Tulao'otupu, New Shasheer - 6

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 aodai in a bag then into a space behind and beside the Quest's seat.

"Oh! Let me call them first!"

Bare naked President Bich bound sprightly into the house again to make the call. Tangaloa waited outside, standing near her Quest, and sort of tried to get used to the feel of being a couple square centimeters from being naked, and topless. She was going to have to, if she was going to spend any length of time on Tulao'otupu! At least she was in good company. She was accompanying the bare-ass naked head of state of that unusual island!

President Bich bounded out cheerfully exclaiming, "It's even better than I thought! They've been roasting a pig in the umu all afternoon, along with taro! They were going to call me later on! Now you'll get to enjoy a real feast!"
"Hey, yeah!", Tangaloa agreed, "And it's all Polynesian too! Very good!"
"Let's go!", President Bich cheerfully said as she squirmed into her Quest.

Tangaloa squirmed into her Quest. She arranged her long hair behind her and around the seat. The semi-reclining position of the Quest was comfortable, but exposed Tangaloa's bare boobs to the sun and sight of anyone they passed. That made her a bit uncomfortable, but, she perhaps reminded herself that everybody here does it, and, Tangaloa's breasts are very "easy" on the eyes! Secure in her seating in the Quest, Tangaloa followed President Bich. Down the steep driveway they went, then turned right onto the road.

After a short ways, the road encountered Makefu. They had to zig zag around that for a ways before getting back to country road. While in town, there were plenty of naked or skimpily dressed amazons and skimpily dressed, slender, sexy "Shasheerian men" to behold. And they beheld Tangaloa. Tangaloa was, indeed, not alone in her attire. "Nipplage" was everywhere. Big gals and slender men both gave Tangaloa a good looking over, probably mostly due to her beautiful dark color rather than her bare breasts. But her breasts were full, pert, and really nicely sculpted, so they were being looked at for their own qualities. Once at a stoplight, President Bich was first at the light and Tangaloa was right behind her. The people crossing the road got a good look at Tangaloa's attractive front!

Finally they left Makefu and got back to country road. President Bich then "opened up" and got up to 35 mph. Tangaloa followed easily. Tangaloa certainly enjoyed the refreshing wind in her face and on her bare breasts as they sailed along that road in their Quests at 30, 35, and even 40 mph. Sure enough, about 5 miles into it, they encountered a hard rain. It lasted a mile, or that is, about 2 minutes. Then it was sunny again, although it was a slanted, late-afternoon sun with lots of shadows. They then encountered the town of Ha'alalo where, once again, they had to slow down and do a lot of turning. And once again, a lot of eyes enjoyed Tangaloa's pert, sizable breasts, pronounced tits, and beautiful dark brown color. The two ladies in their Quests also did a lot of climbing, as the roads they were taking were going inland and therefore, up, up, up.

Finally they arrived at President Bich's friend's house. And that friend was none other than me, this writer! Me and my friends thought Tangaloa was gorgeous! We all ogled her squirming out of her Quest. We were kinda jealous too! Man, she was stacked!

Tangaloa acted just a bit shy. But she certainly was in good company. I was wearing a Brazilian-cut bikini, but not as skimpy as hers! Hah-hah! Mine covered more ass. A friend of mine, a neighbor, was buck naked. Another big gal was naked and another wore a mini coconut-frond skirt. All of us were topless.

As we all crowded around the seemingly shy Tangaloa, President Bich said, "She wants to shower then put on a most lovely outfit!"
"The outfit she's wearin' is lovely!", a friend of mine said. I agreed.

I knew President Bich would want to shower and put on her cute little aodai. I even had towels set out for her. I suggested, "You two want to shower together? Water conservation, you know! As per your announcements of TV!"
"Good idea!", President Bich agreed, "Big lady, whatchyu tink?"

How could Tangaloa disagree in that company? She, perhaps reluctantly, replied, "I tink dats a good idea!"

So President Bich and Tangaloa would shower together. But Tangaloa seemed distressed about something...
"I can't find my clothes!", Tangaloa exclaimed as she was bent over to look way back there behind the seat of her Quest, both sides, for her clothes. She then stood up and announced, "You know, I think I forgot them! I forgot them! Agh! That's nice!"
"HAH-HAH!", exclaimed President Bich jumping up and down cheerfully, "GOOD!"
"You little chuckle head", joked Tangaloa as she muffed President Bich's hair, "You made me forget!"
President Bich jumped and spun with her smooth, flowing black hair twirling gracefully with her saying, "No I didn't, but I'm glad you forgot! You're awesome dressed as you are!"

So Tangaloa had no choice. She had to stay nearly naked, dressed only in an unusually skimpy version of a Brazilian-cut bikini, all evening!

She and President Bich showered together. I heard an awful lot of giggling in there!

It did not take long for Tangaloa to get comfortable with all that skin of hers showing. Doesn't take anybody long. With these warm, humid conditions, clothes just are not desirable. All of us were either naked or skimpily dressed. Only cute, adorable President Bich wore her sleeveless, modified aodai.

Our cute, sexy and slender guys came out to enjoy Tangaloa. They thought she was awesome, but ain't none of us let them get too close to her!

Tangaloa certainly enjoyed the roast pig and poi (Polynesian mashed potato; taro root boiled then smashed up, season as you wish. I put salt and olive oil on mine.) We all strolled around the neighborhood after that, and went up some trails. Tangaloa was taken in by the beauty of it all. The ocean was way down there, 300 feet below. Huge cumulus clouds were way out over the sea. First they glowed fire orange in the sunset, then became dark gray after sunset. They lit up sometimes, like strange fluorescent jelly monsters. Probably they would come here at midnight and pour down rain and some thunder. Nice to sleep by!
All the neighbors were like us, if outside. Almost naked or naked amazons and their slender, cute guys. No dogs bothered us ever. There are none here! No noisy cars racing around. Just quiet bicycles if anything. President Nguyen Hue Bich sure has created a paradise on earth for us, that's for sure!

When we got back to the house, we did some dancing. President Bich likes to dance a kind of improvised energetic hula to an old recording of Maui Chimes from an album that dates back to the early 1960s. Our guys of course watched with eyes bugging out like a crab or something. We amazons think she is so adorable! Tangaloa watched with keen interest.

After the dance, Tangaloa told President Bich, "Now, that's pretty good, but as a dance instructor from Tonga, and that includes the Tahitian types of dances, I can tell you that you can do much better! Just wait until tomorrow! I'll show you a dance that will really put you through your paces!"
"Oh! Really?", asked President Bich, intrigued. "Can you show me a bit now?"
Tangaloa: "No, our bellies are too full now. And I don't have the music with me. It's in my suitcase. Also, I want to give you some instruction and practice at your home first before coming here again."
"Hmmmm! Now this sounds interesting!", President Bich replied with interest.
Tangaloa: "That you just danced to is old-fogy music, made for tourists. The music I will teach you to dance to is real Cookie drummahs doin' their thing!"
President Bich: "Hmmm! Wow!"

There was an impish glint in Tangaloa's eye. I think she really was going to put that sprite little Miss Bich to the test. I personally looked forward to what that would be.

"Uh, what's a 'cookie drummah'?", asked President Bich innocently.
Tangaloa replied with a sparkle in her eyes, "Expert drummers, actually, in haole language, from the Cook Islands. They developed the pate drum and that particular style of high-energy drumming! It will work those hips of yours like never before!"
"Hmm, well", said President Bich also with an impish glint in her eyes, "We shall see... we shall see!"

After a thoroughly enjoyable, relaxing, and spirit-recharging evening, President Bich and Tangaloa got ready to leave. President Bich stripped her aodai with all of us looking over her graceful body. She then stowed the dress in the bag and then into the Quest, behind and beside the seat. Tangaloa just got in her Quest as is, having forgot her clothes earlier! Hee-hee!

President Bich had to show Tangaloa how to turn on the Quest's headlight, as they would be riding home in the dark.

President Bich and Tangaloa wound around Ha'alalo and then to the country road. The cooling night air felt good on both their bare breasts as they breezed along. Upon getting to Makefu, they wound around down to the state owned high-rise hotels.

President Bich showed Tangaloa to her hotel room. "I had this already reserved for you!", President Bich explained, "I would rather you spend the night with me, but... I've already exposed you to enough Tulao'otupu-ism for one day. Now you can have some privacy and contemplate on all you have experienced today. You relax and I or someone will bring your suitcase... and your forgotten clothes, (hee-hee!) to you."
"Well Mahalo nui loa, you little rascal pretty girl! I have thoroughly enjoyed this!", Tangaloa enthusiastically said.
"Oh! Thank you for coming! And putting up with me! Now... can I at least kiss and hug you good night?"

Tangaloa just opened her big arms. Needless to say Miss Bich entered and melted when she was hugged. She gave Tangaloa a hard, suction kiss on her lips. By the way, President Bich was buck naked for this, having just gotten out of the Quest and led Tangaloa up some flights of stairs to her room. Miss Bich also kissed both of Tangaloa's tits. That made Tangaloa nervous, but she was beginning to get used to it.

"Tell you what", Tangaloa said, "I'll sleep naked! The Tulao'otupu way!"
"Yes!", agreed Miss Bich, "There you go! And tomorrow, you sleep naked, but at my house! Whatchyu tink?"
"I tink dats good! It's all good!", Tangaloa said softly, then added, "And you better be prepared to dance! Hard!"
"Okay, you! I'll show you I can dance!", asserted President Bich, giggling.
Tangaloa responded, "We shall see! We shall see!"

A thrilled President Bich then returned home. But she returned home via stopping by Velomobiel.nl factory and dropping off her rental Quest. A big amazon worker there was getting off work and walked with President Bich to her home. From Makefu, President Bich's home is not that far, maybe a mile and a half. We amazons can handle that on foot in a sneeze. Besides it was a fantastic evening for a quick hike.

Next day, President Nguyen Hue Bich called me to bring my sound system! Hah-hah! You mean the president of a nation does not even have a descent sound system? What do ya think, she's rich? NOT! She doesn't even have an income for being president. The sound system was for her "dance lessons"! Apparently that big gal Tangaloa was going to teach Miss Bich some sort of "real" Polynesian dancing.

I hitched my trailer (a type invented right here on Tulao'otupu by the Velomobiel.nl factory here and sold mostly to us) to my Quest, and loaded two speakers which were each 4 feet tall into it. Laying them side by side, they almost filled the trailer. In the space left, I loaded the amplifier. I was told Tangaloa had an MP3 player which would plug into the stereo amplifier. I took an appropriate patch cord. I also took my sweet guy, and his friend who is the guy belonging to my neighbor. She said it was okay but no fucking with him. They each had their own Quests, made in their slender size. (They're both 6 feet even tall and 140 pounds of lean, sexy muscle, great for fucking! But, like I said, hands off my neighbor's guy.) I was taking them to see the dancing. I wanted to pick up a bit too, if possible, from the Tongan gal.

I was just going to wear my Brazilian cut the whole time, and the two guys wore teensy bikinis too. Upon arriving to President Bich's house, we showered and... well dried off a bit and that's it. We wore the bikinis. See how dressing skimpy makes things simpler? Among many other advantages.

Tangaloa had already arrived, showered, and changed to her yellow mini-pareo. Around her hips was a garland of white flowers and feathers. She wore a white tank top that showed plenty of tummy. And, she had cute Miss Bich outfitted the same way. She had on a little black pareo and a top that looked like finished and polished coconut half-shells attached by strings. Hmm, interesting. She too had a garland of white flowers and feathers around her hips. The garland of flowers was to emphasize hip movements.

After I set up the amplifier and speakers, Tangaloa was ready to begin. She began with a demonstration dance that she did herself.

After some warmups, which she had President Bich do as well, she was ready. She invited Miss Bich to dance any way she wanted to with her, never minding the style or technique; just have fun!

Tangaloa started up the music from her MP3 player. It began somewhat moderate in cadence, with women chanting and distinctive, woody-sounding drums of various pitches. Big sounding conga drums then joined the tapping, rattling sound of the woody-sounding drums. The woody-sounding ones are the pate drums. One can not sit while that music is on. You must get up and move!

