All day Iwas very embarrassed and scared. Several times during the day Iremembered back to the time when my mother made me wear panties toschool and ... had a strange feeling that it would not be the lasttime I was made to wear Janice's panties to work, and I was gladwhen I finally got home that night. Things went on fine for about a week. Janice had not made wewear her panties, and I was beginning to think that all of myworrying that day was for nothing. But one night, a week later. " He said which told me nothing.I had no choice but to go with him, although he allowed me to share his consciousness I was still tied to his body, as we descended in the lift there was a woman with a young girl, she was about 4 cycles old, the girl kept looking at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back.She pulled on her mother's hand and whispered something. "No Natalie there's nobody there." The woman said with a sigh, Chris glanced at the woman and then at me. I nodded my head."Perhaps she. Accept. Take, for a change. I’m not very good at being passive. Arms are next. As she works, I recall how I once hated my upper arms, how I wouldn’t wear sleeveless tops even on sweltering summer days. She somehow senses this and asks, ‘Did I trigger a memory?’ ‘Baggage,’ I admit. ‘Good riddance.’ ‘Gotcha. This isn’t easy for you. I can tell.’ Is it that obvious? I don’tknow how to respond, so I do what I typically do in those situations: I retreat. I tiptoe away, leaving my body to enjoy her. She told me that you said that if she killed me, she'd be a junkie without a fix. Some friend you are!"I thought saying that would shock Patty, but I was mistaken."You think that I'm not your friend because I pointed out the truth to Kristen?" You're twisting my words around!"Patty didn't respond, but just looked at me.I stared at Patty, daring her to out-stare me. It was a child's game; I admit it.Finally, I broke the silence. "I really thought you were my friend, Patty."I slowly turned to.