Happy Trails to you.
It looks like Harvey is getting settled. He has been back from Manila for two weeks. He FedEx'ed the document from Manila before he got on the plane to return. I gather it got there quickly.
But rather than wait to get the document, John drew up the paperwork and as soon as Harvey told John the document was notarized and sent, he filed the divorce papers in court, and FedEx'ed the summons to Iowa for a processes server to present it to Nancy. The service evidently happened the day that John actually was handed the notarized form by FedEx.
So Nancy knows that she is being divorced but not where her husband is. John told Harvey that he got a call from Nancy's attorney, and they are working out the division of property. It seems like Harvey missed a few things. Nancy's 401(k) and pension are far better than is his. She has been sending large checks every month to her two daughters.
The imbalance in retirement funds and pensions became a topic of conversation between the attorneys. The decision was that Harvey gets seventy-five percent on the sale of the house and each keeps their retirements and pensions without offsets.
The other piece of news that Harvey has gotten is that the house is worth more than what he figured by at least fifty grand. So rather than see one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, he will likely see something north of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That is better than eleven million pesos. Harvey is going to have a very comfortable life here.
The girls and he moved into his new place last week. We haven't seen them since they moved. School is out for the 'summer' here and so the kids are not socializing each day as they had during the school year.
Here, things proceed with a stability I have hoped for but had eluded me until recently. Judith is no longer my concern. The activities at the orphanage are her concern and none of my own.
The confusion we kicked up with trying to get Judith out of our hair, by involving Czaren has resolved finally and nicely to the relationship with Harvey.
The nightmare that Elvie stirred up with the email to Sarah, has been resolved. Not in a way I would have preferred but it is resolved. The only sticking point is that my ex is royally pissed with me as her daughter and grandkids told her to fuck off and leave them the hell alone. The ex blames me and she is at least partially right in that. Sarah's ex wants visitation but the girls are old enough to tell him to fuck off and they have. There's nothing he can do either. So neither of the "ex's" know I am plowing Sarah and her girls. They just know that they are shut out of the lives of the three of them.
I had hoped that Aubrey and Melissa would get a good education and lead professional lives. That is not going to happen. Aubrey is going to get pregnant if she isn't already and will be a mom, without a college education. 'Sissa,' well, maybe we will get her a college education here. We will see.
Sarah, my daughter with a doctorate in education is a fuck buddy. I have no idea if she will ever use her expensive degree here. Maybe she will.
But things are remarkably stable. I love my life and I love these gals, though there are far too many of them.
There is no more excitement here. Nothing to tell. Oh, at some point later this year we will have two births and maybe more pregnancies. There will be birthdays. But that is the normal course of life. My life may be abnormal but, it is now on a stable bearing. I could give a nightly count of who I fucked and how we did it. But what's the point of that?
This was my adventure and I did it. My gals are all here. We will not add any others. I hope we don't lose any. The house is big one and between the gardens and the care of the house itself the gals are busy. The school girls are enjoying the summer, swimming in our pool, which miracles of miracles does hold water, and visiting with girlfriends. But school will start again and they will resume the rhythm of their youth. This is a strange home but, it is a stable one. I have no more stories to tell.
I wonder how Harvey is doing. I suspect his adventure is still unfolding. It's odd I guess. Mine started when I read those stories. Harvey's started because my family and the concerns around it needed some extra help.
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I blame Ron for all of this. I could be back in Rochester, sitting in my house alone, while the wife, who barely tolerates me, is gone once again visiting one of our daughters. Yep, I could still be there. In my 'normal' life, being quietly miserable.
It's Ron's fault that I am a law breaking sexual predator living with three underage girls in the Philippines, in a mansion I could never have afforded in Rochester. Yeh, it is all his fault. It is.
I know now where he even got the idea to come here. I have been reading that author he pointed me to a little more than two months ago. That guy must be one sick dude.
The only problem is, is that I am now just another really sick dude too. Hell, Ron isn't screwing an eleven-year-old. But I am.
I haven't seen Ron for a while. There is no reason to and I have been busy. We moved in here two months ago. Last week I had to go back to Manila with all my documents to file for the SRRV visa. I got it and that piece of bureaucratic hoo-hah is over. The girls are out of school for the year and have been tackling the house but, just as Czaren told me, it is too much for them.
She and I have been talking about the options. I'm not sure I know how to proceed yet. She has suggested getting two more girls her age but, I just don't think that is going to work. Besides, unless we poach from the Orphanage, children come attached to parents. I spoke to Judith but there are no logical girls to add from her facility.
I spoke with Jenny last week. She stopped over just to say hi. But Jenny doesn't have any ideas.
Yeh, it is a problem. No one knows who, and how many more females, I will be fucking so that this house is well staffed. Insane, right? It is nuts, and I know it is nuts, and yet that is exactly what we are dealing with. This whole damned thing is beyond crazy.
