A Novel. - Jake's Journal: The Philippines -Joyfully

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Chapter 1

There is nothing innocent about me, or what happened to me. I make no apologies for my choices or the results.

I was divorced for the third time in my life in 2008. I am not proud of that. Sad is the best way to describe it. Three times divorced is not a record any man should strive to achieve.

My first marriage was a fool's errand. I was 18 and she was 17 and pregnant. She - we - got pregnant in July. We were married in October, the nineteenth to be exact, and our son was born in May. By the time he was eight months old, she was gone and so was my son. What happened? Hell, I'd be lying if I told you that my memories were accurate. I have told the story so many times that I no longer know what is true and what's invention. All I can be sure of is that she ran away with a drummer from a rock band. After all these years, I still remember his name. I will keep his last name from these pages – but his first name was Kenny. Within the year of her leaving me, we were divorced. That was in Vermont. I was twenty when I got the final divorce judgment. All I can say is that over the years, my assessment that she was clinically nuts seems to have been borne out.

It would be eleven years before I married again.

I had some short-term girlfriends in those long years, but for the most part I was alone. There were a few intense relationships, each lasting about a year. Between each, there were years of true celibacy. I never learned to play the field or date casually. I was either playing with all my chips on the table or I was sitting it out completely. During those celibate years I would wonder if my fate was to be married to my right hand for the rest of my life. The failed marriage had left me feeling that I was not desirable; that I was incapable of attracting a truly desirable woman. Most of my relationships were with damaged women who had little to give me, and no way to grow into a healthy relationship. Why were they damaged? The reasons varied, but the fact is that I sought them out. I figured that with them I had a chance of getting lucky for a day or two. I didn't give myself a chance with women who weren't damaged. I didn't try. Or ... you could say with some honesty, I didn't know how. In all honesty, maybe I still don't.

My second marriage lasted exactly thirteen years. The divorce was granted by the court on our wedding anniversary. (The odds are 364:1 and considering 365 random things probably happen each day, it's not as unlikely as you might think.) There were a few days of good marriage, followed by twelve years of hell. For the last few years we slept in separate rooms and lived separate lives. I finally swallowed my pride/shame and admitted defeat. I left the marriage because it was the only sane thing left to do. It was that or continuing to live with a woman who had a hard time distinguishing her funds from the funds of others. Her first embezzlement had cost me in the end about ninety thousand dollars. When I left the marriage she was playing fast and loose with federal funds and I wanted no part of it. The judge didn't believe me and pounded me in the divorce decree.

Five years later, I married again. I thought I had learned from my past disasters, but that was not the case. We were together a little over eight years before I left the marital residence and seven months later, she filed for divorce. She was a good woman. Not nuts, not a thief, but damaged in other ways. Truth be told, was I not damaged? I was and am damaged by the events of my life. It is fair to say that the marriage just did not 'take.' It was both our faults. On my side, it was probably far too much scar tissue from my past experiences.

So there I was, overweight, with high blood pressure, and false teeth. I snored so loud that I bet you would have heard me if we had rooms next to each other in a hotel.

In many ways I was a good man, but for whatever reason marriage and I did not work well. Was it my entire fault each time? As you can tell, I think not; however after three failures, you have to question my ability to make good choices!

Could I get married again? Sure, I guess, if I married someone who I had no interest in, but what's the point in that. The sad truth was that at this point in my life I was only emotionally responsive to slim, pretty women at least fifteen years my junior and, in truth, usually even younger. Considering all that I was, no one of such a group, who had her head on straight, was going to put me on her 'A' list.

Truthfully, I really didn't want to marry again.

For the entire time I was in my three marriages, I was not rich and sometimes I was pretty poor.

During the entire last marriage, I was in a lawsuit to recover income and ownership that was illegally taken from me over a year prior to the marriage. Even though we got along OK financially, there was this big payday always hanging out there.

It was still hanging out there when we got divorced.

I was fifty-seven. I had a house to live in. (I had never sold my house when I moved into my third wife's home. That should have set off alarms!) I was alone, just barely getting by financially, and sexually starved. As much as I would like to have gotten laid regularly and frequently, there were no options.

Hell, for the first seven months back in my house I slept on a couch. I went through so many variations on how to set up the couch as my bed that I gave them version numbers. By the time the mattress I purchased finally arrived, I was on Couch v4.2-5. It actually worked quite well.

Family? I had a son age 39 and a daughter aged 37. Both lived in a different state. Though I loved them both very much, they had and still have little to do with my life on a daily basis.

I lived in a truly rural part of the American West. The kids lived in NYC.

Once the reality of the third divorce sank into my skull, I knew that I did not want another wife. I did not want, would not be able to find, a mistress; but needed the ministrations of a prostitute on a regular basis. While my need for emotional intimacy would go unmet, my need for physical intimacy might be met. There were only two problems: I did not know any prostitutes; I did not have the money to pay for one, yet. But that might change.

I just hung out; not quite a hermit but without anything going on either.

When the legal settlement finally came about, that was the state I had been in for a while.

The settlement did not leave me filthy rich as some got to be in the "dot com" boom of the nineties, but I was now financially secure. In addition, I was still working and drawing a salary. I could easily afford a prostitute. I figured I would allocate two thousand dollars a month for whatever that would get me. The rest I would invest. As I was in a rural area, I had no idea how much those dollars would purchase in services, assuming there were any services to purchase.

Finding a prostitute was not easy in a small town. <Split> As I continued my search for one, I had an unexpected visitor.

My mother, age 93 at the time, decided it was time to see her son. She flew 2000 miles and I picked her up at the Airport in Denver. Her time with me was in some ways a revelation.

She said, It's my fault – and your father's – that you have failed at the marriages. We never argued. We had a perfect marriage and you never learned how to deal with normal marriage issues. We were a bad role model.

Well in truth, that is a bunch of bullshit. Bullshit, to the extent that it is her fault. She is right that they never seemed to argue, but that is because they both respected each other and because as much as he chose not to exercise his authority, we all knew he had it. He had the final say, if one was needed. It just never seemed to be needed.

What came next wasn't bullshit, it was just plain crazy.

She said, Go find a girl. Look overseas. Find a girl who will give you children.

I looked at her. She was nuts. I probably said as much.

She insisted that I was not too old and that other men had done it. Finally she said that if I went to meet a girl, she would help pay for the trip. She could afford it (as could I) but it was sort of a 'double dog dare you' type of thing.

Before I put her back on a plane to go home I was looking at Asian dating websites. I posted my profile on a couple of them. One of them was a loser and nothing came of it. The other came alive in a way I could not believe. I was inundated by offers from women who wanted to meet me.

So now my less than intense interest in the possibility was refocused. This thing was becoming real and serious. I had no idea about the process. Before I went an inch farther, it was time for homework.

I learned that there was a formal process for becoming engaged overseas and bringing the fiancée back to the USA for marriage. At which point the girl gets a provisional green card. It is not easy, it is bureaucratic, but that also means it is doable.

All along, I said, and I say here again, I really did not want another wife. I was having second thoughts about this even as I started the process. I decided, that even if I did get married, that I would make sure by all, including legal means, that I had no obligation to be monogamous.

Still the USA's Visa rules make it damned hard to bring in a Mistress into the country. In fact, the Visa rules are incredibly restrictive. Whomever I brought in, I would have to marry.

My web/dating profile included my correct height, weight, age and an honest picture. I listed all my drawbacks and made it clear I was looking for a woman who would bear me children. By my calculations that meant she had to be no older than 35 presently. That would make her at least 22 years younger than I was.

I got a few invites from older women, but the flood was from women aged from 25 to 34. I got a serious one from an 18 year old! Were they all pretty? No, but a surprising number were attractive to my eyes. I have in subsequent years come to the conclusion that Anglos assess beauty in Asian women differently than do Asian women assessing Asian women. But from my vantage point it was like walking into a candy store. There was a proviso. I had read many warnings about cons and that women weren't always what they appeared to be. This issue of doctored (photo-shopped) photos, and doctored letters was irrelevant when dealing with women in the Philippines since those women I dealt with could read/write and speak English and would engage with you over a webcam at an internet café. It would cost the Filipina ₱20 (Philippine Pesos), or what amounted to $0.40, for an hour at the café to chat with me.

Knowing what the women really looked like, sounded like, and such, was not an issue. If you didn't send them money, it was hard for them to scam you. Some did essentially demand money and those I turned away from with alacrity.

