‘Widen your grip, straighten your back. Bring it down it a more fluid motion, Reema. Exactly, just like that. Good job.’ When Reema did it get it...right, it was a very hot sight. Near the end of her set, a guy waited around for his turn on the machine. As Reema finished her last pull, he immediately grabbed a towel. Here, I’ll wipe that down for you. Don’t worry, I’ll be using it next, anyway.’ ‘Thanks!’ Reema said, noting in awe that he wasn’t the first guy to make that offer today. She was. "I'm here to see Mr. Pettersen," I offered, unwilling to give up my car keys."Everyone's here to see Mr. Pettersen. Give me your keys." I'll wait here until it clears out at bit." It ain't gonna clear out. Give me your keys. I'll watch your car."I handed the man my keys and walked toward the showroom, beginning to get nervous. Where would my car be if I needed to get away quickly? Where would my keys be?The glass at the front of the building had been replaced but the crack at the end was still. Now, wait in the hall until I tell you to do otherwise."I complied, leaving the bedroom for the hall, and stood passively waiting. Mrs. Johnson walked by me, on the way to the living room. I had no idea what she was going to make me do, but I knew how well her bedroom was wired for video and sound, and I got somewhat of a bad feeling about my immediate future.I heard in my ear, "DO YOU HEAR ME, SHIRLEY? I'M IN THE LIVING ROOM, GIVE ME A SHOUT."I yelled, "I hear you." GOOD. WE'RE GOING TO. I haven't lost anything." Well, that's good. Come! You can think us up some breakfast!"Melanie and I chatted as we ate. By 5 AM, it was obvious what had happened. All my kinetic abilities had stopped growing again. I booted up my laptop and started doing a few calculations. After a few minutes Melanie came and put her hands on my shoulders."Disappointed?" Hmmm? Oh, you mean about stopping? No. I haven't learned to use what I've got yet.This is actually a relief." Ah... Yah, you're pretty.