5 comments/ 113876 views/ 26 favorites Bad Vibe By: 49greg This is my first story and I am hoping for some constructive critism. The ending may sound final, but I think I can continue it, with a sexier story line. MAIN CHARACTERS: Maude Richardson: 48 years old, the librarian at the high school, 5'5" a little overweight but not excessively so, with generous hips and a shapely bottom with nicely proportionate breasts. She was starting to gray and dyed her hair jet black, she had bright blue eyes and an engaging smile, but usually at work in the library she was all business and had no use for those who weren't interested in getting an education. Craig Thorvalsson: 5'11" and 175 pounds, wiry and fit, blond haired and green eyed he had broad shoulders and a long distance runner's physique. He was a track star in season and a wide receiver on the football team. Popular but self effacing he didn't have a lot of confidence with women, he was still a virgin. He lived with his mother, his father having divorced his mother when he was only nine. He still saw his father occasionally but not often as his father lived several states away. He was very attracted to older women in general and his mother in particular. Amy Thorvalsson: Craig's mom. A successful real estate agent and partner in her own firm, at 5'6" she's a little taller than Maude with slightly smaller breasts and strawberry blond hair that she kept in a short bob. She didn't go out often, and spent most of her free time with Craig. She worried about her son and assumed that the lack of a father in the household was the reason for his awkwardness with girls, but didn't want to push him. She thought it would be better for him to be out with girls his own age, but at the same time she enjoyed that he spent so much time at home with her, and enjoyed the flirting that they did with each other. THE PARTY Lights, flashing, and noise, lots of noise, drums, yelling, was that music? Everything spinning and whirling. Clear liquid in his glass, drink. Burning, choking, ahhhhh. Not water, booze. He had to get out, headed for the sliding glass patio doors. "Hey man, where ya goin?" "gotta get out, air, need to breathe" "Nonono, go to the bedroom, here, this way dude." Hand on his arm he was led through the swirling lights, through the noise, he thought the lights were the noise. What was wrong? Was he hearing though his eyes? A room, a bunch of the guys from the team lounging in the hall, laughing, looking at him. "Go for it man, she's waiting for you, get rid of that cherry, you're the only one on the team hasn't had her." "Huh, whaaaa." "He's wasted, totally wasted." "Jenkins put something in his drink" "what?" "Who knows, Jenkins prolly don't know." "Hell, even Cherry there knows better than take something from Jenkins" "Landers said he prolly didn't see, said he saw Jenkins behind him and reach around while he was watching Kristal shaking her boobs on the dance floor." "He's totally fucked." "Ain't fucked, just need air." "In here Craigy poooh." "Whaaa?" The small room was dim, someone in the double bed, something draped over the bedside lamp. Arms held up, legs splayed and bent. He staggered closer, a face at the top of the body on the bed, smiling, open mouth, words coming out, slurred, he could almost see them as dark blurry maroon lengths of ribbon coming from her mouth. Closer still and he saw that it was just dark lipstick smeared around her lips, more on her face and forehead, smeared blotched, white goo splattered, some were once words, some just smeared from her lips. he could make out "fuck" and "me", on her chest above her breasts where, "cum whore" and on her belly, "team pump." She had nice boobs, about a handful sized, sagging to the side, with big long nipples, there were bite marks and bruises on her breasts, and the nipples had what looked like shoelaces tied in bows on each one. Her chest was cum smeared and splattered, some dried and some fresher. "cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it." The words were slurred and uttered in a monotone, the eyes watery with smeared cum and makeup around them, they sounded like they were learned. She started again, "cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it." "That's it old lady, you learned the words, now give cherry a smile and a fuck." She smiled, a grimace, a grotesque parody, the smears and words on her naked body making it surreal. He knew the voice, even in his state he knew the voice, knew he had heard it before. He looked again. The hair was matted and disordered, but it was jet black, so black that he knew it came from a bottle. Her pubes, he could see now had some grey mixed in, a salt and pepper look, her belly was full, not fat, just a little plump, but sagged from her position. "Please, please" "Look at that cherry, she's begging for you" "How many so far?" "How many had her? Just 10 so far, starting offense gets her first, then starting defense, then the benchwarmers get her. They were going to let the defense start but I spotted you on the couch, had to get my fav receiver in before those guys." The woman was whimpering now, small whispers of "please" softly coming out. He was suddenly sober. He shook his head, and only a small spasm of dizziness resulted. He recognized her. He was shocked, whatever was in his system was getting overridden by adrenalin, he started to feel like he did in a game. Tense, but loose, his mind going over all the possibilities in a second, he was suddenly aware, knew