The Adventures of Marian, the slightly aggressive Librarian, #5 :
Love and Peril Behind the Check-out Counter
Marian woke up with a start. Drat. Asleep at the circulation desk. She’d been in the middle of a good dream, too. Sean Connery had been showing her his gun, and how to use it…..
She wasn’t young enough to go for days without sleep anymore. Just one sleepless night, and she was dropping off at work. Admittedly, she’d been very busy last night; it wasn’t like she’d been just laying about. Well, she was, but not that way.
It must have been ESP that woke her; just coming in through the outer door was Mr. FBI with the big broad chest from this morning. No baseball hat and jacket now. Nope. Suit and tie and shiny shoes, and that lovely thick hair combed severely back from his face. Marian smiled to herself. Cock of the walk in a black suit. Wonder if I can ruffle his feathers?
“I found your note in my pocket,” he said. “Was there something you needed that you didn’t feel you could talk about in front of my associates?”
She didn’t have to worry about him looking at her cleavage; he was very determinedly looking only at her face.
“Agent Grant,” Marian said. “You came all the way out here to ask me that? You could have phoned.”
He looked at her for a second, then said, “I’ll do that,” before he turned to walk away.
Marian ran after him and caught his arm. “OK, you don’t like to play games. How about this?” She kissed him, sweetly. He didn’t kiss her back, but he didn’t leave, either.
“You’re working now?” he asked.
“I’ll be closing up soon. Why don’t you get yourself an art book and relax until I have the doors locked?”
She thought for a moment he was going to leave regardless; then he nodded and strolled over to the magazine stacks. Sat down with a Guns & Ammo, and a Sports Illustrated.
Little Andy Anderson was hiding under the computer tables when his mother came to get him, and wouldn’t come out till Marian hitched up her skirt and got down on her hands and knees and said, “If you don’t come out, I’m coming in after you.” He actually made her crawl halfway underneath before he shot out and grabbed his mother’s leg. She happened to look behind her once as she backed out, ‘cause she thought her shoe was hooked on a cable…….and caught Mr. FBI staring at her rear end.
Hmm, that’s promising, she thought.
Chris Christensen refused to get up from the computer and leave when she told him the library was closed. It wasn’t a verbal refusal. Verbally, he said, “I just have one more little thing to do, and then I’ll go,” every thirty seconds; but he never went. After waiting fifteen minutes (ten minutes longer than she really wanted to), Marian said, in a voice designed to be heard anywhere in the building, “I’m going to shut off the power to the computers in 10 seconds.”
Chris said, “No, no, I’m almost done, just one more little thing,” and kept typing. Marian waited two more minutes, then walked past him to where the surge protector lay on the floor, and pushed the red rocker switch to the off position.
The bang of his fist on the table shook the big window next to the computer area. “I was almost done!! How could you do that? Now I have to start all over again! I’m gonna report you!”
“The next time you might want to start a little earlier, so you have time to finish.” The library board should be proud of her restraint. “Bozo,” she said under her breath.
“I have to have that report done for the meeting tomorrow. I’ll just have to start over. I’m sorry you have to stay, too, but it’s your own fault.” And he reached down, and pushed the red rocker switch back to on…….
“We’re closed and you have to leave the premises. Don’t make me call the police.”
He paid no attention. If he hadn’t been twice her size, and a retired professional wrestler, Marian could probably have taken his ear, and escorted him outside all by herself without much trouble. As it was, when he resisted, there wasn’t much she could safely do. The Board had insisted she remove anything that could even remotely be considered a weapon from her office.
“Hey, asshole.” This from behind her. “Time to go.” Mr. FBI put his hand on her shoulder, and stared at Chris.
“I’ve got to get this done by tomorrow,” the bozo said stubbornly, and started typing.
Agent Grant flipped out his ID card and shoved it in front of the bozo’s face. “You have ten seconds. After that, you’ll go out in cuffs.”
Chris looked up, his mouth open. “Is that real?”
The bozo got up out of his chair, cursing under his breath, and lumbered toward the door. “I’m going to report you,” he said before he went out the door.
Marian had stars in her eyes when she looked at Agent Grant. “That was wonderful,” she breathed.
“Not really,” he said. “I’m not sure what I would have done if he’d called me on it. I didn’t bring any handcuffs with me.” He almost smiled. Not quite.
Marian turned off all the power buttons, headed for the light switches……and he stopped her. “I’m assuming you want me to stay, but I might be wrong,” he said. “So if I am, now’s the time to tell me.”
She kissed him. He kissed her back. He smelled sooooo good, oh mama, her nose wanted to have an orgasm………
“Go shut off the lights,” he said, and let her go.
