The Next Morning

Zanzibar checked the time on his phone upon waking. 7:47am. He thought this was surprisingly early, considering his activities last night. He lay in bed for a while, thinking about the two girls, smiling and idly stroking his penis. As time passed he started thinking more about the book and what purpose it might be intended to serve.

He decided that for his next experiment, rather than attempt to repeat yesterday’s experience and use the book solely for his own benefit, he would try doing something to benefit somebody else, ideally a stranger.

The following lines were all about me getting up, cleaning my teeth and all the boring parts which stories usually skip.

Yes, as much fun as last night was, I think I’d start to feel guilty if all I used this new power for was to get my end away. Obviously, I’m not about to stop using this new power to get my end away, oh no. But perhaps it might be good to see if I can do something helpful and kind.

Zanzibar stood in the kitchen with a coffee cup in his hand. He thought about locations nearby where he might be able to find somebody to help. There were, he considered, a few places which might be worth trying. The ideal spot suddenly popped into his head. ‘Of course,’ he said out loud to himself, ‘why didn’t I think of that straight away?