I walk to an old table and sit down to read my latest interest into a world past it’s prime. Mature sex I walk into the Moore’s Town library and look around. I scrunch my nose when the smell of old books assaults my most sensitive sense. She had on the attire in which she’d perished; a tight t-shirt that clung to her smallish teenage figure while still remaining modest, a pair of black leggings partially covered by a classic Japanese school girl style short skirt that stopped just above her thighs, and heel-like black shoes. Something however, is off about her. I scrunch my nose when the smell of old books assaults my most sensitive sense. My feet which felt as though they were floating, hits the ground and I calm