I made it clear to all the women I met this way that when I headed over to the Philippines, that I was not there just to meet only them. I would meet a number of women before I made a choice. That in retrospect was a very smart move.

By the time I was ready to travel in August 2008, I was interested in three women. Each had a daughter. The women ranged in age from 25 through 32. I will call them Drama, Ganda and Joy.

Drama was 25 with a five year old. Not only the youngest, she was the smallest. At 4' 10" and 90 pounds, a US woman's petite XXS size dress fit her fine. I was to learn she was a fickle girl, full of passion, who was in ways a real drama queen. Being with her was fun, but staying with her would have been impossible. While it took a while to convince her it was over, I knew it was over for her before the end of our first day together. In truth I had my doubts about her before ever leaving the States. We did spend four outrageously fun days. She wore the clothing I bought for her. I insisted she not wear panties – which drove her crazy but I did not care. She was cute as you please and I fucked her in every hole she had, but one, each day. But we were not to be together beyond those four days.

I will write about the other two in a bit. They were the ones I was really going to seriously consider. First, I will paint a picture of the Philippines as I saw it in the summer of 2008 and explain a few oddities of the country.

The plane rides to get there were endless. I had a two hour flight by jet-prop to the Denver airport. From there I took a flight to Los Angeles. In LA you leave the domestic flights terminal. You walk outside in the hot, humid Southland air to the international departure terminal. So far I had been up since 3:30AM (MDT) to catch my 6:05am flight to Denver and now in LA as I stood on line at the Philippine Airlines departure counter it was 9:00PM (PDT). My plane would leave LA at 11:14PM that evening. We would have a refueling in Guam, no one would leave the plane, and then arrive in the Philippines at 6AM (Philippine Time). That translates to 4PM back home ... or the fact that I had left my bed some 37 hours earlier ... Do you think you can sleep on the plane? Ha! Bless the Filipinos. They fed me five times on that flight. You could catnap but that was it.

The Republic of the Philippines is part of the Malaysian Archipelago. Filipinos are racially related to Thais and others in the region. There are two official languages in the country. Tagalog (also called Filipino) and English. Yes, English is an official language. There are 7,107 islands in the country, but not too many really large ones. The largest is Luzon island, and that is where one will find Manila. Most people in Manila speak a form of Tagalog from childhood on, but not all, and on Luzon but outside of Manila, they often speak other languages. On most other islands they speak one of the other one hundred and seventy-five languages in their home. Since the schools teach in Tagalog and English, many Filipinos speak at least three languages by the time they graduate high school at age 16. In southern Mindanao where much of this journal concerns itself, the common languages are Visayan (also called Cebuano and Bisaya) and Ilonggo (technically called Hiligaynon, but none of the speakers call it that). Some residents of southern Mindanao will speak Visayan, Ilonggo, Tagalog, (other languages such as Maguindanao, Ilocano, and Maranao,) and English.

The weather in the Philippines is normally ranges from the 80's Fahrenheit into the 90's. It will make a guy from the States sweat, but it is not nearly as hot as Austin, TX or Phoenix, AZ during the summer. Most do not use air conditioning, which they call air-con, but all the malls are air conditioned. Taxis pretty much will be marked with Air-Con on their doors to assure you of a more comfortable ride.

When I got to the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA1) terminal #1, I was really tired. After I made my way to the front of the line, luckily, the Immigration and Customs folks at the airport just basically wave me through with a welcome to the Philippines.

I was careful to find a metered cab out front – I had been warned that this was necessary. Off I rode to the Best Western in the old part of Manila proper. Greater Manila is like Greater New York City to the extent that there are essentially many cities that are all lumped together and called Manila. Makati is the financial center. Quezon City has some of the more wealthy areas. Old Manila is the original city and it is no longer the true hub of either government or business. Still it is where the US embassy is found.

My first sights of Greater Manila left an impression that has stayed with me ever since and it was not far off the map. Think about a capitalist system without meaningful laws regarding commerce, no planning and a real entrepreneurial spirit. It looked like Manhattan on an acid trip. The traffic looked exactly the same. I will drive in the outer provinces in the Philippines but I will never drive in Greater Manila. And that is from a guy who has driven a tractor-trailer through both NYC and Chicago. Driving in Greater Manila is an elaborate game of chicken, although when you are in the middle of it, it more closely resembles bumper cars where no one exactly touches.

I got to the hotel at 7:15AM with a boost of adrenaline thanks to the drive. My room at the Best Western including my internet access was about $44US per day.

I had arranged for Ganda to meet me there at 9:30. I took a shower, changed my clothes and laid down for a nap. At 9:40 there was a knock on the door. Ganda had been escorted up by a bellhop. I tipped him and Ganda entered the room.

How can I explain this so that you will really appreciate what transpired? You know I was fat. By fat I do not mean grossly corpulent. But I did carry far too much weight. I was 58 at this moment in time. I had gray hair and a gray beard. Into the room walks this 28 year-old beauty in high heels and a dress that comes to mid-thigh. She is wearing minimal makeup and precious little else. Her face is really pretty and her smile is tinged with a trembling fear as the door closes behind her.

All I am able to say to her is, Wow you are beautiful! She smiles. We sit on the edge of the bed and try to talk but that is just not working. We are fumbling badly. I kiss her and she kisses back. And we lie back on the bed kissing. Slowly the kissing becomes more intense and the clothes start to come off. By noon she is naked and I am in her bareback. She is as active as I. Giving as well as taking. We take turns, I eating her pussy that has no smell at all! The pussy is clean shaven; not a hint of hair. She goes down on me and does a good job though she does not swallow. We fuck like rabbits in between rest breaks. (When using Viagra, which I did right before I lay down, and then again later a few times again as the days continued, there is an interesting side effect. You can stay hard for a long time but it is hard to cum.) By 4PM we decide we are hungry. We shower and go downstairs to the hotel restaurant for a meal.

Once done we retire once more to the room and commence more lovemaking. She weighs 96 pounds and I am 220. She is a small, pretty Asian beauty and I am just a white guy with nothing special about me. What I am experiencing is out of this world. She denies me nothing. She allows me to take her ass as well as her pussy. Anything I want, it is OK with her. The next day after we finally get out of bed at 10AM following a morning of more fucking and sucking, we go shopping for a few things at a Mall and then return to more sex. Under her dresses, she wears a thong and a small padded bra, and that is all. Fucking her means only lifting up the hem of her dress. When we are out she hangs onto me like to lose touch would mean her death. She sticks to me and simply refuses to let go.

In the first three days we have not learned much about each other, other than I am not going to hurt her and she doesn't want to lose me. But, the first three days are all we have at that time and she knows it. She knows I am about to meet someone else.

One thing I have discovered is that she doesn't have a home, or an apartment, or even a rented room. She has what is called in the Philippines as a bed-spacer. Like much in that portion of population in the archipelago, a huge section of the society manages in an ad hoc fashion. A bed-spacer is a room that has been converted as a dormitory for either women or men by a homeowner. The room may be small. It contains three, four or more beds and there is somewhere in the place a communal but essentially single use bathroom. So renting a bed-spacer is renting a bed in that room and having access to a toilet and cold shower. There is also no hot water. That is usual: Except for where foreigners stay, no one has hot water.

In fact if you ask a Filipino about it they tend to laugh or giggle at you. If you, as a foreigner lease a place and want a hot shower, there is (as I discovered) an option. It is possible to purchase a hot water device for your shower. It connects to the wall in the shower were the spigot is found normally. The water enters the tank and exits via a flexible hose and showerhead. It is an on demand system. The heater uses electricity. It has a cord that runs from the tank to an outlet. (Normally the outlet is just to the side of the tank on the wall above where the shower-curtain hangs. It works fine, but, never in a million years, would it get UL approval in the US!)

Ganda is working at a call center. Not one that took calls from disgruntled US citizens calling an 800 number. No, in this case she is selling BlackBerry phones with long-term contracts to small UK businesses. It is done by cold calls. Since the UK is 8 hours different from the Philippines, their day starts at 2pm and runs until midnight or later. Split-2

I knew Ganda had a daughter, but clearly she is not staying at a bed-spacer. I gather that the child is in the care of the extended family on the Island of Mindanao.

The night before I am to leave, I ask her if she will agree to be with me if I add other women to our life. She is less than happy. She wants to know what she is doing wrong. I told her she isn't doing anything wrong, which is why I am asking. She is truly confused but fundamentally unhappy about that and it remains unresolved when I leave the next day for Boracay and my next girl.

