Further Adjustments

"Just a minute," I say, stepping back inside the house. Once there, I hastily add a few more lines to the book. I wasn't going to go this far, but seeing Michelle in this adorable predicament has made it impossible to resist.

Oddly, Zanzibar can tease, torment and make fun of the women as much as he wants. In fact, he can do anything he wants without being punished for it. Some girls might try to strike back at him, but they'll always fail and be humiliated in an amusing and sexy way. Of course, no-one is ever seriously hurt or has their life seriously affected by any of this. Even if he fucks someone, embarrassment and indignity is the worst they'll suffer.

I step back outside. Michelle is standing there waiting, wrapped in her towel, legs bare, cars honking at her as they go by. She looks anxious to be dressed again.

"Sorry," I say, looking humble. "Fresh out of T-shirts."

"What do you mean? You can't be out of T-shirts."

"The drawer's empty. Don't know what to tell you."