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There's no noise allowed in the back room of the library. You're allowed to flip pages, scratch notes and share the occasional waxy earbud with your fellow econ classmate. That's it. You talk and Mrs. Turnbull, the bony librarian, will send your ass to Saturday school faster than you can say John Hughes. That was her rule. NO NOISE. So, when I met her at the backdoor after ninth period; after she pulled me in quickly, locked the door behind us, unzipped my pants, pushed me onto a table, and mounted me like some hot porn cliche, you better believe I didn't make a peep.
That was fun. Thanks 