" I can't just —" You can. Just call in sick. Suzanne, I'm sorry. These people mean business. You know that better than I do, right?"I hug up and ca...lled Sam Weathers. He was equally sleepy but he finally agreed to comply. An hour later his taxi pulled up outside my house with Suzanne and a small boy inside of it. I handed Sam the thirty-three dollars from my wallet and told him I'd give him whatever else it cost later. I assured Suzanne that everything would be fine.By then it was almost four. “I hate what it does to the talent, though...”That brought me up short. I had been psychic for only a few weeks. In that time, I had just gotten used to being able to use telekinesis and telepathy and biokinesis and all my other powers. But wearing an MCP will do the exact same thing that wearing any kind of clothes did to a human talent: Screw it eight ways from Sunday. I gulped, slightly.After Ali got her butt dressed – and holy shit, she looked amazing in an MCP. The pale gray fabric clung. Were they asleep or were they kissing, fondling each other or indeed fucking, I had no idea.It must have been about half an hour after we’d all gone to bed and I don’t know whether it was the strain of listening or just the emotion of what had happened this evening, however, I found myself drifting off to sleep. It was just at this point that I realised that the TV next door had been turned off. I thought that’s it, they are also going to sleep.However, I then heard a sound that led me to. But all the other stuff, which was used, we threw out, including the couch.By the time we were back and put away whatever stuff I had, which really is nothing compared to Angie’s clothes, it was still after 5pm. We didn’t even stop to eat lunch, and we were both tired, yet very hungry. I suggested a shower, then go out and eat.Angie smiled and undressed right in the living room. Her panties came off last and she twirled them around with her finger, then flung them my way and started walking.