#3.14

As you near the end of a trying workday, you realize that you just have time to get to the library for some research that you have been putting off for ages. You zip over to your local branch, dash in and ask the desk librarian, a plain looking girl with glasses and mousy hair, if she can direct you to the rack containing information on animal slayings. She directs you with a slender pencil laden hand and a quiet courteous nod. As you turn to follow her directions, you smell the scent of old paper, tea roses and fresh skin. You glance back, but your shy librarian has already retreated behind her monitor.

As you browse through the stacks, you reflect on your recent encounter with the associate. It is getting near closing time and you realize that everyone is gone. You head over to the copy machine to Xerox some choice tidbits, and passing close to the office you notice your little reading rabbit getting ready to depart for the night. She has taken off her glasses in order to rearrange her hair, which previously you thought mousy, now tumbles down her back in soft waves. Her bulky cardigan is hanging on a rack and you can now see her plump bosom hidden beneath her demure lace collar, a delightful decolletage.

You watch as she deftly weaves and pulls her hair into a loose braid, her arms raised high above her head, sleeves ruched back exposing her milky white forearms. Her slim waist, delineated by her severe black skirt, aches to be encircled by your hands. Suddenly you realize that you are pulsing for her..this unknown girl-woman. Leaving your books on the nearest table you approach the office, the electrical smell of computers and the musty scent of old catalog cards growing stronger as you enter. You startle your timid prey and she jumps from her chair. Coming much too close you back her to her desk, her eyes wild with confusion. You gently stroke her cheek feeling the hot flush of her skin and you whisper, "I'll be back for more research..."