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Though the closed world of various institutions and orders is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of some of today’s established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
PEEPING LIBRARIAN is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, she seeks a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form—a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most base ambitions and desires—those of the flesh.
PEEPING LIBRARIAN-fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
Old Miss Johnson flitted behind the library desk, straightening papers here, sharpening pencils there, fingering the stack of returned books as if checking them for a pulse. She’d been at it for an hour now. This was maddening.
If she doesn’t get out of here in another minute, Sue Palmer thought, I’ll scream. What did I ever do to deserve this?
“Now, you’re sure you can handle things, dear?” the old lady asked.
“Positive,” Sue said, forcing a smile.
“I’ll be at home, if you need me. You have my phone number, dear. You haven’t lost it, now?”
“It’s taped here to the desk,” Sue said, tapping the index card upon which the old librarian had etched her phone number in bold black letters. “And I have extra copies of it in my purse—the ones you made for me.”
“And I’m in the phone book. Or you can call directory assistance. Or—”
“Don’t worry,” She said, trying to chuckle and sound pleasant, though she was ready to stuff the old lady’s mouth with cotton. “Just go home and relax. You’ve briefed me well. Go home now, and do all those things you’ve been meaning to do for so long. You deserve it after fifty years.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.