The New World Order

Monday evening was coming to a close. The girls had yet to hear who would lie with Joshua for the night. Joshua had said nothing, and seemed distracted. The girls looked from one to another, not knowing exactly what to do. Arlin, who had had a year of taking on the mantle of responsibility, took charge.

Joshua!

Huh?

Janna gets you tonight. OK?

Yes, right.

And so it was. The arrangement of power between the girls had shifted. Arlin was now Ate in Mary’s absence. As Arlin had promoted Janna into Joshua’s bed for the night, Janna, who might have complained, had no reason to do so. If Janna was not complaining, then Ricca would not complain. Mhitze was accustomed to Arlin being her Ate ,so there was no issue there.

And Joshua?

Well, Joshua was a bit adrift at the moment. It was a conundrum. In some ways, these Filipinas were his, almost as chattel. He didn’t ‘own’ them, but the economics of the situation and the access to ‘liberty,’ to food, shelter and a future, amounted to the same thing. They were his. In other ways, these were smart, strong-willed females who were quite capable of running things. And that included making decisions for him. So long as he was comfortable with the results of those decisions, they would take on more and more of the decision-making.

There were plenty of beds in the house, but Arlin, Mhitze and Ricca were all together in Mary’s bed and all were asleep. The apartment was quiet when Joshua turned off the lights and entered his bedroom. There, also asleep, was Janna. Joshua took a quick shower and, as quietly as possible, got onto the bed and under the sheets. It is doubtful if any of that mattered. Janna was a sound sleeper and there was probably no chance of awakening the girl. On this night, it mattered little to Janna that there should be lovemaking. What mattered was that she was in Joshua’s bed, and no one else but Joshua would be in that bed with her. Knowing that, sleep had found her willing and peaceful.

Joshua also was not lusting for a sexual encounter. He was pleased with his companion, and settled into a calm and untroubled restful night.

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Morning was another issue entirely. It was a school-day morning. Janna was not going to miss school. She also wasn’t going to lose any opportunity to share love with Joshua, but she had been far too tired the previous night. Joshua had not followed her directly into the bedroom, so Janna had set the alarm clock for 45 minutes before she needed to get up for school.

Joshua heard an alarm in his sleep. His dream-soaked mind put him immediately back home in the USA. The alarm was the one which had gone off every weekday morning, that he had yet to reprogram, to leave him in peace. In that dream-soaked brain he was alone in his stateside bed. In his dream, he was reaching to turn it off when it seemed to stop, and then he felt a hand on his Evinrude¹ and lips nibbling his ear. He had a woody as he lay in his dream state. As his conscious mind snapped into place, crossing over 10,000 statute miles and crossing thirteen time zones, his woody hardened into a truncheon.

He rolled Janna onto her back, spreading her legs, in that process raising the back of her calves onto his shoulders. He centered his cock on her damp cunt and plunged in.

It was what Janna wanted. She wanted to feel his desire for her, not his concern for her. She didn’t want proof that he could be kind. She wanted to feel his raw desire for her. That was what she was getting. Nothing less than elemental, carnal desire was being expressed as they grunted their way onward. Janna’s first orgasm came and went in a cloud of need and urgent demand for more, more! Joshua’s cock repeatedly worked its way into and back out of Janna’s tight cunt. It was like a fist being pushed through an extra small sock; spreading the fabric and then, as fast, relinquishing the space as it collapsed back, and then ramming through and spreading again! The stimulation was overwhelming to Janna as her second and third orgasms overtook her. Her body was now in a state of rolling orgasms. One was indistinguishable from the next. Her cunt muscles spasmed around Joshua’s engorged member.

Joshua's cock was being clamped onto while, at the same time, Janna’s hot pussy juices were flowing over his member. The combination of the hot liquid hitting his clamped dick was too much to ignore. In one final thrust to the very bottom, as he hit bottom, Joshua also let loose with a massive amount of cum.

As the hot cum hit the very deepest recesses of her cunt, Janna screamed, bucked, clawed and cried.

Now, with each ramming of Joshua’s cock into her cunt, more cum flowed. Janna was well taken. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to acknowledge. Joshua had taken his Janna. Janna knew she was truly desired. That was all either of them needed to know. All was right in the universe.

