Other campaigns were similar, with similar candidates. In several towns, Vietnamese women ran for mayor. There were Chinese and Japanese in there too. Vietnamese, Chinese, and Japanese ladies ran for senate and representative too.
I remember the campaigns well. Most media campaigning was done over the "state owned television", channel 2, call letters TLAO-TV, also known as "TV Tupu 1." The FM, on 87.9, TLAO-FM, and the AM, on 540 Kc, TLAO-AM, were used also. Anyway, so I watched the campaigns...
Sarah went on there, and the first thing she did is thrust out her huge bosom with big tits that were the size of radio knobs, raised her arms in a muscle pose, flexed her 28-inch arms and huffed, "I will rule Tulao'otupu with strength! I will make her economy the strongest in the Pacific!" Ooga-booga! (I added that!) Sarah was sweating, since the auditorium they were in did not have air-conditioning. It only had an oscillating fan. Add to that, Sarah got there by bicycle. Sweat dripped off her tits and nose. She glistened with sweat which enhanced her musculature.
Well, there you go. The strangeness of Tulao'otupu was already manifesting. And it just got stranger and wilder from there... Now, I am talking about how we are perceived by the rest of the world. To us, it's just normal doin's! It's the way we are! Our culture. It is odd to most of you. That's why we needed our own little island nation, way out there, far away from anybody so that our strange ways don't bother anybody. One cannot just run into us accidently. Getting to Tulao'otupu is a lot of trouble. At that time, we didn't even have an airport. To get to us, one had to take a plane to Tahiti. Then from there, fly a small airlines to another island. Then from there, one has to ride a boat (not a big ocean liner, a large boat. Something like a PT boat). Sea sick prone? Look out! It's 30 hours of bouncing on waves. Tulao'otupu is away from most shipping lanes. So we are isolated! There will be no running into us by accident. So you all is safe!
Sarah huffed and grunted a few other things while she flexed her muscles. She put her arms down, but she was seeing to it we could see her bulging triceps and the fact she could quake her boobs by flexing her pecs (which lie just under the boobs (the boobs are kinda like mounted atop the pecs)). So, if we wanted a muscle-bound mega-bitch for president, she was our girl!
Then Denise, with her beautiful brown skin, and only skin, got on there and did essentially the same thing but with a little more... finesse(?). She also did a muscle pose with her big, brown arms up flexing 30-inch biceps. She thrust her bosom out which sported huge tits that looked erected to me (that is, she appeared sexually aroused). I couldn't see if her bikini had a wet spot around her labias (which showed plainly through the thin material), because when the camera zoomed out, the resolution was insufficient to see if there was a plastered wet area. I heard from people that were there, that she was usually sweating because she arrived to campaigns by bicycle. On TV, you could see the sweat on her brow. Just like Sarah. None of the places they were at had air-conditioning yet, or sometimes they were outside. Actually outside is cooler due to the trade wind.
So anyway, Denise started off with an impressive muscle pose with huge arms, bulging muscles, and erected tits. Drips of sweat hung off her tits and nose. She said, "Meet my sistuhs! Terry, on the left!..." She then loosened the flex on her left biceps, quaked it a few times, kinda made it dance which threw some drops of sweat off it, then flexed it to full hardness again. She then announced, "and Sherry, on the right!", and then she loosened the flex on her right biceps and quaked it a few times, making it dance which, again, threw off some drops of sweat. She then flexed it back to full hardness. She then added, "I'd introduce you to my other sistuh, the one between my gams that thinks she runs my body, but... we'll let that go for now." (probably because it was sopping wet!)
I can attest to that particular "sistuh", the one between my legs, thinking she is boss. Every time I see a typical guy of Tulao'otupu, slender, willowy, sexy, and fit, and so tender looking, she wants to eat him. I say "no, no, no!", and then she throws a fit, aching, swelling, gettin' in my way, and dribbling liquid down my inner thighs. If I fed every tender, sexy guy of Tulao'otupu to her, I'd never get anything done! So I dam well know what she's talking about.
Well, Denise got into her speech, saying, "Don't bother electing that gorilla!", (referring to Sarah) "She'll just break everything!" (I heard the audience laugh some.) "I will rule Tulao'otupu not only with strength", (and she "danced" her big biceps again, both of them at the same time) "But with the delicate touch and grace required for a young, developing nation!", she said as she lowered her arms and hands to out in front of her and sort of waved her hips and moved her hands gracefully in a part of a kind of hula-like dance. The camera zoomed out to include her hips in the picture, but didn't get low enough for me to see if the labias-area of her bikini was wet or not.
Then, after those two beasts grunted and huffed out their simple-minded statements, that cute, cute, CUTE, adorable Nguyen Hue Bich came on. She looked so cuddly in her long sleeved, adorable ao dai. She was fresh faced, not all sweaty like the two beasts. Her long, smooth, black hair with it's violet sheen flowed gracefully each time the breeze from an oscillating fan reached her. She had a pretty, pretty smile and... Oooo! I just wanted so bad to give her a long, tight squeeze! She bowed daintily. She spoke in a sweet, high voice, which was somehow calming to hear.
Sweet Nguyen Hue Bich started her speech with a sort of... parody on Sarah's and Denise's muscle flexing. Nguyen Hue Bich raised her slender, sleeve-covered arms and said in her high, sweet voice, "I'm Nguyen Hue Bich! Meet my sisters, Phuong and Long!"
But, by gosh, that little sweety did have some humps there, showing through her sleeves. In fact, those sleeves were stretched taut by those little humps! And she had such a beaming, enticing, pretty smile! When she flexed her mighty-mite biceps, she balled up her little fists. My cunt swelled and watered as I lusted over how awesome it would feel if she plunged one of those up my... sistuh; the one between my legs. My cunt! (She won't let me alone!)
And by the way, when she did that, I heard the audience ooo and ah and go like "aww", as in "that's so cute!", and like that. The audience was made up mostly of big amazon chicks like myself. And we all think Nguyen Hue Bich is the cutest thing since cute was invented!
Well, anyway, (whew!), so, sweet Miss Bich put her arms down, swept back her flowing hair a bit with her hands because some of it was blowing across her face from the fan, and began her speech, thus:
"Well, what I offer is the simple fact that I have already been the general purpose leader of New Shasheer for sometime now. Now I merely wish to make it official by becoming your president, and continue the project of organizing and setting up our little nation here on Tulao'otupu. As all of you all have seen, it is one royal mess! But that's why we got this island for the price we did. That 150,000,000 dollars seems like a lot of money, but for a 25-mile long, volcanic island, that is a steel! Now, when I say volcano, don't worry! It's not going to erupt and cover us all. It is an ancient volcano. Hasn't erupted in millions of years. But being volcanic in origin means that the soil is fertile. Excellent for any crop. And it will not be inundated by rising ocean levels. As you all may have heard, it is thought that the oceans may rise a few feet. That won't bother us. But it could flood a nation like Kirabati. Kiribati is what they call an atoll type island. It is flat, low, and the soil not too fertile. So, we got a deal.
Now let me tell you about what we got going on now with those high-rises. Okay, so when we took over, the government... that's me and the others you'll be electing, got 4 of the high-rise hotels. The fifth one in this town and the 3 others in other towns were purchased by an investor from Australia. I am not sure what she will be doing with them except she seems to be waiting to see what we will do with the, um, 'state owned' high-rises..."
And each time Nguyen Hue Bich says "state owned", she opens her eyes wide in a mock threatening glare as if something that is "state owned" is a terrible thing, reeking with communist agendas. She then giggles delightfully. I then would hear the audience go "Oooo" and "Awww" (so cute), and things like that. She is making fun of it, of course.
So her speech continued, "We have noted a strange, unexpected phenomenon with our high-rises...
Okay, what we have already done so far is that we have cleaned up the rooms of the high-rise hotels, replaced all the mattresses and supplied all new bed clothes. We have solar panels and diesel generators supplying electricity temporarily. The mattresses were shot. Bed bugs, mold, mildew, ugh! They were finished. So we got rid of them all and replaced with new ones. We put oscillating electric fans in all the rooms. We cleaned up the pools, which had been in awful shape. They were being used to raise fish! We helped move the fish-raising operation elsewhere and then cleaned the pools. They are sparkling now, although still a bit worn looking. Then we advertised here and there, kinda low-key. We advertised about coming to Tulao'otupu, where, in the middle of a recovery, is offering the lowest priced hotels in the Pacific. Only 20 dollars a night. Now, you try to find a hotel that cheap anywhere in the Pacific islands! We weren't expecting much from it, and for the first few weeks, didn't get a whole lot. But when those tourists...
By the way, in our advertising, we showed the usual gals in a grass-skirt outfit knowing, that when the tourists get here, they will not get exactly that, but they will get the chance to view the most awesome looking women, and in very skimpy dress or nude, in the world!"
The audience cheered on that, because they knew Miss Bich was speaking of them!
Miss Bich continued, "Usually, a tourist sees the grass-skirted lady in the brochure, and when they get there, where are they? All they see are automobiles, people in ordinary dress which is the same as someone living in the north, and heat. They have to go to expensive night clubs to finally see the grass-skirted ones. But here on Tulao'otupu, they need only walk or bike around, and there will be no cars to run you over and spoil the ambiance, and there will be plenty of tall, statuesque, gorgeous amazons who dress anywhere from skimpy to naked! And they're all open and friendly!"
Again the audience cheered and went "Yeah! Yeah! That's us!", and so on. Miss Bich continued, "So when those first tourists came...
And, and, on the advertisements, we carefully warned that the natives go naked a lot. That would give families the ability to decide against coming if they so chose.
So, when those first tourists started coming and indeed walked around or rented a bicycle and toured around, they saw some sights they will never forget. Now, some months later, we see that a lot of those tourists are young men. I wonder why!
Now, we fully warn on the brochures that our hotels are not air-conditioned. On Tulao'otupu, you will be much more exposed to the real tropical Pacific island than anywhere else in the Pacific. We clearly warn the prospective tourist that Tulao'otupu is in the midst of an economic recovery, and that the hotel rooms will have carpets that are ratty, wall-paper that is peeling, and things like that. We did tell them about the new mattresses, however. We told them that the restaurants offer fresh caught fish dinners for real low prices. Again, the lowest in the Pacific! We tell them that after the all-natural food, the cycling, and the unpolluted air and water, you will leave here healthier than when you arrived!
Well, guess what! We now currently have 90 percent occupancy rate! Ninety percent! And we haven't even started!
When we get electricity going again, we plan to make only half the rooms air-conditioned. Actually, what percentage has not been decided firmly yet. We are going to wait and see what the market response is. Anyway, so for now we setting up half the rooms to be air-conditioned. We are pulling all carpeting out of un-air-conditioned rooms and replacing them with tile floors. When you're dealing with heat and humidity, believe me, you don't want carpets. We are putting new carpets in the rooms that will be air-conditioned. We are replacing wall-paper, replacing bath-tubs, sinks, you know, stuff like that, because it's all ratty right now. We will eventually charge 35 to 50 dollars a night for un-air-conditioned rooms. That's still WAY lower than any where else in the Pacific. Air-conditioned rooms will go for 80 to 100 dollars to possibly 200 dollars a night for the large rooms that are located on the top floors. Again, we will adjust those prices as we feel out what the market will bear.
Now, I said 'when we get electricity going again.' As I said, when we took over, this place was a mess. The crews got the electric plant in Ha'alalo going, but when they threw some of the big switches, the generators nearly wrenched off their mounts. They had to shut it down! The whole grid is shorted! Now crews of us are out there fixing power lines as fast as they can. It is a tangled mess. Apparently a tropical storm came through here some years ago and tore them all up. Already at that time, there was nobody to fix them.
Anyway, when we get the grid fixed, we will have electricity again. Now, about that. Yes, the power plant itself is fixed and ready to go. But it uses oil, and a lot of it. We took a delivery of oil a month and a half ago. A big tanker, anchored out there, ran a big long hose and filled our tank about half full. It takes two tanker-fulls. We bought one tanker-full for now. What I really would like to do if elected your president, is go for wind energy. Ladies! This wind never quits! Every time I go outside I just about get blown over and it blows my hat off! I don't how many times one of you big, strong gals have had to catch me and save me from being spilled over by a gust of trade wind. And blowing my hair across my face; I tell you what! I have eaten more of my own hair here than ever before because of that wind! Sometimes it blows my hat across my face and I go 'who turned off the lights!?'"
I heard the audience collectively laugh at Miss Bich's ordeals with the wind and murmur in agreement with what she said about the hair. Every day on Tulao'otupu is a bad hair day, what with that wind whipping it into our faces all the time. All of us gals with long hair have that problem. A lot of gals have had their hair cut short. Others wear it in pony-tails and pig-tails. But even then, they get whipped around and we get slapped in our face by our own hair.
