.................Oh fuck, I can take any common place scene and fantasize it into an all-out orgy fuckfest! Even at the library. I love the library.... The musky smell of old leather, of dirty old manuscripts, the secretive words of masters of literature, written one way but with secretive meanings entirely different to its content....I love to sit at a library table and stretch my legs out while reading and playing pocket pool in my panties under my loose slacks, wondering anyone is watching. He needed to get out of the office for lunch for a change of scenery. He spent the next hour debating in the depths of his own mind if he should stay or go. ‘What the heck,’ he thought. ‘I have been working so hard on this project. And after Bob dropped the ball and got my nuts in a vise with the big boss I need to just take a long lunch and re-group.’ He called his wife but she declined and was complaining about the extraordinary workload in front of her all the while he was trying to figure. "I ran back and gave the doctor and receptionist a number to call if anyone comes looking for you," she explained. "I figure, being this close to the Highway, you'll likely attract a couple who may take a while to find the location."I gave her a kiss and thanked her. That's why it's always good to have intelligent people around you, to cover for when you can't think of all the possible contingencies that may develop. She also did the same to the receptionist inside the medical center.We sat. "Why are we doing this again?" she asked, having forgotten how they got on this path."No idea," Freddie lied, reaching over and taking her hands, stroking her fingers and playing with the ring he gave her. "I see you like the ring." I've worn it almost every day since you gave it to me…" she said, looking down at pretty it sparkled, and she found her heart fluttering with con-fusion and an intense love. "Can I ask you something though?" Sure, you-" Alright…" the waitress said, popping up out of.