam. Yeh, they've got potatoes but, not the big ass Idaho spuds I like. There ain't no sour cream here and there ain't no buttermilk. Even the butter tastes different.

So what I had is gone but, I lived alone. Girlfriends were, well, not easy to find, and not what I wanted when I found one. All I knew was work and that was ending. I was damned tired of shoveling snow, and the icy roads with salt were no better. And the T-bone? Well, how much longer did I think I would be able to afford them? The prices on beef were going sky high and my income was going to be headed downward.

Now I am living in a fucking mansion, like a fucking king. I have more damned beautiful fuckable females here than there were those mostly ugly checkers at the Kroger's at any one time. The weather is warm but good. The roads are shit but, there is no ice or snow. The fruits and vegetables are great, the pork is good, the chicken actually tastes better, the bakeries are great, and so, hell, sure as hell my life has been turned upside down but, it ain't as much complaining as it is reality shock. It's how the fuck did this happen this fast?

I pick up the netbook again and return to the so-called news of the day. It is boring. I check my email. There are three from folks in the States wanting to know how I am. Elvie helped me learn how to get the photos off my phone and onto the netbook. I have a few snaps of the house. I email back, showing them where I am living now. I send a snap of all the girls to an old buddy. Let the fucker cream his pants.

There is an email from one of my kids. I assure her that all is well. I am sure as hell not going to tell her I am plowing girls as young as her daughters. I do send her a snap of the house. Much of my life here, she just doesn't need to know about. It is eight in the evening now. It is seven in the morning where she is living outside Rochester, NY. She must be up and on her computer because I get a new email from her a few minutes later with a current snap of her family.

Elvie has walked in and we chat a bit. She wants to know who that is in the photo, so I explain about my daughter, Sarah, her husband, Frank, and their three kids, the two girls, Melissa and Aubrey, and the boy, Steven. She is studying them. I decide I will go to the can and take my shower.

Elvie is in bed when I reenter the bedroom but, wearing panties. It's a clear message that there is a panty-liner underneath and that she is having her period. That she didn't warn me off is a token of how much she just wants to be with me. I don't need to fuck every day. She knows it and I do too.

I get in with her and remember how I told her she was not what I was looking to have and hold here but, that she could stay as long as she 'belonged to me.' Well, she does belong to me and she will never leave, just as we agreed. But now I find I love her. More than anyone else here on a daily basis, she is the glue that makes my life work.

I decide I want to suck on her tits for a while but, Elvie wants to give me head, telling me I need to relax. This is her day to take care of me. Elvie is not an accomplished master in the art of fellatio. She is OK, but, no one has ever taught her any technique. Still, it is enjoyable and, if I am not climbing the walls with passion, I am enjoying the experience.

She is aware that I am not getting off and starts combining a hand job with the oral administrations. That is having an effect on me. She increases the pace and I am beginning to feel the pressure build. She starts humming cock and she strokes me and I do lose it in her mouth.

Elvie is smiling. Too bad your daughter can't see you now!

Ha, you are evil! What daughter wants to see her dad having sex with a girl who is as young as her daughter?

She would be proud that you are so macho¹!

I don't think so!

It is still early but, Elvie's breasts are sore. She says they get that way during her period. We spend the next hour just talking about the house and what needs to be done. She wants to start some landscaping. Ros wants to do this too and they are making plans.

She tells me Emelyn thinks that the kitchen is old style and needs to get re-imagined. Exactly what that means I have no idea but, it has something to do with something she saw on a TV program called Rated-K about a celebrity's kitchen.

Elvie is convinced that Susan is ready for lessons on the 220. Would I please move up the schedule on that?

We talk about the painting of the house. Jenny's cousin is coming tomorrow to discuss it. What colors would I like inside the house? When I tell her white paint she thinks I am kidding. No, I tell her I like white walls. Ok, it's my house, she announces but, I am weird. What about the outside? White? Really? Now she is convinced that I am beyond weird.

Eventually, the talking ends and sleep between two who have become friends comes gently, quietly and with the assurance of safety.

The morning brings a surprise. Elvie is sleeping in and I am up first. When I return to the bedroom, showered and dressed, Elvie is still in bed but, breakfast for three is on the table and there sits Ros.

Good morning!

Good morning, Ron.

