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Author's Note: This story continues the saga from Mellow Yellow 20.

When the Crown Colony of Hong Kong reverted to the Peoples' Republic of China in 1998, Syd Poole lost his job as the Reunified Hong Kong Administrative District Office Vehicle Supervisor. The new masters of Hong Kong were reluctant to employ someone identified so closely with the hated former colonial regime. It didn't matter to the new regime that Syd had reasonable skills in Cantonese and a Chinese wife. He just wasn't wanted. As for Syd, he considered the Hong Qi limousines favoured by the Communist bureaucrats to be a bigger pile of junk than the Daimlers he fussed over while at the Colonial Office. Syd may have been a mechanic by trade but he had pride.

Syd's wife, Lily Poon, retained her job as manager of the restaurant at the Royal Hong Kong Yacht Club (subsequently renamed the People's No. 2 Recreation and Navigation Society after Reunification). Lily's dissatisfaction began when her salary was "harmonized" downwards to the level of her waitresses. Her job title was also downgraded from Catering Manager to Worker Co-ordinator but her working hours were upgraded to 60 hours per week. As Worker Co-ordinator No. 6, she had to field her staff's complaints that the new Communist apparatchiks were lousy tippers in addition to being high-functioning alcoholics. When the new bureaucrats ordered Lily to remove the Yacht Club's Cantonese specialties and replace them with Szechuan and Beijing dishes, her cultural resentment of all things Northern came to the surface.

So, Lily and Syd turned their backs on Hong Kong and emigrated to Australia with Lily's two teenaged children, Pamela and Patrick. Determined never to depend on others for their jobs, the Poon-Pooles bought a dilapidated "Chew and Spew" on the Coastal Highway just outside Bummkrak, Qnsld. Lily and Syd worked hard on the renovations. Lily tore down the wall, behind which the former owners had hidden while making egg sandwiches and soggy chips, and created the first open kitchen in Queensland. Lily replaced the deep fryer and filthy grill with woks, dumpling steamers and commercial rice makers. Within a year, "Lily's Guangdong Oasis" established its reputation as the best Chinese restaurant between Brisbane and Cairns. Motorists flocked to the outskirts of Bummkrak to watch Lily make each of the 100 dishes on the menu and inhale the blended scents of ginger, garlic and peanut oil wafting from the open kitchen.

Sid Poole cleaned up the garage and replaced all the antiquated tools with their metric equivalents, liberated surplus from the old Colonial Office Motor Pool. He became equally famous as his wife as the only honest car mechanic in all of Queensland. Truckers and tourists alike lined up for Lily's Chinese cooking whilst Syd filled the trucks with diesel and repaired the Holdens and Fairlanes of Queensland.

Unfortunately, Pamela and Patrick had far less social success than their mother and stepfather's economic success. Having grown up in the competitive environment of the Hong Kong, they were accustomed to completing all their assigned homework on time. How could a Chinese child bring shame on the family by not achieving to their full potential? Of course, the white students disapproved of "the Chink kids messing up the curve." Their immediate response was to attempt bullying and intimidating the new arrivals from Hong Kong. Scratch a white Queenslander and you'll find a racist lurking below the skin. In response, both Patrick and Pamela demonstrated to the white students that Asian martial arts movies were more than mere fantasy.

Unable to physically bully the two teenagers, the white teens shunned Pamela and Patrick socially. The two Chinese teenagers went dateless from their first day in Bummkrak, becoming that rare commodity in Oz, 16-year old virgins. This was even odder considering that both teenagers were quite striking in appearance. Patrick had rugged features that were more northern Chinese than Cantonese. Pamela's slim waist and smooth, well-shaped legs spoke of movie star quality. Although they kept it well hidden behind inscrutable Chinese faces, Pamela and Patrick were as lustful as any two white teenagers.

The two teenagers managed to turn their sexual energies to sports. Pamela took up volleyball where she earned extra respect by spiking the ball in the face of any girl who attempted intimidation off court. Patrick accomplished the same by a few well-aimed elbows to white groins on the football pitch. In "footie", there are advantages to being short, stocky and well muscled. Patrick became a valued member of the Bummkrak All Blacks, the closest thing to a living black player the team had. However, when it came to the party after the game, Patrick was conspicuously dropped from the guest list.

