Something is in the oven.
There is nothing as sad, nor as weird as a pretty woman who wants in your bed and you, a man twenty years her senior, and no Adonis, is saying 'no.' I swear on my dear mother's grave, never did I expect to be in such a situation.
Elvie, on the other hand, is happy as might be this morning. If she might have felt sympathy for the woman, Jenny's assertion that it was her hope to oust Elvie from my bed, has made Jenny an enemy in young Elvie's eyes. The fact that I threw Jenny out is proof to Elvie that I meant what I told her earlier. The fact that she slept in my bed last night was topping on the cake. We didn't fuck again but, there was no need to. We snuggled until we both decided it was too hot for that much togetherness. Sleep came soon after.
This morning, following a breakfast of canned beef loaf sliced into medallions cooked and then cooked a bit more covered by scrambled egg, all over rice, and some Nescafe coffee, I decide it's time for another walk before it gets too hot outside. We are expecting the Cable TV service to be connected today, but Elvie is here, so my presence is not required. I pass the same stores as I did yesterday but, today the kids are all in school. There is more traffic on the road but, the kiddies are all gone from sight.
I am careful to avoid being run over. There are no sidewalks. Just dirt from edge to edge. There are no lanes and I suspect if there were, no driver would respect them. Driving or operating a motorcycle here means ad hoc and innovative path choices that defy any rational explanation. Mario go-cart is more predictable.
I see smiling faces. I see faces that just look out in curiosity, I see faces that do little to mask dislike or anger. The last of these are few in number but, they do exist.
The sky is clear this morning but, it rained most of the night and puddles abound in a chaotic manner as I weave my way down the streets. I am considering whether I should buy a car or a motorcycle.
The death rate for those on motorcycles is far too high but, I note that almost no one is wearing a helmet and most have flip-flops on their feet as they operate these bikes. Not only is no one wearing leathers, many have little on at all. So the mortality rate is partially from these choices. I have also noted that they seem to take it as a point of pride, not to look back at the traffic oncoming before they pull into that traffic. And then there is the fact that they pass on both sides, often at the same time some other cyclist is on the other side. If the vehicle in the middle has to make an adjustment, someone is going to get hurt.
I am thinking that if I avoid stupidity, I should be fine on a bike. If I need something more, later, so be it.
There up ahead is that bakery, where I got that squash pudding yesterday. I wonder what they have today.
As I step up to the counter under a small awning to protect both the patron and the baked goods from the sun, it takes a little bit of time before my glasses, that darken in the sun, lighten up enough for me to really see what is in front of me. There is a wide variety. I look up at the woman behind the counter to discover a slightly older version of the fourteen-year-old I met yesterday. I guess I look startled, as the woman asks if I am OK.
I think so. But may I ask you a personal question?
What is it?
How old are you?
Twenty.
Do you have a sister who is fourteen?
Ah yes. You see her yesterday maybe?
Yes. You look just like her. But you are not fourteen. That is why I looked surprised, I think.
I think yes. Sir, what your name?
Ron.
You married, Ron?
No.
You have a girlfriend now?
No. Are you single?
Yes.
What is your name?
Susan. You think I look nice?
Susan, I think you and k'Ren both look very nice. Do you live with your parents?
No, Sir Ron. Mother is dead. Father works in Bohol as a tricycle driver. k'Ren and me stay with our Tita. She works for the family that owns this store. We help here when she must go to the doctors because of her RA1.
Are you in school? College?
No, Sir.
When do you get off work today?
Whenever you want, I go with you. You want?
Maybe. Can we talk privately for a few minutes?
Wait a while, Sir. My Tita is on her way back now. She will be here soon.
OK, while I wait, tell me about these rolls….
I do get a lesson about choco rolls, cheese bread rolls, hopia, star bread, stone bread and other objects in her glass enclosed counter. I choose a hopia which has a mung bean and reduction of onion filling inside a flaky layered pastry shell. It's damned good.
Susan's aunt returns while I am consuming a hopia and Susan is assisting another customer. A few minutes later I hear from behind me, OK, Sir, we can go now, but I not know where it can be private.
Maybe we can just walk and talk. OK?
Yes, Sir Ron.
I take her in a direction away from the house. I don't want to end up there by accident.
Susan, I have moved here and will stay here forever. If you are looking for a man to take you to the USA or some other country, I am not the right person.
Oh, Sir. Truly? You will stay here?
Yeh.
If I am your girl, I not need to leave my sister alone to follow my guy?
That is correct.
Then I want to try to be your girlfriend.
I am sure you do. Susan, many girls your age might want to be my girlfriend. You understand that, correct?
Yes, Sir. I know this is true.
