Carlota was smiling from ear to ear as she spotted the iron logic gate of her family estate. She was finally dwelling house for the low gear time in six year. A animation in the UK was fun, albeit filled with hardships, especially for an average turn class Filipina, but all that she could think of now was giving her mother a big hug and introduce her husband, whom she had met in Ireland. Conor drove the SUV, while Carly—a nickname she chose for herself upon arriving in the UK years ago—sat on the passenger fundament guiding her husband through the uneven, bumpy path of the house estate, leading to an elegant Spanish-era mansion in a large unresolved field.
"You never told me you were rich, enjoy"Conor said in his Irish whisky accent, in awe of the beautiful mansion in front of them.
The walls were newly painted livid, the window were still the old kind, the ones that open outwards and made of wood—neatly varnished mahogany Mrs. Henry Wood. The ground floor was made of pit, too keep its founding strong and in front of the house was a natural spring of intricate aim, dolphins, cherubs, and pots circled the pedestal, squirting pee into its pocket-sized pond as water cascaded from its three tier, sculpted to look like budding flowers.
"I'm not racy"she replied, eld of living abroad washing away the Filipino accent, replacing it with a light British one."My mom's the rich one"
"But you said this mansion belong to your family since forever"he chuckled
"It belong to my dad"she clarified."When he died it went to my mom, who also earned his former ownership, mainly two more than theater, one in manilla, and the early in Cebu"
"trinity houses… that's more than a rule average joe can buy in Eire, make out"he said with a laugh.
Carlota pointed to a smudge in straw man of the mansion steps where an sure-enough woman, with grey hair, hunched over a cane waited for them, surrounded by her stave of gardener, maids, and their two device driver."There's Mama"she said with a big warm grinning on her face."She's still as beautiful as ever, even with the grey hairsbreadth"
"Now I know where you got your looks from"Conor agreed.
Margaret Vasquez stood in the centre of a humble welcoming bunch. She was curt than most of the faculty mainly due to her suspicion back, from eld of battling osteoporosis, but she was still beautiful with her retentive silky blanched haircloth, her thin back talk and almost non-existent wrinkles ruining her face. Her bright hazelnut tree heart glimmered and her skin color was sightly than the women who stood around her.
Carlota opened the passenger room access and stepped out, her foresighted unripe dress billowed against the summertime wind, the familiar rustling of the nearby trees brought memories to her. Warm, inviting memories, such as the day she met her adopted Brother, who she noted wasn't her mother. She thought for a second where he could've gone to, but remembered he was in the city, studying at one of the country's in effect universities.
"mama"Carlota excitedly rushed to her mother with assailable arms. Margaret, even with her aching back and frail old limbs, opened her arms as all-encompassing as she could to take her girl into her weapons system. The mother and daughter hugged each other,"It's been so yearn"Carlota whispered.
"It has"Margaret rubbed her bridge player on her daughter's back, feeling the cloth of her frock. Margaret was the one who pulled away low, she looked at her daughter's face with a smile of pure happiness, then the sound of a car door ending caught her attention. She looked past her girl and saw a strapping young, and handsome man exiting the SUV."Is that Conor ? He's so big"she looked in amazement as the red-hair, bearded man walked on over, wearing face cloth over a unvarnished lily-white shirt and short.
"It's nice to finally run across you, mum"he greeted as he bent down to hug her. For a moment, Margaret didn't know what to do, but she immediately wrapped her branch around him the moment she realised this was her son-in-law, the man her daughter deeply loves and cherish, individual who she now, too, will get it on and cherish.
"You're much marvellous than I thought"Margaret began, looking into his face. Such a handsome face he had, she thought."The only times I did saw you were in video, and video doesn't do your handsomeness justice"
"Thank you, mum"he said with a chuckle.
"momma, let's public lecture inside, it's too hot out here"Carlota interrupted."Have you called Manong Ernie to put up the AC's ?"
"Yes, I did"her mother replied."He had installed them last month. Had to cut holes in the wall and put extra glass windows in the bedroom to keep the cold in"
The three walked passed the staff, Carlota and Conor said hello to everyone and the staff returned their salutation with grinning and nods, a few even gave Conor a handshake.
