Actually, I didn't walk through the doors, that would have hurt, theysort of swooshed open automatically. It would have been a bit silly towalk into t...e doors, wouldn't it? I'm glad I got that straight. Um, I dotend to babble a bit when I'm nervous, so forgive me going on about thedamned doors.Anyway, the doors swooshed open and I found myself once again walking upto the reception desk.The girl behind the humongous granite desk smiled efficiently; her teethglistening in the spotlights;. Butt plugs – you want to be careful with those, Ron warned Pauly. Wanted one ever since I was a kid, said Mike. Pauly couldnt take anymore. Paulys insides were aching – he did look a bit sick. Suddenly, his butt crack exploded, showering the whole club in poop with their mouths open. Run for your lives! People shrieked as immensely heavy loads of manure hit them, finally killing one. Pauly gave a gigantic fart. A second later, a masterpiece of a poo splattered the windows and walls. Pauly spent. "Alright then, hair stylist but I'm not going to give up on you justyet." What d'you mean ma-am?" I asked nervously."Yours is too good a head to waste entirely on hair. There's abrilliant brain inside it as well."I was pleased with the compliment but became more nervous as MistressJanet continued."I'm going to speak to Andre to try and persuade him to release you forlectures at New York State University." But Ma-am; - I pleaded in vain." There will be no buts about it Michelle. I refuse to let. She had seen and taken note of how I ate.Anna asking me, "Are you okay Bill?" interrupted my thoughts. "You havegone very red. Are you too hot or feeling ill?" I...I...I'm fine," I stuttered. Erika gave me a small smile as if sheknew my thoughts but didn't do anything to help. "Perhaps some waterwill help." I got up and helped myself. I got myself under control andfinished off my salad without further incident.As we finished washing the pots I remembered my mothers invite. "Mum hadheard that.