Well, I had no idea that big Tangaloa could move like that! As the music picked up in pace, those mighty hips of her kept up. Miss Bich was having fun but wasn't able to keep up with Tangaloa. Toward the wild, fiery conclusion of the piece, Tangaloa's hips were absolutely flying! Some of the feathers and a couple petals from the garland around her hips came off and floated around, such was the vigor of that dance. The two guys loved it!

After the music, President Bich exclaimed, "Good gosh have mercy! I can't do that!"
"Yes you can, pretty girl!", asserted Tangaloa as she muffed Miss Bich's hair, "You got da body and da booty, and you're lighter and slimmer than me. After some practice and training, you can probably do it better than me!"
"Gees, I don't know...", President Bich pondered.
"Are you willing to say I can do something you can't?", asked Tangaloa impishly.
"You're stronger than me!", Miss Bich insisted, while leaning on Tangaloa and feeling her arm again.
"My strength is good for lifting big, heavy things. But for dancing, it actually slows me down a bit. You are light and lean, and very, very fit. I'll teach you the method and the tricks. In 3 days, when I leave, you will have the basic moves. Then it's practice. When I come back, if you practice, you'll already be at an impressive level!"
"Well, okay..."
"After some months of daily practice, you'll be the only Pacific island head of state that can fa'arapu for real!", Tangaloa encouraged.
"Okay! Let's do it!", asserted a determined President Bich.

Well, Tangaloa showed us Tahitian dance. The two guys enjoyed seeing us try the moves Tangaloa introduced and seeing us mess up. All moves were introduced slow, of course. Tangaloa insisted to get the moves correct, practice every day, and the speed will come.


Anyway, so President Nguyen Hue Bich found herself a great new friend, which makes many of us amazons a bit jealous. Tangaloa is the biggest, strongest non-Shasheerian-kin we have ever seen. In fact, this became a curiosity to President Bich and then to the rest of us. I don't know why Tangaloa came the first time; maybe it was just to check us out. She was not "sent" by Tonga's government. She claims to be the director or something of a fitness council of Tonga, and a fitness and dance instructor. She was probably just curious about what we have going here on Tulao'otupu. She liked everything about us except what we done to the dogs. But I tell you what, she sure did enjoy the peace that having no dogs provided! No attacks, no noise, no menace! She was able to hike or bike anywhere in total peace and safety. And yet she complains about what we done to dogs? Well, to be sure, she did not complain that much. She only mentioned that "many in Tonga were distressed" when they heard that Tulao'otupu massacred all the dogs on the island.
She reminds me of a "Bill Mauldin's Army" joke I saw once. Some soldiers in Europe (WW II) had built a fire against the extreme cold. Their commander was yelling "What did I tell you about building these dam fires!?" (the fire might give away their presence to the Germans) But while he was yelling, he was warming his hands over the fire!
Oh well, like I said, no biggy. She just said some Tongans were disturbed by our dog-elimination program. President Bich asked if she had a dog and she said no, no pets at all. That, by the way, is a Shasheerian-kin characteristic. Shasheerian-kin types do not keep pets at all. They are neutral on it, that is, they will not object to someone in the family keeping a pet, but left to themselves, a Shasheerian will never have a pet.

That is just one Shasheerian-kin characteristic that President Bich noticed.
Tangaloa came back to Tulao'otupu several times. Each time she left made President Bich sad. Whenever she got news from Tangaloa that she was coming, President Bich would leap and squeal with joy! Why does she like her so much? She has an island full of amazons who are all Tangaloa's size who would worship the ground President Bich stands on. Seems like Tangaloa has that extra something.

On Tangaloa's third visit to Tulao'otupu, a number of us noted that President Bich took Tangaloa deep into the woods. They said that Tangaloa and Miss Bich had never been so touchy-feely. Later, powerful screams of ecstasy, sounding like those of Tangaloa, emanated from the forest. The sounds were faint and far away. They were almost drowned out by the sound of wind in the trees. When she came out, Tangaloa was mighty contented looking. President Bich was noted to have entered the code-lock-protected back gate of a fence surrounding one of the state-owned hotels to rinse her hands and arms off in the pool. Tourists there at the pool tried to talk to that exotic, beautiful woman. They had no idea she was the president of the lovely land they were enjoying. President Bich was courteous but apparently told them she was "on duty" and had to go. She did not let on she was president. Anyway, so she washed her hands in the pool then left through the code-lock gate. We amazons all think Tangaloa was treated to a fiery little Miss Bich fist plunging up her cunt. All of us amazons water for that... our cunts, that is, and treasure it the scarce times we get it. I've been fisted by sweet Miss Bich twice. That is, after lots of begging, seducing, and everything else. GADS that FEELS AWESOME! But it seems she offers it to Tangaloa without her asking for it.

It is obvious to all of us that President Bich and Tangaloa are... lovers. But Tangaloa must keep that a secret from her Tongan people! Shhh! In my interviews with President Bich for the story, when it comes to Tangaloa, she is mighty mysterious. (This account is based on interviews and "eye-witness" observations from the many of us amazons who hang around sweet President Bich.
What about Alexsa, you ask. No problem. It's all good. Shasheerians do that. A woman can have two boy lovers and a woman lover at the same time. There is no jealousy between those that are familiar and initialized to the Shasheerian way. I'll get to Alex (Alexsa) in a while.
But first, I wanted to speak of President Bich having Tangaloa hypnotized...

Yes, hypnotized!
Okay, a bit of background. We ourselves became awfully curious about this "Shasheerian-kin" thing. Among our midst, we managed to accumulate a number of hypnotists. The best ones at regression hypnosis happen to all be Vietnamese. (Vietnamese, again. What's this Vietnamese business? Not that I'm complaining. We all absolutely adore them! They're all so cute and adorable! They are all intelligent. They kind of compete with each other on issues of leadership, politics of the island... and who is cutest.)
The three hypnotists are separate folks in that they are not of a particular family, they're not related, and they are not even in the same town. Each one runs a business dealing with spiritual stuff. I mean real spiritual stuff, NOT religion. They teach their clients meditation, going out of body, and becoming psychically sensitive. They also teach witchcraft. They are attuned to the seasons, moon, and nature in general. All three of them are psychic themselves. That ability coupled with their skill at somnolent hypnosis (where the client sleeps yet talks; bypasses the criticizing conscious mind completely) results in a fairly highly dependable "history" of that person's "past-life profile." All three of them have offices that are up inland a ways, surrounded by jungle and very quiet. One has an office which is a traditional Polynesian coconut-frond house and is always open for the trade wind. She hypnotizes only after sundown. The other two have more... well, what most of us from USA and Canada are used to in the way of offices. Their own house, actually. Anyway, the client is hypnotized any time of day in a darkened room. They are air-conditioned. The hypnosis rooms have a background sound of nature.

President Nguyen Hue Bich talked Tangaloa into being hypnotized, not by one, but all three of those Vietnamese hypnotists. A lot of people have gone through them. President Bich herself went. I went. Many of my friends have. Alexsa went. Many Shasheerian-kin guys (those who are always slim, fit, submissive, and cute) have been hypnotized.

All three of those hypnotists are very skillful. They are very strict about "preloading" the client. If someone brings somebody to them for hypnosis, they will instruct the person bringing the other to never, NEVER, speak of what we are trying to find out in hypnosis. It is already bad enough that the general theory of the Shasheerian-kin is getting out more and more. (And this account is not helping. However, we are well established now, so, not much of a problem.) Preloading is telling the client what is being looked for in hypnosis. In ordinary hypnosis, it is a killer-diller to the process. Somnolent hypnosis is resistant or completely immune to preloading (in theory), but this is not to be trusted. For example; well, President Bich began to think that Tangaloa was a Shasheerian-kin and didn't know it. So President Bich was under strict orders from each of all three hypnotist to NOT tell Tangaloa, "You are being hypnotized to find out if you are a Shasheerian kin and had past lives on planet Shasheer." No, no, NO! Don't tell her nutin! (nothing) Don't tell her anything!
Planet Shasheer?

Here it is in a "coconut shell":
We Shasheerians are all aliens from another planet! Mwahahahaha!
No, really, nothing to worry, it's all good. We did not land in a spaceship. We are aliens only in the soul. The soul is the real you and is the part that keeps going after the physical body falls away (ahem, dies, okay!). Most people on earth have had thousands of past lives on this planet. But Shasheerian-kin have had thousands of past lives on, apparently, another planet. We have had only a few, sometimes none, past lives on Earth. We call the other planet "Shasheer". That's Alexsa's suggestion, backed up by Nguyen Hue Bich. (It has to be backed by a woman around here, or it is not given any respect.) This other planet is not advanced. They don't have space travel. They are NOT the source of "flying saucers." We don't know what "flying saucers" (UFOs) are any more than you do. We have nothing to do with them. Dismiss that right now. In hypnosis, clients report Shasheer to be Earth-like. It has oceans, more so than earth. Only 20 percent of Shasheer is land. It appears to be only somewhat technologized. They have no engine powered cars, only velomobiles. They appear to have no petroleum (or, they have not discovered it yet). They don't keep pets. Shasheerians are much better at living in the forest than Earth people. They live simply. Shasheer is matriarchal, that is, woman-dominated. On Shasheer, women are physically the biggest and strongest.

There appears to be two species of human on Shasheer. Species, not race. There are races among each species, but there are two species. One species appears to be big, like over 7 feet big, blond in hair color, tan skinned, and fairly intelligent. Not as intelligent as Earth humans, but intelligent. The other species is smaller, very dark skinned, and black hair. They are really intelligent. Perhaps more so than Earth humans. They are described by clients under hypnosis in a way that sounds like the typical Earth Asian. The big species reminds us somewhat of Canadians and USA people in general, but with some differences. In both species, the women are always the bigger and stronger of the two sexes.

Now we get to Tangaloa.
"I think maybe you are a Shasheerian kin!", suggested Miss Bich sweetly to Tangaloa while they hiked a mountain trail. This was maybe, Tangaloa's 4rth visit.

Having been explained to as to what a Shasheerian kin is, Tangaloa responded, "What makes you think that?"
"You're so tall and awesomely strong, you accept my love, you have said you agree with our car-free culture and our getting around by bicycle and velomobile, like nature and..."
"But little Flower", Tangaloa, who had begun calling Miss Bich "little flower", gently argued, "A lot of, what, Earth-souled people might like those things too. A lot of people don't like dogs attacking them, a lot of people would like to see cars go away, many, many people like nature... and as to me being strong, keep in mind I am Tongan, and Tongans used to be very tall and strong and could be again. Now, I must admit, on the issue of accepting your love; I never thought I would ever do the things with you that we have done in all my life, and certainly not with a woman. If my people got word of any of this, I would never hear the end of it!"
Miss Bich (or Flower, as Alexsa, and now Tangaloa, calls her) insisted, "Any one or two of those characteristics by themselves would not indicate a Shasheerian soul. Perhaps all of them would not necessarily confirm a Shasheerian soul. But it sure seems like it. There is one way to find out. Let me take you to be hypnotized! I'll take you to 3 different hypnotists. We will compare their findings. They are very, very good. It will remove almost all doubt."
"Hypnotized? Hmmm...", Tangaloa contemplated, "the hypnotist couldn't control me to, you know, kill somebody or something, could they?"
"Oh no, no, no!", Flower laughed, "Hypnosis can't do that! That's only in movies! Hypnosis is merely a way of getting past the conscious mind which is largely supported by the physical brain, to the unconscious minds, the parts of the soul that go on eternally without a physical body. There lies the storehouse of information, gathered from all the experiences, spiritual and physical, the soul has gone through."
Tangaloa: "Hmm, obviously you are some sort of... spiritualist, naturist, or... something like that. On Tonga, we are mainly Christians..."
"Phhht! Hog wash!", rejected Flower soundly, "All religions are good for are rules, regulations, making you feel ashamed, power, and money! Besides, they are alien to you. Why, I heard that Christian religions were forced upon Polynesians by means of gun ships threatening to lay waste to the island if they did not convert! Christians aren't so militant anymore, but now its Muslims. I've got this island armed to the teeth against the possible eventuality of an attempt by Muslims to take us over. I'll be damned if I'll ever submit to..."
"Shhh! Hold it, hold it, little Flower! I think the ancient volcano is about to erupt!", Tangaloa laughed, "Man! I do not think that religion is welcomed here. Yet, you obviously are spiritual..."
"Sure!", agreed Flower. Indeed, I can attest, that little gal does get steamed over certain things. You have to remember, though, that although I keep calling her "little", she is an unusually big 6-feet-2, highly unusual for a Vietnamese lady, and she was once a warrior! A jet-fighter pilot, man! She is 100 percent amazon! Just, not as big as most of us non-Asians on Tulao'otupu.
Anyway, so she agreed, "Sure! I... we know about the Creator of all things, the Christ consciousness, intelligent design and the rest of it. The Creator is holographic. When you look at how a plant can turn dirt into a coconut, or a banana, or a taro, that's magic of the Creator. The Creator is represented by everything in nature! Creator is integrated into all you see..."
Tangaloa laughed, "I see, little Flower, you are one of those who believe God is part of everything and everything including us are part of God. Hm! I forgot what they're called... seems like, wicker basket or something... gees, I can't think of it..."
Flower: "You mean, Wicca?"
Tangaloa: "That's it! Yes!"
Flower: "Well, I don't know about that either. In some cases that becomes a religion too. But if it is carried out naturally without a lot of superfluous hoopla and doings, then yeah, that becomes close to what most of us Shasheerian-kin are like here."

