Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 21:17:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: FILIPINO LOVE - chapter two

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    By
				    JM
		       Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimers and other info: see chapter one


				CHAPTER TWO

     Sunday morning arrived with a vengeance!  What the hell were all these
jackhammers and pick-axes doing inside my head?!?  With a groan, I turned
me head and cracked a blood-shot eye toward the clock and saw that it was
9:00AM.  Shit!!!  I was hoping to have slept through the worst of my
hangover.  I almost cried with the pain as I sat up, got my feet on the
floor and haltingly made my way to the bathroom and to the medicine cabinet
where I kept my vitamins and pain relievers.  Fumbling the cabinet door
open, I shoved my hand in to where I normally kept pain relievers.  Pulling
the container out, I managed to knock just about everything else out of the
cabinet, and they scattered into the sink, onto the counter and some on the
floor.  Fukkit!!  As long as I have the right one in my hand, I'll get the
rest later.  Luckily, I did.  Knowing that 2 is the normal dosage, I took
4, gulping them down with water from the tap.  I figured that since I was
already there I'd better take a whiz.  My bladder was giving me a bit of
pain.  I shuffled to the toilet, kicking a few of the fallen containers out
of the way, drained the snake (I THINK most of it landed in the bowl) and
headed back to bed, each step causing shooting pains that felt like the
Rockettes tap-dancing across my eyeballs.  I fell onto the bed and was out
immediately.  The next time I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a little
after 2:00PM.  I gingerly lifted my head, waiting for the pain, but it
seemed to be gone.  It looks like the pills and extra sleep did the trick.
I got up, went into the bathroom and cleaned up the clutter from the
cabinet, checked to make sure I actually hit the bowl earlier -- thankfully
yes -- the proceeded through the routine of the 3 S's (c'mon guys. You know
what I'm talking about) got dressed in my running togs and headed out for a
jog to help clear my head and the toxins out of my body after my little
bender the night before.  Abby, my Keeshond, joined me as I headed out on a
trail that wound through the woods near my house and came out on the other
side of town.  I then picked up a jogging/bike trail that followed the
abandoned railroad tracks that went past the back of my house.  In all, it
was about a 6-mile run, and I was feeling great when I got back to the
house.  Abby seemed to enjoy it too, taking doggie detours to investigate
interesting scents.  By the way, for any of you who keep track of such
things, Abby didn't suffer during the time I was incapacitated by my
overindulgence the night before and a good portion of the next day.  She
has her own doggie door, which leads out into the fully fenced and
protected back yard, so she can do her "business" whenever the need arose.
I had also provided her with one of those self-feeding water and food
set-ups, which I had purchased when I first got her as a pup.  There were
times that my job kept me after hours, especially during time leading up to
and including concerts with my performing groups at school, so she was well
taken care of if I wasn't present to take care of her.  Ok?  So...

     I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening going over and over the
whole new world of possibilities that winning this money could provide.  I
finally decided to see if I had any response from my lawyer and banker and
found responses from both.  The lawyer said he would be busy Monday
afternoon, but that I could stop by any time in the morning.  The banker
said that any time would be good but that he would appreciate at least an
hour's notice.  I emailed both a response, telling the lawyer I'd see him
about 9:00AM the next morning and told the banker I'd see him about 11:00.
That being taken care of, I decided to make an early night of it and headed
to bed.  Even though I slept most of the day, I was still feeling tired.  I
wanted a clear head when I met with those two the next day.

     Ok. Ok!!  I can hear the hollering from here.  "Where's the sex...the
good stuff!"  Trust me, it's coming (cumming?), and I don't think you'll be
disappointed.  I hope not, anyway.  I just felt that I needed to give you
as accurate a picture of me and my background as possible, so that the rest
of my tale will make more sense.  Y'all be patient, please.  I'm sure -- I
hope -- you'll be more than happy before I'm done.  Just be thankful that
when it DOES get to the good stuff, I hate cliffhangers.  If any should
become necessary, I promise to try and make them as mild as possible.
Anyhoo...

