She reached out and touched my balls as if weighing them in her hands. She squeezed them a little hard that I expected and I winced.“Sorry,” she s...aid letting go quickly.“It’s okay.”She reached out and took them again this time massaging them slower and softer. Her hand moved up to my shaft. She took it in her hand slid her hand from the base to my head and back again. She must have noticed me shiver as she did it again squeezing harder this time.I reached out and grabbed her breasts one in each. The middle-aged woman behind the desk acknowledged her with a small smile. Where in the Dewey decimal system might he lurk, she wondered, her nerves jangling, her sneakers lightly squeaking on the linoleum, heading back into the stacks, rows and rows of metal shelving. When she turned a corner at the end of a row in the most remote part, she saw him at the same moment he grabbed her by the sweatshirt and pulled her to him, backed her against a row of shelves and kissed her hotly. She hadn’t. Rick seemed cool enough, he was personable but really never thought beyond that. One day i received a call from Mary asking me to come over to her new place. I didn't know what to expect, i didn't know if it was a booty call her what but i didn't ask questions i just headed over to the new address she gave me. Getting there i learned that Rick and her had moved in together. The place seemed nice as she let me in and we sat on the couch. We made small talk about her and rick and the new place.. Now she was holding a mirror up to let him see someone he, under the surface, didn't care much for; the old Gerry Granahan."OK, I get it. It was an asshole thing to say to someone I want to respect me and us together as a couple. You KNOW I meant it to be on a different level. You only have my word to trust me by and you don't have a reason to doubt me." He defended himself."I know I don't Gerry, but every time I tell someone who asks who I'm going out with, I get the look, and they tell me to.