The Ark
Copyright © 2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: These chapters are NOT stand-alones...The story starts here.
Birthday thoughts...14
I have rented a car. Once again it’s time for a road trip. This one promises to be shorter. We are headed over a bridge to the island of Samar and the town of Santa Rita. It’s only a little more than half an hour from Tacloban. This is where Ann says there’s a parcel of land for sale. It’s also where there’s a house she says we can rent.
Cincer is concerned that my white face will bump up the prices. If I like what I see, she wants to be the public face of the dickering and, in truth, since I can’t own the land anyway, she might as well do it. I think that, if I put the land in equal parts in all their names with non-severability, then my investment will be safe and I can build the house in my name on land in theirs.
I have discussed this with Cincer and she agrees that it protects me, though she is concerned about what might happen when I die. We talk about it a bit, and I think she is OK with it now.
Of course, we may well have the cart before the horse. The land may be unacceptable and the price may be too high.
It turns out to be a nice drive. Though Santa Rita is pretty rural, it’s close enough to Tacloban that the distance is no problem. You do have to cross a bridge between the islands, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem, either.
The land that Ann has told us about looks interesting. It’s mostly flat country covered with coconut trees, but the land in question has some small hills on it and it’s not far off AH26, the national highway. It’s a bit far back from the water, but nothing here is really that far from it. I guess it’s OK. For what it’s worth, I like it a lot more than the land Lillian has. It’ll require a purchase, but I won’t have to deal with Lillian and that ownership issue there.
I ask Ann to get a firm price. She texts the owner. He gives her a number which evidently she does not like. Without asking me she is texting back.
What are you doing? I need to know what he is asking!
Sir, I tell him, do not be stupid. The person I find have money. No need to find loan money. This will be cash and fast. I tell him to give me a good price or the person buy other place.
What other place?
Ann laughs. She is aware of another person who has land for sale. She doesn’t think the other place is as good as it’s farther away from Tacloban, but this guy needs to feel the pressure. Ann, at fifteen, is a first class saleswoman.
He comes back with a price she is willing to share with me. It turns out I can buy five hectares of land for twelve thousand dollars or what amounts to one thousand dollars per acre. Five hectares is more than twelve acres. I’ll have to wire some cash from my savings account and that means I need to get an account with a bank here, but I tell Ann to agree and set it up for a sale in twelve days’ time. And tell him, if he backs out or wants more I’ll not argue, I’ll just deal with the other guy.
Ann smiles and finalizes it, as much as is possible, for now.
Next we look at the house to rent. It’s a red roofed, two-story right on the highway. The concrete structure is not painted and it’s set back a bit from the street. Fancy it isn’t, but it’s about as big a place as there is in the hamlet.
It isn’t too close to Tacloban and I’m sure the gals would be unhappy, but as I’m promising vehicles, they are pacified.
Still, Bim asks more than once why I not get a place in Tacloban itself.
I am confused.
You mean instead of buying twelve hectares? Or as a temporary place while we build? Look as to long term, the bottom line is that the cost per square meter in the town is actually pretty high, (yes, land here is sold by the square meter), and I want to spread out a bit. As to temporary housing, it is best to be close to where we will be building.
These gals are used to tiny accommodations. I’m not. I don’t figure a little more than half an hour from the city by car is a big deal. It takes longer to get anywhere in Manila just a few blocks away.
It’s just that they have also never had their own vehicles. Rather, they have always depended on the public transportation of jeepneys, buses, vans, tricycles1 and pedicabs2. Public transport is not all that expensive and, in all truth, if you are in the city proper, far less expensive than having your own transport, but when it rains you will get wet. There’s the reality of limited ability to carry purchases back home, as well as the waiting for and flagging down a ride. The luxury of controlling your own destiny in these small ways is something they have never had reason to appreciate. It was outside of their economic reality.
We will be out of town but not too far; plus, we will have our own car. That second piece will have to wait until I return. So if I get this place, they will be mostly afoot until I return, unless… That has me hemming and hawing about renting this place. I haven’t explained my concerns and, Nelia is pushing to know why. I suspect Cincer and Bim would prefer to be in Tacloban until I return, for the very reason that I’m hesitating.
Why? You want to know why? You might as well ask Cincer and Bim! I won’t have a vehicle here until I return from the States and this is too far from Tacloban without that! That’s why.
Ira, you are wealthy! Why you not buy a motorcycle? That all we need I think.
First off, I had not considered a motorbike. Second, looking around, most of these bikes here have pretty small engines. Some are barely more than 100cc. But can they even operate a bike? Will Cincer and Bim think that is enough for them to compensate for being far from the city?
How much does a motorcycle cost?
Cincer is laughing.
Have I said something funny?
Ira, you are paying ten thousand pesos a night for the Villa, correct?
Yes.
So how many night we stay there?
Three or four I guess.
So three or four nights, that the cost of a motorcycle, maybe. Depending.
Oh.
See why I laugh?
Can you operate a bike?
Of course, yes!
So, if I get a couple of motorbikes, you will be OK with staying here?
You get two? Really?