To see the next girl and the one after her, I will be on different islands in the Philippines. I am not sure I want to see Ganda again before I leave. She knows we have enjoyed each other, but there certainly is nothing settled. Her hesitancy about other women in my bed makes her a less likely candidate.

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Chapter 2

I have arranged to meet Drama at NAIA terminal #3. It is the place from which Cebu Pacific flies. If you haven't heard of that airline, then you simply haven't spent any time in the Philippines. It is something of an overgrown commuter airline. It is not possible to book one of their flights through Orbitz or Expedia. No US carrier has a code sharing agreement with Cebu Pacific. [Editor's note: At that time, their website could not process US credit cards. That has subsequently been resolved.]

The airline has an odd sales technique. The closer to the flight you book the more the ticket costs. This first flight costs me a lot because of that, but in future flights until they do away with the practice a couple of years later, I always manage to purchase my tickets early.

When I get to NAIA #3, I go immediately to the ticket booth – not a counter – and purchase two round trips for Drama and me to Boracay. I have booked lodging at the Microtel, not because I like it but because it has a website, and lists Internet Access in the rooms as a feature. For the entire length of my stay, I need access to work. Not knowing the lay of the land I probably make some goofy choices, but it all works out.

Drama does not live on the island of Luzon, which is where Manila is located. Nor can she fly directly from her island to Boracay. She has to fly to Manila (or Cebu) first. I have sent her money to fly to Manila. I meet her as her plane arrives (a bit late but that is part of what you learn is standard for Cebu Pacific).

I mentioned before that she is the youngest at 25 and smallest of the women I will meet. Her five year-old daughter is at home with her mother, with whom Drama also lives. How do I describe Drama? She has a huge smile. It engulfs her face and the face is both youthful and darling. Not pretty in a fashion model sense, but pretty in an angelic beauty. As with just about all Filipina's her hair is straight and black. Her black eyes are both big and expressive. Physically she is a little slip of a thing

She had told me before I travelled to the Philippines that she was afraid I would not be there to meet her at the airport. She is happy to see me and as soon as she clears the rope barrier, she is on my arm, much as Ganda had been.

As reserved as Ganda was, Drama is the opposite. Constantly talking, asking, and commenting. She is most interested in my impression of Ganda, whom she knew I had just met. I am unwilling to go that way and resist her at every turn, frustrating the hell out of the girl.

The plane ride takes us to an island adjacent to Boracay called Caticlan. Boracay has no airport of its own. You take a motor boat with outriggers to get across the water. We get there at low tide and cannot get to a pier or jetty. Being just an old westerner, what I am wearing are western (Nocona) boots (you might call them cowboy boots) and 501 Levis. One of the boat's employees carries my bag ashore. I take off my boots and socks, roll up the Levis and get wet up to my ass. Such is life. I get ashore and am taken to the hotel by the hotel van. The roads in Boracay are not one lane roads, they are ¾ lane roads and the van is a scaled down thing that I swear looks like something shrunk down in a Disney movie like, 'Honey I shrunk the kids.'

The back end of the van is simply open and there is a bench on each side. You just climb in the back and sit on a bench. The driver in the cab in front could neither hear, nor, see you. Such as it is, we come to an unimproved gravel driveway at what looks like a service entrance to the hotel on one side and on the other side, clearly someone else's property, a native nippa hut. Out we climb and walk into the hotel. As soon as we walk through the door, we are at the front desk. So ... no accounting for entrances.

Drama and I are booked there for four days. While the hotel poses some difficulties, my time with Drama is something of wet dreams. She is physically agile. She can assume just about any position and it is literally impossible to wear her out in bed. As she weighs so little, I tried to keep her on top, or take her from the side, or from the edge of the bed, with me standing. In truth we use so many non-missionary positions that I can only recollect them as a blur. She is sensitive about her ass and I never get more than a knuckle in to her there, but she makes up for it in many ways.

The first thing she wants to do, after we get to the room and shower from our walk through the ocean, is to fuck until supper. I am surprised that her breasts are a bit bigger than were Ganda's. They are sensitive and she loves my sucking on them. She also refuses condoms. She says she has not been with a man for five years and is disease free. While I have no way to prove it, she has also asked me about my sexual contact. She wants to know about Ganda, is she going to get anything from her? But she really does not want the condoms. She says, Get me pregnant Jake, then I will at least be your mistress.

That is exactly what she wants. She does not want to marry. She is in the second year of college for a four year degree. What she wants is a man who will take her on as a Mistress and pay for her schooling. Before I came to the Philippines, I had told her I wasn't interested in that. Yes I would prefer a mistress, but there is no way to do it, as far as I can see and just being her educational financial program is not what I think I am looking for.

On the webcam she had said, OK, I agree to marry if you want.

But once I get to Boracay the old Mistress stuff comes out again. It is clear from day one at the hotel that she will not be the one, but she sure is fun to be with for those few days anyway.

That night we have dinner at the hotel. We are served by a very pretty waitress, who cannot be older than 17. Her name is Jun. The dinner is OK but not great. Later that night my mind gets to thinking about Jun as I am fucking Drama for all she is worth. Lying in bed after giving Drama another deposit of cum, I tell her that I want to fuck both Jun and her together.

Drama looks at me and says, I think you are a sex guy ... that is what you like. You want me and her in the bed with you?

I smile, as there is no reason to deny it. I simply indicate that I do. Drama agrees to assist me the following day to see if we can make that happen. In the meantime, the sexy little Filipina already in my bed is enough for me to cum deep in her once more that night before sleep comes to us in that air-conditioned room.

The morning finds us out on the beach, which the hotel sits upon, or is adjacent to. Hell ... There is the hotel. You stepped off the terrace on to sand. You walked fifty yards through the sand and you are in the ocean. Is that upon or is it adjacent to?

We negotiate for a snorkeling adventure later that day; then we take a quick breakfast and a trip into town to see if we can find me some flip-flops. We also needed, much to my surprise, a bikini for Drama. She has no swimwear. I buy her two string bikinis. They almost aren't there at all; just three triangles with cords. Drama likes them and I never have reason to complain.

I don't have a big foot, but it is wide and finding flip-flops that fit is a real hassle. Filipinos are mostly small, slender, and with narrower feet. I am a triple E. In the end, we find a pair and head back for a light lunch and sex before the snorkeling.

The sex is brief but I am having a hard time keeping my hands off Drama. She is not complaining. She is begging me to get her pregnant. As luck had it, she doesn't get pregnant. I dodge a bullet.

The snorkeling is great. I know there are such things in the Caribbean and many other places, but the Philippines is not known for this and to this day I really don't have a clue as to why. I have a blast checking out the fish as they play around us. It turns out that Drama is a fish too and she is swimming circles around me, having a ball.

Once back at the hotel, it is time for another shower, a sweet fuck and off to dinner at the hotel. As luck would have it ... we have Jun as our server again.

Up to now Drama has avoided using her Tagalog while around me. Everything is done in English. But now, tonight at the table there is a discussion between Drama and Jun that is most clearly not in English. It ends and Jun departs with our order. I ask Drama what has transpired and she just smiles and says that I will find out later.

Dinner is another ho-hum affair. We will go out the next night to somewhere else. The problem is that they are trying to make dishes for Americans and Europeans and they just are not getting it right. Later when I learn to eat and really like Filipino food, I find that I can avoid those traps by asking for foods they really know how to cook. It turns out that Filipino food is really good.

When we get back to our room, Drama proceeds to police the premises, and cleans up the place. She just about shoves me into the shower and then she follows. I have a guess why and a knock on the door about 30 minutes later confirms my guess. We have a guest named Jun joining us.

Jun is a little unsure as she joins us. I assume that she knows the ropes, and that guess is very wrong. (Later Drama tells me that she has informed Jun that I think she was remarkably beautiful and wondered if she would honor us by coming to our room that night.)

Jun is a good three inches taller than Drama, a full cup size larger, has longer legs, and more rounded hips. She is also barely seventeen. I thank her for joining us and tell her how lovely I find her. She blushes and says she isn't pretty. I ask her if she thinks Drama is pretty and she readily says yes. I then ask Drama, if she thinks Jun is pretty. Drama is laughing and says the Jun must be loco to say that Drama is pretty and Jun isn't.

Drama suggests Jun try on one of the bikinis – as it is true that the Hotel staff uniform is not flattering. Jun blushes again, but agrees, and both girls move into the bathroom. When they finally emerge there is no doubt about it ... Jun is a stunner in a big way. I walk up to her, wrap an arm around her and kiss her. I gather she isn't expecting that, but she does kiss back. We keep kissing. My hands roam around what is mostly flesh, the bikini not having any meaningful coverage. The triangles might cover the nipples from sight, but not from touch.

