It wasn't a real problem in the traditional sense. No. Her problem was totally of her own making. Mostly in her own head...and her loins. If she wasn't careful, it could cause her to lose her job. Then where would she be? It was bad enough that she lusted after her boss. If she couldn't see him five days a week, it would kill her. Not to mention it would mean finding a real job. She loved working at Crescent Moon Books and she didn't want to give it up.
|Libby (A Children of the Hunt Short Story) by Emme Wesson|