Chapter 15

In paradise

Rebecca walks barefoot on the beach under the relentless tropical sun. She is wearing a white sarong tied under her armpits, which leaves her shoulders and most of her thighs bare. Under the fabric and hanging from a string tied around her waist, she hid a tiny tape recorder.

She’s finally gonna do that damn interview! The blue-eyed girl who was waiting for her at the lodge accompanies her, still naked, towards the vast terrace which juts out above the lagoon.

Sitting on a pretentious wicker armchair, reading the newspaper, is a massive black man of about fifty years old. He is dressed in a ridiculous loincloth, big sunglasses, and has a long whip across his waist. he young girl approaches him and kneels in silence. The man continues to read. Rebecca is there, standing, and she does not know what to do. This is a strange situation for which she is not prepared. A few minutes pass, the man looks up and looks at her slowly.

Rebecca blushes imagining the lust in his eyes that she can’t see behind the glasses ... The man continues to look at her in silence. The breeze lifts the sarong slightly ... MM is happy with what he sees. This Caucasian-type female, besides being well-behaved, upper-class America and hates black people, is sensual and attractive ... He begins to understand why his son Ben is so madly in love with her.

“You are probably Rebecca, Ben’s girlfriend,” he said at last, impassive behind the reflective glasses.

Rebecca feels shivering. His voice is strong and deep. She suddenly feels very vulnerable ... standing in front of this giant. She looks for a seat.

“In this part of the world, women kneel on the ground on their ankles,” says Max. Apprehensively, but not daring to contradict her host, she kneels down with her knees together, and sits on her ankles. The sarong slides over her thighs and leaves them completely uncovered.

With disgust, she notices the man’s member, erect and trying to get out of the loincloth.

“I was told that you slapped my son in public...

- Oh no ... it was just a little argument ... replies Rebecca stammering. She didn’t expect it to start like this.

“You are very beautiful. Come there.”

The young woman suddenly stands up, doubly humiliated by the man and by the young girl’s silent presence.

“Listen ... I came to...”

- SILENCE!” Shouts Max. Rebecca, fists clenched and full of rage.

“I know exactly why you came here ... You want an interview. An in-depth, personal interview...”

A smile appears on the man’s face.

“Very well. When you want to start, you’ll sit down here.”

He points to the ground at his feet.