Also I've been around when a gust of trade wind whips around a building or stand of trees or something and caught slender Nguyen Hue Bich off guard. There's always a bunch of us big hulkesses around her hoping for a chance to hold her in our arms. Well, when Miss Bich is blown over, a number of big, hulking, naked gals comes rushing in to catch her. They collide with the force of football players going after a fumbled ball. Sometimes tussles and arguments break out which pretty Miss Bich must calm down.
And the gal that does catch Miss Bich in her arms always then holds her for an extended time. The other gals pull at her elbows and forearms begging, "Let me hold her!" And there Nguyen Hue Bich is, engulfed by arms bristling with muscles, saying, "Calm down, I'll let you hug me!" But then she has to let them all hold her, taking turns, or fights would break out. It consumes a lot of Miss Bich's time.
But gees! I can't blame them. Nguyen Hue Bich is the sweetest, cutest, most graceful cute, cute, cutie I have ever seen! And she really does "melt in your arms"!
Anyway, so the sweet-faced, angelic, high voiced sweet Miss Bich continued, "So I would like to harness that old wind, and make it do something for us other than blow up our hair, knock me down, and make it like pedaling up hill when you have to ride your bicycle into it. And when those wind generators start making electricity, for heaven's sake send it to the hair salons, because they're gonna need it!"
The audience all chuckled in agreement with those statements!
Miss Bich continued, "And just think of it! Free electricity! We won't have to pay for tankers of fuel-oil every month or so which is what we will have to do when we get that thing cranked up to power. With wind-generators, your electric bills will be lower. That's expensive, gettin' that oil out here to the middle of nowhere. And since our government is going to be donation-based without taxes, we will have to save every bit we can! But we will need your generous donations to pay for the wind generator, but that's just one time... anyway, we'll discuss that more when and if I'm elected president."
The audience cheered all that. Then Miss Bich addressed our roads:
"Since cars are banned, we only need light pavement for all the roads. It is my intention, if president, to pave all the roads including that highly scenic one that challenges your awesome legs to climb up to 1200 feet to cross the pass. When you get up there, you can see the ocean on both sides of the island. Oooo! It's beautiful. Just wait 'till we get it paved... and uh, rid it of... the menaces. But it will take a lot of donations. Your previous donations are enabling use to already get it started. As many of you know, my paying job is that of a road-worker. I personally am a worker in a crew that is paving the roads. We propose an approximately 5-foot wide of 3-inch concrete base with 2-inch asphalt top. That will be excellent for bicycles, recumbent trikes, and velomobiles."
Anyway, that sure got the cheers and applause. By the way, she kind of hesitated around and mentioned getting rid of the menaces. Hah! She meant those ever-present, damnable packs of dogs. They have simply got to go.
And she mentioned being a road worker. Remember, government folks have no pay. They meet over the weekends under coconut palms at the beach. The rest of the week they're working. And yes, delicate Nguyen Hue Bich is a rugged, outdoors road worker, working in the heat and the sun, helping pave Tulao'otupu's roads for bicycle use. To the rest of us burley amazons, Miss Bich appears slender and delicate, but don't forget she's 6-feet-2 of sleek, athletic muscle. She works naked except for boots, gloves sometimes, and her Vietnamese farmer's hat. Sometimes her hat is replaced by a hard hat if for some reason the job requires it. She is more heat-tolerant than the rest of us so she works pretty steady and with stamina in that heat.
Well, the outcome of the elections? Nguyen Hue Bich won by a landslide. No contest. Strange though, according to interviews, almost all the Vietnamese women on the island voted for either Sarah or Denise. Interesting. Some of the Chinese and Japanese women voted for Sarah or Denise too, but many voted for Bich.
Now, I don't know if it is jealousy or what, but a Shasheerian-Vietnamese woman, a gal that stood 6-feet-2 in height and weighed 180 pounds, making her a bit more beefy than President Bich, warned that Miss Bich has a nectar-sweet tongue that hides razor-sharp fangs dripping with poison.
My goodness gracious! Such a description! Maybe living in United States sweetened Miss Bich up, but remember, Nguyen Hue Bich was a fighter pilot of a Mig 21 before. Don't forget that.
Tulao'otupu has 11 towns. Five of the biggest towns, including Makefu, elected a Vietnamese woman for mayor. One smaller town elected a Chinese woman, and two other towns elected a Japanese woman for mayor. The three towns that got an ape-sized muscle woman for mayor were small towns that had no Vietnamese, Chinese, or Japanese living in them. All these oriental women were similar to Nguyen Hue Bich in build and manner. They ranged from 6 feet to 6-feet-5 in height, with weights around 120 to 170 for that tallest one. The tallest one, 6-feet-5, was one of the Japanese ones. In this writer's opinion, they were all highly squeezable! I woulda loved to hug any of them! They all acted sweet and cute, and were intelligent. The Vietnamese ones, for some reason, were the cutest acting. The Japanese and Chinese ones were both more... straight forward or something. But make no mistake about it, they were cute as can be. Oh yes, and dress... The Vietnamese ones copycatted Nguyen Hue Bich and wore ao dais. The Chinese one wore a qi-pao (chi-paw) which is similar.
The bigger Japanese mayor, named Hotsuko and who is mayor of a town on the south side of Tulao'otupu called Tu'anuku, dressed her tall physique in a pleated tiny skirt with no underwear and a neck tie only, topless, of course. She wore her hair in long braids with her forehead clear of hair. Her hair was dark but had a distinctly violet sheen to it. She reminded us of Sailor Moon or Sailor Moon characters somewhat. Some of us affectionately nick-named her Sailor Moon. She accepted that name with good humor.
Senators and representatives were liberally sprinkled with Vietnamese women with a few Chinese and Japanese sprinkled in there. In almost every race where a Vietnamese, Chinese, or Japanese woman ran, they won, usually be landslides. There were only two places where a big ape, ooga-booga woman won against a Vietnamese for position of representative. And they were both in districts populated by Vietnamese!
So, interesting... It appears we big hulkesses vote for orientals, and orientals vote for a hulkess. I am not sure what was going on there, except for a suite of theories that were presented, and we will talk about them later. And when I say "hulkess" (or big ape), I mean the likes of Sarah and Denise. They always started their speeches with a muscle pose, flexed biceps, and they glistened with sweat. Their speeches went "ooga-booga, unga-bunga...", oh, not really. I'm just jealous. Seems like the really biggest of the big ran for offices. Huge biceps, legs that were pillars of muscle, and rock-hard, sculpted bubble-like muscle-butts were the order of the day when these candidates appeared. And many of them campaigned buck naked, while others only wore Brazilian-cut bikinis or g-strings. Some wore a super-micro "ao dai". It consisted of an ornate string, maybe a sterling silver chain, around their huge, muscle-laced hips, and from that hung a tiny pendant, one in front that obscured the view of her huge labias, and one in back that usually ended up wedged in the depths of the cleavage between the huge buns of her muscular bubble-butt.
The oriental women loved to get hugged by these apish candidates, or any muscle-amazon citizen of Tulao'otupu for that matter, and getting wet from their sweat. And the big gals were always sweating. They travel by bicycle, get in hot, stuffy buildings without air-conditioning, and often are requested to do a "feat of strength" by the oriental gals, like lifting something heavy, or bending metal. More than once, one of these big, naked lunks would have a Vietnamese gal sit in her big hand, another Vietnamese gal sit in her other hand, and she would effortlessly lift both of them up over her head, with those huge arm muscles flexing. The orientals loved that.
I told you Tulao'otupu is weird!
I mean it. Most of us are what most people from other countries would call "weird." That's one of the reasons we came here, to get away from that. Number one, of course, is our love of nudity or skimpy dress. The other is our tendency to dominate men. But there was one mayor who is weird even by our standards.Tepati is the biggest town on the south side of Tulao'otupu. It is close to the entrance of the airport. It is situated on the south-west of the island. All of the south-west is considered "spooky" by some, especially Polynesian visitors. There are a lot of tiki carvings there, many of them placed in a manner to overlook the sea. It's as if they're on the lookout for something. Remember, when you look out over the sea from the south side of Tulao'otupu, you are looking southward, toward Antarctica. A little south west lies Tonga, Fiji, and New Zealand.
Anyway, this mayor; my gads! She is Vietnamese, and like I said, the 5 biggest towns of Tulao'otupu all voted in Vietnamese mayors. Tulao'otupu has 11 towns. Five of them elected a Vietnamese. Anyway, this one takes the cake.
Okay, the usual "statistics" first. She is Nguyen Phuong Thi and is 6 feet 3 in bare feet, taller, however, via 5 inch red stiletto heels that she always wears. She weighs 180 pounds. She always wears a Vietnamese farmer's hat, but not the mod ones Nguyen Hue Bich wears. Her hat is of ordinary straw weave, a true "non la" as they're called in Vietnamese. Her hair is cut short and dyed red. Her eyes penetrate you. One can barely look her back. If one does look, they become entranced. Even I had a difficult time with this when I interviewed her once.
She wears a brief split skirt, no undies of course, and is always topless. The weird thing about her is that she always carries this Egyptian-looking staff thing around, with a cobra head on it. She is never without it.
She does weird things. Someone claims they saw her use the staff to pole vault in order to get on the roof of a house to adjust an antenna. Well, I don't know... maybe that's possible... but that's, like, a 15-foot leap! And, the gal who saw her do it said she did it like she was made of air. Other people have claimed seeing her leap in a "wafting" manner, as if floating, or, at least, very reduced gravity. She can run extremely fast. Someone bought something in a store, got into her velomobile, a Quest, and took off. She was pedaling 25 miles per hour when, she claims, Mayor Phuong Thi was running, I say running after her! She was catching up! On foot! Turns out that lady forgot her change purse and the mayor was seeing to it she got it back. Now, Mayor Phuong Thi is very physically fit. But, running, maybe, 27, maybe up to 30 miles per hour to catch up with a 25-mile-per-hour Quest? Wow!But what's really wondrous is that she seems to have the ability to heal! She sees one of her constituents (person of Tepati who voted her in) who has a scratch or a cut. She'll place her hand over it, and over the next few hours after that, it becomes much better, sometimes healing completely.
And a male tourist has a wild tale to tell. I interviewed him. In the present day we have lots and lots of male tourists who visit Tulao'otupu all year long. They come to see us wild, naked amazons doin' out thing! Anyway, as you know, we have banned cars. Tourists use bicycles to get around. They can also rent Quest velomobiles. (Later will be described how President Nguyen Hue Bich got a Dutch manufacturer of velomobiles to build a factory right here on Tulao'otupu.) Quests are very fast. Tulao'otupu's roads have a lot of twisting curves because they follow the contour of the fluted mountain sides. One can easily get going too fast in a Quest and roll on a curve. Well, this guy did just that. He rolled, spilled out, and in the process twisted his ankle and got all scratched and bruised up. Mayor Nguyen Phuong Thi happened along. She strolls the highway that passes her town along the beach every day. In fact, daily she strolls around town, helping anyone that needs helping. She is very generous and very nice! She just makes ya nervous, that's all... until, I suppose, you get used to her; which the people of Tepati have done.
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Anyway, so Mayor Nguyen Phuong Thi came upon him where he had been for well over an hour, in the hot sun (although a brisk trade wind was cooling him off). He said she raised her hand, it glowed red, and her crotch area seemed to light up, and she lowered her Egyptian cobra staff down close to him. He said it was kind of scary, that and her penetrating, staring eyes. But then he felt better. The swelling of his ankle went away and he was able to walk. His cuts and scratches stopped bleeding.She then helped him to his feet. She did further laying on of hands. After many thank-yous, he got back into his somewhat battered and scratched Quest, and went on his way. Fortunately, he had paid a "user's insurance" which covered the damage to the Quest. I drilled him several times, but he swore up and down what he said was all true.
None of the people of Tepati ever reported her hand or her crotch glowing. None of them said she ever used her cobra staff. She generally placed the staff to the side and laid on her hands. Maybe this guy's injuries were more extensive, and took some heavy-duty healing, I don't know. I've never heard of this... for real, at least.
I cycled to Tepati myself to interview her, a task I did not really look forward to. But I just had to find out about it. I also wondered about her past. I went by ordinary bicycle. I haven't got a Quest yet. I kinda like the bicycle best. It's open and free, and I already go pretty fast, like 20 miles per hour. That's enough for me.
Mayor Nguyen Phuong Thi is the "President Bich of Tepati." All the big amazons there love her. In places during her hikes of her town, there are often a bunch of them following her, waiting their chance to hug her or something.
