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Vickie

Vickie Though everyone working in the library referred to him as “old Saunders”, the head of the staff was really no such thing. He was in his late forties. He was strong and robust looking, with sexy grey hair speckling his temples. He looked more like a successful businessman than a head librarian, and only his wire-rimmed glasses gave him a faintly intellectual air. He was stern, and he didn’t appear to have much of a sense of humor to those who came in contact with him. Not many people did, of course, and this probably added to his reputation. As far as Vickie had heard, he only called people into his office when he was displeased with them and wanted to dress them down or fire them. He never, to her knowledge, called in people for a pleasant chat. But she tried to cheer herself up with the notion that few people really knew what old Mr. Saunders was all about. She was nervous, she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t, but she tried to concentrate on the positive aspects of her past employment. She’d been a good librarian, efficient and thorough. She’d never been late, and until this week had hardly had a day off. Maybe she was going to be an exception. Maybe she was going to be called into his office for a friendly talk. Deep down she felt that this wasn’t so, but she ignored the feelings. She worked steadily through the afternoon and was tapping on Mr. Saunders’ door several minutes before the appointed time. She wanted to get it over with. “Come in, Vickie, my dear,” Mr. ...

... Saunders welcomed as she stood in the open doorway. “Take a seat. I’d like to talk to you.” She moved across the room, surprised that he even knew her first name, let alone was friendly enough to use it. In all the time she’d worked here, she couldn’t recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn’t remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so long ago. She couldn’t recall what he had said. He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the corners. On his large desk was a clutter of papers. He suddenly spun around, stepped beside the desk, then sat on its edge, facing her. His long legs were spread out on either side of her, and she found herself gazing at his crotch. He had his hands in his pockets, but now he pulled them out and planted them on his thighs. He leaned over and spoke very softly. “You’ve been with us a while now, haven’t you, Vickie?” he queried pleasantly, staring into her big blue eyes. “Yes, I have…” she murmured, suddenly very shy in front of him. His presence was a little overwhelming. She heard her heart pounding softly. “And this week you’ve been away, and you’ve seemed so distracted,” he went on, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips. “Why is that?” “I… I’m not sure…” she lied, suddenly ...