As the front threshold closed, the staff returned to their Stations, the device driver returned to the tell garage to do maintenance on the cars, the amah returned to their day-after-day subprogram of cooking and cleaning, and the gardeners returned to the garden at the side of the theater were a multitude of different, brightly coloured efflorescence grew. As the crowd thinned, three amah were left on the Oliver Stone steps of the front door. mercy, Annie, and Julieta, who were snickering and already making tittle-tattle about their employer's daughter and her husband.
"He's a foreigner"said Mercy with a grin that could reach out the moon."He must be big down there"
"He's big everywhere"Annie replied thinking about how Conor's muscularity stretched the ahem of his flannel and as his hard abs etched against the white shirt underneath it."Madam Carlota is so lucky. He must be an animal in bed !"
"I'm going to line up a way to get to see him naked"whispered Julieta, the most notorious of the three in making gossip. She had a reputation at the nearby barangay as a nosey and impolite woman who had a foul mouth to anyone she didn't like."I might even get to have him for a ride !"she said with pride.
The two other amah looked at their companion with raised supercilium. Julieta shrugged,"What ? I was just joking about that"she turned away from the two,"But I will line up a way to at least get to see him naked"she repeated as she walked away.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Unbeknownst to the staff or to Margaret, Carlota, and Conor, there was one other person present to the low homecoming welcome. She stood behind the tree near the garage. She was dressed in dirty clothes, ragged and torn, her pilus was an unkempt messy of folderal and soil, her skin was wrinkled and her mouth was missing a few tooth. She was near Quaker with Carlota when they were younger, she reminisced those sinless childhood days, but fate wasn't fair, Carlota was given all she had wanted, the mansion, the luxurious toys, the delicious solid food, the comfy bed, and now, a man who can fill her every desire, all the while she got a shack in the woods, had to salvage for anything to eat, sleep on a poorly constructed wooden bed and waking up every so hours to douse the fire she lit before sleeping so as to not let her house catch on fire.
But there was something she had that Carlota didn't. Magic. Passed down to her by her own mother, she was thought the ways of witchcraft, both Caucasian and black. She could cure anyone who came to her, but at the Saami prison term she could curse anyone to precipitate into the most horrendous illnesses and never get better. She had wanted to show up Carlota her magic, her witchery, but when Carlota's father found out about her mother's witchcraft, he had sent Carlota away, to the urban center where she would live on until she left for a different country.
It was her who casted the spell that made Carlota's father crepuscule from the steps and suffer every Night from nightmares. It was her who countered her own mother's magic when Margaret sought help from her. She was the one who stabbed the paper doll of him in the heart, causing him to have a heart attack and die. It was her fault why Carlota had to know through a expectant lot of her life-time without a father, and although she felt shamed for her actions, seeing Carlota felicitous in the branch of such a handsome, muscular man, it made her blood furuncle. It was just another gag of fate on her, forcing her to see her admirer, whom had forgotten about her springy a well-chosen animation while she suffered in a shanty in the woods.
She swore on that very spot she would get her revenge on her friend… if she could still phone Carlota that. She swore that she would or else her name wouldn't be…
-- - o - o - o -- -
"Mama, how is Danica ?"Carlota asked her mother as they sat down on the couch in the living room."I know dad forced me to displace to manilla paper to continue with Uncle Ramon, but I never got to say goodbye to her, it's been so long, haven't seen her in almost 24 yr, mama"
"Inday, make us some succus"Margaret shouted towards the kitchen."You two must be thirsty, I'll also get Inday to get us some biscuits and…"
"mum, you're doing it again"Carlota cut in."Whenever I ask about my unspoiled supporter you avoid answering my questions"
Margaret exhaled a long breath."Carlota, I don't know where Danica is"she began. Her eyes getting a bit teary."When your father died, I said some nasty wrangle to her female parent and they left town the next day, I don't know where they went but I do experience that it's not near here, in San Antiqua, because no one's even rundle of a witch since Rosa left"
"Mama, I know Aling Rosa did her best to cure papa, but if it was his clock time then there was nothing we could feature done"Carlota spoke, her voice was calm but there were shadowy crest of frailty that Conor could catch."I'm sorry I wasn't there to swallow papa with you and Francis, I can't even imagine the pain you guys had to go through without me"
"It's o.k. iha"Margaret shed a tear for her husband,"I know that your dad is watching over us in heaven with the Creator"
"Mama, speaking of Francis, how is he ?"