Like Nguyen Hue Bich, she was actually born and raised in North Vietnam. She later made it to Australia, and later, she came to Tulao'otupu. She found out about her healing abilities when she was a kid. She bought the Egyptian cobra staff at a garage sale in Australia for just a few dollars. She said, "The staff looked at me, grabbed me, and we were unseparable after that. I don't know if it is somehow special and they (the sellers) did not know it, or if it helps focus my energy. But I do use it to heal tough cases. And your tourist guy that you mentioned, which I do remember, was pretty banged up."
So, like I said, weird island, weird people. But, that's sort of, like, part of our charm. It's nice to be different. Long ago, all lands were different. It is what made travel exciting. Now every where is almost the same. Except us! And I'm proud of it!
Now, anyone in the world who does not like our weirdness or nakedness stays away from Tulao'otupu, unless of course, they indeed want to see this, or are of the Shasheerian "kin." But there is one group that is more or less stuck with us. And that's the Polynesians of the Polyhoods. Knowing they would become subject to whomever is elected, they at least watched the campaigns, both live and on TV. At every campaign gathering, there were usually a small group of Polynesians, dressed in their "world-normal" clothes (the rest of us were naked or skimpily dressed), listening in. From all the clowning around that we did; all the muscle poses, ooga-booga speeches, and the intelligent stuff from the oriental candidates (especially from those), they got the clear message that cars were history, bicycles would rule, and dogs banned. Only bare minimum tolerance for dogs was observed inside the Polyhoods only.
After observing the way the elections went, all the shenanigans that went with it, and after the elections, many more Polynesians managed to leave Tulao'otupu permanently. Mostly those with dogs or great interest in cars moved out. All I can say is, good luck to you all, peace and prosperity be upon you. May your way be as well for you as ours is to us.
We all very much liked the Polynesians, actually. We loved the Polynesian drumming and chanting. We loved the original, traditional Polynesian culture, the way it used to be. We even learned from the ways of the original Polynesian culture...
Bicycles are fine for personal transportation. But what about deliveries of large items, or bulky items? One method we invented, and we copied it from the Polynesians, was to use a big, double-hulled canoe for transporting big items. I have seen things like 5 refrigerators at once, bulky furniture, building materials, big spools of wire (for repairing all those power lines) and other big things loaded on the platforms of double hulled canoes and then sailed or paddled along the shore, a few hundred to a thousand feet out, to the destination. This relieved our very-light-duty paved roads, designed for bicycles only, from big, heavy trucks.
Now keep in mind that this works only because all our towns and most neighborhoods are along the coast of Tulao'otupu. There are no towns inland, not even country homes. Inland is highly steep, fluted hills with dense jungle growth. Only the pass road goes inland. And, yes, delivering stuff to there is a big, big hassle. It takes many husky, naked women pedaling big trikes with trailers making many trips to carry materials to the scattered homes and hotels there.
By the way, the "hotels" are converted from multi-roomed mansions. Long ago held by rich folks, they have fallen into ruin. As we repaired them, we turned them into hotels. The good points of these hotels is they are quiet, relatively private, and it is a bit cooler. The trade wind really blows and it is a few degrees cooler and drier too. It's really quite nice. At present, none of the mountain hotels are air-conditioned.
So in principle, to transport freight by double canoe, we paddle or sail them out several hundred feet or a thousand feet or so and simply follow the shore. When we get to the town we're going to, we turn landward and paddle on up to the docks, if available, or as close as we can to the beach. In the case of beach landings, often several trips carrying heavy things through the water are required. Big freight trikes, often pulling trailers, then make the final delivery. A bit slow, but works for us and keeps folks employed.
We Shasheerians took to the doubled hulled canoes like we were born to. They are human-powered or wind-powered, it got us near or in the water, often sprayed, which felt good to us because we were always hot and sweating. Since we never wore many clothes, we could just jump off to pull the canoe in for mooring, carry the items off while sloshing in shallow water, and then make final short-distance delivery by big, 3-wheeled bike; trikes, actually, they should be called. It all fit us perfectly. Nguyen Hue Bich did say we would teach the Polynesians their own traditional ways by example. Indeed, that's just what we were doing! After this method of transport was established and organized into transport/delivery businesses, many Polynesians noted this and then applied for delivery jobs connected with the canoes.
And, where were we getting them? There were a couple already there, but like everything else on Tulao'otupu, they needed to be repaired first. Then we purchased more from Tonga and Tahiti. Then they were actually sailed to Tulao'otupu. Finally, a group of Polynesians who knew about how to build them set up a sales and service business right there on Tulao'otupu. And they kept all their profits due to our tax-free environment!
So the double-hulled canoe became Tulao'otupu's trucks. We used them almost exclusively. We experimented with different ways to propel them. Let me explain something first. All of Tulao'otupu, except for where the seaport is, is surrounded by a coral reef. Where the reefs are it is very shallow. Waves break there and are slowed way down. That leaves a lagoon of peaceful water which is between the reef and the final beach. We usually sailed in that lagoon. The water absolutely sparkles! It is so clear, it appears sometimes that we are floating in the air. I myself signed on for double-hull canoe duty. As all the repairs went on, both publicly and privately, and our economy grew, this became a heavily used business. We almost couldn't get enough double-hulled canoes. This created a lot of jobs for gals who like the outdoors, surf, and wind, good solid work that let them flex their big muscles for show (yep!) and practical use, and being wet all the time which was the only way to stay cool. We all got dark tans. And man, were we ever the tourist attraction. Always while we loaded or unloaded, there were tourists from the hotels, young men mostly, just gazing away at our physiques as we worked. We worked naked of course or maybe in Brazilian-cut bikinis and topless. Many pictures and videos were taken by those tourists!
So by the end of 2004, we were established. In January of 2005, Nguyen Hue Bich and the others were inaugurated and she was president of New Shasheer, or Tulao'otupu.
Little details were to be ironed out. Many of the community leaders from the Polyhoods wanted the name "Tulao'otupu" to be first-most. We were about to name the island and register it with the United Nations as "New Shasheer", with the one and only province (or state) being Tulao'otupu. But at their request, Nguyen Hue Bich gladly reversed that order. The island nation therefore is officially Tulao'otupu and will be registered with the United Nations as such. The one and only province is New Shasheer. We were all satisfied with that. We all liked Polynesian names.
And, the flag.
Some carrying on about that occurred. Most of us voted on a flag similar to that of the United States, with the red and white stripes and a blue field in the upper-left corner (when the mast is to the left). Some, those from Canada, wanted a flag with red bars on each end, and, instead of a maple leaf, a coconut tree. Some wanted it red, others wanted it green. But they were all voted down easily by the ones who wanted a United States style flag. So, red and white stripes, no argument there, but what to put in the field. Suggestions were a single white star (because it is just a 25-mile long island with one province) in a navy-blue field. Some suggested the southern cross which is a formation of stars that, from Tulao'otupu, can be seen at night if the night is clear by looking south and very close to the southern horizon. Being atop the mountain pass road helps to see it more clearly. By the way, the north star cannot be seen from Tulao'otupu. Some wanted the field to be a "straight (or true)" blue color. Some suggested a forest-green star because Tulao'otupu is so lush and green. Finally, Nguyen Hue Bich suggested a forest-green star with a white or slightly off-white border in a Pacific-blue field. Finally that was agreed upon. The forest green star with the white border represented the lush green jungles of Tulao'otupu trimmed with its white sand beaches. So there it was. Our flag looks like the United States flag except for a single, big, forest-green, white-bordered star in the Pacific blue field.
As 2005 progressed on through, everything kinda settled in, and most of the shocks of our taking over were fading. The remaining Polynesians came to like the situation. All people with aggressive dogs had moved away. All feral dogs were eradicated from the island itself. The road paving project was coming along.
Cute, sweet, Nguyen Hue Bich used that "state owned" television channel often to beg for money. With her sweet, sweet face, her cute mannerisms, her cuddly appearance, she melted all our hearts. We gave when she asked for money to purchase two gigantic wind generators, and we gave more when some argument about completing the paving of the small roads on the mountain pass came up. There was some disagreement as to whether or not we were going to pave all the roads that branched off the main mountain pass road. Everyone bitched, "Nah, that's just for rich people!" But Nguyen Hue Bich got on state television and gently and sweetly reminded us, that there are no rich people now on Tulao'otupu. The mansions, formerly of rich people, have been turned into modest hotels charging low prices per night. Other folks up there are merely people like us. They may be living in houses that once were 200,000 dollars to 400,000 dollars, but they are in ruins and not worth 5000 now. So the donations came in to go ahead and complete all the mountain roads.
As it turned out, a lot of us used the hotels on the mountains. Most tourists were unwilling to make the 11-mile, 1200-feet-up bicycle ride to get there. Actually, make that anywhere from 1300 feet to 1500 feet, because the main pass road goes over the lowest point, which is 1200 feet. Everything else is up from there. So anyway, that was too much for most of them. A lot of us stayed at the hotels for the change. It was cooler and drier up there, and the scenery was awesome.
Nguyen Hue Bich was working hard to get Velomobiel.nl to build their velomobile plant here. Their main plant is in Amsterdam, Netherlands. She promised them free factory space in addition to the fact that there are no taxes on businesses in Tulao'otupu. She carried on and carried on. Many phone calls to their president and others. She invited them for free accommodations in Tulao'otupu. Once she even spent her own money to fly some Velomobiel.nl executives to Tulao'otupu for a free stay. Velomobiel.nl is the Dutch manufacturer of the Quest velomobile. Nguyen Hue Bich has one as does Alex. She rides it everywhere on Tulao'otupu. One other amazon has a Quest on Tulao'otupu, a red one. Alex's is blue, President Bich's is yellow. Two other people on Tulao'otupu have a Cab-bike. They don't ride them that much because the owners say it is too hot. The Quest is cool to ride. It easily gets up to a surprisingly high speed and there is a refreshing gale wind on the rider's face and breasts. (Or um, chest, if a man...) It is really a great all-round velomobile for Tulao'otupu.
The founders of Velomobiel.nl came to Tulao'otupu indeed and were impressed. Though weary from that 30-hour, bouncing ride in the boat, being greeted by the graceful Nguyen Hue Bich in one of her long-sleeved, modified ao dais right at the docks where they got off the boat certainly delighted them. She put them up in one of the air-conditioned rooms of one of the "state owned" high-rise hotels. She ordered them dinners, took them out, all her paying. She did not use money from the Tulao'otupu treasury, which is made up of donations from us. She used her own money. One thing for sure, all those tall, strong, naked amazons sure did wash the glaze off their eyeballs!
They could not believe that here, really, was a car-free nation. No cars! At all! NONE! They couldn't believe it! First they rode on bicycles. Then they tried out President Bich's and Alex's Quests. They were amazed at how wonderful and free it was to just be able to pedal and ride without ever worrying about cars! It was heaven to them!
They were entertained... The remaining Polynesians were getting into the spirit of traditional Polynesian ways. They were helping us learn stuff. That equipped us with a very good way to entertain the Velomobiel.nl executives with authentic Polynesian culture. To the sound of pate drums, something like Tahitian dance was performed by a collection of dancers half of whom were Polynesians from the Polyhoods, and the other half our own amazons.
Thoroughly impressed executives of Velomobiel.nl went back to Netherlands with plans to discuss opening a plant here. President Bich's only request, that most of the workers hired be hired locally.
After some more back and forth and negotiating... although I don't know what they were negotiating; gosh, they were given free everything. No taxes, free factory space, free electricity... I think President Bich even gave them free housing. She did not give them a house, but it was a nice apartment or house that she rented to them... at the rate of 0 dollars per month! But anyway, President Nguyen Hue Bich got her Velomobiel.nl factory. Right there in Tulao'otupu, by the end of 2005 and into 2006, Quests were being made on our very own island nation.
Because they used our labor which is low cost, Quests were turned out at prices that we could afford. Add to that, no expensive shipping, and the primary customers for Velomobiel.nl-Tulao'otupu were us! We used them heavily so we needed repairs and parts often. That meant steady business for Velomobiel.nl-Tulao'otupu. More and more Quests began to be seen zipping around the streets and roads of Tulao'otupu. Tourists were extremely interested in what the heck vehicles those were. They were rented out even. Many tourists went home having felt an exhilarating ride in a Quest.
What an unusual Pacific island! A tourist will see it all, and it is all authentic. Nothing made in China (except for some of the AK-47s we own!). True Polynesian diet consisting of fresh fish, pork, poi, and other tropical crops were available everywhere. Real Polynesian drumming and chanting and hip-slinging dances were available. And the added, non-Polynesian things were memorable as well. Cycling anywhere without worry of being run over, rides in Quests, and gorgeous, naked amazons.
