I played the usual guy game of trying to guess if she was wearing panties and if so what kind? I returned to my now cold cup of coffee wondering why I...felt slightly aroused. I sensed that something might happen, a sort of an expectancy was in the air. As she came back to her table, I noticed her pants were open and that she had on a pair of dark blue panties. It was almost as if she wanted me to see them. I noticed and looked over to where she was sitting. Her hands were under the table and I. 'I okay this, but tell him I might not answer some of them.'It's a physical change, right?'I nod.'And you said it was a change in you. Not in anyone else?'Another nod.'Has anything else that you've noticed changed?'This demands a longer answer.'Yes and no. Everyone here, they're still the same. At least as far asI know. No changes to the building, I still have the same apartment,Katie still scored a 90 yesterday. But some stuff about me has changed.My history isn't exactly how I remember it. My. After a week of her complaining she started sleeping on the couch because she couldn't stand my smell. When I asked Barbara and Chad if I smelled, Chad just shrugged his shoulders and Barbara told me she noticed the smell but didn't think it was that bad. Finally, I asked Dish, who works with me moving other people's stuff around. She is quite burly for a woman and she has been the best employee I have ever had. She has been with me when I was sweating profusely lifting a baby grand piano up. .. or much worse." Emily's eyes lowered somewhat sadly in thought. "But I just can't stand to see people suffer." Emily wet the wash cloth, wrung it out, and began gently washing Brittany's wrists. "It's why I decided to go into nursing, you know." Brittany flinched at Emily's initial contact, but did her best to hold still. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I've given hundreds of sponge baths in the past ... although never in the nude." Emily thought a minute and then grinned, "well,.