Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 10:14:34 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Filipino Love - chapter 50

			       FILIPINO LOVE
				    BY
				    JM


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This and all subsequent chapters are dedicated to my own
Filipino Love!!


			       CHAPTER FIFTY


     Once we returned to our own place and everyone was firmly ensconced in
their own seat in the salla, I asked if anyone would like anything to
drink.  Since all the drink orders were non-alcoholic, I asked Ronni if
he'd get those for everyone while I got dinner going.  I doubt if he'd had
any drink-mixing experience, and we didn't have time now for me to give him
a crash course in `Mixology 101', so I'm glad it was all soft drinks and
water.  While he was doing that, I turned on the burner for the potatoes
and set the oven to preheat for the salmon.  I then dashed outside,
probably startling Ronni by my sudden departure, to grab a lawn chair for
myself since we only had the four dining chairs.  A new dining set with
enough chairs was definitely on my shopping list for when the remodeling
was done!  When I came in the door, Ronni was just heading to the salla
with a tray of drinks, and he looked at me quizzically.  When I indicated
the chair in my hand, he smiled, nodded, blew me an air kiss and went to
hand out drinks.  I had just set the chair down when the pre-heat signal
beeped, so I grabbed the prepped tray of fish and popped in the oven,
checking the potatoes to see how they were doing.  They were just beginning
to come to a boil, so it looked like everything would be done at the same
time.  Setting the oven timer for 15 minutes, I took the bowl of marinating
veggies out of the ref just as Ronni walked by, and with a look of
innocence, goosed me as he went past. His demeanor never changed, although
I though I detected his shoulders shaking in suppressed laughter.  I
chuckled quietly at his antics and went over to the counter where he was
getting down the plates for dinner.  Setting the bowl I was carrying on the
counter, I made as to reach past for the serving plates and with my other
hand, out of sight of the others, groped his generous teen package.  He
gasped and moaned quietly, then looked at me with longing.

     "That wasn't fair," he whispered.  "I'm already horny for you and now
you've made me hard!  I can't go out there with this!"  He indicated his
crotch.  Looking down, I could see he was right!  His hard shaft of teen
meat was clearly outlined on the front of his shorts, which were snug to
begin with, so that I could clearly see the full outline of his shaft with
the head and flare of the crown prominently displayed, and my own cock
twitched at the sight.  I briefly felt a moment of regret for causing it.
Nah!  Must have been something else!  I grinned at him and winked.  He gave
me an exasperated look then shut his eyes, and I could see his lips moving.
I could finally make out what he was saying as he seemed to get more
desperate, and I started laughing.  "Fat, naked, wrinkled old grannies!
Fat, naked, wrinkled old grannies!"

     "You forgot "in spandex" ", I whispered in his ear, chuckling.  But
his mantra seemed to be working, since the front of his shorts weren't
quite as tight or revealing.

     "I am SO going to get you for this!" he said, kissing my cheek and
finally heading off with the place settings.

     "I certainly hope so!  I'll be looking forward to it!" I said, and he
stopped so quickly, he almost toppled over frontward.  I saw a shudder and
thought I could detect a soft moan, before he took a few deep breaths and
continued to the table.  The others appeared to be involved with discussing
the house and remodeling, and Ronni and I had kept our voices low enough
that they shouldn't have carried for the others to hear.  Carl was the one
more in our line of vision, and he had a big grin and was slowly shaking
his head.  I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned back.  I turned back to
the counter and got back to fixing the individual salad plates.  With a
garnish of parsley for each, I took all five to the table where Ronni was
finishing up the place settings and placed them around.  He was very
impressed with my balancing act, and I told him that I was a waiter during
one of my summer vacations and learned how to do it.  I told him it
actually saved time from making multiple trips from the kitchen to the
customers, plus it impressed the diners and sometimes increased my tip.  He
hugged me and put his head on my shoulder opposite the side our guests were
on.  From their perspective, it looked like a sweet loving embrace, but it
was much more, as they couldn't see Ronni lick my neck!

     "I will give you a tip," he whispered sexily in my ear.  "And just for
you, you can have not just the tip but all the rest of it too!  I'll even
let you have the cream filling!"  With a final sensuous lick on me ear, he
walked to the kitchen laughing quietly.  He knew he'd succeeded in his
mission!  Fat, wrinkled old grannies in spandex!  Fat, wrinkled old
grannies in spandex!  And that's when the oven timer went off.