I sit down at the table and Elvie goes into the bathroom. Your Elvie makes sure you are cared for correctly. That is being said as a tumbler is filled with fresh buko juice. There are scrambled eggs, hotdogs on a plate plus a bowl of rice for breakfast. There is also a thermal pot containing hot water as there are Nescafe packets on the tray. Ron, Susan better now?

I think so.

Good. What she and k'Ren going to do, that dangerous. We tell her not do it.

Yes, she told me. You did the right thing.

Thank you. We tell our girls, not be stupid like that.

Good.

We do more driving today? Yes?

Yeh, more today.

Good. What color we paint the house. Maybe yellow?

No, it will be white.

What? White? Why that? Why just white? You not like yellow?

Yellow is a nice color but I like white.

Bahala ka!² This white, it is for inside or outside? Which.

Both!

Buang ka³!

And that means?

Nothing.

No, Ros, what does it mean?

Nothing, ignore.

I finish my breakfast in quiet. I have obviously ticked Ros off. Either that, or she doesn't know what to say.

I am sitting there but, Ros can't clear the table, as Elvie has yet to eat. Elvie does emerge with a towel around her head, a robe on and a smile on her face.

Elvie, what does buang ka mean?

Who say that!?

Never mind, what does it mean?

It means you crazy fool. Buang is crazy fool. Ka is you.

I gather that Ros is terrified now. I start laughing. Elvie has no clue. I look at Ros, Yeh, I may be a crazy fool but, I want it white. OK?

Yes. Yes, OK. And I swear, she runs out of the room as if she is snake bit.

Elvie has now figured it out and is laughing too. I will tell her it is OK that she say that. You not mad at her. You are buang about this but it OK. Better to be buang about color and not about other things.

Elvie finishes her breakfast and cleans up, leaving me two packets for coffee, the thermal carafe and a coffee mug.

My netbook is still open from last night. There are five new emails waiting for me. The first I open is from the guy I sent a snap of me and the girls. We got all of us in it, because I set the timer on the Canon and ran back to get in the shot. Anyway the guy is claiming that this must be a set up. I am full of bullshit that these are my girls.

I email back,

Think what you wish. They all live with me and I am the only swinging dick on this property. Here's a second photo. Maybe you will like this one better. Don't ask about their ages, cause it ain't any part of your business.

This photo is one that has Karen and Pearl kissing my cheeks and the girls all showing some skin! I send it without anything else to say.

The guys I sent the snap of the house to, also can't believe it. One tells me there is no way I could afford a place like this. All three tell me I am full of shit. Each one gets the same answer.

Here's the address. Come visit and see for yourself. But leave your wife at home 'cause she ain't goin'a want to see the number of girls I got here. And by the way here's a snap of my girls. Don't ask about their ages, cause it ain't any part of your business.

Fuck'em. I send them the same wild photo.

The next two are from my daughter. I didn't answer her last email last night. I open the one sent first.

Dad, who is Elvie? Why does she have access to your computer? Who are all these people in the photo with you?

Shit, Elvie emailed Sarah! What the fuck did she send? I open up the second email.

Dad,

I am really confused. I saw the email on my iPhone and really couldn't see the photo very well. I also didn't see the rest of the message. Dad, this Elvie says you are a very special man and these women and girls are very lucky to be yours now. What does this mean?

Please Dad, I am worried. Are you OK?

I had better answer before Sarah calls out the Marines.

Sarah,

Yes, Elvie lives here and is my housekeeper. She was in my room last night to remove my dinner tray while I was in another room taking a shower before bed. I am very sorry she emailed you. She certainly should not have done that, even if she is happy to be here. I guess she just wanted to tell you that I am being well taken care of and that you don't have to worry.

One of the women in the photo is my girlfriend. I am sure you would like her but, I am too old to marry, so don't worry about that.

Three other women here also assist her. These women have children and they live with their mothers.

All is OK and they really do treat me like a king. My food is well prepared, the house is spotless, and my laundry is taken care of. I am really OK.

Don't worry.

And I send it. It is six in the afternoon there. I check my sent box and sure as shit there is the email Elvie sent. I open it up. It doesn't have the photo that I sent to the first guy the first time. That one was pretty tame. She sent the one that isn't tame.

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Chapter 21