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Kelly's Adventures - Part 1 of 3 - (M/F, oral, cons)

by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2001 - Dorsai@mail.com


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Part Two


The next morning, while we were having breakfast, I asked Kelly
to keep Marlyn distracted for a couple of minutes after Bhoy
showed up. She asked why, and I told her that there was just
something I wanted to talk to him about. She knew I was up to
something, but didn't bother trying to find out what it was.

All of us were ready and waiting in the lobby of the hotel
shortly after 9:30; little before ten o'clock, Bhoy pulled up in
front of the hotel. We quickly had the luggage loaded, and Kelly
and Marlyn took their traditional seats in the van. I stayed back
with Bhoy, and when he closed the tailgate to the van, told him
"There's something I'd like your help with, if you would."

He looked at me blankly, and I said "Bhoy, I know your English is
better than you pretend. When we left Manila, you laughed at my
joke, without Marlyn having to translate it for you. Since then,
whenever I've asked Marlyn to have you take us someplace, I've
seen that you were already starting to do it before she started
telling you. If you want to pretend not to understand or speak
English, that's fine with me - that's your choice. All I'm asking
you for is a little help when we get to the hotel in San
Fernando."

He didn't say anything, but didn't move away, either, so I went
on to tell him "We're going there so Marlyn can have some time -
a few days - with her niece, Marilyn. I'd like the two of them to
have as much time together as possible, so I want to pay for her
niece to stay with her in the hotel; but I think she's going to
try to stop me. The help I would like from you is just for you to
listen while she gets our rooms, and if she doesn't include her
niece, to let me know - I'll do the arguing with her."

He grinned at that, but didn't say anything as he turned to head
for the driver's seat. I went around the other direction, and
took my seat next to Kelly. Marlyn didn't seem to notice that I'd
been anywhere *near* Bhoy, since the two of them were engrossed
in conversation when I got in and closed the van door behind me.

An hour and a half later, we were pulling up in front of a
smallish hotel in the suburbs of San Fernando. All of us got out
and went into the lobby - Kelly and I stayed a little distance
off while Bhoy positioned himself a few feet from her. I
discretely watched Bhoy, and saw him use a Filipino gesture to
indicate that there was something needing my attention at the
desk. I made my way over to where Marlyn was and asked "So what
is the damage?", inquiring about the rates.

She told me what it would cost for us to stay there for the 3
days we'd agreed on during the trip, and I pulled out my wallet.
As I was counting out the money, I asked her "Is that including
your niece?"

She immediately got the fire in her eyes I'd seen the night
before, and told me "No! It is too expensive."

I counted out an additional 30 percent, and handed it to the
manager. When he picked it up, I told him "There will be another
person. Miss Ramos' niece will be staying with her, too."

Marlyn tried to protest, but I just stood there and looked at her
until she finally ran out of steam. Next she tried to argue with
the manager; he just looked at her as though she'd suddenly
sprouted antlers. She was still aggravated with me, but had
settled down when I told her "I've given him the money. The rooms
are paid for. Now, let's unload our bags so we can go get your
niece."

She tried to stomp off, but there simply wasn't enough of her for
her to really pull it off - though it was still fun to watch. I
moved to follow her, and as I passed Bhoy, I told him "salamat
po!" - getting a grin and nod in return.

Half an hour later, we found ourselves in front of the orphanage.
Bhoy, Kelly, and I all stayed in the van so that Marlyn could
have some private time with Marilyn. We'd been waiting -
patiently - for about an hour when we saw Marlyn coming toward
us, her niece at her side. As it turned out, they weren't quite
ready for lunch yet; rather, they wanted to show us around the
orphanage. Kelly and I quickly accepted, while Bhoy passed in
favor of a nap in the van.

I didn't KNOW what to expect, but had a fair suspicion of what
we'd find. Kelly kept her composure, though I could see how much
it hurt her to see the conditions the kids were living in:
crowded, barely adequate food, many of the younger ones dressed
in third- or fourth-generation hand-me-downs. Even the clothing
worn by the older kids was obviously worn.

Kelly and I both had plenty of time to take a closer look at
Marilyn. She was clearly intelligent and fun-loving, even if she
obviously didn't get much chance to enjoy herself. Roughly four
feet tall and slender, she bore a clear resemblance to Marlyn.
Though her dress was slightly too large for her, I thought I
could see the first faint swellings on her chest and the slight
narrowing of her waist that would soon define her figure. She was
shy with both of us, me more than Kelly.

After we'd had our informal tour of the place, the staff readily
agreed to let Marilyn stay with Marlyn - I suspected that they
were just as happy to not have to stretch their meager food
supply to include another mouth. The two of them had a brief
conversation in Tagalog, and when it was over, Marilyn was
clearly delighted to be able to stay with her aunt for a few
days. As we made our way back to the van, I saw that Marlyn had
decided to forgive me when she gave me a look of gratitude.

Bhoy was waiting for us, and greeted Marilyn as she got into the
van - sitting on the other side of Kelly, away from me. She
responded in kind, if a bit shyly. Apparently, the idea of two
Americans in her life was somewhat overwhelming for her.

After leaving the orphanage, we quickly decided that some lunch
was called for. Opinions were solicited, and we decided to go
with Marilyn's tentative suggestion: a Filipino fast-food place
with the improbable name of Jollibee's. Kelly and I were both
pleasantly surprised to find the food rather good. While Kelly
and I quietly talked, Marlyn and Bhoy were discussing something
else. Marilyn was too busy wrapping herself around some spaghetti
(Kelly and I were both amazed at how popular it was in the
Philippines) to say anything.

When all of us were relatively full, I mentioned that I'd like to
spend the next day at the beach. Kelly seconded the idea, and
went on to say that Marlyn and Marilyn were both welcome to join
us. Marlyn looked a bit hesitant, but Kelly quickly assured her
that we wanted to get to know Marilyn, too. She thought it over a
bit - getting some whispered input from Marilyn - and eventually
agreed.

Kelly's next suggested that the three of them go shopping. Marlyn
readily accepted THAT idea, though Marilyn looked a bit
reluctant.

Kelly seemed to know what the problem was, and asked Marlyn "Does
the orphanage accept donations?"

"Oh, yes!" was the answer, "That is often the only way they can
get the things they need."

"Then I'd like to get some clothing for the children there -
*all* of them."

Marlyn easily understood what Kelly was getting at, and told her
"I think that would be fine. I know that they would appreciate it
very much."

That settled, I tossed in my own thoughts: "I do *not* want to go
shopping with you three - I know who'd wind up carrying all the
packages. How about if we find someplace where I can sit outside
and drink beer, but is close to some stores? That way, when your
arms get full, you can just put the stuff in the van, and go back
at it while you leave me in peace?"

Kelly laughed, as did Marlyn, and both of them cheerfully agreed.
I went on to say "Marlyn, if Bhoy wants, he's welcome to join me.
I trust him not to drink too much, and I'm not looking for
someone to talk to - just drink beer with."

Marlyn had a quick conversation with Bhoy, then told me "He says
that sounds like a good idea to him, too - he doesn't want to
carry packages, either!" with a laugh.

With our plans for the afternoon settled, we all decided that
some ice cream was called for - Marilyn being the most happy at
the idea. Kelly and I both suspected that she didn't get much in
the way of treats in the orphanage.

Refreshed from the ice cream, we all again piled into the van -
Marilyn still careful to keep her distance from me, though not
*quite* as shy. Marlyn directed Bhoy to a medium-sized shopping
mall toward the center of town; across the street from it was a
chain restaurant where Bhoy and I could sit outside and drink.
Bhoy parked the van so that the shoppers could find it easily,
and we all headed to our self-assigned duties.

