1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]
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				Title: <strong>1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 18:42:56</strong>
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				<em>1,000 hours of community service, what a total crock!</em><br>Andy muttered to himself as he walked up the stone steps leading to the library. He brushed his long shaggy blond hair out of his face as the cool autumn breeze blew it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Sure he'd been speeding and yes he had nearly sideswiped a police cruiser, but still wasn't a 1,000 hours a bit steep?&nbsp; At least they hadn't suspended his license.</em><br>At least his father had got him something easy, the library board always owed his father a favor since he was one of their biggest donors.&nbsp; He had heard that the library had just hired a new head librarian.<br><br>He looked around the main floor, they had redone the whole library a couple years ago, and he hadn't really been in it since then.&nbsp; The rug wasn't worn out, there was plenty of windows to let in natural light for reading.&nbsp; Hell there even was a second floor now. <br>He walked up to the reception desk, "I'm here to see the librarian." he said to the old lady at the desk, leaning against it casually.&nbsp; <em>If he was going to have to be here he might as well be cool about it.</em>&nbsp; He looked around again, there were some geeky looking girls from the high school over at some of the computer terminals, he wondered if maybe he could get his dick wet in one of them later on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seina</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:25:39</strong>
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				The receptionist regarded the young man with detached interest as she looked up at him from her paperwork.&nbsp; With a slightly weathered finger, she pushed her old bifocals farther up onto her nose before she picked up the receiver on the desk and punched a number on the keypad.&nbsp; There was a long moment of silence from her.&nbsp; It didn’t even seem like the old woman was even breathing for a moment, possibly holding her breath.&nbsp; <br><br>“Yes, Ms. Sloan, there is a young man who says he is here to see you,” she stated into the receiver.&nbsp; A long pause.&nbsp; “Yes, ma’am, it’s a little before ten o’clock.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; I’ll direct him right away, Ms. Sloan.”&nbsp; The woman replaced the receiver on the cradle and looked up at the young man.&nbsp; <br><br>“The head librarian, Ms. Rebecca Sloan, informed me that she’s been waiting for you for over an hour, young man, and she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”&nbsp; Without a moment extra to allow for contemplation, she turned to the direction of the stores and pointed to the upper level.&nbsp; “Ms. Sloan’s offer is on the second floor, the last door on the corner.&nbsp; Knock once you’ve reached it and she’ll instruct you on what to do next.”&nbsp; Without another word, the old woman turned her attention back to her paperwork.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:36:00</strong>
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				Andy rolled his eyes as he walked away.&nbsp; <em>What an old battle axe.</em>&nbsp; He sauntered up the stairs, <em>So what if he was late.&nbsp; This wasn't that big of a deal, it was just community service.</em>&nbsp; As he was walking up he looked over and saw one of the geeky girl's looking at him.&nbsp; She had thick glasses but good skin and a cute face, maybe he could get her to blow him before he left today.<br><br>He turned at the top of the stairs and walked over to the office and knocked, then before anyone answered turned the handle and stepped inside.&nbsp; "Hey, sorry I'm late."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seina</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 20:56:38</strong>
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				When he initially entered the office, the smell of coffee was the first scent to hit his nose which was then followed by the warm smell of sweet pastries.&nbsp; The office was fairly small though bright with a very large expanse of windows allowing the morning light to flood into the room.&nbsp; To the right of the entry was a large, cherry wood desk topped with many high end supply items such as a leather writing top and a brass gooseneck lamp.&nbsp; A brass and leather business cardholder sat on the corner of the desk.&nbsp; The name thereupon read Rebecca Sloan, Head Librarian along with the contact information and address of the library.<br><br>“I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, Mr. Delosa,” came a silvery, feminine voice from behind the desk.&nbsp; The lady sitting behind it looked up from the small stack of papers that sat in the center of the leather writing top peering at him through very thin, golden wire rimmed glasses.&nbsp; “Your father is usually very punctual when he shows up for meetings with me to see how his funds are being used here at the library.&nbsp; Please, have a seat so that we can discuss what your duties will be here at the library to work off your community service.” Her slender hand indicated a love seat directly across from her desk.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 21:07:38</strong>
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				Andy walked over to the love seat and sat down.&nbsp; His eyes didn't leave her for a moment, for a librarian she was pretty cute.&nbsp; Though those glasses made her look a bit geeky.&nbsp; Maybe he was just in the mood for some nerdy pussy today or something.&nbsp; "Yah, again sorry about that.&nbsp; Just lost track of the time."<br><br>Which was a lie, but he didn't care, he was busy getting his dick sucked by one of the junior girl's who had a crush on him, he had seen what time it was yanked out of her mouth sprayed all over her chest and then rushed off to get here.&nbsp; She'd have a hard time explain to her boss how she'd gotten cum on her uniform shirt for Burger King, but that wasn't his concern.<br>"Sloan," he said the name rolling it over his tongue, thinking.&nbsp; "Irish right?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seina</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 01:46:00</strong>