Yet, I am living it. In the very next room is a little girl who should still have a few dolls hidden away that she really likes but, is getting just a bit too old to play with. Instead in the next room, that very girl is my lover and has been practicing her technique in giving me head.
Yeh, it's nuts.
But you know what's even more nuts? Chamille's teacher, Miss Cruz, is coming for dinner tonight. The woman claims she wants to thank me for providing the girl with what she needed more than anything else; a home where she could freely speak the language which, for her, is her mother tongue, English! To this teacher, the claim is, I am a blessing sent by God. I am not swallowing that for a New York minute. This gal will be snooping.
And so, tonight, my girls have to be the little innocents which they definitely are not. I think this dinner is a very big mistake but, Czaren told me it would be a massive mistake if we didn't do it. A check via phone with Elvie confirmed it.
I ask Elvie if she reports calls such as mine to Ron. She laughs and asks why he needs to know? I tell him what he needs to know. He doesn't need to know what you are doing! Ron was so right. Elvie runs that place. He doesn't.
The girls have been cooking for three days perfecting their dishes for tonight's meal.
We are four hours from the moment the teacher is set to arrive and Chamille comes to me holding her cell phone out for me. I look at her and ask, What is this about?
Read it!
It's in English. Miss Cruz is bringing one of Ahna's teachers, a Miss Arroyo. Good fucking grief. On a technical level, I couldn't give a shit. There will be plenty of food. There are enough chairs, just barely. The table sits six. But why is she bringing someone? Do they think they need to chaperone one another? I don't get it. Still, I can't back out.
I ask Ahna just what Arroyo teaches. The answer is, oh please don't laugh, English. So I guess I need to brush up my Shakespeare. I should start quoting him now. Yes, I should brush up my Shakespeare if Arroyo I want to wow.
There is one thing I don't need to ask the girls. I know the house is immaculate. There is nothing I need to do before they come. I decide to look at that website from that weird ass writer. He posted last week that he would be posting a new story soon. I wonder if he has.
There is a knock on my door. I look up from my reading, Jesus, I have been reading for four hours! Czaren has come to get me. Our guests have arrived.
I shut down my notebook and leave the room. I am not looking forward to meeting two biddies who want to check on the welfare of their students.
Biddies these two are not. Hot babes? Yeh, that works. Neither can be twenty-five. That doesn't mean that they are not snoops but, they are hard to ignore. Damn. I wish my teachers had looked so good. Still, I have to get control of this, so here goes.
Welcome. May I inquire, which one of you is Miss Cruz?
That would be me, Sir. Says the babe in the little orange dress.
And that makes you, Miss Arroyo?
Yes, Sir, says she in the little red dress.
Ladies you are welcome here tonight. I am not sure why you have come but, we are happy to have you here. I am sure your students are honored that you have chosen to visit them.
Sir, says Cruz, we are very happy to see our students. And we are stunned and pleased by how nicely they keep your house. These are very good girls. They have been good students and sweet to have in our classes. But to be honest, Sir, Miss Arroyo and I come to meet you.
See? I knew it. Sure, I didn't expect them to be so forthright about it but, still, they are snooping. OK, let's see what I have to do to get rid of them. We need to get through the meal fast.
Well, this sounds serious. Why don't we sit? I know the girls have worked hard to make your meal here a good one. Allow them to start and we can talk further.
What can they do but agree. We seat them. The lumpia and bbq pork skewers are served along with dipping sauces. Bottles of Sprite with straws inserted are set before each of them. All this is basic and pro forma. It is exactly what would happen in any home here at the start of a formal supper.
Now, Miss Cruz, you were saying you came to meet me? Why?
You are unmarried, Sir?
I am separated and soon to be divorced. The court will not complete the work for close to another thirty days.
But then you are single again?
Yes. Your point?
Sir, you have no wife to assist you in the care of these girls. It must be very hard for you.
Miss Cruz, these girls have not had a mother or father for many years. They have developed habits of self-sufficiency that is a sad fact of life but allows me great ease in parenting them. They need very little parenting. They need safety and the assurance of stability. I provide both and they provide me with the happiest life I could possibly have. They are angels. ... I do not want to remarry. These three do not need a mother though they would accept a mother. What they need, I have provided. Ask them. I will leave the room if you need that.
Sir, do you not require female companionship?
Miss Cruz, allow me to be a bit confused. If you are proposing that I need a woman in my bed, why are both of you here? Surely the normal approach would be for only one of you to make such a suggestion. And please understand that these girls have seen much in their short lives. This conversation will not shock their ears.
Arroyo seems to have hit the 'bullshit' button. She is not going to dance around anymore. She has listened to Cruz, and me, make polite if a little awkward conversation. Arroyo is a different bird.