The final character in this drama is Allison Koowootha, known to her few friends outside the Aboriginal community as "Koo". Allison lived in a collection of corrugated roof shanties on the other side of the Coastal Highway, designated on roadmaps as West Bummkrak but known to white Ataköy escort Bummkrakers as Jackytown. Despite her humble origins, Allison was intelligent as well as quite attractive. In almost any other environment, she would have attracted a coterie of male admirers, but this was Bummkrak, Qnsld.

It was not surprising that Allison and Pamela became the best of friends, both outcasts to their cliquish white classmates. The odd tall/petite couple enjoyed each other's company for more reasons than to enjoy some intelligent conversation. Allison and Pamela shared a curiosity about their bodies just like any other sixteen year old girl. Pamela may have been better read on the subject of the female body but Allison had more "hands-on" experience. When they weren't talking about sex, their conversation turned to their future, which consisted of careers and marriage.

"I don't even want to think about getting married until I've finished my university. I'll become a psychiatrist like my Auntie Susan. I'll marry a doctor and we'll be rich but happy. My only problem is that my marks aren't quite good enough to get accepted to medical college. When you're a visible minority in Oz, you need to be twice as good as a white kid to get into University. So, maybe my dreams will never come to anything and I'll be an old maid."

"I'm not sure if I ever want to get married. Especially not to any of this lot in Bummkrak. Not that the black guys in Jackytown are that much better. Ozzie guys, black and white alike just want to drink until they chunder. If they ever get around to thinking about women, we're just Shielas to fetch their next beer."

"I agree. There's not a guy in all of Queensland that I'd ever date. That's why I've applied to the University of New South Wales for the next semester. How are you going to get out of Bummkrak, Koo?"

"I want to become an artist, the best Aboriginal artist in Oz. My only problem is that I can't afford the supplies so I can develop my style. But artists never get rich so no guy will ever look at a poor black girl, no matter how pretty she might be. That's my problem, Pam."

"I may have a solution to both our problems, Koo. I've wanted to work fewer hours in my mother's restaurant for the past year and get my marks up so I can get into University. Mum says that there aren't any girls in Bummkrak she can rely on, especially not those white bitches. Why don't you talk to my Mum about replacing me? The Oasis is right between school and your house."

As Allison and Pamela entered the Oasis Restaurant, Lily was in the process of firing the latest in a series of disastrous part-time hirings from among the white population of Bummkrak.

"You no nice to customers, you razy and you raff at my Engrish when you think I no risten. I sack you now. Get white ass out of my lestaulant and no come back."

Pamela cringed. In most respects, she was proud of her mother except for her colourful manner of speech. Lily's English had improved marginally since her move to Oz to the point of being almost comprehensible. Allison backed away and motioned that it might not be a good time to talk to Mrs. Poon. Pamela knew her mother better. Her temper was short-lived and she never channeled her anger at the wrong target. Besides, Pamela explained to her mother that she had just brought Lily the solution to her latest problem.

Lily looked Allison up and down, mostly up from her diminutive Cantonese perspective. Unlike the white bitchy sheilas who applied for work at the Oasis, Allison appeared to be friendly and, best of all, enthusiastic. Lily hadn't found much work ethic under white skin since she had moved to Oz. Had she been looking in the wrong place? Lily didn't waste a moment, addressing her daughter by her Chinese name.

"Pin-mi, you fliend nice brack rady. You rike wolk in lestaulant? I got rotsa wolk here. Arison, you come with me and I find nice unifolm show off cute bum. OK, lest of you get to wolk."

So, Allison became part of Syd and Lily's extended family, making the Oasis an even bigger success. Patrick pumped gas and kept his eye on the till while Pamela and Allison served up Lily's steaming, shiny Cantonese delights. Even if the citizens of Bummkrak eschewed the Oasis, the more cosmopolitan Victorians and NSWers, white, black and yellow traveling the Coastal Highway appreciated the Oasis' good food, good service and cute waitresses.

