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V. Looking for Something to Read ::(1):: The next night I had planned to search with care for some pretty shifty books my father kept hidden in our library, he always said if I was there "These are not for you, they are forbidden" I don't know if you as kid always did listen to whatever your mother and father did ever say. If so, I was a much naughtier kid than you. I thought I'd read them while he was away. Jolanda was the only upstairs employee so she was the only one to sneak around. But as I left my room that night, you see our maid Jolanda was nowhere to be found and sneaking down the hall I saw from a far the door to the library standing ajar ::(2):: "So this is where she is", I said to myself as I carefully tip-toed closer to see if she'd gone searching on the very shelf that I had planned that I would be. But the sounds I heard as I reached the door wasn't like anything I could say I had heard anyone utter while reading before. It had me exited, cause I was a nosy lad. When I carefully took a look inside the sight that hit my innocent eyes had absolutely nothing at all to hide. With closed eyes and her breath in sighs Jolanda sat in my fathers ear-lap chair wearing only stockings and underwear <<Previous - Next>> Page 5 Webmaster: TidiousTed fiveblokes@yahoo.co.uk All text and site graphics: Copyright Tidious Ted & R.L.Wood |
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