Dorsai
Marilyns Return
I met Kelly through her friend Jan, who was my best friend's daughter. I'd been watching out for her and her two brothers one time when I'd accidentally interrupted her while she was masturbating. From that single event, my life changed – a LOT, and for the better. Before I really knew what had happened to me, I'd met Kelly, deflowered her, deflowered Jan (with her Dad's knowledge and permission, no less!), and four of their other friends. Kelly had moved in with me, and when she'd graduated college, had agreed to marry me. When the two of us had gone off to the Philippines for a business client of mine, we'd made a new friend, Marlyn, and sort-of adopted Marlyn's niece, Marilyn. After Kelly had had her little adventure, we'd gone to the doctor and used one of the frozen samples I'd left behind (before I'd gotten a vasectomy) to get her pregnant. We (Kelly, that is) had twins – Daniel Paul and Janet Kelly; Jan and the others had helped us out tremendously during and after Kelly's pregnancy. For all intents and purposes, our kids had six mothers: Kelly, of course, along with Jan, Susan, Robyn, Sandra, and Candice.
As the time went by, and Daniel and Janet grew up, we continued to keep in touch with Marlyn, the friend we'd made in the Philippines. She, in turn, kept us up on what all was happening in her life. Ted, the manager of the manufacturing plant that I'd helped get set up over there, had asked her to marry him, and she'd agreed. Several months after Kelly had our kids, we got word from Marlyn that she was pregnant – and happy as she could be. She also made sure that we knew what was going on with Marilyn – how she was doing in school, and so on. For her part, Marilyn wrote to us, too – just not as often.
When it came time, Marlyn wrote to us to ask if we would be able to help Marilyn into an American college. Of course, we were more than happy to do so – even going so far as to get several other people to write letters of recommendation for her to help pave the way. It was less a question of her grades and nationality than one of her age: having been promoted an extra grade, she would be starting college at 17, instead of the usual 18.
One of the schools she was accepted to was one that was only about a half-hour drive from where Kelly and I lived; it was a damn fine school for economics (which Marilyn wanted to major in), and had a fairly good political science curriculum, too (which she also wanted to study). Ted was making good money as the plant manager, but he wasn't rolling in dough – so when Marilyn was accepted to the college near us, Kelly and I both told them that Marilyn was more than welcome to stay with us; either on a temporary basis until she found a place of her own, or full-time. The reply we got from Marilyn was that she would be delighted to stay with us, provided that we were sure that she wouldn't be any trouble. That wasn't a problem, and we quickly reassured her of that fact. For our part, we didn't even have to add any furniture: with twins, Kelly and I had decided that we'd rather keep the house and add to it, instead of going out and trying to find something with more space. Since the added cost wasn't all that much, we'd gone ahead and added two rooms to the house. That left us with the Master bedroom where Kelly and I slept, my office, a bedroom for each of the kids (the addition), and the original 'guest' room. All told, it added nearly 600 square feet to the living space, what with the additional rooms and another bathroom for the kids to share.
Shortly after Marilyn agreed to stay with us, Ted sent us some money to get her a used car, as well as to pay for her to attend a U.S. driving school. She'd taken the equivalent of 'drivers ed' in the Philippines, but he and Marlyn both knew that driving in the U.S. was considerably different than driving in the Philippines! Kelly and I looked around, and finally found her an old, but dependable, Volvo DL. It wasn't fast and sexy (for which Ted thanked us, when we told him about it), but it would be more than enough to get her where she needed or wanted to go, winter or summer, with no trouble. We also made arrangements to have her put on our auto insurance policy. When Ted heard about it, he went so far as to call us – long distance from the Philippines – to object. I took the call, and after listening to him for a couple of minutes, finally told him 'Look, Ted – its done, and I'm not going to UNdo it. If you want to argue about it, you can try Kelly; I'm not going to change anything.' – and handed the phone to Kelly. She could be almost as stubborn as me, when it suited her.
