Non-fiction books were limited by subject. The fact that he rarely kept the books longer than three days helped.The second challenge was reading "adul..." books. At first, Alex had to read them in the library, as the circulation desk wouldn't allow him to check them out. Within a few weeks, after his parents signed a special permission form and the senior librarian gave a cautious nod, Alex's card got a special notation, and he no longer had to keep to the increasingly boring "junior" catalog.. But, as my first "John" dropped me off and I was out of his car, an unmarked police car pulled him over and one of the cops had me stop in place. I'd rinsed with Listerine, so I felt confident that evidence was very limited and that I could get out of this, but adrenaline shot though me and I began a minor panic attack - who wouldn't? Long story short, seriously this took about a half hour, the cop warned both of us and reaffirmed what Darrin had told me, which was: unless they caught you in. Zeenat also noted that Sanjeev kept her spare clothes on the door top. But the petticoat slipped to her side from the door top as he kept the blouse over it. Sanjeev: Sorry Madam. I did not realize that it would slide like that. Since Zeenat was washing, she could not also catch it and it landed on watered part of the floor and instantly her light blue petticoat turned deep blue soaked in water. Sanjeev: Madam, I hope it landed on dry floor or is it wet? Zeenat could not tell the truth. She repositioned herself and got back to her book. She was sitting crossed legged with her right foot over her left. I was to her left. I began to watch a movie on my phone.Less than ten minutes had passed and I noticed that she was no longer as composed as she was when I had first taken my seat. It was probably what she was reading in the novel.Her breathing had changed. She had pushed her pelvis ahead, towards the edge of her chair and she had leaned back. The spine of her book was now.