Sunday is a designated family day for most of the working class. The magnificent white-sand beaches of
Mang Pilo and his family were having their weekly reunion. He has 7 other brothers, who, like him, have blue-collar jobs around this southern city. Pilo’s other brothers are a cab driver, three are security guards of various banks, two are on-call plumbers, and a janitor in a posh hotel. They were all married and with kids. They’re not what you can call a small unit. Their parents instilled in them the importance of family more than anything else. They were not rich in earthly possessions but they were certainly well to do in their closeness to relatives. Twenty years after their parents passed away, the Anunsacion brothers always take time to meet with each other every Sunday and celebrate together special occasions, above all, Christmases and Thanksgivings.
It was Pilo’s day; the attention of the big clan is on him. Apparently, the siblings learned of his supposed involvement of Raymond McMillan’s murder. And like all rumors, each had his own version of the account. One story’s version told of Mang Pilo driving his truck into the murdered man’s body cutting him in half; another one was of Pilo’s involvement in an organized crime syndicate originated in
“Hey brother, do you personally know Raymond Mcmillan?” Edwin, who is a plumber, started the inquisition. “You should have given him my calling card. I also do plumbing works on planes just so you would know.”
“Is it true you are dealing drugs behind our backs Peter?” Zaldy the cab driver asked.
“That’s very unfair of you! At least give us some commission!” the youngest and an escort of PrimeBank showed no savvy at all.
“Shut up all of you! Can’t you just drink your beers and listen to the man?” It wasn’t a question but a command from their eldest brother, Rolando, the janitor.
All of them nodded and sipped their ice-cold beers. There was silence. The calm before the storm.
Pilo dropped on them the gory details of his encounter with The Finger and the Precious Ring. Occasionally, making some twist in the story to highlight his imaginary heroism. Pilo waited for the right time to make the kill, cherished the look on his sibling’s faces, and ended the tale by saying “his unearthing of the body will lead to the destruction of a bigger evil” rather offhandedly. Minute after minute, he was transformed into a Lord-of-The-Rings legendary character. Jaws dropped. Goose bumps grew. Then bedlam came. The Anunsacions now has a hero in their midst! Long have they waited for a savior and get them out of the pits and he has finally arrived! The beers were passed around. The legend of Pilo was born, at least to his clan.
Lynette was still in comatose lying in the Intensive Care Unit. A tragic accident which destroyed 10 lives exactly 3 days ago did this to her. Fortunately, her modern car, Alfa Romeo, was equipped with a fairly state-of-the-art braking and anti-impact system. The blow was lessened and a certain death was downgraded or upgraded, depending on which side you look from, to a coma. The severity of her ailment hasn’t been escalated by her doctor and that she has a big chance of recovery. Neurological damage was not that extensive on her, in fact she had exhibited eye opening response just yesterday.
Her father, Don Diego Buencamino, took it hardly and is still in medication. Barritz stocks temporarily took a big hit in the market before Bernard, Lynette’s half-brother, took charge of the corporation. He restored order amidst the chaos and steered the company out of the crisis.
Since day one at the hospital, Sean never left Lynette’s side. They arrived exactly the same time at the emergency room where Sean was also taken by the ERUF Team Leader after he collapsed. Sean felt responsible for Lynette’s present situation. If he would have been gentleman enough to fetch her wherever she was at that time before their supposed date, she wouldn’t have suffered this much. A modern knight in shining armor he is.
Rolando took a leave of absence on Monday. He called and told the HR Department of the Le Grimaldi that he had the flu and that an associate will be coming to substitute and pick their trash. Rolando has been the senior janitor of the posh hotel for quite some time now, another two years to complete the pension requirement and he can retire. But he is still strong for his age. He sat still in his study desk and stared blankly at the small thing on his palm. He doesn’t have the flu. He had the tape. He found a small data tape while rummaging through his boss’s garbage last week, kept it and watched it. What he saw disturbed him and he was bewildered on what to do with it.
He can throw away the tape for good and hope that no one sees him while throwing it; or he can report to the authorities who will surely eliminate him for good reasons; or he can give it to the press people. They surely know what to do with it. They’re not the media for nothing. Or he can call their family champion for advice.
He elected to do the latter. He immediately made a long distance call to Zeebu where his brother works as a bulldozer driver in a dumpsite.
Mang Pilo answered his phone.
Casa Mohica had been so hushed lately. Gone were the rowdy speakers that play R&B all day long; so were the daily visitors and friends of Rolly dropping by for a sip or two; the weekly high-stakes local card game, tong-its, has also been stopped. The enormous mansion is a sleeping giant, for now. It is not the lively place it is known to be without its point man. Rolly is still in mainland US for a series of surgery and an expected long and tedious therapy thereafter. To add insult to injury, he is also the main suspect in an ongoing accident investigation that might charge him with so many lives lost. If he would be unfortunate enough to be convicted, he will face life in prison and possibly beyond.
