Page 107 of The Fed Sex Man

My twin sister was looking back at me.

Dressed in dark slacks, a white button-down blouse, and what looked like a two-inch pair of heels, she was wearing glasses that could have very well been a pair of my own. Her hair was even cut like mine.

Shocked, I flipped to the next page, and then the next. Upon getting to page two hundred and fifty-five, I learned that she wasn’t a student, she was the librarian.

Then, like a punch to the stomach, Shawn’s words from the night in the Mexican restaurant came back to me.

“Librarian. You’re the naughty librarian.”

I felt dirty. Used. Cheap. I tossed the yearbook on the couch, stood, and stomped to the bathroom.

Without knocking, I pushed the door open. Wrapped in a towel, and in the middle of rubbing lotion on his arms, Tyson looked up.

I cocked my hip and glared. “Do you want to tell me who Garber is?”

His Adam’s apple rose, and then fell. “Huh?”

“Garber,” I snarled. “The librarian. Binter wanted you to let him know if she sucked your dick with her ‘DSLs’ during summer break. Remember?”

“Jo, it’s coincidental,” he stammered. “She was just the librarian. I didn’t—”

“Save it,” I snapped back. “It’s far from coincidental. Remember when Shawn said, ‘you’re the naughty librarian’? Well, I do. That was right before I wrapped my DSLs around your cock the first time. Why don’t you call Binter and tell him about that?”

I slammed the door.

With tear-filled eyes, I stomped to my car. While Tyson stood at the front door wrapped in a towel, my DSLs and I backed out of his driveway for what I was sure would be the last time.