He was about 5'9', lean, primly dressed, with spiky hair that shined at different angles. He was brown, Indian I think, to be exact. I noticed a guy staring at me from one of the shelves several stacks away. I worked my way through the floors and students. The bare concrete walls that run all through the 11 maze-like floors give it a rather cold and gloomy reflection. It is a rather large structure reminsicent of 1960s Brutalist architecture. I exited onto the main lobby with a mild erection that only went away when I imagined the morbidly obese lady, next door, dancing naked on six-inch stilettos!įast forward to the library. I was turned on by the smell of 'sex' that some men create when they sweat and 'work out' during sex. I noticed a wrapper for trojan condoms and the place smelled like sex. I took the stairwell and by third floor I smelled something odd. The elevator was out of order and I had to take the stairs out of my apartment building. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
My half-deaf room mate wouldn't wake up if God himself came down and ordered her to do so. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life.