Showers followed, and the two schoolgirls launched off to school just like any other morning.

Joshua’s coffee was brewed and a mango consumed, along with a slice of the cassava cake that had been purchased yesterday.

Arlin and Mhitze spent the morning and most of the afternoon cleaning the apartment. The kitchen was to be not just clean, but antiseptic clean. The bathroom was washed with a thoroughness and intensity that would shame any homemaker in the USA. There was not an inch of the floor, toilet, shower or walls of the bathroom that was not washed, scrubbed and cleansed. The floors in the whole apartment were mopped and buffed. Cabinets were cleaned with damp cloths and then restocked. All the previously worn clothing was washed and hung to dry. The bed sheets were changed with fresh linen and the previous sheets were laundered as well. Next came the ironing of all the clothing, as it dried sufficiently.

While the girls were busy with their activities, Joshua spent the morning deleting spam, reading and answering a few emails. He tried to catch up with doings in the USA via CNN.com and a few other news portals. He needed another book. Maybe he would get one later today or tomorrow. The trip to Manila was in a few days. He had hoped that Ana Fe and he would have a few days back together before they flew there, but he had not heard from her today and wondered where she was.

Around noon, Joshua was called to the kitchen. Arlin had stopped cleaning for long enough to make him some lunch. As he sat down to eggs and ampalaya with onion and garlic, Arlin informed him that ampalaya was good for ‘high blood.’ There was, of course, white rice on the plate as well. It was a simple meal, but a tasty one. The girls were not eating. Only he was getting a lunch. When he asked Arlin why they were not eating, she looked at him and, in a dismissive way, informed him that they must not get fat. He would not like it if they got fat. That, evidently, was that. Arlin had effectively told him that he was an idiot and that they were not going to screw things up for such trifles as eating when they were possibly hungry.

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Ana Fe and Mary awoke in a hotel of a type that Joshua would never have considered as acceptable. It was fine by Ana Fe’s way of seeing things and it had the benefit of being far more affordable. Ana Fe and Mary were not going to be profligate with Joshua’s money. They could and would account for every peso that had been spent.

They quickly washed up and found a canteen a few doors down from the hotel where they purchased a plate each of chicken and rice. Now well fortified, they found a tricycle that would take them to the airport. It was lucky that the airline on which they were to fly had Cebu as the hub. Their flight home would be direct. However, as this was a small island, there were only two flights a day out. After purchasing their tickets with a ‘go lite’ fare, meaning no bags to be checked, they settled down for a four-hour wait. A few minutes were occupied by texting between Ana Fe and Janna as the child was on her way to school. In the process, Janna gave her mother Arlin’s cell number.

Joshua had seen to it, during the weekend shopping trip, that both girls had gotten older Nokia cell phones and ‘load’ which allowed texting between the girls. Now Ana Fe would text Arlin directly.

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Arlin’s cell phone buzzed quietly as Joshua was pouring his first cup of coffee that morning. The text message was in Cebuano.

Good morning daughter.

Good morning Po.

No, just call me mother from now on.

Yes mother.

Good! Now, do not say anything to your father, but we are headed home today. I want to surprise your father. Do you understand?

Yes mother.

Janna tells me you are a very good cook. Do you know how to make afritada?

Yes. Do you want it with chicken or beef?

Chicken please. And please make setaw adobo.

Yes mother. This is good. I shopped yesterday and have all the ingredients. When will you be home?

We will be there before 5pm.

This is good mother. Mhitze and I long to see you and Mary. I will have the apartment in perfect shape when you arrive.

I am very pleased to hear this. We will see you soon child.

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At 3pm, Arlin started cooking. Joshua was not watching the process and had no sense that this meal was special in any way. He knew Arlin to be a good cook. There was plenty of food in the kitchen and Joshua knew that whatever came to the table was likely going to be very tasty.

When he announced, a few minutes later, that he was going to the mall for a new book, Arlin just smiled and asked when he would be back. In return, Joshua asked when supper would be ready. The answer was 5pm and so Joshua said he would be back in time for supper.

