[ WP ] Reading books is illegal , and libraries are run like brothels . Describe borrowing and reading a book like a sexual experience .

`` I'll take her,'' I said nervously, gesturing towards my selection for the evening. The man behind the desk looked over, his eyes widening slightly. 
 
 `` Geez, kiddo, I knew you were a freak like the rest of us, but I did n't know you were into the hardened type.'' He walked over to her, then unceremoniously grabbed her and brought her back over to where we were. 
 
 `` She's probably a bit out of your league, kid, but I could recommend...'' 
 
 `` No,'' I interrupted, `` I've heard nothing but good things, she comes highly recommended enough already. I want her.'' 
 
 He looked at me, looked at her as if seeking her approval, shrugged and sighed. 
 
 `` Whatever, kiddo. Do n't come crying to me in five minutes about how she's too much, you ca n't handle her, you want a refund. I tell you, I turned her a few times when I was a kiddo myself, I just kept returning to her night after night, could n't sleep just thinking about... well, you'll find out.'' He gave a bawdy wink. 
 
 He looked at me again, sized me up. `` Alright, lets go over the rules. Fifty an hour, four hours maximum - we ai n't a hotel. One hundred for any messes left in the room, two hundred if it's bad enough I got ta get off my ass and clean it myself.'' He smirked. `` As for her, a little rough and dirty is fine, bring her back with a bent spine and a new tear in her, we do n't care. But anything permanent, or really ugly, and we'll charge you a grand to fix up the girl, maybe refuse you service in the future if it's bad enough we need to replace her. Got it?'' 
 
 I nodded absently, the urge in me growing. I'd heard this before, I'll hear it again. Just let me go already... 
 
 `` Good enough, then. Cash up front, please.'' 
 
 I reached into my wallet, handed him a fifty. Then I rethought it, and handed him two more. Normally an hour at most was all I needed, and I always cleaned up after myself, but this time... well, she looked short and simple, but with a reputation like hers, I was n't taking any chances. 
 
 He cursorily counted the three bills, nodded, finally pushed her gently into my arms. `` You're in room 14B, second floor and second door on the left. Your three hours start in about six minutes, on the hour.'' 
 
 I grabbed her tightly, rushed towards the stairs. I'd been waiting for this... 
 
 `` Hey, buddy.'' 
 
 I turned, shot him an irritiated glance. 
 
 `` Take good care of her, okay? I'm particular of her.'' I shot him a blank look. `` You know, I'm fond? Listen, I'm saying I've gotten to know her real well over the years, and I like her a lot. She's one of my favorites here. I know I just got done giving the rules to you, but in her case, a special exception. You rough her up *at all*, you're answering to me, got it?'' 
 
 I nodded again, exasperated. I always treated them well, he did n't have to act like I was planning on taking a knife to her, or something equally bad. `` Got it. May I go now? I've got a place I wan na be.'' 
 
 He nodded tersely, and I rushed up the stairs two at a time before he could change his mind. Her right behind me, of course. 
 
 We got to the room, and I began hastily unbuttoning my shirt, flung it over onto the chair. She was still leaning against my arm while I did this, so I gently picked her up and tossed her over onto the bed, where she waited expectantly. 
 
 I shucked my shoes, hopped onto the bed beside her, and turned off the overhead light, leaving just the small lamp provided. At the last moment, I remembered to put on my glasses, the better to see her with. I ran a finger up and down her spine lovingly, tantalizing myself with just one more short delay before I entered her. 
 
 Delay over. I picked her up again - she really was as light as she looked, it seemed - and spread her open, hovering mere feet above my face. Time to begin. I opened my mouth as I moved in closer to what was now exposed freely to me. 
 
 `` Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury. *A story about a dystopian world similar to our own, where reading is even more illegal, as written from the perspective of someone living in a fictional utopian world where it was n't. *'' 
 
 `` It was a pleasure to burn.'' 
 
 God, I could already tell she was going to be amazing.