We kiss and arouse each other – mostly it is me arousing her – for close to ten minutes before the bikini falls to the ground and I lift her onto the bed where Drama is waiting for her.

Drama – now also naked – starts kissing and fondling Jun, right along with me; we work the young girl into a frenzy of previously unexplored passion. Jun is gulping air and grabbing us and imploring us to hold her, kiss her, love her.

I think I detect a hymen still in this girl and I whisper in her ear, Are you a virgin?

To which she whispers back, Yes!

Drama hears this and whispers in my other ear, Take her, fuck her, give us a baby.

As Drama whispers she is pulling my Levi's off and playing with my cock. I don't need Drama's help to get hard. I am hard. I roll Jun under me and spread her legs. Gently, and with Drama's assistance, I place my cock against Jun's labia. I enter slowly, expecting to find some resistance from her hymen. I immediately hit it and stop for a second. I ask Jun if she is ready to be filled with my love. She just looks at me and quietly nods.

The hymen gives way rather easily. I push all the way in and hit bottom. If Jun is experiencing any major pain she neither shows it nor gives any indication. She starts pistoning her hips against me in a serious and insistent manner and mumbling some Tagalog that has no meaning to me.

Then following a hesitation in that motion she slams her hips into me, grabs me with her arms, arches her back and screams for all she is worth, while her whole body shakes. That evidently is my cue to cum. I let loose, deep as I am, inside her. That causes a shocked pause in the scream followed by more pleading and screaming for half a minute. Slowly she calms down and starts to breathe in ragged but deep breaths.

In very hesitant English, she says, I am yours now.

It is not a question; it is a statement of fact. She is mine as far as her world is concerned. The rest is for me to figure out.

Drama and I have one more day on the Island before we fly off, her to NAIA and then home, me to NAIA and then to Cebu to meet Joy.

There is the complication of Jun and while she is a very lovely complication, it is still complicating things. Jun has another month of work at the hotel. We swap contact information and apart from one more very happy night of love making, we will not see each other for a prolonged period of time.

Drama and I spend the last day exploring the Island; Drama in a dress without panties as I have requested, (actually required). We go out to dine at a nice place in town and on the beach (all at the same time). Arriving back at the hotel we meet up with Jun and on this night I teach Jun to eat pussy, suck tits, lick asses and give head. You might call it school! At least Drama gets something out of it.

I also have Drama eat her out while I, in lazy fashion, kiss Jun for a good half an hour. In the process, I am explaining to Jun – at times with Drama's Tagalog – that if she is mine, she needs to understand that means being with other women while with me.

She just nods her head, so I ask her directly, Will you obey me in this?

This time I get a clear, Yes Jake, I obey you always.

With that clear, I turn to Drama and ask, Will you obey and do as I ask from now on?

Drama smiles and says, I do not obey! You obey me!

And that Drama is why you will never be mine and Jun will be.

Drama looks stunned, but in truth she has meant what she has just said. There are some tears but she never is really ready to accept that I am not going to do things her way.

I have no idea why I get the idea about requiring her to obey, other than she had been so willful and obstinate, it is my way of pointing out to her, and to Jun, why I am going to accept Jun and leave Drama.

I have never asked for a submissive before and do not see myself as a Master. But, at that moment, it is the right thing to do. Looking back, I am glad I did it.

The next morning Drama and I both fly to NAIA together. As we are about to separate, she has an honest to God tantrum right there in the airport. She wants to go with me to the next girl. I quite literally have had enough of Drama. How to get rid of her in the airport proves to be a bit of a pain. We were still arguing and she is wailing when my flight is called and I board the plane. All the while, one moment she claims she will do things my way and the next saying she cannot. We have long passed the point where I will have her.

There we are, this truly lovely young twenty-five year old and this old man. And the old man saying go away, go away. Nothing more strange in my life could have been imagined by me before I made the trip. I have a twenty-eight year-old waiting for me in Manila if I want her, a seventeen year-old who is mine waiting for me to get her on Boracay and I am flying to meet thirty-two year-old Joy in Cebu.

Joy sent me a text two days ago. She needs extra airfare for her daughter. I send the extra three thousand Philippine Pesos. At the conversion rate on that day, it is just under $64.00. Joy doesn't live in Cebu. She lives in northern Mindanao where the Islamic terrorist forces hold sway. The US State Department has a travel advisory against going there and that is enough for me. I arrange for Joy to fly to Cebu to meet me. The Island of Cebu is centrally located in the archipelago and it is a hub for Cebu Pacific, Duh!

The flight to Cebu is only an hour. The airport is very much not the new modern architecture of NAIA #3. It is an old building, serviceable and quaint. Many places in the Philippines have roofs but no walls and that is very much the nature of the baggage claim area at the Cebu airport. I had one bag to claim and it is there that I am going to meet Joy.

She and her daughter must have arrived minutes before me as they are there in the baggage claim, still looking for their bag, when they notice me. We wave to each other, collect our bags, and join up to get the cab to the Marriott Hotel. I have booked two rooms (when I learned the daughter was coming) for four days.

Joy is oldest and in all honesty, it shows on her face. She has none of the flush of youth about her. She is no longer close to her childhood, but she is lovely. Her face is graceful, and her beauty parlor styled hair adds to her appearance. There is an absence of any fat anywhere. She is a very attractive woman and she is twenty-six years younger than I! Her smile is warm and relaxed.

But she has a very serious question to ask me even before we leave the airport.

Jake, you still really interested in me? You already see two others. You not already make up your mind?

Now, that is a far more complicated question than it might have been if I had been asked seventy-two hours earlier. Certainly, I am not committed to either of the two girls I had intentionally come to see, but there is the matter of Jun. How I am to resolve that remains unclear. How I am to resolve any of it, is unclear. I give Joy my best smile and tell her that quite honestly nothing is resolved other than the second girl is not under consideration.

She looks quite hard at me and asks, You don't like her? She do something bad?

I guess there are times when the best advice is to withhold information and this is one of those times.

I tell Joy, I will not talk bad about any woman I meet. Do not ask me such a question again. What a woman says to me and does with me is private and not for the rest to know.

Joy looked at me and smiled: You are not tsismoso. That is good.

Later I look it up, and find that she is glad that I do not engage in gossip. At the time, that conversation ends the matter.

We climb ino a cab. The cabby - driving a metered cab - initially refuses to take us to the Marriott as it is too far away, traffic is too heavy, and the meter will not give him enough. He wants an extra ₱200. I relent and off we go.

The Marriot in Cebu is as nice as the Marriott City Center in Denver. It is more than I am expecting and the adjoining rooms we have, are more than great. I put both girls in one room for the beginning and I take the second. I am really unsure what is going on with Joy and her daughter Abbey. Abbey is barely thirteen; she had her birthday only a month earlier. What she is doing with us is something for Joy to explain. But... that is not how it works out.

After the boat trip on Boracay to the cab, which took me to the first airport, the two plane rides and the cab ride to the hotel, I am dirty and sweaty. The shower works well and the hot water is great. I am just dressed after all that when the adjoining door opens and in walks... Abbey.

The girl has a short skirt and simple blouse on, no difference than any young Filipina on the street. Her hair is black and straight, her eyes are black, her complexion without blemish. She has small breasts, but so do most Filipinas. If you see a full blood Filipina with large breasts, it's a good bet they are silicone implants or she as mixed blood, a mestizo. Abbey has all the hips any Filipina would ever develop. But there is no question she is very young.

I greet her with a 'Hi' and some general comment like it is nice to get to meet her. She just looks at me, smiles and takes off all her clothes. I just stand there, not moving a muscle.

She comes to me, and takes my hand and – I swear – leads me to the bed. I have never, in my life, been with a juvenile before. I have never thought about it, never dreamt about it, never planned to do such a thing, or had reason to believe that I wanted such a thing.

If I was in the US at this moment, I would have run as fast as my legs would have taken me. But I am not in the US and this place runs on a completely different set of tracks. I, sure as hell, have not asked to engage in sex with a juvenile on this trip. But here I am and this is happening. It seems that I do not want it to stop.

I let her undress me and then we lie down on the bed.

At that moment she asks, Will you be kind and gentle? I am a virgin.

