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and propose to Monica. But instead;
    “ I think I’ll
stick with the miss, miss,” he said
charmingly with a hidden smile.
    “ For now, I
hope ,” s he
replied teasingly, hiding the
hopefulness of her words.
    He sighed and walked up to and
opened the large door. He held it open with his right hand, tilted
down his head and motion for Monica to enter as if she were a
customer. She went in and he followed closing the door behind
him.
    As he entered, a wash of fresh
air scented with mint hit him in the face. The book-store was
rectangular and plain with a forty by sixty metre floor area and
around five metres in height. The walls were painted cream white
and adorned with portraits and paintings of landscapes and writers
the likes of Hemingway, C. Clarke, Shakespeare and some of the
other more notables. On the far left stood the desk and chair of
the cashier which was where Monica was stationed. Six rows of
shelves ran parallel to the longest wall of the book-store. Each
shelve had a row of six divisions with eight columns and since
rarely anyone came and borrowed books, the shelves were virtually
full. The number of books recorded in the store’s records numbered
at over twenty five hundred.
    Monica took off her flat shoes
and place them on the carpet floor behind the counter. She enjoyed
the feeling of her feet on the grassy carpet, and most often would
not walk but rather drag her feet when she moved around the
book-store. She always wore nail polish and this week was green,
matching her eyes.
    “ Anything
important you want me to do ?” Lysei said .
    “ Same as
yesterday, just look busy darling,” she
replied joking, then “ b ut, there is one thing… b e a dear , I need you to go buy some plastic covering
papers…Some of these books need covering.” As she spoke, she opened
the petty-cash drawer and took out a roll of money tied with an
elastic band. She counted thirty pounds.
    “ First try the
gift shop across the street…If you don’t get em there, look around.
Buy enough for about 70, 80 books, okay.”
    “Alright .” He
reached out to take the money, and purposefully, touched her hand
longer than was required. They both blushed, him at his bravery,
and her at not removing her hand. These subtle advances were
gaining momentum and soon would be strong enough for bolder
gestures.
    I love
you , h e said to her in his mind as
he walked towards the door.
    I love
you , s he said to him in her mind,
looking down at her hand and feeling the redness on her
cheeks.
    He opened the door and left,
leaving it to close by itself. Monica leaned over the desk and
looked through the window at Lysei. To her he was the ideal man.
She started thinking;
    Lysei,
Dammi t I appeal to you, please just
hold me. I wonder what moves him…I’ve never seen him with a woman.
No Monica, surely a man such as he has tons of them waiting in
line. Such a strong jaw line. I want him so bad, I want him inside
of me. Things I would do to satisfy him…why yes, with all
that ’ s in the world, he needs a
woman to release tension, a beautiful, sexy woman like me. You’re
such a naughty girl. I need sex too. I want to be put down…I want
to bend over and be taken, I want it, I want him, all of him.
Dammit, now I’m wet. I feel, I’m too inhibited. Rachel gets it
every day. No, Monica, you are a woman, not some filthy slut like
that bitch Rachel. You don’t care about sex, you make love. You are
still somebody’s daughter and banging is for married people only.
But nobody’s married and they are banging. It’s so hard…No it’s
easy, so long as you are in the right. Now calm down…The picture is
simple, Lysei is going nowhere…He is yours…And I am his. Am I old
school? Is old school the right way? The whores at school used to
make fun of you. I don’t care, I know what moves me. And I will die
a martyr of my believes. What time is it? Eleven…Dammit
Monica, an hour this time, you
shouldn’t go so deep in thought. What’s