![]() ![]() That was, unless someone had taken the opportunity to seize on the privacy of the place and play hide the sausage. I seldom visited it, there were so few books that needed reshelving there, but when I did, it was like entering a morgue. ![]() ![]() With every college student’s ability to do so much research online these days, the reference floor was becoming a sad relic of the past, smelling of dusty old books no longer lovingly paged through in the quest for scholarly advancement. I slowed my cart-not slow enough to appear as if I cared, but slow enough to get an earful- and pretended to reshelve the books piled on it.īut I figured, if you’re going to have sex in a campus library, the reference floor-where I was working that day-was probably as good a place as any, if not better. What if they got something on the books? Or the tables? Or the chairs? Couldn’t they just wait to get back to their dorm rooms? ![]()
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