I was at work when I got the expected Monday morning call. Becky said, "Good morning, sir. I would like permission to go out with my friends tomorrow ...vening." Who will be going with you?" I asked."Jamie, Chrissy, Rachel, Joan and Jill," she replied."Jill, too?" I asked."Yes, sir," Becky replied. "She asked if she could attend, and I figured that since she had paid the admission fee last week, you would allow her to attend." All right, you may go," I said. "Rachel did her task last night, so. The library was closed, and the lights dimmed. I was putting away many John Grisham novels when a hand fell on my shoulder out of the darkness. Before I could scream, a voice spoke to me. ‘You drive me mad,’ it said. Male. I could almost place it. Then a cool hand reached up to caress my cheek. ‘The library is closed. You shouldn’t be here,’ I stammered. Donovan spun me around and gazed at my eyes, my queer green eyes. I looked at my feet, trying to avoid his gaze, and then stared at the spines. Now I prefer a certain type of guy. I don't like pretty boys, and I like them around my age, give or take a few years. In addition, I am attracted to a fit body. I work pretty hard to keep thin, so I want something hard in more ways than one. That said, I don't expect (or want!) Mr. Olympia. I think you should get the picture. (Right now I'm sure you are thinking what a banal chick! But remember I was looking for a hook-up for pure unadulterated sex). I might want different qualities in. Her breasts were the perfect size, just barely straining against the red uniform jacket. Her voice was a little deeper than normal with a slightly “smoky” quality making it extremely sexy. And I was not the only one that had noticed.“God Allie, someone with her looks belongs on the cover of a fashion magazine, not locked away on a plane! And she is smokin’ hot in that uniform.”I couldn’t take my eyes off her, just staring every time she was in view. Once we were in the air, I kept watching for.