I was also getting more than a little worried about myself. Maybe I really was turning into a faggot after all? And that I had just not known it about...myself before? I hoped that it was not true, but I had to admit to myself that I liked knowing that I was doing, saying and feeling the same kinds of things that real girls do. Life just seemed so unfair some times. It would have been so much simpler if I had just had the same hormones flowing in my blood, that my pretty sister had in hers.. Neither knew Jason so they almost walked past him."Uh, excuse me, Ms. Charms?" Jason said. His voice faltered slightly. The girl was even smaller than he had imagined. "I'm sorry. I'm Jason Rader. Judy called to say she was running a few minutes late and I should watch for you. Mr. Driller, it's nice to meet you."Adam smiled at the man's nervousness. It reminded him of – well, him – a month earlier."You, too, Jason," he said. "Now, is Jason your stage name or your real name?" Real," Jason said.. As they stood surrounding him, Lamar had fought his gallows humor and the desire to say, “Oh, look! We’re in the land of the little people” since everyone in his team except for Kaama was height disadvantaged.Raj was a small wiry Indian man in his early twenties. Even though everyone in Lamar’s team was very intelligent, Raj was scary smart.Marty was also short, maybe a few inches above five feet, and had to weigh at least 200 pounds. With his round face, curly black hair and wire-rimmed. Anne wondered really why Dana kept coming in and whether it was for her or for Dennis. Dana’s husband had left a long time ago and then suddenly died when Dennis was 16. And while Dennis had seemed to come through it well, Anne still wondered why the visits.Dana was, in Anne’s opinion, very conservative. Dressed very plainly and also in Anne’s opinion did not accentuate her many positive features. While she was not perfectly fit, she had large breasts and very nice legs that she showed.