Hairless world

The week passed slowly, quite depressing. November was a sad month, cloudy and cold as my life these days. The remembrance of the meeting with the ebony haired man was quite painful for my head. I didn't know what came into me to answer him so rudely and so boldly. He was tall, slender and had special features. I couldn't help but I was finding him awfully handsome. I remembered very clearly that weigh in my lower abdomen and that wetness between my thighs...it had been really uncomfortable and I really didn't know why it had happened. Just thinking again about this man and his wide green eyes was recreating this strange sensation, did he curse me or something like that? Moreover what was this strange talking about my face, I had never though that I was pretty or beautiful. Why would he tell me about me having a pretty face?
I also though about Chris, his smiling face and his nice chatting, but I didn't understand why he would have lied to me concerning the « head ». Maybe he saw that the dark haired man was annoying me and told me that to make me comfortable.

The waited tuesday came and passed slowly as the other days. As I decided the previous tuesday I didn't go to the second appointment. I spent the end of the afternoon in the library, hovering in the Archives alley without finding anything really appealing. Ten minutes before the closing time
I suddenly found one small and soft red book without tittle. I opened it and realized that it was a novel but an old-time fashioned novel. I started to read at a random page and found the story quite interesting. It seemed to talk about some love problems, unfaithful and jealous lovers. The old librarian came to interrupt me telling me that the library was closing in few minutes. I could consult the Archives section but I wasn't allowed to lend some books from there. I was slightly disappointed that I couldn't read this old novel before the day after.
I didn't know what took me, but the desire of reading that book became so strong that I made it slip into my pocket discretely looking around for the librarian.
When I left the library the detector rang but the librarian didn't come, too much ocupied telling the others to leave.
I stepped outside the library feeling little ashamed of myself, it was the first time that I was stealing something. I had always consider it a very bad action and today I was doing it. What was happening to me these days?
I went back to home and ate with my mother. She was quite tired by her working day and she didn't speak much to me. I left her soon and made my way to the bed.
I sat comfortably on my bed and opened the little stolen book . I wanted to start it by the beginning this time.

7pm was far now and I was imagining the angry face of the Head, his wide green eyes widding even more, if that was possible. He would have been very very angry. I laughed and felt very happy that I made, suppository, this man very angry and maybe sligthly....frustrated.....

I read during one hour and half and then stopped, shocked. The story was about a seventeen young girl madly in love with a ten years older man. It was quite entertaining and I liked the writing style. But then chapter five came. And with chapter five came THE KISS, the old style kiss, written with all the disgusting details. Or wasn't it so much disgusting? I read it again and again hoping to become accustomed to it. That was the most disgusting and troubling and arousing thing I have ever read.

I couldn't help but felt that strange sensation coming again into my lower abdomen. I stopped to read and started to think about myself, imagining doing this terrible thing with Roman. The image didn't seem to work, that wasn't looking arousing and erotic at all. Suddenly the image of Roman was replaced by the image of Chris, the guy I met in the meeting, and it felt better.
Then I started to regret my decision towards the appointment of the evening. I should have gone there and accept to join them, that was the only solution to meet this Chris guy again.
My thoughts went on again and I saw myself kissing Chris again and again and then again his face was replaced by....arghh..the head.
I closed my eyes with fake disgust. The image was so perfect. Green eyes penetrating mine as his tongue was penetrating my mouth...I jumped out of my bed and went out of my bedroom.
I had to drink something VERY fresh. My face was flushed, my eyes shinning and heat was coming out of my aroused body.

Tomorow I would go there and meet this annoying wide-eyed man.

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To say that I was confident would be a terrible lie. My mind wasn't sure of anyteve thing and my body was shaking as I faced the Fourth white house in the second street behind central station.
I breathed deeply and knocked to the massive door. The old grey-haired lady opened the door.

« Do you want something? » She asked me in a whisper.

« Actually I would like to meet HIM, you know... »

« I am sorry but I believe that it's not possible, Raven doesn't receive anybody on wednesday evenings... »

« Raven? Ugh? Please Madam, let me talk to him, it is important »

« I'm afraid that I really cannot let you enter here... »

Fear was becoming anger and I roughly shoved the old lady to step inside the house.

« Tell me where can I find him now? » I asked anger in my voice.

« I can't tell you, go out! You don't have the right to come inside and to push me like that! You uneducated girl! »

« Don't insult me old lady I can do ten times worst than that, tell me where he is or I will have to find him myself... »

« NO! I told you that I can't... »

« What is all this noise about? » The low and monotonous voice of the head came making the old lady suddenly dumb.

The head came inside the corridor, switching on the lights. His face didn't show any surprised at my sight but his eyes widden even a little more.

« Dora, let her come inside » He said looking straight into my eyes. « I think we have a lot to talk about, follow me young lady ».