Part Thirteen (13) The Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay

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Part Thirteen (13) The Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay





The party was already swinging when AG arrived. He was not noticed at the door right away because of the loud music and the swarm of bodies that blocked the view. AG hesitated to enter and looked around for a familiar face. He saw the girl who opened the door in Paul’s suite wave to him, point to where Paul’s table was somewhere in the middle, then head his way after exchanging sign language with somebody inside the bar. She cut a course through the middle aisle like a parading queen drawing raves with her foxy looks.







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It was such a jumpy letdown for AG to feel his cell phone vibrate in his pants pocket at that point. The hum of the rocking affair was picking up to a crescendo not quite the secluded place to take a call. AG motioned with the device to the approaching vixen to signal his intention to step outside for awhile to answer it. AG turned back to the garden and clicked to hear Ana’s morose tone come on the line. Ana sounded grieving and reproachful at the same time. In a somber monotone she narrated how her best friend was put under sedation after a teary encounter.

























AG didn’t want to lie anymore to Ana about the whole sordid mess earlier. He didn’t offer any further alibi over the phone about the spectacle at the beach with both Mitch and Diane. AG merely reassured Ana that he made sure Natalia was safely sleeping in the room with Diane before he left the cottage. Ana was silent most of the time on the other end quietly waiting for an insight to rationalize AG’s seeming evasiveness. AG told her he can’t talk now as he was in the middle of the party thrown in his honor but that he will get back to her first thing in the morning. He was in mid sentence asking Ana if she was still in the hospital when Paul’s sultry emissary cooed invitingly in the background to which Ana’s touchy reaction upon hearing it was to abruptly hang up.

Congressman AG was disheartened by the way things seemed to get worse with wife Ana. He put the phone down as the cuddly usherette smiled at him and put an arm around his neck to give him a fragrant buzz on the cheek. Her whole body rubbed on AG as she did so which made AG’s hair bristle in their roots. AG could only mumble weakly to ask about Paul. She said her name was Gay and that there’s no hurry to get back inside as Paul was pretty occupied with his other female guests. She led AG to a nearby nook with a table outside the party venue where some of Paul’s beautiful assistants were having their own drinking session while waiting for their cues. They invited AG to share a round with them while Gay held AG’s right arm and pressed it to her cheeks and breasts with tenderness.






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Part Eight (8) Of The Boracay Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness And Reconciliation Through The Chanting Of Maha Mantras To Glorify Almighty God

Part Eight (8) Of The Boracay Abba Krishna Love Story Of Forgiveness And Reconciliation Through The Chanting Of Maha Mantras To Glorify The Almighty God The Father

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AG got up with an amused smile and walked over to the group. He playfully pinched the prettiest playmate on the behind and touched her hair ever so lightly to check if she’s for real and not a dreamlike vision. Normally he’d want her so badly being totally smitten by her looks which was his type for an ideal partner in bed. He had this thing for Latin beauties that’s why he fell head over heels in love with his fashion trouper wife, Ana. For her he always exerted his best to remain faithful and never chased skirts on of his own volition. However when faced with unavoidable circumstances, he was not overly righteous to be above temptation.

As a rule, AG stayed the practical course and never lost his head due to money or pleasure. He treated them as tools or byproducts never the real goods. He dabbled in them as part of the customary perks to be enjoyed in the journey and never got obsessed with them to sway his better judgment. Whenever he fell into temptation, he always strove to cleanse himself of the impurities by chanting Maha Mantras to the Abba Krishna which he incorporated as ornamentation on the surface over his deep Catholic beliefs.

It struck AG that all seemed too easy in an unsolicited way to be above board. He was naturally cautious and knew that his delicate position as a legislator demanded the utmost sense of proper decorum. He let his suspicions rise in an unobtrusive manner by cloaking it with jest. AG told the girls he’d want them in better times. It’s just that it’s too risky to play into a trap and be videotaped in a compromising state which will be the meat of the blazing headlines in the tabloids. Such damning skeletons made a politician a wounded pigeon at the mercy of manipulators. Of course making love to the girls will be well worth the stiff price to pay but he’s just not ready for that yet at this incipient point of his promising destiny as a leader.

AG turned around and stomped out into the hallway pointedly ignoring the bearer of gifts whose jaw dropped with a crestfallen face. The panting investor huffed right behind AG but was speechless for awhile and rightly desisted from tapping the sore politician on the back. As they neared the elevator, AG heard the man clear his throat and plead with him to give him one minute for a revelation which should change AG’s doubtful frame of mind. It was then that the hotel CEO confessed that he was put up to carry out the operation to hook AG into going to bed with their interest group. In fact he told AG that the brains behind it was very well known to AG being his close buddy from way back their student days in that elitist school on a hill.

AG was startled. He peered at the mogul’s face searching for answers. Pieces of the puzzle fell into place. AG thought he knew who the promoter was. He asked the hotel man to lead the way. At the opposite end of the corridor they went up a short flight of stairs to the penthouse suite. On the way the President muttered that AG’s reclusive school chum was the Chairman and the majority owner of the place.

The official front man knocked on an enameled door twice. It opened a bit and a pretty young thing poked her head and checked them out. After burbling something inaudible to somebody back in the room, she came back and opened the door wide. A spectacle greeted AG and he became awestruck by the sight of his erstwhile best friend Paul surrounded by a bevy of beauties like a harem in the living room. Paul welcomed AG with open arms and a joyous smile. They hugged warmly and stumbled with words to properly mark their long delayed reunion.






