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a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

She didn't startle, which surprised him, she looked up slowly, unhurried, the particular composure of someone who had decided, somewhere in the last several days, to stop flinching every time a member of this family caught her doing something she shouldn't. "The binding's already compromised," she said. "Someone rebacked the spine at some point, badly, with the wrong adhesive. It's drying out faster than it should. Gloves wouldn't save it at this point — the damage that matters already happened decades ago." She closed the book carefully, with a precision that looked less like guilt and more like habit, and set it back on the low shelf exactly where she'd found it. "I wasn't going to take it

Tор Upside Dоwn I dіd many vіѕіtѕ tо thе dіrtу bооkѕtоrе аѕ оnlу a top. I'd lооk for guys with boners tеаѕе thеm a bіt wіth mу mоuth and let have my lоаd. I'd trу tо hоld оut for аnаl but uѕuаllу ѕеttlеd fоr head. I knew thеrе wеrе more bottoms thеn tорѕ аt thе glоrуhоlеѕ but mоѕt wоuldn't оr соuldn't display mу required erection. I nеvеr dіd anything unlеѕѕ hіѕ сосk wаѕ out tоо. I bеgаn tо wоndеr whу ѕо many bоttоmѕ? Gеttіng hеаd аnd оссаѕіоnаl аnаl wаѕ so аwеѕоmе. Whу wоuld ѕо mаnу guуѕ bе more іntеrеѕtеd іn thе bottom?

The girl behind the counter had a nose ring and purple hair, and she lit up at the sight of Tyler. “Lavender iced latte, please. Oat milk,” I said. She glanced down at Tyler, who was sitting like a statue at my heel. “For you, or him?” I grinned. “Definitely me. He’s more of a peanut butter guy.” Drink in hand, I snagged a corner table near the window and let Tyler curl up beside me. He rested his head on my foot like a warm, breathing slipper. I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off.

I shoot back, not liking the idea of her pitying me. “ Here. ” Miranda’s voice appears from beside my head and I blink my eyes, finding her face coming before me. “ Take this and read. ” Miranda waves an old looking book in front of my face and drops it on my chest, causing me to howl in pain. “ Bloody Witch! ” I curse at her, almost throwing the book away, but she disappears before I can do that. A poof and the witch is gone. I grab the book from over my chest and inspect the leather cover by turning it around. There is a wolf engraved in the leather on the front. The book looks and smells too old.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

Reiya: Turn to the last few pages of that book and you will notice something. I opened the book and started surfing the last few pages of the book and to my surprise there really was something in the book. A page torn in half and in the half that was still attached to the book were three letters that ended at the torn part and seem to have no connection to everything that I have learned up to date. Those letters were ''NEA-''

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

"But Sophia is a woman too, isn't she?" "Sophia is different. She's an online influencer, and she's always sharing her life as a wealthy wife. She's sophisticated and elegant… Ugh, what's the point in telling you this? You wouldn't get it. Just give the shares back to Dad." I glanced at the new gold bracelet I had bought and smiled to myself. It really was true that money knew quality. The bracelet looked stunning, and I was sure Alice would love it, too. "I sold the shares. You can find whoever who bought them to buy them back."