Bree's reaction was a bit stronger than Jim had expected, but it did not have the intended effect.  "Don't you see?  I picked the maid's outfit because I can't get you out of my mind.  I see you and I..."  Jim grabbed his jacket and took a few faltering steps.  Without looking at her, he continued.  "You said it yourself and I was too thick to agree, we shouldn't do this.  I am having trouble right now focusing on that goal.  If I were to stay, I would continue to press the issue until you relented, or hated me.  I need to go."  With that, Jim headed for the door uttering those classic words as he went out.  "It's not you, it's me."  Once Jim was in front of Bree's house, he paused, hunched over, to steady himself and catch his breath.  He had been so stressed that he had started to hyperventilate.  Even now, tears of embarrassment were starting to form in the crooks of his eyes.