I am a pharmacy technician at a big international drugstore chain. She was in my line, the next person I was going to help. When I noticed she was wea...ring bicycle shorts, she got my attention.Perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I am 5'6" tall, weigh about 160. I have brown eyes, and I will admit, my hair is just starting to turn salt and pepper at 48 (but don't tell anyone). I like to consider myself still handsome enough to get a glint in a woman's eye.She was about 5 foot 4. . with her wife ... with an adoption lawyer," she said in a hushed voice, the blush blazing in the intermittent light from the street lights and occasional passing car.I was, to be honest, shocked. Lillian Haverstaam is a handsome woman in her late thirties with the body of a gymnast. It never would have occurred to me that she was gay, never mind had a partner and was trying to adopt a baby. "I ... see," was what slithered out of my usually more controlled mouth in a tone that was almost. Please?”“I ... I’m back, Em. I’ll live. I promise.”My sister stroked my forehead and hair. I looked up at her in the dimly lit room and saw her breasts a few inches from my face. I grimaced as tumescence fought with my catheter.“Do you need something more for pain?” she asked. “The nurse said she’d bring something when you needed it.”“No. It’s okay. Just uncomfortable.”“Someone needs to wash your hair tomorrow. What a greasy mess.”“How long?”“Your hair? Below your ears, like usual. They didn’t. Stan had to concentrate hard in order to keep up, so he was unable to spare much time even to watch Anne. Carol must have caught him though. ‘She is beautiful, isn’t she?’ Stan’s absentminded reply of, ‘Yes, she is,’ may not have been entirely tactful seeing as he had her hand in his, and his other hand on her shoulder. She hesitated a moment which was just enough to make Stan lose his rhythm. Carol gave him a black look for a moment but obviously decided to let him off. Stan recovered his wits.