The value of life
I am troubled by what Anabel and her relations may have done. But life is in many ways cheap here. People die unnatural deaths far too often in the Philippines. Life here is not, in that way, safe. It is a lesson some expats learn and take to heart, living long and happy lives, while others, well, shit does happen.
Earl's disappearance has raised few official eyebrows. His body has not been found. Those, with official positions, hypothesize that he left the country by a small boat or is traveling within the country and doesn't want to be found.
Word on the street is that he is dead. Evidently a few minutes after someone posted bail for him, he was released from jail, but was never seen once he left the jail. The bail was not insignificant, about ₱200,000. Since the guy is gone that bail will be forfeited. I gather the guy who posted it is screaming that dead men should be released from bail. The officials are saying, show us a body and we will return the bail. I suspect they are smiling when they say that. There isn't much chance that the body will ever be found. With all the concrete that gets poured here, I doubt that there is anything that will be dug up or wash ashore.
Shirlyn has been here for forty-five days. She eats in a bedroom. When she does appear, it is with a dark veil over her face. The powwows of the girlfriends and wives of expats continue, but the tone is more somber. Shirlyn has begun joining them when they meet. I overheard one of them saying that when her boyfriend threatened her, she told him to be careful or he might be the next Earl.
Clearly, the number of them who are in abusive relationships is very small. The rest of them have good situations. But there has been a disturbance in the force. An anger towards men who think they can, for whatever reason, strike out at their companions has been, at a minimum, heightened. Filipino men have long been abusive to their partners and, in recent years, there has been a push back against it, both legally and socially in the cities. However in the provinces, the Filipino on Filipina abuse continues relatively unabated.
The anger and hurt, these women feel so forcefully, is because they thought they would be 'safe' with their expat guys. That myth has been exposed as a fantasy. These women are coming to terms with the reality that they need to be a little more circumspect when sliding under a man's sheets, even when he is an expat. Of course, there are scores of young Filipinas who will not have been chastened by these events and who will fill the void. Life is cheap here.
In other news, Anabel knows that Sam2x has been giving me head. Grace told her. Grace then said to Anabel, You must not tell her mother! Oh good grief. Now it is clear that Kaysi will learn very soon and I had to deal with Anabel asking me, Just how young, do I think, is too young?
That was not a fun conversation. I had to pull Sam2x into the bedroom and have her recite: how this started, what I will not allow, and what she really wants. That being done, Anabel was a little less angry with me and a whole lot more confused. I fully understand the 'confused' part. In our world, girls that age are not supposed to be sexual creatures. Well, go tell that to Sam2x.
Kaysi is now showing her baby bump. As she knows I am the father, she is strutting around with some pride. At the same time, Kaysi's strong desire for sexual contact is lessening. She clearly loves me, but she seems to see me as a protector and provider, instead of her sexual partner. Anabel tells me that they are together a great deal sexually. I am processing that.
There is a possibility that Anabel is with child. We will learn soon enough. She is going to see the doctor in a few days. If she is, the only ones not pregnant will be those who are underage.
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Great news! Anabel is carrying. The doctor assures her things look good. There will not be an ectopic pregnancy. Things are progressing properly. I am with Anabel, when the doctor gives us the news. My wife starts crying and, like an idiot, I think it is from fear. I am trying to console her. She beats on my chest and screams, No! I was so afraid for so long! I can't believe that it will be OK now! I am so happy, Ray. We are going to have a baby, you and me!
No, actually, she is having the baby. I provided the sperm. It is all about Anabel from now on.
When we come home and tell all those assembled the good news, it becomes yet another excuse for a party. All the females in the expat connected community are here at the house, as is Anabel's family, and our immediate family, which has gotten quite large. Some of the expat guys are here too. I think we should wait a bit, to make sure things progress well for the next few months, but am overruled. There are three pigs, and tables upon tables of food. Over one hundred people come. Anabel is glowing.
A few guys tell me that a couple of the most difficult expats have left the country, following what seems to have happened to Earl. Most of the guys seem to think that, while they don't approve of what they think has happened, that Earl certainly had it coming to him. I keep my mouth shut. It is far too close to home for me.
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Shirlyn stays with us for three months, but I never see her face. She continues to wear a veil at all times. Last week she made the decision to return to the village in the province from which she comes. We put her on a bus yesterday. I am sad for her. No one deserves what Earl did to her. That she should have gotten out of that relationship far earlier is an opinion I keep to myself and do not share it with anyone.
For now there has been a real cessation of abuse, as reported by the women. Once again, there were never many of these gals, who were getting abused. Considering that we count Kaysi, Lailani and Shirlyn in their number, I doubt that there were even five more that we know about. There are hundreds of expats with female companions here, so the number is very small.
