Logistics and Finances
I awaken to an empty condo. My watch tells me it is 7:45AM. How long have I slept? Ten hours? I feel rested. The bed is comfortable. An air conditioner is humming on a low setting.
Czaren has gone to school. There are two of the smallest fucking bananas I have ever seen on a plate. There is a paper bag with some rolls in it, a coffee cup and two packets of instant coffee with cream and sugar included.
I decide to shower and dress before I consume what is considered the breakfast. I miss my fried egg, potatoes and toast.
At a few minutes past nine there is a knock on the front door. I open it to come face to face with a quite beautiful woman. This is no girl. She smiles at me, with amusement I gather at my reaction to seeing her.
You are Sir Harvey?
Yes, and who are you?
Jenny, Sir. Ronald sends me to get you.
Ronald?
Yes, Sir. You ready?
I grab my phone, the keys and lock up the place, following Jenny out. I am expecting the Pajero. What I see is a small motorcycle and Jenny is walking toward it. This yours?
No. It belong to Ronald but, I use it.
She gets on and motions for me to get behind her. I get on but don't know where to put my hands. She reaches back, grabs my hands and puts them across her middle.
She is competent operating the thing. She is not dawdling but not racing either. We are riding for about fifteen minutes before we pull up to the house that was in the photo. So that is real. I'll be damned, it is even larger than I thought. It's a goddamned fucking mansion.
As we approach the house, Jenny hits the horn a few times. The gate is sliding open as we get close and we ride into the property without stopping. There sits the Pajero that I was in last night, a very large van, another motorcycle, and some type of utility vehicle.
As we pull up to a stop, I see movement on the side of the house. It looks like there are people working in the yard. All look to be women. I am pretty sure I see the one from last night. I think her name was Susan; not sure though. Things are a little scrambled for me.
I think I see but, no it can't be. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I turn away from the woman in the yard to see Ron coming out the front door, with a cup of what I guess is coffee in his hand.
He puts out his hand and says, Welcome to the Philippines.
OK, I saw him yesterday but, I guess he considers this the real greeting.
He looks the same and then again he doesn't. Ok, sure, he looks happier. Why wouldn't he be? I mean I saw this Susan yesterday. She can't be much more than a teenager. Jenny here, now she is all woman. Not that I don't enjoy Czaren. I sure as hell fucking did and will again, given the chance. But there isn't a damn thing wrong with this Jenny either. No, there is something else different with Ron. Maybe it'll come to me later.
Ron, this place is even bigger than the photo let on.
It's the height of the ceiling. It's higher than you expect and so when your brain makes it normal height, the rest of the house looks smaller.
Well, I'll be. I see what you mean. How high between the floors?
Four meters. It's close to fourteen feet.
OK makes sense.
Come on in. We have a pitcher of Calamansi juice in the fridge. I'll pour you a glass and give you the cook's tour.
A girl comes out. I guess she's a teenager but right now I am not sure of anything. I smile at her. Hi, I'm Harvey.
Good morning, Sir Harvey. I am Elvie.
Harv, Elvie runs things here. She is literally the second in command.
Not Jenny or Susan?
Nope. Oh, they are both important but they don't run this place. Elvie does. If I am not available, and you need something, ask for Elvie. And he turns to the girl. She whispers in his ear, gives him a peck on the cheek and is gone back into the house.
State secret?
No. She was passing on word from Czaren. I gather you made a very positive impression on my ward.
Your ward? Jesus, Ron. You need to explain that to me.
In a bit, in a bit. Come on in.
The floors are all huge porcelain tiles. Maybe two feet square. The place echoes inside.
How high is the ceiling in here?
These are about twelve foot from floor tile to ceiling. It allows the place to stay a little cooler. A German fella built it and had the bad luck to die last year. The widow had no way to keep it up. We got very lucky.
I get a tour of all three floors. I can't get over what he has here. It is amazing. And his three women, one younger than the next... What the fuck does a guy do with three women? Is he really doing one of the school girls? What's with that and what's with his 'ward?'
When we get back downstairs, he pours me a tall glass of the juice he had offered. It's citrus but, unlike lemon or lime. Hard to explain but it has a softer feel to it. It's good. We sit down at one end of an impossibly large dining room table.
Do you really have three girls? All three are yours? And they get along?
Well, yes and no.
Ah ha! OK what's the deal? Which one is really yours?
Oh, they all are. But there are not only three of them. There are thirteen of them.
Now I know you are fucking with me. Come on, what's the real story?
