Jane Judge, the librarian gone wild, clicks her heels together, her short hair bouncing as she sways to an unheard rhythm. She pops a bubble of gum into her mouth, her tongue dancing around it, her eyes hidden behind her glasses. She blows bubbles, each one bigger than the last, her cleavage heaving with each pop. Her long nails, painted a fiery red, tap against her thigh, her legs crossed, inviting you to join her in her kinky, chewing-gum fueled reverie.