It’s after hours at the local library. She’s there. She’s always there. Returning books to their proper place, according to the Dewey Decimal system. Maybe it’s the way she leans over the cart to gather the volumes. Maybe it’s the way the dim light reflects the collection in her (hot) nerdy glasses. Maybe it’s simply the way her dress skims across her shape. Maybe it’s just that she is “the sexy librarian” in the flesh.