     First thing Monday morning, I called the school and made arrangements
for taking a personal day so that I could meet with the lawyer and banker.
Thankfully, I didn't have to give any reason for taking the day off.
Besides, I rarely took any time off work, even sick time.  I've been
disgustingly healthy and hope the trend continues.  No questions were asked
when I made the call.  I met the lawyer at 9:00 and explained my situation.
To say he was shocked would be the understatement of the century, but he
readily agreed to be my agent to collect the winnings.  We also discussed
the necessary changes that would need to be made to my will because of this
windfall.  He agreed to make the trip to the state capital on the following
day to collect the money and then make the necessary changes to my will
before the end of the week.  The banker was equally shocked and impressed
with my news, and we spent the next two hours discussing how best to invest
the money while still leaving me with a comfortable monthly income.  I had
decided to take the cash option on the winnings, which meant that instead
of the total $475 million spread out over a forty-year annuity, I would
instead get half the amount - $237 million -- in a lump payment. After
taxes, we calculated that I would end up with about $150 million.  With the
investment plan the banker and I came up with, I would have a guaranteed
monthly income of a little over $1 million each and every month for as long
as I lived.  I can certainly live with that!!  Also, if you bother to
figure it all out, by taking the lump sum and investing it for a steady
monthly income for life, I'd actually come out ahead of what I'd get with
the full amount, even after taxes.  Now, I can afford to live my dream.

     I had always wanted to own my own hotel/resort, ever since I started
working during my vacations at a well-known resort not far from where I
lived.  I had been doing this since I was a junior in high school, and even
now, spent my summer vacation from school there.  I'd gained a lot of
knowledge and inside tips on running a resort over the years and knew I
could do the same for myself.  I had even spent some time on my winter
vacations talking with employees and management (when available) about
their operations and had gathered some very useful information, as well as
taking a few courses in hotel management and business/accounting at the
community college. My winter vacations had taken me to Cancun, Belize,
Costa Rica, the Canary Islands and several places around the Caribbean.
Now I had the funds to make my own dream a reality if I could just find my
own piece of tropical paradise.

     This whole lottery business took place just prior to the school's
April vacation.  The way the calendar fell, this year we were actually
going to get almost 2 full weeks off due to Holy Week and the fact that the
school district decided to add the "snow days" that were built into the
school calendar that we hadn't used.  Everyone was psyched about that, and
I think the teachers were the worst!  So armed with this information, I
went on-line to search for someplace I hadn't been before...someplace warm
and exotic.  And since money was now no hindrance, I broadened my search
from my usual favorites.  After noodling around for a bit, I found a
website promoting the Philippines.  I've always had a fascination with the
Far East and have always considered Asians to be among the most attractive
in the world.  This sounded ideal to me, and after searching out all the
information I could, made my decision that this is where I'd go.  The
U.S. government sites had some tourist alerts about terrorist threats from
militant groups, but these were mostly for the far southern provinces.
Since there were plenty of other places of interest that would be safe for
tourists there, I didn't see any problems.  An added bonus was that English
was the language of commerce there and was taught in schools from an early
age, so the language barrier would be at a minimum.  And whenever I travel
to a new destination, I always try to learn as much as I can about it and
try to learn at least a few basic and common words.  This has always proved
to be very beneficial.  The locals are always very happy to know that I've
taken the time to learn about their culture and language, and I have always
been very well treated wherever I went.  The Golden Rule has always been my
mantra when traveling, and it's never failed me.  The Philippines hit just
the right spot for my wanderlust, so I went ahead and made my reservations.
Since I was now in a position to maybe have my own business, I planned
accordingly, choosing the province of Cebu for my destination.  Instead of
a hotel, I found a small house to rent near the airport there.  This would
allow me the freedom and privacy should I "get lucky" and hook up with a
hot Filipino guy!  My flight left Boston's Logan Airport on Saturday, the
first day of vacation.  I was totally psyched!!


Thanks for hanging in there with me.  There will be sex scenes, HONEST!
But, as you can tell from the title, any sex will take place once I'm IN
the Philippines.  The next chapter will get me there, but there is still
some scene setting to do.  Trust me.  It WILL be worth the wait.  And while
the main focus of this story is going to be about love and relationships,
the sexual interactions between the protagonists are sure to soak your cum
rag. So, a little patience.  Please?!?

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