And left happy carefully closing the door behind him

Kelly's Adventures

She'd been working for me for a little over a year when one of my customers (a loyal bunch - they knew that despite my rates, I was actually *saving* them money with my designs) let me know that they were seriously considering opening a manufacturing facility overseas - specifically, the Philippines. Knowing I'd spent time there while in the Navy, they asked me to take the lead on finding them a good site for their plant. After a few days of exhaustive discussions detailing what they needed, what they wanted, what they'd like to have, costs for land/labor/materials, and so on, I agreed. My job wasn't to actually sign any contracts or anything; rather, I was to narrow down the number of choices to a half-dozen or (preferably) less. That done, I'd go back with a few of their people to make introductions and get things started. From there, their own people could take over to make the final selection, and seal the deal.

As I pointed out to them, my knowledge of the Philippines and its people was limited, and likely years out of date. Their response was to observe that it was still infinitely better than anyone else's that they thought they could trust with the job.

They were willing to pay Business Class airfare; I got a price quote for that rate to submit with my expense report, and then bought First Class tickets. Yes, ticket*s*. Kelly had made it quite clear early on that if I went on *any* business trip without her, I'd come home to a house without her in it. I didn't think she'd actually DO it, but she'd made her point. If I was going to the Philippines, I wasn't going alone. The departure date was for a good six weeks away - ample time to get passports for me and Kelly, get my other clients set up to deal with my absence, and make all the other arrangements. As always, my secretary worked wonders for me, and I made a silent vow to bring her something *extra* special from the Philippines.

Still, *I* had to deal with such things as doing some research on the Philippines as it was at the time, and contacting a company in the Philippines to arrange for a guide and driver.

changes of clothes in it - while I expected our luggage to arrive with us, it wasn't something I was willing to bet money on. Paul and the rest kept us company as we made our way toward the gate - even going through the security checkpoint with us so they could stay with us as long as possible. Jan and Sandra were both terribly jealous of Kelly getting to go with me; Kelly was both frightened and excited at the prospect: her biggest adventure to that point had been when her parents had taken her on vacation to Canada one summer, when she was still a child.

Kelly leaned over to whisper in my ear "She is such a *doll*!" then looking around and adding "They ALL are! Are all the women there this pretty?"

"Nope. Most, but not all. These are the cream of the crop, so to speak. They don't have any problems there about hiring practices, so the airline is free to hire only the prettiest young girls they can find. A job like this - travel, good pay, plenty of chances to meet eligible men - is highly desirable, so they don't lack for applicants."

"Sure. It's a fairly poor country, so the general attitude is that ANY job is better than NO job; and nobody's inclined to fuss at the companies that have the jobs. Besides, it's their country and their rules. If you don't like it bad enough, don't go there."

She answered "Because that is the nice way."

I went on to ask her "You know how Americans do it, right?"

smiled and nodded, and I thanked her for her help. She said it was her pleasure, and I asked her if she would be able to come back and help me practice my Tagalog, and maybe learn some new words. Her whole face lit up, and she assured me that she and the others would be happy to help however they could.

"Such as?"

"Such as 'Hello', 'Thank you', and most important 'where's the bathroom?'" - earning myself a giggle. I continued by telling her "Actually, I did have a lot of fun. Met a lot of nice people, and visited a lot of pretty and interesting places. Learned a lot, both about the countries and the people in them - how their cultures worked, how they evolved, stuff like that."

decide - we'd go with the chicken adobo. After Mhay left, I described what the meal would be to Kelly: essentially, a chicken 'stew' with plenty of vegetables, served over rice. Several minutes later, Mhay returned with out meals. After taking a tentative bite, Kelly's face lit up as she told us "This is *good*!" - and getting a smile from Mhay before she left to take care of her other passengers.

Kelly and I had both gone through about half our beer when Mhay showed up again, along with one of the other stewardesses. She introduced us, saying "This is my friend - kaibigan in Tagalog - Cherry". I could feel Kelly start to giggle next to me, and I
discretely nudged her to indicate that it wasn't the time for that. She quickly got control of herself, and told Cherry "It's nice to meet you." followed by my own greeting.

