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Hunter's Moon (Part One)
Evelyn Harris strolled down the tree-lined street in
the brisk October morning. Leaves swirled around her
feet as she took in the view of the broad main street
in the small New Hampshire town where she lived and
worked.
Evelyn was twenty-seven, with chestnut hair and secret
hazel eyes. She was an assistant librarian and she
had lived in Pembroke for four years. She was
slender, and her shape still reflected the suppleness
of youth. Pleasantly round breasts and a compact rear
made most men look twice. She wore octagonal
wire-framed glasses that made her look studious. She
was soft-spoken and a bit shy.
She was interested in what the day would bring. After
much debate, the town fathers had approved a new
assistant librarian, and after a two-month search, one
was found. She started today. Evelyn had not met
her, but she knew her name was Diane Abbot, and she
was Evelyn's age.
Evelyn rounded the corner and turned towards the
120-year old Victorian style building that housed the
town's library. She made her way up the stone steps.
She checked her watch and saw it was nine on the dot.
Right on time. She swung open the heavy door and
proceeded to the large square office and checkout
area.
Mrs. Brown, the sixty-something head librarian greeted
her.
"Evelyn, good morning, dear."
"Good morning, Mrs. Brown."
The older woman tilted her head. "Well, it looks like
it will be a rather ordinary day. We've got a school
group coming in for some reading and research. The
software for the new catalog system is due to be
installed this afternoon. There are a bunch of old
volumes we want to move to storage downstairs."
Evelyn put away her handbag and draped her sweater on
the wooden back of her chair. She was wearing a long
wool skirt in a subdued tartan pattern. Her blouse
was powder blue, long-sleeved and high-necked. She
had on simple gold hoop earrings. Her makeup was
minimal, a soft foundation and a touch of lip gloss.
Evelyn said, "And Diane Abbot starts today."
Mrs. Brown smiled briefly. "Indeed she does. She
will be in about 10, I believe. I'm sure that you can
show her around, get her briefed on the routine."
Evelyn said, "Of course. It'll be nice to have
someone here. Maybe we'll be able to get caught up."
Evelyn did not mind the work as such, but she
frequently found herself working late as she handled
the daily routine of the library. It would be
pleasant to spend a little more time on her reading
and gardening.
As the young librarian started working at her desk,
she reflected on her quiet and understated life. She
had graduated from a small liberal arts institution
five years before. She was an only child, and her
parents lived in a modest house near Boston. Pretty
as she was, she had no lack of suitors in high school
and at the university. Some mild passions had burned
a few times (she had lost her virginity at 19, to a
fumbling skinny chemistry major) but no young man had
made a lasting impact on her life. She preferred the
reading of grand romances to the actual experience.
And yet, on the edge of awareness, she infrequently
felt the desire for...something a bit risky. Evelyn
felt sometimes that an atavistic appetite for conflict
slumbered beneath her placid life. She talked with no
one about these hidden facets, and she usually tucked
them away, safely in the subconscious.
She had no steady boyfriend. Once in a while, some
man would strike up a conversation with the pretty
young librarian, and ask her out. A dinner, sometimes
a movie followed these queries, but none of the men
ever made much of an impression on her. She fended
off the passes with skill and diplomacy, and as a
consequence, rarely dated a man more than twice.
Evelyn busied herself with the minutia of her job.
Books were returned, books were checked out, and fines
were paid by sheepish cardholders. She was poring
over a spreadsheet on the computer when a soft
contralto voice sounded.
"Hello. I think you're expecting me. I'm Diane
Abbot."
Evelyn looked up. She saw a very pretty young woman,
perhaps and inch or two taller than herself, with
jet-black hair falling in lustrous waves to her
shoulders. She had wide violet eyes behind large
oval-framed tortoise-shell glasses. She wore a simple
navy dress and low-heeled pumps.
Evelyn stood up and extended her hand. "Hello, Diane.
It's nice to meet you." Evelyn indicated the chair
by her desk. "Please sit down."
Diane placed her bag on the corner of Eveyln's desk
and sat down and crossed her legs. She had nicely
shaped legs sheathed in nude hose, with slight dimples
at the corners of her knees. Her breasts were round
and in perfect proportion to her rib cage. She smiled
tentatively.
Mrs. Brown came over and said, "Well, I see you two
have met. Evelyn, Diane comes to us from San
Francisco. She studied library science at Berkeley."
Evelyn raised her eyebrows. "That's interesting.
What in the world brought you out here?" She smiled
at the dark-haired woman.
Diane said, "I lived in New England as a little girl.
I guess I got to miss it. When I saw this job
advertised in the Library Journal, I thought it was
perfect for me."
Evelyn said, "Then I suppose this is a sort of
homecoming for you?"
Diane replied, "Yes, it is. When I saw this town, I
felt I was coming to right place for me."
Mrs. Brown said, "Diane, we're looking forward to you
working with us. Why don't you come over to my
office, and we'll get the W-4 filled out, along with
the other paperwork." She turned to Evelyn. "And we
might as well get the dirty part out of the way.
After that, I'd like you two to handle getting the old
stuff moved into storage downstairs."
Evelyn made a face. "My favorite part of the job,"
she said, with a trace of sarcasm.
Mrs. Brown smiled indulgently. "Now, now, we must
take the bitter with the sweet."
Diane reached out and touched Evelyn's wrist lightly,
"We'll make it go fast, Evelyn." She smiled as she
rose and walked with Mrs. Brown.
Half an hour later, the two young women were
downstairs in the storage area. It was dark and more
than a little dusty as Evelyn and Diane worked
steadily, moving the old books to the tall shelves.
They had to work in narrow aisles, and push a ladder
along to shelve the books.
The two women talked casually about the town and the
library. Soon they had exchanged the pertinent
information about their lives. Evelyn found herself
liking the tall, dark-haired woman. Diane was perhaps
a bit less reserved than Evelyn, but Evelyn ascribed
that to the Bohemian atmosphere of California. They
were both of a type, somewhat quiet, and not given to
demonstrating every feeling they had. New England
types.
Then something unusual happened. Evelyn was in one
aisle, reaching up to place a dusty volume on the
shelf overhead. Diane came by with a book that needed
to go further in.
The space was perhaps twenty inches wide. Diane
murmured, "Excuse me a bit, Evelyn." She then tried to
squeeze by. She was facing Evelyn as she tried to
slide by.
Evelyn said, "It's really a tight squeeze in here...but
I think we can manage."
Their bodies touched as Diane moved inward. Diane's
breasts compressed against Evelyn's, and their bellies
touched and slid into each other. Their hips met as
the material of their skirts rubbed together.
The women smiled awkwardly at each other as they met
in inadvertent intimacy. Evelyn felt slightly
embarrassed at the touch of Diane's breasts pushing
and rubbing against hers. But it wasn't entirely
unpleasant. Flickering shades of heat briefly pulsed
through her upper body as Diane moved by. She almost
gasped as the Diane's thigh fell against her mound.
Evelyn looked up, just a quick glance. Their eyes
met, and in the momentary eye contact, Evelyn thought
she saw a hint of something other than embarrassment.
She thought she glimpsed a bit of ... desire.
Diane finished moving by. Evelyn's breasts and thighs
tingled from the pressure. She breathed in, a long
deep draught, and she heard Diane do the same.
Evelyn finished shelving her books, then left the
aisle. She decided to choose books that would go in
other aisles. As she continued the chore, she felt
her mind return to the few seconds of contact with the
lovely young woman with the violet eyes. Evelyn
wondered why the brief pressure of Diane's body would
affect her so.
She could not think of it now. She dared not think of
it now.
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