I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING NOT THE CHARACTERS AND NOT THE PLOT

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ENJOY MY SECOND STORY THIS ONE SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONES ARE LONGER

SORRY FOR THE HOLD UP AL TRY TO UPLODE 2 OF THEM TOMORROW AND THANK YOU FOR READING.

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IM NOT EXACTLY SURE

WHEN I BEGAN TO FEEL THAT WAY.

MAYBE A LITTLE PIECE OF ME

ALWAYS HAS. ITS HARD TO REMEMBER.

BUT I DO KNOW THINGS REALLY

BEGAN TO SPIN OUT OF CONTROL

AFTER MY FIRST SEX DREAM.

AS SEX DREAMS GO, THERE WASNT

MUCH SEX, JUST A COLLAGE

OF VERY HOT KISSES, AND JUSTIN PROUDS

HANDS, EXPLORING EVERY INCH

OF MY BODY, AT MY FERVENT

INVITATION. AS A STAWART MORMON

HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR, DRILLED

CEASELESSLY ABOUT THE DIRE

CATASTROPHE AWITING THOSE

WHO HARBORED IMPURE THOUGHTS,

I HAD NEVER KISSED A BOY,

HAD NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED

THAT I MIGHT ENJOY SUCH

AN UNCLEAN THING, UNTIL

LITERATURE OPENED MY EYES.

SEE, THE LIBRARY

WAS MY SANCTUARY

THROUGH MIDDLE

SCHOOL, LIBRARIANS

WERE LIKE GUARDIAN

ANGELES. SPINTERISH

GUARDIAN ANGELS, WITHGRAYING HAIR AND BEARDY EYES, MAGNIFIED THROUGH

READING GLASSES,

AND ALWAYS READY

TO RECOMMEND NEW

LITERARY WINDOWS

TO GAZE THROUGH.

A. A. MILNR. BEATRIX

POTTER. LEWIS

CARROL. KENNETH

GRAHAME. E. B.

WHITE. BEVERLY ,

CLEARY. EVES BUNTING. - THEN I STARTED HIGH

SCHOOL, WHERE THE

NOT-SO-BOOKISH

LIBRARIAN WAS HALF

ANGEL, HALF SHE-DEVIL

SO SAYETH THE RUMOR

MILL. I HARDLY CRAD

MS. ROSE WAS ALL

I COULD HOPE I MIGHT

ONE DAY BE: ASPEN

PHISIQUE, NEW PENNY

HAIR, AURRORA GREEN

EYES, AND HANDS THAT

COULD SPEAK. SHE

WALKED ON AIR. MS.

ROSE SHUTTERED OLD

WINDOWS, OPENED

PORTALS UNDREAMED OF

AND JUST BEYOND,

WHAT FANTASTIC WORLDS!!

I MET HER MY FRESHMAN YEAR,

ALL WIDE-EYED AND DIM ABOUT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL,

A BIG NEW SCHOOL, WITH POLISHED HALLWAYS

AND HULKING LOCKERS AND DOORS THAT LED

WHO-KNEW-WHERE?

A SCARY NEW SCHOOL, FILLED WITH TOWERING

TEACHERS AND SNICKERING STUDENTS,

IMPOSSIBLE SCHEDULES, TOUGH EXPECTATIONS,

AND ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES.

THE LIBRARY, WITH ITS PAPER PERFUME,

WHISPERED QUERIES, AND COPY

MACHINE SHUFFLES, WAS THE ONLY FAMILIAR

PLACE ON THE ENTIRE CAMPUS.

AND THERE WAS MS. ROSE.

HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

FRESH OFF A FLING WITH C. S.

LEWIS AND MEDELEINE L'ENGLE,

HUNGRY FOR TRAVEL FAR FROM HOME,

I WHISPERED, "FANTASY, PLEASE."

SHE SMILED. FALLOW ME.

I KNOW JUST WHERE TO TAKE YOU.

I SHADOWED HER TO TOLKIEN'S

MIDDLE-EARTH AND ROWLINGS

SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY,

PLACES NO UPSTANDING MORMON SHOULD GO.

WHEN YOU FINISH THOSE,

I'D BE HAPPY TO SHOW YOU MORE.