
CHAPTER THREE
Jennifer's school was new, modern and characterless – brick squares and glass oblongs, functional and plain. The school library, however, was totally different. It was older than the school and had originally been the town's public library. When a new and larger library was given to the town by a local lad who had gone away and made his fortune and never returned but, out of guilt, had a modern architect design a modern – plain and functional and ugly – Library, the older library had been used as the foundation of a new school built around it. Thus, right in the center of the low, square schoolhouse, the old doomed, vaulted stone library remained.
The library was so out of place that stepping into it, from the school corridors, was like traveling through time, returning to more gracious ages. The main room was large, with tall, conical windows and a veritable maze of bookshelves in which an unwary researcher could become lost. Many of the original books were still there, not having been transferred to the new public library and no one had yet catalogued them. The school books and reference works necessary for students were all at the front. The shelves in the back were an unknown wilderness.
That was why the library was kept locked when the librarian was not there. It was feared that unsupervised students might wander into the back and discover unwholesome volumes or lascivious tomes. It was even rumored that a copy of Fanny Hill lurked somewhere in those shelves and it had been whispered that Frank Harris' biography lay, like a vein of gold in a cleft, somewhere within those high stone walls.
Now Jennifer Hastings moved into that mysterious jungle of wood and stone and leather, not seeking a book, but looking for a comfortable place to give her pussy some welcome attention.
Halfway along a cross-corridor, she found a padded leather bench that looked just right. She looked up and down the corridor, automatically, even though she knew that she was alone in the library. The idea of finger fucking herself in a public place was exciting, but she certainly didn't want to be caught at it.