Rizniel slowly opened the door of his fiancé’s house with the other hand holding fresh roses. He wanted to surprise his lover on their anniversary, but looks like she beat him to it. Rose petals were thrown on the floor leading to Cherry’s room, the first floor was dimly lit, Boyz II Men echoed in the living room, and aromatic candles were everywhere. I hope these won’t start a fire, Riz chuckled at the thought and he felt a surge of hot blood on his face and something grew under his pants. His manhood was knocking.
He opened the door leading to the pink room and a girly fragrance greeted him. The only light in the room was the one coming from the bathroom and a silhouette was standing right in front of the bed. The lighting combination inside the room was what all Cherry needed to bring out the best of her curves. Very stiff breasts and firm butt highlighted the curvature. Manhood stood erect than ever.
She was wearing a yellow, linen dress, no brassieres, and an edible panty. Rizniel approached the Goddess in front of her and stroke her hair and face. She sucked his fingers while unbuckling his pants. Down goes his trousers and his lucky polka dot brief brightened the room. Cherry bit her lips to stop her from laughing out loud. This seems to arouse him more. She slid her right hand inside his brief to feel his now very hard manhood. He let out a moan. It was a sign Cherry understood and she immediately knelt in front of him, while stroking gently his balls. The voluptuous surgeon swallowed Rizniel whole. A ringing telephone was ignored. The moans increased. She showed her expertise under him as Riz tiptoed and leaned on the wall to steady his balance.
When Riz was just about to burst his juices, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. He gently laid his lover on the bed, kissed and licked her long neck, smooth shoulders, and erect breasts. He stopped to play awhile with her very stiff nipples. Tried to cup her breasts, his hands were not big enough. Mariah Carey screamed in the background. She too felt the electric on her spine.
“Oh, Shit! I love you baby!” Cherry said as she grabbed his hair.
Riz continued licking her body downward, kissed her panty then ate it. He was starving. It’s his time to show what he’s got. She spread her legs wide, anticipating a visitor to come in. He licked all he can gently down under while his two hands were busy stroking her nipples. This caused Cherry’s slender legs to shudder, both her arms on her head, giving in to submission. He was driving his girl mad.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” begged Cherry.
It went for minutes then the lady screamed; she felt the spasm. Her whole body suddenly became stiff, her legs arched and her mouth in an O shape. She was finished.
He immediately got on top of her and she obliged. She put on her legs on his broad and muscular shoulders. He entered her, again and again. After about twenty minutes, he was finished and she, with her second.
“Whew! That was great, honey! Love you!” Cherry, drenched in sweat
“Love you more!” Rizniel assured her and kissed him on her forehead.
Tranquil is a modern resto-bar/hotel/casino/city floating along the coastline of
Located at the bow of the ship is the VIP room. There weren’t that many people this afternoon as it coincided with the city Mayor’s birthday. Marlowe Branch, the owner of a world-class resort, The Pairidaeza, is having his usual Roasted Chicken glazed in honey and lemon. He wasn’t invited to Mayor Villaluz’s birthday party because they were at war since time immemorial. And the two belonging to opposing political parties did not help in reuniting them. His business associate across the table watched intently as he devoured his meal. Marlowe really doesn’t care if his colleague suddenly drops dead as long as his chicken was cooked the way he liked it - juicy but not soggy. It took Marlowe exactly fifteen minutes to finish his meal, wiped the oil around his mouth, and a big burp to signify his satisfaction. No apologies given and none forthcoming.
“What was it that you want to talk about? This seems very important for you to suggest we meet during my favorite time of the day.” Marlowe addressing his friend for the first time
“Huh? Oh I’m sorry.” The guy wasn’t quite ready after seeing how Marlowe ate the whole chicken in a zap. “I’m sorry to disturb you in your most precious time, but this is indeed urgent and requires your immediate attention sir.” Trying to compose himself.
“With regards to what exactly?”
He glanced around to see nobody else in this section of the restaurant; even waiters are nowhere to be seen. Buttons are instead used to call their attention. This is one of Tranquil’s uniqueness. “Election and the Governor to be exact.” He whispered.
“That’s interesting. We have dirt on him?” Marlowe’s attention all on his friend
“Pretty big mud sir. The likes you can’t clean with a year’s shower.” They like to play coding games in public places.
“Big huh? What kind of evidence are we talking about?”
“I have a tape.” Flashing a devilish grin, arrogance has taken over Marlowe’s partner. He slowly put on top of the table a small data tape. A symbol of power for now apparently found its way on the wrong hands.
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