Tangaloa must have felt overwhelmed by love for Flower, because she just wrapped her up suddenly in her arms and squeezed. Of course, in her usual sweet manner, Flower melted in Tangaloa's arms. Also, that cooled the fires in the amazon warrior Nguyen Hue Bich, so that once again she sort of like became "Flower."

They were standing where there was a clearing in the woods that allowed them to see the ocean way out there. They were about 1600 feet up, having climbed it all themselves. The wind was very refreshing. They were on the way back down at that time.

As Tangaloa lovingly and gently stroked Flower's smooth, soft hair, she asked, "So, what about this getting me hypnotized?"

When Flower is being hugged, she sometimes finds it difficult to speak because she enjoys it so much. But she finally answered, after some loving cooing sounds, "Yes... I will take you to these gals I know. They're Vietnamese like myself. We will do one per day. I'll pay for it all."
Tangaloa: "But, baby, don't use all your money on me..."
"Ooo! No problem! I really want to find this out!", Flower replied softly, then went, "Mmmm" as she enjoyed Tangaloa's embrace. She then gently protested, "And don't call me baby."
Tangaloa: "Aww, it's a term of endearment! You're so darling!"
Flower: "Well, okay, but don't call me that in front of anybody."

Writer's comment: It took a lot of seducing to get Flower to admit to that little scene above during one of my interviews with her for this account!

Well, how could Tangaloa refuse that sweetie! She of course agreed to go. But the highly spiritualist stuff made her nervous, mostly because of the scare mongering that she was exposed to by Christian teachings.

Like everything in Tulao'otupu, the only way to get there was by bicycle. They went to the furthest and highest one first, to get that toughest trip done first. They would go to the hypnotist who lived in the mountains in a coconut-thatch house (Polynesian traditional) after sunset. It was a 20 mile trip. They had to cross the mountain pass road which meant climbing 1500 feet, then back down, then level pedaling, then another small climb inland to where her house and office was. By the time they got there, it was dark. Tangaloa pedaled her Quest buck naked. Yes, she was becoming accustomed to Tulao'otupu's nudist culture. Miss Bich was naked too.

After they squirmed out of their Quests, both ladies were naked under the moonlight of a rising, nearly full moon. The wind was nice and cooling for them. There were no street lights and no outside light from the house. One window was dimly lit. So being nude was not quite so hard for Tangaloa to take. Tangaloa stretched long and luxuriantly after the workout she just went through and commented to President Bich, "That was quite a ride, little Flower! And beautiful! Man, the way the sunset plays on the far away clouds when we were crossing that pass up there; wow! Absolutely gorgeous! The art of God... The Creator, that is, on full display!"
"Wow! You're an awesome display!", exclaimed President Bich, "Such awesome muscles! How big are your biceps anyway?"
Tangaloa chuckled, "Aww, little Flower, you're so cute! Well, I, um, measure them sometimes. They're around 24 inches."
"Wow!", Miss Bich exclaimed. She came up to Tangaloa for a hug. They were both sweating, but no matter, it will mingle and they will probably shower soon.
While Flower's head was on Tangaloa's shoulder, and Tangaloa was holding her and stroking her smooth, soft hair, Flower responded to Tangaloa's comment of the ride, "Yes, that was a spectacular sunset. We see that a lot. That mountain pass gives access to some beautiful sights, that's for sure! And it's just beautiful anywhere you go by bicycle or velomobile. Life without cars is magnificent!"
Tangaloa chuckled, "Hey, yeah! It sure is! Man, I wonder what it would take to get rid of cars from Tonga? Huh, I don't see that happening anytime soon. Despite anything, I'm going to make a full report about this place to the King, uh, government, that is... we have a monarchy you know. Anyway, I will make the report for the good it will do. It at least will demonstrate a land that gets along beautifully without the car, including, apparently, your Polynesian population."
President Bich responded, "I think your King has been here already, some time ago. He saw for himself how nice it is. However, he was here some time ago. It's better now. A lot of settling down. Adjustments have been made. The Polynesians have their own Cab-bike company now. That was a surprise to me, but it's so wonderful! They sure were mad about the dog and car thing for a while. Many of them left, never to return."
Tangaloa: "Nah, let 'em leave. You all, including the Polynesians, are well off without them. This place is wonderful! And as to your Polynesian communities adapting the Cab-bike company, don't be surprised. Properly motivated, Polynesians can accomplish anything!"
"Uh-huh, yes indeed...", Flower replied gently as she enjoyed being in Tangaloa's embrace. She melts in your arms, as I have said many times before, and gets to where she can hardly speak.

After a bit, Tangaloa said, "You know, little Flower, that you all might have a cat problem? I have been here 4 times and every time, I see all these cats around. And on the way here, a number of times cats scurried just in front of us. I though we might run over them. One group of cats ran across us when descending down from the pass and made me veer around. I had let my Quest get too fast and man, nearly lost the road!"
Flower: "The thing to do is ignore them. They know what they're doing. Males do that to hopefully get other males who are after them run over. Never, ever threaten your safety by veering. I used to veer but I don't now."
Tangaloa: "Hmm, I wonder if the tourists who rent Quests know that? You know, you just kind of subconsciously veer when something pops out in front of you. Could cause an accident. And man, those Quests are so fast, an accident in one could be as bad as in a car. Especially when going down hill."
Flower: "Hmm... I just never thought of it. Nobody has ever had an incident... well, some sistuhs have commented a few times now and then about cats running in front of them. None of us have pets. The cats were already here when we arrived."
Tangaloa: "Like the dogs, the cats were left by the people who were here before. You all 'took care' of the dogs, that's for sure! But now the cats are maybe getting out of hand."
Flower: "Hmmm..."
Tangaloa: "I know, I know, getting rid of the dogs was easier, because they were attacking and menacing you all. But the cats are small, quiet, inoffensive, sort of cute, and never bother anybody. It's hard to get after an enemy... or something, that isn't directly attacking you. But my concern is, as you all said before about the dogs, this island's ground fauna. The cats destroy it too."
Flower: "The cats are an enemy?"
Tangaloa: "I said 'an enemy or something.' Or to put it more accurately, the cats are not your enemy, but a possible enemy to the ground fauna of the island. Maybe the mana of Tulao'otupu is sort of wishing you all do something about that."
Flower: "But I couldn't bring myself to draw a bead on a cat with a gun. I just couldn't do it. Or set out poisons. That's the thing about my Shasheerian sistuhs and I; we only rise to fight when we're being constantly harassed and attacked. We get fed up and strike out. But I just can't do it to the cats. Is there anyway to control them without... that?"

Tangaloa gently chuckled as she held Flower in her arms. She patted Flower's head a few times and stroked her long, soft hair. "You are so precious, little Flower..." and Tangaloa squeezed Flower. Flower, of course, completely melted. She could not talk.

"Alofa, you all!", came a soft but cheerful greeting. It was Hien Hoa, the Vietnamese hypnotist they had come to see. She looked so graceful under the moonlight with her long, smooth hair flowing in the breeze and her flowing aodai.

Tangaloa let go of Flower, but Flower was slow to leave Tangaloa's big, inviting bosom. Flower, completely "molten" at that point, had to "re-solidify" before she could get off! Tangaloa was probably concerned that her relationship with Flower would be leaked out to Tonga. Flower whispered gently, "Hien Hoa can be trusted completely. Do not worry!"
"Okay, baby...", Tangaloa replied lovingly as she patted Flower's back.
Flower finally pushed herself off Tangaloa's bosom.

In the usual Tulao'otupu custom, Hien Hoa invited, "Do you all want to shower first?"
"Yes, yes! Mahalo!", Flower replied.

So both ladies showered. Seems like most businesses (of the sort where you will be there a while (not including grocery stores)) and all homes offer guests showers after arrival. Those with pools offer a dip in the pool. This was part of the cultural infrastructure built around car-free, cycling-based living. After showering, Tangaloa wore her mini pareo and tank top. Miss Bich wore a sleeveless, modified aodai.

It was windy up there. That kept it nice a cool. In Hien Hoa's Polynesian-designed house, the breeze made it to all corners. Particularly being after sundown, they had no trouble with being hot. It was quite comfortable.

The hypnotist also wore an aodai. Hers was long-sleeved but similar to Miss Bich's in its modified form (no pants underneath, and no underwear either). She had deep violet hair. Apparently she took the coloring a step further than Miss Bich. She must have peroxided it some to lighten its natural color so that the violet coloring would be more obvious. Miss Bich doesn't peroxide so her hair is still black but with a violet "sheen."

Despite being known as Hien Hoa, she introduced herself as Iolani. Tangaloa commented, "Not Hien Hoa? But very pretty, that Polynesian name. I have noticed, a lot of you all have taken Polynesian names, some specifically Tongan. Only you haven't, Flower, and I have suggested 'Ilima for you, which means flower. But I wonder why you all do that..."

Iolani (we'll call her Iolani now) took that question, replying, "The mana of Tulao'otupu seems to agree with Polynesian names, so we do it."

Her reply was in a voice that was musical, enchanting, and almost haunting.
Tangaloa responded, "That is sweet! Very sweet! Yes, it seems that, whomever you people are, you have tamed and soothed this island's mana. Interesting how you all have accomplished that."
"We listen to her.", was Iolani's somewhat cryptic answer. She softly invited Tangaloa, "Shall we go? President Bich has explained what we are to do tonight. I will probably have to give you a 'sounding' hypnosis to find your base line and feel my way around your mana. Then tomorrow, we will do the actual fact-finding hypnosis."

You mean, they have to make that long trip again? Looks like it. All three hypnotists are very professional in their approach, never rushing anything and never skipping important steps. But President Bich and Tangaloa can easily take it!

Iolani gently led Tangaloa by her big, strong hand into her house. "Do you want some light refreshment? This tea here has an ingredient in it that helps with hypnosis."

Under candlelight, they partook of some of Iolani's tea.
The candle, by the way, was in a special glass shield/container to keep the wind off it but to allow it to get air and vent. Otherwise, the wind blowing through the house would blow it out.

Iolani asked Tangaloa several questions about her past, how she was raised, some questions about Tonga, and so on.
Tangaloa was well relaxed and Iolani deemed her ready to get started. She explained some basics of hypnosis. It is not magic, it is not a spell, one cannot be controlled to do awful things, and so on. She explained that the hypnosis she is using is different from most hypnosis, and that it will take longer than most. Maybe 3 hours. She told Flower that she can stroll around outside, lay down in a guest bed, snack, and anything else she wanted. "Just be quiet and no startling noises. Let the songs of the night creatures help waft Tangaloa into hypnosis." And there were frogs and crickets a-plenty to serenade anyone into profound relaxation.

