The Wizard of Oz?!

"Doe, I hate this book, are you sure that it counts as a fairytale?" You say, proffering a copy of The Wizard of Oz. She impatiently grabs it, looks first dismissively at the title then, somewhat to your amusement, her expression becomes very serious as she flips through the pages.

"Well John," she says, "Fairy tale is a very vague title, quite frequently the only thing that really groups them is the appearance of self referencing "folkloric" creatures or elements. Gnomes, princes, etc..." Her voice trails off as her eyes rove over the pages. She slams the book sending the dust in the air onto you face. As you're blinking she starts to rage.

"I mean really though how could we know! How could we know that this little Podunk library would be the center of the fairy tale dystopia!"

You can't say that you've really been paying that much attention, as she's been giving her little tirade you're eye's have been busier than your ears. The room is poorly lit but you can't take your eyes away from the way her torso meets her hips, or how that lovely hair frames that cute face, or is it really beautiful, you'll decide later. Following her hair you end up looking at her eyes and realize you can see what looks like tears.

"Come on Doe, it's just Oz, I mean how bad could it be?" She seem only to be infuriated by your well meant remark.
"Oh? What could be so bad?" She moves behind you so and stands against your back so you both can see the contents.

As she flips through you see a lot of blank pages occasionally interrupted by a picture. Weird pictures at that, a burning town, a Munchkin pimp. a lion pelt, Toto the little black dog stretched out on an operating table, a grinning and rather hot green woman, Dorothy screaming in a burning hot air balloon. As Doe shivers you can feel a firm breast touch the side of your arm.

"You don't begin to understand the cosmic relevance of this, do you?"
"Ummm.... No."
"Arrr! I don't know how you're going to be of any use!"
"Look Doe, if means this much to you, I want to help, I don't want to see you upset." You considering mentioning your earlier deal... but think it best to hold off for the time beaing.

For a moment you eyes meet. It's simple it isn't as if you've said anything serious but there seems a certain amount of embarrassment in her gaze.

"All right, well..." She seems calmer, "Shall we take this book?"

You look at her delicate pale fingers, long and intelligent digits... something like a very feminine brain surgeon you think, as they rest on the book title.

"Just put your hands on mine if you think we should start here."

She looks up at you with uncertainty in her eyes, her hands are tempting...