“You didn’t have any luggage with you when you were at the airport this morning.” He watched her do the last few things she had to do to close up. “Not flying yourself?”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that right now.
“Seeing somebody off?”
Rats. Her eyes filled with tears, she couldn’t help it. A perfectly lovely man standing right in front of her, and she was missing somebody else.
“Hey,” he said.
She turned around and reached for a Kleenex.
“Who was it?” He got another Kleenex out of the box and handed it to her after she blew her nose with the first one.
“A friend.” Very, very bad form to mention a previous lover to a man that wasn’t a present lover yet.
“A man? Maybe the one you had wild passionate sex with last night?”
She looked down at the floor and nodded.
“Is he going to be coming back?"
She shook her head.
He lifted her chin and kissed her, soft but firm. “It’s OK,” he said, and he kissed her again. “I know how that is.”
She’d never met a man whose kisses were so slow and thorough. He didn’t do anything but stand and kiss her for so long that she began to squirm. “Umm,” she said, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He put his hands over hers and stopped her.
“Is there somewhere you have to go tonight? Something you have to do?”
She shook her head. “No, why?”
“Then we have all night?”
“Then what’s your hurry?”
“Ummmmm……I can’t help it,” and she shook his hands off and started on his buttons again.
He pushed her hands behind her back and held them there with one hand around her wrists while he unknotted his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He wound it around her wrists several times, then he lay the end in Marian’s palm, and closed her hand over it.
“Slow down, baby,” he said.
By the time he got around to pulling her dress off one shoulder, and baring one breast, she couldn’t sit still. She was on the counter by this time, where he’d put her; her dress was hiked up to her hips, but he hadn’t touched her below the waist at all.
By the time he’d unzipped it and pulled the dress completely off, she was shaking.
By the time he got around to the rest of her, her eyes were closed and she was saying, “Please….please…..please……” in between kisses so deep they reached clear down into the pit of her stomach.
She thought she was going to come right off the counter when he gave her what she was begging for……….she couldn’t scream, she didn’t have enough control of her body by then to do that……..her head was thrown back so far her neck hurt, she could hardly breathe, but a loud groan worked its way up and out even so.
And a long time later, she trembled and panted beneath him, boneless, exhausted………..
He propped himself up on one elbow, and said, “Now…..if you really prefer quickies…..we could do that next.”
Henrietta had fallen asleep after she’d cried herself out. When she woke up, the tower was right where she’d left it, on the chair next to the computer table. Looking at her again. Waiting.
She’d meant never to see or speak to him again…….but if she never turned the power on again, he was effectively dead, wasn’t he? What difference did it make if he was vacuumed away, or if he was kept asleep forever? And if she left the power on, so he could live, how could she sentence him to years of solitary confinement? She remembered he’d said, “I’m confined against my will, here in the dark,” and it haunted her, that he spent the hours of his life in a dark “box”, as he called it, existing and nothing more.
Besides the ethical considerations, she needed to know for sure if he was still there or if the trip in the back of the repair van had jolted him loose or something. There was no help for it; she’d have to hook it up and get it going. She’d have to talk to him.
She’d saved his life; she couldn’t abandon him now. She’d said he belonged to her, and that was true, but it might be that he owned her now, too, in a way he hadn’t before…….
She set Sid’s case up next to her old tower. It didn’t take too long to change the monitor, the keyboard, and the mouse. She plugged the power cord in, and touched the power button. It hummed to life just as it always did.
He wouldn’t know anything about what had happened today. She wondered what he would say.
Only one way to find out.
where are we?
what do you mean?
The texture of the energy that powers this unit is different
We’re at my house
She didn’t know quite where to begin the explanation. What she wanted to say didn’t make much sense. The other really wasn’t very important.henrietta
are you going to keep it a secret?
am i supposed to guess?
you have me at a disadvantage you know
i saved your life
After a long pause he wrote,
i thought i was a monster
the techs were going to clean the hard drive
why didn’t you let them do it?
yes you are
He didn’t reply. She waited for a while, then she wrote,
i stole you
Not terribly articulate, but she knew what he meant.
i don’t know
After a long pause…….
run your screensaver again
sid, you don’t have to
this is a new one
She started the screensaver. No Sid. In the center of the screen, a red blob sat in the middle of a white background. As she watched the red blob gained a little definition, and became a somewhat surreal flower that slowly spread it’s petals, then looped and started again.
She had to laugh. She hoped he couldn’t hear her. His last effort had turned out to be ineffective, so he was trying a different strategy…….the type of thing a little boy might do.
trying flowers this time?
is it working?
no, but it was a good try
i could do better if i had some decent graphics software
i’m sure you could
After a pause……
i could do it in yellow
Henny leaned back in her chair and laughed.