Mhay told us "Cherry wants to practice her English - she already speaks Chinese - so she will be helping me."

When Mhay and Cherry were both out of earshot, Kelly leaned over to tell me "Never before in my LIFE have I heard anyone with the name 'Cherry' - I nearly laughed when Mhay introduced her!"

"Why not?"

"Because if you apologize, there's a real risk that she wouldn't understand what you're apologizing ABOUT - remember, to her, it's a perfectly reasonable name - and you might find yourself trying to explain WHY you thought you were giving offense. And like I told you, the Philippines is like 90 percent Catholic, and not particularly 'liberal' about such things as sex; the girls there are EXPECTED to be virgins right up to the time they're married, so your explanation would likely embarrass the hell out of her, if not outright offend her."

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Cherry and Mhay both gave us language lessons a couple more times during our flight to Manila; after Kelly and I had our talk, she was appreciably more intent on the language lessons, and much more willing to ask Cherry or Mhay the *why* of a certain phrase. She showed more interest in asking them cultural and situational questions - what do I do if..., how should I..., and so on. Being female as Cherry and Mhay were, Kelly thought of things that simply wouldn't have occurred to me - and I learned even more about the culture in the process.

We finally made it to Manila, and made it through Customs without any problems. Baggage in tow, we made our way out of the secure part of the airport to the receiving area for our flight. Tired as we were, it still didn't take us long to spot Ms. Ramos.

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"Please, call me Dan - and this is Kelly. I'm sorry to say that I know that, Ms. Ramos." - "It would be Miss Ramos, but I think Marlyn would be better since we'll be together for a while." - "But the Philippines isn't the only country I spent time in, and I found that I LIKED to learn about the places I was lucky enough to visit. I also found that it was easier to get the help that I so often needed if I was able to speak at least a LITTLE bit of the language. I have no illusion that I am fluent in Tagalog; but I hope that I can at least be POLITE."

She listened to that, and when I was done, told me "Yes, I think that you were probably the kind of visitor that we LIKE to have here, Dan." Then she turned to Kelly and said "I was told that this is your first trip to our country. You impressed Cherry and Mhay very much with how quickly and well you learned the Tagalog they were able to teach you. And Mhay was *very* pleased that you remembered how to show them you wanted them to come over here. It isn't often that we get visitors that take the time to learn OUR way of doing things."

"Your driver is waiting out front with the car. If you'll give me moment, I'll get him to help with your luggage. Please, wait here."

I assured her we wouldn't move from that very spot, and she smiled at me before heading for the door. True to her word, she was back in a minute or so with a very fit-looking middle aged man. When they were standing in front of us, Marlyn told us "This is your driver and bodyguard, Bhoy". I could see Kelly thinking *that* over as Marlyn went on "He is retired from the Philippine Army, and even served a tour in Viet Nam, so he really is qualified as a bodyguard. He works as a driver and guard only to have something to do, and to make a little extra money. I've worked with him before, and he is very good and very helpful. As I told you in the email, we won't be going anyplace where there is any real risk; he is here more as an insurance policy, I think you would call it."

Once Bhoy had stowed the luggage, we all piled in. Bhoy drove, of course, while Marlyn took shotgun; Kelly and I were left with plenty of space in the back. I was more than a little surprised when Marlyn had Bhoy drive us past the monumental garbage piles near the airport as we made our way to the hotel. When Kelly saw it, I saw her turn pale and her expression change slightly when she saw the number of people digging around in it.

A little farther along, we passed a shantytown, and Kelly saw the crude shacks that lacked even the most basic plumbing. I heard Kelly draw a breath, and quickly squeezed her hand to let her know to keep quiet. When she looked at me, I mouthed the word 'later', which she understood to mean that we'd talk about it in private. As we got closer to the hotel, Kelly started noticing the traffic - and I saw her flinch a few times when she thought we were going to have an accident. I suppose I should have warned her about the insane Manila traffic.

Marlyn answered "I was thinking the same thing, except for the dinner part - but I accept. What time would you like me here?"