And if one did not want to pedal, a gorgeous, strong amazon, barely dressed in a Brazilian-cut bikini and topless, would ride him in her pedicab to where ever he wanted to go. And yes, it was usually guys! They loved this place!
Since there are no cars to worry about, alcohol is served almost anywhere, if one goes for that. So is kava kava, which is better. I use it. It's the Polynesian way! But anyway, the usual drinks associated with Pacific islands are available. There are minimal laws against smoking. Cigars and cigarettes are allowed. Many places do not have air-conditioning and are heavily ventilated with fans. That quickly disperses any cigarette smoke, so, no problem.
By mid 2006, the first huge wind generator began to be installed. It was completed by November of 2006. I'm jumping ahead chronologically here, but to date, 2010, I have never seen the blades of that monster sitting still. It is always turning, usually vigorously. The only time the blades are still is when maintenance crews "feather" the blades and brake it to a stop for maintenance. Also jumping ahead, we now have 5 wind generators in different locations on the island. I have never seen any of them still. The oil-fired power plant lies quiet. It is just plain not used any more. It is kept serviced and is tested every so often, but it is out of service for the most part. That means Tulao'otupu is completely independent with their energy. We import absolutely no coal, no oil, no nothing!
Well, wait, there is one little spot that has delivery of gasoline and diesel. That is our main seaport at the capital, Makefu, where the ships come to dock. They keep supplies of fuel for ships to gas up before heading back out to sea. But that is a separate business. They have been there since long before we were. Their business is much better now, much busier. Plus they don't have to pay taxes. They are thankful for us. Operated by Polynesians, they regularly have a big ship come in and off load gasoline and diesel of various grades into their tanks. But other than that, there is absolutely no "fossil" fuel consumption on the island at all. Once in a while, occasionally, someone will come to the docks to buy a little gasoline or diesel for a generator set or maybe, lawn mowers. But that's it!
So Tulao'otupu was well on the way in recovery, as 2005 progressed on through to 2006. Yvonne and Jane got jobs as dock workers and double-hull-canoe paddlers. Often sloshing around in the water, they both went naked and enjoyed the work very much.
Not to worry, President Nguyen Hue Bich had plenty of body guards. They volunteered even though there was no pay. The perk of being a body guard for President Bich is that there would be times that they could hold her, which all of us wanted always to do. I volunteered many times. Every single time it looked like Flower (I call her by that name too; I like it) was going to teeter, I would grab her. She sometimes giggled and said, "I wasn't falling, I just was looking at that bird..." or whatever else she was looking at. I just wanted to hold the cuddly cutie in my arms! She is so cute! And she melts in your arms!
President Nguyen Hue Bich mowed her own yard. She did not want any money from the treasury, which was composed entirely of donations from adoring amazons that felt President Bich was the cutest thing ever, being used for things like that. And she could not afford mowing service herself. She was a road worker most of the week and was not paid that much. Her presidential duties were unpaid.
At first, Nguyen Hue Bich was president Saturday and Sunday, and a road worker the rest of the week. But later, as being president got busier and busier, she shaved a day off the road work week and took Saturday, Sunday, and Monday for government. This meant her income was even less.
What were government meetings like? Hah! Nothing like you would imagine!
Somewhat early (not really early), Nguyen Hue Bich would come to a secluded stretch of white sand beach next to a forest of coconut trees on the edge and jungle inland of that. She cycled there naked in her Quest velomobile. She only brought her Vietnamese farmer's hat. Sweating, she would frolic around in the sparkling clear water of the lagoon to cool off and refresh. Sometimes a passing double-hull canoe could be seen out there, carrying goods from one town to another. If close enough to see individuals, she would wave at the equally naked crew of amazon women who were on it.
After a time, the senators, representatives, and, depending on what kind of meeting, mayors, would begin coming. They were anywhere from naked to skimpily dressed. Those that came early would take a dip too in the lagoon, as they were sweating from cycling. Some of the Vietnamese ones would take a dip, dry off a bit, then wear a modified, usually sleeveless ao dai for the meeting. President Nguyen Hue Bich stayed nude, wearing only her hat. They met under the shade of the over-arching coconut trees, cooled by the trade wind.
They even arrange themselves a certain way. The "house" of representatives sits next to the bushes lining the shore. Their backs face inland. The senators sit opposite from them and with their backs toward the sea. If either one meets by themselves, they usually show up under the same set of coconut trees every time. If present, the mayors sit across from Nguyen Hue Bich, which means their sides face the sea.
It's a weird way to conduct government, but, I told you Tulao'otupu would strike you as weird. But we are weird in a delightful way, and it is just that quality that makes us the tourist attraction we have become.
There is usually not a whole lot to do. The affairs of Tulao'otupu are pretty straight forward. Usually it is the mayors who are wanting something done faster, or wanting funds.
You may be wondering, if Tulao'otupu has only one province (state), aren't there only 2 senators? Well, they kinda modified things a bit. Each of the 11 towns has 2 senators. So there are 22 senators. Representatives depend on the number of people in Tulao'otupu.
One time, about July of 2006, one senator introduced a bill for a small tax, to be collected as sales tax, to provide a small pay for them and to help with President Nguyen Hue Bich's many projects. President Bich said "No, no, no!", essentially. The bill barely squeaked past the senate and the house. President Bich promptly vetoed it.
You gotta picture all this, it's so weird... or very, very different, at least...
There they were, all those big, muscular, naked chicks and a slender, graceful President Bich. Also, there were equally graceful and slender Vietnamese congress women and mayors. They are assembled under the shade of over-arching coconut trees, sitting on the white sand of the beach. Jungle, behind the coconut trees, is on one side, and sparkling, azure-blue waters of the lagoon is on the other side. The hair of all the congress gals with long hair, including that of President Bich, is being constantly blown into their faces. Sometimes the wind whips President Bich's Vietnamese hat to the side.
President Bich sat on the trunk of a laying-down coconut tree while most of them sat on the sand. The trunk of the tree was not any more "luxurious" or anything, it just gave her some height. Coconut tree trunks are rough, and that laying-down one she was sitting on was sandy at that. It was only 18 inches high. Nude Nguyen Hue Bich sat on it with her legs somewhat spread. Anyway, President Bich leaned forward toward them with her face framed in her long, smooth-flowing, violet-sheened black hair to give them a talking to.
"Now get this, and get this forever, you chuckle-heads", President Bich lectured, "NO TAXES! The bureaucracy in collecting them alone is enough to send shivers down my spine. Over and over again, it has been proven: You feed government, and it turns into a monster! Just like that movie, Gremlins. Look at the United States, for example. Once one of the finest governments in the world. They too, at one time, long ago, met under shade trees or at each others' farms on weekends and were not paid. In the very beginning, United States had no taxes. I intend to keep Tulao'otupu that way! Not to mention, and don't forget this, Tulao'otupu is, in a way, a big club! We're lucky. United States and Canada are made up of a tremendous variety of people with as many different ways and beliefs as there are individuals. We, on other hand, are composed mainly of the Shasheerian Kin and a few agree-ers of our way. It is much easier for us to run government based on donations. So, no taxes! Ever! Okay?"
And sweet Nguyen Hue Bich blew them all kisses. The big amazon congress gals melted. The Vietnamese congress gals nodded their heads.
One big congress gal breathed passionately, "Oh, President Bich! You are as wise as you are so very cute! No taxes ever!"
President Bich replied, "Well, good, I'm glad you think so...", and then a gust of wind blew hair and her Vietnamese hat right across her face! Giggling, President Bich set her hat back straight and swept her long, smooth hair out of her face. She completed her sentence, "too!", amongst many giggles. The rest of them giggled with her.
Another congress woman spoke up and mentioned, "At least this blasted wind is now making us electricity, thanks to your wind generator project!"
They are cheered about that!
Sure enough, if one stood away from the tall coconut trees, one could see the top of the towering wind generator in the distance, spinning vigorously in that never-ending trade wind.
The senator that introduced that tax bill was a 6-feet-5, 240-pound amazon named Kathy. The next weekend, President Bich invited Senator Kathy to the presidential house. (And remember, think small here. The "presidential house" is just a modest, cement block structure, one story, 3 small bed rooms, and is about 900 interior square feet. It is just outside Makefu, is 100 feet over the ocean and maybe 1000 feet away. The front overlooks the velomobile road and some jungle and then the ocean. The back is framed in by Tulao'otupu's jungle. The mountains rise sharply from there. It is presently not air conditioned. It is nice, but nothing impressive.) President Nguyen Hue Bich had a surprise for Kathy arranged.
As Kathy came through the front door, Nguyen Hue Bich, dressed in a sleeveless, modified ao dai, stood there with an impish look on her face. It was all she could do to hold back giggling. As Kathy came through the door, President Bich giggled, "GIVE!"
Behind temporary walls made of those ornate zig-zag walls one sees sometimes in Japanese and Chinese homes were two other amazon gals. They each turned over a large wicker basket full of hibiscus flowers, collected earlier from the back yard, onto Kathy as she entered. Her head and shoulders were gently pelted by dozens and dozens of hibiscus flowers. Two of them stuck in her hair. Kathy giggled, "What is this?"
President Bich daintily ran up to the big, sweating amazon and threw her arms around her waist.
Well, what one of us amazons would not turn down an opportunity like that!? Of course, Kathy closed her big, muscular arms around the squeezable President Bich and held her tight in her bosom. Her big hand patted President Bich's head. President Bich "melted", as she always sweetly does, and snuggled in Kathy's strong arms. It got President Bich's ao dai wet with Kathy's sweat, but Miss Bich did not mind at all.
With her voice muffled from being inside Kathy's bosom and under her long, reddish-brown hair, President Bich pleaded, "I hope there's no hard feelings! I love you!"
"Oh no! Of course not!", Kathy profusely assured.
With some difficulty due to Kathy's tight embrace, Miss Bich removed her arms from hugging Kathy and reached up to take a red hibiscus that was laying on Kathy's head. Miss Bich had to reach way up as she proceeded to mount it onto Kathy's hair. Miss Bich requested one of the amazons with the wicker basket, "Sweety, get me that hair clip over there..."
It was a hair clip specially designed for mounting hibiscus flowers onto hair. She mounted the hibiscus onto Kathy's hair on her right side.
"There now", President Bich announced, "a right nice, impressive island gal if ever I saw one!"
"Awww!...", Kathy could only say as she hugged President Bich even tighter. President Bich squirmed her arms down and resumed hugging the muscle-laced waist of Kathy. She basked in Kathy's embrace for quite some time.
"I just wanted to see your sweetness get some kind of income for all you do", Kathy explained after a while holding President Bich.
"You big sweety!", Miss Bich warmly thanked, "Mahalo nui loa!" (thank you plenty!), and then gently chided, "But I much prefer that people of Tulao'otupu give willingly, as donations. It's doing fine! No worries."
"Awww...", Kathy uttered, and then held President Bich another several minutes. Man! I should do something like that and then get sweet Flower to myself to hold and hug so long!
By this time, you may think that nectar sweet President Nguyen Hue Bich is all sugar, honey, nectar, and anything sweet and soothing. But she has that warrior instinct, nonetheless. Don't forget, she was a fighter jet pilot for North Vietnam, flying a Russian Mig-21. She is the one that pushed for deepened and strengthened Second Amendment laws in Tulao'otupu's constitution. And indeed, quietly, in the background... well, maybe not so quietly... She got on "state owned" TV a number of times to beg us for money to buy powerful artillery to be set up at strategic locations on Tulao'otupu. She also courted gun factories to set up on Tulao'otupu. She had a number of them by 2006, including one making AK-47s. Those and the ammo for them were sold to the amazons of Tulao'otupu as well as to foreign buyers.
President Bich's next project was to get an artillery factory on Tulao'otupu. She wanted her own source of artillery so that artillery units and parts could not be cut off. One congress woman asked her, "Are you planning to start a war?"
President Nguyen Hue Bich's answer, given with a sweet face and musical voice, was, "No, no, no! Of course not! Just, I don't want Muslim extremists coming here, taking away our freedoms. As women, we'd be the first to loose!"
Well it took some doing. President Bich ended up putting in more time, energy, and her and Alex's own money to courting a manufacturer of artillery to set up on Tulao'otupu. Just like with Velomobiel.nl, she gave them free factory space, free electricity (and they used a lot! Miss Bich had to add one more wind generator just for that factory. One did not quite do it, so yet another generator was added. That brought it up to 4 generators by the end of 2007.
President Bich got on state owned TV many times to talk to us about the need of military strength...
