Bea and I had been together a little over ten years, eight of them as man and wife. Like most men I was just not sensitive to the mood swings that can...take place in women so it was quite a while before I noticed the change that had come over Bea. As is normally the case it was a small trivial thing that brought things to a head. I was dressing for work and when I went to my sock drawer I saw that I didn't have any brown socks."Hey Bea, I don't have any brown socks." They are on top of the. You'd better have them on when you arrive for your nextappointment!"I thought she was kidding, but I said to myself, "I'll show her!" Andgetting ready that day two weeks later was fun, because Kimberly'spanties felt so sexy on. They were nice and fresh after I washed them.I had sniffed them several times after I got home and found them to berather pungent, and had been afraid someone might think I was on myperiod--just kidding!Within a month, Kimberly and I had settled down into a. "Yeah?" she said."That would be some trick," I said. "Quite an alteration, Men to Women."She laughed and nodded. "Oh, yeah. That is best one we do!"I laughed too, delighted that she had gotten the joke I was making. "Well, you just be careful with my clothes, okay?"She nodded again, almost a bowing of her head. "You like? What we do?" I always have, I assume I always will," I told her.Still nodding, still smiling, she made another note on my ticket before I left.***I picked the clothes up on. . Two eggs over easy, hash browns, wheat toast - dry, and one cup of decaf." The request was a simple one, number seven on her mental list of twelve hundred and twenty-four possible combinations.Marcella noted the order on her pad and turned to go, just as she had done every morning for... How long had it been? Behind her, the elderly customer made some comment in a pleasant voice, but his words didn't register.The question came back to haunt her all through the morning, and she wondered.