Chapter Fifteen
The women never remembered anything, except how much they wanted him. He could have used them again and again but the blackness wanted fresh meat. And LaVeau had discovered new, unaltered girls gave him a greater inflow of power.
He looked down on the delicate yet voluptuous naked body below him and marvelled at this standard of American beauty. How could such flawless full breasts above such a tiny waist and narrow, smooth thighs have been created? How could so many examples of fragile femininity exist? And yet they did. Washington was full of them. He shook his head. It was television’s fault. TV added weight and even height, making perfectly constructed Barbie dolls barely larger than seven stone seem the norm.
His voice raised in a quavering song in a language he’d n