For the moment, there appears to be peace in the ranks. I have hopes that our time as a shelter to new females has come to an end. To the extent that I have a house of females who will never leave, our time as a shelter appears to extend indefinitely.
It was not what I ever wanted, but, if it had not happened, Anabel would not be pregnant. It took having the others here for me to learn why my wife was really on the pill. So I can't regret the others without wishing that Anabel was without child. I will never do that.
In the next seven months, there will be four babes born to these women. I will be a father to each, the consort to three women, and the husband to one.
There are four underage girls who, Anabel and I agree, need to have other men in their lives. Grace and Lailani are having a fit in this regard. Grace insists that, as I took the virginity of Mayari and Masaya, unless I am an evil man, they must stay with me. Lailani dances to her aunt's tune and so her insistence in this regard, is nothing more than a parroting of Grace. But as Grace is not to be ignored, Anabel and I will give it a bit more thought.
As to Miafe, Grace and Lailani say, the sisters insist on staying together from now on, period. Lailani reminds me that I am the only good man she has ever been with and she is not leaving. The matter, according to them, is not open for discussion. Anabel rolls her eyes. She brought this on and she isn't going to blame me. But you can see she knows she has to accept she is part of a harem now and not the 'Wife' she had been. In that way, I am sad for both of us. I valued our marriage. It was a good one and I never regretted being Anabel's husband, ever. But that marriage is gone. We are still husband and wife, but the very nature of what that means has been transformed by events. All of them emanating from when we accepted Kaysi and her children into our home as permanent members. And that brings me to Sam2x.
Sam2x is a different matter and Grace has no say in this. It is a point I make to Grace very clearly. I tell her to not interfere in the matter and she accepts my directive. Kaysi is now aware of the fellatio matter but also aware that her child's hymen remains intact.
For Sam2x, what we have is a child who is interested in sex, far too early. Kaysi wants her to find a nice expat and wants Anabel and me to assist in the process when she is old enough. The job is to keep the wheels on the car until she is 'old enough' without blowing through the hymen. I am anxious to keep her a virgin, but will the others in this house assist me, or sabotage me?
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We have a birthday coming up for Masaya. She is turning thirteen, tomorrow. Lailani tells Anabel that Masaya, has never had a birthday party. Never had a birthday cake. Never gotten a birthday present. In fact neither has Lailani, nor Grace, nor any of that clan.
Is it possible to be distressed by such a thing? I am, and so is Anabel. We set about learning all their birthdays. From now on, we will not miss them for lack of knowledge. Anabel orders a cake from Red Ribbon, and she shops for a new dress as a present. I provide some funds to Kaysi, who also purchases a present for the girl.
What I am not aware of until the next day is that Grace contacts Masaya's mom to say, we are having a party for her girl, and will she please come. I remember sucking on Masaya's mother's milk filled tit. That was something I have never done before, but guess I will have plenty of such opportunities going forward, given the four pregnant females in the house.
But just how Grace got word to the mother, Ivy, gets me wondering. I was told that Grace had no cell phone. I assumed that was true for all of them. Also, if Grace had no phone, why would she have known the cell numbers of others' even if they did have phones? Once again, I am getting the feeling I have been sandbagged.
There is another wrinkle. Another mother and child are coming. I remember fucking a little one that night and then taking the girl's mother in the ass. But I didn't see the ten-year-old, and her mother, the next day when the others were following me around. Well, those two, I am told, are also on their way. That requires I sit down with Anabel and take her through that entire night I spent on the floor of the hut.
Ten? You sure she was ten?
No, but that's what someone told me.
You know what's going to happen, right?
I think so.
You are the one who said, 'no more women.' I gather that does not mean no more children!
Ouch, Yeh, I know. Maybe, they won't stay.
Don't bet on it, Stud.
What's the phrase? 'No good deed goes unpunished'? Well, all I wanted to do was give a girl a birthday party. Fuck me... literally, fuck me.
The next day, two women and one child arrive mid-morning. They are dirty, tired and in ragged clothing. Lailani, Grace, and Miafe form a phalanx around them and herd them into the washroom. Miafe, Masaya and Mayari shuttle back and forth between the washroom to a bedroom, carrying things as needed. Kaysi and Anabel are busy cooking. I am either staying out of the way or hiding. You can choose whichever term you think best describes my behavior of being unobserved by our guests.
