I giggled maliciously as I searched the bookshelves for the hidden erotic treasure. Of course, I am not looking for myself. No way. This is purely for selfless reasons.
I snuck to the top floor and found that there was a corner that seemed to be hidden. I quietly tip-toed over and peered along the shelves. My eyes lit up when I noticed the top shelf had several books with covers over them as if to hide their shame. There is only one reason why people use book covers to hide a title…
…Erotica!
I stretched to reach the books but found I was still too short to grab it. I strained and stood on my tiptoes, but it was no use. I put my hands on my hips in a huff. Why is someone trying to make it so difficult to obtain such treasure?
I looked around and noticed a chair next to an old table nearby. I grabbed it and dragged it back to the bookcase. I stood on the chair and reached toward the top shelf.
So… Close…
