As a much older version of her former self, Johnny almost chortled out in delight at the grown woman across from him at his desk. The scowling that laid her brow a bit thicker into it. How she looked with her arms crossed in her growing annoyance. He soon expected her to kick up her feet on his desk as if she owned it, but right now he got her almost cranky self.

"That face is making me fall much harder for you." He chastised her playfully.

"Where is that contract you want me to sign? You know the one that I have to read to make sure of everything." Helga had her own job to get to and he was wasting valuable time.

"What's with the fire, love? It is on its way." If he wasn't in a relationship with six other models, Johnny would be courting this one too.

Leaning forward slightly, Helga was tempted. Highly tempted, that she wanted to push him out the window. "I have a job to do. I still have food to place on that table." She reminded him.

Waving her worries away, Johnny watched the door open and close with his lawyer with the contract. "Here we go. Now just sign and we'll be done."

"Uh uh." Helga went through the contract with a fine toothed comb. "I said I won't be doing any nudity." Ticking that off she continued. "This is only for one show and that is final." Finding another number that certainly wasn't discussed, Helga slammed the contract down , stood up, and marched out of there. "Lying piece of shit. You also said $10,000."

Johnny sighed at her dismissing herself before flinging the contract at the lawyer. "Change it again." He was already exasperated. "We must have her."

X

Ruby approached the young man in the Reference section. All this time that Helga had been seeing him, Ruby had not much more of a clue about him except that he was in a relationship with her employee, and he was handsome. He was here mostly to study, but saw how it often shifted under the guise of the cameras, to observe Helga.

"Good afternoon." Ruby greeted him. "I'm Helga's boss, Ruby. Aren't you Arnold?"

Arnold was surprised to be approached by the woman. While he has seen her around he just never heard her speak whenever he was near enough. Observing the woman she almost resembled Tish Wittenberg, but with greying brown hair that was held back in a french braid. Extending his hand out he was greeted by a very firm touch. "Hello, Ruby. Yes I'm Arnold."

She spotted nervousness in the man but a fine bit of sureness in his eyes. "I hear you are treating our girl beautifully. I envision her like a daughter I never had. She is such a spitfire at times, but also sweet."

Removing his nervousness, Arnold smiled at her description. "There are lots of reasons why I'm in love with her and those are one of the two reasons why I do. I find more amazing things about her each day."

Ruby spotted the pure love. "I met my husband in a library. Not this one, but I was just a teenager on the cusp of adulthood. He said once he saw me he had to introduce yourself."

"That's great to hear. How long have you been married?" Arnold grinned in appreciation. He loved couples that had long marriages. It often gave him all this hope.

"Thirty-two years. We have a couple of children, now adults. It is rewarding."

Relaxing even more with Ruby, Arnold continued to talk to her. He found out the more they talked about his grandparents and his parents with another person with a long term marriage, his thoughts ran to Helga in a wedding gown. He thought about having children again. More siblings for Hailie. This was a great break from the hectic finals that were happening.

X

Helga finally came in from Johnny's office practically groaning away as she placed her stuff away. Smiling at Ruby in greeting she was told to stop so they can talk. It was a voice that wasn't truly discernible so Helga learned not to expect anything great from that tone of voice.

Ruby knew by Helga's stance right now that she was tensing her body to expect good or bad news. Keeping her face immobile as she went to stand in front of her, Ruby was tempted in playing with the purple strand that immediately annoyed her. She hated it when it brushed near the eyes. It always worried her when people did that.

"I spoke to your boyfriend today."

Helga tensed once more hoping she didn't ban him from here. "And?"

Her laughter was a light joy that escaped her mouth. "Relax. I love him. He's a grounded young man. You are truly lucky to know someone who was raised beautifully."

Releasing a sigh of relief, Helga placed a hand on her shoulder. "One of my many reasons why I love him. Glad you approve."

"Oh I do. Also he's upstairs because a gaggle of horny females were hounding him and his friend. They rushed up there to study in peace."

Smiling at the information, Helga told her she'll do her rounds right now. Out the office she headed upstairs to snap her fingers at a couple heading to town. Issuing a warning to them, she moved on to find Gerald reading away. Approaching him she made some small talk before heading to where Arnold was.

Heading to Arnold, Helga felt much lighter just seeing him. Her anger seemed to melt away. "So will you run away from me?"

Blood flowed where it shouldn't be right now at the sound of her voice. It felt like a liquid that seeped into him and bringing him into a heavenly flow. "I will never run away from you." Placing the book aside, Arnold loved how she always fit into his arms. "I'm so happy to finally see you."

She melted more against him. "Ruby told me you and Gerald were hounded by horny girls."

He groaned at that. "The only horny girl I want to hound me is you."