where everything in the room was, the position of every object and person, without looking he could see it in his mind. He also knew that he had to do something, anything, to get this poor lady out of here. He was erect, horny, aroused like never before. He had never seen a naked woman except in pictures or on a computer screen. He never expected it to be like this. Part of him wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck her. But he couldn't. and he felt sick and ashamed that anyone would do this to any woman. "Thanks dude. Didn't want to go to the University still a virgin. Not what I expected though." The words almost caught in his throat, but he knew that he had to play along. "S'allright dude. My pleasure." He hated the slimeball. The rich shit, every stupid mean and ugly thing he did, his lawyer father got him out of, he wasn't even the best quarterback on the team, but he started every game. He was good, but there were better who warmed benches and only went in occasionally. "Look man, I need privacy, don't want some drunk second stringer deciding he wants my ass, ya know?" "dude" "Leave me alone with her and I'll make her sing." "She's all yours, I'll watch the door. Don't let her get too loud, don't want the neighbors looking around. Take some pics of her, we've been doing it all night, make her smile as she sucks you off dude." Slimeball left the camera on the bedside table, went out the door and shut it. He went to the door and carefully turned the locking mechanism. Then went to the bed. "Mrs. Richardson" he whispered in her ear. "What happened, do you want leave." "please please, please." Then the monotone wrote: "cumon big boy, common stud, cumon, put it in me, need more, gotta have more cock, cumon stud man, get on me, maude needs it." "Mrs Richardson, can you stand? What did they do?" "please, please, can you help, it isn't a trick?" "No, be quiet, where are you clothes?" She sobbed, then: "In my office, they stripped me in my office, forced me to drink something, said they would kill me if I didn't do as they said, they brought me here naked." "Can you move? Can you get up." "I'm better, it's wearing off, I was afraid they would give me more drugs, so I tried to act like I was still drugged." "Come on, we'll go out the window." Afterwards he thought that they must have looked like idiots, trying to get out of the window, she was naked and still woozy from whatever date rape drug that she had been given, he still reeling from the un-accustomed alcohol he had consumed and whatever it was that someone spiked his drink with. Once in the side yard, around the corner from the pool and the partying going on there, he tried a gate in the privacy fence that looked like it would lead to the next door house. He had only been to the Wilkinson home a few times when he brought Sherry home from school, but nothing ever developed and after a few dates he hardly ever saw her. Hid did know that the Morgans lived next door, Mrs. Morgan was a friend of his Mother, so she might be able to help. And he thought that the Hathaways lived somewhere on the block as well, his mother knew them as well, but he had only met Mrs Hathaway once. Once in the next yard, also surrounded by a privacy fence he looked at the Morgan house, no lights on, they were between the house and the garage, he looked into a garage window and could barely make out one car, but it looked like one was missing. Perhaps they were out for the evening. He knew he had to get Mrs. Richardson further away, anyone looking over the fence would see them in the bright moonlight. He led Mrs Richardson around the garage and across the patio to the far side of the house. On the way he peered into the glass patio doors as well as the kitchen window. Both were curtained off , and no lights showed in the house. Every few steps she took he could hear wet noises coming from her pussy, realizing it was what the boys called "pussy farts", the semen in her pussy was letting air out as she moved. He was fascinated by it, but the further they went, the less it happened. There was no tall privacy fence on the far side of the house, just a low picket fence in front of a chest high hedge. The tension, alcohol and activity had an effect on his system, and without warning he suddenly started throwing up, he had no idea that he had that much in him. It seemed like it would never stop. When he had spewed all that there was he started to dry heave. When he finally finished he noticed Mrs. Richardson next to him, on her hands and knees also throwing up. He couldn't help himself, in spite of it all he started to get an erection again, her bottom was bigger than what the young girls at school would want, but he thought it was sexy, from his position he could see her tits move an sway as she heaved. Get a grip he told himself, you can't get turned on by this it is so wrong. She wiped her mouth and looked around, then crawled to a faucet at the side of the house and turned it on and took a drink from it, rinsed her mouth and spat. She started splashing it around her face and rubbing the marks on her chest trying to wipe them off. She took another mouthful of water and spat again, then finally drank a mouthful. Her pussy let out one last splatting sound. She covered her face with her hands and her shoulders shook. He came over to her and crouching beside her, "We have to get further away, I parked my car further down the block, if we can get past another house we can get to it, but it's