The Licentious Librarian, Chp. 1
A young man gets schooled by a bookish woman.
During the summer of my sophomore year in college, I got a job working at the public library. The head librarian was a lady named Janet Paul. She looked every bit the part of a stereotypical librarian. Her modest clothes, sensible shoes, black horn-rimmed glasses, and steel grey hair piled in a tight bun on top of her head all matched her job title. She also had a stern, no-nonsense attitude that rubbed most people the wrong way. Since I’d grown up with a mother and grandmother who were much the same she didn’t bother me.
Where most of the other employees avoided her like the plague, I went out of my way to be nice to her. I would always smile and speak and frequently volunteered to help her. It took a while, but eventually, my boyish charm and stunning good looks softened her and she would return my smiles and sometimes even joke with me.
One Friday afternoon she asked if I could load several boxes of books into her car. When I’d finished, I asked, “Would you like for me to follow you home and unload these for you, Ms. Paul.”
