He says, "Don't get shirty with me."

"Are you refusing to help me?"

"Please, sir," said the rattle brunette librarian, "can't you see what's going on?"

The man shook his head. "I see nothing. You just don't seem to want to help me. Now please just tell me what I need to know."

"Sir, I can't," Ryleigh said, desperately continuing to try to make the man understand the seriousness of her predicament. "I need to figure out what is happening here, and you're not helping!"

"Don't get shirty with me, miss."

"No, no, no," Ryleigh said, again unable stop herself from removing yet another article of clothing, this time her blouse. She tried even harder to stop it from happening than she had with her shoes and stockings, trying to **** both arms back into the sleeves. The only result was that the blouse gave way with a ripping sound that could be heard throughout the library.

By now, several customers were standing in line behind them man, all watching Ryleigh's **** striptease, none of them doing anything to stop it. They ogled the flustered beauty as she tried to cover her small, lacy black push-up bra with her hands.