Not a damn thing could ever happen between us, or so I thought. My shift today started like any other day. I arrived in the early afternoon, after the... lunch rush had died down. I put my uniform stuff on, and set out into the part-time grind. As soon as I saw her, I said, "Hi, Alison," with that same hopeful, puppy love tone I always did. Dumb, I know. Just a victim of my hormones overriding rational thought. Programmed for politeness of course, Alison returned the greeting with a smile as she. That's why Dazzle has really downplayed that section of their business everywhere but in the gay community."Sarah noticed the phone in Adam's hand for the first time."If you're looking for Allie, she's up there working on something with Mary and Rachelle," she said, pointing up the hill."I was trying to return a call I received this morning, actually," Adam replied. "But I'm intrigued. What is Allie working on with Mary and Rachelle?"Sarah smirked."Her web site," she said. "Mary apparently. It was like a full bathtub with a slow leak. You couldn't see it or hear it, but over time you couldn't miss that the love was leaking out. Donna was at her wits end trying to figure out some way to staunch the flow. Steve certainly had appreciated the care she gave him the first week or so when he'd been confined to bed. However, the more he was able to get up and around, the less around her he wanted to be!At the doctor's visit three days ago, on Monday, the doctor had cleared Steve to return. "Oh, well, I set some of it up earlier while you were outside. I was thinking you might need something to take your mind off what happened," he said as he pulled out my chair. I sat and he pushed me up to the table. I had never been treated with such respect and I was a little taken back by it. He returned to the other side of the table and sat. He reached behind him and produced a bottle of white wine. He opened it expertly and poured us both a generous amount. I raised my glass to him as he.