Reply #23: Not just a thread, darlin'---we're starting a whole site!... [View All]

Keep an eye out for that.

Good to hear your "voice." I've been missing you. Big, handsome, strapping heterosexual male that I am, I assume this means little to you now but still....I've missed you. I was going to write a fictional version of your first week as a lesbian, and I may still do! But just at the the moment, I haven't the time.

Let me at least set the scene for you: M-Jean is drinking herbal tea and watching "The Gilmore Girls"---as per usual---and she gets a splinter in her cute l'il hand. She's got one of those thrift-shop coffee tables where the varnish has worn off? Anyway, she grabs treezers from the bathroom and attempts to extricate said splinter. She gets half of it, but the damn thing breaks off, under her skin. Not just annoying---this is downright painful! M-Jean ventures out then, into the cold dark night, heading for the 24-hour pharmacy at the end of her block. (Need I mention that it's raining? And M-Jean is wearing only a thin white cotton t-shirt?) The pharmacy is empty. But---thank goodness!---there's someone behind the prescription counter. A young woman dressed in a nurse's uniform. She is not unattractive. Indeed, upon closer insection, M-Jean realizes that this lass is quite the looker. My gosh, she can't be more than 20! Blonde hair---you can tell she's a real blonde--tied up in a neat, efficient nurse's bun. "Can I help you?" the young nurse asks, as pleasant as can be. M-Jean's mind is racing, and so is her pulse---she can feel her cheeks flushing bright red. "Yes. I-I hope so.Maybe you can..." And she holds her injured paw out to the night nurse....

More later.