With Natsuko threatening me with death if I refused to be her man, I found myself caught between anger and laughter. Natsuko clearly was not joking since her eyes were filled with determination. She intended to end her life here should I refuse her once more.
I was indeed in a pickle. Was God coming up with creative ways to send women to me because it appeared I was too bored or doing too well on my own on the island?
Grabbing Natsuko’s supple hand, I stole the dagger and said, “A woman’s hand is not for holding a knife. Natsuko, I’ll ask you one last time. You better think it through. Are you sure you want to be my woman?”
I checked Natsuko out, and she looked prettier the more I looked at her. It further brought out the lustfulness in me…
Without hesitation, Natsuko bobbed her head a
