The Cleverest Devil
Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2002
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SShhh, quiet in the library!
I was torn between nervous and excited. I didn't know why, but it felt good-the right mixture of chemicals.
As I walked in the large double doors, the sweet/musky scent of pulp and paper hit me like a Charles Bukowski novel.
On my way up the stairs to the stacks, I smiled and nodded to the librarians behind the check-out counter. The day way good, though I felt down-right evil.
As I do whenever I can find excuse for it, I was wearing a dress shirt and tie. Dress pants...the whole deal. I had CK's "Eternity" for men behind my jaw line, my chest, and ears.
When I got upstairs, I glided with an easy strut, browsing the stacks and isles. Getting a feel for the Tuesday afternoon crowd. Once or twice I had noticed a hot looking thing at one of the study tables, but she looked so lost in her work that I didn't bother trying to make eye-contact.
From the M-N section I grabbed Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer and took a seat and one of the long isle tables. I had read the book, and got into it again quickly, but I was distracted every time I heard a busy pair of high heels wonder past.
OOC:This is pretty much open to anyone.
I was torn between nervous and excited. I didn't know why, but it felt good-the right mixture of chemicals.
As I walked in the large double doors, the sweet/musky scent of pulp and paper hit me like a Charles Bukowski novel.
On my way up the stairs to the stacks, I smiled and nodded to the librarians behind the check-out counter. The day way good, though I felt down-right evil.
As I do whenever I can find excuse for it, I was wearing a dress shirt and tie. Dress pants...the whole deal. I had CK's "Eternity" for men behind my jaw line, my chest, and ears.
When I got upstairs, I glided with an easy strut, browsing the stacks and isles. Getting a feel for the Tuesday afternoon crowd. Once or twice I had noticed a hot looking thing at one of the study tables, but she looked so lost in her work that I didn't bother trying to make eye-contact.
From the M-N section I grabbed Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer and took a seat and one of the long isle tables. I had read the book, and got into it again quickly, but I was distracted every time I heard a busy pair of high heels wonder past.
OOC:This is pretty much open to anyone.
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