The Adventures of Marian, the slightly aggressive Librarian, #5 : Love and Peril Behind the Check-out Counter Chapter 8 “I’ve never had sex in a library before,” Zach said. His right arm was under his head; his left was around Marian. “Haven’t you?” Marian asked, surprised. “Well, I guess most people don’t take advantage of everything the library has to offer.” He laughed. She wasn’t sure why. “Does every library come with a sexy librarian that stays after hours?” He had a point there. “I guess not. Maybe they should.” He laughed some more, and squeezed her. “I’m getting hungry. Let’s get out of here. Your place? Or mine?” “Not mine yet,” Marian said. She’d discovered he was a pushover for a sob or a sniff, or even a sad look. “Mine, then,” he said. Leaned over and kissed her hard. “I’ll feed you raviolis in bed.” “Yum,” she said, and made a show of licking her lips. She watched his eyes, and saw the minute he changed his mind. His eyes got bigger and darker…….. “You’re naughty. You know that? A woman with an incredibly dirty mind.” He grinned. “We can have the raviolis later. We’ll be hungrier later.” “I’m hungry now,” Marian said, “but not for ravioli.” Henny used to try to tell Marian it was part of their job as librarians, and as human beings, to try to spread happiness. Marian had said, “Piffle,” the last time Henny said something like that, but now she began to think maybe this was her calling in life. From the noises Agent Grant was making, she was certainly making him happy. And she herself enjoyed her present activity a great deal. And if you can make two people happy at the same time, you must be doing something right……. Cue the organ music….. We leave our intrepid library director, dear readers, dispensing happiness in the library, that wondrous place where you can find just about anything you want …….happiness…..books……sex…….. “Oh, yeah,” Agent Grant said. “…….just like that……just…..like….don’t stop now…..” “Hang on,” Marian said. “Cut the organ music. We’re not done yet.” “Damn right we’re not done yet. Come back here, woman…….” “I want to see if Henny is going to be happy before—“ “Hush. Stop talking so much…….mmmm…….oh, yeah…oh, man……just like that, damn you’re good at this……” Ahem. As I was saying, we leave our intrepid library director doing what she does best………but what does fate have in store for her loyal assistant? . . . . . i wish i could see it i wish you could too maybe i can take a picture of it and scan it i wouldn’t be able to see it without the right software oh describe it to me it’s got a jewel on each end well it’s just red glass and the big post is gold and one end is in my navel and the other end is out how big? just little but i like it i think i like it too and i told you about my hair i’d like to see that too iand and what? i shouldn’t tell you but you won’t tell anybody ha ha sid yes? we’re friends aren’t we? i don’t know don’t you like me a little? i don’t know how would I know? oh well do you like to talk to me? yes i know you don’t like sex, but if you did i didn’t say i didn’t like it i like it i just like other things more do you like sex with me? Yes if you could pick one person to be with who would it be? you i think we’re close to having cyber sex what do you think? henrietta that’s the only kind i ever have but i want to have sex with you don’t you know that? Henny blushed. She was glad he couldn’t see her face. i think you’re just trying to tempt me is it working? ha ha what was the other thing that you bought? it’s a piece of underwear i shouldn’t tell you it’s black it pushes your boobs up together not yours, mine goes down to your hips has rings to attach things on it the man at the shop wouldn’t tell me what you attach maybe garters for hose? i’d like to see you in that i know what you do with those rings and what you attach you do? you’d like it i might like it too tell me nope come to me and i’ll show you put it on and come to me you’ll like it i promise you’ll hurt me i will but I’ll also make you feel wonderful beautiful sexy maybe we can figure something out She couldn’t believe she was thinking about it. She’d apparently forgotten what he did to her just yesterday. But she was sitting here safe and sound, wasn’t she? She hadn’t been injured. Maybe she could take some Ibuprofen before she went. Or a glass of wine. Or two. She had some wine up in the cupboard; she should put it in the fridge. henrietta come to me She resisted. That night, she resisted. But there were all the nights to come, stretching out ahead of her………. come to me come to me maybe tomorrow . . . . . THE END (for now)

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