on the other side of the street." There were cars parked all up and down the block, the after-graduation party was a big one, and in full swing, all the "in" people from the school were there, his old compact looked out of place among all the expensive European and Japanese sport and luxury cars. He noticed her shivering and took off his shirt to give her. Once it was buttoned up the tails covered most of her bottom and pubes. He thought to himself that it was a shame to cover her up, she was so sexy even in the sad condition she was in. She turned to look at him oddly for a second then said "Thank you". Shit, he mentally kicked himself, I must have been thinking out loud. Over the next few minutes they furtively managed to move through several more back yards until he could see that they were opposite his car. Carefully looking out onto the sidewalk, he got behind a tree and peered down the street, there was some kind of commotion going on and he distinctly heard slimeball yelling at someone and heard the phrase "Where is she!" several times. Taking a chance he motioned for her to join him at the tree, then taking her hand they dashed across the street and crouched in front of his car, he took his keys and opened the drivers' side door and got in, for once grateful that the dome light inside didn't work. He leaned across the car and unlocked the passenger door and she slid in next to him. Starting the car up he slowly pulled out into the street, not turning on his headlights until they were several blocks away. "Can I take you home?" "No, no, they might know where I live. Oh god, they have pictures of me, that camera even takes video, they took pictures and made me smile, they hit me and used a stun gun on me and forced me to smile. They said that they would edit the video and pictures so that it would look like I was willing and even, maybe, seduced them!" I'm ruined." She began to sob. "Was it just that camera in the room?" "Yes, they used it from the beginning, they kept it in the room after they brought me there, every one of them took a picture of me smiling around their cock, and they all masturbated and squirted on me, before they took turns raping me." "So it was just that one camera, then?" "Yes I think so." "No cell phone cameras?" "I don't know, I don't think so. He was bragging about making a whole album and burning disks for everyone, and told them that once they had all the pictures I wouldn't be able to stop them doing anything to me whenever they wanted." Her voice was dull monotone. When she finished she looked straight ahead, more tears streaming down her face. "Did you see them take it away at any time, do you think they downloaded anything to a laptop?" "No, I think it was just the camera, and it was there all the time." "I think you're OK." They were stopped at a traffic signal, he reached across and pulled a small memory card from the front pocket of the shirt he had given her. He could feel her breast under his fingers but she didn't move. He held up the card, "I took it from the camera before we climbed out the window." He had a smug smile on his face. "Oh, god, thankyouthankyouthankyou......she started mumbling again and then slumped down in the seat, finally passing out. As he pulled into traffic on a main artery heading across town he started hearing regular breathing that indicated deep sleep. A half hour later he turned into the street where his Aunt and Uncle lived and was soon pushing the button on the remote garage door opener, Mrs. Richardson jerked awake as the car pulled into the garage and the door slid down behind them. She looked at him fearfully and pulled away from him like a wild animal. "Where is this, where are we?" "I didn't know anywhere to go, so I drove to My Aunt and Uncles' house, they're on a cruise in the Mediterranean and I have the keys, I'm supposed to keep an eye on the place and mow the lawn, they're paying me to do some painting in the Den and spare bedroom. I've got keys and the garage door opener. No-one at school knows about it – I was afraid they would be dropping in to party if anyone found out. You can stay here for a few days." He helped her out of the car and into the house. The house had three bedrooms upstairs and an office/den downstairs. He showed her the spare room and then led her to the bathroom. "You can clean up in here, I'll find a robe or something for you." Maude Richardson sat on the toilet and sobbed for a few minutes before getting up, taking off the shirt and looking at herself in the mirror, noticing that there was a full length one on the back of the door. She tried to wipe of some of the words, and they smeared she realized that they used lipstick and not marker. "Thank goodness for small favors" she mumbled to herself. She spent a long time under the water, scrubbing and washing and rinsing, at some point she remembered a knock on the door and heard Craig mumble something about a robe. When the water began to get cold she finally shut it off and stepped out to dry herself off. A plush terry robe was folded on the vanity and after drying herself and wrapping her hair in a towel she opened the door. She wandered through into the kitchen and found Craig sitting there drinking an orange juice. "I don't know how to thank you" "Any decent person would have done it Mrs Richardson" "You must have been the only decent person there then" Tears started to fill her eyes and suddenly he was holding her gently. She started, then relaxed and cried and cried