One day at the Library... I wished

OMG! I am sitting beside this incredibly smelly old guy--he smells like death warmed over and he's talking to his imaginary friends,jeez---I hate library computers, I am always racing against the clock (45 minutes), and all kinds of weirdos always get the computer next to mine, and then there's that--I can't watch porn on a public library computer....

"Excuse me, Miss?"

Gawd! The man talking to me. I ignored him. He tapped me on my shoulder.

Gawd! Those micro-biotic germs could be seen crawling down my shoulder towards.... Oh, no. It can't be. I got to take a shower. I don't want Martin to peek and then asked; are those rashes I see there?

He done it again; he knocked on the wood panel that separated us. I looked up and saw the sign. I pointed to it. It said Silence please. I wished it had said. Mute it or Hush! I would had loved it if they did it like those army posters with Uncle Sam pointing at you.

"I know but I need to tell you that you may be sitting on my purse."

His purse? On my seat? Oh, Gawd! Not on the seat please. I was wearing that cut off jeans that was sawn off its lengthy leggings to complement with my new throngs. I was to arouse Martin but then he told I am over exposed to some old man personal belongings that was stuffed into the seat of his pants for ....I would be spared on those thoughts. I got up and pushed the chair back. I looked down and saw nothing on the seat. He was lying.

"I won, Henry. I told you I would get her to stand up. Pay up now, you old fart." The old man leaned over to his friend on the other side. He collected the twenty and placed it into his purse. I was the butt of a bet. By golly, I was standing down on it. I grabbed the old man's purse and extracted the twenty.

"That ain't your keeping. Its mine for spoiling my afternoon." I grabbed my things and walked off the library. The old man caught up with me at the steps outside.

"That ain't real money. We were playing monopoly on the PC. We used the money from the game set to transact." The old man smiled. "Anyway, nice butts. Ain't seen one better than that on the web?"

I'll be darned. Do I retaliate for his monopoly money or smiled on his compliments on my butt? I went for the second option. I turned to looked at him and then leaned forward.

"Fantasies on these. It does not get any better even on High Definition." Sure helped to be have heavier sags than others.