Bhoy and I spent the next four hours sitting on the patio of the
restaurant, drinking beer under the shade of a large patio
umbrella. Between the shade and the light breeze, it was a
pleasant way to spend the afternoon. Neither of us felt any
obligation to say anything except to order another round from our
exceptionally cute waitress - both of us were content to simply
sit there and watch the world go by.

We were interrupted only once, when Marlyn came over to complain
to me "Kelly is spending too much! She is buying clothes for
*everybody* at the orphanage!"

My only response was a calm "Okay". She looked at me closely, to
see if I was drunk; seeing that I wasn't, she realized that I
really didn't CARE how much money Kelly was spending, and gave up
- to go shopping some more.

By the time the three of them came to get us, I was giving some
thought to supper; when Bhoy and I got to the van, we saw that
they'd obviously had a REAL good time shopping: there was barely
enough room for all of us in the van.

At my suggestion - and with Marlyn's agreement - our first stop
on the way back to the hotel was at the orphanage. There, we
unloaded about 95 percent of the stuff from the van - and
becoming instant celebrities while the people that ran it
repeatedly assured us that they would be praying for us. Marlyn
told me that the rest would go back with Marilyn.

With a little more room for people, the ride back to the hotel
was a bit more comfortable. I saw Marilyn watching us as Kelly
quietly hugged my arm as thanks for letting her help the kids in
the orphanage.

Back at the hotel, we all paused in the lobby as I told Marlyn
"You and Marilyn are welcome to join us for supper, if you want.
But Kelly and I will both understand if you want to have some
time for just yourselves, too."

Marlyn nodded her understanding, and thanks, and I went on to
tell her "We'll be leaving here for a restaurant about 6:30?" -
the last a question to Kelly, who agreed - "If you want to go
with us, we'll meet you here then. If you're not here, that's
fine, and we'll see you in the morning."

When I was done, Bhoy said something to Marlyn, who told us "Bhoy
says that there are several nice places to eat about two blocks
from here, to the west. This is a quiet area, so you don't have
to worry about any trouble. If you want to go someplace else, he
will be happy to drive you."

Kelly and I shared a look, and I said "No, that will be okay. We
can walk a couple of blocks. He can go ahead and take the evening
off and have fun."

She relayed the message to him, and he left us with a smile.

Kelly and I started to head for our room when Marlyn reached out
a hand to touch my arm. When I stopped, Kelly did too, and the
two of us turned to face her again. Hesitantly, she told us "I...
I wanted to thank you. Not just for helping me, but the
orphanage, too. You have been very kind to me, and Marilyn. I
think maybe TOO kind" - that with a reproachful look at Kelly,
who ignored it - "It isn't often that I get to meet Americans
that are as kind and generous as you are. And I understand, now,
what you meant when you told me in Manila that you are not the
kind of people that take advantage of others, or hurt people. So
I want to apologize again for my suspicions that night - now I
know how wrong they were."

Kelly responded by telling her "It's okay, Marlyn. All that
matters to us is that we're able to help."

Marlyn looked at both of us carefully for a few moments, then
gave a small nod of her head before we all headed to our
respective rooms.

Back up in our room, Kelly quickly moved to hug me after we'd
closed the door behind us.

"That was *so* happy to see them together!" she exclaimed as she
started to cry.

"Yeah, it WAS nice", I answered.

"Marilyn is so _cute_! You can look at Marlyn and just KNOW what
she's going to look like when she gets older. But that *place*,
that orphanage! I don't know how they manage to keep it going!"

"I know. But we'll be sending them money - and more than just
fifty bucks a month! All the stuff we - you! - bought will help a
lot, too. We're going to find out what else they could use right
away before we leave, and see that they get it. After we get
back, there are some other things I plan to send them, too."

"Marlyn tried to tell me that I was buying too much" - "She tried
to tell me the same thing; I just ignored it." I told her - "but
I could tell that she was still having fun. Did you see that
dress Marilyn was wearing when we were done?"

"Yeah, I saw it. She seems pretty shy, so I didn't think I'd
better say anything about it."

"Oh, she's shy all right - but just around you. She was SO happy
while we were shopping - talking to Marlyn and me, both. I was
surprised at how good her English is; we didn't have any trouble
understanding each other. She didn't *ask* for anything, but I
could always tell when there was something she really liked.
Marlyn stopped me most of the time, but I still managed to get
her a couple of special things, just for her. Marlyn told me that
Marilyn thinks you're handsome - guapo, right?"

I nodded, and she went on "She wants to thank you for helping
her, but she's not sure how. I told her that she didn't have to,
but she *really* wants to. Is it okay if I tell her it's okay to
kiss you? At least on the cheek?"

I grinned, and told Kelly "You know I'm always willing to accept
a kiss from a pretty girl. Yeah, I think a kiss on the cheek
would be okay here - she's still young enough that nobody would
think anything about it. You should probably check with Marlyn,
though, just to make sure."

"I will."

Both of us got undressed and went in to take a shower. As I'd
predicted in Manila, we'd had far more showers in tepid water
than hot - and a couple of them were outright cold. So we'd
gotten into the habit of showering together so that we could
eliminate the risk of one of us freezing when even the tepid
water ran out.

We'd also learned not to dawdle in the shower - there was never
any telling just how much water there was.

The net effect was that we had plenty of time to clean up and
change clothes before heading for the lobby area. We got there
about twenty after six, and gave Marlyn ten minutes past the
agreed-on deadline before going out to eat. As Bhoy had said,
there were a number of places to eat just a couple blocks from
the hotel. We talked it over, and decided that the fast food from
lunch had hit a pleasant spot, so we settled on Kentucky Fried
Chicken. It was most definitely a change of pace from the
fresh-cooked, low-fat Filipino food we'd had the last few weeks.
Not necessarily a good change, though - just a change.

There were a few stores nearby, and the two of us did a little
shopping. I settled on a couple of nice Barong Tagalog shirts
(similar to the Latin guayabera, a loose outside-the-pants shirt
with embroidered designs) and a few carved wooden figurines.
Kelly chose some pretty seashell jewelry that was surprisingly
inexpensive.

By the time we'd finished our shopping, it was still relatively
early, but we headed back toward the hotel anyway. Along the way,
we stopped at a sari-sari store to re-hydrate with a Coke. I'd
explained to Kelly on the flight over that a sari-sari store is
essentially a small booth where the owner sold small quantities
of a relatively few popular items at mildly inflated prices -
think of an entire convenience store scaled down to half the size
of a one-car garage. The owner never got rich, but seldom went
broke, either; you could buy anything from a single cigarette to
a kilo of rice, which made them fairly popular.

Once we were back in the hotel room, and had our purchases tucked
away, we got undressed to enjoy the relative coolness of the room
as we watched some TV. When it came time for the news, we shut
the set off and snuggled up to each other. I didn't mind in the
slightest when I felt Kelly reach down to take my penis in hand,
since I already had a hand cupped around one of her breasts.

I kissed her softly on the cheek as I ran my thumb across her
nipple, feeling it growing slightly under my attentions. Kelly
responded by giving my penis a few gentle squeezes, then stroking
it a bit as I began to grow in her hand. When I moved to kiss her
cheek again, Kelly turned her head so that our lips met. From
that initial contact, our lips soon parted so that we could duel
with each other's tongues. I continued to grow under Kelly's
tender care, even as I felt her nipple getting even longer and
harder under my hand. After a bit, I moved my hand to her other
breast to bring it up to speed with the first as Kelly continued
to stroke me toward erection while we kissed.