I am both not surprised and incredibly surprised at the same time. How can she not be a virgin? How can a mother send her virgin thirteen year-old into my room? Are they pro's at this? How can they be pro's if she really is a virgin? Just what the fuck is going on?

Yes, Abbey I will be gentle and kind, but before we start you must answer a few questions I have.

I pause and she nods.

Why did your mother send you in here?

Her answer is one of those, oh shit moments that comes along every once in a rare while and provides a clarity that could not have been expected. Abbey, a child essentially without guile, just sits there and tells me the unvarnished truth.

Mama is old and she knows your other girls, they are young. Maybe they are virgins. Mama say to me that I will be our virgin for you. If you will have her, you will also have me. Maybe I will make you want us more than you want the others.

That takes more than a moment to process. Since we are not in a race, I take my time gathering my thoughts.

My first level of amazement is that Joy found her age of thirty-two makes her old, even when dealing with an old man like me. That set off a series of thought processes it would take weeks if not months with which, to fully come to terms. Second is that the mother and daughter were offering me a package deal. That's a concept I had never considered. Third is that such a thing might - even if illegal - fly under the wire in the Philippines, but I doubted it would continue to fly in the US. Lastly it is becoming clear that I am a commodity. And there is a bidding war for me going on. As an afterthought, the realization that in some cases, once the bidder wins, the rules might very well change.

At that moment – my view of what I am doing and what I want from it changes. I have come to find a wife to bring to the US with whom to live. But I have never really wanted a wife. I can still marry Joy in the US and such a deal might well hold for the girl once she got to the US. But there are many other options and none can be carried out in the USA. Maybe the best option is to not marry, stay in the Philippines and have a number of Mistresses. So long as the 'bidding war' is never officially over, I remain in the catbird seat. Yes I could have done the same with Drama, but Drama is a problem in and of herself. Will Joy be a problem? That is something I need to discover.

I clearly have another decision to make. I know I really I do not want a wife. My dream had been for a mistress or mistresses. But given who is now sitting on my bed, do I want some of them to be underage?

I turn to Abbey and tell her to relax, we will take it really slow. And as I say that my hands start to explore her body. My hands and lips touch every part of her. I am in no rush. At one point, I open the door to the room where Joy is waiting. I stick my head in and tell her, she can either stay there or come in; but that I will be with Abbey for a few more hours. Joy stays in the other room.

I make love to Abbey. I roll her little nipples between my lips; I lick her hairless pussy. I play with her asshole, gently and she relaxes, enjoying it. My fingers play with her pussy. I teach her to give me head the way I like it. She is more than willing to learn. She wants to know if I will learn to love her. She wants me to also take her mother. I tell her I will take her mother later.

We get playful and smiles emerge, turning this serious business into a happy time.

I have brought some KY oils with me and I carefully anoint Abbey's pussy before entering the child for the first time. She is aware that when I break through the hymen that it will hurt, and hurt it does. But half a minute later the pain is forgotten and the two of us are fucking with real pleasure.

I ask her, Are you afraid to get pregnant?

Her response is that I should please give her a baby. Yes, we are talking about a thirteen year-old.

She wants my cum inside her and we are fucking bareback. Because of the Viagra, it takes many hours before my cum hits the back wall of her pussy. By that time, her pussy is sore and her legs more than tired. She will not be able to walk right for two days but she is happy and proud.

By the end, I carry her back to her room and lay her out on her bed. She won't be ready for anything for at least a day. Now it is time for Joy. Except I need a shower, sleep and food, in that order before I am ready for anything else.

I don't get it in that order because Joy is unwilling to go down to the dining room alone. A shower does get first billing and then a trip to the dining room for sustenance. The buffet was magnificent. A surfeit of food for any palette awaits us. Joy and I both fill our plates twice and enjoy the meal. Following which with ₱4000 ($95US) provided by me in hand, Joy visits the attached shopping mall (bigger than most malls in the US) and I go to bed.

I sleep a good six hours and rouse to find Joy in bed with me. As with every Filipina I have ever been with intimately, Joy's pussy is shaven clean. One of my girls at some point tells me it was a health issue.

Joy is snuggled against me. She looks so happy. It is hard to imagine what she is feeling. I have done everything I could to get her child pregnant just hours earlier. And then, my mind engages. This is a very nice mattress in a cool, quiet and private room. There are fine linen sheets under her and on her as she sleeps naked with me. Her belly is full and her body had the luxury of a first rate shower just before sleep.

Of course she is happy. Those things you and I take for granted, she cannot. I might not be the wealthiest guy in the world. I sure as hell am not a young, virile stud. I am, as I said: fat, old, essentially toothless and I snore. But I am stable. I have a decent income. I am never going to hurt her. If she gives me what she thinks I want, she hopes, she and her daughter have found a safe harbor. She is no one's fool. She isn't selling her child, she and her child are using the assets they have in a quid pro quo for a lifetime of safety, calm and opportunity.

To those who put their nose up in the air, I am reminded of the old joke about the man who offers a million dollars to a woman to go to bed with him. When she says, if you pay me the million up front, sure! Then he asks, 'How about fifty dollars?' She, as the joke goes, complains that she is not a prostitute. He says something like, 'but we have already established that you are my dear! All we are doing now is haggling over the price!'

In life, it is frequently a matter of how you perceive the benefit. The more the values are high, the less it is seen as a crime when it comes to morals, and the more it is seen as an arrangement; and that depends on the financial position of the arbiter. Seen from the position of a poor, and at times desperate, Filipina, she is the one who will benefit the most. There are many of her and very few of me. There is more there than that simple arithmetic. In the cui bono of the transaction over time, there is a larger fabric of those who benefit than just the participants in the room at the time.

I enjoy the feel of Joy's body and run my hands over her, gently taking in the feel of her. It is another hour before she wakens with a smile on her face. She says nothing other than 'wait' as she leaves the bed for the bathroom, (or what she would call the CR, an abbreviation for comfort room). Quickly she is back in bed with me and her hands immediately find my cock. At that moment, it is soft and a little shrunken. I have left the Viagra and a glass of water on my nightstand. I down one and enjoy Joy's playful attempt at rousing my member from its sleep.

At the same time, I start playing with her breasts. Her nipples are little hard rocks and after rolling them between fingers, I start sucking on them with some heavy suction. She seems to enjoy that and my hands are now free to play with her pussy and her ass. I assign her ass to my left hand and her pussy to my right as I hold her in my arms; she still playing with my cock.

I have two fingers up her cunt, a thumb playing with her clit while on the other hand I have one finger, two knuckles deep, up her ass. I lift my head from her breasts and gave her a long deep kiss. She responds to the kiss with enthusiasm. She has one free hand and it goes behind my head, holding me to the kiss for a long time. There is a sense of connectedness but not one of urgency in me.

Joy on the other hand is being stimulated in ways that are having a definite effect. She just about bites my lip off as she hits her orgasm for the first time. I continue the hand-work right through the orgasm, and kiss her neck as she works through the second orgasm only moments later. Still I give her no relief as I persist and she explodes on number three, squirting the sheets with an ejaculation that is quite impressive.

By now, I am hard enough to slide into her and she is definitely well lubricated. We fuck as she chews on my face holding my head between both of her hands. Mahal Kita Jake ... Mahal Kita Jake ... Mahal Kita Jake... she speaks in my ear as I build up the passion and pressure in my loins. Mahal Kita is Tagalog for 'I love you' and it is the first time I have heard that while making love to any of the Filipinas. I do not take it for more than it is. Obviously, I have my cock in her at this moment. But I know what is meant and it does help bring me off. I come deep inside her.

We stay entangled and go back to sleep for a bit.

Later that morning we finally rouse, shower, and get Abbey on her feet. We three troupe down to the breakfast buffet. We look like a couple and their daughter. In one sense, it is. In another sense it is certainly not.

Both of them eat well, but there is a limit to what their bellies can contain. Still, they both announce that they are stuffed.

Right outside the restaurant, on the hotel property is a pool and Abbey moans that she would so much like to swim in it. She wishes she had a bathing suit. Joy giggles. Evidently Joy noticed the pool last night when we were at dinner. While I went up to sleep, and she was at the mall, she bought bikinis for the two of them. Abbey, upon hearing the news, rather than thank her mother - who she should have been thanking, thanks me for giving them the money with a 'maraming, maraming salamat'1. When I say she should thank Joy, Joy stops me and says that Abbey is right to thank me. I accept the thanks with the standard response of 'walang anuman.'2

The two of them go to the rooms. They change into the bikinis and grab the short terry robes provided in the rooms and troupe back down to the pool area outside where I join them.

