He didn't find your stunt amusing, and by the end of the night, your ass is fifty different shades of red. 4: You're looking for a book at the library... You're talking to your dear friend on the phone, but you two can get a bit loud at times. The librarian gets tired of your shit, and asks you to "keep it down a little". In case you didn't know, that's librarian for "fuck off, you bitch, and shut the fuck up" How do I know this? I'm a librarian. Is this related to the story in any way possible?. He could not remember going upstairs, letting himself into the apartment or getting undressed and going to bed.He remembered the taxi ride. Chantelle, a little tipsy, had drawn herself under his arm and had snuggled into his side. He had liked Chantelle and was sorry she was leaving. He had dated her a few times but nothing came of it and he was surprised when she announced to everyone that she was leaving. Sometimes he had thoughts of her when he masturbated and her face had come into these. We arranged our date and despite my hubbies pleadings I told him that I didn’t know for sure what we’d be doing. That Michelle was setting it all up and that I had to go along with whatever she had planned. At Michelle’s suggestion I wore a long slinky dress with nothing underneath. I did know, because he had shown me, that my husband was getting hard again. And he was way larger than Bob next door!Our date night finally came, and I knew that we were going to be coming too! We went next door. Maybe a walk, but mostly I’m going to sit around. Would you like to come along?”“I’d love to.”From the overlook there’s a spectacular view of the bay, easy to see the island we’d sailed to yesterday, and just off to the south the beach where we swam every morning. Big trees, plenty of shady little nooks to stretch out in.I told her how Doug and I had started the business, our ups and downs, where we thought we were going. Talked a little about my family, and some of those silly stories we all.