A colleague I'd always treated normally suddenly got drunk and passed out, ending up in my care. In the privacy of a room just for two, I became aware of her presence—the sweet scent she gave off, her sensual breathing, her disheveled clothes, glimpses of her lingerie peeking through. She made me intensely aware of her as a woman. I tried to restrain myself with reason, but couldn't resist the overwhelming urges taking hold of me.