Iolani took Tangaloa to the hypnosis room and invited her to lay on the hypnosis couch and just relax a few minutes. Iolani then took Flower outside while Tangaloa was relaxing. The two slender, graceful ladies with their flowing hair and ao dais were an enchanting sight under the moonlight with the ocean in view south of them and way below. Iolani asked Flower, "Have you told her what she is being hypnotized for?"
Flower: "To see if she is Shasheerian in the soul."
Iolani: "Did you mention past lives?"
Flower: "Kinda... generally."
Iolani: "Did you mention planet Shasheer?"
Flower: "Uh, I don't think so."
Iolani: "Ideally, I wish you hadn't even mentioned past lives to her. She is from Tonga, right? And they're mostly Christians?"
Flower: "Yes..."
Iolani: "Did you preach to her about past lives? Like, try to 'convert' her or something?"
Flower: "Well, not really..."
'Iolani: "Good. We'll just let her continue believing we live..." and she chuckled, "Only one time. Out of billions and billions of years we live only one time. Sure. But let her believe that nonsense for now. It'll help me recognize interference in the hypnotic data. Now, from now on, do NOT let on any more about what we are looking for. And I am not going to tell you anything about the results tonight or tomorrow. I think I'll need 3 sessions with her. I will tell you the results ONLY after I have had enough sessions."
Flower: "Wow, okay, but in 2 days I have to go back to my road work job."
Iolani: "Can't she come here without you?"
"Yeah, but..."
Iolani: "Okay, she'll come on her own. She certainly is a big girl and can take care of herself. Does she have time?"
Flower: "She said she was staying 2 weeks this time."
Iolani: "Great! That should be plenty."

Iolani started back to her house and told Flower, "You relax. Stroll around out here, lay in the guest bed I showed you, eat some refreshments, whatever."
Flower: "Yes, sweety, and, I'll be real quiet."
Iolani: "Okay, honey. Mahalo!"

Flower did just that. She strolled around outside, enjoying the absolutely enjoyable ambience of frogs and crickets singing, the stiff breeze of the trade-wind (although she could have used sturdy Tangaloa to help keep her balance), and the look of the jungle and the far away ocean under the moonlight. Way out there, over the horizon, piles of storm clouds flickered bright every so often, making them look like fluorescent jelly-monsters. Sometimes the lightning inside them could be seen, looking like the cloud's "nervous system" lighting up. An eerie yet somehow beautiful scene.
After observing that a while, Flower strolled over to her velomobile and turned on its radio. She put it on a.m. and tuned it to where there was no station. That's easy on Tulao'otupu as it has only a few professional stations and a number of sometimes-on "amateur" (home broadcasters) stations. Each time any of the clouds lit up, crackling noise would be heard on the radio. Some was softer and some was louder. It was like they were talking to one another. In the background behind the static, a station could just be heard. It faded in and out. Later, it identified itself in English. It was apparently coming from Kiribati (kirabas), about 700 miles away.

After an hour and a half, Tangaloa came out. Flower had been absorbed in the ambience of the moonlit scene, almost hypnotized herself by the distant, flickering storm clouds. She was startled when a pair of heavy, powerful arms went around her. She let out a dainty scream and turned; "OH! My big gal! Mmmm...", and Flower melted into Tangaloa's arms.

After enjoying being held a while, Flower asked, "Are you done already?"
Tangaloa: "No, I was to wake up and walk around a bit. She kinda put me under, let me fall completely asleep, and brought me out of it. She put headphones on my head and sent a kind of... like a surf sound in the headphones with a barely audible tone on it. The tone is slightly different from left to right, so that a kind of vibrato or tremolo resulted. I could barely hear it over the surf sound. Strange, the things I saw. I saw a hexagon once. I saw a straight up, that is, not tilted, swastika..."
Flower: "A swastika?"
Tangaloa: "Yeah, and not to be confused with Hitler or anything. She says it is a universal spiritual symbol of some sort. Buddhists know about it. Hitler sort of like, stole it for his purposes. Anyway, so I saw that, I saw an intricate matrix pattern of spirals. Then I was being led through this strange forest, and I saw in the distance, a city with strange cylindrical buildings..."
"No discussing of what you experienced, I told you!", came the commanding voice of Iolani.
"Oh, sorry, sorry", apologized Tangaloa, "I... and she, will tell you about it all when we have done all the sessions."
Flower: "Okay, big girl! Mmmm, I love you! That's fascinating, what you saw. I wonder what it all means?"
Iolani: "No discussion now. You ready for the next part?"
Tangaloa: "Okay, sure. Let's go."
"Already!?", Flower protested. She was snuggling in Tangaloa's arms and immensely enjoying it."
Tangaloa: "I'll be back, little Flower. If you're chilly, why don't you come in and sit or lay down?"
Flower: "Oh, I'm okay", she gave Tangaloa a kiss on her lips and gently said, "You go now."
"My, my", Iolani said, "I think she loves you a little bit!"
"Yes", agreed Tangaloa as she patted and stroked Flower's hair, "I sorta think she does."

Tangaloa and Iolani went back into her house for the next part of the hypnosis. Flower felt a little bit chilly without big Tangaloa's bosom and arms, but she readjusted quickly. After all, it was 78 degrees.

For a while, Flower went back to strolling around and watching the far away storm clouds flicker. But she did feel tired and finally went in to lay down on the guest bed in there. The sound of the wind rustling the leaves and especially the palm fronds, and the sounds of crickets and frogs quickly put Flower to sleep.

Next thing Flower knew is she woke up and found herself loosely held by big arms and her back was against a large, warm bosom.
"Mmm, what the...", Flower went as she squirmed around toward who was holding her. Big Tangaloa was in the bed with her and holding her gently. And she was nude! Tangaloa had been asleep but awoke from the stirring around of Flower.

Tangaloa: "She told us to just spend the night here, baby. So just sleep, okay? Wanna get naked?"
"Mmmm", Flower cooed, "I will, mmmm..."
But cozy in Tangaloa's arms, she just fell asleep again.

Morning light woke them up as did the gentle voice of Iolani asking what they wanted for breakfast. Flower never did "get naked" but stayed all night in the bare bosom of Tangaloa.

So that trip to the hypnotist included an overnight stay and breakfast. Flower wanted to tip Iolani for that, but Iolani refused and simply instructed them to be here tonight, just after sundown.

As Tangaloa and Flower returned to their Quests, Flower asked, "Maybe we should have pedaled home last night..."
Tangaloa: "Iolani advised against it. She wanted me to sleep here so that after-effects of the hypnosis could settle in. She said I would have strange dreams. And indeed I did. But... I'm not supposed to tell you about them until all sessions are over."
Flower: "Huh, okay. She sure is careful about that preloading business!"

Indeed Iolani was. That day's evening, they went to Iolani, hypnotist, again, well that is, Tangaloa did, by herself. You see, the day after that, Flower, that is, President Nguyen Hue Bich, had to return to her paying job, that of road worker. And yes, even after that many years, they were still working on roads. Without heavy road machinery, progress was not as fast as we are familiar with. All the main roads were done, but there were still all sorts of neighborhood roads that needed repair. Actually, the paving project for the country roads was done. But there were endless repairs to be made on the various neighborhood and town roads. Anyway, Tangaloa urged Flower to get a good night's sleep in order to be well for her highly physical job. It took some talking to, but Flower finally agreed. Tangaloa said she would return to President Bich's house and sleep with her, if Iolani 'permitted' it. Also, Tangaloa wanted to see just what Flower does as a road worker.

After supper with Flower, Tangaloa rode by herself to Iolani, hypnotist for another session. After that session, it turned out that Iolani only advised to relax a while, then go home, if "you insist."
Tangaloa let herself into President Bich's house under the moonlight. It was unlocked. She showered, dried, remained naked, and joined Flower who was naked in her bed. How pleasantly surprised Flower was when she was awakened by the welcomed sight and feel of big Tangaloa joining her in bed, and then loosely embracing her from behind. With some loving, cooing sounds, Flower fell back to sleep in the bliss of being in Tangaloa's bosom.

A day of work for President Nguyen Hue Bich:
Getting up, not too early, she had breakfast with Tangaloa. Today, President Nguyen Hue Bich would just be Miss Bich, or "Lily" (the translation of "Hue"), or by her older name, "Flower."
After breakfast, she packed refreshments and lunch items for the job. Flower then gathered the "clothes" she might need on the job. An older Vietnamese farmer's hat, work boots and work gloves. That's it. She packed no other clothes. She entered her Quest buck naked, dressed only in her long, flowing, black-with-violet-sheen hair. Tangaloa asked, "Is that it? You work naked?"
Flower: "Of course! It's hot and we're in the sun. It's also hard work. We sweat a lot."

Tangaloa possibly could not imagine "delicate" Flower doing such work. But don't forget, she is more than capable. It's just that she is surrounded by us big amazons, all of us from all corners of the world all gathered within Tulao'otupu now. She looks slender and delicate next to us. But put Flower in the streets of any regular, non-Tulao'otupu city, and you will have a woman that towers 6-feet-2 in bare feet, taller if she wears any kind of heels. In modest 3-inch stilettos, she would be 6-feet-5 for example. If wearing a sleeveless dress, you would see her well formed arms ripple with considerable muscle, especially if she is exerting a force on something. A considerable triceps pokes out if she pushes something. If she curls a bag of groceries or items purchased during shopping, a nice, round, hard biceps will ball up. Yes, so Flower is strong, make no mistake about it. However, she does like being held by us amazons, and she has this often-mentioned characteristic of "melting" in an amazon's embrace.

Flower put the boots, gloves, and old Vietnamese-farmer's hat into the compartments of the Quest that are behind and beside the seat. She then squirmed into the seat. With Tangaloa following, she went on her way.

First was the commute. Ten miles. Nine miles of it was level, but the last mile was steep uphill into a neighborhood that was somewhat inland and therefore up on the flanks of the mountain. In only 1 mile, they climbed 800 feet.

The site of repairs was a highly torn up and eroded street. Almost all the pavement had been eroded away. The road crew had given up repairing the full-width automobile-sized street for just laying down new pavement for bicycles and velomobiles. The new road was 5 feet wide and had a 3-inch concrete base with a 1-1/2-inch asphalt top. That's it. Very light duty, for bicycles and velomobiles only. At each house, they had to lay the road to connect to the driveway if there was one. If there was no driveway, they laid the road to the yard for possible future driveway paving by the owner.

Tangaloa, following Flower, drove their Quests up to some other bicycles and 2 other Quests that were there. Flower and Tangaloa both squirmed out of their Quests. Tangaloa, by the way, was wearing a Brazilian-cut bikini with top. (She still just was not quite ready to go around naked generally!)

Other big, hulky amazons were there, all of them buck naked. They were highly muscular. They ranged from 6-feet-4 to 6-feet-9. (Tangaloa, remember, is 6-feet-7.) Absolutely buck naked. Well, they wore boots. That's it. Boots were important. Freshly laid asphalt is hot, and there are a lot of pieces of concrete and debris around that, although not too sharp most of it, it was quite distressing to always be stepping on it. Boots also protected feet from accidental strikes from shovels, pickaxes, and dropped objects.

There was little mechanization. One amazon turned a crank which turned the cement mixer. Another was hefting bags of Portland cement, hundred pounds each, two at a time, into the cement mixer as needed. Another carried water, although most of it was supplied by hose connected to the wells of the various home owners. The only "powered" machine was the one mixing asphalt. But when the actual laying of asphalt was done, it was manually moved. It was on wheels wide enough to straddle the entire 5-foot width of the pavement. Other amazons were shoveling, picking away at old pavement, hauling pieces of it away in wheel barrows, and so on. The old pavement was being used as fill where needed. They had no big truck to haul it away, so it was distributed as much as they could for reinforcement, fill, and some given to whomever from the neighborhood that who wanted it for fill or reinforcement. They also had grinders to make it into crushed pebbles for use in new mixes. No particular gal was given any particular job consistently. However, they did seem to give the job of pulling or pushing the roller to Flower. The roller is a big drum with attachments for pushing or pulling it, and even a hand brake, which is filled with up to 300 pounds of water for rolling over the hot pavement. That's where the insulated boots come in. Flower had to push the roller over freshly poured asphalt which is very hot. Maybe that's why that job is given to her. She is slender, Vietnamese, and therefore more heat tolerant than the big amazons, most of whom come from USA or Canada. Flower was plenty strong enough for roller pushing and in that boiling heat, she was the most tolerant to it.

