The look on his face, before she had turned her back on him ... that look was what woke her in the middle of the night – every night since!She was d...eply in love with Sam – head over heels in love with him – and the very last person in the world that she would ever want to hurt...And she suspected that not only had she hurt him – she just knew that she had – on some level – maybe even destroyed him."Oh you fool!" she wept as she stood under the shower, this was the only time that she could vent. " But then ... what do I wear to work today?" Here," she held out a pair of nylon and lace panties. The fabric was a shimmery burgundy color. "Wear mine. Just until I have time to wash yours."I caught my breath. Maybe the mind control command had worked!"No," I demurred, "I don't think I could wear that to work." Why not?" Well, the lace would itch ... and it just wouldn't feel right, I don't think. Maybe I could just wear a dirty pair of my own briefs?" Ewww, no! Just wear this. Don't be such. He was in his late 20's... a cutie... sandy blonde hair with aviator mirrored sunglasses wearing blue jeans and a suede leather jacket... I tried to not directly look at him every time I passed by... by the 3rd day i just couldn't take it anymore... I had to find out if he was or wasn't... I wore my too tight tank top and my little shorts as I walked directly in front of him to take the books back to the library... I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked away... I could hear him. Even if the wind did change direction, my current scent would not be blown in her direction, though the faintest wisps of it could reach her nose. I hoped that she would be drawn to the building, giving me the chance to put my plan into place.She looked around the ground, sniffing in the futile search for my scent and growing more agitated with each passing moment. I watched as she searched the area outside the opening, possibly catching wisps, but not knowing what they fully meant. It was.