We'd already made love several times during the trip, but this
one was special. I knew that Kelly's desire for us to make love
wasn't triggered by the money she'd spent. Rather, I'd encouraged
her to express her concern for, and interest in, others; so she
was physically expressing the love she had for me, just as we had
used our hearts and pockets to show others our love and concern
for them. 
As I felt myself getting close to being completely hard, I let my
hand ease its way down Kelly's body, ending up at the soft, dark
cloud between her thighs. She readily spread her legs for me so
that I could draw a finger between her wet and extended labia. As
it passed over the entrance to her womanhood, I could feel how
hot and wet she was inside. I repeated my actions a few more
times; with each pass, I let my finger dip a little deeper into
her. By the time I finally let my finger slide into her slick
opening, Kelly was panting slightly with her arousal and
caressing my full-blown erection with more and more insistence.

When I knew she was completely ready for me, I slowly pulled my
finger free of the clasp of her vaginal muscles. Despite all the
times that we'd taken pleasure in each other's bodies, she still
felt wonderfully hot and tight to me.

With my finger free of her intimate grasp, she quickly pulled my
hand up so that she could take my finger into her mouth to clean
her own juices from it. When she'd removed even the faintest
taste of herself from it, she let me pull it free of her lips
with a soft `pop' before giving me a wanton, lecherous grin.

Kelly went on to put a hand on my chest to nudge me over onto my
back; once there, she moved over me to start kissing her way down
my body until she got as far as my penis. She locked eyes with me
before slowly lowering her head to take the head of my penis into
her mouth. To my surprise, she only held me there for a few
seconds - just long enough to give me a thorough coating of her
saliva before raising herself up again to straddle my hips. Once
in position, she took me into her hand and held me in place as
she lowered herself onto my still-glistening member. With only a
couple of tries, she had me completely inside her, moaning her
pleasure when she felt our pubic hair mesh.

After a few seconds, she leaned forward to make her breasts
available to me. Firm as they were the first time I sampled them,
her breasts were a delight to the eye: a trifle larger than a
B-cup, they were smooth and without blemish. Her areolas were
relatively small and puckered with her arousal. They, in turn,
were capped by the hard pebbles of her nipples. I happily took
the end of one of her breasts in my mouth and started sucking on
it - which brought a soft moan of pleasure from Kelly. When I'd
drawn her nipple and areola to form little volcanoes in my mouth,
I switched over to do the same to the other. As I was doing all
this, I was also letting my hands wander across her body -
caressing her sides and hips, back and butt, legs and arms. I
could never touch her without again marveling at how smooth and
soft and clear her skin was.

While I was nursing at her breasts and delighting at the feel of
her under my hands, Kelly started moving over me slightly by
beginning a slow, short hunching motion on my penis. Moving
barely an inch along my member, she was consciously using her
internal muscles to clench herself around me - using her vagina
to milk my erection the way a farmer would milk a cow: relaxing
herself as she lowered herself onto me, then tightening around me
as she lifted herself up again.

The sensations she was creating felt exquisite (!!), so it wasn't
long before I was willing to release her nipple from my mouth and
let her raise her body so that she was sitting over me again. I
was able to reach up and cup her breasts in my hand while she
slowly increased the extent of her movements over me; before
long, she was sliding herself along my entire length, with only
the head of my erection staying inside her. Her motions were
still slow and languorous; I knew that I wasn't making love to
her - SHE was making love to ME. Even as I was savoring the
sensations she was creating around me, I couldn't help but
contemplate my good fortune that such a warm, loving,
intelligent, and *attractive* young woman would choose to give
herself to someone nearly twice her age.

For perhaps ten minutes we stayed like that, with Kelly's actions
steadily increasing our mutual arousal and pleasure. She leaned
forward several times to let me lick and suck on her breasts and
nipples as she continued her self-impalements on my male spear.
Only a couple of times was I tempted to contribute more to our
excitement. Both times, I easily dismissed the mild urge; our
lovemaking like this was Kelly's gift to me, and I had no desire
to interfere. Instead, I accepted the love and affection and
pleasure that she was offering me, in the spirit that she was
giving them - and it only made me fall in love with her all over
again.

Other than our soft pants of arousal and an occasional moan of
pleasure, our lovemaking was silent - and somehow, the more
personal and intimate because of it. The only way I knew Kelly
was keeping pace with my own steadily increasing excitement was
how she was getting even hotter and tighter around me. She was
creating more than ample fluids to keep us lubricated: I could
feel my pubic hair getting matted from the overflow of her
feminine oils, and the room was thick with the scent of her.

Several more wonderful minutes passed, and I could feel myself
slowly approaching my climax. I knew that Kelly was as aroused as
I was - if not more - from the deep blush of arousal that started
at her shoulders and ran all the way down to the upper slopes of
her breasts. Too, I could feel her beginning to lose control over
her internal muscles: rather than tightening herself around me
only when she was lifting herself off of me, it was happening
more and more often at other times, as well.

As she (and I!) got closer and closer to release, her actions on
me lost some of their stately pace. Rather than ten or twelve
seconds for her to complete a cycle of catch-and-release, it was
now five or six - and ever so slowly decreasing. A few more
minutes, and I could feel myself approaching the brink; it wasn't
going to be much longer before I filled her with my seed.

Kelly seemed to *know* how close I was, and _deliberately_ slowed
her movements again - both extending, and deepening, my pleasure.
But there comes a point where there's no stopping the inevitable:
Kelly lowered herself onto me again, and when she tightened
herself around me, I couldn't help but start flooding her with my
seed. Her eyes flew open when she felt it, and I saw as she
clamped her mouth shut to stop from screaming her own release.
Instead, she only emitted a long, deep groan of pleasure as I
felt her insides start spasming around me while I continued to
empty myself into her in long, powerful jets of ecstasy.

After the first tsunami of release had passed through her, Kelly
let herself lean forward to put her hands on my chest. Using her
arms to support herself, I felt - and watched - as a succession
of powerful waves of orgasmic bliss took her over. Only after the
fourth or fifth had run their course was there any noticeable
decrease in their power as I felt myself deposit the last little
bit of my available semen in her.

Gasping for breath - as I was - Kelly lowered herself to lay on
me as *relatively* minor tremors rippled through her body.
Despite emptying myself in her, I was still semi-erect -
something that clearly pleased _both_ of us.

When I'd caught my breath, I started giving her small, tender
kisses as a way to help her find a solid point of reference. In a
couple of minutes, she was recovered enough to start returning
them; we spent the next little while content to be in such close
contact with each other. Neither of us felt any need to talk:
both of us had felt the deep intimacy and affection of our
passion, so we were content to simply continue exchanging soft,
gentle, LOVING kisses. Only when my penis softened enough to pull
free of her did Kelly move; and even then, it was only so she
could roll off of me to lie on her back next to me. I moved to
lie on my side, and put my arm across her to give her a hug
before simply holding her close.

Kelly had been the one to put the effort into our lovemaking, so
I wasn't surprised as I watched her fall asleep. Careful not to
disturb her, I went into the bathroom and got a damp washcloth
and towel, bringing them back to the bed with me. I gently
cleaned our combined juices from between her thighs, taking care
not to disturb her, before drying her. I went on to clean myself
up, and took the cloth and towel back into the bathroom before
getting back into bed with her. I moved to lie on my side next to
her again. When she felt me next to her, she woke slightly and
lifted her legs a bit in invitation for me to curl up next to her
so she could let them drape over mine - the effect being that she
would be `sitting' on my `lap'. It was her favorite way for us to
cuddle, and I quickly moved to do as she wanted. With a murmur of
happiness, she wriggled a bit closer to me before I rested my arm
on her body. I put my hand over her breast, and she made noises
of contentment before falling asleep again.

