"Have you seen the way he walks? Like he can't even walk with his legs together."
"I have heard he is hung like a horse, at least 7 inches."
"Damn," the woman whistled, "What the hell do I have to do to get a piece of that action?"
"I have found it hard to breath," Lindsay interrupted them, she had been in the stall when they came in, she had to bit her lip to keep from giggling. If only they knew. The rumors do NOT do my Danny any justice. "But it's more like 8.5 inches I think. I'm not sure cause we don't do too much measuring if you know what I'm saying," She stopped and smiled sweetly at them. "I'm sorry was I interrupting your lusting?"
"What makes you think we were talking about Dan, I mean Detective Messer?"
"Who else would you be talking about? He is the only guy you gossipy lab techs have EVER lusted over since I started working here 4 years ago," she said. "If you actually want to meet a NICE guy, try being less superficial. And to let you know, he walks like that because of an old knee injury from his pro-baseball days. Chasing down murder suspects who run when they get caught tends to make his knee act up."
Waving sweetly she turned and opened the ladies room door, and walked into the waiting arms of Danny, "You ready to go home?" he asked.
"We need to pick up a measuring tape," she grinned slyly at him.