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tracing the surface, her breasts small but well-formed even in the unfitting bra. The angle of the beam shaped her figure, framing her with a glow.
    Peter Denner was mesmerised.
    He’d been looking for a book from a favourite novelist and had stopped in his tracks at the angelic young woman enthroned in the beam. This was the face he’d been looking for, the figure perfect . She was exquisite.
    Peter couldn’t help himself . He rushed over and landed with an inept plonk into the plastic chair opposite Amelia. She jumped in fright and yelped, a sound which bounced around the library producing death stares from the bench of librarians. She pushed back her chair to distance herself from the flamboyant man in front of her.
    “ No, no, please. I’m not going to hurt you,” Peter apologised, holding his hands palm outwards in a disarming gesture. He hurried on, not realising in his earnestness that he sounded like a stalker. “I just think you’re one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen and I want your name and to photograph you.”
    “ What? Get away from me!”
    Peter could see he’d terrified her. “No, please don’t go!”
    Amelia was grabbing her books and papers in a hurry, barely managing to hold them . A notebook dropped noisily to the floor and Peter dropped quickly to retrieve it for her.
    He was practically on his knees pleading, drawing the attention of everyone in the library. “No, you don’t understand! I’m a photographer, a model photographer. I need a model for an art shoot and you’d be perfect.”
    She snatched the notebook from him. “Look, mister, you’re freaking me out.”
    “ Can we please talk about this? Somewhere else maybe?”
    “ No! Hell no!”
    “ I promise I’m not a pervert. I’m legit. Look, see, here’s my card…” he held out the card in her direction, his name and profession clearly printed on one side.
    Amelia had backed away looking like a terrified bird, eyes wide . Peter held out the card like he was luring her closer with a tidbit.
    He spoke quietly, “I promise. I only want to photograph you, nice photographs, for a magazine. That’s all.”
    She loo ked at the card he waved at her. Peter was in his mid-40s, she guessed, almost six-foot tall and slim and was wearing a colourful combination of pirate shirt, vest, dress pants and purple Doc Martin boots open from the ankle. Under a thick head of dyed messy brown hair, his face was round with a prominent nose, small wrinkles around kind brown eyes and a pair of round silver glasses, lending him favourite-crazy-uncle sort of feel. She looked at the card again, wondering if it was going to bite her, then tentatively reached out and plucked it from his fingers. Peter sighed in relief as she read it.
    “ I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir. You’re obviously scaring this girl.” came the dismissive tone of one of the librarians, her face squished in disbelief that someone would dare make such a holler in her library.
    “ Okay, okay. I’m leaving. But not before I ask for this woman’s name and get a promise she’ll call.”
    “ The library is not the place to coerce minors. You will leave immediately.”
    The curly-haired , voluptuous librarian stood no higher than 5’4 but still looked intimidating.
    “ Okay, I’m going.”
    He tried once more to plead with Amelia. “Please, call. It’ll change your life.” And with that, he was escorted to the exit.
    Amelia didn’t move . She watched Peter until the sliding door closed behind him. She dropped into her seat, lay her books on the table and read the card again.
    “ What the hell?” she whispered before sliding the card into her old rucksack and tried to push the whole episode to the side.
    It was pay day for Sam and he’d spent most of the day in the bar getting wasted . That night, he was cruellest he’d even been and had started the barrage of verbal abuse the instant Amelia opened the door.
    “ Where have you been, you slut? How