I couldn't help but lay there for a little bit, watching her as
she slept. I don't know how long it was before I joined her in
the land of Nod.

-----

She woke up the next morning to see me watching her. The
situation had been the reverse often enough that she didn't offer
any protest. Instead, she gave me a beatific smile before
stretching; I was close enough to hear joins pop and muscles
creak. Reinvigorated, she turned her head so the two of us could
share a friendly good-morning kiss.

We were still in the same position we'd been when we fell asleep
the night before - aside from my hand on her OTHER breast - and
she told me "This has GOT to be the best way for ANYONE to wake
up: snuggling with the person they love most in the whole world,
after making such *wonderful* love with that person the night
before."

I just smiled at her, and answered "Yup. Right pleasant, isn't
it?"

I saw her get slightly distracted for a moment before she gave me
another one of her patented I-Love-You smiles as she told me "You
are *such* a dear to clean me up after last night. I was going to
rest a minute after I laid down, but I fell asleep."

"I noticed" - she stuck her tongue out at me, so I kissed it
before I went on - "I didn't want you to wake up `icky', and I
didn't have the heart to wake you up after you did all the work"
- "It wasn't work, it was _fun_!" - "so I went ahead and took
care of it."

"Well, thank you anyway."

We stayed like that for maybe half an hour before Kelly noticed
the time, telling me "I think we need to clean up and get ready
to hit the beach, dear. Especially since I'm going to want a BIG
breakfast so I can get my energy back from last night!"

I leaned over so we could share another kiss before I detoured to
kiss the end of her breast - watching her nipple rise up in
greeting when I did - before we managed to drag ourselves out of
bed and head for the bathroom.

Cleaned, dried, and with out suits on underneath our street
clothes, we headed for the lobby, where we found Marlyn and
Marilyn heading for the door. Kelly got their attention, and when
they saw who it was, smiled as they waited the few seconds for us
to catch up. On the way to the restaurant area, I noticed that
Marilyn seemed a little more relaxed around me - even to the
point of being willing to actually walk NEXT to me, instead of on
the other side of Kelly, or next to Marlyn. I gently nudged
Kelly, and when she looked at me, I gestured toward Marilyn and
indicated that Kelly should keep her busy. Kelly happily agreed,
and started talking to her. I got Marlyn's attention, and she
slowed a bit so that the two of us were a few feet behind where
Kelly and Marilyn were talking.

I told Marlyn "Marilyn seems a little happier and more relaxed
today."

Marlyn smiled, and said "Yes, she is. This is the first time that
we've really been able to spend more than just a day together - I
told her last night that we would be here a couple more days, and
she's very happy."

"She doesn't seem to be afraid of me so much, either."

Marlyn looked surprised, and said "Oh, no, she isn't afraid of
you! You're just the first man to pay any attention to her -
except those in the orphanage, and they aren't really *nice*. She
was just very shy yesterday, is all. While we were shopping, she
asked me several questions about you, and even told me that she
thinks you're `guapo' - handsome. She just wasn't sure about you.
Last night, she told me that she saw Kelly hug your arm, and
decided that if a nice person like Kelly cared for you, then you
were probably nice, too."

By that time, we were close enough to the restaurants that Kelly
turned to see if Marlyn and I were done talking. Seeing that we
were, she got Marilyn involved in helping us pick out a place for
breakfast. It didn't take long to make a decision - I think all
of us were too hungry to fuss about it.

Inside the restaurant, I was mildly surprised when Marilyn
decided that she was willing to sit next to me, across from
Kelly. Marlyn smiled at me when I looked at her, and took her
place across the table from me. Again, it didn't take us long to
decide on what we wanted - and true to her word, Kelly ordered a
fair-sized breakfast, surprising Marlyn and Marilyn. As Kelly was
eating, she saw Marlyn watching her a bit, and turned so the two
of them could share a Look. Marlyn quickly looked over at me when
it was done, then blushed slightly. Apparently, Kelly had gotten
the idea across that *I* was the cause of her increased appetite
- and why.

I took the opportunity to try starting a conversation
ith Marilyn. Shy and hesitant at first, she eventually got used
to my attention on her so that she was able to respond to me with
more than short, simple sentences. Still, I was surprised when
she took my hand as we were heading back for the hotel after
breakfast. Kelly and Marlyn both noticed, and grinned at me when
I looked at them.

Back in the hotel lobby, Kelly asked Marlyn if she and Marilyn
had to change clothes; Marlyn answered that they had their suits
on under their dresses - that there really wasn't anyplace to
change at the beach itself. A few minutes later, Bhoy showed up
with the van. We quickly went upstairs to collect our beach
things before piling in for the trip to the beach. On the way, I
cautioned Kelly about making sure she kept plenty of sunscreen on
- relating how I'd fallen asleep near a swimming pool shortly
after being stationed in the Philippines. After only an hour in
the sun, I'd burned so badly that even the soles of my FEET had
blistered and peeled. Kelly solemnly nodded her understanding,
and started applying suntan lotion while we were still en route.

Once at the beach, it didn't take us long to get set up. The
manager of the hotel had generously loaned us a beach umbrella,
so we had a shady place to rest near the water. Bhoy had brought
along his own things, and set himself up several feet away -
close enough to help if needed, but far enough to not intrude.
Kelly and Marlyn both looked shocked when he took off his shirt,
revealing a torso that bore mute testimony to his military
experience: I saw where he'd been hit by bullets a couple of
times, and what could only have been a knife wound along his
ribcage. Kelly looked at me, and I just shrugged before telling
her "Marlyn told us he was retired from the Philippine army.
Soldiering isn't what you could call a safe occupation." Kelly
gave him another look before shuddering slightly.

While Kelly and I had been occupied, Marlyn and Marilyn had
shucked their outerwear to reveal their choice in swimsuits. Both
were modest one-piece numbers, though rather colorful. As I'd
suspected, Marilyn's suit revealed the fact that she was in
transition from young girl to young woman: there was a noticeable
swelling at the top of her suit, with a corresponding narrowness
at the waist. Her small, firm butt was set on a pair of long,
slender legs. For her part, Marlyn revealed that she was most
definitely female: her bust was smaller than Kelly's, but on her
smaller frame, it looked quite nice, as did the gentle curve of
her waist and hips. Smooth, nicely-turned legs framed the slight
mound of her mons.

Kelly followed their example, showing them that she was sporting
a brightly-colored VERY modest bikini. I could see Marlyn looking
at her a bit enviously; Marilyn was simply dumb-struck. I took
off my shirt and dropped my walking shorts to show that I was
content with a pair of boxer-type swim trunks. From the corner of
my eye, I could see Marlyn giving me the once-over - to Kelly's
discrete amusement.

Finally ready to get wet, I announced "Last one in the water is a
rotten egg!" - and made a mad dash for the ocean. Kelly wasn't
far behind me, while Marlyn and Marilyn got lost in the
translation - but quickly got into the spirit of the thing to
follow our example. I, then Kelly, dove in and swam a little ways
out in the warm, clean water. When we looked back, we saw that
Marlyn was keeping Marilyn company closer to shore. Kelly and I
splashed around for a little bit, then swam back toward the
others. When we were close enough, we got our feet under
ourselves and walked over to where they were standing in the
knee-deep (to Marilyn) water.

I asked Marlyn "Is everything okay?"

She smiled shyly, and told me "I'm not such a good swimmer, and
Marilyn doesn't know how, at all."