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The plane had been scheduled to take off at noon. But it only arrived at the airport at twelve thirty. They didn’t board until one fifteen. They weren’t in the air until one forty-five. Such was the on-time schedule of Cebu Pacific Airlines. But the flight was quick. They touched down forty-five minutes later. And so, at two thirty-five they descended the steps from the plane to the tarmac. By two forty-five, they were on their way to their apartment via one of two jeepneys and one final tricycle. Traffic was heavy, and it was a long way to the apartment. As the second Jeepney wended its way through the Cebu traffic, they had been travelling for an hour. The journey from the airport was taking far longer that had the flight. It was just a few minutes before four when the tricycle disgorged its two passengers and left them steps from their front door. They had been gone a little more than a week. Much had changed in that week.

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Arlin was still cooking when the door opened. She did not notice as the two females reentered their home, slipped out of the sandals they wore on the street and into the slippers that had last been worn last week. Mhitze, who was finishing the ironing, looked up to see two smiling faces and a sign to be quiet. The girl indicated her assent and returned a broad smile.

It was only when Ana Fe was just a few paces behind her that Arlin sensed any movement. Her assumption that it was Mhitze was brought to a sudden halt by the voice she had once heard over a cell phone last week.

From both the smell and look, I can tell we are in for a delicious meal, daughter.

Turning around, Mother! You startled me! Thank you for the kind words, but that is only look and smell, not taste!

Ah! The words of a good cook! Child come let me take a good look at my new daughter.

Mother, how can I be your daughter? I am confused.

Mhitze! Come here child! There was a pause as Mhitze put the iron down and approached. Here in these papers are two official birth certificates. One is for you, Arlin, and one is for you, Mhitze. Both say that I am your mother. Copies of these have been sent by the Local Civil Registrar to the NSO with a cover letter saying that some old records had been discovered, as never having been properly sent. In days, the NSO will have you listed as my daughters. In two weeks, we will be able to get passports for the two of you as my daughters. We will also collect other documents now that we have the birth records. As far as the government knows, you are my daughters. Arlin, do you understand now?

Wow! Yes I do. It is amazing! Please tell me, will you be good to us mother? We do not know you.

Janna tells me your real mother is dead and that you have been good daughters but have had a difficult life. She tells me you are worthy of my love. I will treat you as I treat my other daughters. You will have to ask them if that is good or not!

Mary, Ate, will we be happy?

Little sister, it will be fine. You will be happy. We will all be happy. Tell me, how is our husband and… where is he?

Mhitze stepping into the conversation, answered. Ate, Joshua went to the bookstore. He is a wonderful husband. We treat him good. He is fine.

Arlin confirmed. Yes. Joshua will be back by five. He is fine, but I think he misses both of you a great deal. Mother please explain to me. I always believed it should be one woman and one man. But no woman could ever satisfy Joshua. She would be in pain! How can it be one woman and one man?

Child, I do not know the answer. I do know that you are correct about Joshua. No one woman would ever be right for him. He needs all of us. And it seems to me that we all need him. Do we not?

Arlin and Mhitze were giggling. Yes mother!

You girls finish up here. Mary and I will shower and change before Joshua returns.

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In the shower, both Ana Fe and Mary washed up and compared impressions.

You like them, daughter?

Yes, they seem nice. They are respectful and seem to have been taught properly by their mother. They speak our dialect. No one will know they are not yours.

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Arlin turned to Mhirze, in the kitchen. OK?

Yes! We get to stay forever so long as Joshua wants us!

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Janna and Ricca were walking down the street, not more than 100 meters from the apartment, when they saw Joshua returning from the mall with a bag from the National Bookstore.

Joshua held up and waited for the two to catch up with him. There they were, in their school uniforms. The white cotton blouses with the Peter Pan collars. The plaid skirts that ended well below the knees; the white socks and the black leather shoes. They were a wet dream for him. While he knew they were not, they looked virginal. And they? They seemed genuinely happy and playful. Joshua knew in his heart how lucky he was as they opened the door to the apartment.

Husband! You have been busy in my absence!

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Chapter 17