" I said and then thought for a moment... "But there might be a way..." I said and paused.Marcus quickly jumped in, "What would be the way?" He asked....Why ... to send the damaged books back to the library, and then see if it will repair them for you." I said, "in that way you're not getting new replacements but restored books instead." I said picturing the book in my hand and making it vanish."Will it work?" Marcus asked the question with hope in his voice."I don't know ... only the library can. Strange and wonderful... It's a very new experience for me, meeting someone younger... and male... And you're so, so much younger!" Yeah..." Marcus," asked Jennifer. "How do you feel about meeting us? You know what we are, don't you?" WFM militia? Sure. I know what that means. I guess it's a little scary, being near people that have been trained to hate me. But I've read the expedition reports of 1436. The males were horrible back then, not deserving of hate but certainly deserving of being. The late afternoon sun was above and behind him shining down at an oblique angle that shrouded his face in a shadowy eclipse with a dazzling crown of light. His lithe form was bathed in a golden haze giving his smooth rippled torso an almost luminescant quality. I had no idea who it could’ve been but I also didn’t care if it was Jack the Ripper. I was transfixed by this vision of young male perfection rapidly approaching me.“Hey Buddy, I was starting to wonder if I was ever gonna see you. AngelaI liked Terry, he was a lovely polite man, not brash and noisy like the others, in the bar at night, he would sit quietly and smile at me occasionally, or comment on my appearance, then when he finally plucked up the courage to ask me out, I was over the moon.The taxi we hailed dropped us off at a very classy hotel cum restaurant where we ate a delicious meal and drank rather too much red wine, he asked me about myself and I told him, he was easy to talk to, so without really intending.