Marilyn was staring down toward where her feet were during this,
and I squatted down a bit to ask "Marilyn? Would you like Kelly
and me to help you learn how to swim?"

She hesitated a little, before she shyly admitted that shewould.

I squatted down some more, and told her "I think you are pretty
brave. The first time I tried to learn how to swim, I was so
afraid that I couldn't even move."

She looked up at me for a moment, and I nodded to assure her that
it was true. I went on to tell her "I know it's kind of scary,
but I'll be RIGHT HERE with you the whole time, okay?"

She smiled a bit, and nodded her agreement before I told her "If
you want to hold my hand, we can go out a little more so we can
get started, okay?" as I stuck my hand out.

She took it, and walked next to me as she, Kelly, and I slowly
moved to where the water was a little deeper. She started getting
nervous when it was hip-deep on her, and all but petrified when
it was past her waist. I stopped us there, and told her "The
first thing I want to show you is that you aren't in any danger,
okay?"

She looked at me as though she KNEW I was lying through my teeth,
but gamely agreed. I said "If you don't mind, I want to hold you
in my arms to do it. Is that okay?"

She looked to Marlyn who was a few feet closer to shore, but
could still hear us - Marlyn indicated that it was okay, and
Marilyn told me that I could.

I carefully squatted down to take her into my arms, one behind
her knees, the other across her back. Nervously, she put her arms
around my neck, holding tight. I could still breathe after a
fashion, so I didn't say anything to her about it. What I DID
tell her was "That's fine. Do you feel how the water is kind of
holding you up?"

She said she could, and I went on "What I want to show you is
that the water will hold ALL of you up, so that you can breathe,
even if you aren't actually doing anything. I'm going to squat
down a little bit, and you'll feel the water holding you up when
I do. I am NOT going to let go of you - you will still be able to
feel me touching you. Okay?"

She wasn't entirely sure about what I was suggesting, but willing
to give it a TRY. I slowly lowered myself in the water, making
sure that she could feel my touch on her as she got lighter and
lighter in my arms. Finally, she was floating, my arms barely
making contact with her. She still had her arms wrapped around my
neck, but she'd finally relaxed enough that I was able to breathe
normally. We stayed like that for a minute or so before I began
to stand up, taking her weight in my arms again.

Reasonably sure that she wasn't going to instantly sink to the
bottom like a brick, Marilyn was considerably calmer by the time
I was standing upright again.

We repeated the lesson a couple more times; with each iteration,
Marilyn seemed that much more comfortable in the water - even
letting go of my neck for the last pass.

Sneaky devil that I was, each time I took her weight in my arms
again, I was taking another step into deeper water. When she let
go of me for the last floating lesson, I figured she was ready
for the final exam. I told her "I'm going to let go of you now,
but I'm going to do it VERY SLOWLY, okay? I'm going to stay RIGHT
HERE, and so is Kelly, so there's nothing for you to be afraid
of. I just want you to try it once on your own, okay?

She nodded her agreement, and I gradually lowered her into the
water, careful to keep my arms under her so she'd know I was
there. When I wasn't supporting any of her weight, I pulled my
arms away so that she was floating on her own. She looked a bit
apprehensive, but when nothing happened, she quickly got her
confidence back. Kelly was watching all of this closely, so when
she saw that Marilyn was reasonably comfortable, told her "See?
Nothing to be afraid of, is there? I know it's a little scary,
but that's only because it's something new."

Marilyn smiled her understanding, and moved to stand up - only to
find that she was now chest-deep in the water - nearly all of her
weight was being supported by the water. She started to panic for
a moment, but quickly realized that she wasn't sinking. I got a
mildly reproachful look, but nothing more.

She turned to where Marlyn was with a look of proud
accomplishment. Marlyn had followed us into slightly deeper
water, and applauded her niece's progress.

Kelly moved over next to her to ask "Would you like to learn how
to swim now?" - getting Marilyn's happy "Yes!" in return.

Kelly and I teamed up to teach her how to swim, starting with the
dog-paddle. Kelly put her hands under Marilyn's body to hold her
in place while I paddled around to demonstrate what to do. I
added a few barking noises and panted like a dog, making Marilyn
giggle. I also paused a few times to give Kelly a pat on the butt
as I went by; she pretended nothing was happening, even when I
stopped long enough to give one ass cheek a squeeze. All she did
in response was to clench it in my hand before giving me a dirty
look that Marlyn and Marilyn couldn't see. I just grinned at her,
and paddled around some more.

In short order, Marilyn was paddling around with me, delighted to
be able to move around and play in this wonderful new
environment.

The last thing to do was teach her swimming - specifically, how
to breath while doing it. For that, I was again the coach while
Kelly did the live-action demonstrations.

Marilyn quickly got the idea, and was soon emulating Kelly's
actions as I kept one hand on her belly and an arm under her legs
to keep her from wandering off. There was a little initial
sputtering before she got the timing right, but it didn't take
much longer before she had a solid grasp on the basics. All that
was left was practice, so I slowly turned loose of her - watching
as she swam away from us toward the shore, without even realizing
what she was doing. She didn't stop until she felt herself
touching the bottom; when that happened, she quickly stopped
swimming to discover herself almost ON the beach. She turned
around to sit down, and saw the rest of us out in the water. She
sat there in stunned silence while the rest of us just laughed at
the dumbstruck look on her face. It finally sank in for her that
she had just been _swimming_, and she didn't hesitate to dive
back into the water and swim back out to us, stopping when she
got to Marlyn. After a brief conversation in Tagalog, they hugged
before moving into the deeper water where Kelly and I were.

When they were close enough, Marilyn paddled over in front of us,
and said "Thank you, Kelly - and you too, Dan!" before lifting
herself out of the water far enough to give me a quick peck on
the cheek.

I told her "I was happy to help, Marilyn. But thank you for the
kiss", making her blush slightly. Kelly and Marlyn just grinned.

I went on to tell her "There's only one part left, and that is
easy."

Marilyn looked at me curiously, and asked "What is it?"

"Underwater" I told her.

She looked a bit hesitant, but I went on to tell her "Really, it
is easy. If you don't know what else to do, just STOP. Your body
will try to float to the surface if you aren't actually trying to
stay under water. The second thing is: bubbles go to the surface,
where the air is. Follow them, if you need to."

Marilyn thought that over for a bit, then smiled and nodded her
understanding.

The lessons over, the four of us headed toward the beach so we
could dry off and get something to drink. A while later, Marilyn
decided that she wanted to go into the water again; I went along
to keep her company (and safe). Kelly and Marlyn decided that
they'd prefer to rest a bit more, and enjoy the cool breeze.

After a bit, Marilyn decided that she wanted to play, too; before
long, we were engaged in a game of `tag' that ranged quite a
distance out into the ocean. I chanced a look at the beach, and
saw that Marlyn seemed a bit concerned about how far Marilyn was
going, so I decided to change the game over to something that
would keep Marilyn closer to shore. When she got close enough, I
grabbed her by the waist and tossed her as high and far as I
could as she shrieked her excitement before hitting the water. It
wasn't many more of those before I started to get tired of doing
it on my own, and explained to her how she could make it even
more fun by helping me. She happily agreed, and I think we set
new records for height and distance for the Twelve-year-old Ocean
Toss. I could see that Marlyn was relieved that the new game kept
us close to shore; she and Kelly were both laughing along with
Marilyn's delighted cries. After a while, I pleaded exhaustion,
and Marilyn didn't hesitate to take me by the hand and lead me
back to where Kelly and Marlyn were sitting. When I'd dried off,
Kelly moved to apply some sunscreen to me - and with only a
moment's hesitation, Marilyn started helping. Once protected from
UV-A, UV-B, XY-Z, and any other rays that dared show themselves,
I moved to lay down - only to have Kelly guide me over to rest my
head on her lap.

