Jon has a harem of beautiful, submissive sex slaves who live to serve and please him, eagerly doing anything he asks of them.
"So," said Jon, "I don't have a harem?" Jon looked at his harem; four of his six harem girls were in the corner, in various states of undress, giggling and talking. What little they were wearing was skin tight and revealing. The other two were out getting groceries and doing other errends. "But, Karyn, I remember having these girls since I hit puberty. All the other guys in school are jealous of me. I'm one of the only guys at school that's lucky enough to have a harem."
"No, seriously," said Karyn. "You don't have a harem. You only have one because I wrote it on the paper. How do you expect to financially support a half dozen slave girls, anyway? It can't be cheap."
Jon gazed at his harem girls. But, he cared about these girls. Sure, it was a hassle sometimes, trying to fulfill their needs and treat them equally, like a good master should, but it was worth the trouble. "I guess I never really thought about that aspect," said Jon. "But if the pencil can give me a harem, couldn't it also give me the finances to support them? Besides, even if they were 'created' by the magic pencil, wouldn't it be wrong to simply erase six human beings? I care about them, Karyn. I wouldn't want to lose them."
Karyn looked at Jon, then at the giggling harem girls. They were completely nude now, and were cuddling and kissing each other. It made sense, she thought. Having the harem girls love each other would help keep the peace. Besides, Jon was right; they were human beings, even if they were created by the magic pencil. And besides, she was responsible for their existence. Could she really claim to have the authority to simply make and unmake people on a whim? "All right," she said. "I'll have to think about what the right thing to do is. If nothing else, you'll be able to keep your harem until then."
