Library Run!

“You did say you wanted to read, more, right?” she asks, “Reading is super important to maintain brain health. You're my best friend, I may be brainwashing you but I prefer your brain in best condition. I'm not brainwashing you to be stupid!”

“Well, that's good to know,” I snicker, and she smirks, turning her palms up.

“Also, brainwashing people to be stupid is against the law,” she tells me, helpfully, “At least in the United States, Canada, Mexico, the European Union, Australia, New Zealand, Taiwan, Japan, and the Republic of Korea, which have actual laws.”

“So, you down for a library run?” she prompts, and I nod, “Sweet! Let's go, then!” We stand up, and we leave her house to head to her car. Getting into the passenger side, I buckle my safety belt, and look over as she buckles her own belt, as well.

“So are we going to the library to actually get books or do you want me to suck your cock discreetly somewhere inside the library?” I ask, as she puts the car in reverse and uses the camera in the front console to navigate carefully into the street.

“Much as a like the idea, probably best we leave that one to erotica and not try it in real life,” she answers mischievously, but the gleam in her eye tells me she's serious. She's always been one to play it safe, safer than most, it's why we're close.

We would always prevent one another from stupidly doing something on a whim without thinking it through, first. Still, I'm glad we talk like this. “You're right. Just wanted to make sure we're on the same page. You know, since I can't say no.”

“Oh. Shit,” she mutters as if it only just occurred to her, glancing over at me when we roll to a halt at a red light, taking a deep breath, and she nods. “So I need to be cautious for both of us, then, when it comes to sexual temptations, and stuff.”

“Yea,” I reply, “I don't want to end up in a cell, or have you end up in a cell because you're the one who brainwashed me.” Realistically, she would be in more peril than I would, due to my reprogrammed state, but it would also ruin her career.

I consider it my most solemnest of duties to ensure that my best friend's blossoming career as a professional hypnotist is launched without a hitch. As she drives, Amy hums, drumming her fingers against the wheel, utterly focused on the road.

One thing I never do, once someone is behind the wheel, is yammer on. I lean away from her, against the door, and Amy rolls down the power windows, so we can have fresh air. For a while, we simply sit in comfortable silence, as she drives.

The library is well outside the neighbourhood, and we have to drive through a gate to leave the neighbourhood, but soon, we are out into the city. Then, it is another twenty-three minutes to reach the intersection the library sets on a corner of.

I watch the library, as Amy turns the corner, then rolls slowly to the entrance, and turns in. She carefully navigates along the path, then pulls into standard parking, away from handicapped spaces. I unbuckle my safety belt and quietly get out.

“So, what books are you thinking about getting?” I ask, following her as she gets out and heads for the library's entrance.

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