The Chapter.
I read a hundred books.
I read them because of the Librarian; Ms. Ashley.
Beauty;
the best art, her body,
she knew everything,
and how to make a man a fool with a look.
I liked Ms. Ashley.
I missed dinner more times I ate lunch.
The library was my new home.
I would sit infront of her,
and sometimes look beneath the table to look inside.
She opened em everytime.
She knew I liked her,
she knew I would be a fool.
Ms. Ashley always opened her legs.
Sometimes she would unbutton one in her shirt.
She never wore black pants beneath her black skirt.
Sometimes I would touch myself.
She always smiled.
One day, I decided to write a note to Ms. Ashley.
I told her the back of the library is always lonely.
She smiled when she opened it.
She took a pen and replied,
with her legs open,
'I know. But I have a husband. I love him'
