I saw feet under the door but no answer. I began to worry that someone else was in there but then she opened up the door.“Why the handicapped stall...?” I askedShe said because there was the most room in it, as a devilish smile slid upon to her face from out of nowhere.She started to untie the string to her bikini in the back. As the top fell to the ground I felt a sudden tightness in my swim trunks. And I guess I wasn’t the only one that noticed iteither. She dropped to her knees and slid. Surely no man could look so good, so natural. Maybe Paul's outlandish story was true. "Okay, you can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow you look for somewhere permanent to stay."Find a place of his own? Paul had no real idea how long it would take Michael to come up with a cure. Until he did he was going to have to support himself. If he was careful with his money he could probably get a reasonable apartment for a few months. Surely it shouldn't take any longer than that for Michael to undo. #126: The special abilities' area of my brain continued to slowly get smaller while I scratched my head for the next two hours, getting nowhere.The abilities area kept getting smaller, and then the NP-fingertips I was using on the downstairs study's scrolling keyboard self-canceled. I tried to recreate them in the downstairs study and failed. I tried creating them right in front of me and failed again. More minds tried and failed, again and AGAIN!Blobs and other things still worked - I had been. But eventually I called."Hi, Collette, remember me, it's Sarah". "Ah Sarah how are you." It was as if she seemed to expect me to call as a friend, as if I was making a social arrangement. I almost felt embarrassed to ask her to wax me. Collette seemed like a friend and making a business transaction didn't seem quite right. But anyway she arranged to come round the following day.I am a lady of leisure so she came round to my home at 11:30 the next day. I made her a cappuccino and asked her.