     As surreptitiously as I could, I rearranged my too-slowly deflating
cock and turned toward the stove in the direction the others in the salla
couldn't see the front of my still-distended shorts.  Turning off the
timer, the burner for the potatoes and the oven, I removed the tray of
salmon and placed it on the counter and grabbed the potatoes and drained
them in the sink.  I took a serving bowl and platter from the cupboard and
dumped the potatoes into the bowl, adding several generous chunks of
butter.  While the butter melted, I carefully removed the foil from the
salmon, avoiding getting steamed, arranged the fish on the platter, and
added a few more small sprinkles of dill. Ronni had just put the finishing
touches to the place settings, and with only a smile between us, took the
platter to the table while I got the potatoes.  I put in a generous amount
of parsley, gave it a light toss, and dinner was ready.

     Ronni had already called the others to the table, and seeing he'd
already placed filled water glasses at each place, I asked if anyone would
like wine with their dinner.  Carl declined, not surprisingly, but Josie
and Raymar both agreed to have some.  Ronni asked if he could have a little
too, and I asked him if he'd rather have some of the white zinfandel that
he'd had before and seemed to like, or would he rather try what the rest of
us were having.  I told him that this wine wasn't as sweet as the
zinfandel, so he may not like it as much.  He said he'd try some of what we
were having, and if he didn't like it, would get the other himself.  While
I was getting the wine glasses and wine, the others had started serving
themselves, and by the time I had everything to the table, everyone's plate
was full but mine, although just having finished serving himself, Ronni had
started to put food on my plate.  Raymar offered to pour the wine, and I
gratefully accepted while I got the rest of my food, thanking Ronni for his
thoughtfulness.  I reminded Raymar to give Ronni just a sip to see if he
liked it.  Finally, we were all ready to dig in.  After a sweet grace from
Ronni that included thanks for family and friends, new and old, and for the
return of Ronald and that he make a full recovery, I don't think there was
a dry eye in the house as everyone gave a solemn and deeply heartfelt
`Amen'!  I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

     "Thanks, Love," I said, softly. "That was beautiful and perfect."
Carl had a smile on his face similar to the one Ronni's dad got during
times like these.

     "You know, if there were more people like you in the world, there
would be no need for people like me," he said, clearly meaning his role as
bodyguard.

     "Phooey!" said Ronni, immediately and forcefully.  "You're our family
now, and you always will be, and whether you like it or not, you are always
needed!  We love you!"  This struck Carl like a thunderbolt, and once the
initial shock wore off, tears started a slow track down his face.  Raymar
was a lot quicker and a lot more vocal in his response.  As soon as Ronni
made his declaration, he let out a huge sob and raised his napkin to his
mouth, his eyes watering abundantly, just staring at Ronni.  He was
obviously one of those who wore his heart on his sleeve, and even though
his gesture had definite feminine undertones, it in no way detracted from
the man he was.

     I know that there are gays that have a softer feminine side, and some
really let it all hang out and are very flamboyant, while others kept it in
check, maintaining a totally masculine persona and only letting their guard
down in moments like this one.  It wasn't a role they played, it was simply
who they are.  Raymar is a man's man but with a gentle nature, and Carl is
the same but with a definitely more male orientation.  If you were to put
these two on a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being totally effeminate and 10
being totally masculine, Raymar would rate a 6 and Carl would rate and 8.5.
Carl had gotten up and had his arms around his husband as Raymar got his
emotions under control.  He finally looked at Carl with deep love and
reached up and kissed him softly on the lips.  In the meantime, Ronni was
leaning into me and smiling sweetly at our two friends.  He'd initially
been shocked by Raymar's outburst, but quickly realizing it for what it
was, relaxed against me.  Josie also had her napkin to her lips and had
silent tears on her cheeks as she became witness to yet another of our
loving family moments.  Carl returned to his seat, and as soon as he sat
down, Ronni decided to bring closure in his own unique way.

     "So," he said, " did you get the message, or am I gonna have to rough
you up?"  Everybody burst out laughing, and this time, the tears were from
laughing so hard, Carl especially.

     "That won't be necessary," he said, when he stopped laughing.
"Message received loud and clear!"  Raymar looked at Ronni with awe and
wonder..

     "You are something else, my young friend," he said, reaching over to
give Ronni's shoulder a gentle squeeze.  "Something – someone very
special indeed."

     "Lorenzo tried to warn us what to expect," Carl said to his husband.
"Guess we'd better listen more closely next time."

