millions
and he was not about to take that away
from her. No frickin’ way she was going
to let her stepson screw her, that was for
sure.
Blanche’s workday began like
most once she got to the library. She was
relieved to see that there were only a few
items in her assorted boxes and no
skulking teenage boys prowling among the
shelves. She’d had her fill of testosterone
driven madness for one day. Mr. Marcus
was busy tinkering with some shelving
units on the upper floor when she arrived
and she had not yet had an opportunity to
speak with him, but he was making some
incredible ‘worker man’ noises that
echoed throughout the library. Thankfully,
it wasn’t busy and no one seemed to care
that the occasional clang or bang could be
heard, followed by a random cuss spoken
harshly by the maintenance man. Two
hours into the racket and just before
Blanche was to take a break to get some
lunch the little custodian ambled down the
steps from the second floor. Sweat ran
down his cheeks and a white, stretchy
headband ran around his forehead in an
effort to keep the salty solution out of his
eyes.
“Sorry about all the commotion up
there this afternoon,” he offered. “Those
new shelving units they sent for the
magazines didn’t quite go together with
the ease that the instructions indicated.
Never do for some reason, anyway, got
them together and they look nice. You’ll
have to mosey up there when you get time
and take a look.”
She always looked forward to the
random interactions she got to have with
the personable, little man throughout her
day. Kind of reminded her of her dad and
brought back some fond memories of her
childhood. He was always quick with a
compliment and a smile and today was no
different.
“That’s quite the outfit you’ve got
on there today, really highlights your
figure, you’ll have the boys in the back
fighting over who gets to help you with the
coding this afternoon.”
Blanche knew the remark was
intended just as it was given, a sincere
observation meant to compliment with no
creepy overtones or insinuations.
“Why thank you Marcus, just a
little something I haven’t worn since I
started here and thought I’d give it a go.”
Blanche blushed slightly, making her face
glow with appreciation.
“Well, you did good, anybody in
particular you ah, um, how do I put this
tactfully? You got your sites on a
particular target with this?” He gestured
with his hands, indicating her figure in the
tight, thin sweater stretching a little lower
than her usual attire and the slacks a bit
tighter in the seat than anything she’d worn
to date.
“Now, now Marcus, you know
you’re the only man around here that I’ve
got an eye for,” she said, with a wink of
her striking blue eyes and a pat on his
shoulder.
They both laughed but Marcus had
his suspicions. Blanche was like the
daughter he never had and he enjoyed her
personality and the fun banter they
exchanged on a regular basis, but he
strangely felt a certain obligation to watch
out for her best interests as well.
“Marcus, Mr. Marcus, you got that
shelving unit up yet? My heavens with all
the noise going on up there one would
have thought you were putting together a
tank or something,” the words arrived
almost before the director as she scurried
up to the front desk.
“Yes ma'am, was just telling
Blanche here how nice they look. You
should get up there yourself and have a
gander,” Marcus replied.
“Well I shall, once I get the new
items for the museum cataloged and put
into place. I just can’t seem to keep up
with it all. Thank goodness we’ve got
Blanche to look after the library for us.
Heavens dear, you trying to attract every
man within a ten mile radius?” Ester
inquired
sarcastically,
eyeing
the
curvaceous, young librarian.
“I hope it’s not too much,”
Blanche squeaked out, crossing her arms
over her bosom.
“Perhaps we
and he was not about to take that away
from her. No frickin’ way she was going
to let her stepson screw her, that was for
sure.
Blanche’s workday began like
most once she got to the library. She was
relieved to see that there were only a few
items in her assorted boxes and no
skulking teenage boys prowling among the
shelves. She’d had her fill of testosterone
driven madness for one day. Mr. Marcus
was busy tinkering with some shelving
units on the upper floor when she arrived
and she had not yet had an opportunity to
speak with him, but he was making some
incredible ‘worker man’ noises that
echoed throughout the library. Thankfully,
it wasn’t busy and no one seemed to care
that the occasional clang or bang could be
heard, followed by a random cuss spoken
harshly by the maintenance man. Two
hours into the racket and just before
Blanche was to take a break to get some
lunch the little custodian ambled down the
steps from the second floor. Sweat ran
down his cheeks and a white, stretchy
headband ran around his forehead in an
effort to keep the salty solution out of his
eyes.
“Sorry about all the commotion up
there this afternoon,” he offered. “Those
new shelving units they sent for the
magazines didn’t quite go together with
the ease that the instructions indicated.
Never do for some reason, anyway, got
them together and they look nice. You’ll
have to mosey up there when you get time
and take a look.”
She always looked forward to the
random interactions she got to have with
the personable, little man throughout her
day. Kind of reminded her of her dad and
brought back some fond memories of her
childhood. He was always quick with a
compliment and a smile and today was no
different.
“That’s quite the outfit you’ve got
on there today, really highlights your
figure, you’ll have the boys in the back
fighting over who gets to help you with the
coding this afternoon.”
Blanche knew the remark was
intended just as it was given, a sincere
observation meant to compliment with no
creepy overtones or insinuations.
“Why thank you Marcus, just a
little something I haven’t worn since I
started here and thought I’d give it a go.”
Blanche blushed slightly, making her face
glow with appreciation.
“Well, you did good, anybody in
particular you ah, um, how do I put this
tactfully? You got your sites on a
particular target with this?” He gestured
with his hands, indicating her figure in the
tight, thin sweater stretching a little lower
than her usual attire and the slacks a bit
tighter in the seat than anything she’d worn
to date.
“Now, now Marcus, you know
you’re the only man around here that I’ve
got an eye for,” she said, with a wink of
her striking blue eyes and a pat on his
shoulder.
They both laughed but Marcus had
his suspicions. Blanche was like the
daughter he never had and he enjoyed her
personality and the fun banter they
exchanged on a regular basis, but he
strangely felt a certain obligation to watch
out for her best interests as well.
“Marcus, Mr. Marcus, you got that
shelving unit up yet? My heavens with all
the noise going on up there one would
have thought you were putting together a
tank or something,” the words arrived
almost before the director as she scurried
up to the front desk.
“Yes ma'am, was just telling
Blanche here how nice they look. You
should get up there yourself and have a
gander,” Marcus replied.
“Well I shall, once I get the new
items for the museum cataloged and put
into place. I just can’t seem to keep up
with it all. Thank goodness we’ve got
Blanche to look after the library for us.
Heavens dear, you trying to attract every
man within a ten mile radius?” Ester
inquired
sarcastically,
eyeing
the
curvaceous, young librarian.
“I hope it’s not too much,”
Blanche squeaked out, crossing her arms
over her bosom.
“Perhaps we
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