“OK,” I said almost sarcastically as I stood in front of her, “I’ll bite. What is so special about that book.”She held the book down in both...her hands so that she could riff through the pages. “As you can see, it’s empty,” she said in a raspy voice. “But it is full of magic. If you write a woman’s name in this book, she will fall madly in love with you. She will do anything you ask because she loves you so completely.”She laughed. It was a hoarse, huffing laugh that was almost a cackle. “And. The wallpaper in the rooms were gone, the white paint in the halls had somehow faded further. You’re more likely to see a rat in the hallway than another human being. The only people that live here are the ones that have nowhere else to go. Except for Frankie and Ophelia. They love it. I’d become fairly close with them in the few months they’d been living here, and I’ve learned two things about why they moved in. Ophelia is recently widowed, and Frankie was being bullied at here school. Both. Upon entering the place I was a lot less nervous and much more excited about what I may encounter. After paying the man behind the counter and receiving the towel, bar of soap and key I quickly found my cubicle, removed all my clothes, tied the towel around my waist leaving a bulge that told anyone looking of my excitement and hustled off to the showers. Unlike last time when no one was in the shower room, I happened upon, or I should say I interrupted two men soaping up each other's cocks. My. As I licked and sucked on her breasts and nipples I started sliding my down her pants. At this point she stopped me and uttered the most erotic words a girl could say to me, "Ummm, wait, I haven't shaved down there." I don't recall which of my canned retorts I used with her, but it was something to the extent of, "I wouldn't have it any other way." The bar was lifted and I was permitted to finger her. My hand encountered what felt like nine inches of glorious muff before my fingers reached her.