“And then there’s the aspect of me and Marci working together. I think anything intimate might make that hard to do, to continue our work relation...hip.” I laughed. “Even though the topic of sex is a frequent one in the office, the actual fact of it is not. We work so well together, and I don’t want to screw that up.” Marci was the next to jump in, taking her cue from my concerns about work. She shrugged - her generous breasts shrugging right along with her, as I couldn’t help but notice. “I. ‘Can you tell me where the Tums are? I can’t seem to find them, and my Ralph is—’ ‘Right over there on aisle three,’ Nancy said with a bit of exasperation in her voice to the old woman in the overcoat. ‘Right where they’ve always been,’ she muttered sotto voce as the elderly woman drifted away. The shift from hell, Nancy thought. She was glad when this one would be over. She hadn’t really had any plans for Christmas Eve, but no one should have to work an evening shift on this day. At last the. Soon after I had been discharged from the hospital, back home to our flat. Still recovering, I hadn't noticed at first. The way he looked at me, treated me, never touch me. He would come to bed late, get up early. Yes, he fixed me food, made me comfortable but he avoided being close to me. Sighing I flung the towel in the laundry basket. He had seen me naked since. Only once, after I had seen the look on his face – pity, mixed with something I couldn't place – I had made sure, to cover at least. "Ladies, if you'll excuse me, duty calls," I smiled. "Nice meeting you, Petra. Oh, and Brigit, do you know where I can get a key to the office?" Yes," she said, "but you won't like my answer. Only Mr. Flannery can authorize that. Sorry."I nodded. "Okay, I'll find a way. Lead on, Terry," I said, hiding my irritation at the roadblocks I seemed to be encountering so early in my stay. Another thing to talk to Tom about, I thought. I'd better start writing this down. The list was getting longer and.