My college career was fast coming to an end as most students left campus for Spring break. Another six weeks and it would be all over and I would be on my way to Florida to begin my teaching career. I hurried up the steps of the library for my evening shift as a librarian assistant. I had to supplement my G I Bill income with a student work job and working at the library was way better than the construction job I had during my junior year. Miss Hamm, the head librarian, checked her watch as I entered the building to verify that I was on time for my shift.
Miss Hamm had been the head librarian at the university for as long as anyone could remember. If you saw her you would surely say that she must be a librarian. She was in her forties, a spinster who only wore clothes that were some shade of black, white, or gray. Her hair was always done in some fashion of a bun on top of her head.
She wore black framed horn-rimmed glasses on a chain around her neck, no make-up or perfume. She was probably the most non-descript person I have ever known, she was neither pretty nor ugly, she was just plain. The only adornment she wore was a single strand of pearls. She loved reading the poetry of Keats, Byron, and Shelley but I also found a number of well read trashy novels like Tobacco Road and Peyton Place in the bottom drawer of her desk.
On one occasion she showed me to the room where "sensitive" materials were kept and could only be accessed by special permission for research. Once in the room I saw a number of first edition books, original maps and manuscripts, and private letters from historical people in North Carolina. Among the items was a beautiful book containing, Kama Sutra prints. She put on a pair of gloves and opened several prints of men with engorged cocks entering women's exposed cunts in various sexual positions. I could easily see that she was turned on by the pictures and showing them to me. Her face was flushed and her breasts heaved as she tried to breathe. She attempted to tell me how rare and valuable they were but I knew she was getting off on the experience. I told her about my seeing the paintings of more than ninety sexual positions on the walls of bordellos in Pompey, Italy. Still flushed and breathing heavily she could only comment, "Oh my!" I brought the topic back to the Kama Sutra by asking if she had a favorite one. She didn't answer but said, "We need to get back to the front desk." As we left the small room I made sure she had to brush against me going out the door.
There were very few students in the library that evening so I took a cart of books into the stacks to put them back on the shelves. Miss Hamm would usually remind me to pay attention to the correct order so the next person would be able to find the right book in a timely manner. I knew the Dewy Decimal System but more and more I was finding that Miss Hamm would show up to "check" my filing and that she would often end up close to me.
