Forever and a day

Not a stalker

Maxston
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Well fuck.
Fuck, fuckety, fuck, fuck.
How the hell did this happen? How could I let it happen?
I'm here for work and instead I find myself walking to that library she works at.
Like what the fuck?
Why? I have no flying hells worth of a clue.

I walk in, the bell above my head ringing and two older ladies head snap my way.
Both with grey hair, both wearing pink lipstick. Though one has short grey hair that makes her look as if this job was meant for her, with glasses and all. The other has longer grey hair and is wearing a V-neck tank top but the neck line plummets revealing a little to much.

The former smiles at me while the latter takes a predatory look at me that makes me pull my jacket tighter.

"Hello dear," the one with short hair chirps.
The others eyes drift to my crotch.
Oh my God.
She needs a leash. Though assuming from the way she smiles I'm sure she would love that.

"Dear lord Sara, get ahold of yourself. Your gonna frighten the poor man." The one with short hair hisses at her friend.

But assuming from the way they interact, the similarities in there faces, I wouldn't be surprised if there sisters.

The one, Sara, bites her bottom lip and looks up. Now I'm not a horrible person. However I don't want to see another elderly person look at my crotch then bite her lip.
It's gross. I'm officially grossed the fuck out.
And that doesn't happen often.

Fanning herself the latter says,
"Well I'm sorry, it's a rare occasion someone this handsome comes by."
And she smiles at me. Fucking smiles.
Oh my fucking God.

"Yeah well knock it off." The former says,turning her attention back to me.

"What can we help you with dear?" She asks, head tilting to the side just a bit.

"I'm actually looking for someone. Odette? She said she works here." I answer, poking my head around the corner attempting to spot her.
I'm not creepy right?
I mean, I deal with a lotta creeps and some creepy shit, but I'm not being creepy right?
I don't think so. I hope.

"Umm, well I'm sure she's around here somewhere. Sorry dear, you will just have to look." She answers sweetly. Giving me a small smile.

"No problem. Thank you." I respond in kind.
And as I turn to walk away I hear,

"Or he could stay with me."
"Oh you horny old bat"

Coughing to cover my laugh I turn the corner.
Then turn another and head down a random isle.
Nothing.
With book shelves covering every inch of this place and turning it into a Maze of knowledge I'm surprised anyone can find a way out.

Just as I'm heading down another row, I spot a head of brown hair. Pulled to a braid that trails down her back, skimming her waist it sways as she walks.
I guess not walk but, dance.
Dancing down the rows in a pattern I don't recognize.
I head towards her. Watching as she steps to the left, then takes two steps to the right. And repeat.
Slowly my eyes trail up. Taking her in.
The jeans shes wearing are tight at the waist then fan out at her calves, a 'W' on each ass pocket. The blue hoodie she's wearing is tucked at the back to give people a nice look of that ass. Showy, showy are we?

She steps to the left again, this time spinning.
Not realizing that I've been behind her for the last couple of minutes she haults.
And smiles.
Fucking smiles. And I swear to God it's the most gorgeous thing I've seen.
So gorgeous infact, my cheeks heat.
They fucking heat.
What the actual fuck.

I smile down at my boots, not being able to look at her for a few moments.
When I do look up, one of her eyebrows is raised and her headphones are hanging off around her neck.