make a break for it of course, your no hero!

James was a linebacker, and so it was fair to say he had at least a 100lbs on you and no problem dishing out a ass wooping whenever he felt it was due, which was more often than not if memory serves. In fact it's those memories of his beatings which spur your fleet of foot, and with a dash you bound up the library steps and into the library proper, slamming the door behind you garners you a glare from the lone librarian manning her desk in the atrium, her nameplate read Miss stogsdill, but the regularly prim and proper librarian had one eye catchingly perverse deviation to her regular attire, as the librarian turned towards him, he was treated by the redheads own gloriously capped nipples struggling with the lace of her under bust blouse as they shifted back into solitary position, leaving your mouth agape as she glared of down over her half crescent glasses.

A second bang on the door however is enough to shake you from your revelry and as discretely as possible under the gaze of the authoritarion of this abode of knowledge, made your way into the stacks and quickly towards the upper levels, intent on losing James to the wrath of the already irritated librarian, no Thanks to you. Eventually after reaching the third level, and leaving the horrorendous tale behind in favor of the volumes contained in the shelf surrounding you, your original purpose returned or mind, and the excitement from earlier returned to recompense the excitement of the past few minutes. Somewhere in this library was your dream, and if the women along your journey were any sign, then your angel would be unknowingly the harbinger of sin, and all you need is to ensure to expunge your unbearably strong lust upon the nubile nymph. Remembering your phone, you could change a few more rules to ensure her cooperation, or you could accept the challenge of seducing her to be your plaything.