The Reading Room

Amy placed her stack of books on top of one of the long wooden desks, and sat down next to them. She looked a few chairs to her left, and saw a slim Asian woman with glasses poring over a history of medieval France. She looked a few chairs to her right, and saw a white guy with tousled hair and a pointy nose scanning a stack of outdated maths textbooks. The reading room was full of readers. All of them were totally silent.

She'd looked through the library catalogue, and discovered that people weren't writing too many books about ghosts these days. Apparently, nobody seriously believed in them any more. But she'd managed to dig up a few texts that might help with her little problem.

She picked up a heavy, leather-bound tome called Mysteries of the Unknown, placed it in front of her, and opened it to the table of contents. She traced her finger down the page, to the chapter entitled Spirits, Spectres, Phantasms and Other Astral Phenomena: What They Are And How To Deal With Them.

As she turned the page, hunting for the chapter she needed, she heard a click.

Amy jumped, and looked down. Her belt had come undone.

Carefully, glancing left and right to make sure nobody noticed what she was doing, Amy slid one hand under the desk. It was a little clumsy with one hand, but she managed to refasten the belt.

She let out a sigh of relief as she perused the first lines of the chapter. There are many varieties of astral phenomena, ranging from the menacing banshee to the playful poltergeist. Some are easy to handle, while others fiendishly difficult...

Amy's belt came undone again.

This time, before she could respond, the belt was slipped through the loops of her extra-tight skinny jeans and off her body. It was jerked away, leaving her beltless. Amy watched glumly as it skittered away across the floor.

She was pretty sure she knew what was going to happen next.

A very quiet tug-of-war ensued. Amy was strong, and the jeans were tight, but the ghost was stronger, and she couldn't afford to fight too hard in case she gave herself away. Gradually, inch by inch, the skinny jeans were slid down Amy's long beautiful legs. She crossed her ankles, but she could only delay her depantsing by a couple of minutes before the ghost's insisting tugging was able to **** them apart.

Her jeans slid off her toes and onto the floor. Amy tried to trap them with a foot, but they wriggled away like a snake, animated by the ghost's dark power. She watch them slither across the floor of the reading room, vanishing into the same hidden corner of the library that now concealed her belt.

She looked left, then right. She was sitting in the middle of the reading room, surrounded by people, all of them totally absorbed in their books. None of them had noticed she didn't have any pants on yet.

Of course, if she made the slightest sound, that could change.

Amy bit back a squeal as the ghost pinched her bottom. Its fingers were very cold. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.

She took a deep breath, and tried to concentrate on the book. At least it couldn't keep her from reading.