Abbey just has a ball in the pool. She is every bit a thirteen year-old with all the energy and playfulness of youth. Jumping in splashing about, climbing out and jumping in again. Joy does swim a couple of laps and then comes to sit beside me in the shade.

She looks at me with a serious expression on her face. How you like us?

I smile at her, take her hand and tell her I like them a lot.

Will you choose us?

It is a valid question but I am not sure yet.

Will you obey me? Will your daughter obey me?

And as surprised as I had been with Jun's response, I am blown over now.

We are your slaves. You are our Master. You take care of us and we will always do as you want.

She is serious. But I need to probe further.

What if I marry another and tell you that you and Abbey are mistresses?

You want us to be your Mistress? Yes, very good that is what we are!

No Joy, I was only asking if you would still be mine if I did not marry you.

Of course, if that what you want, we do it.

Are you sure you can speak for Abbey?

You ask her yourself.

When Abbey gets out of the pool, she comes over to us and there is a brief discussion. It is in a dialect that I do not think is Tagalog.

Abbey then turns to me and speaks in English. My mother said you would ask me a question and I should tell the truth.

If I chose you and your mother, will you obey me?

Opo.3 Of course. You tell us and we do. It is simple. We will love you and take care of you.

How can I evaluate such statements made at such an early time in a relationship? If I were in the States, I would call the entire damned thing nuts; this was not the States.

Look girls, you live in a place in which I cannot live. If we are to be together then you have to move to somewhere else. Are you willing to do that?

Joy speaks for the two of them. Where you want we live?

I had been thinking about that very thing this morning. Prior to coming to the Philippines, I had done some reading on the issue of Mindanao as that is where Joy is from. Once I realized yesterday that my plans might need to alter, I had made a decision that if I chose them, we will just about have to live the southern end of Mindanao if we were to stay on that island at all. It seems that the really only safe parts of that island are Davao and General Santos City. Davao is the bigger city, but both seem to be OK.

Another confession is needed here. I am a little bit of a nut for getting a full understanding of laws and customs before I step foot somewhere. That quirk of mine proves useful now.

So it is not completely out of the blue when I ask, How about somewhere in southern Mindanao. That area does not have the problems that exist in the north and you could travel up north on occasion without having to fly.

You will rent a room?

No, I was thinking of leasing some land and building a house.

Joy looks at me with a real stunned silence. She shakes her head. You can't own land, you not Filipino.

I know, but I can lease land.

Ganun?4

Talaga.5

You will live here with us?

Yes, we can't live like this in the US, so I would have to live here.

Joy looks at me with eyes filled with doubt. You serious?

Are you serious? Will you move in with me and give me both your daughter and yourself for life?

Opo Jake, Opo, of course, talaga. Salamat, maraming salamat po.6

Remember as I told you, when I met you online, never lie to me, never steal from me. Never gossip. OK?

Joy and Abbey both with huge grins, almost shout out, Opo

Abbey kisses me and runs into the pool with a big sound that sounds curiously like yippee!

I turn to this lovely woman and speak in a way she has not heard from me before. We have a lot to do. I need to get you to somewhere around General Santo City or Davao. Do you have a preference? We need to work at finding a nice place and I need to close up my affairs in the US. We need to cut short our time here in Cebu City and fly to Mindanao. Joy ... which do you want, Davao or General Santos City?

Joy looks out at the sky and quietly says, Gensan. That what we call General Santos City. We go to Gensan.

And so, Gensan it is.

[sexy]

Chapter 3

I head back to our rooms and proceed to get some things moving. With the major and extensive assistance of the Marriott hotel's concierge, who becomes a real majordomo for me, for a good three hours, I am able to do a number of things.

I contact an account person at the Gensan branch of the Banco de Oro, right by the Sydney Hotel at the corner of Pioneer and Pendutan Avenue. I explain that I am moving my affairs to that city. I intend to make large deposits into that bank and wonder, if they might be so kind as to provide me time the next day to meet with them and open an account? (In later years non-citizens will have to have an Alien Certificate Registration card (ACR-I) to open accounts but not so now.)

While I have that person on the phone, I ask for the name of a top notch attorney for a variety of business and property matters. And finally I ask for the name of top notch realty company.

I call the attorney's office, and get an appointment there. Lastly get an appointment to meet with a realty agent two days hence.

All that done, I turn around and see both Joy and Abbey just looking at me.

Finally Joy speaks to me with something that seems like a little fear in her voice. You are an important man Sir Jake. We did not know. We promise, we be good to you.

Abbey is nodding her head up and down very fast. It is cute. I have done nothing other than what is needed, if we are to actually get things in motion. To the two of them, it is a world in which they have no experience.

Now that business is finished for the time being, the girls drag me onto the bed. They both strip and together they proceed to undress me. Joy takes a Viagra out of the pill bottle and brings it to me with a glass of water. Abbey asks her something - I don't understand and Joy seems to explain for what reason the pill is taken. I light flickers in Abbey's eyes and a smile spreads on her face. She looks at me with an earnest face and says, Take two!

Abbey then just latches her mouth onto my cock. Joy and I kiss and I play with her breasts. As I get hard I move to enter Joy – Abbey is still a bit too tender - my face is close to Joy's and I whisper, If you are willing, please lick Abbey's pussy while I kiss her. I get a moment of fear and then an acceptance across her face as she proceeds to do exactly as I have asked. I have already started kissing Abbey when Joys tongue hits home. As the information is processing in Abbey's brain, she starts to kiss me harder and harder. Joy starts pumping her hips into me. Joy's tongue brings Abbey to orgasm. Abbey's orgasm triggers mine in Joy's pussy.

Following a CR (comfort room) break, I have Abbey concentrate on her mother's breasts, sucking them for all they were worth, while I enter Joy's ass with my cock. We succeed in getting Joy to squirt again during her fifth orgasm. I only dump cum once in Joy's ass.

We all nap for a while, and then down to supper we three go. The girls are a hoot during meals. They have never in their lives been at a buffet where they could simply take all the wanted that wasn't just rice, noodles and thin soup. The amount of protein on the buffet is intimidating to them.

Back in my room, we snuggle for a bit, all three in the same bed. There is some TV watching and then an early sleep, because we will leave early for the airport.

Three showers in the morning, (with two bathrooms,) a quick breakfast and a cab ride to the airport (this time without a bribe) gets us there in plenty of time to hear that our flight is delayed. Cebu Pacific is behaving just as I will learn to expect it to operate.

We are traveling now as a family. In the little time that we have been together, we had bonded. There are no dramatics. There is no holding on for dear life. Joy looks at me with a sense of relief and safety. Abbey is animated even though she is still a little stiff in the walking department.

The plane is late enough that it delays our check-in at the hotel in Gensan. We just drop our bags there. I ask the staff to provide my family restaurant and lobby privileges until I return and then take a quick cab ride to the bank. I could have used a tricycle1, but I am too damned big to fit in them easily.

At the Bank (BDO) I meet with a Mr. Dizon, who assists me in filling out a myriad of forms. My passport is photocopied, as are other documents. I make an initial deposit and leave on very good terms.

My next stop is the law offices of Atty. Espejo. The attorney is in his late 40's and seems relaxed and comfortable in his world.

I explain that I am going to relocate to the Gensan area and there will be legal issues for which I require guidance. Atty Espejo is dubious, as he explains the laws regarding employment of foreigners in his country. I am aware of the law, and wait for lecture to complete before I explain that my work is done remotely and is in essence overseas. I will not be providing services to anyone in the Philippines. I am providing services to companies outside the Philippines from my location. He smiles and acknowledges that there was no law barring that type of employment.

I then indicate the need to build a house that suits my needs, and he interrupts, and informs me, that I cannot have a house, as once again I am not a citizen of the Philippines. On this matter, I am not as confident, but I have a plan and wait for this lecture to end before I broach it.

Atty. Espejo, do I understand that there is no law prohibiting me from leasing land?

That is correct, Sir Jake.

And there is no law against building on leased land, Atty. Espejo?

That is also correct, Sir.

Then, Atty. Espejo, may I inquire whether a lease may last 99 years?

It may, Sir.

Atty. Espejo I would like you to draft a document that allows for the lease of land, not yet specified, for 99 years, with a buyout provision at the end or that time in the sum of ₱100 provided that the individual is both my direct descendent and a citizen of the Philippines. Please include that I may sublet part or all of the land at my sole discretion. Is that something you can do?

