XVIII. The Moon.

The Library —NIGHT

Andrea hangs on my arm kissing, nibbling, but she is also actually pretty sad. We enter The Library. I take Andrea up to the security guard at the front desk and clear my throat.

“We are looking for a—a—err—a man with red-spiked hair?”

The desk officer nods his head, yes.

“He caused quite a disturbance. Earlier, you know,” the guard shakes his head sadly, embarrassed, “I had to call for backup. City cops came and hauled him off.”

I curtly address the girl off to the side.

“Andrea. He’s been arrested. That’s good for Him, but I really don’t think it’s good for You. I think some time in jail might straighten him out. In any case We should leave, because I don’t want to hang around The Library looking like accomplices to whatever mayhem Spike has been currently up to.”

Andrea flushes pale and runs out. I follow. We are free.

I follow her Magic Flight outside. Andrea is still sobbing and still running. Her black skirt is flying up showing her large white behind and black panties. I run to catch up on The Library steps and hold her skirt down as she goes.

Covering her butt, I think to myself, I don’t know if I am embarrassed for everyone to see the prize I have been working towards for these years, or embarrassed that my prize may have gotten less desirable over the years.

We approach my Impala, parked at a meter in front of the building. She scoots into the passenger’s seat of the car.

But! I think, I want her as much now as ever!

I slide into the driver’s side, take her and kiss her.