"Honey ko" is a commonly used term of endearment among Tagalog speakers.
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Angeles City, Philippines, in the sixties was kind of like a Mexican border town. Most of the suburbs were given over to bars and in the bars were lots of women. Those of us employed in the Far East at that time considered Clark AB to be a plum assignment because the cost of living was next to nothing and there were plenty of girls.
I had been to Clark several times when I was in the Air Force and had wangled a job as a tech rep as soon as I got out. My first assignment was at Clark. My shift was from seven in the morning until five in the evening. As luck would have it, that was also about the time that the bars were opening. On a typical work day I would be hung over until at least noon. I would swear earnestly that tonight I would go straight home. As the headaches and fog cleared, I would go to lunch, usually the only real meal I would get. As the afternoon wore on, the four o'clock miracle would happen. Suddenly I would feel great, forgetting yesterdays debacle, I would decide to stop off at the nearest bar outside the gate for 'just one' beer. I was almost always accompanied by one or more fellow tech reps.
As I let the icy cold San Miguel trickle down my throat, I noticed that several of the bar girls were looking pretty good. Experience told me they would look even better if I had just one more beer. Three or four beers later, I staggered out of the first bar fully intent on going home. The sounds of a live band emanating from one of the better bars attracted me. Maybe I'll stop and have just one more beer in there and listen to the band.
I sat at a table and in less than three minutes, two or three pretty young ladies were sitting down with me.
"Hi, handsome, buy me ladies drink?"
Being half drunk and a class "A" sucker, I picked one of them out and shooed the rest away. The girl wanted to dance, so we stumbled around the floor together. I lost interest in the first one. I left the first bar.
Sometime between ten o'clock and one o'clock, I selected one of the sweeties and she accompanied me to my hotel and fucked my brains out. Occasionally, I would pick up one early, take her to the hotel, fuck her and then go get another one. Lest you think I was Lothario of the month, all my buddies were doing exactly what I was doing. It was a twenty four, seven sexual free for all.
At that time of the century you could get anything you thought you were man enough to take in Angeles for twenty pesos or five bucks. It took a few months for the hotel to get boring, so I moved into a house. There were many housing areas around the city that catered mostly to military personnel assigned to Clark.
I settled into a four bedroom bungalow surrounded by papaya trees and a big yard. I hired a full time maid. She cleaned the entire house every morning, cooked the meals I ate at home, did all the shopping and the laundry. I paid her one hundred pesos a month. She was four foot eight and probably weighed eighty pounds, but she was a human dynamo.
I quickly learned from my pals that the biggest mistake you could make if you had a good maid was to fuck her. If you did, she would upgrade herself to girlfriend and stop working. I was lucky to find this out the day before I was going to fuck mine. Eventually, she earned whatever amount of money her goal was and she quit and went back to her province.
I went to the base employment office and checked the roster for likely help. They called in five girls for me to look over and like and idiot I picked a really good looking one. I should have gotten an ugly one. The one I picked was four foot ten inches tall and weighed eighty five pounds. I took her and her baggage home. Her name was Teresa. Sweet!
She turned out to be a dynamo too. I seldom got to talk with her because I was always at work or running the bars. Finally one day I ran completely out of energy. Drinking and pussy had taken a definite toll on me. I got off work and went straight home. Teresa was really surprised to see me at home on time and sober.
"Are you sick, Mr. Ronnie?"
"No, I'm just really, really tired."
"I will cook something for you." She swooped into the kitchen.
I sat in the papa san chair in the living room and listened to my reel to reel tape machine. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remembered was Teresa calling me to come and eat. She had a big spread of food on the table, much more than I could eat.
"Why don't you join me?" I asked.
"I don't think that is proper," she replied.
"Oh, come on. I won't tell anyone."
"Okay Mr. Ronnie."
She sat down at the table and took a small portion of the meal she had prepared. It was then that I noticed what a pretty girl she was. She was slim and delicate. She had next to no breasts. Her teeth were pearly white. Her hair was waist length and coal black. I felt that old feeling deep in my nuts.
Don't do it stupid, I told myself. If you lay her, she will be your girl friend and quit working.
All through dinner I snuck surreptitious looks at her. I'm sure, though, that she noticed. By the end of the meal she was smiling demurely. I went back to my chair while she washed and dried the dishes.
She floated through the living room with a dust rag. I watched her closely. My number one head was no longer in charge. My cock head was now driving.
"Why don't you come and sit with me?"
"Oh, no sir. I have work to do and it wouldn't be proper."
"Well, when you finish, come and sit. I want to talk to you."
"Yes sir."
The sumptuous meal caused me to drift off again. I awoke around midnight, the time I was usually getting home. She was snoring softly beside me in the papa san chair. I put my arm around her and she jumped like a kangaroo.
"You wanted to talk to me sir?"
"It's getting late. Go to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I got out of the chair and headed for my bedroom.
I slept fitfully all night. When I woke up, breakfast was waiting for me. I wolfed it down.
Teresa was waiting for me in the living room.
"Talk now?" she inquired.
"No, I have to go to work. We'll talk tonight."
All day long I thought about Teresa, how small she was, how pretty and energetic. She had a soft, smooth voice. The fact that she had no tits didn't turn me off at all. I had already seen lots of big tits, felt them too. Many oriental women are flat chested until they have their first child. I wondered how hers felt.
Again, I went straight home. This time, I didn't really know why. She was waiting in the living room.
