The crowds around us disappear and I lose myself in his presence, his strong rough sexy presence.
He walks away, coolly, his hips swaying sensually under the weight of his coconut bundles.
And while I gaze longingly at his half naked and
"Ska pasese baby" and he drops his avega and adjusts his worn lava lava around the vaa inked onto his lickable hips.
I try to calm the flutterIng in my chest "Stop your lusting you hoe bag" mussed my subconsciousness.
I reach into my bra and pull out my last ten tala and handed it to him.
He looks at me, with his intense Cook-me-some-taro-for-breakfast look and laughed.
"Baby, I wish I was the ten tala, but is ogay I will bury myself between your breasts later" and he leaves me before I can utter a hopeless comeback.
For the rest of the day, I could not focus, I started making mistakes, overcharging disgruntled customers and forgetting to serve others while my thoughts were lost in explicit acts and non-Christian manoeuvres.
Before I could fantasise some more, Paka'e slaps me across the face and yelled "Eat shit! You are here to sell oranges instead of pissing off the customers! Aikae loa I le fale!"
I walk off in shame, feeling angry and embarrassed, as other vendors teased me along the way.
I am now broke and have no bus fare to take me to my village.
I started walking, oblivious to the heat, the dust and the sharp rocks beneath my jandals.
Aw fuck, now what, my jandal is broken.
Before I could decide my next move, the Lupe Siliva bus pulls up behind me,
The intoxicated driver calls out "Siaula, are you gonna get on the bus or stand there like a stupid thing?"
I hop onto the bus, flustered, half falling over coconuts, bags of flour, fish and children.
Great, just fucking great, it's a full bus and there is no spare seat.
Then, like manna from above, I hear my name at the back of the bus,
There he sits, my half naked coconut carrying ten tala man beckoning me over.
As the bus sputters forward, I land indignantly on his lap.
At first I felt awkward and cheated, This isn't how it's meant to be! I am dusty, bedraggled and have one jandal, how the fuck am I going to impress him?
But something answered that question for me,
Something that is hard on the side of my nervous thigh.
My heart is now beating " outside" of my CCK top....omg, is that a wallet?
But he doesn't have a wallet for his no money to put into his pocketless lava lava. It ain't a wallet.
Oh puhlease! Don't look so demure! Sulked my subconsciousness but I ignored her.
Is that his machete?
But that's not meant to be there!
I feel trapped, and nervous, but also thrilled,...
This is the most intimate he and I will ever be!
On a crowded Lupe Siliva bus, surrounded by people and fish and coconuts and a rock hard poki poking me on my thigh with every pothole we pass.
To be continued....
Part 2: Fifty Shades of Savaii Vaega Lua
Part 3: Mr Ten Tala speaks