Turning, she studied herself carefully from the waist down. The soft angora has passed out the belly button, which, like a beauty mark, highlighted her tight tummy. And below, like a milk-pod between her high hip bones, the curve of her belly. Pubic hair, glistening like a golden mantle, barely hiding the protruding lips of her swollen sex. Swallowing hard she opened the door and stepped out into the chill of the library.