You will be a girlfriend for me for life, if your sister comes to live with me too. Do you think you would be OK with that?
My sister and me can live with you?
Yeh. Both of you.
I do not have to be separated from her?
Correct. Both of you become my girls.
You want k'Ren as a girlfriend?
Yeh... and you too. Both.
That evil! It wrong! It against God! She too young. Her head is shaking, her face is hardened but, we are still walking.
Yes, that may be true. But it is what I want. You and your sister will have a good life. I will pay for schooling, for both of you, if you want it. If both of you are good to me, we will be together for life.
It not right.
OK. Maybe, but, it is what I can offer you. What do you think your sister will say?
Maybe my sister agree but, she should not.
If she agrees, will you?
Why you require this, Sir Ron? This abnormal.
I do this because it is what I truly want. If she agrees, will you?
If she wants college, you pay for it?
Yeh.
May I work? You take my money for the house?
You may work. Anything you earn is yours. But I will try to give you a child.
You also get my sister pregnant?
Not until she is at least eighteen.
Where you live?
I have a small place now in the Quezon subdivision but, I'm looking for a larger place now.
You drink.
Yeh, some. Not to get drunk.
You have temper?
No.
No have disease maybe?
No. I am healthy.
Truly?
Yeh. If your sister says yes, what will you do?
You really be good to me?
Yeh.
I will talk to my sister when she comes home today.
If you ask her before supper, the two of you can have supper with me tonight?
So you need me to cook?
Ha! No. I have a maid. Elvie will do the cooking for us.
If I come to you, we have a maid?
Yeh.
O... M... G... OK I ask her. I go back to the bakery now. I forget! I need to put something in the oven.
I walk her back and continue on my way to the little house.
You have a good walk?
Yeh, I think so.
Good. The cable installer say he will be right back. He needs something from the office. What you have in the bag?
Oh, I forgot. I bought hopia for you.
You buy this for me?
Yeh, I had mine at the store.
Yes, yes, OK, but, you buy for me? Wow. Nice. Thank you! You like this hopia?
Yeh. Sure do. Elvie, I don't know if we will need it but, make sure we have food for four, including you, tonight.
Who?
Later, if I know they are coming. Maybe no one.
By the time the installer returns, the hopia is just a memory. I have just about drained the battery on my phone playing a sliding block puzzle game, and I have abandoned the interior of the house for the terrace due to the heat.
I am not sure what the deal is but this guy seems determined to spend the rest of the afternoon completing an install that should have been done long ago. I ask him what the problem is but, it is clear he has no English. Elvie asks him at my request but, the answer from him only produces a shrug from her once given. Elvie either doesn't have the English to translate what he has said, or the answer is meaningless. Anyway he is still working at it when I see movement right outside the gate. It is far too early for Susan and I doubt she could find me that easily. The mystery is resolved when Jenny's head pops around the gate.
May I come in?
Yeh, Jenny, come through.
She is in a dress today, and is carrying an umbrella. She has a bit more make-up on and I think I smell a little perfume on her.
Why did you come back?
I think about what you say yesterday. You are right. Right about me and what I trying to do. More right then I want admit to myself. You see the part of me I try to hide but, it not hide from you. You see all. You see that I am evil in what I try to do. You not angry with me, you just see this and see that I am a fool. I get angry and not think. I not think about what I want and what I need to do to have it. I try to control you and make you do what I want. This is wrong. Very wrong. It is me must change. Not you. You try to show me that. I do what you want now.
This is not the best time.
Yes, I see that.
Stay until he leaves.
OK.
I am not sure what to do. Jenny has no place in my plans. I am damned sure not going to take in two teenaged boys. Maybe some guy might enjoy that but, it sure ain't me. No offense or anything but gotta tell it like it is.
About twenty minutes later our cable installer from hell announces it's all well and good. We can watch TV. A few minutes, later he climbs into his little mini-truck and rolls away at a very deliberate pace.
As I watch him drive away, both girls are on the terrace. Our terrace is behind a concrete block wall and cannot be seen from the street. It is shaded by a roof that extends out from the house. There is a long bamboo and rattan couch (no cushions) and a couple of chairs on it. The floor is smooth ceramic tile.
Elvie, I want you to do something for me.
What you want?
Undress here on the couch. Jenny will try to give you an orgasm with her mouth. If she is successful, she will get naked and you will do the same to her. Understand?
Eyebrows go up and her leggings are pulled down. I have seen this type of action in porn videos but, never in real life. Elvie starts out a little stiff and uncomfortable but, willing. As Jenny proceeds with her lingual attack, Elvie is visually relaxing and showing signs of enjoyment. Jenny starts out terrified but committed. As time passes, and Elvie is encouraging her, Jenny also relaxes and exhibits a determination to reach the goal.