"Before, Tulao'otupu was a basket case. Nobody wanted it. Now that we, you strong, powerful, loving amazons..." and she said that with a lot of passion. She really loves us! The cute sweetie! Anyway, so she lectured, "You strong, powerful, loving amazons of Tulao'otupu have turned this place into the fast-growing, tourist attraction, jewel of the Pacific it is now! So now, everybody is going to want us. We're attracting world attention. Already, I have been contacted by 'The Tonight Show', "The View", "60 Minutes", and others. "The View" is coming here next month. Muslim extremists hate women. They hate, hate, hate the fact that we are so successful here. We did it all ourselves, with no help from men, except of course for the contribution of all the individual male members of Tulao'otupu who work alongside us. Do you want to be forced to wear even stuffier clothes than what you wore back in United States and Canada? Do you want some evil, shit-headed force to deny you your right to work? And do you want them to take your guns away? I think I can hear all of you all's answer to those. We need to be ready!"... and so on like that. President Bich gave many of that kind of speech.
In this writer's opinion, with all of us armed with automatic weapons, I can promise you, anyone trying to take our island will have a guerrilla war on their hands like none before! We know this island well and know all manner of places to hide from which we can strike and run. Such an attacker would incur very heavy losses, I assure you!
Already, there were many artillery positions all over the island. Some were dummy positions even. Many of us did not know which ones. Those of us that knew would not tell any outsider. But President Nguyen Hue Bich did finally get her artillery factory, but with some compromises she was not comfortable with.
It was not a United States artillery factory. But they somehow had United States designs. Being out here in the middle of nowhere on an island with no taxes, the factory investors would be able to sell artillery units to anybody and all the profits would be theirs to keep. But President Nguyen Hue Bich did not want them to sell to al-Qaeda, Hezbollah, or Taliban, or any other organization like that. (Interestingly, she did not mind them selling to communists, a little detail that bothered a few of us.) They said they would not sell to any Islamic terrorist organization, but they cannot promise that a buyer might not be a proxy for them. President Bich tried to get them to promise they will at least try to make sure it is not a proxy for a terrorist organization. The factory management said they can only try, but it is not always possible to be sure. They also asked for either an airport big enough to support Boeing 747s, or a much bigger seaport, whenever possible.
At last, anyway, they built the artillery factory. Tulao'otupu could be surrounded and we would still be able to manufacture our own artillery units. (However, they still need shipments of raw materials; the metals and such which is used to cast the steel parts to artillery. Sheesh, this could go on forever! President Bich just urged them to keep a good stockpile of it.)
The artillery plant wanted one of the following: Preferably a larger seaport. However, an airport big enough to accommodate fully loaded freight Boeing 747s would be okay. After some research, President Nguyen Hue Bich found that a larger seaport was out of the question. And normally, an airport would be too, if it was not for an extra feature of Tulao'otupu that was on its south side. A huge, long sand bar, 3 miles long, ran parallel to the island. It was attached to the island. It was like a big, L-shaped peninsula. It was overgrown with weeds and bushes. Someone used a riding mower to cut a dirt bicycle trail on it. It was visited by us often for dirt bicycle riding and picnics. It also had not bad beaches. What it was, is long, long ago, during one of Tulao'otupu's many crooked dynasties, an airport began to be built. They progressed as far as bringing in tons and tons of sand to build up an artificial peninsula where the airport would be built. But they ran out of money or the dynasty of crooks skipped... island(?) (town), and it was never completed. Since then it has become host to weeds, bushes, many, many birds, and even a few upstart coconut trees. And, like I said, most recently, someone cut a dirt bicycle trail through it and now we amazons use it like a big park, riding dirt bicycles wildly, hanging out, fucking, and picnicking. It does not yet have the impenetrable growth like Tulao'otupu's internal jungle does.
President Bich did a feasibility study and find out that it might could be done. But it would take a lot of begging on state owned TV.
Well, the sweety got on there and, using her cute mannerisms and enticing smiles, exciting sidelong glances and so on like she does, she proposed that, this time, instead of the money going into the treasury never to be seen again by the donators, this time the donators are to be considered "investors". When the airport is built and begins to make money, the money will be paid back to the "investors", in accordance to how much they each gave. President Bich pointed out that, with the airport, getting to Tulao'otupu will be much faster and easier, so that tourism, already doing well, will grow even much bigger!
Well, as usual, we easily-swayed, easily-manipulatable amazons, responded vigorously to sweet, cute, adorable Nguyen Hue Bich. Many of us, myself included, carried purses full of money to give it straight to the cutie, where ever we could find her, personally and hopefully get a chance to hug and hold her. I myself found the cutie, Miss Bich, surrounded as usual by a bunch of big, muscular, naked or skimpily dressed amazons, all of them giving her money and trying to get a chance to hold her. I, in my usual strategy, waited until most of them dispersed. But more kept coming. They never did completely disperse and President Bich was about to arrive to where ever is was she was going. So I went in to wait my turn. But, Oooo! Dam! It's worth it! I handed the sweetie my money and then scooped the darling up into my arms. I squeezed and she melted, laying her head on my shoulder, hugging me with her slender arms, and making soft, loving, cooing sounds in my ear. Mmmm! Gads! I love her so much! And I dream about one day having her plunge her soft little fist up into my cunt, deep and hard! Oooo!
Well, um, okay, okay. I'm getting burnt up over that again!
So work on the airport began after a couple months. First we built the basic air strips. We rolled our two "community" bulldozers there to do the clearing and leveling work. It took a year, but we managed to get a 2.8-mile long, heavy duty concrete strip and parallel taxi-way built. We slapped together some quicky buildings to house radios, radar and such so that we could already start taking Boeing 747 landings. The Boeings would bring more building equipment and materials. At that point, the airport became self-contained, with its own generating plant, service roads of this and that type, and so on since the rest of the island was bicycles only. At that point, progress sped up. Yes, yes, I know, restricting the island to bicycles only does indeed slow down certain kinds of progress, but it is worth it! We are not ever going to allow cars on this island.
Certain utility cars and trucks began to show up on the airport, brought in by the airport management as needed. They stayed on the airport. The only way in and out of the airport peninsula was by a large bicycle route. The lanes were wide enough for a car, but they were not allowed.
Another little problem of convenience began to be felt. The airport was on the south side of the island. That side of the island is a bit wild. Very few towns there. There are cliffs on that side, with many places where the road (bicycles and velomobiles only) dips down to a cove. Those are nice. But there is not much there. All the tourist places are near or next to the seaport.
Well, our trusty double-hull canoes came into service again. Propelled by wind and amazon paddling muscle, the double hull canoes would ferry raw materials for the artillery factory, a number of gun factories, and imported stuff around the island to the seaport area where they were then delivered.
And, get this... When tourists started coming through the airport (starting about mid 2008), the first Tulao'otupu experience for them was to board a real Polynesian double-hull canoe with a crew of tall, muscular amazons, all topless and wearing only Brazilian cut bikinis, and be ferried around the island to the seaport where most of the tourist places are and the high rise hotels. Wow! What an experience for them! We standardized the amazon crew's Brazilian cut bikinis to dark blue. Some of the ladies wore a hat, like a captain's or skipper's hat. Depending on wind and other conditions, the trip took 4 hours. We used both sails and amazon muscle for propulsion. Into the wind we had to sail using tacking methods. All the time we stayed within the lagoon area, and within easy sight of the shore.
Not all tourists took the double-hull. There were two other methods of getting to the hotels.
One was to board one of many pedicabs powered by a muscular amazon wearing a Brazilian-cut bikini and topless. She would carry 1 to 2 passengers in her pedicab up and over the mountain pass road, 1200 feet, and on down to the hotels and restaurants next to the seaport. A strong amazon could do the 9-mile, 1200-foot climb in little more than an hour. (Less than an hour with one passenger.) After the climb, it was downhill, and the pedicab could go as fast as any car. They would arrive into Makefu and the seaport in just a few minutes. So that was faster than the double-hull.
The second method for the tourist who really wanted to experience Tulao'otupu, was to rent a bicycle or Quest velomobile, and pedal himself up and over the mountain pass and on into Makefu. That was the fastest, most sporting way.
Due to the ergonomics of the Quest velomobile, the ascent can be done surprisingly fast, depending on fitness. President Nguyen Hue Bich can ascend the 9-mile, 1200-foot ascent from the airport to the mountain pass in 30 to 35 minutes. I can do the same ascent in 40 minutes on my bicycle. I rented a Quest once, and then I could do it in 28 minutes, not counting the time winding around and getting out of the airport. That's stretching it a bit, but, as you can see, one's own bicycle is the fastest. A fit tourist can generally make the ascent in 45 minutes. The timing going up is the important part. Once up there, the descent is a breeze. Anything you use; pedicab, bicycle, or Quest, can go 60 mph if you let it. But there are curves, so the speed is restricted generally to 30 mph. When they had cars, that's all the fast they could go. Maybe not even that fast due to all the washouts and the road being dirt. But even with the pavement now, one does have to be agile and skillful, though, on those curves, or you could easily end up upside down in the jungle some ways down, off the road!
But perhaps I should be corrected when I said "really experience Tulao'otupu" when I mentioned using one's own bicycle. That double-hull canoe ride is really something! Though not Polynesians, we Shasheerian amazons make great substitutes. First, the double-hull canoe is authentic, and propelled by traditional Polynesian means, wind in the sails and paddling muscle. The typical tourist gets on there, with many other of his (usually his, although some women and even families come) touring partners. The scents of the double-hull canoe, the salt spray, sea breeze, coconut-tree-lined shores in the distance, the sparkling clear water of the lagoon; all that alone is a great experience. Then the crew made up of tall, statuesque, athletic amazons, all tanned and wearing teensy Brazilian cut bikinis; that peeled the glaze off the eyeballs of many a jet-weary tourist!
We spiced up the double-hull canoe ride quite a bit as we "felt" our way around dealing with tourists. We started offering meals on the double-hull ride. It was 4 to 5 hours, so there was time for meals. Just like the airlines! Only difference was, ahem, they kinda had to... well, it was extra. They had to pay for it. But most of them did, gladly. It was all fresh cooked, some of it right there on the double-hull. Roast pork, fish, tropical vegetables were all offered. All served by topless, Brazilian-cut-bikini-wearing amazons! That is something those guys would not soon forget! Man! Were the cameras and video recorders ever running!
A sort of "dress code" sneaked in, unnoticed by any of us, so to speak. A fully naked amazon was perhaps, a bit much for an uninitiated tourist from United States or Canada to take. First thing you see after you get off your plane and walk through the corridor to the baggage claim is a 6-feet-4-to-7, 210-260 pound, topless muscle woman with radio-knob-sized tits in a Brazilian-cut bikini who comes up to you, towering over you unless you are very tall yourself, and drops a lei over you head, and greets "alofa!" (Well, that's Tongan dialect for aloha. We tend to pick up Tongan Polynesian more than Hawaiian. They're much closer!) That opened many an eye and dropped many a jaw! Hah-hah! I used to hang around the airport just to see their faces as they came out of the corridor! Hah-hah-hah! I was there for "Lei duty." That's where we put leis around the necks of all the tourists coming out. Since there are so many of us hanging around the airport anyway, (we amazons are a curious lot), they thought they would put us to work handing out leis. We're not paid for it. But they will pay us a bit for each lei we make. Anyway, so our arriving tourists get leis. Hawaii no longer does that, but we do!
Another thing the airport got us to do without pay is help with the tourists' baggage. We would help them yank it off the baggage carousel and load them on carts. All for free. We loved flexing our muscles in front of them! I'll admit it, most of us amazons tend to be exhibitionists! So there we were, all of us topless, most of us dressed in Brazilian-cut bikinis, standing around, and when the baggage began to come out on the carousel, each one of us would ask a tourist, "need help with your baggage? It's free!" We'd have a cart ready. Most of the tourists were guys and, with that word "free" in there, they went for it. We handled even the heaviest bags with ease.
Well, anyway, I digressed. So a fully naked amazon is a bit much to take. It's shock enough to see a 6-foot-5, 220-pound topless muscle woman. Anyway, we all kinda just drifted into wearing the bikini bottom around the tourist areas. We all just started doin' it, kinda like a fad. The Brazilian cut, which emphasizes our muscular, shapely butts, and is very skimpy and therefore cool and comfortable to wear all day, became the preferred type. Other types of skimpy clothes were: G-string, too close to nude; micro ao dai, consisting of a sterling chain around the hips from which hung a tiny pendant in front of the cunt on front, and in the deep butt-bun cleavage in the back, very comfortable but too nakedy; and a new one, micro-grass-or-coconut-fronds-skirt, also comfortable but too prone to wind and too nakedy. A sitting tourist could look up and clearly see the big labias of a typical amazon. So we all kinda drifted to the Brazilian-cut bikini. I wore a mesh Brazilian-cut and my labias plainly showed. Hee-hee! Oh well. And as I said before, the crews of the double-hull canoes used for transporting tourists came into the habit of wearing dark blue Brazilian-cut bikinis. No mesh!