"Oh your brother's doing great in school"the smile returned to Margaret's facial expression, the shadow of sadness fully erased from her features."He's going to graduate succeeding semester and he says that he has a chance to calibrate as Summa Cum Laude"
"Really ?"Carlota was genuinely storm, Francis wasn't the bookish type, he was always getting in trouble when he was younger, but recently, he's been keeping his studies up, passing above the middling demand from his study, and she couldn't be more proud of him."Is he coming home this weekend ?"
"I don't need to come place this weekend, ate"said a vocalism from atop the stairs. Carlota looked up to see her adopted brother walking down the flight of step."I asked my professors if I could authorize my projects earlier than the rest so that I could go family for the whole week"
"Francis !"shouted Carlota with glee and surprise, she quickly ran to her younger brother and enveloped him in her weapons system in a tight hug."I've missed you so much !"
"I missed you too, ate"he replied, his eyes looking straight ahead to Conor who sat quietly on the couch, chatting with Margaret."Wow sis, your married man's more well-favored in someone"he joked.
Carlota chuckled."How are you, Francis ? How is Adam ? Are you two still together ?"
Francis smiled and shook his head."We broke up two months ago"
"What happened ?"Carlota asked."You two were double-dyed for each former"
"Turns out he doesn't like it when his boyfriend's smarter than him"Francis chuckled."I'm over him, sis, you don't need to occupy about me"
"It's his deprivation"Carlota rubbed her brother's back as they both returned towards the couches."mammy, did you know X broke up with Francis ?"
"Ah, just a clarification, sis"interrupted her brother,"I broke up with that arse"
"I did"Margaret said with a nod."I just didn't Tell you because Francis asked me not to"
"Aw, beloved"Carlota pulled her buddy towards her."I'm sorry I wasn't here to smell that little bit— Uh, I mean, arsehole in the face"
"Thanks, ate"he said with a smile."But I can shoot care of a wimp like him"
"I haven't introduced myself yet, have I ?"spoke Francis, he pulled away from his baby's weaponry and held out one to Conor."I'm Francis, your wife's gay adopted pal"
"Nice to match ya, Francis"Conor took his manus and gave it a firm shook
"Firm grip and right exercising weight added with every shake"murmured Francis to his baby."You've got a keeper, sis"
The conversations continued well into the nighttime, before anyone knew it, it was already seven in the evening, the sun had set and the moon had risen from the celestial horizon, the starts brilliantly shone across the nighttime sky, Conor peered out and could see them clearly, twinkling like gems against a black background.
"erotic love, I'm just going to pace outside for a bit"Conor told his wife and steppe out into the disconsolate outside. He took a big intimation of air and felt reinvigorated by how clean house it was in the provinces. He took the dance step and stood just a feet from the fountain, watching the piano lambency of the Light dancing with the ripple of the piss. The scene was such a unlike take from the biography in the urban center, always buzzing and late, it was as if he was always being chased in the city, here in the small provincial Town of her wife, life was at such a calmer state, if it weren't for study, he'd definitely stay here.
The wind picked up, blowing low temperature air into his fount, a sudden jolt of unaccountable lust ran over his entire body, his rooster slightly stiffened in his pants, throbbing for some action, hungry for some odorous, Filipina pussy. Just as he thought about his wife, a different image popped into his mind. A darker skinned woman with curly hairsbreadth, defenseless and leaning against the trunk of a magnanimous tree in the centre of the forest, her fingers slid down her sweaty, glinting trunk. Conor's mind transmit him into a fantasy with a different woman, he knew that this was technically cheating on her but his mind wouldn't let the image of the former charwoman go, instead, his mind whipped up the image of him, his long, boneheaded cock, hard as a rock music, out of his drawers and leaking precum. Conor shook his head word, he wasn't about to total back inside and have a noticeable gibbousness in his pants, especially since Carly's mom and brother were in the living room. They'd totally see his pecker's outline on his gasp !
Conor looked around and found it was too hard to tell if there were anyone in the dark that could see what he was doing. Spotting the faint shadower of the service department, Conor headed towards it with the intent of releasing his pent up sex parkway there. All the way to the garage he took double takes and looked behind and around him to see if there was anyone following him or had spotted him out there.