Sir Jake, I must be frank with you. It is rare to meet a man of your business knowledge and understanding of how to navigate through our laws. I think it will be a pleasure to work with you.

Atty. Espejo, I think the feeling is mutual. Now Sir, just this morning I established an account at the BDO. I only have this counter check to use today, but allow me to provide you a retainer against this and future work.

I write out a check and hand it to him. He agrees that the sum is suitable and I leave.

From there it is only a five minute cab ride back to the hotel. We succeed in checking in and retire to our room for a little unwinding.

We shower again; have I noted how hot and humid it gets in the Philippines? Besides, sexual congress ought to be with clean bodies whenever possible!

Abbey asks me when we were drying off, if I am really sexually attracted to her. I assure her I am and ask her why she asks.

Because for the past two days you only fuck my mother. You leave me alone in that way.

I laugh so hard I almost lose my breath. She is not amused.

Abbey, you could barely walk this morning! My sweet lovely girl, I would love to be inside of you right now, but you are sore.

Abbey is having none of that and her response is an animated, Hindi!2 I am not sore. Just stiff and if you put your cock inside me I will no longer be stiff!

So that is exactly what I do. I take my naked thirteen year-old lover to bed, and with Joy right there, fuck her but good. I have her feet in the air, as I pounded her pussy. I have Joy suck her tits as I proceed and Abbey orgasms, good and long. When we are done I ask her, Better now?

With a big smile on her face, her answer is, Opo.

Dinner that night is at the hotel. The Royal East Asia Hotel restaurant has an excellent reputation. It is reasonably well deserved, though the Marriott in Cebu was far better. The menu was a combination of Filipino foods and international cooking. Gensan is famous for tuna and the hotel had tuna sashimi on the menu for ₱80. It is – I am not kidding – 8 ounces of fresh caught yellow fin tuna with soy and wasabi. I am in heaven. That and a vegetable dish of pork stuffed ampalaya (bitter melon) and rice is enough for me. I am full! The food is great, the price is right and life is good.

The next day I have three missions. One is to find land and the second one is to find a place for my girls (and me) to stay, while our house is built. I will be gone for about two months in the beginning, but I will be returning and that will be before the house is completed. The third is to find an architect I can work with – remotely when needed. I leave the girls with some pesos; they are in walking distance of two Malls. I tell them I will see them for supper and leave

The process ends up being far easier than I expected and feared. The realty agent with whom I deal knows of a property owner who has both a home in town and farmland north of Gensan. The farmland is going for ₱800,000 a hectare, but at 50 hectares, (123 acres), I am able to get the price down to ₱650,000 per hectare. That works out to be a little bit more than $660.000. I lease the house for ₱15,000/month while our place is being built. The owner of the land loves my lease offer and agrees to it readily, so long as I pay the annual taxes for it. I agree.

We call the Atty. Espejo together and provide him with all he will need to complete the document. It will be ready the next morning. I provide the owner ₱45,000 (first, last and security, for the leased house in town) and get the keys to the house in return. The place is partially furnished. We have a place to sleep!

I have three more days in the Philippines before my flight home. There is the matter of the architect. I call Mr. Dizon at the bank. I say that I know this was a personal favor I am asking, but who are the best architects in the City. I get three names and addresses. I find a taxi driver who allows me to rent him for the rest of the day, including waiting for me at my appointments. I hand him the addresses and tell him to take me to the closest one. We will be doing all three.

The first place is simply underwhelming and we are quickly on to the next. Here we find gold. The architect, Mr. Reyes, has done some wonderful work, has an up to date office with the needed technology and a work/billing ethic with which I am comfortable. He shows me some plans he has done for another client. I immediately see that while there will need to be a few changes, the basics are all OK. We take a couple of hours going over the changes I need. He agrees to check out the property to see if there are other issues I have not contemplated, and get back to me electronically in about a week. I leave him a retainer and all my contact information.

It is late afternoon by this time. I head back to the Hotel. The girls have not returned yet. I pick up my cell phone and call Jun. She answers on the second ring. She is in good spirits when I give her our temporary address. Once her employment is over, she is to come here. There is not a moment's hesitation. She takes the information down and tells me that she will tell her parents that she was no longer returning to them. She will give them our address as well. I tell her I think she is doing just fine and look forward to our all being together.

About thirty minutes later my girls arrive with just three small packages. I am surprised, but they just laugh. When I ask why, is was my turn to laugh.

Joy looks at me like I am an idiot. You are getting us a house? Yes?

I did. It is done.

Then we will be spending money on that. So, we save for the house.

They know I have money, but they are being careful with it. It is my turn to laugh and I do. I tell them we will go to the house tomorrow.

But now Joy is excited. When we go?

Using the limited Tagalog I have picked up, I ask, Bakit?2

We have surprise for you tomorrow.

What do you mean surprise?

They laughed and Joy repeats, When we go?

After breakfast, tomorrow.

It is far from here?

No. It is about ten minutes by taxi.

Mabuti4

For dinner we go over to a new place that has just opened called 'Grab a Crab.' The food is excellent and the kangkung (Joy laughs and says that's a weed! Hehehe) is braised and out of this world. The Crab in Chili sauce is not all that bad either.

After dinner we shower and I take Abbey in her pussy and Joy in the ass. I am spent by that time. I tell them I want to watch Joy lick Abbey, until she has an orgasm. And that was what happens. Mother Joy bringing daughter Abbey to a bigtime cum. I am processing what this means on so many different levels.

Sleep comes upon us all.

The next morning we move into our temporary home. Like all such places in Gensan, the exterior of the property is an 8 to 10 foot high fence/barrier with something like broken glass embedded into the top. It is designed to be a security barrier and it does that pretty well. The weak spot is usually the gate. This gate is iron and substantial.

Inside any such compound there will be a house, possibly a carport/garage and a shed type structure plus a yard, some with plantings. Ours has all of it.

The five bedroom house has two large kitchens, (one inside and one outside,) a large dining room, living room, two large porches and two bathrooms. My girls are in awe.

Joy, just asks, in the quietest of voices, This is for us?

Yes but not only you.

You know about the present?

No, why? What present?

Then why you say, 'not only you?'

I will explain in a bit. What is your surprise?

Take us to the Bus Terminal at 5pm

OK

The girls spend the day getting things in order while I clean up some business issues and ready myself to leave in the morning. Everything, and I do mean everything, gets washed down and cleaned. The floors are shined. It is clear that Joy and Abbey are not afraid of work.

Based on where we are living it is evident I will need a car when I return. Cabs are not hanging around the house. I have to take a tricycle to Atty. Espejo's office. Later we take a tricycle to the Bus terminal on Bulaong Ave. That is where the girls say we needed to be.

At the law office I meet with the land owner and Atty. Espejo. We review the lease. It is clean and perfect. I hand a check of earnest money to the landowner. We both sign the multiple copies of the lease forms. Following the earnest money, this would be a one payment, 99 year lease with buyout provision. Perfectly legal and skirting the problem of citizenship. I have ninety days to provide the rest of the money. It will not be a problem. I just have to transfer some funds. I provide a check to cover the balance to my attorney and he will send it via LBC (their version of FedEx) to the landowner once the money is in my local account. It takes less than an hour to conclude the transaction. It is clear that I have hired a good attorney.

It is done; we have fifty hectares of land a little north of Gensan. It is good farmland, and it will allow us many options. I am happy and relieved.

I get back to our house mid-afternoon. The place is shining and all put in order. The girls are laughing and generally in a great mood. There is an open-air market just a few streets away and Joy has prepared a fruit plate for me of banana, mango and pineapple. All are incredibly sweet. At 5:00PM we go to get my surprise.

Once we get to the terminal, we wait only half an hour, which by my calculation in Philippines time is short. We are waiting for a person who evidently had just gotten off a bus. And as she walks to us, the surprise is another very young girl, close to Abbey's age. Her name is Michelle but she is called Mitch. She is fourteen and she is Joy's niece. Mitch's mother has taken off. She has been living with her father who has recently been laid off. Joy tells me he was a welder and diesel mechanic and had worked at a company that operated Caterpillar earth moving equipment. He now has no income. If we will take in his daughter, it is one less mouth to feed ... and as Abbey notes she is both pretty and a virgin.