In truth I can't see much, Jenny's hair falls around her head and masks the activities below. Elvie is not noisy during sex. I suspect Jenny's jaw is giving out. In an effort to bring Elvie off she brings her hand up onto Elvie's clit and manually plays with it while maintaining her assault with her tongue. The technique works and Elvie is having an orgasm.
Jenny is old enough to be Elvie's mother. I don't think that point has been missed by any of us. So it is a bit of role reversal when Elvie gets up – naked as you please and orders Jenny to strip and get her ass down on the couch.
The fact that Elvie is naked on the terrace is one matter. Jenny getting naked out here seems to be quite another. Jenny is about to have a meltdown. Elvie is having none of it. I gather in her mind, this is her house and Jenny is an interloper. Jenny damn sure better do as Elvie tells her to do.
Eventually, Jenny sheds that lovely dress, sexy bra and panties. I sit down on the couch and put Jenny's head on my thigh as Elvie leans in to her quim sandwich. If Elvie had qualms about such a thing before, none seem to exist now. She is shaking her head, with what I can only guess is a tongue firmly over a clit. She hums a tune. She inserts a finger into her victim's pussy. She keeps after it until the sauce for one goose is served to the other. Jenny has her own orgasm.
When both are good and done, I pull them to either side of me on the couch still naked, kissing Elvie first, I tell her she has been a perfect helper. I am proud and pleased with her. I whisper, listen to what I say next.
I turn to Jenny and kiss her good and hard. Jenny, in all honesty, you are not someone I was looking for. I am not going to have two teenage boys living with me. It just isn't going to happen. She starts to panic. However, you are now mine and you may not leave me, except to go back to your boys if you must. So where your boys live is up to you. Just not with me. Further, Jenny, I may be entertaining others tonight and if I do, your presence here will not be allowed. You are not banned from here, except possibly tonight. Do you understand?
Ronald, my boys are old enough to live on their own. The older one is old enough to take care of his younger brother. It is OK. I can live with you without them. Who you have coming? I make my decision too late?
No, Jenny, it would not have mattered when you made your decision. I was looking for something very different. Elvie will accept you but, you must accept me and what I want. If you do, just like Elvie, you will be here forever. There is one big rule extra. You must protect and be good to Elvie. You hurt her and do wrong by her and that is the end of it. Clear?
Yes, Ronald very clear. Elvie, you have nothing to fear from me ever again. From now on I am your Ate2.
Friend, there is one difference. I run this house, not you. I am the maid and this is my house to run.
Well, that produces a confused look from Jenny and what I gather is an unspoken request for an explanation.
Jenny, Elvie is my maid. She is mine and will do as I say. She is not a girlfriend. She has no say in my choice of companions. She is my, what I think you call, alalay3 and she gets paid a salary. On top of that, any home I live in, is under her supervision. You on the other hand are a girlfriend. You can work, or do whatever you want, with the exception that the only bed you are allowed in is mine or another in my house. Clear?
Very.
My cell phone vibrates and a text appears.
What time supper.
You coming?
Not sure yet. What time?
You need a little extra time?
Yes, please.
OK, 7PM.
Good. Chat later.
And the text volleys end. Elvie looks at me. They coming?
Unclear but supper will be at 7 tonight.
Jenny gives me a very hard look. Ronald, if Elvie is not what you want and I am not you want, what you want? Tell us. We yours anyway. Elvie, you know this?
No, Ate, he not tell me.
Ronald? What you want? It not just many, because if it many, I fit in.
Well, Elvie may learn in a couple of hours anyway. Yes, OK, I believe you are committed to me now. I am looking for either a mother plus daughter or sister-sister, with the younger one being very young. Tonight it may be two sisters, twenty and fourteen. They know why I have invited them. They are making the decision right now. It is up to them to choose to come or to say no, 'not for us.'
Who they?
Jenny, you don't need to know that unless they join me.
Ronald, you really take the fourteen-year-old?
Yeh, and I would have taken her if she was a bit younger. So leave it alone.
You really want the older sister? She come so you can have the younger one?
No, I want them both. ... Elvie, now do you understand why I want a bigger house?
Eyebrows go up quickly.
Am I going to have problems with you, Elvie?
No, no problem. If it what you want, if they want, it not a problem.
You two go in, shower and get dressed.
1 - Rheumatoid Arthritis. (This seems to be an auto immune disease that affects a larger segment of the Philippine population than it does the world population in general.)
2 - Older sister or trusted older female friend. [Pronounced: ah-TEH].
3 - Helper or assistant. [Pronounced: ah-LAH-lie].