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Wet dreams (16th palkat)

10/07/2017


Wet Dreams (16th Palkat)

Aramina P Tandulan, DIA, DJ, Esq, LLB, BSChem


Note: Title is supposed to be ‘Sweet Dreams’ as explained in 2nd Palkat.


But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "YES"
But it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree
-The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever



Disclaimer: This work of fiction is based on true events and confessions during my trials and tribulations. Names, places, and events are slightly modified and altered not to sensationalize but to hide the true personae and identities of the characters and any similarities to your real life experiences are purely accidental, co-incidental, and unintended. Peks man, cross my heart and hope to die. Discretion is strongly advised as some readers might find the contents just a little suggestive.


Cuzin Lara Mae Dario Garcia giggled nervously as she and Karm’s aunt, Tia Sidni emerged from the door of the staging room at the 42nd floor. Tia Sidni is a security consultant for the A-TANOD Securities. She apologized profusely to Doña Ana Rosalea for being late.

“So Sorry Doña Ana, my carabao’s arthritis flared up he couldn’t walk fast through the rice fields in Kasibu.”

“No worries Tia Sidni, I am glad you made it. Abdul has already reconfigured Miss Ariana’s MANAS so the images coming from the microwave oven are now projected on the wall.”

Coronel Gingkgo Talunasan updated Cuzin Lara Mae regarding the standoff that she immediately relayed to her uncle, Alexandria D. Dario’s father, the Police Director Dewano ‘Rock’ Dario.

From the hidden camera in Miss Ariana’s pendant, these Intel were collected while Miss Ariana and Miss Brenda were serving food and beverages to the hostiles and the hostages:

Aside from their leader Miss Lucy Fer, two hostiles were with her at the rooftop that then accompanied the medical team to the 43rd floor where the hostages are being kept. Six hostiles are guarding the hostages, Christine is not among them, two snipers are positioned at the 46th floor and two hostiles are guarding the hallway of the 44th floor. There were thirteen wounded hostages but the number of casualties remains undetermined, as each room of the 44th floor has not been checked.


Heneral Ramas and Kumander Cristi who had already joined the tactical team at the 42nd floor were puzzled why the hostiles were adamant in searching the rooms at the 44th floor. Heneral Ramas’office is just a few rooms away from Christine’s office.

Kalis Marco San who had been holding Kumander Cristi’s hand was also puzzled. More accurately, his eyes were transfixed at cuzin Lara Mae Dario Garcia. Mayora Annette’s boyfriend’s dog wanted to howl upon seeing Lara Mae but Miss Henrietta patted his head softly so he just sat contently.

F/SI Alexandria D. Dario could just smile when she noticed Kalis Marco San’s bulging eyes that were transfixed at cuzin Lara Mae. Kids, she muttered. Now she is regretting not taking Child Psychology as an elective or university subject.

Is it possible for a boy at that very young age to be attracted or infatuated toward sexy women, F/SI Alexandria thought. She smiled when she remembered how Kalis Marco S longingly looked at her, as if… as if he was an adult man looking and undressing a woman with his eyes. As if… as if Kalis Marco S was an adult man trapped in a boy’s body.

How young is young? And really, how old is old, F/SI Alex mused, is there a lower and upper specification limit, a cutoff age where a boy below a certain young age shouldn’t be oogling at sexy women, or an old man… a very old man who is at a very old age shouldn’t be dating very young women. What is really the point? And why would a very young woman date a very, very old man? Is it because of love? Or probably because the very, very old man is a billionaire? Nah, F/SI Alexandria giggled in her mind, women don’t usually date a guy because of his money, of course, women do it for love… that’s right, F/SI Alexandria giggled again, we are not that shallow, you know.

But for an old man, a very, very old rich man, what is really the point of surrounding yourself with several sexy, pretty, and beautiful young women? You can’t take them beyond your grave, F/SI Alexandria again mused… just like that 91-year old billionaire who died last week, he was always surrounded with several sexy, pretty, and beautiful women, probably seventy-four beautiful women… but alas, I don’t think those women are willing to die and accompany him beyond death. And, what are the chances those women are still virgin anyway?

Hmn, F/SI Alexandria muttered to herself, probably it is true that money can buy all the love you want, but you can’t buy eternal life. At some point, whether you are a billionaire or a pauper, we all die.

F/SI Alexandria suddenly shivered. And how about me, she thought, I’ve been waiting for the right guy that my father will approve, but where is that guy? Most few good men now are taken… Charlie taken by Christine, Edo taken by Precious, probably, F/SI Alexandria giggled, probably… I’ll just wait for Kalis Marco San. That’s right. He is cute and good-looking like his father Marco San. What’s wrong with that, if older men, very, very old men could marry very young women, it should apply too to older women like Demi Moore who married a younger man. Kalis Marco San is what, four years old… I am twenty-four… Hmn, in sixteen years, he’ll be twenty and I am… fourty… that’s exactly half-age. Probably we’ll just play all night long, like Amy, Suzy, and Tessie… or pitik-bulag… or we’ll go strawberry picking in some strawberry field during the day and we will eat strawberries dipped in chocolate fondue all night… strawberry dipped in molten dark chocolate… or milk chocolate.

Like… F/SI Alexandria hesitated… like when Edo and I were in New York City. Of course, whatever happened in New York City stayed in New York City. Who knew Edo could be so clumsy… he kept spilling or probably because of the few glasses of white wine, he was not even aware that the molten chocolate of the fondue was already dripping all over me… and that stupid Edo did not want really to waste the chocolate, so he licked the chocolate… the one that dripped on my neck… and on my chest, on my stomach… on my…strawberry field

OMG! What are you thinking! Damn you Alexandria!

F/SI Alexandria scolded herself while trying to suppress the sudden agitation inside her, the agitation that started to agitate the warm chocolate-like magma of desire that could start to ooze like flowing lava.

Meanwhile, F/SI Edo suddenly bit his lower lip. Someone is thinking of me, he thought. But why is my nape itchy? F/SI Edo felt his hair stiffened. He remembered what people usually say about those two certainties in life: taxes and death. But I don’t fear tax and death, he thought. I don’t fear death, and I don’t fear the taxman, because according to the sermon when Preci and I attended the mass on the 26th Sunday of ordinary times, the sermon that was based on the Gospel of

Matthew 21:31

“Truly I tell you, the tax collectors and prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God before you.”

So, according to the Gospel, the tax collector will die first and meet our Creator ahead of me.

F/SI Edo shivered just thinking about his two real fears in life: the dark but most of all, Police Director Dewano ‘Rock’ Dario’s fist, the Fist of Fury. He was glad that F/SI Alexandria made a promise that whatever happened in New York City would stay in New York City.

Then suddenly the light from his 6,000,000-candle power flashlight went off. Ow sheis, he thought and shook his flashlight to bring the light back on. Panicking, he suddenly stood and hit his head on the metal sheet that lined the cavity of the ventilation system. His head, or the metal sheet gave a reverberating loud noise:

BOING-ING-ING-ING-ING!

MonaLisa got startled and turned yet again into a porcupine:

MEOW!




Aramina P Tandulan, DIA, DJ, Esq, LLB, BSChem ©2017





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