Well, there will be five of you, so yes. I have seen three riding on a single bike, here. So, two bikes carries five, right?
You can afford this now?
Yes, if I can use my credit card.
Cincer and Ann handle the transaction related to renting the house, while I wait in the car. Two hours later we have a year’s lease and the keys to the place. I finally get a chance to look inside. It’s pretty iffy when it comes to the bathroom. That will need immediate remediation. We will need some beds. But, if we don’t stay at the villa for the last two days, the gals assure me I can afford the beds and the repairs to the bathroom plus have money left over. However, they point out, I should return the rental car right away, and get the bikes right now.
Ann knows a plumber. We agree to meet him in Tacloban in an hour. Miracles of miracles, we do. That would never happen in Kennewick.
The meeting place is at a store that sells plumbing fixtures. We need a new toilet, a new faucet for a sink and a small on-demand water-heater for the shower.
All the parts are purchased, and the plumber, owning his own tricycle, puts all the stuff in, and on the top of, it. Ann will travel back with him and get him into the house.
There are places all over Tacloban that sell motorcycles. I check with the front desk at the hotel for a reference to a reliable place and am given two names. While at the hotel, I let them know we will be checking out tomorrow. Our four days at the villa is reduced to two.
We find new Honda and Yamaha bikes with under 130cc engines for sale. Both models sell for under thirty-five thousand pesos. I buy two Hondas for a total cost in dollars of well under a thousand, four hundred.
I’m legal to ride a bike here for 90 days with my US license, but the gals aren’t legal. They tell me not to worry. It’ll be easy for each of them to get a student license and the salesman, selling us the bikes, tells me that the gals are right. As to licenses for the bikes, the bikes will get temporary tags. It seems the real plates will take a while.
The last thing we need to do is get some beds. I’m not sure how to deal with this but Cincer seems to know the answer. She asks the salesman at the bike shop for directions to Mandaue Foam.
Foam? Cincer?
You will see. Bim and me, we ride the bikes back to the hotel. You come with the car. Then we all go to Mandaue.
Nelia rides shotgun with me back to the hotel where we reassemble. Not trusting the directions Cincer got, as we are now coming from a different direction, I ask the front desk for the directions to this foam place. They seem to know about it, commenting that there’s nice stuff there. I get directions I can follow.
Mandaue Foam is actually a furniture store! Yes, they sell foam mattresses, and the product is supposed to be really good. It turns out that they also deliver and will set up a bed for a small additional price. I buy two king size beds and two foam mattresses.
We are asked to draw a map of where the house is and they have our cellphone numbers. I was a bit surprised about the request for a map, but am told this is how things are done, not just here, but all over the Philippines. The delivery will be tomorrow afternoon.
Lorie arrives tomorrow morning and the beds later the same day. It’s going to be another busy day.
And so, in the span of one day, we have an agreement on some land, a house to live in, vehicles purchased and beds bought. I’m done-in, both physically and emotionally. But tomorrow won’t be any less filled, as it includes my need to open a bank account and contact my bank in Kennewick, on top of Lorie’s arrival and the Mandaue delivery.
I’m sure there will be other things. Sheets, pillows, cooking pots and utensils. But in the coming days, I hope, it’ll all get sorted out. In the meantime, the rental car has been returned, Cincer takes a bike to get Ann from the Santa Rita house and I cool off in our pool. I might as well. This is the last night here and I haven’t tried it out yet.
Poor Lorie won’t even get but a few brief moments in this luxury place before we decamp to Santa Rita.
The next day is a whirlwind again. I do succeed in opening a bank account at PNB3. We pick up Lorie at the airport via motorcycle. Bim and Nelia go shopping for things that we absolutely need at the house by tonight.
With Ann’s guidance, and yes, I’m aware that fifteen-year-olds don’t normally have the sagacity that this one does, I’m guided to an attorney to work up the sale of the property. It is to my gals, who will each own a share of the undivided parcel, placed in escrow. The shares can only be redeemed from the escrow if a no-interest loan to me is repaid. So they own the land, but it carries a loan for the full cash price. There’s no due date on the loan, but the land cannot be sold unless the loan is paid off six months earlier than the proposed sale. It’s a legal sleight-of-hand that cures my problem of building on land I don’t own.
Tonight, I will call my bank.
I have to wait to go to bed tonight. Calling my bank in Kennewick means a late night here. They don’t open until 9AM and that makes it midnight local time.
The call isn’t cheap, but there’s no choice. The quality of the call via the cellphone is also not close to good, as the call drops twice before I can complete my business with the bank. But there was no choice about that.
I have the SWIFT code (PNBMPHMM) for the bank here and my account number. That plus my name on the account, as the bank here has it, is all the bank in the US needs to send the money. I’m told the cash will be here within three banking days. As a weekend falls in the middle, it’ll take up to five days. Still, that’s within the ten days we gave the seller of the property.
It was a hassle, but it is done and the money is on the way.
For what it’s worth, I suspect that there are no more depths to Ann that we will be plumbing other than locating a good electrician. While I need to find an architect, Ann doesn’t have that type of knowledge. Finding one will have to wait until I sell my house in the States. That can only happen once I get back there.