as he eased her into a chair, keeping his arms around her, stroking her back like he would a frightened animal. When she calmed down she kept her face nestled into his chest and started to talk. "They made me say those things, they hit me, pinched me, then used an electric stun gun on me every time I got it wrong, it was terrible, I would jerk and flop around and pass out each time, and they kept doing it to me until I said those things." "No one would think you were saying that voluntarily, the way you were saying it was made me realize that something was terribly wrong." "I saw you, I thought you were a decent boy, and I saw you come in, then the look on your face, and they were saying that you were drugged too, then you wanted to be with me by yourself my heart sunk and I thought I would die, then you helped me get out of there. I am so grateful, I can't say how much." "Look you're very tired Mrs Richardson, I think you should go to bed and get some sleep, we can sort things out in the morning when I come back here." "No, you can't leave me alone!" "I can't stay in the same place as you, it would look bad." "NO!" She was nearly hysterical, she was terrified of being alone. He saw that and thought he could talk his Mother into letting him stay. "Ok, look, I'll have to call my mother and let her know, I think she half expects me to stay out tonight anyway. I'll have to explain about you though..." "Oh god, they know where you live, what if they attack your mother?" He suddenly realized that she was right, those guys were out of control and they might try something with her in revenge, they had to know by now that he had snuck her out of there. "Craig, you have a cell phone, you call your mother and I'll talk to her, she can pack some clothes for both of you and stay here, but she should leave quickly. Then I need to talk to my sister." Craig got his Mom on the phone and started to explain to her, but was quickly interrupted: "Craig, are you all right, Mrs Hathaway called and said that they big graduation party on her street was raided by the police, she called them when she saw some naked people sneaking through her yard, I was afraid you were involved. She called me because after she called the police she thought that one of them looked like you. Are you in trouble, you must tell me." He tried to calm his mother down, then Mrs Richardson took the phone away from him began to explain. In very terse terms and quickly and clinically she described what had been done to her, and how Craig had saved her. They both agreed that if the police were involved that Mrs Thorvalsson was safe, but that she would come anyway. Mrs Richardson was holding herself together by nerves alone. Craig couldn't help but admire the way that her mind had continued to work in spite of the obvious fatigue, her hands shook and her entire body would give an involuntary shiver every few minutes. He also couldn't help but notice that her robe had gotten looser and he could see large portions of the inside of her breasts, he was still aroused by her, as he had been every time he saw her in the library, in spite of her frumpy clothes he always thought she was a good looking woman. Bad Vibe After she got off the phone with Mrs. Thorvalsson, Maude dialed another number and again was all business as she called her sister. Mary Bowman was her sister and was an assistant district attorney for the state and was well known to be very harsh on any sex crimesl. "Yes Mary" Maude Richarson was saying into the phone, "yes, they raped me, they took me, they used a stun gun repeatedly they made me beg them to fuck me, they gang raped me. They were High School boys Mary! They kidnapped me from my office in the library, they broke into the library after hours and stripped me. I HAVE proof, they filmed the whole thing and I have the memory card from the camera, they filmed me getting hit with the stun gun, they filmed me being forced to drink some drugged liquid, they fimed me being gang raped. Yes I showered, but I took sampled, I swabbed with qtips I found in the bathroom, I scrubbed my body of their disgusting fluids and scraped out my fingernails onto some toilet tissue. I have it all." After the conversation she slumped down, looked at Craig and said, "It may not be admissible, at least the samples." We should have gone to a hospital, but I didn't think to until I was in the bathroom and just did what I could. I like to watch those forensic shows on TV, that gave me the idea." This memory card from the camera should be all we need though." Craig couldn't help but admire the courage she showed, that even after everything done to her she kept her head and was looking for revenge. Craig's Mom arrived about then, and was let into the garage. There was barely time for introductions before a police cruiser closely followed by an unmarked police car with a female detective pulled up to the house. The uniformed officer was also a woman. Once inside the detective interviewed Mrs Richardson and then Craig separately. The police officers then took Mrs Richardson into the spare bedroom and took pictures of her nude to show the bruises and contusions. They took the "evidence" that Maude had collected and treated it as if they had collected it themselves, mentioning however that it would be up to a judge to determine if the self collected evidence would be admissible in court. After the police left everything got very quiet, The three of them decided it would be more convenient if they all