They were almost out of the rarebooks room when she heard the muffled thud of a bookhitting a carpeted floor. She let the door swing shut,locking Maso... on the outside as she turned back intothe room. She heard his low voice and a tap on thedoor, but she ignored the sounds. She walked softlydown the rows of books until she was just past theplace where she and Mason had been fucking momentsbefore. A large fat man was there. He was putting abook back on a shelf with one hand while holding. I said jokingly that a “kissie” would do the job. She fell silent and didn’t reply for few minutes. So I thought I went a bit too far and probably offended her, so I said sorry and that I was only kidding. She replied after few more minutes that she got disconnected so she didn’t get my messages and asked me to repeat them. I didn’t have courage to repeat them so I avoided it, saying I didn’t write anything serious. So she asked whether I’m gonna help her or not. I said I’ll help her. Then she. She was stuck in the rigid conformity to the linear that the educational system encourages, unable to think outside of its structure, or to venture into the fields of her own thoughts.In my first year of university, one of my lecturers was a best-selling Australian author. And in the first class of Effective Writing, when we got into the topic of the short story, he reminded us of every high school teacher's words. And then..."Bullocks! Bullshit!" he shouted.The short story is a concise medium,. It may be time for me to get a little dirtier. 'Yes...' I say, grinning slightly. 'You want me to try and move?' I say, starting to slowly grind my ass against his crotch. 'I- I... No, that's... That's okay...' he says, gasping a little. 'God, it's hot in here...' I say sexily. 'Mind if I take something off while we wait for Missy?' I don't wait for his answer. Slowly I take my shirt off, revealing my firm 34C breasts, encased in a red lace bra, still rubbing my ass against him. Nate laughs.