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The adult-themed carnival was everything I had hoped for and more. Neon lights flashed in every color imaginable. The air smelled of cotton candy, popcorn, and something darker — the faint musk of arousal and perfume. Laughter and moans mixed with the distant sounds of carnival games and rides. This was not a place for families. This was a place for adults who wanted to play.

he says smiling back at me, I asked him if he needed any help. "No, I'm just here to read, if you're not busy you're welcome to join me," he says inviting me to sit next to him in the reading area, there wasn't much of a crowd giving me a chance to sit down with him. "Let's go sit then," he says picking a story, it wasn't the same one he was reading as before, this was more like babies' stories I get my snacks from my bag and came back to sit down with him. At first, my adult self was wondering why he chose a Childers book but little me didn't care. I let him read the story with me right next to him. I was so entranced with the story until I felt something warm go down my princess area, I kn

Luca drawls, his voice just loud enough for Elijah to hear, “what do you call a werewolf that’s also a librarian?” I glance at him, intrigued but suspicious. “I don’t know. What?” “A fur-midable opponent for anyone who returns their books late.” It’s so cheesy that I can’t help but burst out laughing. Luca grins wider, clearly satisfied with himself. I cover my mouth, trying to stifle the laugh, but it’s too late. I’m doubled over, shaking with amusement, the ridiculous joke breaking through all the tension that had been swirling around me. And that’s all it takes.

The largest out of the men said before they walked us to the back. The first thing i heard was excited giggles from children and teenagers grinning about the new girlfriend book. It was for them after wards. Reynolds sipped her hands inside my arm as we walked to the front. The local TV news was covering everything. "In honor of children, parents and grandparents. I created a free library where children and adults can spend their whole day reading without interruption," I said. "Nowadays libraries are boring. You would only find chemistry books and physical and health education books or psychological book with human skeleton laying around. But this is an advanced library with everything. Inc

When he was satisfied, he leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. “Everything about you is boring. The sex… I’m tired of it.” His mouth twitched like he was annoyed just saying it. “Lilith gives me a different kind of vibe.” My fists tightened under the table, knuckles pressing into my palms so hard it almost hurt. The way he said it so casually, so confidently, made me want to reach across and smash his head straight into the table. “Yeah… you’re right.” I nodded anyway, letting out a short, bitter laugh.

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Those were hilarious. Were those? I quizzed. What the hell was the publisher thinking while coming up with the titles? Dorky and the hoes is still tolerable but once in my cunt? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with? What’s the book about anyways? Vulva? Sad life changers? Wolves certainly are a rather horny civilization to put such literature on best-sellers. The excited-bee besides me isn’t done gushing over the supposedly brilliant works of the lecherously lewd author who isn’t me. I am pleased I am not. The titles want me to puke my gut out. Putatively, there are more to come.

"Madison, honey, you're nineteen. You're a grown woman." I cross my arms. He glances at my small figure in cutoff shorts and clears his throat. "What I mean is you're an adult," Daddy says. "You need to take life more seriously. That's why I brought you to see Dr. Kennedy." I roll my eyes. This is the second weekend he's brought me to one of Dr. Kennedy's "healing seminars," which the brochure describes as "new age spiritual enlightenment that will cleanse the body of impurities." We sat through four hours of the guy babbling on, and the basic message is you shouldn't masturbate if you want to be happy. Orgasms are bad too. Yeah. I don't even think he's a real doctor.

there they were. And if somebody could choose that. . . Well, what other terrible things could they choose? "But why steal books? Why burn them? What is the connection? And why children's books? " I don't know, Jacquard." " Guess." " I am sorry. I cannot." " What use are you then?" " Actually, I am very good at -" " Rhetorical question," Jacquard interrupted. "Oh." " How many thousands of years had they had? And they still could not give them a sense of humor.

We order our drinks — mine a decaf, now — and find our way to the parenting section. Bill picks up a book called "How to Baby-Proof Literally Everything" and gives me a playful look. "Looks like I'll have to study up for when he's over here," he jokes, making me laugh at the thought of our energetic little one exploring Bill's spotless apartment. He quickly looks through the book and then, with a smile, shows me another one. "How about 'Dad Jokes for Every Occasion'? Gotta be ready," he jokes, and I playfully roll my eyes, laughing with him.