Librarian Stories

My first day on the job, Arrived quarter till nine; To the frowning Miss Fanny, I'd be a ray of sunshine. She peered over her glasses At my color-streaked hair; She was rethinking her bun, I could tell by her stare. "Sort the shelves in the back And empty this cart." Was my first given task, I was eager to start. Upon seeing the bookcases, My mouth gasped at the sight. I must restore order To this library's plight. "Twas...

So there I lay, my arms splayed out with one wrist tied to each bedpost, my ankles tied to the lower ones and a pillow wedged up under my hips. Because of the blindfold and headphones, I had no idea what she was up to. Perhaps I should back up a bit. Laura seemed like a shy, almost painfully bookish librarian. She wasn’t particularly pretty. She had mousey brown hair she kept in a bun, except for a few stray wisps at the...