I checked my watch to find that it was getting close to 3:00 PM. "How about seven o'clock, then?" I asked, and she readily agreed. I went on to say "I don't think we'll be going very far tonight. Do you think that we should ask Bhoy to stay?"

As the air conditioning dried the thin film of sweat from our bodies, Kelly looked at me and said "I couldn't BELIEVE that pile of garbage, and how all those people were digging through it! What were they doing there? And what about that place with all those shacks? I thought I saw some woman actually PEEING behind a bush!"

"That garbage pile is actually kind of famous - every so often, a chunk of it falls over and kills a few people. All the people you saw on it actually LIVE there; they dig through all the stuff trying to find things they can sell for food or clothing or anything else they need."

running water inside, never mind actual toilets. But even the people in those shacks are better off than the ones at the dump, aren't they?"

The definition of an honest politician here is one that STAYS bought after you've paid him.

"No, it's not 'right', by our standards. But it's THEIR COUNTRY. It's up to THEM to decide what to do with it, and when. The only problems they have are the ones THEY recognize, and decide to change THEIR way. All we can do is offer help they're willing to accept: bringing in jobs and money to help them develop a larger middle class, and stabilize a shaky economy. We can come in, and when they let us, SHOW them the benefits of some of what we do; and help them recognize the problems they have, and show them possible solutions. But until THEY decide what changes they want to make, and how to make them, all we can do is let them run their country their way. We wouldn't like it if they started trying to tell us how to run OUR country, so we have to show them the same restraint in return."

The only consolation I could offer her was to say "I know, Kelly. I don't like it, either. But by being here, we ARE helping; and if things work out, we'll have helped even more."

"How?" she asked.

"No. But better to happen slowly, than not at all."

Kelly sighed deeply, and said "I guess when you've got nothing, ANYTHING is *something*."

She sighed again, and answered "Yeah, I know - but I just wanted to make sure."

By unvoiced agreement, we decided to let the subject drop in favor of a good cuddle. When Kelly saw my eyelids start drooping, she got up to dig out the wind-up alarm clock I'd brought along. She quickly set the time, then the alarm; after making sure it was fully wound up, she set it on the night stand and lay next to me again. I don't think that it was more than a few minutes before both of us fell asleep, exhausted from the flight.

With the taste of her on my tongue, I pulled my head back a bit to have a look at her womanly flower: thin vaginal lips fully extended and parted, framing the glistening entrance to her womanhood; her Mound of Venus covered with a dark, dense, but surprisingly short and soft pubic hair. At the top of her cleft, her larger-than-usual clitoris was erect, and clearly visible. No matter how many times I saw it, the vision of her sex always delighted me.

Lifting my head again, I ran my tongue between her labia to collect another taste of her essence before putting my mouth over her mons. Forming a rod with my tongue, I slid it into her opening as though it were a miniature erection, and started making love to her with it. I heard her moan of pleasure, and felt its vibrations in my erection.

Sadly, I couldn't hold my tongue like that for as long as SHE would have liked. I finally had to let my tongue muscles relax a bit, and moved my attentions to her clitoris to begin softly 'milking' it with my lips. That was something that she particularly enjoyed, and I felt her clitoris stand out even more from my attentions. I felt her deep-throat me a few times before she started dancing her tongue along the underside of my penis - she knew what *I* liked, too!

I continued tending to her nubbin for another couple of minutes before I felt the overflow of her essences touch my lip. Taking her clitoris between my lips, I softly sucked on it for a few seconds as I fluttered the tip of my tongue across it *ever* so lightly; and heard/felt her groan of pleasure as she pressed her pelvis against my face. When she paused to take a breath, I quickly moved to put my mouth over her opening again, and began lapping her secretions from between her vaginal lips as though she were the Flavor of the Month. Her response was to spread her legs more, inviting me to continue; which I gladly did. It wasn't long before I let myself start dipping my tongue into her again, delving into the source of her precious oils.

