Last year, this girl I was wheeling and I were studying for our East Asian history exam on the second floor of McLennan library at McGill. It was late, and there were only one or two people left on the floor besides us. At one point, she started rubbing my leg, and elsewhere, and we both got pretty turned on. I grabbed her hand and we walked in the stacks. Let's just say that over the next 15 minutes, more Chinese books left the shelves than in the last 15 years.