He picks up his cell phone, taps something out and puts it back down. How do you like Czaren?
Are you fucking kidding me? She is incredible. I can't believe it but I will never in my life have anything like that again.
Don't be so sure of that.
Huh?
Don't be so sure, Harv. ... Oh, Elvie. How many of you all live here?
Including me, thirteen.
See he is asking the wrong question. Excuse me, Ron, but allow me to be less polite. How many of the thirteen does this man fuck?
Elvie just looks at me like I am an idiot and says, Thirteen.
He fucks all of you?
Well, not every day, I mean who could? But yes.
No offense you two but, name them. Elvie gets a look on her face that I don't understand but, I guess Ron does, because he is laughing. She walks out of the room. I look at him with a question of what's going on and he just, amid laughter, indicates that I should wait.
Three minutes later I hear voices and water running in a room off what appears to be a kitchen. In walk seven women. I am pretty damned sure I know two of them and there is no fucking way he is plowing them. They form a line in front of Ron, Elvie in front, then Susan, and Jenny and then two I do not know but, then Aubrey and Sarah. Just what the fuck do they think they are going to pull on me?
Elvie squats down, pulls Ron's equipment from his pants, and with hand and mouth goes down on him in front of the others including his grand kid. What the fuck?
Elvie gets him hard, and calls for Susan to get into position. Susan pulls down her shorts and panties, and steps out of them, bends over the table with her ass sticking out. Ron, now out of his clothing, pushes his dick into Susan and gives her four thrusts, before backing off to allow Jenny, who is now naked as is possible to get, into the same position. He gives her four good pistons and backs off for a woman I do not know. He fucks her and the next one takes her place. Four more. But the next is Aubrey.
He isn't going to fuck... holy shit, he is! And she gets not four but many more. Shit I have known that girl since she was in diapers.
Last in the line is Sarah. Oh my fucking god, he isn't just giving her the once over. His fingers are playing with her clit and he is pounding her cunt hard. Elvie and Jenny each take a tit. And then, god help me, Aubrey climbs up onto the table, puts her pussy in front of Sarah's mouth and makes her mother eat her.
Ron fucks her until she cums. Then fucks her some more, until both she and he cum.
Ron pulls out and kisses each of them. Aubrey kneels before him and licks him clean before he redresses and sits down again. All the women are still here. He has the two I do not know introduce themselves. And then he asks each one except Elvie to tell me which of the school girls are theirs. Each does, including Sarah who mentions a 'Sissa.' So the Sissa, Czaren mentioned is Melissa!
But Ron is not done. He looks at me. Ask them if there is any of their daughters I do not fuck?
No Ron, you can't be... you are! You are fucking their daughters? Those are your thirteen?
Yes. Now Harv, what part of this do you not believe?
Ron you just fucked your daughter in front of me. That is beyond disturbed.
Maybe, but, I am having a problem with that one. You want to take her off my hands?
You can't be serious.
Can't I?
Sarah. Take Harv's cock out and give him head until he cums.
Sarah is naked. She comes over to me and pulls my pants down to my ankles, gets my dick in her hands and proceeds to take me all the way down. Oh fucking Jesus. Oh fucking god. How the hell? ... I can't hold it. I cum down Sarah's throat.
A minute later all the females other than Elvie are gone and both Ron and I are dressed again.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. Ron takes a long drink of the calamansi juice. Harv in six days you can return to the USA and to Nancy and remember this as a dream that for a brief moment came true; Or Harv, you can say fuck it to playing golf twice a week when it is warm enough and shoveling snow when it isn't, move here and live with Czaren and others you choose for the rest of your life. I promise you that Czaren wants to be yours for life. She has already told us that. There are more if you want them. You can have Sarah, if you want her, though I am not sure you would or should. These girls will make your life a paradise, or you can go home to that bitch you call your wife. It's your call and I have said my piece. If you need to know anything ask Elvie.
He gets up and leaves the room.
I look at Elvie. Why is he doing this for me?
He isn't Sir. He is doing it for Czaren and I think because he hates your wife. You are just the lucky guy in the middle.
He told you this?
Some. I know Ronald. He not tell me about Nancy. But I hear it in his voice now. So yes I know he hates her. But he really do this for Czaren. She needs a man and there is no one here for her.
Ron has 13, why not 14?
She not want sex with women, so she not fit with us here.
Is that your position, or Ron's?
There is no difference in our positions, ever. All except Sarah agree.
And Sarah is his problem?
Yes, she is our problem.
His and yours?