I finally got her to the brink of orgasm, and held her there for several long seconds before pushing her over the edge with a rapid fluttering of my tongue across her clitoris. When her climax started, she pressed her mons against my lips, and I happily started a gently sucking on her clitoris in time with her spasms. What I didn't expect was the prolonged moan of pleasure she released, and how quickly it would push me into my own release - even as she was drawing a breath after the first wave passed through her, I was flooding her throat with my seed. It was a challenge for both of us to continue our attentions to the

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Dried, rested, and again fit for public viewing, the two of us made our way down to the lobby. There wasn't any sign of Marlyn, so we elected to have a seat on one of the surprisingly comfortable couches available. When we first sat down, Kelly started to move to pull my arm around her; I pulled it back, and whispered to her "I'd love to - but the rules here are that public affection isn't a good idea; even for American tourists." Kelly smiled her understanding, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

We'd been seated only a few minutes when we saw Marlyn enter the hotel. Kelly and I both got up, and moved to meet her.

Marlyn smiled, and said "I don't mind, at all. Too many of the visitors I work for want to go to restaurants that feature THEIR food, so I seldom get to go to the better Filipino restaurants. I know just the place, and it is right on the next block over."

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Marlyn smiled in reassurance as she told Kelly "Please, I don't mean to frighten you. I only want to make sure that you stay safe, and enjoy your time here."

Kelly smiled back, and Marlyn turned to lead the way to the restaurant. As she'd said, it was on the next block, though at the far end. Between the hotel and the restaurant, we were swarmed by a small army of children. As predicted, they tried to pick my pocket; I was ready for them, having wrapped my wallet in several large rubber bands to give it extra friction before sticking it in my FRONT pocket. It wasn't going ANYWHERE without my noticing. We also saw several different varieties of beggars, and were accosted several times to make a purchase from a street vendor. Kelly stayed right next to me, and Marlyn impressed me by walking on the other side of her, so that the two of us provided protection for her. Entering the restaurant, it was as though we were passing from a combat zone into public park, the change was so dramatic.

The waiter had the drinks on our table in short order, and Marlyn chatted with him for a moment before he left. When he was gone, she told us "I just told him that we were waiting to eat. The drinks will be added to the meal."

After we'd all had a sip of our drinks, Kelly turned to Marlyn and said "I don't want to insult you or anything, but I'm curious to know where you learned English - you speak it very well; better than I do most of the time!", with a grin.

"No, not now. There was a problem at the hospital, and I had to come back here."

"If you don't mind my asking, what happened?"

Kelly was horrified, and told her "That's TERRIBLE! Wasn't there anything you could do? Someone you could go to for help?"

Marlyn just gave her a sad smile and answered "No, not at that time. I was there under a professional visa, since the hospital needed nurses. When I wasn't working for them any more, I had to leave to come back here. And when I got back here, none of the doctors or hospitals would hire me because I had been discharged from the hospital in Houston; WHY I was discharged didn't matter. So I had to find different work, and I was lucky enough to get this."

I nodded; I knew - approximately - where it was.

Marlyn started to say something else, but the hostess for the restaurant approached to tell us that there was a table for us. I turned to Marlyn and asked her "How much should I leave as a tip for the waiter?"

I looked at her a few moments, and finally got her to look at me so I could tell her "Marlyn, I think there is something that you should know that will help BOTH of us - you AND me - while we're in your country. It is not my habit to ask people about themselves unless I am *interested* to know the answer. Kelly is like that, too - you saw

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Marlyn told her "She is fine. She had some scratches and was suffering from exposure, but nothing more. I could not take care of her, so she was put in an orphanage. I send them money whenever I can so they will take good care of her, but it is still hard on her - and me. I visit her often, but I still can't take her into my home; it is too small, and I don't make enough money to get a bigger one."

I asked "What is her name? How old is she now? Does she go to school?"

I handed the photo back to Marlyn, and asked "If you don't mind my asking, what did it cost you to pay her expenses while you were in Houston?"

Kelly knew me well enough to give me a joyous look before Marlyn told me "I was sending them fifty dollars a month to pay for her expenses, and school supplies", as she looked at me curiously.