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				The librarian gave a nod to his observation of his name but said nothing more about it.&nbsp; She took up one of the sheets on her desk letting her eyes scan it before just nodding and replacing it upon the stack.&nbsp; “Since you’re going to be doing a good amount of service for us here at the library, I wanted to first introduce myself.&nbsp; However, since you are observant enough to notice my business cards on my desk, that formality can by bypassed.&nbsp; <br><br>“For the time being, I’m only going to have you work four hours here at the library helping the staff with the books and other incidentals of the library, minor cleaning and whatnot. Should other tasks arise or other possible services come up that can be added to your allotted time, I will be sure to let you know.”<br><br>Rebecca slowly stood from behind the desk and gave a casual indication to the door.&nbsp; Her height was slightly average for a woman.&nbsp; A quick guess estimated her height to be around five foot eight inches.&nbsp; Her light blue dress suit complemented her slightly bronzed skin tone.&nbsp; Underneath the jacket, she wore a beige blouse where her cleavage was only hinted at if anyone really noticed it.&nbsp; “I shall show you around then see where you can be assigned for the day.&nbsp; Did you have any questions for me before we go, Mr. Delosa?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 21:54:36</strong>
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				Andy's eyes ran over her form and outfit quickly, it had become second nature to him to appraise almost everywoman he met.&nbsp; He didn't even realize it on a concise level anymore.&nbsp; He stood, his five foot eleven hight and slender build hid his strength and quickness.&nbsp; Since the age of six he had been study judo, and now could easily throw around men twice his weight.<br><br>"Well, I did have a question.&nbsp; Your last name, its Irish correct, well Gaelic."&nbsp; He paused trying to remember what little Gaelic he had learned when visiting his grand parents in Ireland a few years ago.&nbsp; "Means Warrior, or something like that doesn't it?"<br><br>Looking at this thin woman it was hard to picture her as a warrior, like parents who named their males Butch or Alexander but were the smallest geekiest kids when they grew up. <br>"But I wouldn't mind being shown around the place, I've not been here since the remodel."&nbsp; He just lightly dropped that in, he was sure she knew who his father was, but no harm in adding an off handed remark.&nbsp; &nbsp;He walked to the door and opened it "After you Rebecca."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seina</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 00:52:01</strong>
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				Rebecca walked out of the door waiting until Andy had closed it behind him before she led him through the library.&nbsp; She spoke in whispers but here tone still carried an air of authority to it.&nbsp; She directed him to where the library had been expanded using his father’s generous donation though it was very difficult to tell where the old library ended and the new one began. The multistory interior was surprisingly airy with its clustered shelves and reading and study areas.&nbsp; There were even smaller rooms where the interior could be closed off for private meetings or study where a more boisterous environment was needed.&nbsp; <br><br>“Just so that you know, Mr Delosa, it can mean ‘warrior’ or ‘raider’.&nbsp; However, I wasn’t born into the family’s surname, my mother married into it after she was widowed,” she noted as they came to where the employee breakroom was located.&nbsp; She opened the door to reveal a sizable room where two long tables sat to one side with chairs around them.&nbsp; Across the way was a long couch and a coffee table that had a few magazines upon it.&nbsp; Opposite of all of that was a small galley kitchen area with a large refrigerator with a notice on a plaque noting how often the interior would be cleaned.&nbsp; A small sink allowed employees an area to clean their utensils and a coffeemaker was also on the counter with the necessary condiments next to it.&nbsp; While the smell of coffee was in the room, it was not as sweet as that of the head librarian’s office. <br><br>"Now that you've seen the layout, did you have any questions for me before I set a few tasks for you to complete?" she inquired as she turned to look at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 01:02:08</strong>
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				He had plenty of questions for her:, did she like to take a dick from behind, did she swallow?&nbsp; But none of those could he ask her, at least not yet.&nbsp; Having walked slightly behind her throughout the tour he had a good time to study her legs and ass.&nbsp; He in fact had a semi going on in his pants having studied her so closely.<br>He walked over to the coffee pot and took a sniff, and frowned.<br>"Yah, where can I get some good coffee?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seina</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 22:31:58</strong>
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				Rebecca smiled as she noted his displeasure with the coffee choice of the break room.&nbsp; "There is a coffee shop down the block.&nbsp; You may want to ask the ladies for the directions since most of them go their for coffee when they aren't drinking what's in the pot," she noted.&nbsp; As she looked over the counter top, she noticed a few stray granules of sugar and took the damp sponge from the sink to whip them back into the sink and rinsed it clean.&nbsp; "I have more discerning taste when it comes to a good cup of coffee.&nbsp; That is why I have my personal pot in my office."<br><br>She finally led him out of the breakroom and into the library to one of the information desks that dotted the multi-level structure.&nbsp; "Mrs. Grainger, Mr Delosa will be assisting us in the library for a while.&nbsp; I'm sure that you have a task or two that could use an extra helping hand or two."&nbsp; As the elderly lady nodded, Rebecca turned to Andrew and instructed him to meet her in her office before he leaves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 1,000 Hours [TheHatintheCat and Seina]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHatintheCat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 17:00:19</strong>
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				Andrew smiled to himself as Rebecca mentioned her discerning taste, he had noticed the smell in her office and had hope that it was something he'd find in the break room as well.&nbsp; But no that was nothing other then Maxwellhouse, swill in other words.<br><br>He listened absiently to the old lady behind the desk as he showed him where the carts of unshelved books were.&nbsp; He nodded at the mention of the Dew Decimal system, any fool knew it, he wondered why they didn't use something actually useful like the Library of Congress.<br><br>He glanced around the level and noticed one of the girls from high school was keeping an eye on him, he tilted his head a bit away from MRs. Grainger and winked at her.&nbsp; The girl flushed and pushed her thick glasses up a bit more on her nose.&nbsp; Andrew took his first cart of books and started down into the stacks to replace them where they needed to be.&nbsp; After a few minutes the girl who had been watching him, happened down the same row of shelves.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I will be able to get my dick wet today.</em>
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