There was no law passed. President Nguyen Hue Bich would not think of it. She would surely veto any dress code bill that attempted crossing her desk anyway.
However, fully naked amazons still show up to work at the docks, hang around the airport, and work as tourist-transport double-hull crew members. By the way, the airport management, who are not necessarily Shasheerian kin, do kind of beg, every once in a while, that the naked gals at least wear bikini bottoms. Begging or asking politely is the only way to get someone to wear more around here. Dress code laws anywhere on the island, except for safety reasons, have been expressly forbidden by President Nguyen Hue Bich. But if you ask someone sweetly and nicely to wear more, they will usually go along with it. I hardly ever see a fully naked amazon at the airport terminal any more, as to date of 2010.
Another interesting little situation was that some of the personnel of some of these factories and the airport were not necessarily "Shasheerian kin." That means that the men or women there did not necessarily share our enthusiasm over human-powered transportation, the ban on cars and dogs, and our nudity or brevity of attire. But, what can I say. They had to live with it. Many of the factories were clustered in close to the seaport. That reduced transportation needs for raw materials needed by the factories. The artillery factory made the biggest demands for really huge amounts of metal for their castings. A special railway was being considered for them. But that would make poor little President Nguyen Hue Bich to have to get on TV and beg for donations again. I think she was growing weary of that. But we weren't. We would respond readily to any call for money that little sweetie would make!
We would hear occasional complaints from the non-Shasheerians, but usually they were brief and, well, nothing could be done about it. Examples include: The wife of one of the management at one of the gun factories complained, "my children can't go out to play without seeing a naked woman!" (My advice: Cool it with the children already. It does not harm them! Sheesh!) A number of people would complain about not being able to drive a car to see various parts of the island. Many of the men had wives that did not want them taking a pedicab ride with a near-naked amazon. The husband and wife could ride together, but the wives still did not like it. One or two expressed a desire to keep a dog, but it was no big deal. One went for a cat. Cats are okay! Most of the non-Shasheerians, however, were perfectly happy with us. They loved the fresh air, the ability to walk around or ride a bicycle without fear of getting run over or attacked, and of course, guys being guys, sure did appreciate all us tall, athletic, naked amazons! The management at the Velomobiel.nl factory loved us. Most of their workers were hired locally, so there were skimpily dressed amazons or slender, sexy Tulao'otupu guys doing most of the work in making the molds for Quests and assembling them.
By the way, on the subject of velomobiles, the Polynesians on Tulao'otupu did something we all thought was very smart and efficient, leaving even President Nguyen Hue Bich scratching her head, mumbling, "Now, why didn't we think of that?"
A certain velomobile, the Cab-bike, developed and made in Germany, was taken notice by the Polynesians when they noticed a "car-like" vehicle running around. There were about 5 on the island at that time (roughly mid 2006). (I jump around chronologically, keep in mind.) Alex has one but uses it very little. He prefers his Quest, which is faster and cooler. But a couple times, a group of Polynesian youth might be in town, and a Cab-bike velomobile zips by, powered by an amazon. When going slow due to congestion made up of bicycles, the Polynesians caught up with her to ask about it. To their surprise, she said it has a BionX assist motor, although she uses it very little. That amazon sister, Brenda, is tall and very strong, and has no need for any motor! She bought it pre-owned in Canada then brought it to Tulao'otupu. A Polynesian guy asked her if she would sell it. She could use the money because she wanted to buy a Quest. The Cab-bike was too small for her and too hot. New Quests on Tulao'otupu cost only 3900 dollars thanks to cheap Tulao'otupu amazon/slender-male labor, and are made to accommodate Shasheerian-amazon size. She drove a hard bargain for the pre-owned Cab-bike that she paid 7500 dollars for (new ones with BionX motors cost 12,000 dollars!). The Polynesian youths got their money together and bought the Cab-bike from her for 3900 dollars. Then Brenda was able to march right into Velomobiel.nl sales and service and buy a new Quest that day.
Polynesians are still missing their cars. (Like, sheesh!) Here was a possible answer for them. They loved the car-like Cab-bike, especially with its BionX motor that could propel it up to 20 mph without pedaling. Now, 20 mph is plenty for most situations on Tulao'otupu. Even in the car days, the most one could drive is 30 mph on the curving country roads between towns.
The Polynesian youth asked some of the personnel at Velomobiel.nl about the Cab-bike, how to get one, and so on. The Cab-bike is not their product, but they knew a lot about it. Well, to condense the happenings down compact, the youth researched, contacted Cab-bike of Germany, and wheeled and dealed. They secured the license to manufacture Cab-bikes for Tulao'otupu only, and then were able to use their plugs! What's a plug? It is a shaper used to mold and cast the fiberglass parts to a velomobile. Cab-bike of Germany actually sent the plugs for making Cab-bike body parts to Tulao'otupu. With more experienced engineering types from the Polyhoods assisting, and making use of the fiberglass molding facilities of Velomobiel.nl's factory, they began turning out their own Cab-bikes! Cab-bikes made in Tulao'otupu! They found a cheaper electric assist wheel than BionX and included it standard with every Cab-bike they made.
Cab-bike prices had to be negotiated. The lowest the Polynesian youths would go is 3500 dollars, a VAST improvement from the 12 grand of a BionX Cab-bike from Germany or Canada. But usually, they sold them for 4100 dollars. Well, they have to make some profit.
Now with Cab-bikes at a price the Polynesians and some Tulao'otupu-Shasheerians could afford, we began seeing more and more Cab-bikes. Bright colors; yellow, green, blue, red, and white, and rarely, black (a hot color for tropics) were seen in the many Cab-bikes then seen within the Polyhoods and in towns as well. Last I heard, some Cab-bikes get shipped to other islands. But, the buyer must buy the Cab-bike in Tulao'otupu then take it home to his or her island. That is the restriction of the license. Theoretically, for example, someone from Tonga or Tahiti may only purchase a Cab-bike from Germany. But until Tulao'otupu's new culture, Islanders of the Pacific did not even know what a velomobile is, let alone a Cab-bike.
And of course, the little Tulao'otupu-Cab-bike company pays no taxes. All profits are theirs!
I am happy that the Polynesians on Tulao'otupu found a "replacement" for the car that they accepted and liked so much. When a typical Polynesian first got a Cab-bike, they mostly use the motor. But the pedals are there. If it breaks down, runs out of battery, or whatever, one can always pedal it. Then the typical Polynesian owner would do more and more pedaling. They then would find themselves getting more and more fit. Cab-bikes have the ability to take the entire top half off. Then you get full breeze which makes it cooler for pedaling. But without the streamlining of the upper body, the Cab-bike is no faster than a bicycle. The motor will still propel it to 20 mph, but the battery is used up faster. But when the owner starts going around with the upper body of the Cab-bike off, that means he or she is pedaling more, and therefore using less battery.
Now-a-days, you see Cab-bikes often, some complete and others "halved" (half-shell they started being called), with the upper body removed for cooler pedaling. If those cotton-pickers (the Polynesian) would drop their prudish, alien/missionary-pushed ways about clothing and go around nearly naked like we do, they wouldn't have to take the upper body off. I think a Cab-bike looks "funny" with its top half removed. Oh well, we will keep teaching by example. I am seeing more and more fit Polynesians coming to town in bikinis, men and women, and "mini-grass-or-coconut-frond-skirts" for the women. Ah, that's more like it! Cooler, eh?
We all like the Polynesians and their original culture, and apparently, so did President Nguyen Hue Bich. Going back now to 2005, 2006, and 2007 and thereabouts, there were a lot of nations taking note of Pacific's black sheep, Tulao'otupu, now finally straightening up and flying right. Some Polynesians think there is a curse on Tulao'otupu, or the island itself has a hostile "mana" (spiritual power). Another island with a bad reputation for being cursed or haunted is Palmyra Island, which is kinda close to Tulao'otupu. It's kinda out there by itself, brooding away, despite its typically inviting outward appearance. It is an atoll island and is essentially uninhabited.
So anyway, the neighboring Pacific Islanders kind of were impressed at how us Shasheerian kin types seemed to have finally tamed the island and seem to get along with its mana. I think it was just a matter of purging it of the crooks (they kind of purged themselves) and their damage and artifacts. Tulao'otupu seems to be just fine! We all have really enjoyed her and love her.
So during those years, President Nguyen Hue Bich was taking delegation after delegation from other islands. Samoa, Kiribati, Tahiti and Society islands, Tonga, Fiji, and others from far away sent delegations to welcome us into the Pacific family of island nations.
Every single one of them had to make that 30-hour, bouncing ride by boat and disembark onto our humble little wood docks. President Nguyen Hue Bich was out there for every one, with her ao dai, hat, and hair being blown all over the place by the nonstop trade wind.
The first few delegations were greeted warmly by President Bich but without being given a lei, which is an important Polynesian tradition. She did not know. When she learned of it, she wrote them letters of apology. All of them replied that it was okay, they understood she was new to this.
A delegation from Tonga was the first to get presented with leis from President Bich. As she lifted the lei for them to take, the incessant wind blew her long hair all across her face and blew her hat to the side. They chuckled at the struggles our charming president was having with the wind. She was so delightful in her sleeveless, modified ao dai and ever-present Vietnamese farmer's hat.
A year later, sometime in early 2007, someone from Tonga came but she was not a government delegation. She was some kind of head of an organization on Tonga for fitness on Tonga. Yes, that ever-present problem. They do gravitate toward being obese. Polynesians are naturally hefty, but western diet and use of cars have messed up their once awesome physiques and fitness.
Well, not this gal. She was as big as one of us! Now Tongan women tend to be big and strong anyway, especially if they get exercise and avoid that western diet. But this one was big even for them. She stood 6-feet-7 and weighed 240 pounds. She tended to dress in a more traditional way which revealed more than usual for a Tongan. When she arrived to the docks that day, she was wearing a yellow, what I would describe as a Tahitian dress (that type that's kind of longish on one side and very revealing on the other) and a white tank top. She had gorgeous, dark-brown skin and wavy black hair with a reddish sheen. (I think it had been colored a bit.) Her skin color contrasted dramatically with her white tank top and yellow dress. She was barefooted. Her waist had a reef of white flowers with a hibiscus in front. A hibiscus was in her hair on the right side. When she walked, her quad muscles in her thighs rippled dramatically. Her huge, muscle-laced hips swayed. She had big, strong arms and wide shoulders. Man! She was built as good as any of us amazons but with that beautiful color and strong, Polynesian face.
Graceful, slender President Nguyen Hue Bich came out onto the docks to greet her. She was wearing, as usual, a sleeveless modified ao dai, her Vietnamese farmer's hat, and stiletto high heels.
When this Tongan beauty got off the boat, President Bich's eyes bugged out like a crab. (She loves big, strong women!) Even with the help of 4-inch stiletto heels, President Bich still was not as tall as the Tongan.
And the impression was both ways! The Tongan woman was obviously impressed with the adorable, graceful Nguyen Hue Bich. Observers (Shasheerian-amazons like myself always following the president around from a distance) noted that the Tongan woman took a double take as she got off the boat onto the dock.
Nguyen Hue Bich was holding her hat on against the wind. To do so, her arm was up over the back of her head to hold her hat in place. This revealed a right-nice, impressive biceps in Miss Bich's slender arm. Not huge, it was nonetheless impressive. To that add Miss Bich's slinky appearance and her ao dai, and you have an impressive picture. I'm sure the big Tongan woman saw all this.
President Bich came trotting daintily up to the big Tongan woman. She carried a lei in her other hand. As she did, she let her hat-holding arm down to help with balance as she trotted. I mean, a dip in the water awaited her only a few feet to either side. Not that a dip in that sparkling water is bad, but it was not appropriate just then. Anyway, she cheerfully came up to the Tongan woman and greeted "Welcome to mumph, mumph, mumph...", and that notorious wind blew a whole bunch of her hair and her hat right across her face! At that time the big Tongan woman was within reach. When that happened, the poor president really could not see! She just sort of instinctively reached for and grabbed the big Tongan woman's sturdy shoulders. President Bich was giggling uncontrollably as the Tongan woman gently repositioned Miss Bich's hat and used her hands to gently sweep Miss Bich's hair back from her face.
"Wow! Golly!", Miss Bich breathed, "You're so strong!"
"Just hang onto me, pretty girl, until we get off the docks, okay?", she responded gently as she offered her sturdy arm to slender President Bich to hold on to.
