He came in noisy. The pantyhose. For many years, I volunteered at the local village library. Far, far before his time. Admittedly, I was a breathtaking appearance in the fall of my life, but that did not provide any rights to such an amical treatment.

I put a smile on my lips and silently silenced him. If I had stayed behind the lending desk, it wouldn't have had that much impact. But I got up.

His face showed grey colours. His eyes almost tantled out of their greenhouses. He had seen my tail squeak away from beneath my swinging skirts. And under the guise of self-deprecating is the best defense I wrote down this secret myself and brought it to the public eye.

The whole library event shook to its foundations. A scandal had come to light. Nothing would overshadow the shame.

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