drove over to the Craig and Amy's house, and in spite of the late hour and how weary she was, Maude agreed. Mrs Thorvalsson handed out the clothes she brought, a skirt and blouse that should fit, as well as some underwear and t shirt to wear to bed. She also had Clean things for Craig, Once again Craig drove with Maude, this time clothed. When they got home they were all too tired to do more than head for bed. Craig slept on the couch, and while Maude slept in his room. In the morning Amy Thorvalsson was the first one up, and Craig awoke to the smell of bacon frying, he was sitting at the kitchen table when Maude came down. Maude was still wearing the T-shirt and panties that she wore to bed while Craig just wore some cut off jeans and T-shirt. Amy was also in just T-shirt and panties. "Well, it looks like you fell right into the relaxed dress code we have here" Amy cheerily quipped when she saw Maude. Craig just stared, he could see the impression of Maude's nipples. He didn't know why he was reacting the way he was, he had seen all there was to see last night, and he often saw his mother in the same attire, and the sight of her nipples sticking through a shirt was nothing new to him. He crossed his legs so that his growing erection wasn't so obvious. As they ate the bacon and egg breakfast the conversation turned to what their plans would be. "Well, my sister and the police will take care of those boys, so I guess I should think about getting back to my normal life, although I was getting ready to move out of town myself anyway." "I heard a rumor that you were leaving the school." Craig said. "Where are you going?" Amy queried. "I have been offered the position as head librarian at the state university. Actually I was nearly finished with cleaning out my office, nearly everything was boxed and ready to put in my car when those boys broke in." "Isn't that a big jump, going all the way to head librarian of the State University?" Amy asked. Followed immediately by, "Oh, I didn't mean to imply ..." "No that's all right, I would be a bit unusual, it is just that I had been the senior assistant librarian there before I came here 5 years ago. My Husband and I divorced, he was a professor there, and it was uncomfortable with him in the same town with his new young wife, she had been one of his students and had just graduated. I should have stayed but just felt so betrayed and miserable, I wanted to change everything. He has since been found cheating on his new wife with the daughter of the chancellor, there was a big scandal and he moved on last year. When this opportunity came up some people at the University contacted me and encouraged me to apply. "Wow, that's great Mrs Richardson, I'll be starting there this fall, maybe we'll see each other." "I don't anticipate that I'll need the kind of help you provided last night, but I will know who to call if I do need a knight in shining armor." Amy had been clearing the table of dirty dishes all this time and was putting them in the dishwasher. Craig had been keeping his eye on her and was happy with his usual morning reward of seeing her bottom clad in thin panties as she bent over to load the machine. As Maude was talking she noticed this little interplay and it seemed to her that Amy even lingered over the dishwasher so that Craig could have a long eyeful of her bottom. Amy turned, caught Maude's eye and smiled at her. She then came over to stand behind Craig as he sat at the table and put her hands on his shoulders. Maude noticed how Craig let his head sag back to rest on Amy's chest, nestled between her breasts. He suddenly realized they had company and sat forward. Amy smiled again and Maude smiled back. "It would be nice if you could look in on, or even just call Craig from time to time, he has a tendency to just follow along with whatever the rest of the crowd does, It would put my mind at ease to know that there was someone there who would keep closer tabs on him than I could from here." Maude was shocked that she was becoming aroused just from watching what was obviously innocent byplay between Mother and Son. Was she reading more into it than was there? She could see that Craig was ogling his mother, just as he was ogling her braless breasts, somehow Maude didn't think that Amy was really aware of Craig's interest. Maude thought that probably Amy still saw him as her little boy. Or else was so used to it that it just didn't register, or perhaps they were just a very touchy feely close family. In the back of her mind she had the idea that perhaps there was more going on that should between a mother and son, part of her was very excited if that was the case. Amy and her son started what was obviously part of their normal routine, teasing and chatting in a comfortable, almost flirting way. Craig had been aware of his mothers' sexy figure, her bouncing breasts and round shapely bottom since before puberty. She had always dressed very casually around the house, and it was common for her to be seen in just bra and panties as she was getting dressed in the morning, moving from her bedroom to the bathroom that they shared upstairs. He especially liked seeing her go from the bathroom to bedroom after a shower, with one towel around her hair and another wrapped around her body just above her breasts, he lived for glimpses of her flesh as she strode toward her bedroom, the towel alternately opening and closing as she walked. He often found excuses to ask her questions to prolong his view of