"fuck."
"excuse me?"
"not you, definitely not you."
"sir don’t be disruptive."
"just gimme the dumb sheet so I can fill it out." I said while taking it out of her hand. I pretended to look for a pencil, I lunged up over the desk and looked at her ass.
"what are you doing?"
"looking at your ass."i murmured quietly.
"huh?"
"looking for the trash?"
"huh?"
"a pencil, do you have one?"
"there aren’t any back there."
"I noticed."
"I will get you one."
"don’t bother, I have a pen in my pocket."
"nice pen." I heard her say as I walked away. her ass wasn’t bad. She had a gray wool skirt on that came down to her knees and those black hose with the line up the back. My dick was kinda hard. I walked away. i started to fill it out. Man, fuck this shit. I thought. Why do I have to fill this crap out to sign out a book that nobody has checked out since (I look at the card in the front) 1989.
Fucking figures. I filled it our anyhow. I wanted to study this shit, to sincerely get knee deep in it to find out what kind of dough we were dealing with.
I walked over to the counter. miss gititright was standing there all howdoyado at me. I gave her my sheet. She was like,
"you live in what county?"
"wayne." I had a friend that had an outline of wayne county as a tattoo. That shit is classic.
"you can’t check a book out from here. It’s the wrong county."
"you’re kidding right?"
"nope, you gotta live in this county." She was clearly irritated, didn’t really bother me though. Her breath was good and my eyes were fixated on that bra. I took the book and discretely shoved it in the back of my pants.
"you are straight up killing me lady."
"you’re not dying."
"don’t get literal on me, this shit is stupid."
"if you continue to curse, I will have no option but to throw you out. Literally."
"excuse me?"
"not you, definitely not you."
"sir don’t be disruptive."
"just gimme the dumb sheet so I can fill it out." I said while taking it out of her hand. I pretended to look for a pencil, I lunged up over the desk and looked at her ass.
"what are you doing?"
"looking at your ass."i murmured quietly.
"huh?"
"looking for the trash?"
"huh?"
"a pencil, do you have one?"
"there aren’t any back there."
"I noticed."
"I will get you one."
"don’t bother, I have a pen in my pocket."
"nice pen." I heard her say as I walked away. her ass wasn’t bad. She had a gray wool skirt on that came down to her knees and those black hose with the line up the back. My dick was kinda hard. I walked away. i started to fill it out. Man, fuck this shit. I thought. Why do I have to fill this crap out to sign out a book that nobody has checked out since (I look at the card in the front) 1989.
Fucking figures. I filled it our anyhow. I wanted to study this shit, to sincerely get knee deep in it to find out what kind of dough we were dealing with.
I walked over to the counter. miss gititright was standing there all howdoyado at me. I gave her my sheet. She was like,
"you live in what county?"
"wayne." I had a friend that had an outline of wayne county as a tattoo. That shit is classic.
"you can’t check a book out from here. It’s the wrong county."
"you’re kidding right?"
"nope, you gotta live in this county." She was clearly irritated, didn’t really bother me though. Her breath was good and my eyes were fixated on that bra. I took the book and discretely shoved it in the back of my pants.
"you are straight up killing me lady."
"you’re not dying."
"don’t get literal on me, this shit is stupid."
"if you continue to curse, I will have no option but to throw you out. Literally."
