"Whoa!" Michael gave a little start as he was nearly run over by ... a sexy doctor? Reacting without thought as she sped toward him, he dropped both the wrapping paper and naughty dolly and swiveled at the waist, reaching up to catch her. One hand caught her upper arm, all proper and acceptable, while the other, embarrassingly enough, was firmly gripping the lady's nylon clad thigh. Half of his hand had actually slid under her skirt, so in addition to warm, smooth, nylon, he could feel both bare skin and garter strap under his fingers.<br/><br/>Now, he wasn't sure if he stopped her or if she caught herself on the shelf, but what he did know is that the stop was so abrupt, a pair of dark glasses flow off her face, flipped through the air, and struck him right in the nose. Michael flinched back with an, "Ow..." and releasing her and catching the glasses as they tumbled down his chest with the sort of practiced speed that people with glasses develop.<br/><br/>"Gahh," he rubbed his nose as he rose back to his feet, blinking watering eyes. "Are you alright?" He offered the glasses back to her, "Sorry about the... ahh..." He swallowed while trying to decide what he was apologizing for. Had he groped her, is that what you'd call it? "Startling you. Sorry I startled you." He gave her a sheepish smile, and added, "You know, you've really nice eyes. Shouldn't cover them up with tinted lenses. Sorry... random babbling is my thing." Why was he still apologizing?