No, Sir, ours.
Why?
She forget who is boss here. She cause problems.
Yeh, the kid was always strong willed. I look at her. She is impossibly young for the authority she has. Elvie, how old are you?
Seventeen, Sir.
Why do you run the house?
I know what Sir Ronald wants. No questions, I do it. I am his. He know this. I never leave him. He know this.
What does he want from me?
He want you to be with Czaren. She need a good man. Ronald think you are a good man. If not, he not tell you to come. He want you to stay for Czaren.
I am married.
Yes, so where she now?
With our daughter and the grandkids.
How long she stay there?
Three months.
What you do when she gone?
Normally nothing.
How many times she do sex with you?
It's been a long time.
Who cook when she is gone?
Me.
Who wash?
Me.
Who clean the house?
Me.
Why you stay with her? Yes, OK, married it is for life, no choice. But why you stay? Czaren, she cook and clean and wash even though she go to school. If you want, there be others with you and she not complain. Why you stay with a woman who not care for you?
But what are the options? There are none. Elvie, I ask the same question but I don't think I have any way to leave. Where would I go? How? With what money?
You serious? I can ask you questions and you will answer?
Is she kidding? A seventeen-year-old has the answers? God bless, I will humor her.
Sure. Ask anything you want.
You own your home?
Yes.
You have a mortgage?
No, the house is paid for.
So you can sell it, right?
Yes... sure I guess so.
You get half? Ronald tells me about community property. This is that?
Yes... OK sure.
How much you think the house sells for?
Oh probably around three hundred thousand dollars. So before you ask, yes I would get one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
Wow, that over six million pesos. You have a pension? Ronald does but he say not all have. You have one?
Yes. I have a pension and social security.
Your wife have her own pension or she share your pension?
She has a pension.
Which is larger.
Hers.
Haha, same for Ron! He tell me that. This good.
You have saving?
Some.
Both your names?
Actually no. We have two accounts, one is hers and one is mine. It was from our company 401(k) plans. ... Elvie, that means accounts for retirement. We each have one.
How much you will have of monthly income between social security, pension and your retirement account?
Maybe six thousand dollars. I get $2,100 from SSA, I get 2,500 from the pension and about $1,600 from the 401(k).
Ha! That over a quarter million pesos a month! So what is the problem? You file for separation. You sell the house. She wants to live with your kids anyway, I think. So she get half of the house sale, you get half. You get your pension, social security and savings. You move here. There will be enough to get a home and you live like king here for the rest of your life.
You're serous? I think she is and if her math is right, I am a fool for not knowing it.
You want help finding a place to live? If you have many girls, you want to be outside of town. It is better that way. Jenny can help find it.
I think I better talk to Ron about it.
Why? I tell you the same as Ronald. No difference.
You sure?
Yes! You want a bet?
You want to bet? Really? What do you have in mind?
Hehe. Yes. Why not? If I am wrong, you go back to Nancy. If I am correct, you stay here.
You are that sure?
Of course, yes!
Well, I don't like the bet. I might stay or go but I don't want it because of the bet. I will bet you money.
No sorry. I not have money and I not bet Ronald's money. I will make you dinner if you win. You will take all of us out, if I win!
Well, that isn't exactly even but, OK.
Good, I call him to come and I will leave. You ask him.
You trust me?
Ronald trusts you, so of course I trust you.
She gets up and leaves. I have an empty glass in front of me and am waiting for a few minutes before Ron comes down stairs. What's up? Is there something Elvie could not do for you?
Ron she is a sweet kid but, how much can someone that old know?
Harv, never underestimate that girl. What's the problem?
How much will it cost me to get a nice place to live here?
Really nice?
Yes.
Five to six million pesos. That's about one hundred and forty thousand.
How much do I need in monthly income to 'live like a king.'
Depends on the number of girls you have. But assuming you aren't paying rent and own a car already, for two of you, maybe one hundred thousand pesos. ... for six of you, maybe one hundred and forty to sixty thousand pesos. In that neighborhood.
That's it?
Yeh. That's it.
Well, shit I guess I am taking your entire family out to dinner this week.
Oh, you lost the bet? Never bet against her, unless you want to lose. And for what it is worth, no one is tighter with my money than she is. Nothing gets past her.
Why do you hate Nancy?
You don't know?
I don't. But over lunch I learn exactly why. I had no idea. Well, now, I agree with Ron, fuck her. Screw filing for separation. It is time for a divorce. She's been shitty to me. More than shitty to my friends.