"Let those beauties breath, Miriam."

Miriam looks at you strangely the moment the words are out of your mouth. You realize you actually spoke them rather than merely thinking them. The way she is staring at you, you begin to wonder if she is aware of her partial nudity. Then you realize you are staring at her breasts as they slowly come to a stop now that she has stopped speaking about her problems at work. You start to explain the look on your face when you remember the receptionist's reaction to your statement about her being naked. You think about how you might approach the issue with Miriam. You decide to try ask her questions about herself to determine whether or not she is aware of her breasts being out in the open.

"Miriam, what do you normally wear to work?"

"That's an odd thing to ask."

"Well, I'm curious about you as we have worked together for years and I don't know much about you."

"Even so. That is not normally the kind of question you would ask a person about themselves."

Thinking a moment you say "Miriam, everything I ask you is a perfectly normal question." You hope whatever it is that is going on will make your statement come true as you still have no clue why these things have been happening. You completely miss the soft, subtle glow of the Bluetooth device around your neck.