When Tangaloa first saw this, she went "tch, tch, tch", and felt sorry for Flower, who really sweated while doing that work. But she saw the other amazons lovingly tend to her, bringing her water, wiping her brow, and providing a "cooling bucket" of water for Flowers boots. She would step in it from time to time to cool off her boots. The asphalt is 200 degrees when first laid, so you can see the importance of boots. No bare footing here! That plus the directly-overhead tropical sun and the blackness of fresh asphalt and you have a very hot environment.

Tangaloa sure did see the "tough and strong" dimension of "little" Flower. Sure did surprise her. Tangaloa offered to Flower, "Want me to spare you a while?"
"Oh no", Flower huffed breathlessly but sweetly, "this must be done with a certain touch. Don't worry about me, I do this kind of stuff every day."

The road Flower was rolling was on a hill. In one direction, she was pushing up, fairly steep, and that drum plus water was a good 350 pounds. She would push it up then down. On the down direction, the roller's handles had a hand brake, similar to a bicycle, with which she could brake it so that she did not have to tug against it's running down hill. This gave her a chance to rest before the next uphill direction. After rolling a length of pavement a few times, Flower would roll it a couple times over while pulling rather than pushing the roller. This is so that her boot prints would be pressed out from the asphalt surface.

Did Tangaloa just watch? No way! After hanging around a while, Flower's boss, a 6-foot-6, 250-pound muscular amazon, buck naked, with short, blond, Dutch-boy hair, recognized a powerful, heat-tolerant worker when she saw one. She came up to Tangaloa and asked, "Wanna woik a bit? We can use someone to carry bags of stuff for da mixuhs. I'll pay yuhs. Dat'll free da udduh woikuhs to do stuff that, ya know, needs experience."
[Translation of that bit of "New York" accent is, "Want to work a bit? We can use someone to carry bags of stuff for the mixers. I'll pay you. That will free the other workers to do stuff that, you know, needs experience."]
As that big amazon raised her forearm to her forehead to wipe off the sweat, her huge biceps kinda hung in her raised arm, huge even though it was not flexed.
Tangaloa was dressed for work, in her Brazilian-cut bikini, so, okay, she was game. May as well contribute to the cause of infrastructure improvement for this Tulao'otupu that she so admired.
"Yeah, sure! I'll do that!"
Boss: "Okay den, I'll put yuhs on da chart." (To keep time worked) She instructed, "Jist bring dem bags over by dah mixahs and don't open 'em. When dat trailuh's empty, take it down da hill to da truck, load up da trailuh, and pull it or pedal it on up here."
The boss instructed gently, but she had an... well, the whole scene is intimidating to the uninitiated. Tangaloa just said, "Yes ma'am!"
The boss replied, "Tanks, uh, dat is, mahalo nui loa!"
Tangaloa smiled sweetly at these big, honest amazons trying so hard to be friendly with anyone Polynesian as she responded, "He me iti ia!" (a sort of "you are welcome").

Not to worry, Tangaloa is well equipped for the job. At 6-feet-7 and 240 pounds (making her a tad slimmer looking than the boss), and possessing a physiology which is heat tolerant, she got to the work just fine. So far on this 4rth visit, Tangaloa has been treated to a number of sumptuous meals. She feared she just might start putting on weight. All the velomobiling, and now this work, will take care of that problem completely!

The "trailer" could be self-steered and pedaled. It was a 4-wheeled pedaled contraption with gearing that was very low for pulling heavy loads. It appeared able to be coupled to another vehicle, perhaps a motorized one.

Tangaloa unloaded the bags of cement and other materials until it was empty. She then seated herself on the trailer and, using its brakes, eased it down the hill about half a mile (400 feet down). A sort of truck that appeared to be electric powered and had solar panels angled sunward to recharge its batteries while parked, had plenty more bags of materials. It would easily keep Tangaloa busy all day. It had big, very-low-pressure tires presumably to not damage the light-duty pavement for bicycles that it had to roll over.

Tangaloa loaded up her trailer/cart and started up. First she experimented just pulling it. The hitch had a strap and harness designed to go around an amazon's hips. She tried that a bit. The ground below her feet was full of little rocks and chips of old pavement that hurt her feet when she dug in for pulling up hill, so she tried the pedals. Surprisingly, the gearing could be shifted so low, that it was easier to pedal than to pull. The seat was more comfortable, there was a little awning thing over it for shade, and it saved her feet. With her legs pedaling at 90 rpm, it went very slowly, like 1 mph, but she was moving a ton of cement bags up hill, some 400 feet up!

All this got even Tangaloa sweating profusely. She possibly understood why the boss wanted somebody else to do that work. It is very tiring and demanded great strength and heat tolerance.

In fact the amazon-boss commented, "Dat's da fastest I ever seen someone get dat thing up here. Most of dem bitches take 3 or 4 breaks on da way up."
"I'm glad I'm doing okay!", replied Tangaloa with a smile but somewhat breathlessly.

"Here", said the boss as she handed a big cup of ice water to Tangaloa, "Drink dis often. Take it easy. Why don't yuhs take dem things off? More comfortable. Don't need ta go fancy around here!"

Although Tangaloa's Brazilian-cut bikini was ultra skimpy, it did, however, kind of make her crotch area stuffy, and the straps were biting and chafing due to the heat and sweat. Both top and bottom of her bikini were soaked. With some hesitation, she finally peeled it off... Wait, what about those houses? Won't the people inside see me, she may have thought. Tangaloa looked around. At one house, an amazon and her slender man were hammering, sawing, and carry on making some sort of repairs to their house. The amazon was buck naked and her man was in a g-string. At another house, an amazon was tilling her garden. She was naked. A few houses away, an amazon was mowing her lawn. She was naked. Not a stitch. Okay, okay, point taken. Tangaloa removed the last bits of her clothes. She laid the drenched bikini bottom and top on the floor of her Quest. Now fully nude, Tangaloa got back to work. She glugged down the last half of that cup of ice water and got to work unloading the trailer and taking the bags to the mixers.

At noon time, a sweating Flower sat with Tangaloa and asked, "Big gal, are you going to work here all day?"
Tangaloa: "May as well! I'm contributing to Tulao'otupu's road system and I'm burning off all those big meals you have given me. I'm okay. Besides, we stay close."
"Yeah", replied Flower sweetly. She scooted over to sit next to Tangaloa. Their sweat mingled.
Tangaloa had not brought a lunch, so the other amazons along with Flower contributed some of theirs to her. That was very touching to Tangaloa. She commented softly, "You have got to be the nicest, fairest, sweetest people in the Pacific!"
"Except for the Tongans!", Flower replied.
"Aww, thanks, you! Uh, mahalo nui loa!"

After 30 minutes or so of lunch, it was back to work. Tangaloa kept busy hauling up tons of materials from the trailer below. Sometimes, when she hauled back, the mixers would have been moved further and therefore higher up as the road progressed. So the haul was slowly getting longer and longer.

At the end of the day, the boss paid Tangaloa in American money and thanked her.
"Dere's plenty o' bags of stuff here now", the boss explained, "So somebody will drive da truck below to da docks and pick up more stuff. Den she'll drive it all da way up here, so yuhs won't have ta haul it so far. Okay?", the boss smiled.
"Sounds great!", Tangaloa agreed.
If you did not get past the New York accent, the boss said somebody will be driving the truck below to Makefu and come back with more materials. When the driver drives it to the work area, she will drive it on up to where they are currently working. That will shorten the distance the bags will have to be carried... until the road progresses further up there again.

"Will ya be able ta woik tomorrow?", the boss asked.
"Um, SURE!".
At that, Tangaloa followed Flower, in their Quests, back to her home.

"You're supposed to be vacationing, big girl!", Flower said after they arrived home and showered. Tangaloa had spent the whole day naked. After coming out of the shower, she stayed naked. Yes, she was getting used to it. It is very easy to get used to!
Tangaloa explained, "Well, funny... Working for you all almost was pleasant. You all are such efficient workers. And so sunny! No grumbling. Oh, some little stuff here and there, but for the most part, so cheerful. I have never seen such a good attitude!"
"We like it here in our little paradise!", replied Flower happily. "Now, just one problem. You're supposed to get hypnotized tonight. You're just going to sleep!"
"Iolani says she figures for that. Her hypnosis is in two parts. The first part just relaxes me and gives me a 90-minute sleep cycle. Then I get up, walk around, then she hypnotizes me good the second time. This will be my third and, maybe, final day of hypnosis. Then we'll have the results."

After supper, Tangaloa went by herself to Iolani, hypnotist. Flower spent some time up, sitting in a reclining chair in her yard. After that, she went to bed. After a work day like that, she was ready for sleep!

Flower barely noticed when Tangaloa returned, showered and dried, and joined Flower in her bed. She held Flower gently from behind. Flower cooed softly a bit, mumbled "I love you", and fell back asleep.

In the morning, Tangaloa showed Flower a manilla folder. Tangaloa said, "Iolani said not to open it until you call her. You may call her anytime of the morning."

Flower did so. "Why all the mystery?", asked Flower over the telephone.
Iolani replied, "I know how you always do. You go to those other two hypnotists always. It is important that you don't tell Tangaloa a thing until both the other hypnotists are done with her. Don't even you look!"
Flower: "Wow! (gulp) Okay!".

Tangaloa asked after the phone call, "So, you're taking me to two more hypnotists?"
Flower: "Is that okay? Isn't it relaxing? Also, it gives us excuses to ride all over the island in our Quests for something other than just being a tourist."
Tangaloa: "Yeah, come to think of it, it is fun. Will you be able to show me how to get there the first time? You just show me there, then you go home. I'll follow when I'm done."
Flower: "Sure! Now these will be day time appointments. And don't worry about the road work. You're supposed to be on vacation, big girl! That boss of mine would put the trees to work if it was possible!"
Tangaloa: "Ah but she's so nice!"

So Flower called and made an appointment with the next hypnotist she would see. It would be during the day following that one. The boss was informed that Tangaloa could not come to the work site a few days. "Nah, don worry 'bout it. Just come when yuhs can", she agreeably said.

That evening, after work, Flower led Tangaloa a few miles which included a mile or so inland and therefore steeply uphill, to the office of Vahineatua, hypnotist. It was closed that evening, but the trip was just to show Tangaloa how to get there, as she would be going by herself tomorrow.

Vahineatua, another Vietnamese lady hypnotist who has taken a Polynesian name, does hypnosis and other spiritual/energetic therapies in her home which is located 200 feet above sea level and surrounded by jungle. It is in a neighborhood, but it is the very last house on the street, on a cul-de-sac. The street ends there and after that, it's the rest of the mountain up to its peak and jungle. A good, stiff breeze blows constantly. Vahineatua has a wind generator over her house which never stops turning. The house is concrete block and the hypnosis room is air-conditioned. Recordings of surf sounds and jungle birds are heard in this room, recorded on Tulao'otupu itself, by Vahineatua herself.

Vahineatua, hypnotist, was 6-feet-3, a bit taller than Flower, and weighed 150 pounds. She wore a mini aodai. Her aodai was like Flower's, modified (no pants underneath), and on top of that, came only halfway down her thighs. It was sleeveless but had a high collar. Her hair was long, smooth, straight, and soft. It was colored to a deep, deep red. She wore maroon 4-inch high heels that increased her height to 6-feet-7. She was able to look Tangaloa in the face at a level gaze.

Similar to Iolani, Vahineatua needed 3 separate appointments. Again, the appointments were lengthy and in two parts. The first part, lasting 60 to 90 minutes, was quite frankly to get the sleepiness quenched. The second hypnosis, lasting another 60 to 90 minutes, did the actual "mission."
The first day with Vahineatua, as with Iolani, was to get Tangaloa used to her style of hypnosis and to ascertain a "base line."
The second and third day was for targeting the goal of the hypnosis. The second and third day of sessions with Vahineatua, by the way, were when Flower was not doing road work but back to being president. She could not go with Tangaloa to the sessions because she was kept busy inspecting this and that, being shown this and that, meetings with Tulao'otupu's congress, and even meeting a delegation from Samoa.

