Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 395856)

I struggled with this for some time now. Before our comic wedding, I realize that it appeals to me. This has happened to me before, as it happens with almost every one of us. Sudden sensitivity to the presence, the appearance of a man - or woman. Watching him, satisfied with the "inadvertent" meetings, to see how he does his job, while experiencing the special feeling looking at moving under the shirt shoulders on the protruding bone of the wrist or to the place under the chin, where it begins to grow a beard.