her. Amy was also aware of his gazes. At first she was amused, then as he grew a little older she decided to be more careful, but soon she relented. In fact she was flattered and she enjoyed what she thought of as harmless flirting with him, and didn't mind that he ogled her in her casual attire. It was comfortable to dress scantily in the summer, the central air unit in the old house had a hard time keeping things cool and they usually kept it a bit warm during the summer to save money on their electric bills. Amy also was aware that for some reason Craig was very shy with girls his age. He had no reason to be, he was a handsome young man and she knew that just about any of the girls in the school would love to date him. He did go out occasionally but nothing came of any of his dates. He told her he just wasn't ready. The truth was he would get completely tongue tied with girls, and couldn't think of anything to say. She hoped that by flirting with him and being very open and casual in manner and dress he would gain confidence and familiarity with girls and get over his shyness. So they went on. Amy rarely wore a bra at home, occasionally even asking him to unhook them when she got home from work. Her usual attire around the house in the warmer months was just panties and T-shirt in the summer, or at the most a pair of short shorts, and she would touch him and snuggle up to him on the couch in the evenings. Occasionally when he was watching she would bend over keeping her legs straight, either to put something in the dishwasher, or pick something off the floor, or whatever excuse she came up with. All innocently. But for Craig it was sweet agony, he often masturbated with the picture of his Mother's body in his mind. Maude suddenly broke in to the aimless banter, "Would you two mind if I stayed over for a week or so, I just don't know if I am ready to be on my own again?" Of course they would be happy for her to stay. Craig was suddenly aware of his erection, and was enjoying looking at a different set of braless boobs. Amy was enjoying watching Craig ogle another woman, and was actually enjoying seeing the way the older woman's nipples had grown and were poking through her borrowed T-shirt. In short order the three of them got dressed. A YEAR LATER He was walking to his car with a sack of groceries that his mother had sent him for when a neighbor heading into the store saw him and started talking. "I guess that Caldwell boy is in it pretty deep." "Yeah, I suppose so." "You knew him, you were on the football team with him last year in High School weren't you?" "Yeah I knew him, didn't see him much outside of school though." They were sure keeping things quiet at the trial, I hear that there was some photographic and video evidence that they wouldn't show until the spectators were cleared out. I hear you gave some evidence too." He was obviously fishing for information on what was the most talked about trial in town, and one where almost no-body knew what went on due to the confidential nature of the evidence. "Yeah, most of the football team and cheerleaders were there giving evidence the day I was there." "Aren't you just about the only one on the football team that didn't get some kind of sentence, community service or anything at all, aren't you?" "I guess I just didn't mix with that crowd much outside of school." "I hear Caldwell is going to spend some serious time in the State Pen. They say that he had videos of over a dozen women he raped and threatened and his Dad kept things hushed up, it was all in his room at home, just sitting on a shelf with his other DVDs and CDs. He must have just done one too many." "Something like that I guess." "It must have been too much for even his Dad to keep quiet this time. I hear it all started with that graduation party someone threw over on that side of town. Mrs Hathaway was telling my wife she couldn't sleep for the noise, and when she looked out of the window she swore she saw a naked woman and a man sneaking around her back yard. She was the one called the cops, I hear they found all kinds of drugs, and it all came out when one of those kids blabbed about some woman that Caldwell kid had tied up in the guest room." "I left that party before it all went downhill, there was just too much happening there, I had a bad feeling." "I hear that Mrs Richardson, the Librarian they had at the High School was involved somehow, but there was nothing said in the trial and she never appeared in the court, just gave evidence by deposition, probably just the rumor mill. She's a deep one, I always thought she might be pretty hot looking under those frumpy clothes she always wears. They say she kicked her husband out years ago and never ever went out with anyone else." "She was always nice to me, she helped me get some really good scholarships and grants up at State." "I hear that she's up at the Library there now." "Yes, I see her every so often, she's the head librarian, so she doesn't actually check out books or re-stock shelves any more. She dresses better now though." He smiled. Yes he did see her, but a lot more often than he let on. And he not only saw her more often, he saw a lot of her. He smiled. He was only going to be home for a couple of weeks and then was heading back to college to take some summer sessions, and to work at his job in the library. With a major in Library Science he figured the more time he spent in the library and in the company of the Librarian the better things would be.