Apparently, it suited her just fine, then. She politely argued with him about it for a little bit before telling him 'Ted, here's how it works. Dan and I can't send any of the things that we want to for her graduation present, so we're only going to be able to send her some money. But this we can do. There's no point in you fussing about it: we're going to do it, and that's that. If you try to pay for it, we won't cash your check or money order or whatever you send, so don't bother. If you just HAVE to spend money, then put it in a savings account for when you and Marlyn have a baby, so your kid can go to college.'
After she'd graduated high school (with a 3.93 grade point average, no less!), and had some time off from school, she came to the U.S. to stay with us for a couple of weeks before she had to start school.
Kelly and I – and the kids – were there to meet her when she cleared Customs in Los Angeles. It took a second for me to recognize her: she'd grown considerably.
At roughly five and a half feet tall, she probably towered over Marlyn; she was even cuter than when we'd seen her last, with a little button of a nose, beautiful brown eyes, and straight black hair that flowed over her shoulders.
She was wearing loose cotton clothing that simply couldn't hide the curve of her bust and the gentle arcs of her waist and hips; she'd grown into a very lovely young woman. When she saw us, she let out a delighted cry and ran over to us, where we all took turns kissing and hugging. Then she squatted down and was introduced to Daniel and Janet, who both took to her in an instant. They held her hands and both talked to her a mile a minute as Kelly and I (okay, mostly me) carried her luggage over to the airline that would be flying us back home. When we finally got home, we left her to put away her things and freshen up. When she was done, I fixed her up with one of the electronic keys that would let her into the house, and got her started on teaching Mabel (my home automation system: Machine Access By English Language) to recognize her voice – with Daniel and Janet helping her. Before she'd come over, Kelly and I had asked the others to give her a couple of days to get settled before we all got together so they could welcome her back. They'd all understood, and Paul had come up with the idea of a cookout at his place on Sunday after she arrived as a good way for everyone to see her again.
Supper that night was courtesy of Marilyn, despite our protests that she should rest: lumpia (a kind of thin- shelled VERY crispy burrito), pancit (fried rice), and a couple of other Filipino dishes.
After the kids had gone to bed, Marilyn sat with us in the den (with Cat on her lap, purring as Marilyn rubbed her ears), catching us up on what all was happening with Marlyn and Ted, the factory, and all the rest.
When she was done, she looked at Kelly, then me, and said 'Tito (Uncle) Dan and Tita (Aunt) Kelly, I want to thank you, both of you, for being so much help in getting me into school here; and for letting me stay with you. I was so afraid that I was going to have to stay at the college, and that I wouldn't find any friends for a long time. But if I can stay here, then I know that I will always be with family.'
Kelly told her 'Marilyn, you are more than welcome to stay with us while you're here in this country, whether it's while you're going to school, or if you just want to visit. You are family to us, too, and we're always glad to have you here.'
With that, Marilyn started to cry (with happiness, I hoped), and Kelly went over to hold her and comfort her, followed by me to do the same things.
After a bit, she settled down again, and after giving us both a kiss on the cheek and wishing us a good night, went to bed.
The next morning – Friday – Kelly and I got up and headed for the kitchen to get our coffee, and to start breakfast for the kids. Instead, we found that Marlyn had already gotten things going, and was waiting patiently for us. We asked her why she was up so early, and she blushed a little before telling us 'I just want to make sure that you are not sorry that I am here, so I am trying to help you.'
Kelly and I both hugged her and assured her that she didn't have to do anything special to 'help' – that just having her there was enough for us. She asked when the kids usually got up, and we told her that we usually had ourselves a cup of coffee and our own breakfast before waking the kids; that way we were assured of getting our own meals before it was feeding time at the 'zoo' – making her laugh.
She had breakfast with us, and when Kelly and I were down to the bottoms of our coffee cups, told us to stay in the kitchen if we wanted; that she would be the one to get the kids started. Kelly suggested she'd need a