The party is set for late afternoon. And for hours, all are occupied. But at mid-afternoon the mothers and child are considered presentable. They are first brought to Anabel, who greets them, chats with the mom's, teases them about the sex they and their daughters have or had with me, and lets them know, she isn't freaking out about it. She queries Masaya's mom about why her breasts are still wet. Does she have a babe-in-arms? If so, where is the child? It turns out that Ivy has been the wet nurse for a couple of mothers who cannot nurse. These other gals have kept her 'wet' for ten years, between five children.
Friend are you in pain now? It has been at least a day since anyone has been nursing.
No, Madam, the pressure has been relieved. And while I am here, maybe your husband will help me more in that matter?
Ha! Hala1! Yes, I bet he will. Maybe he will do it again while he has his cock in your daughter! I gather, that's what happened before. Diba2?
Yes, Madam. You are correct. So you will allow this?
Yes, Friend, I will allow it, so long as you do not try to take my man from me.
Yes, Madam. I promise.
I am hearing all of this and am cringing a bit, while rolling my eyes at some of it. But what has me really going is that they are all speaking perfectly good Tagalog. I am convinced that I have been sold a bill of goods. They wanted me to get them out of that place; to gain real, meaningful, shelter. They did whatever it took to make sure it would happen for at least four of them. What this new group of females intend to do, remains a mystery, but it will not be a con that goes unnoticed.
About a half an hour later, they find me and I greet the mothers and the child again. The first time, being in the hut. Since I know what's up, I decide to tease Masaya's mom. After leaning in for a very chaste kiss, I open her blouse, telling her that her breasts need air and then take one in my mouth, sucking hard. Mmmm, that's good. Oh I guess they are unbalanced now! I better take some from the other side. And I do. Afterwards, I give her a good kiss and tell her that she had best be a good girl, or I'll fuck her in the ass. She asks, How bad do I have to be? I want that!
Next I pull the mother I fucked in the ass, into my arms. I know I fucked your ass, but I don't know your name. Before I fuck you again, you have to tell that to me.
In a nanosecond she blurts out, Mary! I am Mary.
Good and, Mary, seeing as how you put my cock in your daughters pussy, maybe you should tell me her name.
Sir, this is Inday.
Hello, Inday. Are you going to want me to fuck you again?
Yes, Sir.
Is that what you really want to do?
Yes, Sir.
Did your mother tell you to do that?
Yes, Sir, but I really want to do it.
How old are you, Inday?
Eleven, Sir.
When is your birthday?
It was last month, Sir.
I see. OK. Well, I am sure you are tired and you will have a long trip back tomorrow, so maybe you want to get some rest before the party.
Mary interrupts, No, Sir, we are not going back tomorrow.
How long will you all stay?
Bahala ka.3
I see. Did you bring all your possessions?
Sir?
Did you bring all you own?
Sir, there is little we have of any value. What we leave, we will not miss.
Where are your husbands?
Sir?
Are you married?
Oh, no, Sir.
Ivy, who is Masaya's father?
I do not know, Sir.
Mary, who is Inday's father?
I do not know, Sir.
Really?
Yes, Sir.
I see. Well, if you two are staying, or at least hoping to stay, you might as well assist Anabel and Kaysi in the kitchen! No one here may be tamad4!
And the two dash off in something close to fright. I hold on to Inday.
Damn, this is all I need. Ivy and Mary are cute enough, but I don't want more women in my life. I sure don't need another young one. I am not sure the young one really wants me as much as she has been coached by her mother to say that she wants me.
Inday, you may stay here, with your cousins, without having to have sex with me. Is that OK with you?
No! Sir, I come here because I belong to you. You are my first and I know it is you, so I belong to you.
If that is true, why does your mother not belong to someone else?
Sir?
Well, if you belong to the first man who takes you, then your mother should belong to the man who first took her.
Oh! I see. No, Sir. He is dead.
Truly?
Yes, Sir. He die when I am six.
That was your father?
Yes, I think so. I call him Tatay5.
OK... OK, you should go find your cousins.
And Inday scoots off. I think I got more truth from Inday than from Mary. But it is possible that Mary does not know who the father is, and was living with a guy who died five years ago. That still doesn't explain why the little one needs to belong to me other than I am a softer ride through life. This is more manipulation. I am not flattered by anything about it, other than they are convinced this is a good place, because Grace, Lailani, and possibly Miafe, have attested to their safety. My best guess is that after taking Mary in the ass, she had second thoughts about sending her daughter the next day. Now, I am their shelter.
It's real simple. You don't have to be an Adonis. You don't have to be wealthy in first world terms. Life here is cheap. You have to be a nice guy, but without too many scruples or hangups. I guess that's me, because I suspect I am going to be inside an eleven-year-old and her mother tonight.
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