It would take at least fifteen minutes to get everyone out of the library.Jack finished repairing his truck and had one carpet laying job early in the...week. He worked on Mrs. Johns’ porch in his free time getting it into pretty good shape over three days. She was appreciative of the work he had done and paid him ninety dollars for his time. He had spent every night at the library reading up on modern communes trying to figure out how it could work. He had learned that the librarian’s name was. “I’m sorry. I’m Meg by the way.” He paused then gestured with a nod for her to follow him into the pool of candlelight. “Owen,” he said. She walked over and he flopped down onto a pile of cushions with his hands behind his head. She swallowed hard. What idiot of a woman didn’t show up for a date with this guy? “Can I offer you a drink, Meg?” he asked with a resigned sigh. “Umm, I guess.” She perched on the edge of the decking beneath the shelter and set her bag aside. Owen shot her a cheeky. You should see the daggered looks I get from some of these miserable cows when I’m sat there with a bunch of men hovering around, all battling for a tiny bit of my attention. Talk about jealous. As for the men, it’s a safe bet that most of them aren’t getting any at home. The frustration when they lust at me is palpable, which only makes it more amusing to torture them like I do. The idea of all these sad saps wanting me so bad, no doubt wanking themselves silly over me in their private. It was a nightmare few minutes, with one man content to hold himself in her throat, and the other pressing his prick into her cunt, but not moving fast enough to make him come. Evidently he intended it to last, but how he could be enjoying it, she could not imagine. The others were crowded round in the darkened playground and part of her torture was the anticipation of what was to come. Anyone passing would just see some young men fooling around in the dark and certainly would not inquire what.