Even though we’d known each other for a year, she wanted to meet in a public place for obvious reasons.So out I went, and after the plane landed, I ...elt my heart in my throat. I was nervous! What if she thought I was ugly? What if she was really a big biker guy named Billy? But my worries were put to rest as I got out of the cab and I saw her. She was standing at the fountain we’d planned on meeting at, looking at her phone. Checking the time.Molly was beautiful. She was about 5’2” with dark. It was nearly double the current amount of high grade chromium steel I had remaining."This is an amazing gift, girls." I pointed to the iron lattice. "That much iron will allow me to build a foundation for our new home! And look! All this stainless steel. We must have made someone happy."For some reason, the girls took a moment to figure out that I was happy about the new metal. Apparently, they thought I was talking about the blonde girl that had been in the cage. Odd. In any case, I was so. “No, little one.” I said, lying her down and removing what was left of our clothes. “The pleasure is mine.” Some hours later as we rested in the afterglow her head on my shoulder as she held me, fast asleep, I reflected on what had happened. We had made love, and it was different from anything I had experienced in my thirty-five years on this Earth. Although she was small, in every way small, she was surprisingly strong and, for lack of a better word, durable. After the few slow minutes that. Cindy dropped her stuff on the floor and sat down opposite me. She crossed her long, beautiful legs, reached into her purse and pulled out a joint and lighter. Fired it up. The classy librarian toked a few times. Snuffed the joint against the lighter, and returned the two items to her purse. She sat back in the chair and exhaled. This lady was a beauty. She reminded me of Cindy Crawford, the young version. A Cindy who looked like Cindy. Perfect. The librarian opened her eyes. Looked at me. .
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