It was 1994 I felt ecstatic because, for the first time, I had a real job. I felt important and proud. I was then twenty years old and my mother cooked Pancit Malabon and my favorite Kare Kare. My mother was the best cook in the whole town of Binondo and people often asked her to cook for them during parties. My oldest sister inherited this talent. After rigid two months of training, we were sieved and I belonged to the ten lucky ones who got the position in
December of 1996 was the most fantastic month of my life. For the first time, I felt complete. I learned how to dream. I have decided to enroll in a computer school because I wanted to learn how to use Microsoft office. I wanted to learn about the internet because at that time it was the rave. They said it was just dial-up but I still can’t get the grasp. I have learned to use Lotus 123 because that is what most people in the office use. It was not easy because I have to memorize a lot of keys and commands. Then I learned about MS Word, then Excel. I didn’t know why I had to study it back then but I just wanted to learn. I wanted to know what Martina had been doing and her work. When I entered the academy along C.M. Recto street, the first music which greeted me was the song of Edie Brickell, Good times. It was the soundtrack of the ancient Microsoft back then besides the dancing baby. It was drizzling outside and I have an umbrella with me and hot coffee, black with suga
I used to call her aunt Katerina when I was young. My mother didn’t like her because she says her morality is questionable. Oliver’s mom didn’t like her either but her husband told her that she’s their youngest sister and he has to take care of her. Besides, she doesn’t stay in their place all the time. She has three children. Her two eldest children were from another man and the youngest was from another man. Her oldest
Cheska didn’t notice the time. It was already 6 p.m. and their company driver messaged her that he is on his way. She already had lunch with Uncle Mike as she fondly calls him. It was already her third visit and by Saturday which is the following day she has to report to the office for her weekly submission. He cooked Menudo for lunch and while eating, they talked light stuff like their families. He told her about her 3 nieces
The whole Sunday I was trying to compile everything that I had gathered from my conversation with Mr. Benedicto. I was still at the beginning of the story but I’m already anxious about what comes next. My mind was like a windmill that weekend and I have to drop everything just to think. Michael Benedicto, who are you? What was your effect on women in your time? Looking at him now he seemed to be so mild, ple
Katerina was an extraordinary woman. She was seventeen years older than me and has more experience in sex. She was my mentor. She taught me various unimaginable positions, doing it non-stop for hours. She was a wild woman and she drives me crazy. Our relationship was just lust and we do it anywhere in particular. We’ve done it in every corner of her house. We’ve even done it while her daughter was slee
December 21, 1996, Saturday. It was our Christmas party. It was a gratifying evening and despite the economic crisis that our country was facing at that time, our company was generous enough to give their employees a big party and lots of gifts. It was the most joyous event that we’ve had. I was talking to my colleagues when Martina joined us. She’s wearing a red dress that highlighted her silky smooth skin and
Rosemarie likes to be entered from behind and all fours. She never faces me whenever we make love. She said that looking at your partner seems personal. Rosemarie Guevarra, even at the age of 50, still got the