Chapter 145: Wandering Mind
*Not all who wander are lost. Except my mind, that bitch is gone. – Zee*
Nessie was not used to being around so many people. Even when all the Shack brothers were here, it was big enough that it didn’t seem crowded.
But now, it was crowded.
A few days ago, she had come across a little reading nook along the back hallway. It had a floor to ceiling shelving unit that was full of books. She decided that it must be for the kids to do research because most of the books were various types of encyclopedias, almanacs and anthologies.
A desk would be better in the little room than the plush red couch. Nessie would also suggest better lighting than just a sconce above the couch. She came around the corner and found one of the teen girls curled up on the couch.
Nessie had seen her around the club, usually with Priscilla, the musketeers or in the gym. The girl with the dirty blonde hair had a knack for disappearing in the crowd. As usual, she wore pajama pants and a tank top.
Looking up as she turned the page, she looked a little surprised to see someone else there.
“Sorry. Didna mean to give yeh a fright.” Nessie smiled at the girl.
“You’re good.” She replied taking her glasses off. “Just not used to people coming to my alcove.”
“Oh! It’s yers?”
“Yeah.” She blushed. “Cookie built it for me so I had a place to disappear to. I’m Camille, Trigg’s youngest.”
“Nessie.” She sat down at the other end of the couch. “Yeh don' live with yer family?”
“No. It’s a complicated situation.” Camille muttered.
Nessie picked up the teens left hand and turned it palm up. She ran her fingers over the younger woman’s hand.
“Yeh have trouble with someone close to yeh.”
“My sister.”
“It will be a while, but it will pass. Yer going to meet someone who will change the course of yer life.”
“I’d be more impressed if you could help me sleep.” Camille teased.
“Yeh don’t sleep?”
She shook her head. “I have chronic insomnia. I can’t take medication and was told to read something boring.” She scoffed and motioned to the large collection of books. “Of course, I’m the weirdo that finds encyclopedias interesting.”
“I speak to the dead. Yer not the only weirdo around.”
“I have a book about that.” Camille marked her place in her book with her bookmark and sat it aside as she stood up.
Scanning the books, she found the one she wanted. Bending down, she grabbed the bottom shelf and pulled it out. The next few shelves moved out also creating stairs. Climbing up she grabbed the black leather bound book and then climbed back down.
A nudge from her bare foot had the shelves sliding back into place. Camille returned to her spot on the couch and handed over the book. Nessie looked at the book before opening it and seeing her mother’s great-grandmother’s name.
“Me Grams wrote this.” Nessie beamed. “I’ll see if she’ll sign it for yeh.”
“I thought it was interesting. I also felt as though she was…”
"Blowing smoke up yer arse?” Nessie asked with a grin.
“Exactly.”
“She was. Grams wrote a fantasy tale and people took it as fact.”
They heard someone moving in the hallway. Camille motioned for her to be quiet. She rolled her eyes when it became apparent that it was Trevor getting a blow job.
Nessie stood up and looked out into the hall. “Gawd! Yer huge! Every. Where. Good on yeh, mon!”
Camille busted out laughing in her little alcove. Although Trevor looked over at Nessie, Clay never paused in his actions.
“Does this happen a lot?” Nessie asked Camille, barely turning from the show in the hallway.
“Yes, and you can watch.” Camille laughed. “Clay’s a fucking freak, literally, and loves having an audience.”
“Mon doesn’t have a fecking gag reflex.”
Trevor winked at her as Clay changed his position and took the cock a little further into his mouth.
“Feck! Makes me wish I had a pecker!”
Camille laughed harder, holding her stomach as a few tears slid out of her eyes.
