The Library Session, from THIRTY-ONE DAYS The librarian returned to the reading lounge. The librarian was Cindy Waterford, also my next door neighbor. I was about to test the town rumor mill. Did she or didn’t she? Cindy carried a designer jacket over her arm and a designer purse in her hand. She appeared to be ready for the drive home. This was not a happy moment for me. Perhaps the rumor mill was wrong. My cock ebbed, b...

CHAPTER ONE This is certainly not the best part of the big city. Sitting in the parking lot across the street from my destination, I see nothing but dull, worn, dirty brick. The street level windows are covered in metal caging. Graffiti is sprayed here and there. The building I am interested in is two stories high and at least a hundred years old. The ground level started life as a small manufacturer, with offices and liv...