Late that evening, Flower returned to her home with Tangaloa waiting... with another folder of goodies. The instructions from that hypnotist was similar: Do not open until you are done with all hypnotists!

At that time, Tangaloa made some strange comments...
"When I was coming home in the dark by myself from Iolani's office, and then going by myself to Vahineatua's office, I felt a little creepy..."
Flower: "Creepy? As in... scared?"
Tangaloa: "Mmmm, not necessarily scared... towards that, yes... just... creepy. I felt like something was following me. I pedaled hard, I tell you!"
"Huh", muttered Flower, "Maybe just an after-effect of the hypnosis."
Tangaloa: "Yeah... maybe so..."

Next day was Monday, Flower's last day of that week for doing presidential duties before going back to work on the roads Tuesday. Flower made the appointment for hypnosis Monday morning. Vailea, hypnotist said she had an opening 3 p.m. In this case, Flower would lead Tangaloa, riding in their Quests, straight there, and Flower will stay during the 3 hours. You will easily see why after I describe Vailea's place.

Tangaloa said, "I'm so glad you're coming with me this time."
Flower replied, "Yes, I love going places with you!"
Tangaloa: "But it's more than that. When you're with me, that... creepy feeling doesn't come."
"Hmm", Flower went, "That again. Must be an effect of the hypnosis."
Tangaloa: "Maybe, but maybe not. I sort of had that feeling before, just a little. You see, until all these hypnosis appointments, you have always been by my side. When you're with me, I feel okay."
Flower: "Wow, Tangaloa, you're way bigger and stronger than me! It is I that feels secure with you!"
Tangaloa: "It's not physical. There is something... unseen... creeping me out. Some friends of mine on Tonga told me Tulao'otupu is haunted. Many tiki..."
"You mean those old carvings at the hotels and the government buildings?", Flower asked, disbelieving, "They're harmless!"
Tangaloa: "No, no, no, not those. Of course not. I mean, real tiki... ghosts. Well, it's just what I was told."
Flower: "I think all places have ghosts. There's nothing to worry about!"
Tangaloa: "Well, all the same, I'm glad you'll be with me tomorrow."
Flower giggled, "I'll protect you, big girl!"

Vailea's place was perhaps the most cozy and beautiful of the places they have been for hypnotists. To get there, instead of heading east like they do for most destinations from Flower's house, they go west. Going west, they follow the coastal road as it gradually turns southwest, then due south, they encounter the small village of Mua, then the road turns south-southeast. You see, they have done gone to the extreme west tip of Tulao'otupu. Now approaching its southern side, the road begins to gain a bit of altitude. Something like 25 feet over the water, this is part of the island where the shore is sort of like cliffs, with coves here and there. Just before the road climbs more, a wind generator is seen near the road side, on the right side. It's spinning furiously like most wind generators do on the island. Flower radios Tangaloa, "Here, it's here. Look for an almost-hidden driveway to the right."

They slowed way down. They had been sailing along at 30 mph. There the driveway was, just barely visible in the jungle bushes on the right side. They carefully turn into it and go trundling slowly, bouncing along, a narrow, kind of rough, 3-foot wide strip of concrete which was centered in an old dirt car-driveway that had been there before. The descent was steep, but only 25 feet. When it leveled, they saw two small structures. One was cement block, maybe 400 square feet of living space. The other was a Polynesian style house with wide open windows, made of thatched coconut fronds. It too was small, about 500 square feet. The area was shaded by tall coconut trees which arched overhead. Tall jungle trees also provided shade. About 200 feet away, through trunks of coconut trees, the gleaming white sand of the beach could be seen, and beyond that, the sparkling waters of the lagoon.

As soon as Tangaloa and Flower, both nude for pedaling, squirmed out of their Quest velomobiles, Tangaloa commented, "This has got to be the loveliest land I have ever seen! There's no place on Tulao'otupu that's ugly! And this here is absolutely magnificent! How much did this cost?"
"Nothin'!", Flower answered with a giggle, "It was abandoned! Vailea was one of the first to get here after we acquired Tulao'otupu. It was first-come, first get. As simple as that. The jungle grows so fast, many little places such as this were hidden. Nobody came out this way because they, even our people, much more the Polynesians here, think this end of the island is spooky. But Vailea is psychic. She had a clear dream about a place being here. So she went cycling this way with some friends. Back in those days, wild packs of dogs loomed. So they all brought machine guns. They had to blast their way through some packs, but they found this place. There were dogs all around this place, all wanting to attack. They had to kill them all before they could even look the place over. Vailea then registered this place with our, you know, um, offices... we were just then getting everything set up, and, that's it! The place was hers. Vailea also used her psychic abilities to find her friends homes too, in this area. They were all hidden by jungle."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm", Tangaloa went, "There you all go killing dogs again. My word! You all sure don't have any love lost between you all and dogs, do ya?"
"Well shit, man! Those things attacking us every gad-damned time we turned around! They deserve to die! Those who live by violence die by violence. Besides, they freakin' don't belong on the island! They're alien!"

Tangaloa laughed at her normally sweet, sugary friend erupting her volcano. Don't forget that North Vietnamese fighter pilot! Flower is 100 percent amazon!

"Ungawa!", ordered Tangaloa, chuckling, "Ungawa!"
Flowered giggled, "What does that mean? Is that Tongan?"
Tangaloa: "No, not Tongan. It's what Tarzan orders to the lions to calm them. Have you ever watched any Tarzan movies? Anyway, he always orders 'ungawa!' So I order that to this little lion here! ungawa!"

"Oh, you!", chuckled Flower.
Tangaloa added, "And remember, all those cute little kitties are alien too! Hee-hee! Three more of them went streaking in front of us just a few miles back. I think they're all over the island."
Flower, seemingly "sweetly irritated", replied, "Ohh! I don't know what to do about them. We all like them! Some of us even feed them. I got on state television and told everybody not to feed the cats or in anyway help or encourage them. But I just can't bring myself to... ugh, kill something that is so inoffensive. I can't do it! Nor can I let somebody else do it!"

Tangaloa came up to Flower and drew her up into Tangaloa's strong arms. Naturally, Flower melted. Tangaloa stroked Flower's head and soft hair saying, "I... we will research into some humane ways to control the cat population. I think there is a way of sterilizing them with certain drugs. I don't know exactly. I'll look into it."
"Okay", Flower replied feebly, succumbed to the pleasure of being in Tangaloa's bosom.

"Alofa, you all!", came a cheery greeting from a slender, tall and fit lady coming out of the cement block house. It was the Vietnamese hypnotist, Vailea. "Shower first? And then I want to interview you and then we get started!"

Vailea was 6-feet-2, same height as Flower, and very fit like Flower, though not quite as heavy, maybe 140 pounds. She wore a very much modified aodai. An ornate, flowered belt around her hips held up 2 strips of material, one in back and one in front. It was skimpier than Flower's ao dais. Vailea's muscle-laced hips and firm thighs were easily wider than the narrow strips of cloth. She had what appeared to be a polished coconut half-shell bra top. Other than that, shoulders, back, and tummy were bare. She was barefooted. (What a hypnotist, guys! (All 3 of them, actually.)) She had long, flowing, soft hair which was deep, navy blue. As with the other hypnotists, she took a Polynesian name.

Tangaloa and Flower showered together. Flower then put on a sleeveless aodai, and Tangaloa put on a white pareo and white tank top. She remained barefooted.

Vailea gave Tangaloa and Flower refreshments of coconut juice and meat. "I have more of these than I know what to do with!", laughed Vailea about the numerous coconuts "littering" her grounds.
"These are delicious", commented Tangaloa, "How do you open them?"
"I used to use a sharpened metal blade out there for husking, but now I use a special, electric-powered, coconut-husking gizmo which also can saw them in half after husking."
"Oh, the modern way, eh?", Tangaloa chuckled.
"Indeed!"

Vailea gave Tangaloa a choice of being hypnotized in the Polynesian style house with thatched coconut fronds with no air-conditioning but a nice breeze and not that dark, or the cement block house which had an air-conditioned hypnosis room which was as dark as one wanted. It had recordings of surf and jungle birds playing in the background. In the Polynesian house, those sounds were the actual ambient sounds heard through the large windows.

Vailea advised, "I think for the type of hypnosis target that President Bich indicated, the air-conditioned room might be best. I get it real cool in there, cooler then necessary, then you cover yourself completely with a blanket. For some reason, that helps people go into a particularly deep hypnosis. I think it simulates being in the womb, I'm not sure."
Tangaloa went for the air-conditioned room.

During the time Tangaloa was being hypnotized, Flower went for a swim at the lagoon. To do so, she slipped off her aodai and went naked. Other than that, she strolled around, enjoying the lovely place.

About 4:30 Tangaloa and Vailea came out to stroll around. After a few minutes, they returned for the second part of the hypnosis. It was after 6 p.m. when they got done. After the hypnosis, Tangaloa and Flower came to my house (this writer's house) again where I served up roast pig and taro from the umu. Tangaloa sure does like that.

The next day, Flower had to return to road work. Tangaloa went by herself to Vailea's house for hypnosis. Tangaloa told Flower, later that evening when both were home in Flower's house, that alone on that road out there on the end of the island, she felt "spooked."
"Really?", asked Flower, "As big and strong as you are, but without me, you felt scared? And yeah, you told me before about feeling scared..."
Tangaloa: "Well, not scared exactly... yeah, scared. As if being watched. Or maybe something unseen following me. I don't know. I just felt I was in a tapu area. This is a strange island. All in the Pacific who know of it think so. Originally settled by the Yalangens... and even at that, nobody knows who Yalangens are. They're not Polynesians. They're not Micronesians. They're not Melanesians. They're certainly not European of any type, nor are they Oriental..."
"Are they Chamorro?", asked Flower."
"The people of Mariana islands and Guam? No, they're not Chamorro..."
"Hmm", Flower contemplated, "What do they look like?"
"Reddish, very reddish, almost strangely so. Hair is straight and black. Interestingly the women are taller and seem to be stronger, but they are very submissive. Their society is very patriarchal; men run everything. Men run 5-feet-10 at 190 pounds, there about, if fit. Women run 6-feet-1 or 2 at 220, 240 pounds. They do all the heavy-lifting work. Men fool around, lead this, lead that, and, long ago, were always fighting. They live on the Yalangen archipelago about 200 to 300 miles from here. They are your closest island neighbor. Have you had a visit from them yet?"
"Hmm...", Flower thought a minute, "No... no, I have not. Not a peep. Interesting the women, however. Kind of like us! Our women are bigger than men consistently. But funny, we represent many races. There are Orientals here, like me and other Vietnamese; there are Chinese, Japanese, and others. There are a few Indians... from India that is, and yes, some American Indians. There are Hispanics here. Various Europeans. Some Russians even. Africans. Afro-Americans and Afro-Canadians. Anyone and everyone who felt they are 'Shasheerian' in the soul, came here. Consistently, for some strange reason, the women are always big and dominant, and the men are smaller, slender, almost always fit, and submissive. I don't know what it is except for that souls-from-another-planet explanation. It can happen within any race, any culture. So anyway, what about Yalanga... what are they like now?"
Tangaloa: "Their history is similar, in general, to other Pacific islands. Europeans came, imposed their religion and dress codes on them, yes and forced, in some cases, as you have said many times. Some were taken as slaves, you know, the rest of it. Now they have cars, some dogs, all the stuff you people don't like. The difference with them and other Pacific islands is, first chance they got, they dumped the religions that were imposed upon them and returned to some of their original ways. That's perhaps good. But they are secretive. They appear harmless; they keep to themselves. Tourism is discouraged, strangely. I wouldn't go to Yalanga. They give me the creeps. So red, they are. I think all their women are witches."
Flower laughed out loud and commented, "So red? Sounds like a bunch of tourists from New York with sunburns to me! And all of them are witches? Come on! Besides, there's nothing wrong with witchcraft. A lot of us do it!"
Tangaloa: "I've been taught against witchcraft by my Christian upbringing..."
"Boulderdash!", exclaimed Flower laughing, "Just church scare tactics to scare and disempower the people, so that the people will give them their obedience and money. It's all about power and money. Bah! Witchcraft is neutral. It depends on how you use it. And if a practitioner uses it for evil, don't worry, they'll get it in the end!"
Tangaloa continued, "Well, anyway, I wouldn't ever go to Yalanga. So anyway, long ago, the Yalangens occupied this island. When the Europeans came and started causing trouble, they sort of peacefully left. Almost too peacefully. It was as if they had only recently taken this island and, for some reason, didn't want it. Anyway, the Europeans, some of them, were in the habit of taking Polynesians as slaves. Most of them ended up in South America. But a few wound up here to farm and build. The Polynesian populations that are here seem to be descendants of those. Details are unclear. Some kind of disease killed off almost all the Europeans that were here once, in the 1800s sometime. Only a few Polynesians got sick, and when they did, it was not severe. After that, it was one crooked government after another. It looked like a couple of the more recent ones were going to make a go of it. They put in the hotels you and some others now manage. Anyway, that's the summary of it, or all that I know. It's just strange how every group of humans that ever came here failed in some way or another... until you all. I don't know, maybe I'm just being silly. But some places here, especially that western tip of this island, gives me the willies... Unless you're with me!"
Flower giggled, "Unless I'm with you?"