As we rested, Marlyn rummaged around in the small basket she'd
brought along before pulling out some assorted fruit. I happily
nibbled my way through a fresh ripe mango while Marlyn introduced
Kelly to the joys of green mango and salt.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same, with only minor
variations. All of us had fun swimming and playing around at
different times, and in different combinations. In between, we'd
rest on the beach while downing cold drinks and fresh fruit. Even
Bhoy got wet a few times.

As it got toward late afternoon, all of us realized that we were
actually getting HUNGRY - despite all the snacks and drinks we'd
consumed during the day. It didn't take long after that to call
an end to the beach excursion. Bhoy saw us start to pack things
up, and didn't hesitate to collect his own things and get the van
ready for us.

Once back at the hotel, we settled on a time for supper - about
an hour delay - and separated to get ourselves cleaned up and
changed.

Supper that night was fast food - Jollibee's again. Kelly and I
went for cheeseburgers while Marlyn and Marilyn settled on
spaghetti. While we were eating, Marilyn got up to get a refill
of her Coke. When she was out of earshot, Marlyn told us "Thank
you, both of you, for such a wonderful day. I haven't seen
Marilyn this happy for a VERY long time. And she is SO proud that
she learned how to swim! She asked me how she could thank you for
taking the time to teach her, and I didn't know what to say."

Kelly smiled and took her hand to give it a small squeeze before
saying "She doesn't have to thank us. I know it made BOTH of us
happy to teach her, and see how much fun she was having."

Marlyn smiled back, and said "I know that - I could see that both
of you were so concerned with her while you were teaching her,
and how much fun you had after. I told her she didn't have to
thank you, but she really wants to. Is there *anything* I can
tell her?"

Kelly turned to look at me, and I had to think for a few moments
before getting an idea. Looking at Marlyn, I asked "Do you think
she would be willing to have us as her pretend aunt and uncle?
Her American family?"

Marlyn looked positively delighted at the idea, assuring us "I'm
*sure* she would. I will suggest it to her, and let her ask you
herself."

Kelly could hardly contain her excitement at the idea, and barely
managed to keep a straight face when Marilyn got back to the
table. We continued our meal, and a few minutes later, heard
Marlyn and Marilyn have a not-so-short conversation - one that
left Marilyn almost beaming with joy.

When the meal was over, Kelly and I carefully didn't notice as
Marilyn made a few false starts at talking to us. When she was
finally able, though, we gave her our full attention when she
told us there was something that she wanted to say to us.

First, she thanked us for letting Marlyn come to visit with her,
and all the nice things that we'd given the orphanage. We both
told her that we were happy to do those things, since we didn't
have children of our own yet. Then she went on to tell us that
she was glad that we took the time to teach her how to swim, and
that she wanted to thank us for our kindness - would we be upset
if she called us her American family - her Tito (Uncle) Dan and
Tita (Aunt) Kelly? Kelly started to cry, and both of us assured
her that we would be *delighted* for her to do that, and that we
would call her our niece. Marilyn was so happy that she started
to cry, which got Marlyn going, too. Ihave to admit that I felt a
little tightness in my throat as I distributed paper napkins for
them to wipe their eyes with.

We celebrated our new `family' with a round of ice cream for
everyone before starting back for the hotel. All the way back,
Marilyn held hands with me and Kelly as she walked between us. We
got a few looks from the locals, but when they saw how happy
Marilyn was, they just smiled and went on with whatever they were
doing.

In the hotel lobby, I told Marlyn "I'd like to take Kelly to
Baguio tomorrow for some shopping. If you think we'll be okay
with Bhoy, you're certainly welcome to stay here and spend the
day with Marilyn."

She thanked me, admitting that the evening before hadn't really
been enough time for her and Marilyn to have together. She went
on to assure me that we'd be just fine with Bhoy - that my
(limited) Tagalog was enough for him to understand what we
wanted. I thanked her before Kelly and I wished both of them a
good night; Marilyn insisted on kissing BOTH of us on the cheek
before we left for our respective rooms.

Kelly and I had undressed and were lying on the bed listening to
some classical music we'd brought with us when Kelly suddenly
gave me a fierce hug and kiss. I looked at her in surprise, and
she just told me "That's just for being you. You made that poor
little girl *so* *happy* by letting her call us her Aunt and
Uncle! I *never* would have thought to do something like that."

"I didn't know for sure whether it would work or not, myself. But
I remembered how close family friends can take the place of
missing family members, and figured it was worth asking."

Kelly hugged me again, and said "You are *such* a softie. I saw
how she was looking at you - I'll bet it won't be a week before
she's convinced herself that you really ARE her Tito Dan. I
couldn't believe it when you got out of the water that first
time, and she started helping me put the lotion on you - she got
over being shy around you fast enough!"

"Just my rugged good looks and natural charm, is all", I teased.

To my surprise, Kelly just nodded her agreement before telling me
"I know you're joking - but you really ARE good-looking, in a
rugged kind of way; you're not Mel Gibson cute, but more Harrison
Ford handsome. And I can personally vouch for your natural charm.
Not the greasy used-car-salesman kind, but the open friendliness
kind."

I wasn't comfortable with where this was going, and didn't say
anything in response.

Kelly just looked at me for a few moments, and said "I know, you
don't like talking about yourself like this. But what I said is
true. If you weren't so darn *picky*, you could have about any
woman you wanted. But you ARE picky, and you picked me - and made
me the happiest person on earth. Now give me a kiss so we can
listen to the music some more."

I did, and the two of us spent the rest of the evening just
holding each other.

-----

The next morning, Marlyn and Marilyn met us in the lobby as Kelly
and I were getting back from breakfast. They and Kelly chatted
for a few minutes while I went up to our room to make sure I had
plenty of money for the shopping I expected to be doing. I hadn't
forgotten my private vow to make sure all the girls at home got
something to show them how much Kelly and I appreciated their
help.

I got back to the lobby just in time to see Bhoy drive up in the
van. Kelly and I went with Marlyn as she told him that we wanted
to go to Baguio for some shopping. Helping Bhoy maintain his ruse
that he didn't understand me, I told her that we *particularly*
wanted to get some silver things for some friends back home, but
that we would be after other items, as well. Bhoy indicated to
her that he knew JUST the places to take us, so Kelly and I took
our customary seats for the trip.

Baguio - and particularly its silversmiths - was a popular enough
tourist destination that they didn't seem to feel the need to
gouge tourists too much. Kelly was both amazed and delighted at
the quality and delicacy of the work she saw. I didn't have ANY
trouble convincing her to buy a number of things for herself, and
she was more than happy to help pick things out for everyone that
we'd had to leave behind. Bhoy seemed to make it a point to stay
with us, making it clear that we were NOT to be subjected to any
thievery of ANY kind. A few hours later, and several hundreds of
dollars poorer, we left to return to San Fernando. After a single
look at us in the rearview mirror, Bhoy deliberately didn't
notice that my arm was around Kelly as she snuggled into my side.
Knowing that this was just a single-day side trip, she'd taken
care to get all the photos she wanted on the trip there, leaving
her free to sit next to me on the way back. Only when we got to
the outskirts of San Fernando did she straighten up and let me
pull my arm from around her.

Once back at the hotel, we turned Bhoy loose for the evening
before heading up to our room. There, we set our packages down so
we could grab a quick shower and change clothes before going out
for Filipino food - we were both surprised at how quickly we'd
tired of fast food.

