Reading Books In Ipad Novels & Stories

I saw him already changing his clothes and he's currently reading something with his iPad. "You can sleep on the guess bedroom, it's right beside my room." He said and I walked to him. "What are you reading?" I asked as I sat on his lap. He was reading an e-book and I turned to him. "You're not tired?" I asked. "Tired of you, yes." He looked straight at me and I glared at him. I took his iPad away and put it on the table in front of us. I sat on his lap facing him and cupped his face.

“Tell me about it. Okay?” She pressed her lips and shook her head. “Take your time, baby.” He said softly. “Take your time.” He took his tablet and showed it to her. “I bought this because I think I needed it. Then, I got busy with work and I have a working tablet. I wanted to read novels from here and bring them everywhere but it didn’t happen.” He told her as she giggled. He showed her a lot of novels that he bought through an ebook. She looked happy as she couldn’t wait to start reading.

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.