Flower came up to Tangaloa who then took Flower in her strong arms.
"Mmmm", Flower cooed, "I'm the one who seeks security from you. But, you get security from me?"
Tangaloa replied, "You're so... indomitable... You came in here and took charge! Despite the adorable fact that you go limp in my arms as you're doing now, you have a spirit that doesn't take nonsense. When you're with me, I feel comfortable going anywhere here. Some of those hikes we take on trails through the jungles around here, I just would not go by myself. Only when you are with me."
Flower giggled softly, "Well, you big, muscular, baby Tangaloa, you want me to go with you tomorrow? I think I might can get the time off..."
"No, no, no, sweety", Tangaloa assured with a chuckle, "I can do it. It's just a little creepy when I get out there by myself..."
Flower interrupted to ask, "Does that feeling go away when you get to and are with Vailea?"
Tangaloa: "Yes, when I get there, and after she comes out to greet me, I'm okay."
Flower: "After she gets out; So, if you get there, and there is nobody there, then that creepy feeling persists?"
Tangaloa: "Yeah... I feel like something is watching me. I jump at every sudden noise."
Flower: "During that break between hypnosis sessions, you know, when you come out to walk around, did you feel creepy then?"
Tangaloa: "No, because I asked Vailea to stroll around with me."
Flower giggled but tried to hide it, not too successfully. She asked, "Did Vailea ask why you wanted her to accompany you?"
Tangaloa: "No, I just kept asking her questions about Tulao'otupu, her place, politics, and other stuff. Kept her busy, in other words. She lets me stroll only about 5 minutes, 10 at most. So, it was no problem."

Flower chuckled at her big friend's seemingly unreasonable fear of the island. She asked, "You big scary-cat, do you get creepy feelings anytime you are alone in Tonga?"
Tangaloa: "No, never..."
Flower: "The first time you came here, did you get a creepy feeling? Did it come when you were still on the boat?"
Tangaloa: "I guess with a lot of people around and bustling hub-bub, I'm okay. Some friends told me Tulao'otupu is creepy and is a ghost island. Someone even said it didn't used to exist! I feel like... I feel like Tulao'otupu is part of some guy's imagination! And when he quits imagining it, Tulao'otupu, along with anybody that happens to be on it, will disappear! Or, the island will and everybody on it will drown and be consumed by the Pacific..."
Flower laughed heartily replying, "HAH-HAH-HAH! That's like a Twilight Zone episode or something! HAH-HAH-HAH! You big-baby Tangaloa! Superstition! That's all it is!
Tangaloa: "Maybe, but I can't deny that I get creeped out in some places here if alone."
Flower: "Do you feel that you are psychically sensitive?"
Tangaloa: "Not necessarily... no."
Flower: "Hmm..."
Flower: "Worse at night than day?"
Tangaloa: "Maybe... Yeah. But it's definitely there in the day. Even high noon. And that's weird in itself. Sometimes the dark makes one a little bit afraid, especially if alone in the woods or in a graveyard. But daylight chases that away. Even in a graveyard... Say, are there any graveyards here? I don't recall seeing any..."
Flower: "Uh... Um... Hmmm..."
Flower: "Huh! You know, I don't remember seeing any myself. No churches either. Nah, maybe just haven't noticed. Everything was so run down when we got here. Probably the jungle has overgrown them. We've yet to discover all the abandoned houses here. There are newcomer Shasheerian kins that come here and then stumble across and then register as theirs houses all the time. The jungle can completely hide something from view if let go!"
Tangaloa: "Hmm, maybe that's it. In a crumbling society, perhaps it would be the graveyards that are neglected first."
Flower giggled as she pulled at Tangaloa's big, strong hands, "Well, come on big baby. Let's get some sleep. Don't worry, just hug me all night and you'll be alright!"
Tangaloa: "Okay, madam president! You're so courageous!"

In bed, cozy with Flower in her bosom, Tangaloa asked, "Anyway, this island does have a strange mana. I just wonder why... Can any of your psychics find out?"
Flower was enjoying Tangaloa's embrace so much 'till she could hardly speak, but she answered feebly, "Yeah, I'll talk to them about all this. They should know. None of us, of the Shasheerian kin, feel it, however."
Tangaloa: "Odd... It's as if the island had been waiting for you all..."

No answer from sweet Flower; just dainty snoring. Tangaloa chuckled, leaned down and kissed her on the side of her head, on that soft hair, just above her little ear. "I do feel good with you, sweet Flower!", Tangaloa whispered.

Tangaloa made breakfast for Flower so at least she did not have to deal with that as she got ready for another day's work in the hot sun fixing roads.
Over breakfast, half jokingly but somewhat seriously, Flower asked Tangaloa about her creeped out feelings...
Flower: "You have one more day to go to Vailea for hypnosis, and you'll be going by yourself. Your appointment is just after noon time. That puts it in the middle of the daylight, not so close to sundown as it is when you come home after a 3 p.m. appointment. Is that a little better?"
Tangaloa: "For going, the same. But yes, for coming back, it was a bit darkish. I will be glad that it'll be light for coming back."
Flower: "I'm trying to remember if any of the other people I have met and shown around here have had that problem... That last delegation from Samoa... that was typical. They stayed together, they stayed in the hotel... always lots of people around, hustle and bustle... Hmm... I don't think they ever got the chance to be alone or to go, kind of like, 'deep', so to speak, into Tulao'otupu. You and I, on other hand; we've been on hikes on trails in the jungle, near to the mountain tops, to houses in the country, lonely coves, lonely beaches... most of the time you have been with me. Only recently here, because of your hypnosis appointments and my work days and presidential duties, you have been, sort of like, 'soloing' it. And then you discover that being alone on this island gives you the creeps. I take it, if you are in a crowd, even if they're strangers, you're okay?"
Tangaloa: "Yeah, if I'm in a crowd, or a town, or something, I can be by myself and I'm okay. But, get me alone in the wilderness here, and if you're not with me, then there they come, the creepy feelings."
Flower: "Huh..."

A few minutes later, Flower made a call... to Samoa, and to one of the delegates there. Tangaloa heard her ask when Flower got this person on the telephone, "This is President Nguyen Hue Bich... The reason I called is because you mentioned being somewhat psychic. When you were here, did you pick up on anything unusual about Tulao'otupu? That is, the island itself. Especially when I showed you all the lonely stretch of beach where my congress and I, heh-heh, hold meetings..."... and so on like that.

After Flower was done with the call, Tangaloa asked, "Wow, you called someone from that Samoan delegation that was here a few days ago to ask about that?"
Flower came up to Tangaloa for a hug which Tangaloa willingly gave. From within Tangaloa's bosom, Flower replied, "I said I would start looking into this. You've got my curiosity now! I'm going to be asking around, whenever I get the chance. I wonder if any of the tourists experience that... Most of them stay close to the well-visited tourist areas and beaches. But a few strike out on their own, on bicycles or velomobiles. I wonder if they have felt anything..."
Tangaloa: "It's kind of subtle... it doesn't reach out and grab you. It just kinda... grows. Maybe I'm just superstitious. We Polynesians have all kinds of tales of tiki, spirits, and this and that god. Growing up with those stories, one just gets creeped out by lonely places on strange islands. Probably nothing."
"Aww, that's my big, strong, brave girl!", Flower praised.

After holding Flower in her arms for a rather lengthy amount of time, and never did Flower resist or act like she had to hurry and go, Tangaloa finally let her go. With lots of smiles and blown kisses, Road Worker Nguyen Hue Bich finally got in her Quest, naked of course, packing boots, gloves, and old Vietnamese farmer's hat, and left.

We'll stay with Tangaloa (based on what she told me in interviews, of course!) and see a little of what she goes through on this final hypnosis session.

Tangaloa was becoming curious about her own self with this creepy-feelings phenomenon. She had a couple hours to hang around the house of President Bich before she had to leave for that creepy commute to the western tip of the island.

Tangaloa strolled around outside. Flower's house was on the very edge of Makefu, separated by just 1000 feet from the last house of the nearest neighborhood. But it was lonely there. The front yard overlooked the bicycle road below, and beyond and below that, the ocean. The backyard was enclosed in towering trees of the jungle's edge. From there on inland, it was dense jungle, all the way up to that peak way up there. And yes, Tangaloa felt a bit creepy if she stayed in that back yard too long, especially if too close to the jungle's trees. The tropical birds were very loud, and made strang calls. Those birds can change their calls. And they seem to vie for who can make the most unique and weird call. Probably males trying to attract females. Some calls were a little creepy. Some sounded like human speech, but garbled, or in a strange, alien language. And then something suddenly bolting like lightning from the jungle, across Flower's back yard, then back into the jungle on the side didn't help! It made Tangaloa jump a foot high!

"Whew!", she muttered, "Just cats!"

As fast as lightning, two house-cats came charging out of the jungle, across the yard, and back into the jungle as quick as one could see. Probably two males jousting over territory. They made a snarly hissing sound as they chased each other.

As Tangaloa noted a few times to Flower, the island has thousands of house-cats, just living wild. They are similar to what the dogs were, except they don't bother anybody, so nobody wanted to hurt them. It is difficult to make Shasheerian-soul types fight unless they feel threatened.

Tangaloa returned to the front yard. It was more open, more sunny, faced the ocean and just felt a little better.

Tangaloa hiked from Flower's front yard, down the driveway, crossed the bicycle road, and then down a little foot trail that went the rest of the way to the beach. Flower had taken her a few times before. The beach there, as in many places on the island, is gleaming white and the water is sparkling clear. Waves are gentle because they are "broken" by the reefs out there. Everything was so delightful that the creepy feeling stayed suppressed, but it was there, still, a tiny bit.

Time came to go and so Tangaloa packed pareo and tank top into her rental Quest and took off. Along the way, Tangaloa said that she felt the creepy feeling come as she went to that west end of the island. There was indeed an absence of people there. Except for the small village of Mua, there was nobody, physical anyway, there.

Tangaloa saw the wind generator and knew to slow way down and look for the almost hidden driveway to the right. She turned in and descended the steep, 25-foot downhill. It leveled out amongst towering coconut trees and huge taro leaves and other bushes and trees of the jungle that were forever encroaching into the yard. Just 200 feet away, the sparkling waters of the lagoon beckoned.

Tangaloa squirmed out of her Quest. The squirming out made her anxious. During that time, she is a bit helpless. Seated in the Quest, she can bolt out if necessary. Once out, she feels free. But during the squirming out process, she feels a bit vulnerable. Anyway, she got out and strolled around a bit. The creepy feeling was upon her, sure enough. She rolled the Quest a little nearer the cement block house and then lifted its rear and flip it around, so that it was pointed out. I (writer) asked Tangaloa if that was some kind of... preparation for... whatever.
"Uh-huh..." she answered in the affirmative.

