Chapter 112: Penitents, Part 7

James

Michael’s right. In my room I regard the image in the mirror, trying to be honest with myself. I’m okay looking; nothing spectacular, not compared to a man like Michael, blessed with spectacular good looks.

But good looks per se were what never drew women to me. Always they were attracted to what they could read in my face.

Those who were interested, always knew when they saw me. I’m a thorough going Dom. I never had problems getting women of the right inclinations….

But now….

I’ve not bathed or showered in weeks or changed my clothes in almost as long. Unshaven, dirty….

…. and Michael was dropping some heavy hints that I don’t smell too good either…

I disgust myself….

This is no way for a man to behave.

Michael has the right of it….

…. Let’s go find her….

We’ll settle anything else between ourselves later….