I greet Mitch. Her relations make a fuss around her. She has not eaten all today. I ask her where she wants to eat and her answer is Jollibee. (It is the Filipino answer to McDonalds, although McD's is there as well.) Jollibees is not a place where I want to eat, but to this fourteen year-old it is the gold standard. And so, that is where we go. There are five Jollibees in Gensan, Abbey is sure the one closest to us is just up the street from the Hotel Sydney on Pioneer, but I remember from the driving around I did when looking for an architect that there is one at the RD Plaza. That's not much closer, but I win the bet!

It is short tricycle ride. We could have walked it, but I don't want to get there dripping with sweat. I get in a tricycle on the front seat. Joy, Abbey and Mitch ride in the back.

Jollibees is as plastic as possible. The food is not to my liking but it is not meant to be. Mitch orders a "Yum with Cheese" burger and a Jollibees Spaghetti. When I start going for my wallet to pay, Joy whispers in my ear, Let Abbey pay, Mahal.

This requires two explanations. Mahal can mean dear as in a loved one. It can also mean expensive as it you are paying dearly for that! In a store if you hear mahal, it often means the latter. Here, it was meant as a term of affection. The reason Abbey would pay is that for Abbey to have that much money would in and of itself, be unusual. Mitch is without more than a five-peso coin when we met her. It is Abbey's way of saying, 'things are very different here.'

Mitch's eye get big when Abbey withdraws the ₱500 note to pay for the food but she makes no comment. She proceeds to wolf it all down and then she leans back, burps and laughs out loud.

Mitch looks at the three of us and asks, Where do we live?

With that, the Visayan dialect is in full force as the three of them chat up a storm all the way back by taxi.

When we get back to the compound, Joy takes care of unlocking the gate, getting us all in and relocking it completely. Once inside Mitch asks if we are the only ones who live here. Joy takes a long look at me and says, oo5, for now.

It is time I take Joy aside. I tell her about Jun. Once she has the story, she only asks, May I talk to her?

I pull my cell phone out and speak to Jun, before handing the phone to Joy. This conversation is in Tagalog and Joy is welcoming Jun into the family. She tells Jun that I am a good man and that I have already made sure they have all they need. I am only hearing one side of the conversation, and as it is Tagalog, I don't know what is being said anyway. I only catch a few words but by the tenor of Joy's voice it sounds OK to me. She tells Jun that we have a farm; a big one. She is excited, animated and happy.

When the call ends, Joy looks at me and asks, how many more?

None that I expect, how about you?

Joy laughs. Maybe one more but you will like her. She is Mitch's older sister. Angel is nineteen. She laughs again. You better live a long time Jake!

I ask Joy when Angel is going to appear and if she does not think she needs to ask my permission for any of this.

Joy looks at me with big eyes filled with fear. I tell them to go home if you want mahal. I am sorry to make mistake.

I smile at her. No, Joy no one is being sent home, but after Angel, no more additions unless you come to me first and I agree. You understand?

Joy takes a deep breath, her head help down a little and answers me. Opo Jake. I make no more orders unless you agree.

I just say, Mabuti.

The younger ones are in the house. Abbey is giving Mitch the tour. When they get done I remind the girls that as this is my last night at home for about two months, I will be spending the early evening getting to know Mitch, following that Joy and Abbey should also join me.

We find two double beds in the house. We will order other beds later. But for now these two have been pushed together. So Mitch and I enter the only bedroom with beds.

Mitch, are you expecting me to take your virginity tonight?

Opo.

Is that what you want?

Opo, if you let me stay with you.

Will you obey me?

Opo.

Then Mitch it is time for you to take your clothing off.

She does and I am not disappointed. I take a picture of Mitch and later I save it to my computer where I will look at it from time to time. It is a simple photograph, but it captures the sweet innocence of the girl just before I take her. Mitch is all sorts of ready until the moment comes, then she is all sorts of worried or scared. I cannot tell which and so, naked though she is and laying on the bed ready for me, I stop.

Mitch I will not take your virginity with you shaking like this. There is nothing wrong with deciding this life is not for you. I will give you money for the ride home, give you money for food both on the ride home and for you and your father for the month. Would you like to go home? It is really OK if you do.

Hindi, Sir Jake. I am not scared, I am worried that I will not be good enough for you and you will tell me to go home. Sir Jake, I do not want to go home. I want to stay with you. Please don't send me home. I am young. I do not know how to please you or even what to do.

Before I tell you how Mitch and I make love, please keep in mind that I am still that overweight 58 year-old. I still have to take Viagra to get it up and I really do snore. And the girl sitting on my bed is a very cute girl, not close to being a woman. She is looking at me and telling me she wants me to take her virginity. That is in a country where virginity is important. Also keep in mind that I already have a beautiful 32 year-old and another thirteen year old in the next room plus a seventeen year old on another island. I have already taken two virgins this trip.

At this point, I am sure I am the luckiest bastard in the world. I know that is not what I should expect out of life, but I am not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I undress and slide on to the bed next to Mitch and I put my arms around her, pulling her to me; her skin against me. There is no resistance. In fact there will not be one moment of resistance the entire time. I taste her breasts, her hairless pussy, her back, and her lips. I explore her pussy and her ass with my fingers. She is wet all on her own and I do enter her. She is tight, but not tighter than was Abbey. I run into her hymen. She winces in pain. She urges me to break it and make her my girl. I pull back a little and ram down, ripping through her hymen. She cries out, Aray!6 I am through and I stay at bottom for her to relax a bit.

Now slowly we start a gentle tempo and the noises from Mitch become mewing sounds. We are in no rush to finish and the slow, steady fucking has us both happy, but not orgasmic. As we fuck, Mitch starts asking me questions. Will I love her? Do I think she's pretty? Do I love her cousin Abbey? Can she live with me forever? Will I pay for her to go to school? Do I want babies? I answer yes, yes, yes, yes, and oh yes.

Good, give me a baby Sir Jake. I think this is a good time.

And that gets my fire going; Mitch also picks up the tempo. We are not doing anything special. This is straight ahead fucking; Mitch and I, working on making a baby. She whispers in my ear, Give your baby now!

And that does it, I blow my load inside Mitch. When I pull out, not a damn drop is going to dribble out as she does all but a headstand to keep the cum running in the right direction. Still upside down, Mitch looks at me and says, I am going to be your best girl. You will see. No one will ever love you as good as me!

Even though I have only met her a few hours ago, I have no doubt that she means every word.

After sliding on a pair of shorts on, I go to the door and open it a little. Mitch is still on the bed with feet against the wall and in the air. As I stick my head out, Joy sees me and asks if I am hungry. I am and so after a few words of thanks and encouragement to Mitch, who is not hungry, I put a shirt and sandals on and head to the dining area. I ask, What is for supper? The answer is a Sitaw and Pork Adobo, and Eggplant cooked in Coconut Milk with garlic and sautéed onions. There is a desert of Leche Flan. (Sitaw is the Tagalog name for what you might call Chinese Long Beans.) Of course, there is a copious amount of rice on the table. The meal is beyond delicious! (masarap!7) Who knew she could cook so well?

While we are eating, Mitch in a borrowed robe from Abbey, joins us with a big smile. She takes some rice and adobe, but between bites takes center stage.

I will have the first baby here! I will be the first mother to Jake's children.

There are both howls and laughs from Abbey and Joy, but there is also, as of now, a race to become pregnant. I have no idea if I can get anyone pregnant. There was a time when I could, but I haven't fathered a child in decades. For all I know I am shooting blanks. Though it is a fantasy, it is not a priority. I assumed that I might have one or two more if it was possible. But a contest? We will see. And how do I deal with children from children? There are midwives here ... but the kids still have to have birth certificates. I do not want to spend my days in prison. This is going to take some research.

Before we leave the table, I chose to address them all at the same time. Girls, I came from the US to see if I might find a wife and maybe a mistress and return to the US. I am not going to do that.

They just stare. I continued.

I will be moving here and live with you here. I could never get you all to the USA, but if I stay here we can all be together. Does anyone have a problem with my decision?

No one says anything for a bit. Joy is the one who eventually speaks, Are you saying we will all live together here forever as a family, each of us girls your mistress? Hindi Ganda?

I answer with a simple, Yes.

Mabuti, we are your girls.

That last night I have something I had never had before and had never even dreamed of having. It is a foursome in bed. It is as unlikely as it is outrageous fun. I cannot begin to describe it because I am at the bottom of the pile. Half the time I have no idea who is holding my cock, or whose tit is in my face. All I know is that I go to sleep a happy man with three girls in my bed, all happy and committed to the plan. And to think, three weeks prior and for more than a few years prior, the closest I was to a pussy was my right hand. Who knew?