We paused to buy a couple of Cokes each from the sari-sari store
on our way back to the hotel; once in our room, we quickly
undressed so we could cuddle on the bed as we watched a Filipino
comedy on TV - laughing at all the right places, judging from the
laugh track.

When it was late enough, we turned off the TV and went to bed,
holding each other close as we drifted off to sleep.

-----

The next morning found us in the lobby, trying to decide where to
go for breakfast. We finally decided to try the one restaurant
that claimed to serve American-style breakfasts; as we were
leaving, we heard Marilyn's voice calling out to us. We turned,
and saw the two of them walking toward us. We invited them to
join us for breakfast, and they readily accepted. Marilyn again
took my and Kelly's hands as we walked to the restaurant. I
chanced a look behind us, and saw that Marlyn was as happy as she
could be at the sight we presented.

When we'd finished eating - I'd gotten a surprisingly good omelet
- and were enjoying our coffee, I asked Marlyn if there was
anything else she could think of that the orphanage needed. She
thought for a few moments, and answered "They can always use food
- particularly rice." I told her that Kelly and I wanted to try
and set them up with the things they would need until we could
get back to the U.S., where we planned to take steps to help them
even more. She nodded her understanding, and told us "Yes, food
would be the best choice." Then she got an idea, and had a
conversation with Marilyn. When it was over, Marlyn told us
"Marilyn says they are always needing things for the children,
too - toys, games, books, like that."

"If you'll help us, then, we'll go shopping again this morning."
Kelly told her.

Marlyn happily agreed, as did Marilyn. I was particularly happy
to see that - I expected that we'd need her help to figure out
what kinds of toys and things to get for the younger kids. *I*
sure didn't have any ideas!

As I'd expected, when it got right down to it, neither Kelly nor
Marlyn had any idea of what to get for the kids. I didn't
hesitate to tell Marilyn "We would like to get some toys and
things for the others, too. I know that some of the toys we see
are very pretty and look like fun, but I know you will remember
that the things we buy will have to last for a while, too. Will
you help us by showing us what things would be best?"

She solemnly nodded, and carefully led us through the toy section
of the store we were in. I was pleased to notice that all of the
things she selected were both durable, and sufficiently generic
as to be toys for either gender: things like a set of blocks of
assorted sizes and shapes, a few jump ropes and hula-hoops,
assorted balls of varying sizes and colors, and so on. We went on
to buy several boxes of coloring pencils, several reams of paper,
pencils, erasers, and a couple of chalkboards with several boxes
of chalk - white, and mixed colors. The final stop was a
bookstore, where she guided us through the process of selecting
about twenty pounds of books, running the gamut from
learning-to-read to the experience reader. Several times, she
paused, as though waiting to see if she had selected too much;
each time, Kelly or I would assure her she was doing fine, and to
keep going. At both stores, she was wide-eyed to learn how much
Kelly and I were willing to spend on the kids in the orphanage.
Marlyn just stood there and tried not to cry.

Our last stop was at a market, where Marlyn went about selecting
an assortment of fruits and vegetables, canned goods, and a
hundred kilos of rice. The market was willing to deliver the
purchase for free, once they learned that the destination was the
orphanage.

It was shortly before lunch when we pulled up to the orphanage
again. Marlyn went inside to get the head honcho while the rest
of us stayed in the van. Once she'd gotten him outside, she
showed him the things we'd brought; he all but collapsed on the
spot in happiness that the children would have something other
than clods of dirt and twigs to play with. He literally ran back
into the orphanage, only to reappear a few minutes later with
almost the entire staff - they, too, were overjoyed with the
things we'd brought. I explained to them that we didn't want the
children to associate US - Kelly and I - with the toys, so we
didn't want to make a big production out of it. They understood
perfectly, and assured us that the toys would be given to the
children over a period of time. Then Marlyn told them that there
was a food delivery coming, and what it was that she'd selected -
and that Kelly and I had paid for it. A couple of the staff were
literally crying in their joy at this sudden largesse, and all of
them reiterated their previous assurances that they would be
praying for us. About that time, the delivery truck from the
market showed up; all of us chipped in to get it unloaded, and
the food stored. I could see from Kelly's expression that she was
as unhappy as I was when we got a chance to see how little was in
the orphanage's pantry; even Bhoy looked distressed when he came
out the first time.

As the truck from the market was leaving, a priest walked up to
where we were all resting. It being fairly obvious that Kelly and
I weren't Filipino, he politely asked in English what was going
on. The orphanage staff all started telling him at the same time,
in a mixture of English and Tagalog. After a few futile seconds
of trying to listen to them all at once, he gave up and started
telling them to be quiet; when they were, he asked the head
honcho that Marlyn had brought out first. The telling of it
didn't take long, and when the fellow was done, the priest came
over to where Kelly and I were standing.

He told us "I am Father Villanueva, the priest that oversees this
orphanage. I cannot thank you enough for the kindness and
generosity that you have shown us today - and from what I've been
told, the day before yesterday, as well. It is all too rare that
we are the recipients of such wondrous gifts. May I ask who you
are?"

Kelly and I introduced ourselves, then Marlyn spoke up to tell
him who she was. He recognized Marilyn, and spoke to her for a
few moments, making her smile. Bhoy hung back, trying to stay out
of it.

When he knew who we all were, he told us "Dan, and Kelly, it is
my honor and pleasure to meet you. Rest assured, all of you will
be in the prayers of our congregation this Sunday."

I had a sudden idea, and asked him "Father, would you be kind
enough to give me your name and the particulars of this
orphanage? I know someone that might be able to provide you with
more assistance than you are getting now."

He answered "I would be happy to, Dan. But who do you know that
would be able to help us in such a way? Are you Catholic?"

I grinned and told him "No, I'm not Catholic, though Kelly
attended a Catholic school. I've got a pretty good relationship
with a Bishop; Bishop Ferguson, if you know him."

Father Villanueva shook his head, but seemed mildly impressed
that Kelly and I would personally know a Bishop. I dug out one of
my business cards and handed it to him; the orphanage manager
(administrator?) provided a pen, and Father Villanueva readily
wrote down the requested information. When he handed back my
business card, I traded him for another one. He looked a trifle
surprised, and I told him "If there's anything else I can do that
would help the orphanage in the long term, please don't hesitate
to contact me. And if I think of anything that might help, I will
clear it with you before I do something foolish."

He looked at me, and said "Somehow, I don't think that you do
many foolish things - but thank you."

We shook hands, and he started to leave; then turned back around
to put a blessing on Kelly and I, then Marlyn and Marilyn - both
of whom looked overjoyed at it - then a last one, long distance,
on Bhoy. I couldn't see Bhoy's reaction, but didn't figure he
minded.

The orphanage manager spoke a few words to the priest, and the
lot of them headed inside so they could show him what all had
been donated. The rest of us took the opportunity to make our
getaway so we could get some lunch.

With our bellies full, Marlyn told Kelly and I that she would
like to show us the sights in San Fernando. Both of us happily
agreed; the rest of the day was spent learning more about San
Fernando than Kelly and I suspected there was TO know.

After supper - at a restaurant OTHER than one from the cluster
near the hotel - Marlyn told us that she wanted to treat all of
us to a movie. From my time in the Philippines before, I knew
movie fares weren't expensive and agreed. To my surprise, Bhoy
even accepted, as well.

Marlyn asked if we had any preference on what kind of movie, I
told her "I think anything would be fine - I don't know that
Kelly and I will be able to keep up with the dialog, anyway!" -
making Marlyn smile before telling us "I'll find one that at
least has subtitles, then."

