Stacked

"I have just what you need," the student librarian told me. "Follow me into the stacks."

I was glad that she didn't dwell on it. I was embarrassed enough just having to ask for books on sex for my Health Class assignment, and I'd been horribly anxious about having to ask for assistance. I was afraid that there'd be jokes, or laughter, but instead she just smiled and said she could help. That was nice of her.

I followed the pretty girl through the maze of tall shelves and ancient books of the university library, until we got to a back corner of the seventh floor. I was lucky to have her guide me; I didn't know my way around a library at all, except for the computer lounge on the main floor. That really would have been great for the research I needed to do on human reproduction, except that I didn't want people walking past to think that I was some kind of perv. At least with books, I could take them back to my dorm to read. For the millionth time, I wished that I had enough cash to afford a computer of my own.

We hit a dead end, and she turned around. At first, I thought she'd gotten lost herself, but she didn't walk back the way we came. She just looked at me.

"Is this it?" I asked. She nodded.

Then she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"Wait--what?" I tried to remember what specifically I...