Pushing him back further, Helga brought him further into the section to activate her card. Hearing the slight click from after she passed the card through, Helga brought him into a section only for employees. There was no camera here, and she had a feeling that Ruby will be trusting her. "No one will disturb us here."

Arnold looked around the room to find a table in the middle with two chairs on separate sides of the room. It looked like a supply closet for the upstairs mostly. His eyes going back to hers he had to ask. "How was your meeting?"

"Annoying. They put in their contract that I will not be opposed to doing nudity. They wanted me to do more shows, and wanted to offer me way less. I ticked those off and I just left the room. Let me see what the new contract will look like." Bringing him more to the middle this is what she wanted right now. "I was thinking on my drive here how much I will love to see your handsome face."

Feeling her skilled hands undoing his pants Arnold wanted to object, but couldn't. What is everyones fantasy? Having sex with a librarian in the library. "You sure about this?"

Removing her underwear, Helga hiked up her skirt before sitting on the table. Pulling him against her, Helga's voice was already husky from lust. "What does this look like to you?"

Arnold hated quickies. With her he always wanted to take his time with her. He loved several hours with her as opposed to a few minutes. Right now he couldn't deny his desire as they quickly made love. Arnold always had to observe the way she looked when she did. She never had the scrunched up face like some he's been with. This woman was simply amazing. He felt it looked poetic. The thing he worried about is releasing himself inside of her without protection. They weren't ready for that next step so informing her after her own release, Arnold was surprised when she made him separate to allow him it elsewhere.

They were both satisfied and with her snickering at her bad behavior she led him through another door so they can clean up. "Well sex is a great stress reliever." Was her comment.

Arnold's tongue was practically lolling out of his mouth in his own bliss. She wasn't kidding about that because when they finally emerged from the supply area, Arnold took the book he was looking at back to his table. Gerald didn't say a word to him, but his aware smile told him enough.

Helga went to her duties feeling like she was floating rather than walking.

Late at night, John was walking home from the convenience store with some milk in his bag. No true thoughts in his head besides to always remember to write a shopping list out next time he goes shopping for the week. Work day was a bit dull even if he knew that something happened upstairs between, Arnold and Helga. Almost smiling at that thought simply because of the rule breaking, John found himself too tired for anything else. His plan was to put the milk in his fridge and place his head on his pillow.

"Yeah well I don't want anymore either!"

John had hardly any time to react after someone yelled that out when a man was being pushed out of the bar. Watching him make rude gestures to whomever pushed the man out, John just watched him berate the person before he turns to face him. John judged that he was at least 6 feet tall, dark shaggy hair, glasses, and lean build. The guy was a nice looking person, but drunk.

The man with dark hair spotted him before rushing up to him. "Please tell me that is beer." He begged.

"Milk." John stated plainly. The man smelled like a beer factory right now. "You smell like you really had enough."

"Yeah well." John watched as his hazel eyes screwed up in the air before falling down on the ground. "I'm okay." The male began to laugh uncontrollably as he got on all fours. "Oh I sound like Eugene."

Raising his eyebrow up at the comparison and the signature way Eugene sounded had John helping him up. "You mean, Eugene Horowitz?"

"Mmm hmmm. The very fucking same. Good guy. Klutzy guy." Stumbling on his feet after being held up the man stood back to raise one hand in the air. "And I am Thaddeus Gammelthorpe! My friends call me Curly. The girl of my dreams chewed me up and spit me out. I loved her you see. LOVED HER! Now look at me."

Hearing about his situation from his new found friends, John lifted his cellphone up to contact, Arnold. "Uh hey, Arnold." Curly kept on spouting more things out about his lost love. "I have your friend Curly here. He's drunk as a skunk."

Curly ran up to grab John's phone. "Curly! This is Arnold!" Laughing at his error, he continued, "Arnold, this is Curly. Rhonda is a biiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttcccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. You heard me. She's a B-I-T-C-H. What does that spell? Bitch. That is what Rhonda is to me. A female dog." Tossing John's phone back to him, Curly started to bark like a dog.

John told Arnold he was bringing him to his apartment. Giving him the address, John hung up. "Thaddeus. Why don't you come with me. Arnold will be right over."

In the middle of the street, Curly was sitting up like a dog. Hearing John mention Arnold coming over got him running to his side. "Okay!"

John was in for a long night it seemed.

A/N: Sorry for the little cliffhanger there. I'm not sorry about Arnold and Helga getting a little naughty in the library. My boyfriend challenged me to write out a bit of fantasy so I did. It isn't as in depth due to the T rating, but I told him to secure us a library if you really want it to come true lol.

I know I'll get Rhonda to redeem herself one way or another. I'm not completely making her a lifelong villain. She really isn't one actually. She is just a little screwed up right now.