True to her word, Marlyn found a Filipino movie that had
subtitles for us non-Tagalog-speaking visitors. A comedy, there
wasn't much trouble keeping up with the action. The lot of us had
a great time.

We stopped off for ice cream on the way back to the hotel,
arriving pretty close to bedtime for ALL of us - but particularly
Marilyn who couldn't help yawning every so often. We made
arrangements for the next morning before heading to our rooms.

-----

The next morning, we could all see that Marilyn was a little sad,
knowing that she would have to return to the orphanage that day.
We did our best to try and cheer her up and make it easier for
her, but there simply wasn't any way of getting around the fact
that she DID have to go back.

When we finally parked at the orphanage, we could see that
Marilyn was fighting back tears. Marlyn wasn't doing much better,
nor was Kelly. When we got out of the van, Marlyn and Marilyn had
a short conversation, and we could see as she tried to pull
herself together. When they were through talking, Marilyn turned
to Kelly and I, telling us "Thank you again, for being so nice,
and teaching me how to swim."

Kelly kneeled to give her a hug that she readily accepted. I
kneeled as well, and after a nod of approval from Marlyn, she
moved into my arms for a hug, too. She whispered in my ear "Thank
you, Tito Dan. Mahal kital (I love you)."

I whispered back "You're welcome, Marilyn. Mahal kita."

When she pulled back from me, I gently held her by the upper arms
to tell her "Don't be sad, Marilyn. I think maybe you won't have
to stay here for much longer."

Kelly and Marlyn both looked at me as though I'd lost my mind -
but I'd had an idea the night before. I wasn't sure if it was
going to work, or not, so I didn't want to say anything about it
to anyone else until I knew.

Marilyn cheered up a bit at that, and went over to hold Marlyn's
hand as the two of them went into the orphanage. At the door,
Marilyn turned to wave to us; Kelly and I both waved back, and
from the corner of my eye, I could see Bhoy give her a little
wave, as well.

When they were gone, Kelly turned to me and asked "What was that
about her not being here much longer?"

I answered "Wait until Marlyn gets back; I expect she'll have the
same question."

Several minutes later, we saw Marlyn reappear with tears on her
face. Kelly quickly went to her, and the two of them hugged as
they tried to console each other. When we were in the van, and on
the way to my last business destination, Marlyn turned in her
seat to ask me essentially the same question Kelly had.

I explained to her (and Kelly, who'd given me a dirty look) "I
had an idea last night. I don't know yet if it's going to work,
but if it does, Marilyn won't be in there but for a couple of
months, or maybe a little longer."

Both of them immediately demanded to know what I was up to, and I
just told them "I'm not going to say anything about it until I
can check into it more. I *think* what I have in mind will work,
but I'm just not _sure_ yet."

Kelly turned to Marlyn, who was about to protest, and told her
"Don't bother trying to argue with him, or find out what he's up
to. You could probably torture him, and not get anything more
than he's already said. But you can trust him, *whatever* it is
that he's up to."

Marlyn gave me her own dirty look, but turned back around in her
seat. Kelly just watched me for a while, but when I didn't seem
to notice, started her by then traditional picture-taking as we
made our way to Laoag, my last stop.

Laoag pretty much had their act together, but as I looked around,
it didn't look like their infrastructure was ready to handle the
factory my client had said they wanted to build. It looked to me
like the addition of the factory would put too much of a strain
on the different systems - water, electrical, transportation, and
so on. Still, I went to all the places I was supposed to, to make
sure that they had every opportunity to show me they were ready.

Three days later, the majority of the job complete, we all headed
back to Manila. Kelly and I got re-registered at the hotel we'd
stayed in the first night, while Marlyn went back to her own home
- visibly relieved that all the traveling was over.

I had to spend nearly another week in Manila, meeting with a
number of government officials and visiting several of the
lawyers that I'd been referred to. While I was busy with all of
that, Marlyn and Bhoy showed Kelly the city - even taking her out
to see the island the American forces had tried to hold out on at
the beginning of World War II.

Still, there finally came the time when all my work was done - it
was time for Kelly and I to head home. I called my client to tell
them when I was leaving, and that it would be a couple of days
after I got back before I'd have a report ready for them. They
understood, and thanked me for being so thorough. The next call
was to Paul, to let him know when we'd be arriving at the
airport. He happily assured us that he'd be there - and cautioned
us that he wouldn't be alone. I told him that I'd expected as
much, making him laugh before we ended the conversation.

The last night before Kelly and I were to leave, Marlyn agreed to
join us for supper. Bhoy even made himself available to drive us
around if we wanted. Kelly and I decided that wasn't necessary,
but thanked him for his offer, via Marlyn. I offered to shake his
hand before he left us, and slipped him a couple of $100 bills to
show my appreciation for all his help and patience. When he got
to the van, and had a chance to see how much I'd tipped him, he
turned to give me a salute and smile - both of which I returned -
before driving off.

We went to the Filipino restaurant that we'd visited our first
night in Manila. This time, though, Kelly didn't really need
Marlyn and me to run interference for her. Both of us watched in
amusement as she demonstrated that she was QUITE capable of
telling folks "Hindi (No)! Ako gumawa hindi magkulang sino man (I
don't want any)!"

The restaurant was busy again (still), and we were directed to
the bar to wait. As we were sipping our drinks, I asked Marlyn
"When you took us to the hotel from the airport, we went by the
garbage dump and a poor neighborhood. I know that there is at
least one other way out of the airport that wouldn't go by those
places. So why did you have Bhoy take us that way?"

Marlyn blushed a bit, and got very quiet before telling me "I am
sorry for that, now. I did not know you then, and I thought that
I had to show you how poor our country is. I thought that if you
saw it for yourself, you would know how much the factory means;
and that maybe it would make you a little more generous to my
people."

Kelly and I both nodded in response - we could both easily
imagine doing something similar in her position.

With the question asked and answered, we spent the rest of the
wait simply chatting with each other. Marlyn was curious to know
just exactly what it was that I did for my clients, so Kelly and
I explained it to her. She understood quickly enough, and seemed
mildly impressed that I could do that kind of work. She was
equally impressed when she learned that Kelly had graduated with
not one, but TWO college degrees - and was going to start on an
advanced degree before long.

-----

The next morning, Kelly and I got to sleep in, for a change - our
flight wasn't until early afternoon, and both of us wanted to
make sure we had plenty of rest beforehand.

When we got to the lobby, Marlyn was waiting patiently for us.
Kelly went over to talk to her for a moment before snagging a
bellhop to bring down our luggage while I got us out of debt.
Happily, our luggage was the only thing we'd have to worry about.
Every couple of days during the trip, Marlyn would take Kelly to
a post office and the two of them would mail Kelly's purchases to
our home - even sending the stuff airmail was cheaper than paying
the airline's overweight luggage fees; never mind the hassle of
additional stuff to carry around.

We got to the airport in plenty of time - this time bypassing the
dump and poor neighborhoods. We got checked in for our flight
easily enough, and after paying the departure taxes, airport
taxes, and tax taxes, were ready to head for the gate. Marlyn,
and even Bhoy, had stayed handy during all of this, so Kelly and
I had a chance to wish them goodbye. Bhoy surprised me by
sticking his hand out to shake with me; Marlyn dared let me give
her a small - but chaste! - hug. Kelly and Marlyn hugged easily,
and Bhoy stood still to let Kelly give him a kiss on the cheek
and a happy "Salamat po!". Kelly and Marlyn both were leaking
around the eyes a little when we parted company.

When we were finally in our seats and waiting our turn to take
off, Kelly told me "I'm going to miss this place, and them. But
it's nice to be going home, too."

I agreed with her as we felt the plane accelerate down the
runway.

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