Mary frowned, "Just who is this Aristotle? He doesn't sound as if he's from around here." Mary said.I nodded, "Oh, he's just nobody, but everybody. He...s the one who's provided you with your books. What Aristotle represents is the Library of the World." I said as if that explained everything."Oh, well then ... He's WHAT?" Mary nearly screeched out the question."Aristotle is not a real person; he's a personification of the Library. I only call him 'he' but actually there is no sexual person. After the success of Carrie's first dinner dance three years ago, every charity in town wanted her to run their fundraisers. To her credit, Carrie is an excellent planner and organizer but she just didn't know how to say no. Carrie had organized dinner dances for the Red Cross, the Heart Fund, the Cancer Society and she even did the Policemen's Ball. Her current effort was for the Brodricksburg Memorial Hospital Building Fund. In addition to all that she served on the Brodricksburg Board of. .how many guys would fantasize about all of that stuff....and yet.....I'm giving it up..............giving it all up? Yeah, all of it. John didn't really regret what had happened, honestly. But he was glad to be done with it all the same. Standing at the altar with the reverend, John was waiting. I had something so many others would want. Something I wanted...... He didn't know why he enjoyed what he had done so much, but he did. He didn't know why he was getting away from all of it with such. Sometimes I think my nose is too big, but it isn't. I just wish it was kinda pert sometimes, but that would probably make me look funny instead of beautiful. My eyes are killer too! I wouldn't change my eyes for anything because they're green like jade, not bright emerald green, but frosty green and cold like my pale skin.Nobody knows where my green eyes came from!My body is totally hot and I'm not just saying that either. My boobs are nice and firm and topped with really fat nipples. Like cow.