Jessie stepped on something. She heard a
- Jessie stepped on something. She heard a creaking sound - suddenly they librarys vast book case was toppling upon her, book cascading like a water fall of pages. She screamed. But,
- the evil librarian pushing the shelves over only laughed. She hated Jessie. He'd never returned their copy of the novelization of the movie, "Karate Kid." She noticed a book on
- a student's head, and quickly snatched it and slapped him across the face with it. "Haven't you animals read Rule 22235 in the Guidebook for appropriate library usage!?"
- 'RULE 22235: BOOKS ARE FOR GETTING AHEAD, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. It felt good to repeat those lines again. Bridget the librarian had been away for far to long. The abduction
- of her sister and the ensuing trek across three continents, not to mention the breakup of a prominent smuggling ring, had left her drained, physically and emotionally. It felt good
- to be back among her native Fore people and eat brain after her successful adventure. It was the perfect cover for her activities as CIA agent in Papua
- Fritua, the headquarters of the leading french fry manufacturer in Oceania. Her CIA duties soon brought her back there. She received word that the whole spud thing was an elaborate
- front for the largest Viagra manufacturer on Earth. It had to be shut down. That was the only way to stop all the old people from doing
- each other. There is nothing worse than the slow rhythmic slapping of wrinkled skin on wrinkled skin. Except for smirking grandpas hiding their arousal behind books. Viagra factory
- or not, I wasn't about to let them see me watching. I pulled up my pants and hightailed out of there. Thinking back now, I never should have got into that cab at 23rd and Jackson.
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- 2011-01-26 11:07:41
- Finished
- 2011-07-29 18:45:01
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