Giggling delightfully, President Bich did as suggested and held onto the Tongan woman's big, muscular arm. With Miss Bich's arm holding onto the Tongan woman's arm, Miss Bich's other arm was holding onto her hat and lei, to keep them both from blowing away. Finally Miss Bich took her hat off and hung its strap over her arm along with the lei. Then with both hands she held onto and felt over the Tongan woman's big arm.
"Ooo! Wow! The muscles!", President Bich breathed, "And beautiful skin! You're so very strong! Like a rock!"
The Tongan woman chuckled and replied, "Strong? Like a rock? Um... Well, thank you so much, pretty girl! I am the director of the fitness council of Tonga, so I like to look my part!"
"Mmm, you sure do!", Miss Bich cooed while feeling over the Tongan woman's arm.
President Bich then turned to a couple of amazons, (there's always no shortage of us hanging around the president) both dressed in mini coconut-frond-skirts and topless, and seemingly vying for the Tongan woman's attention, and requested of them, "Take her suitcase to my house, okay please?"
"SURE!", replied one cheerfully.
"YES!", replied the other eagerly.
But there was only one suitcase. The two big amazons grabbed at it and began shoving each other. President Bich let go of the Tongan woman and ran up to them saying, "Shhh, shhh! None of that now! Heather, you put the suitcase on your bicycle rear rack and pedal to the corner of Koloko and Hame'a street, then let Diana take it from there; about half and half, okay?"
"Yes, President Bich!", replied Heather.
"Yes ma'am, President Bich!", agreed the other.
As Heather picked up the suitcase and the two big muscle girls left, President Bich gave each one a smack on their coconut-frond-barely-covered butts. Giggling, she returned to the Tonga woman's side.
The Tongan woman chuckled, "Gosh, woman! You got good control over them, don't you?"
President Bich giggled, "They're like little girls sometimes! Always tussling. If it wasn't for me, I think they'd fight always and not get anything done!"
"They just want to serve you!", the Tongan woman laughed.
"Yeah, and I love them all!", giggled President Bich.
Those two amanzons still had some words to say to each other. Finally one, presumably Heather, was carrying the suitcase. As the two passed President Bich and the Tongan woman, they both flashed bright, beaming smiles at the Tongan woman... and at President Bich. They were seemingly interested in getting the Tongan woman's attention. They walked proudly as they passed, swaying hips and making those coconut-fronds skirts sway boldly. They were just about the same height as the Tongan woman.
"They're cute!", commented the Tongan woman, "And certainly big and strong! And... seemingly innocent, somehow. And they're really getting into the island culture!"
"Yeah, they're sweet!", agreed President Bich.
With President Bich clinging to her side and feeling over the muscles of her arm again, the Tongan woman walked Miss Bich off the dock and over to some trees and bushes and the back of a building and so finally got out of that wind.
Finally, President Bich let go of the Tongan woman's arm and said, "Now, finally, I welcome you to windy Tulao'otupu! I'm President Nguyen Hue Bich and I'll see to you every need while you are here!"
As President Bich presented the lei, the Tongan woman commented and asked, "Thank you so much! This is beautiful!" (said of the lei) She continued, "So you are the president? Wow, I had no idea how... pretty you are! I heard the president of Tulao'otupu is pretty, but I didn't think like this pretty! You're so adorable!"
President Bich giggled delightfully.
"Well, I am Tangaloa, and as a fitness instructor and counselor, I am interested in this, uh... kind of like, a culture, if you will, that you have evolved here. You... you really have no cars? At all?"
President Bich, still ogling Tangaloa like some guy would, felt over Tangaloa's arm muscles once again. She ooed and cooed and once again sweetly commented, "Ooo! So magnificent! And such beautiful dark skin!"
Tangaloa chuckled and probably was not quite believing at this point that she was really a head of state. For one thing, most presidents have at least a small contingent following them. Well, in a way, President Bich did have a contingent... us. Some of us amazons were always following her hoping for a hug. She was well protected. Anyone laying a harmful-intentioned finger on our beloved, adorable president would surely be pile-driven into the ground! The several pairs of amazon eyes on our president is, in large part, how I got the descriptions of events for this particular scene.
Tangaloa gently held President Bich by her shoulders to get her attention... off Tangaloa's muscles and to what she was asking...
Tangaloa once again said, "Hey, pretty girl! Paying attention? My name is Tangaloa and I am a fitness instructor and counselor from Tonga, and I want to know more about this culture you have created here. If anyone tried to take cars away from Tonga, they would all scream louder than ever. I see that all of you are very, very fit!"
President Bich giggled and looked Tangaloa in her face with adoration. She giggled, "Well, they screamed here too... That is, the Polynesians did. But they're getting used to it. In fact now, the Polynesians are even building Cab-bikes! ... That's a velomobile..."
Tangaloa: "Yes, yes, I have heard you people have cars that are pedaled! I would like to see one..."
President Bich: "No problem! Mine is at my house! And, and... let's see... would it be closer to walk to the factory... No, the hotel over there has some for rent. Yeah! Let's go there!"
Pulling at Tangaloa by her big hand, President Bich eagerly led Tangaloa down a foot trail that connected that area of the docks to one of the state-owned high-rise hotels where some Quests were available for rent.
"This is a velomobile!", announced President Bich proudly.
"And... you pedal it, right?", asked Tangaloa.
"Yes! And it goes like the wind!", President Bich replied enthusiastically, "Want to try one? We can go to my home that way, although we could walk there from here."
"Sure!", Agreed Tangaloa.
As big and fit as she was, her reply was not surprising. But they could not find a Quest that fit Tangaloa's huge 6-feet-7 frame...
"Okay, okay, let's go to the factory! It's not far...", President Bich excitedly said as she pulled at Tangaloa's big hand again.
Tangaloa chuckled at this head-of-state's child-like enthusiasm. She followed the sprite Miss Bich as she led Tangaloa over another dirt foot trail, winding around, going steeply up then down the flutes of the "roots" of the mountains that traversed the town. As they walked, they went through many trees and bushes and smelled many sweet fragrances of the many flowers.
"This is so delightful", commented Tangaloa, "In most places, it would be straight into some car with me, driven around and around, out from one air-conditioned space to another, and... but here, it's... just so different... so natural! More islands of the Pacific should be this way!"
"Oh, I agree!", replied President Bich, "But they are all so mired in the car culture and western way. Even here, with most of the old society gone, it took a lot of push to accomplish this. But a lot of people like it now. You can tell from the tourism!"
"Yes, you seem to be doing well! I must say, I have never seen a head of state greet me in this manner... not that I go see heads of states that often. But after what I heard from the delegation that came here, I had to see for myself."
Well, it looked like President Nguyen Hue Bich picked up a new friend. She eagerly led her on the hike that passed through wooded areas and areas of town. When going through town, Tangaloa saw firsthand the car-free culture that had been built on Tulao'otupu. She also saw several buck-naked amazons, several amazons in Brazilian-cut bikinis, micro-ao dais, mini- or micro-coconut-frond skirts and all topless. All the slenderish Tulao'otupu males wore brief bikinis as well.
"I'm over dressed!", Tangaloa joked, "Back in Tonga, this I'm wearing is kind of risque already, unless I'm at a party or dance or something. Although, it shouldn't be! This skirt is 100 percent traditional. It's a Polynesian sarong, or sometimes called pareo. Admittedly, it's a kind of mini-ish version of one, however it is cool and comfortable, and is good for all this hiking you're making me do!", Tangaloa chuckled then continued, "But it looks like I should have made it even mini-er!"
President Bich cheerfully replied, "It's lovely! I'll Tulao'otupu-ize you later!"
At which they both chuckled.
Finally they wound around and arrived at the Velomobiel.nl factory. There they found Quests for rent made to fit the Shasheerian amazons of Tulao'otupu. They found one that fit Tangaloa perfectly. But to lead Tangaloa, Miss Bich had to rent one also, because her Quest was at home. The big amazon who was managing the sales and rentals and was "dressed" (decorated, actually) in a Brazilian-cut bikini and topless, told Miss Bich to just get it back tomorrow, it was free. Miss Bich paid for Tangaloa's rental.
President Bich told Tangaloa, "This is your rental car for as long as you are here!".
"Wow, this is awesome!", replied an admiring Tangaloa as she looked over the shining, bright yellow Quest.
She noted the Quest's open cockpit. She asked, "If it rains, you will get wet this way?"
"Oh yes!", agreed President Bich, "But you'll be wet with sweat anyway. We call rain 'clean sweat'. It helps to go bare, or in very brief clothing. It rains a lot here, off and on. See, there's one coming now. It'll pour for 30 seconds then it will be sunny again..."
Indeed, among the puffy white cumulus clouds that spangled the cobalt blue sky, there was one that was large and had a dark-gray bottom. From its bottom hung a gray veil, indicative of heavy rain. It was still over the ocean but it was blowing their way.
"If we hurry, we might can get out of its way!", suggested President Bich enthusiastically. "But if it does rain, the rain drops will pelt your eyes. Wear these..."
From a side pocket inside the Quest, Miss Bich pointed out clear goggles that are apparently to be worn in case of rain. The Quest easily makes 20 to 30 mph, up to 40 or more for us amazons, and at that speed, the raindrops going in the eyes feel like needles.
Tangaloa squirmed into her Quest. Fortunately, Tangaloa was wearing a mini version of the Polynesian pareo which accommodated cycling and squirming into Quests. It took a couple tries to adjust the seat to where her knees would not strike the Quest's cowling while pedaling.
Some of it was unfamiliar to Tangaloa, although some was familiar. President Bich pointed out the controls; the brake, gear shifters, turn signals, and two-way radio. Except for turn signals and two-way radio, Tangaloa has seen it before. Being a fitness instructor, she is familiar with bicycles. Just, she never rode in that comfortable reclining position with a sports-car-like body around her before. After some final advice from Miss Bich and setting the two-way radio to communicate with Miss Bich's Quest, President Bich then took to her own Quest.
President Bich usually rides nude, often removing her ao dai before getting into the Quest. But perhaps in deference for Tangaloa who is not accustomed to all this public, casual nudity, and perhaps because they were only going a short distance, President Bich kept her ao dai on. As she got into her Quest and got seated, she placed the front and back halves of her split ao dai to the side, leaving her long, well-muscled, brown legs bare. She also took off her hat and stowed it beside and rear to the seat.
Then, with President Bich in lead, they were off.
They wound around the streets of Makefu. This gave Tangaloa an opportunity to become accustomed to the handling of the Quest at slow speeds and with lots of turns for practice before taking her out for high speed riding. Assisting greatly was the fact that there were no cars coming down on and menacing them. All other traffic was largely bicycles with a few Quests and occasional Cab-bike mixed in. Tangaloa also saw more naked amazons and amazons in Brazilian cut bikinis (lets say "BCBs" from now on), mini- and micro-ao dais and coconut-frond skirts. She also caught site of 5 Polynesian youths, 2 guys and 3 gals, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. There, they almost looked like fugitives from the law of averages! Then later, Tangaloa just about twisted her own neck off when she saw and ogled a couple Polynesian guys who had become fit and were wearing men's bikinis! One was wearing a yellow one and the other a white bikini. Those colors contrasted well with their dark skin. Later still, she saw a couple Polynesian ladies who had taken up the BCB. However, they had bikini tops on. One can assume they were just not quite ready to make that final transition to Tulao'otupu-ism!
President Bich led Tangaloa out of town and then past the turn for her home. She decided on the spur of the moment to give Tangaloa a taste of open road riding. Shortly, they encountered a stretch of road that begged for them to "open up." President Bich bore down on the pedals.
Going through gear after gear like an accelerating 18-wheel truck, they slowly obtained speed. The Quest is interesting that way. At first, accelerating feels a bit heavy. At first, one goes no faster than a bicycle. But as one accelerates into each, progressively higher gear, the Quest gives way to more speed, and one is compelled to shift up again. Before one knows it, the wind is in the face and speeds of 30 or more mph is obtained. Additionally, we amazons often attain 40 mph.
As President Bich attained and kept up 40 mph, Tangaloa kept up just fine! After sustaining that speed a couple minutes, the road was beginning to curve a lot as it contoured around the flutes of the mountains while it stayed level. President Bich slowed way down for safety and found a spot to turn around in and then came to a stop, in a grassy area, with Tangaloa behind her. She clamored out and trotted back to Tangaloa. She squirmed out too.
Tangaloa was hardly winded, while President Bich was panting, not hard but some. President Bich was beginning to sweat. Apparently, Tangaloa and her big, muscular legs are more than "Quest-ready!"
