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him.
Louie wasn't good enough for you?”
     
    “I wasn't in love with him,” Tanya snorted. “He
didn't make me feel anything. I never felt like a woman. I never
really wanted him like I want Bendato. I'd let him take me right
now any way or anywhere he wanted. I am moist right now thinking
about him taking me. I don't care if you understand or approve. I
don't.”
     
    “What about this American?” Mariel sharply retorted.
“It's his fault. You did that website full of loose women and
western men looking for dirty cam girls. You met him and lost
interest in Louie. That's what happened. That's what started all
this. Him and those books.”
     
    “I can't believe you are saying this. Plus you are
just wrong. You're ignorant. You don't know what you are talking
about,” Tanya whimpered through some emerging tears running down
her caramel colored face.
     
    “Does the American know?” Mariel asked.
     
    “Yes. I told him right away.” Tanya said.
     
    “That had to be tough, but good for you,” Mariel
said.
     
    Mariel knew inside her that Tanya was lying. She knew
that Tanya had been stringing along the American for about 3 years
and she wasn't about to stop now. She felt like she didn't know her
old friend any more. She could feel them pulling further apart
every time they talked.
     
    “Yeah,” Tanya said even more meekly than in her
previous whimpers.
     
    ...
     
    The night was warm and she had to admit she never
experienced anything quite like it.
    Tanya Geraldine Carasco, 20, was at the wooden desk
in her bedroom in the lower class northern suburbs of Metro Manila.
By comparison to what most American's knew about suburban living,
this was just this side of destitute squalor. Picture a low income
project neighborhood in a place like the Bronx or Queens but with a
row house or townhouse set up like you see might in Baltimore or
North Philadelphia.
     
    In reality, this wasn't really her bedroom. It was a
room she slept in but shared with really anyone in her family. They
all came and went as they pleased. She shared everything with her
brother, her half brother, his girlfriend, another half brother who
came by frequently, multiple cousins, and her mother Gladys. They
shared because they were too poor not to. They shared because they
needed to survive. They shared because it was family and in a
country where corruption by the elite was an accepted part of life,
it was their way of measuring up. Their way of giving themselves a
chance for a better life.
     
    Tanya had just made her mother proud by finishing
college with a degree in business studies. She was searching for
her first work in a real job with everyday responsibilities. It
wasn't going all that great and it frustrated her.
     
    Worse, her relationship with her longtime boyfriend
was boring her. She saw him as a friend. He wasn't making her feel
sexy, desired or anything but what she felt normally. Nothing like
what she wanted to feel like in those novels or tv soap operas.
None of it felt right.
     
    On this night, her American “pen pal” from Filipino
Lover, was taking her to a place she never imagined. Not that he
was physically there. He didn't have to be. His words pierced her
soul and grabbed her by the chemicals in a woman which makes them
literally addicted to a man.
     
    “I'll kiss you from head to toe, spending an extra
long delicious journey tonguing your sweet little love cookie,” he
wrote. “I'll stay there kissing all around there until you are
moaning softly and then panting and moaning even louder. You'll be
begging to put my fingers on your trembling pussy, but I won't.
I'll kiss you instead. On the neck and down gently nibbling on your
firm breasts.”
     
    “Oh my Sam. Really?” She typed furiously while her
heart beat rapidly.
     
    She wore the usual for lounging on oppressive humid
late summer nights in the Phils: some light shorts no underwear and
a t-shirt. Her legs were sweating so much on the bottom with
prolonged