As I was running my random errands this afternoon I stopped by Barnes & Noble in University Village, for no reason other than I like going there every now and then. Being a bookstore, and located near a particularly large Academic Institution, it is full of a larger-than-usual percentage of young, attractive females. This plays no small part in why I prefer this location; besides that, I can peruse magazines and books without shame and even � if the Fates are with me � find a nice comfortable chair to slouch into.

I made it no further than a quick scan of the magazine racks near the front entrance when my eyes fell upon the sight of a blonde beauty. Dressed in mid-calf high black heeled boots, and knee-length black skirt, and powder blue blouse which flatteringly showed her form, she was casually perusing the book-marks and assorted literature-related knick-knacks which occupy the nether-region between the entrance, checkout stands, and voluminous magazine racks. Her hair was done up in a conservative, no-nonsense, seriously academic tight braid against her skull, but it looked ready to be quickly released in a dazzling, uninhibited display of unbridled feminine glory, the sunny locks tickling the back of her neck and shoulders in a delicate but powerful display of passion and desire.

She seemed to sense my lustful glances, and I detected a sudden rigidity in her posture, an instinctual defense, that, although she never saw me, had indicated to her that she had become the object of some possibly sick and depraved fantasy of desire. Someone was trying to steal a tiny piece of her Ka to take home and use in some twisted act of masturbatory release.

I suddenly became sickeningly aware of my potentially predatory status, and decided to make a quick pass of the upstairs portion of the store, to feign a search and thus a reason for my being there, before quickly leaving, but not before stealing another glance on my way out.