Try again

Zanzibar suddenly realised he had rewound time. He was back in the park, at the very moment when he had opened the book for the first time and with his full memories.

I close the book and instantly feel a change in the warmth and light around me. I'm sitting on the bench again, and a look around meconfirm that I'm indeed back in the very same spot as before. The same couple is still sunbathing on the same spot, the businessman is reading the same newspaper, and I can see Emily jogging in the distance. Perfect. I open the book again and take the pen in my backpocket.

Emily had noticed Zanzibar and could not get him out of her mind. She wanted to seduce him.

I lean backward, taking a breath of fresh air. Then I look back at Emily. She's now clearly walking toward me, waving her wide hips sensually, a feral smile on her full lips. I smile back at her.

"Hey, can I do something for you?" I ask seemingly genuinely.

"Maybe." she replies as she stops right in front of me and puts her hands on her hips. "I feel pretty lonely doing all this running on my own. I could use a bit of company." She leans slightly forward, as if to give me a better view of her big breasts. Shit, I didn't expect that.

"Uh... I'm not particularly in the mood for running, but maybe you can sit with me and talk?" I suggest, pointing at the spot right next to me. I hope it won't be a turn-off, but I'm not really into sport and I'd rather be able to write in my book whenever I feel the need."

"Oh, no problem at all." she replies, joining me on the bench. She stays turned toward me, looking directly into my eyes and resting her head on her hand. "I'm Emily. You?"

"Zanzibar. Nice to meet you. So, what are you doing in life?"

"Currently studying in medicine and doing a little bit of free-lance modelling on Instagram." She flashes you the brightest smile. Well, you have to admit it's a pretty good way to break the ice.

"That's cool! You should give me the name of your account so I can follow you."

"Really? Does it mean you want to see sexy pictures of me?" she asks moving even closer to me and slightly arching her back as if she wanted to raise awareness on her cleavage and tits. I'm transfixed and can hardly turn my gaze away. She giggles as I gasp. "I guess it's a yes, then." I blush. How come I'm the one with a magic item and she's the one in control of the situation? Do I want to take the lead back?