     We finally got around to eating, and even though it had cooled off
slightly, it was still delicious.  We managed to get through the meal
without any further emotional outbursts other than some laughs, and Raymar
spent some time talking with Ronni, getting to know my remarkable young
man.  Carl and I filled Josie in on what she'd missed after she'd left the
gathering Sunday, and it reminded me that with everything else that had
gone on today, I hadn't called Dr. Marcos for an update.  And even though
he'd told me he'd call if I was needed for anything, I still would like a
daily update on how Ronald, and especially Sanie, were doing.

     Everyone opted out of dessert, citing full stomachs, but I think it
was more the after-effects of the highly-charged emotions at the start of
the meal that had affected everyone's appetite.  Even Ronni passed, so as
everyone got up from the table, I told them that they needed once again to
go on without me for the next walkthrough due to the call I wanted to make.
They all told me that I needed to take care of family business first, and
none of them had a problem going on without me.  I firmly told Carl and
Raymar to be sure and tell this contractor everything we'd discussed with
Mark, and they assured me they would.  I looked directly at Carl.

     "Please make sure that you do," I said.  "I want you two to have a
comfortable home for you and Eddie without any compromises.  Now that
you're working for me, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Lorenzo
when I hired him."  Carl and Raymar exchanged worried glances, since I had
managed to keep a firm and serious tone to my voice – with great effort,
I might add.  I was suppressing a chuckle.  "First rule: Since I'm the
boss, you will always listen to me and do as you're told.  Second rule: The
boss is always right!  The third rule I forgot to tell Lorenzo but will
take care of that the next time I see him.  That rule is: Don't piss off
the boss!"  Everyone laughed, and I could see definite relief from Carl and
Raymar, since they weren't really sure what to expect.  Ronni managed to
bring it all home.  Going to Carl, he hugged him.

     "Welcome to our family," he said sincerely and kissed his cheek.
Then, turning to Raymar, he hugged him as well, clearly catching him off
guard.  "We will always be here for you."  Then he kissed his cheek as
well.  I fully expected another outburst, but Raymar simply looked at Ronni
with wet, loving eyes and a gentle smile.

     "Thank you," he said.  "I'm honored to become part of a your family.
I cannot tell you how much it means to me.  Someday soon I will, though."
Everyone left the table, and, after a brief argument, Ronni and I cleared
the table while the others went back to the salla.  It took a reminder of
Rule #1 before I got the others to relent and let Ronni and me take care of
the cleanup.

     We had the table cleared, and I was putting things away and Ronni was
starting the dishes when Martin Flores arrived.  After making the
introductions and excusing myself from joining them right away, they headed
over to the other house, and Ronni and I got back to cleaning up.  Once I
had all the food put away, I joined him and dried as he washed.  We were
done in a surprisingly short amount of time and went to the salla to sit in
our usual spots: me sitting on the end seat of the sofa with my love-leach
wrapped comfortably around me.  After a very nice kiss, I pulled out my
phone and dialed Marcos' number, hoping he was still there but not getting
my hopes up.  It's one of the reasons I went ahead with the cleanup after
dinner.  I figured 15 or 20 minutes wouldn't make that much of difference,
especially if he wasn't there, which I kind of figured wouldn't.  Even if
he wasn't there, though, I'd be able to talk to someone who could give me
an update on Ronald and Sanie.  I was pleased when Marcos answered.

     "Mr. James!" he said.  "I recognized your number on my caller ID.  I
was going to try to reach you later."

     "I'm surprised you're still there, Doctor," I said.  "I was hoping but
not really expecting you were.  If you weren't, I was prepared to talk to
one of the staff about any updates.  You must keep some brutal hours!"

     "Well, there is that," he said with a chuckle.  "But, no.  My usual
hours would have had me out of here and home to my family several hours
ago.  Regrettably, some number crunchers have convinced the administration
that there would be cost-saving measures by having the ER staff work on a
rotating schedule through all three shifts.  We've been ordered to try it
for a month then make an evaluation.  Frankly, I feel it is a very bad
idea.  The human body requires a set rest schedule, and interrupting it
like this can only lead to problems caused by lack of a decent rest by the
individual.  But for now, here we all are in the middle of this budgetary
madness, at least for the next month.  But, enough of my woes.  That is not
the reason you called."

     "I'm sorry you and your staff have to go through that craziness," I
said.  "But you're correct.  My first question for you is, how is Mrs.
Nunez doing?"

