When I hold her in a hug her head fits perfectly under my chin. She has thick wavy auburn hair that always smells fresh and clean and shines in the su...light. Her radiant beauty belies her age and she still gets asked for I.D. at bars even though she’s in her early thirties. Along with alabaster skin and eyes the color of melted chocolate, she has full, bow shaped lips that I love to kiss. She’s fit and healthy in the traditional sense; unlike a sculpted gym junkie she is soft in all the right. I did nothing to cover my nakedness underneath the bathrobe. Lee observed this too. His grin got wider as he offered me the bag of powder. ‘Thanks,’ I said smiling back. I took it from him and opened it up. I dipped my finger in and got a lovely little pile of powder on my fingertip. Without hesitation I put my finger in my mouth and onto my tongue. Once again I savored the bitter taste before swallowing it. I licked my finger clean and glanced at Lee. ‘I’m going to get us a couple of beer. ”She chuckled a bit louder than the library police would ever approve. “Anyway, I didn’t expect you to be here. No one is usually here. I am writing my dissertation here. It’s good to have company, ” the old lady replied even louder.I didn’t know that the librarian was blind and deaf. Suddenly hearing that the older lady was closely blind and deaf, my perks went back up again. I peeked outside the aisle and noticed that the librarian was seated still somewhat far and with her back. Disha looked. .. manly-man sort of way. He's got the looks, he's popular, and he's tough. I guess I've always liked that feeling of being protected by a strong man.” “But he hurts you. Doesn't he?” She looked away. “It's complicated,” she mumbled. “So, I have my secrets, and you have yours.” “We really are that screwed up, aren't we?” “Meh,” he shrugged. “I prefer to think of us as works in progress.” She laughed, “Hah! I like that. Progress is good.” As the lunch period came to a close, George.