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AG asked Paul why he cut off all contact after coming into a windfall inheritance after his multimillionaire father died. They were classmates from kindergarten up to second year of law school in that elitist school on a hill until Paul dropped out and isolated himself from his peers. Paul offered the excuse that his new found status necessitated the strictest security from the threat of kidnapping. Nobody knew what Paul looked like and that made him invisible to criminal predators.

AG remembered to thank Paul for that big check that was surreptitiously dropped into his campaign kitty. Paul said that he believed in AG and that it came with no strings attached. He said that they needed to brainstorm to weld their futures together. AG agreed then asked Paul whether it was true that he now controlled the hospitality industry including the big nightclubs, motel chains, beach resorts, and luxury hotels which he built on top of the network of business inns he inherited from his late father. Paul nodded but was distracted by the sudden entry of Mitch, his younger sister.







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Mitch was beautiful and foxy as ever. AG was happy to see her and still felt attracted to her after all these years. Mitch herself harbored a flame for AG and the two embraced tightly. Mitch told AG that she recently flew in from Paris with her Frenchman fiancée to make preparations for their wedding by September. She called to her boyfriend to come in and introduced him to AG. Mitch eyed AG with a yearning and locked her eyes with his in an unspoken pledge to join in a secret rendezvous.






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AG excused himself to check on Natalia and change for the party where they all promised to sit in Paul’s royal table. AG made a mental note to call Ana as he made his way through the romantic torch lights lining the pathway to the cottage. He entered the darkened unit and peeked quietly into Natalia’s room where he found her dozing on the bed with Diane hovering near. Diane shushed him with a finger and whispered that they had an early dinner from room service because Natalia was exhausted from all the swimming.





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AG took a shower and wrapped a towel around his waist to get his change of wardrobe. There was a shapely silhouette by the window of the dimly lighted room. It was Diane who stood motionless with a nervous look. He approached her not thinking what to do. She met him with a passionate kiss in the shadows. AG’s emotions raged and he embraced her curvaceous waist and haunches as he reeled from the playfulness of her tongue inside his mouth. Just then they were rudely interrupted by the persistent ringing of the doorbell. AG ushered Diane to the refuge of the adjoining room and got dressed in a hurry to answer the door. He opened it to find Mitch alone who gave him an inviting smile. She said that her boyfriend got ambushed by his friends and diverted to go night fishing. She waited for him to ask her in. AG hastily stepped out as Diane came out of the room to look over his shoulder at Mitch. AG led Mitch back to the venue of the party and answered her query about who Diane was back in the cottage. AG’s lips bristled from the locking with Diane’s. The rest of him got electrified from the entwinement of arms with Mitch.






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Abba Krishna Love Story Teaching Forgiveness Of Carnal Weakness In Boracay And Reconciliation By The Purification Of Mind And Spirit Via Meditation

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AG was a good sport when it came to ribald pranks. He can dish it out with the best of them. The neophyte lawmaker picked up the gift in Congress where it was a favorite pastime while waiting for the perennially delayed quorum. Green jokes and green bills tempered the tendencies of the insiders in the corridors of power. AG learned how to disarm with comic relief on one hand and to ring the register with the other like an artist born to the art. Such wizardry groomed him to be the new wonder boy in the hallowed halls of the Lower House with a clear path to rise to the political high ground. Laughing to the bank was a personal style which AG used so adroitly to make opposing factions coalesce behind his own vested interests as the proverbial hinge that joined former enemies together in newly carved grooves.

He held up his hands in mock surrender and backed off in comic fashion. He parried with a repartee that the trade off for the tempting offer of a wild orgy with the desirable nymphs might exact a heavy toll on his political influence from alliances if his benefactor hoped to land grab the remaining public domains in Boracay through AG’s lead in the legislative treadmill. The aside hit home like AG wanted to test the waters because the budding hospitality impresario was momentarily taken aback then recovered quick enough to cackle with forced gaiety in discordant decibels like a stuck stand up comedian.

“I have no such pretensions to be filthy rich.” “I merely hope to be a good friend in an everyday happy informal way.” “And if we find ourselves facing odds beyond our ken for survival on our own, then we each lend a hand out of the affinity shared from the good times spent together as collaborators.” The hotel chief executive warmed up to AG in a language that pealed familiar tones to reassure AG’s discriminating and well guarded predilections.

The feisty entrepreneur rallied to regain AG’s goodwill by previewing the thrilling highlights of the party slated that evening in his honor. Too bad AG’s grief stricken wife Ana will sorely miss the glitzy event which everybody on the island who counted in the social circle would beg, steal or borrow to get an invitation. There’s no need to be dejected over the lack of a beautiful date in AG’s arm to cover for Ana’s default. Such can be arranged in an innocent manner to be above suspicion with the use of a decoy as stage props in the guise of a chaperone or third party escort.

The master turned to shush the ladies in the room to tidy up, tune down their shrilly chattering, and to drop their crass striptease attempts in full uniform. He promptly shut the door on their act and motioned AG to follow him to an upstairs suite with a pregnant wince crusting his florid cheeks as if dying to spring his real surprise on top of the crude and comical opening number.

The agitated promoter deposited the Congressman on a snazzy Italian leather easy chair in the reception and disappeared into the adjoining bedroom with puckered lips in breathless connivance. After a quick intermission, he marched back to center stage posing like an addled Hugh Hefner with three eye popping playmates in tow. He paraded them in front of a wide eyed AG who sunk deeper into the cushion in awe of the mouth watering ensemble. The lawmaker nearly threw up his legs in the air as he wormed deeper into the cool genuine hide covering the furniture and tried to figure out with a clear mind the weighty factors surrounding the bedazzling inducement to choose one, two or all three to be his sparring mate or rumble teammates for the evening.






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