We found a line forming at the waiting room door. I had told them I had other matters to attend to before I dealt with them.The AI had a list of compl...ints from sponsors about CS concubines calling their pods and disturbing them. Most could be classified as concubines begging to come back and do better. Some degenerated into shouting matches with one side or both sides trading insults and vulgar, sometimes anatomically impossible, suggestions. Some of the sponsors were demanding that the. I could offer Robert no logical reason for disagreeing with him. On the face of it, it was a wonderful solution. As Robert pointed out, it provided a safe and inexpensive method of safeguarding things while giving Rachel an opportunity to get acquainted with her ‘Uncle Brad’!All I could do was smile bravely and congratulate my husband. Thus encouraged Robert took charge of his idea by phoning Bradley himself! That much I was grateful for in a way.As Robert made the phone call to Brad, it felt. She said “Wow, you are soaking wet, why don’t you use the garden hose and cool off a little.” Good idea, so I got the hose and cooled off. Now my swim trunks are wet and my cock is outlined under it. She invited me in as I used the towel to dry off. She gave me a glass of water, and I noticed her big tits because she too was sweating (no air conditioning in those days) and her sun dress was thin. Thin enough to determine she didn’t have a bra on, and her nipples were showing through the. I even relaxed a little, and forgot about the threat of the library hunter-gatherers.And then the lights went out.*It was pretty spooky in there with the lights extinguished, it has to be said.Partly, I'd have to blame Ghostbusters for putting the image of an undead librarian firmly in my head. It was mainly that which made me scrabble to stuff my precious notes into my pack and rush out of there -- I didn't really worry about what the librarians would say. What could they do? Give me.