     "She is one remarkable woman," he said, chuckling.  "She already has
the staff taking orders from her, and there was an incident when her
daughter, I believe, a Mrs. Martinez, brought in some clothing and
toiletries for Mrs. Nunez.  Mrs. Martinez was trying to get her mother to
go home and get some rest and that she'd take over in the meantime.
Mrs. Nunez said that she would have none of that.  This is her son, and she
will be the one to take care of him and no one else.  I felt badly for the
daughter.  She obviously cares deeply for her mother and brother, but was
mostly concerned for her mother's health.  And frankly, Mr. James, I am
also concerned.  She has had very little rest since she's been here, and if
she doesn't let someone else help, she may very well become a patient here,
too.  Is there anyone at all who might have enough influence over her to
get her to accept at least some help?  I have overheard Mrs. Nunez and her
son talking when he has lucid moments, and your name seems to come up a
lot.  Do you think you could be the one to talk to her?"

     "I'd like to think I could help," I said, "but believe it or not, I
only just met her for the first time this past week."

     "But...but," Marcos stuttered.  "The way she was talking about you to
Mr.  Nunez, it sounded like she'd known you for years!  You and someone
named Ronni, I think."

     "Ronni is her grandson," I said cautiously.  Ronni was listening
intently to my side of the conversation, and with the mention of his name,
looked at me questioningly, and I mouthed "Later" at him, getting a nod of
understanding.  This was not the time to get into any discussions about our
relationship and the dream thing.  Maybe another time. Maybe!  Right now,
my main concerns were for Sanie and Ronald.  But maybe Ronni would be the
one who could convince Sanie that she needed help.  She loved him dearly
and just might listen to a plea from him.

     "Dr. Marcos, could you hang on for just a minute?" I asked.  "I might
have a solution."

     "Certainly," he answered.  "Anything you could come up with would be
appreciated.  Oh, and before I forget.  Mr. Nunez has been asking to see
you.  He seems most insistent.  I believe you had said that no one had seen
him for some years, and I must admit that his insistence is most puzzling."

     "I can't imagine why he'd want to talk to me," I replied, just as
puzzled as the doctor.  "Let me take care of this interruption first, then
we'll get back to it."

     "Very well," he said.  "I'll grab a coffee while I wait.  I certainly
need it with this shift change!"

     "Ok," I said.  "I'll be right back with you in a moment."  Punching
the mute button on my phone, I looked at my clearly puzzled love.
"Sweetheart, I have a request for you," I said, as I stroked his face."

     "I'll do anything for you, Phil," he said, kissing my cheek.

     "Well, it seems your lola refuses to let anybody take care of your
uncle or even help," I explained.  "Your Uncle Ronald is a very sick man,
and it's going to take a long time for him to recover, which means the
person who takes care of him will be busy for a long time too, and your
lola insists that she's the only one who will do it.  Right now in your
uncle's recovery, he gets very little sleep, and your lola will only sleep
when he does.  He goes in and out of sleep all through the day and night,
and that's not good for your lola's health.  Your mother was there today to
try to convince her to let others help, but your lola refused.  Even the
doctor is concerned about her health.  You and your lola have a very close
relationship, and I'm hoping that she might possibly listen to you when she
won't listen to others.  Are you willing to talk to her to try and convince
her to let others help?"  He threw his arms around me and hugged me
tightly.

     "Of course I'll talk to her!" he said, with great conviction.  "She
helped me with my dreams and took care of me when Mama was having the
babies, and she's always been there when I needed her.  This will let me
pay her back a little if I can help."  Have I mentioned what a wonderful,
caring and loving person my Ronni is and how very much I love him?  Never
enough times!!  I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him.

     "My Ronni," I said, caressing his cheek, "you never cease to amaze me
with that caring and loving heart you carry inside.  How I got so lucky to
have you in my life awes me.  I love you so much, my Love!  So very much!!"

     "Tell the doctor I will talk to Lola," he said.  Then he grinned.  "I
can be just as stubborn as she can!"  I laughed, hugged and kissed him,
then hit the mute button.

     "Still there, doctor?" I asked.

     "Still here, Mr.  James, enjoying a surprisingly decent cup of coffee
for a hospital," he said.

     "I've got someone to agree to try and talk some sense into Sanie," I
said.  "She and her grandson, Ronni, have a very close bond and
relationship.  He's agreed to give it a try, and frankly, it's going to be
a battle of two very strong wills, but my money will be on Ronni.  She
loves him without measure and will most likely relent just for him."

     "I hope you're right," Marcos said with a sigh.  "I can foresee some
potentially very serious health issues for her in the not-too-distant
future if she keeps on as she is now.  I hope her grandson will help her to
see reason"

     "If anyone can, it will be Ronni," I said confidently.  "Is there a
good time for us to come in tomorrow?  As long as there are no language
problems, I plan to see what it is Ronald wants to talk to me about and
figured to do that while Ronni talks to his grandmother.  Otherwise, I'll
wait until Ronni can be my interpreter."

