There she saw a small group of huts and what looked like a temple. As he led her through town, she saw very few women except for the elderly. But there were quite a few younger tribesmen. Each of the young men bowed and knelt when she walked by, just like Gores had when she first saw him.
As she walked to the temple, she looked at it, somewhat bewildered. Gores knelt and walked in and she followed. Inside the hut was dark. Before her was a birdbath. Feeling dumbfounded, she asked what it was. Since he kept bowing and bowing, she looked closer and saw that it was a birdbath of a naked woman. She had long flowing hair and she was in front of a waterfall with the water cascading down her.
Uh oh, she thought to herself.
An elder tribesman came in then, and speaking in broken English, he explained that this was their goddess of love and sex and all men must worship her. They must have sex with her before ever experiencing sex with another. The previous goddess passed away from exhaustion 5 years ago and all the men had been waiting for a sign, for a new goddess to come. That is why all the men stared at her. She was their goddess. They all had been faithful and pure, waiting for her.
Interesting, Bianca thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip and felt a twinge of arousal. All these hard-bodied, disease-free, non-barhopping, faithful, strong, hard-working, virgin studs waiting to do nothing more than pleasure and worship me. What should I do? she pondered.
*****
The next day at work a faxed memo arrived for Bianca’s CEO.
Dear Sir,
It has come to my attention that an extensive and difficult problem has popped up in the islands that needs my personal attention. I alone must find the strength to diligently work through each and every person’s needs in this matter, dedicating as much time as it may take to get the job done. Please forward my mail, as I am not sure how long I will be here. There seems to be at least 100 individual issues that I must attend to.
Thank you and I’ll keep in touch with my progress.
Bianca