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Reese

Another Friday night, another book boyfriend

I stopped counting at two-hundred Which, let's face it, put me squarely within the parameters of a fictional slut A shameless, insatiable one at that I could take the hunky cowboy on the breakfast table in the wee hours of ator in the stacks at the library,room couch, and usually I would round that all out with a sweet-talking daddy dom in my bed before sleep would finally force es

Oh, you know Reese; she's the one with her nose always buried in a book

That would be how most people were likely to describe me if they remembered I was around at all

Most people would be offended by being as easily looked over as a generic art print purchased at Pier 1, but aveworried that so anti-social or rude It would save me fro to have nor as horrifying as engaging in small talk

It wasn't that I was an overly anxious person

That would ih for real-life stressors to sink in

Generally, I didn't

I guess the best way to describe me would be - socially aard or shy