     "Actually, Mr.  Nunez speaks English quite well," said Marcos.  "I'm
sorry to say that he told me that he had studied it in school and polished
his speaking skills with English-speaking clients while hustling.  What an
awful way to learn a language!  But you should have no language problems.
But I have noticed that due to his weakened condition, he will sometimes
slip back into Tagalog, and if you do not have a good understanding of our
language, it might be best to have someone on hand for moments like that.
As to the best time?  It is really hit or miss, I'm afraid.  He has no set
sleep pattern, which has been the problem for his mother, since she will
only sleep when he does."

     "Since it doesn't seem to matter what time we arrive, we'll plan for
about 10:00.  No!  Wait!!  I just remembered I have a meeting in the late
morning, so why don't we arrive, say, around 1:00, after lunch. That will
give us most of the afternoon to convince Mrs. Nunez and allow for extra
time in case Ronald falls asleep."

     "That sounds reasonable," he replied.  "Should I tell Mrs. Nunez to
expect you?"

     "No," I said quickly.  "We may be able to use the element of surprise
to our advantage."

     "Good thinking," he agreed.  "Then we'll look for you about 1:00.  If
I should happen to not be here when you arrive, my associate, Dr.Shorr, can
give you any information you need.  He's been with me from the beginning on
this case and is well aware of everything."

     "That's good to know," I said.  "Well, I had better let you get back
to work.  Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to talk to
me.  Oh!  Is there anything new you can tell me about Ronald?"

     "I'm glad you reminded me," he said, with a sigh.  "I guess these
shift changes are getting to me already.  I'm pleased to say that we've
been able to upgrade his condition from critical to serious.  The odds I
gave you before are now better than 50%.  It may seem like a small thing,
but believe me.  Given his condition when he arrived, that's a vast
improvement.  The other good news is that there is a definite improvement
in his blood count, so the antibiotics for the STD's are definitely having
a positive effect.  They are, as you Americans say, `kicking ass'!"  We
both laughed.  "Because of that and the fact that there seem to be no
adverse reactions or interactions, we are now able to administer full doses
of the methadone, which has greatly reduced the number and severity of the
seizures.  Another day or two, and I believe we'll have them completely
under control. Finally, on a non-medical note, Mrs. Nunez insisted he be
shaved and have his hair cut.  The change was most dramatic.  And even in
his emaciated state, you can clearly see that he is a very handsome man.
It also seemed to improve his outlook as well, as he has been less surly to
the staff.  I know his mother was quite pleased with the results.  And
that's about it for now.  I feel good being able to give hopeful news.  I
can now say with more cautious certainty that I'm sure Mr. Nunez will make
a full recovery, although there is still quite a ways to go."

     "Thank you, Dr.  Marcos," I said, sincerely "I know you and your staff
are doing the best you can, and it's very much appreciated by all of us.
Now, if we can just get his mother to agree to some help, then everything
would be good."

     "You are most welcome, Mr. James," he replied.  "We will continue to
do our very best, I assure you.  And the best of luck with Mrs. Nunez.  She
is a wonderful but formidable woman."

     "I think we have our secret weapon right here," I said, caressing
Ronni's face.  "If anyone can do it, he will."

     "I certainly hope so," he said.  "I have to go now.  I'm being paged.
Good luck, and please call anytime you have the need.  Goodbye."

     "Goodbye, and thanks again," I said, as we hung up.  "Well, Love, you
heard my end of it but in case you missed something, the basics are: Your
uncle is improving, slowly but steadily, he's had a shave and haircut and
looks and feels better and wants to talk to me, for some reason, and your
lola is going to burn herself out if she doesn't get help soon."

     "You mean that it took a half an hour of talk with the doctor to say
what you just did in less than a minute?"  he asked, incredulously.

     "I'm afraid you're right, Love, " said, with a chuckle.  "There was a
lot more detail in what the doctor told me, but if you pull out just the
main information, that's it."  I hadn't planned on talking so long and had
fully intended to join the others with the contractor.  I was just about to
say something about that to Ronni, when the door opened and the four of
them came in.  Ronni and I got up and walked over to them.  I asked if they
got everything covered, giving a particularly inquisitive eye to Carl and
Raymar, and was assured they did.  They almost fell all over themselves
with reassurances, and I just couldn't keep the laugh inside that built as
they told me.  They both blushed at my amusement and joined me when they
realized how they'd been acting.  After getting everyone settle in the
salla, Ronni and I took the drink orders, and once everyone was served, we
got down to business.


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