With a slight twinge of concience, you slip the book into the backpack you brought to work. You zip it tightly, and then begin to rapidly work again. You grab boxes, moving their contents back and forth, trying to keep your mind off the fascinating libram.
The day goes slowly, and when it is over, you are so anxious to leave that you rush out the door the minute your watch beeps five.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Shouts a voice from the study off the main hall as you close the front door.
"Yeah?" you reply nervously, recognising the voice of Mrs Adams, the executor of the estate. She's a fairly young woman, with light brown hair and an athletic build. She has however, been on you from day one, and doesn't take any shit from you or anyone. You've been walking on eggshells for the past few days, and cautiously, you return to the house.
"You forgot your paycheck." Mrs Adams smirks at you. "Not that I'd normally mind getting the work for free, but it's a pain in the ass when you come looking for me a week later." She extends her hand, with an envelope protruding from her shapely fingers.
"Uhm, Thanks!" You grab the envelope from her hand, smile at her once, then dash to the front door and out. Your heart is beating rapidly and you are close to panic. You take several deep breaths to calm yourself as you walk home.
The book is heavy in your pack as you trudge along the streets of this small town. You see the occasional face you recognise, but you pass them all by in your relentless march home. Eventually the familiar outline of the campus buildings greet your eyes.
Your dorm is a traditional "women's Tower" with no men allowed, but everyone knows that it's just a matter of getting the doorgal to look the other way in order to get your boyfriend up to your room. You nod at the door monitor, before passing her by, and entering the elevator at the end of the entry hall. It is a long ride up to your floor, and when you finally find yourself at your door, you are frustrated to find a sock on the door.
It of course means that your roommate has her boyfriend over. From within you can hear rhythmic moaning, which means that Joan has once again broken her "vow of chastity". It's such a good pick-up line....
You could always barge in on them, or you could go to the common room and read there. However, you are aching for some privacy.....
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