The following Morning

Huh! Wait Chrissy what. I got out of bed but Chrissy wasn’t next to me. Huh. Some weird dream. Well. I guess. Maybe that book was bad news? Maybe I just just return it. If it was giving me dreams like that. I went to check…. Eh. What! My closet was empty! Ah!

I raced into the main area!

“Hey, fellow carpet muncher,” Trish said.

“Hey Trish.”

Chrissy was cooking. No hint of… whatever version of her was in my dream.

“Check your phone,” Trish said.

“In a minute. I uhm, need to-”

I jumped over the table into the kitchen into the laundry area. Yep, she folded all my clothes. Man. Chrissy was like an angel. Hmm, book. If she touched it…. Oh god.

“Carpet muncher! Fucking phone!”

“A minute!” I shouted.

Wait! I was wondering if things rubbed off on her, but the librarian got extra in the mood after she read aline! Trish too! And I read a line to Chrissy. “...”

Fuck. Why… I didn’t even remember what I said. But god it… uh.

“Carpet muncher!”

I came back into the living area.

“I really wish you’d stop calling him that,” Chrissy said. “Or not like exclusively, it is so crude.”

“Well, I am still curious who is better, me or him,” Trish said with a wink.

“What’s up Trish?” I asked. She tossed me my phone. Looking at it, the first message caused me to sink in my chair. She moved the book before Chrissy did my laundry. I guess, as much as I wanted to say why didn’t she say so, she had been trying.

“Thanks. I owe ya three.”

“You owe me ten,” she said.

“You owed me two already. This was worth another two! And well,” she began typing.

Looking at my text messages. I read that she was counting the other eight due of how aggravated she was that the book **** her to mastubate while imagining a male cock inside her. She blushed as I read it.

“Still feeling that way?” I asked.

“Thankfully not!” She said. Ugh.

“So where is it? I think I should take it back to the library. It is dangerous.”

“What? Are you fucking nuts?” she said.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Chrissy asked as she sat down setting down toast and eggs with some bacon for me.

“A light novel a friend is writing. His protag is considering taking a cursed object like a **** note and just leaving it in a library! Sounds dumb, right,” Trish said.

The fuck is a **** note? Sounds bad I guess.

“Oh yeah. You’d have to be an idiot to do that,” Chrissy said laughing.

Grrrr. “Okay. I’m not the smartest okay! I’m just a dumb jock right?”

“Dude! Don’t be that way!” Trish said.”We ain’t saying that.”

“Yeah. Eddie,” Chrissy said sipping her drink. “Trish helped me out this morning. She has been nothing but a good friend to you hasn’t she?”

“What would you do then?” I asked.

“Simple. The person with the best resistance just needs to find the deepest hole and bury the sucker.”

“So you are saying. Don’t worry?” I asked.

She nodded and stood up. She passed me to baggies. ”I did some tests like you added. Nothing. So, I will take care of it. Okay? I just wanted to make sure you didn’t panic or wake up flustered. Okay?”

She’s trying to take it away from you. No laced ****. You confirmed it. It’s magic. Your magic. She isn’t even asking you. She’s taking it.

“What if… I’m not done with it?” I asked.

“Eddie… please. Are you really going take it there?”

Chrissy blinked. “I feel like I’m missing something? What’s going on?”