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.