Sir Harvey. You are a friend of Sir Ron? The Sir Ron who lives with thirteen females of various ages?
Yes. I am acquainted with the man.
Ha! You are a friend of his. Please, Sir, allow us to not dance where a simple walk will do fine.
OK, Miss, your point?
You need us and we need you. You need us to make this look OK to outsiders. We need you because, well we just do. Our lives are not normal either.
Define 'not normal' Arroyo.
Jovita and me are lovers. But we both want a man. That 'not normal' enough?
It's interesting but, my girls are absolutely unwilling to engage in lesbian relations. One found herself in one such relationship with an adult woman and she was removed from it at her insistence. There is no way they would welcome your affections.
Sir, if I might call you Harvey, my name is Jejemie. Jovita and me, we don't want sex with your girls. They are yours and we understand that. We will not interfere. We will be mothers to them. That is all.
Cruz is shitting bricks. This is way too explicit for her. Arroyo, is the tough one. She is willing to go toe to toe with me. It's a classic relationship in some ways and it doesn't bother me. Still, I am not at all sure I am comfortable with where it is going.
Please explain your statement that they are mine, and that you will not interfere.
You have sexual relations with these girls. You do it with their complete approval. No one is being forced. But it is happening. It will continue to happen if we live here. We will also want your love, but not when you are with them. If we are with you, they will not be. We will not touch them.
Let me make it clear, Miss Jejemie. I am not admitting the truth of your allegations. How do you propose to make me believe you? How do you propose to prove that it is safe to have you here?
I don't know.
OK, well, I don't know either, so let's enjoy the meal, and put this conversation to rest.
Cruz is beyond a little freaked out. She says, Yes, that is a very good idea.
The girls retreat to the kitchen and return with the main dishes and plenty of rice. The meal is progressing quietly. Cruz and Arroyo compliment the girls on their cooking skill. But things are stilted at best.
As dessert, Ahna brings out the Leche Flan. Small plates and clean spoons are passed out. Czaren puts a bottle of sweet red wine on the table with glasses for the teachers and me. She is not asking. She is pouring. When she gets done with the last of the three, she puts the bottle on the table maybe a little more firmly than might be expected. I know how you can prove it to us. Do you want to prove it? Or were you trying to catch us in a confession?
Right then and there Cruz drains that fucking glass of sweet Carlo Rossi red wine. She just looks at Czaren as if she had just seen a flower turn into a snake. She doesn't know Czaren. She thought she did but, nah-uh. I know this Czaren. This is the one who threatened to slit the throats of two girls if they fucked with me. Ahna and Chamille are not surprised. The two are sitting with smiles on their faces. They know Czaren has a plan.
Arroyo, cocks her head to one side, twirls the wine in her glass around, half smiles and looks right at Czaren. You, little one, are your Uncle's girl. You would cut us up in little pieces if we tried to hurt Harvey, wouldn't you?
Czaren smiles back. The pieces would be so small an ant could carry them away.
You love him that much?
More.
What do we have to do to make you sure?
Get down on the floor and do each other. And do each other good. I will take many photos. Then I know you will not hurt us.
Arroyo looks at me. This will satisfy you?
If the other two think it is OK, I will agree. It has to be unanimous.
You don't tell them?
I do not. We talk. We listen and then we decide. Chamille, OK with you?
Yes.
Ahna?
Yes.
Then it is unanimous for us. But we haven't heard from Miss Jovita.
I said Ok was OK with us.
No Jejemie. If you join this house you do it under our rules. Not yours. You are used to being in control. That cannot happen here. All of us need to hear from Miss Jovita.
Cruz looks at Chamille. Mille, this true? If you said no, even if they all say yes, then it is no?
Miss Cruz, it not that way exactly. No one tell me what to do. They try to tell me I not allowed to do something but I want, so I do. But when we make a decision like this, yes. It must be unanimous.
Sir Harvey, is this why you say they are not parented?
Yes. I protect them. I don't make decisions for them. Life robbed them of their childhood before I met them.
Have they seen lesbian sex?
Czaren has but ask them. I don't know. We never discussed it.
So Czaren was the one who needed removal?
Yes.
I will do it in front of you and Czaren. If the others have seen such sex before, they can stay. Otherwise, I think they should not be in the room.
I turn first to Czaren, Does that meet with your approval?
It's OK.
Girls, are you staying or going upstairs while this happens?
Chamille answers evidently for both. We have seen it many times. Nothing new. You use eggplant or fingers? If eggplant, there is some in the kitchen.
Jejemie Arroyo is having a hard time not laughing. Jovita Cruz is just a little stunned. No one in my family is surprised. This really is how we roll.
We don't need the eggplant, Mille. Thank you for asking. Sir Harvey, might we use a bed?
Of course.