But my trip back won’t be right away. I’ll need to extend my visa. I gather I can do that in Tacloban and the extension is good for sixty days. As this is only my eleventh day in the Philippines, I don’t need to extend it just yet.
Once we move into the Santa Rita house (and the beds arrive there later today), I really just need to settle in with my gals for a bit. So far, it has been an exercise in figuring out what I’m doing here, figuring out who will be by my side, and where I’ll settle. All of it has happened with lightning speed, but it’s now done.
I have five gals. Three adults, one almost an adult and one not yet close to that. What they will do with their time beyond just being my gals is unknown to me and probably unknown to them.
In a way, Cincer will have the biggest adjustment unless she gets a bookkeeping job in Tacloban. She might do just that, though we haven’t discussed it.
The others didn’t have anything close to careers. Bim had a job, but it wasn’t exactly a career. Lorie helped at her mother’s sari-sari and nothing else. I guess we could run a sari-sari store but I really don’t want to. She said she was interested in going back to school, but I’m getting the sense that her interest may be cooling now. Nelia’s background remains undiscussed. It’s something I need to learn. And little Ann was a numbers runner. What she will do has yet to be determined.
One thing that becomes clear during the day is that until I get a car, SUV, or Pickup, we need one more bike. I suspect we will need another one anyway. There are six of us. We already have a situation today where we have a need for trips to places that can’t happen until one of the bikes returns. I put that on the list for tomorrow.
Tonight we will not eat at the Santa Rita house, but at a restaurant. We will sleep there, but cooking will have to wait a day.
The last time I shared a dinner meal with Lorie, her mother was pitching fits and freaking out. This time her mother is out of the picture and dinner is a quiet affair. Ann has decided that while Lorie is closer to her age, Nelia is more her type of gal. I can only wonder why.
Lorie has resumed her position next to me. She stays glued to my side at all times. She is right behind me on the bike as we ride back to the house. Bim hangs on behind Lorie. Cincer operates the other bike with Ann and then Nelia on the very back.
The evening’s doings, including sleeping arrangements, have not been organized by anyone. We’re just hanging out at the house, talking and relaxing. I think there’s some confusion as to what will happen as I announce I’m going to bed.
Immediately Lorie announces she will come with me and without a moment’s pause asks Bim to join us. Bim is surprised but jumps right up. I’m intrigued.
Intrigued or not, I need a shower and, thanks to the plumber, we have a working shower able to deliver hot water. Once I’m out of the bathroom, the gals go in and do whatever they need to do.
I find that the Mandaue foam mattress is pretty damned comfortable. But, as I’m finding common in the Philippines, the height of the bed frame it sits on is way too low, as are chairs, couches, tables. I’ll look for a way to get the bed higher, though I’m not sure how to do it. But it’s not an issue for tonight.
There’s a fan running, and I guess I’ll be OK with it. An air conditioner may need to be added to the list of things to get.
I’m in bed, but far from asleep, when Bim and Lorie join me. Bim snuggles in and says, I think you are in for a surprise.
Why?
Wait!
Bim gets a pillow and puts it high on the headboard before putting her back against it. Next, Lorie grabs another pillow and gets belly down with the pillow under her own hips. Her head is bobbing over Bim’s cunt.
Po, do me this way. OK?
So it wasn’t only the mother who wants to eat pussy, or maybe this is what Lorie thinks is standard fare in this house. I really don’t have a clue. All I know is that Bim thinks this is more than a little humorous and that Lorie’s cunt seems to be dripping with need.
I gather there’s no expectation of foreplay, and take my position before sliding into Lorie’s cunt. I’m not sure how to express my amazement as this incredibly young gal sticks her ass up and asks me to fuck her. That this should even be happening is the stuff of fantasy.
The sense of delight as my manhood sinks deep into the hot wet cavity defies my ability to express. I feel all sorts of things I probably shouldn’t feel. There is a feeling of possession, of owning her; a feeling of unchecked power; that I can have anything I want as I wear her body on my cock.
She must know that she might be now, or some other day soon enough become, pregnant. I haven’t been wearing a condom and she’s not on birth control. Still, she presents her ass and says fuck me knowing that. Where’s the difference between being a partner and being owned by your own need for security?
That thought is rattling around in my head as I stroke her cunt, over and over again, as she eats out Bim in a dedicated fashion. Bim is having orgasms. That much is clear. Lorie is having her own moments of that same sensation. I know it as her cunt clamps down hard, and my cock is showered with her fluids each time. I had not been really ramped up at the start, and so the fucking goes on and on.
Lorie gives up on eating Bim, much to Bim’s relief, as Bim can’t take much more of Lorie’s mouth and tongue. I keep on pounding Lorie. Bim slides down and takes one of Lorie’s tits in her mouth, biting on the nipple.
Lorie goes damned close to catatonic, and I, finally, cum deep in her.
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1 - Motorcycles in a steel cab. Three wheeled.
2 - Same as the tricycles but using bicycles instead of motorcycles.
3 - Philippine National Bank.
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