I rushed to the backroom to get a book cart and let the staff know I would be in stacks. I headed out to a seldom used section of the collection and started weeding while I waited for him to find me. I nervously flipped pages, only half paying attention to what I was doing and wondered if I should try to go find him instead of waiting.
It was a mistake to rush to the nether reaches of the library without telling him where to find me. I hoped he wouldn't be mad. I so desperately wanted to please him, all I could think about was how I should have communicated better.
As the seconds ticked by, I became more agitated until I heard his voice behind me, "This is a wonderfully private spot for a conversation, Eileen. You know your library well."
I let out a brief sigh of relief, grateful he wasn't upset, and turned to face him, "Thank you, Sir."
He spoke with a quiet assuredness, "I assume you have given my question some thought and have an answer for me..."
I took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and nodded, too nervous to speak.
"And what did you decide?"
I closed my eyes and exhaled before speaking, "Yes, Sir. I want to explore this with you. I want to be yours, please."
He smiled, happy with my answer, and I could feel my body begin to relax momentarily. That is, until he leaned forward and in a gruff voice whispered in my ear, "I am glad to hear that, Eileen. Now, to begin, I want you to face the book cart, unbutton the top of your dress and pull it aside so your breasts are exposed."