Patrick watched his sister's friend from his place at the cash register. Her large breasts bounced in rhythm as she walked between the kitchen and tables, unlike his sister's small, firm boobies. The uniform his mother supplied Allison was much too short for her long black legs, so the hem ended up mid-thigh. This fueled Patrick's speculation as to what lay above the hem. How much bush did Allison have? What does a black girl's pussy smell like? As a 16-year old virgin, the real question was what did any girl's pussy smell like? Thoughts of pussy supplemented by Allison's black boobs bouncing around inside her uniform as she walked to the kitchen Ataköy escort bayan gave Patrick a perpetual woody.

Syd and Lily encouraged their children to do their homework in the booth by the door when business at the Oasis was slow. So, as they grew fonder of Allison, they were pleased that she joined Pamela and Patrick in the "homework booth." Initially, Allison sat beside Pamela but necessities of seeing how Patrick worked out math problems, of course, prompted her to cross over and take up a permanent place beside Patrick. Black and yellow hands entwined below the table while Intermediate Algebra problems got sorted out above.

Patrick asked Allison to help him shed his Chinese accent in favour of the nasal Aussie twang. Naturally, so as to not waste time, Patrick's 'Conversational Strine 101' lessons tended towards rather intimate subjects. Very quickly, the teens discovered that they both wanted to lose their virginity but with the right person.

Lest the reader assume that this was simply a case of horny teenagers getting physical, Patrick and Allison shared more in common than a need to get laid. The two teens also discovered that they shared an interest in the visual arts. Since Allison painted and Patrick was a photographer, the two art forms went well together. Never having lived in the bush, Allison couldn't paint wildlife from her memory. On their days off, the two teenagers could be found wandering around Bummkrak Zoo, photographing the icons of aboriginal art, wallabies, wombats, kookaburras and koalas, with Patrick's camera. Patrick's photos ultimately found their way to Allison's canvas.

This shared interest in art ultimately led to the teens' first sexual encounter. The subject was first broached by Allison. Not being Chinese, she was far more direct about what she wanted.

"I'm tired of painting animals, Patrick. Aboriginal artists just paint cute primitive portraits of cockatoos and platypus ducks. I want to move on with my art and paint real people and real events. I want to paint aboriginal warriors fighting white settlers ? and winning, of course. I want to paint something that will make Aboriginals proud to be black."

"What's your hang-up? With your warrior past, I thought it would come naturally to you."

"I have these visions of semi-naked black warriors carrying spears, with their willies swaying, hanging from their groin. On the other side of the battlefield, the whities would be staring at these huge appendages with looks of fear on their faces. Then in the background, the white women would be hiking up their Victorian skirts and hiking down their bloomers in anticipation of being ravished by my noble black warriors."

"You may want to skip the white women in the background in the interests of political correctness, Koo. But I still don't see what's stopping you from painting what you want to paint."

"To tell you the truth, Patrick, I've never seen a willie in my life. Yes, I joke about willies all the time with my sisters but it's all talk. I haven't got the experience my sisters have with men. Patrick, would you pose nude for me? Look, we can use your camera and I'll paint from the photos."

"I dunno, Allison. Mum and Syd keep a close eye on Pam 'n me. Besides, I feel shy being naked. Call me legally Chinese but we just aren't into nudity the way your ancient warriors were. I mean, have you ever seen a Jackie Chan flick where there's sex?"

"We're friends, so you won't be alone. How about if I get just as naked as you. You can stop any time it doesn't feel right. I'll pose naked for you if you'll pose for me."

That was an offer that Patrick couldn't refuse. Their opportunity to close their deal came the following Thursday night. Allison and Patrick were at their usual booth preparing for Friday classes. Pamela had already gone home in order to prepare for a university admission test. Besides, Allison could do with more hours to buy her art supplies. The two teens looked up from their books. Lily had changed into street clothes and Syd had scrubbed the oil from his hands.

"'Ere, Patrick, can you close the place. There ain't much business tonight and yer mum