She also couldn't understand why her nipples were hard and why her kitty was so wet. Right about then, her brain disconnected from her will and procee...ed to pull her sweater up enough to expose her midriff, which remained covered by what could only be a plain white slip. Fortunately for her, they were still in the back part of the store and the mall traffic remained light to non-existent. Sean's eyebrows raised. "My, aren't we the daring one! What explosion of lace and sin are we hiding. No erection what so ever. Nothing. Not a single drop of blood was where I wanted it to be. Of course now I know that kissing a sleeping man a few times isn't really the stuff wet drams are made out of. But back then I was naive, thinking this was enough. I decided to take a more direct approach so I pulled his boxers down. Weird that this was the first time I saw his cock up close. I had seen it of course, touched and felt it, but never from two inches away. It had a strong scent but I didn't. Bad, right?" It's horrible!" She sobs. "Without an ending, these worlds are pulled into a state of eternal chaos. If the story doesn't have a happy ending, no one in the world is allowed a happy ending." Ooookay." You say, trying to stay on focus. "So why not just write a new ending? It's just a fairy tale. I used to read them as a kid. I know how a lot of them end." So do I, but it's not that simple. These are portals to real words, remember? You can't write in these books. The book writes. Empty nest syndrome between my thighs, and sore fingers. Oh, and panties. Lots of panties. All of this was stumbling through my tired brain as I left the library. A full backpack weighed down my body, the situation weighed on my mind. I’d worked too late again, and I needed to get home, eat something, and hit the sack. Tomorrow would be another big day. I normally had the sense to avoid any shortcuts when it was this late, sticking to the well lit streets for peace of mind as much as anything,.