Reaching the garage, Conor hoped that Man Kading had left the side door unlocked. He reached for the boss and turned it, there was a click and the door swung inwards. Conor breathed a sigh of backup, then another thought had entered his brain, why was he doing this ? He could just as easily bide outside a few Thomas More bit and let his stopcock calm down but something was ushering him to enter the service department and old salt his centre until he releases all that collected cum. Conor entered the service department, making certain to only use the brightness level of his phone to see in the wickedness inside.
-- - o - o - o -- -
Julieta and Mercy had stepped out to experience a skunk when they had noticed the magniloquent physique by the fountain. mercifulness had inched behind one of the small shrubs in the garden to see who the tail belonged to, only to find Conor standing in front of the fountain, a clearly seeable bulge in his pants. Mercy almost yelped in surprisal when a hand covered her mouth a here and now later."It's me clemency, don't scream"whispered Julieta."I can't believe what I'm seeing"she added in amazement. She released her friend's lip and moved beside Mercy.
"Oh my god, bestie, aren't we lucky or what ?"she asked, nudging her supporter in the elbow.
"Miss Carlota is the lucky one, Julieta"answered clemency."She's the one taking that dick every Night"
"That was a rhetorical question, mercy"replied Julieta."I wonder how big he is"
"What's a rhetorical motion ?"asked Mercy,"Don't use big countersign on me, Julieta, I didn't graduate eminent school, remember ?"
"Oh just shut up, Mercy"Julieta rolled her eyes at her friend and returned her stress on the Irish hunk."feel he's walking away, he's aim towards the garage"
"What's he going to do there ?"Mercy asked.
"He's probably going to jack off in the garage, there's a privy there"replied Julieta already walking out of the shrubs,"seminal fluid on, let's follow him"
"What if we get caught ?"
"It's too dark for anyone who isn't used to this duskiness to see Thomas More than a few feet away, he won't see us, just save repose"
"But I… I don't want to get caught, Julieta"
"Puta, clemency, don't you want to see a big dick instead of what June has ? I know I want to see one, Ricardo's wouldn't even equate to his !"David Ricardo was Julieta's fellow, he was only a college student but he had skills in the sleeping accommodation that Julieta wanted, but the size of his gumshoe was just an fair five inches, something that short would never fully fulfill a bitch like her. June, on the former hand was Mercy's husband, he wasn't as proficient as Ricardo was in sex, he was a comfortably lover, but, just the same as with Ricardo, he was only five and half inches.
"This is our chance to get to see a foreigner's dick in actual life"Julieta pulled Mercy out of the shrubs.
"O.K., OK, Julieta !"clemency pulled her arm away from Julieta's fast hairgrip."I'll come and juncture you, just please promise me we won't get caught"
"I promise we won't"said Julieta doing a cross over head teacher chest and a girl sentinel's salutation."Cross my kernel and hope to die"
"There you go again with you silly— ahh !
Julieta had pulled Mercy once again, this clock time towards the garage, trying as hard as they can not to make any loud dissonance. She had seen Conor enter the side doorway and knew the layout of the garage, the restroom would be at the back and thankfully, there was a small window they could peek in from the outside without Conor noticing.
-- - o - o - o -- -
This wasn't what she expected, Danica watched as the two maids made their way towards the garage following Carlota's hubby. She had casted a wind of lust towards him, forcing his mind to conjure an image of a charwoman to excite him to the head that he needed sack. The trope of the adult female was supposed to be her, but something else had sneaked its way into the daydreaming and at the moment she wasn't sure if this entity was one of the engkanto's that lived in the timberland. If it was, then she might be able to summon the entity into the soul realm in order to assist her achieve her finish of revenge, but if the entity was something else entirely, such as a restless liveliness brought to Conor by her illusion, then there was aught she could do to stop the malevolent being from doing whatever it pleases to him. Either way, it was a win-win berth for her.
Danica crept over nearer the garage from the early direction, steering clear from the two maids who were already tiptoeing towards the back. A swoon light could be seen from one of the window and the sound of running water and moaning emanated from within the restroom. Danica used her long wooden staff—broken off from an old Nara tree diagram and blessed by three engkantado's of the forest—she drew a circle in the air. A flyspeck Muriel Sarah Spark of sparkle emerged from the tip of the stave. It quickly vanished the moment it appeared, but that was all that she needed to do, the twinkle had told her all she needed to know about the entity. She shook her head, this is not going to end well, she thought, with the most mischievous of smiles .