"That was exhilarating!", exclaimed Tangaloa, "The wind in your face, I mean, like, we were really moving!"
President Bich agreed, "Yeah! It's just like being on a little motorbike! They really get going! But, you gotta take it easy! A Quest gets going fast before you realize it. These curves can spill you! Always be cautious of that!"
"Oh! Yes, yes! I will!", assured Tangaloa. She added, "And, wow! Is this where you live? This is beautiful! Also, let me say again, what a ride!"
"Yes!", agreed President Bich, "These things move, don't they?"
"Sure do! And, is this where you live?"
"Nope", replied President Bich cheerfully, "Just a turn-around spot. I just wanted you to see how fast the Quest goes!"
Tangaloa: "Yeah! That was exhilarating! Wow! This does replace the car! You all really don't need cars with these!"
President Bich: "We need cars on this tiny island like we need more holes in the head! Totally not needed, not wanted!"
With a gesture of her hand and a facial look of disgust, President Bich said of cars, "Take them away, puh-lease!"
Tangaloa chuckled in agreement.
"Okay then", President Bich said cheerfully, "I'll take you to my home now..."
"Wait", Tangaloa said softly, "Let's just hang here for a while. This is nice scenery..."
Indeed, where they stood overlooked the ocean. There was some elevation there, about 50 feet maybe, and pretty steep downhill to the beach. Over lush jungle bushes and flowers, they looked out over the sea.
"I didn't know this island was so beautiful", Tangaloa commented, "I have always heard so many dark stories from it and about it. I had just about concluded that it was basically tapu... forbidden, that is."
President Bich: "I... think her um... mana, I think that's what it is called... this island's mana, sort of like spirit, agrees with us. We are soothing to her."
Tangaloa: "That's a beautiful thought! That might be..."
At that time, a strong wind was blowing and President Bich had "gravitated" over to Tangaloa and was leaning on her side and feeling over her big arm. She even laid her head on Tangaloa's shoulder. President Bich made loving, cooing sounds and allowed her hands to rove not only Tangaloa's big arm, but her muscle-laced hips, abs, and even lightly caressed the breast nearest to Miss Bich, including the very obvious nipple. Tangaloa had been sweating very lightly, which was making that tank top "plaster" a bit to her skin.
Tangaloa was perhaps not comfortable with another woman seemingly getting so touchy and feely, almost like some man groping around. It was as if Miss Bich was taking advantage of being a woman, and a smaller, slender one at that, compared to Tangaloa. I am sure that if a guy started feeling up Tangaloa after only just meeting her, she probably would have smacked him good.
Tangaloa tolerated Miss Bich's intimacy for a time. But as President Bich became more and more "glued" to Tangaloa's side, and her roving hands became more and more daring, especially with diddling Tangaloa's tits, which, by the way, were beginning to poke out more, Tangaloa finally gently held Miss Bich by the shoulders and positioned her straight in front of Tangaloa at bent-arm's length. She gently suggested, "Maybe we should ride to your home, now..."
"Okay", Miss Bich sang sweetly, "Like you asked, I was giving you time to take in the scenery!"
Miss Bich flashed that sidelong glance at Tangaloa, batted her eyelashes, and otherwise acted impish.
Miss Bich clung to Tangaloa while she returned to her Quest, feeling her up yet again. Tangaloa squirmed into the Quest, got seated and winked at Miss Bich, saying, "Okay, pretty girl, lets go..."
Giggling, Miss Bich finally trotted to her Quest, squirmed in, positioned the halves of her ao dai aside, and got going. When they turned around and got going back from where they came, they both saw the black bottom of that big cumulus cloud and a veil of rain coming towards them. President Bich did not even flinch. She is used to it. The cloud was coming toward them, and they toward it. It was inevitable. Sure enough, they rode into a downpour. Slowing down, they still pedaled at a good pace. Time for those goggles! Tangaloa stayed tightly behind, no problem. After some ways, President Bich slowed, gave a turn signal, and turned right to go up a rather sharply inclined hill upward. President Bich had already shifted down, but not knowing what was coming, Tangaloa did not shift until after she turned. On a bicycle (or Quest) this can be tricky. Got to shift fast. Tangaloa almost stalled out but not quite. The well-adjusted shifter of her Quest managed to get into a climbing gear just barely before stalling. The two of them then churned slowly up the hill. The ground leveled out and there the house was. Not big at all, it was maybe only 900 square feet of living space. The yard was mowed but not fancy. The yard was maybe about 1/8th of an acre. It was surrounded by jungle. Behind it, the hill continued on upward to the peak of the mountain, way up there. The front yard had a nice view of the ocean at its elevation of 100 feet or so. This was Tulao'otupu's presidential (or whatever leader in the past) house. At this point, the rain had already slowed to a sprinkle. By the short time both ladies squirmed out of their Quests, the rain had stopped and the sun came out. Of course, then it steamed. Literally steamed. Little clouds of vapor wafted just over the ground, especially the road. Both ladies were drenched.
Giggling, President Bich spoke of her ao dai, "I don't have to wash it, now!"
Tangaloa chuckled, "Yes, that was... refreshing! Now I see, at least part of, the reason why you all go bare or with little clothing!"
"Yes", agreed President Bich while she walked over to Tangaloa, "it really is best to just pack the clothes and wear them after you get to where you are going!"
Both ladies dripping, President Bich invited Tangaloa in to take a shower if she wanted and dress in something dry.
Tangaloa's suitcase was on the front porch, tucked next to the wall where it would stay dry. President Bich opened the door of her house without working any lock. She even commented while she picked up the suitcase, "Those gals should have just put it inside. Oh well..."
"Well, it's the president's house!", commented Tangaloa cheerfully, "They respect you and your privacy, and the sanctity of your ground. In my culture, long ago, it was major tapu to enter the chief's home without his permission!"
President Bich giggled delightfully.
President Bich invited Tangaloa to shower. She suggested, "We shower together, eh?"
Tangaloa just chuckled and muffed President Bich's hair. "You're so cute!"
(You're just finding that out!?)
Tangaloa went in to shower by herself with an impish looking President Bich giggling.
Tangaloa showered and changed to another mini-pareo and tank top. President Bich then showered as Tangaloa made herself comfortable in the sofa. She checked out a little bit of Tulao'otupu television with President Bich's 17-inch television. One could hardly tell this was the president's house.
President Bich came out, brushing her long, flowing black-with-violet-sheen hair, buck naked. So Tangaloa got a good introduction to the Tulao'otupu president's fit body. Miss Bich boldly sat right down tightly next to Tangaloa and cuddled. She closed her eyes and put her head on Tangaloa's muscular shoulder. Her hand roved over Tangaloa's big, muscular thighs. Miss Bich made soft cooing sounds and even lightly kissed Tangaloa's shoulder.
Surprised Tangaloa hesitantly said, "Uh, President Bich, I..."
"Put your arm around me, I'm chilly... Please?", President Bich begged sweetly.
Still not believing all this, Tangaloa replied, "But it's 85 degrees and there is no air-conditioning in here...", she chuckled as she asked, "How can you be chilly?"
"Please?", President Bich begged, "I just took a shower..."
"Oh, okay, pretty girl!", Tangaloa agreed with a, perhaps nervous, chuckle.
She went ahead and put her big arm around President Bich and pulled her close. She laid her head across Tangaloa's front, somewhat on the ample breast and snuggled. Miss Bich's hand held onto Tangaloa's waist. Miss Bich placed one of her legs over Tangaloa's thighs. She closed her eyes and basked in the pleasure of being held, occasionally making soft cooing sounds.
(Humph! This writer is jealous! Any of us amazons would pay anything to get to do what Tangaloa is being treated to now!)
President Bich is generally kept very busy. She is a road worker four days out of the week, then she runs around during the weekend for presidential doings. So she probably does get tired. She napped a bit on Tangaloa, even snoring softly. Tangaloa patted Miss Bich's head and otherwise held her gently. Occasionally Miss Bich would stir, make some soft loving sounds then sleep again.
Tangaloa was also probably tired from that 30-hour boat ride. She slept too at times, on that sofa, with President Bich snuggled up in her lap almost, like a kitty.
At a point, President Bich maybe had napped enough, and so her hand began roving over Tangaloa's body again. And they gravitated to Tangaloa's tits. As Miss Bich lazily diddled them and Tangaloa tolerated it, Miss Bich saw the tits began to poke out quite a ways. That just invited more pinching and pressing from Miss Bich.
"Mmmm! President Bich... please...", Tangaloa gently urged as she gently moved President Bich's hand away from her tits. She had to take a deep breath.
President Bich continued to stay plastered to Tangaloa's body while her hand roved around.
"Don't you want to do anything this afternoon?", Tangaloa suggested.
"Mmmm", President Bich cooed, "I just want to do this all day..."
"Ooo, if anyone from Tonga saw me like this, I would never hear the end of it."
"What, they don't allow women to be close friends?", asked President Bich innocently.
Chuckling, Tangaloa replied, "This is a little bit more than close friends!"
"Aww, but you're so beautiful and strong! Totally magnificent!" President Bich passionately replied.
"Uh, uh, well, thank you! But... but... you know... you gotta give me time... to adjust. Like you said, Tulao'otupu-ize me..."
Finally, using a lot of her willpower, President Bich pushed herself off Tangaloa, stretching her arms straight until cute little triceps showed in her arms.
"Huh, you're pretty fit yourself, pretty girl!", Tangaloa commented, noting those triceps.
President Bich got up, leapt and spun, saying, "Of course, I'm a Tulao'otupu woman!", and then she giggled delightfully.
Miss Bich finally suggested, "Okay, okay, let's ride our Quests over to some friends of mine and have supper there, then hike around and stuff. That way, you'll get another good dose of Tulao'otupu-ism! Whatchyu tink?" ('What (do) you think?'; she said it the "island way.")
"Okay", agreed Tangaloa, "Okay! Yes! Sounds good!"
President Bich asked, "Now, you want to pedal there naked then put your pretty outfit on, or wear that while pedaling? They're on the other side of town and we will sweat. And I cannot guarantee we will not be caught in another rain!"
"Hmmm...", Tangaloa contemplated, "If I take my clothes off now and pedal naked, then, when I get there, I get out naked in front of your friends?"
"Sure! I do! Some of them will be naked the whole time. I'll ask them to wear a little something for you. But when you arrive, just get out naked. They will let you and I shower there and then we put on our clothes. See? I'm gonna wear this..."
President Bich held up a sleeveless, modified ao dai which was light pastel blue with dark red flowers printed all over it.
The Tulao'otupu way is to, indeed, pack your outfit, pedal there lightly dressed or naked, shower a bit if available, or dip in the surf, dry off and dress. (If you're going to dress that is.)
Tangaloa had to think that one over a bit!
Tangaloa asked, "How far are your friends? Maybe I can just 'tough' it, and wear what I'm wearing..."
"Pretty far", President Bich replied, "not super far, but; well, it's 12 miles. Just a sneeze for a Quest. But you will sweat. We can shower at their house when we get there. Then you put on that outfit."
"But gees, going there naked?", pondered Tangaloa, "I don't know about that..."
"Wait a minute...", President Bich said as she ran into another room. She came out saying, "If you are really, really uncomfortable about getting naked, wear this!..."
President Bich presented a skimpy, snow-white Brazilian-cut bikini, bottom only, to Tangaloa to wear while pedaling.
"One of my friends left it here", explained President Bich, "Never worn, still has a 'new-tag' on it. I have all kinds of people come here, its a long story how it came to be here. Anyways, you can have it!"
Tangaloa took the bikini and looked it over. She almost needed a magnifying glass. There wasn't much there! Straps attached the front triangle which was of very thin cloth, and a tiny rear triangle.
"Uh, um...", Tangaloa stuttered while she examined the thing kind of askance. She asked, "Is there a top to this?"
"Nope!", President Bich giggled.
"Okay, okay! Gees, pretty girl! Okay, I'll wear it!"
Tangaloa ducked behind a door to change. She came out, her big, voluptuous, athletic body was in full view, including ample, pert breasts with sizable nipples. A teensy patch of white barely covered her labias, and even at that, the form of her labias clearly shown through the thin fabric.
"Wow! You're gorgeous!", exclaimed President Bich as she ran up to Tangaloa and fell against her in a hug. Hesitantly, Tangaloa put her big arms around that sprite Miss Bich and held her gently. As she always does, Miss Bich melted in Tangaloa's arms.
"Okay, you!", Tangaloa chuckled, "You got me dressed the way you wanted. Let's go."
Naked President Bich jumped cheerfully and led Tangaloa by the hand out the door to the Quests. She put her ao dai in a bag then into a space behind and beside the Quest's seat.
"Oh! Let me call them first!"
