New shoes.New shoes. Sneakers. Genuine Keds Made In U.S.A. none of the other kids have them. And he had money for her to give her mother. And he didn't try to touch her. The next time he came back, he did touch her and one thing led to another. By the time she was ten, fucking him and sucking him was a regular part of the visits. So were the presents and the money for her mother. This went on for a year. When she was almost eleven, he asked her to come to Manila and help him out with some things. He said he could give her mother almost a thousand dollars American. Besides, it would be fun. By then, the pain had been all but forgotten and she agreed. The village was boring her. She was starting to develop just a little bit and she was very pretty, but her big eyes and soft lips made her look sexy, too. He said so. In Manila, he introduced her to a friend, a Japanese man who was willing to give her fifty dollars American to let him lick her, nothing else. She was so grateful, she jerked him off. Her uncle had a lot of friends. Before she was twelve, he turned her out. He had a young protege, fifteen, look out for her. They were five blocks from the cathedral Ferdinand Marcos had built to celebrate the Twenty-Fifth Anniversary of marrying Evita...I mean, Imelda. The protege arranged dates. Japanese businessmen came to know him well. They came on sex tours. Then some Americans began to show up. "The Japanese were usually nice enough, very polite. They never forced. They would just offer more and more money until I agreed." The Americans were another story. "They usually got drunk or smoked marijuana and then they couldn't get erections. They would be nasty. Sometimes they would hit me. That was okay as long as there were no bruises -- nothing to impair my value." The protege kept the girls in line. "He would do whatever worked best,. Most he would beat. Some he would sweet-talk. Some, he would -- would -- " Some he would sodomize, rather brutally. |