"Come on in."The door opened and Steve Paul came in. He was impeccably dressed, as usual, wearing a wide-lapeled pinstripe suit, a flashing pink shirt... a wide red and white striped tie, and the light blue shoes that were his trademark, his badge of identification. Steve was always careful to maintain his calm, knowledgeable front, so that the legitimate businessmen he dealt with would not guess at his real vocation: sex and perversion."Jay," he said, "we've got problems." You're telling me. Soon he started counting between punching buttons. When he got to six there was a snapping noise from the door and it slowly swung open.We both stepped back. "I don't believe it. That door had a six number combination. The usual for a door like that is only four. We should wait a bit before going inside. The air is probably kind of stale."By my watch we waited ten minutes and then entered. It looked like some kind of lab. A large one, it was at least 30 meters wide and we couldn't see the end. I felt him again. He's pleased, I can tell. For a minute, I actually felt like hugging Mama. Of the lot of them, it was her that had raised the greatest response from him. I thought that must be significant."Mama, if you think that too, then I'll just have to go along with it. Maybe it will help me get back to being closer to my old self if I do stay here with you. A lot of my memory seems impaired, but I have some nice memories from back when I used to live here. Do you still play golf?" We. The next day I gave interviews and agreed to do an online interview on national television. It was a business related show and it was a good way to get people interested. I had done three of these shows so far but they had been on radio and over the phone.Nora said, "You going to be on TV?" Not like Paige. The people watching will be the business people. Hardly anybody will watch." But it's still TV!"She was too worked up and I was worried about Jack. "Sure but we're trying to get a licence to.