Tangaloa was looking around, somewhat pensively, when a sudden call made her nearly jump out of her skin, which is all she had on as she pedaled naked, planing to shower then dress, per the Tulao'otupu way,
"Alofa, nani nui, or, maybe I should just say, big beautiful!"
Tangaloa: "OH!"
Vailea: "I'm sorry, big girl, did I startle you?"
Tangaloa chuckled, "Oh, I'm okay. Just... I was absorbed..."
Vailea grabbed and pulled at Tangaloa's big hands bidding, "Well, come along now, you big, strong beauty. I'll stay close to you. President Bich told me to keep you company always because you find this place creepy. So I'm with you now, everything's okay!"
Tangaloa: "She told you that? That wasn't necessary. When did she call?"
Vailea: "Some time ago. I guess you didn't notice. Anyway, she cares about you and wants you to be comfortable. Anyway, I'll stay with you!"

Vailea, in a manner not unlike Flower, was hanging on to Tangaloa's big arm. Even though Tangaloa was sweaty at that time, Vailea seemed to not mind getting some of it on her pretty aodai.

But after Tangaloa came out of the shower, dried and dressed, Vailea was even more gregarious. She was waiting with refreshments. Vailea came right up to Tangaloa and laid her head upon Tangaloa's bosom. Hesitantly, Tangaloa closed her arms around this latest Vietnamese admirer.

"Mmmm", Vailea purred, "I know you're the president's woman but, she said stay close to you, so I'm staying close! She won't mind. Mmmm! I can see why she likes this so much!"

Tangaloa gently held the bubbling Vailea in her arms. Vailea explored Tangaloa's bosom and shoulders with her fingers. "Mmm, so big muscles!", she commented. "And woman! These titties..."
Vailea pinched and diddled Tangaloa's big tits which plainly showed through her tank top.

"Here, big girl, take this off! It's too hot for it!"

Vailea boldly peeled Tangaloa's tank top right off. She obliged Tangaloa to raise her big arms. Vailea had to stand on tip toes to get the tank top over Tangaloa's hands. She then tossed it on the couch. Then she promptly went back to pinching Tangaloa's tits. She boldly kissed both of them, hard, sucking kisses.

Vailea exclaimed, "Oooo, look at that! They're gettin' bigger!"
Tangaloa closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, she told me. As with Flower, she felt strange about this, but did not resist Vailea's playing around.

"Okay, okay, big beautiful, I better stop... Oh, just one more..."
Vailea kissed Tangaloa's growing tits one more time, both of them, before finally pushing at Tangaloa's bosom to indicate to Tangaloa to let her go. Tangaloa held her tight an extra second, but then let her go.

Giggling, Vailea spun with her long, soft hair twirling after her. "You so gorgeous and awesome! Well, has that creepy feeling left you now?"
"It sure has!", Tangaloa replied.
Vailea giggled, "But now your guchi is bothering you! HAH-HAH!", and then she spun again.

During the interview, Tangaloa asked me (the writer), "Are all Vietnamese ladies like that?"
I replied that here, on Tulao'otupu, they just about all are. That's how they control us. They know we adore them and think they're the cutest things since cute itself, and boy, do they ever take advantage of it! I added that whatever spirit that makes them Shasheerian kin, it seems to impart that characteristic to any oriental lady. We all kind of wonder why that is.

Well, Vailea more than drove away Tangaloa's creepy feeling. After some refreshments and calming down, they got down to hypnosis.

As before, that first 70 to 90 minutes was "get the sleep out of the way". It was just sort of light hypnosis with some preparatory hypnotic suggestions. After that, Vailea brought Tangaloa out of the first hypnosis. They then strolled around. Vailea stayed by Tangaloa's side. During the stroll, Vailea held Tangaloa's hand. She led her to the beach, strolled around there a bit, then returned, stopping often for Vailea to explain certain aspects of the jungle, that location, and certain plants. In all they spent only 10 minutes strolling. While strolling, some cats scurried across the yard.

"Are they your pets?", asked Tangaloa.
"Nope!", replied Vailea chuckling, "They were here before I was!"
They then went back in for the second session of hypnosis.

After the second hypnosis session, Vailea said it was done. As per President Bich's requests, she typed up a report while Tangaloa waited nearby. Well, she was told to wait there, if she wanted, but she could stroll around outside if she didn't feel creepy about it. Vailea's place was just to beautiful and serene to ignore. So Tangaloa did go outside to stroll a bit. But she stayed close to the house.

Vailea gave Tangaloa some light refreshments before she saw Tangaloa out to go home.
When outside, Tangaloa placed the manilla envelope containing the results of the hypnosis into the Quest then began to squirm into her Quest herself. But Vailea stopped her with a comment and suggestion, "The other day, I saw you and President Bich get into your velomobiles down here and then pedal them up that steep driveway. Isn't that hard on the velomobile's parts and hot for you all? And you did it by yourself after you left yesterday. I just walk the velomobile up the driveway. Here..."

Vailea then pushed Tangaloa's Quest up the steep 25-foot climb to the road while Tangaloa followed. It was easy for Vailea.
Tangaloa pointed out, "But I'm naked now for pedaling. That's why I..."
"Not to worry!", insisted Vailea cheerfully, "You're in Tulao'otupu now! We think logically. We are all like one in thought. If anybody sees you on the road, it will be another Tulao'otupu citizen. She'll be naked too! It is only logical, in this heat."
Tangaloa chuckled, "Okay, okay. Yeah, this is better. Just push the Quest up here then take off."
"Yes", agreed Vailea, "then you avoid that climb that makes you hot first thing. Do it outside the velomobile. It's cooler."
Tangaloa: "You mentioned 'your velomobile'; do you have a velomobile?"
Vailea: "Sure do! A deep violet one!"

On the road side, where there was no one anyway, Vailea leaned into Tangaloa's bosom to get another hug from her. Tangaloa obliged nicely, wrapping slender Vailea up in her strong arms. Rather than "melting" like Flower does, Vailea kind of gets all bubbly. Tangaloa usually ends up getting a powerful, sucking kiss on her lips from Vailea. Then Vailea goes for Tangaloa's tits...
And Tangaloa always reports her tits getting bigger...
So I (the writer) asked her, "Are you, like, getting horny when that happens?"
"Well duh! You're a gal!", Tangaloa answered, "You know what happens when something starts sucking or carrying on with your nips!" "Boy, do I!", I replied. Forever curious, I asked "So, would you like to, you know, get it on with any of these Vietnamese cuties that are always getting all over you?"

Tangaloa had a hard time with that one because, as most of us believe, she was fisted by Flower that day, and maybe some other times too. That's just one thing I couldn't drag out of either one of them! Tangaloa stammered and stuttered, "Uh, um... well I wouldn't, um... I wouldn't know what to do!" (Sure she wouldn't!) "I'm not... I mean, if anybody from Tonga heard about this, I would never hear the end of it!"
So I let it go at that.

Anyway, so Vailea kissed Tangaloa's growing tits, more than once each, again giggling and commenting how her kisses make them grow larger. Finally she pushed at Tangaloa's big bosom, indicating she was done and to let go. Again, there was a delay before Tangaloa's powerful arms let the sprite, slender Vailea go.

Tangaloa squirmed into her Quest. "Here, I boost ya!", offered Vailea. She then pushed the rear of Tangaloa's Quest, running hard, and got Tangaloa up to 15 mph before Tangaloa took over pedaling.
"Mahalo!", Tangaloa shouted thanks back to Vailea. Vailea waved and shouted, "Come back soon! Just for visit!"
"Okay!"

After Vailea's boost, Tangaloa reported that she pedaled hard to get up to speed, up to 40 mph, and maintained it until the village of Mua. She said she almost rolled on one curve. After Mua, the creepy feeling was less and she slowed down. Tangaloa arrived to Flower's house. She cranked the Quest up the steep driveway to Flower's house, got out, showered, and laid down a while. As the day was getting dark, Flower came home from her road work job.

Like an excited kid on Christmas morning, Flower tore into the manilla envelopes containing the reports from the 3 hypnotists.

Each hypnotist seemed to have her style. Iolani's report was hand written and included scrawls of notes and even sketches taken during the actual hypnosis.
Vahineatua's report was typed in large print and included scrawled notes and sketches taken during hypnosis. A rather nice sketch of a "typical Shasheerian woman" was included.
Vailea's report was typed in smaller print and had no copies of notes or sketches. There was a lot of technical data regarding brain waves, their type and frequency, and when they occurred.

Well, so the results: Tangaloa was indeed Shasheerian souled, but... she has not incarnated there for quite a while. All 3 hypnotists reported a few hundred lives on Earth between the present life and the Shasheerian incarnations. So Tangaloa carries that Shasheerian undercurrent alright, but she has also been "Earthized." Most people on Tulao'otupu, if hypnotized, are found to have only a few to no Earth incarnations between their present life and those tens of thousands of lifetimes on Shasheer. That explains some, why Tangaloa is "softer" on dogs than the typical Shasheerian kin, she hesitates and resists getting into intimate relationships with other women, and although she agrees with the car-free life-style of Tulao'otupu, she is not so almost-militant about it as many Shasheerian kins are.

However, Tangaloa took to riding a velomobile like a duck takes to water. That is very "Shasheerian" of her. Many avid cyclists don't like velomobiles! They think they are too confining.
Although Tangaloa resisted it, she was indeed heavily attracted and effected by the attentions of the cute Asian types we have on Tulao'otupu.
Although Tongan women are big and strong, they are not "Tangaloa big and strong." Not many women, even on Tonga, reach 6-feet-7 in bare feet at 270 pounds.
Tangaloa has been "Earthized" in that she likes men to be her size at least. That is difficult for her, even in Tonga. But she readily accepts men smaller than her. That's Shasheerian! Most Tongan women like men to be hefty, or heavily built. Bellies okay. But Tangaloa has a slight preference for a man to be sleek, slender, and fit.
Most Tongan women would want their men to stay a million miles from the nearest "man's-bikini" (commonly referred to as "Speedos", although that is only a brand name) or g-string. But Tangaloa's head often turns when she sees a typical fit, 6-feet-even, bikini-clad guy on the streets of Makefu. She does indeed have an appreciation for that!
Tangaloa was raised by a Christian family, but she tends to not strictly stick to that religion. She easily adopts to the "organically spiritualist" ways of Shasheerian kin. Belief in a Master Creator, many teams of "co-creators", spiritual councils over each galaxy, solar system, and planet, intelligent creation, Christ-consciousness, and of course, multiple incarnations that can span eons and sometimes "planet-hop", and certainly "continent-hop" within a planet, are cornerstones of Shasheerian belief system. Shasheerians have no religion save for that of nature. Even on Earth, as they form their educational system, the people of Tulao'otupu are taking a huge leap never before seen in any government-directed educational system: They are including how to meditate and how to go out of body to their students. Intelligent creation is assumed by everyone so that is not even taught. It's just assumed. Tangaloa appears to accept all of this, although it does take some talking to sometimes.

It made Flower very happy to find out that her beloved Tangaloa was a "spiritual sister", all be it separated for several thousand years. It sort of effected Tangaloa too.
After two more days of working on the roads, another 3-day weekend as President was upon Flower. Though presidential doing took a lot of time, she definitely found time to be with Tangaloa. One thing for sure, they disappeared into the jungles again, up foot trails, where most of us nosy amazons are pretty sure that Tangaloa got fisted by Flower's hot little fist. Mmmm! My cunt swells and waters at the very thought!

On Monday afternoon, Tangaloa got on the boat to begin her trip back to Tonga, thus ending her fourth and longest stay on Tulao'otupu. When the boat left, Flower quickly and daintily ran to her Quest, and she pedaled straight home and didn't come out the rest of that evening. Her face was tear streaked, according to nosy amazon witnesses, and I think she went home and bawled her eyes out. Poor darling. But not to worry, Tangaloa would return many times.


Okay, finally! Now, what about that Alexsa! We have not covered him for quite a while. He represents the other side of Flower. The dominant, in-charge side. And very loving side.

I'll try to "sprinkle" his doings in here and there, but I'll summarize up to this point with some scenes.

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