So many questions.

I returned to my room, deactivating my invisibility as I slipped on my clothes. I slumped down on my seat, savouring the respite from my insatiable libido.

I had begun forming in my head several questions for the Doc for when I spoke to him on Monday.

Why had my libido increased so much? Why were women suddenly behaving in such an accommodating way towards me?

My mind raced, playing over the past few days and noting some other important changes.

Why was I thinking with significantly increased clarity? I closed my eyes, leaning back, sinking further into my seat.

It’s not like I was some kind of idiot, but I spent my days masturbating to porn and erotica, playing videogames, and generally acting in an unsociable way. I didn’t even have any friends anymore.

Suddenly and impulsively, I had begun seizing the moment, talking to girls, stopping criminals, buying thoughtful presents. I was changing, that was for certain, and I could not honestly say that it was for the worse.

Then there was the invisibility, and all the perks that I had taken with it. That definitely needed discussing, but, sharing that with a man I had only met once seemed like a risk. Did he know? Was that something he had expected to happen? For that matter, was Nurse Sarah in on it? Too many risk factors with too little reward, I had to think hard to come up with a vague enough, and innocent enough, way to broach this with the Doc.

I opened my eyes, standing up and deciding to head downstairs. I might be thinking clearer, but, these problems needed time. I had the entire weekend to think through what I planned to say, sitting around and brainstorming would only get me so far.

I made my way to the front room, plonking myself down on the brown sofa as I stuck my feet on the coffee table in front of it. I had a little while until I knew that Mom would be calling me for dinner, so I grabbed the TV remote and flicked through the channels.

My attention was grabbed by the news, the anchor-man, tanned and grey haired, began talking about an attempted robbery in the city.

“I’ll pass you all over now to Jenny for this special report.”

The scene cut to a beautiful reporter, who’s bob of lightly curled auburn hair rustled in the breeze.

“Thanks Terry,” she began, staring into the camera that framed her and showing a familiar looking storefront in the background.

“After a terrifying attempted robbery, one plucky store owner showed true heroism in defending her business. I’m here with Mona Wright, proprietor of Wright’s Jewellery Emporium, the brave owner who said “Not today” to four masked bandits when she knocked them all out to save her business.”

“Thanks Jenny, it’s great to be here,” a familiar face beamed at the camera.

Her makeup was still pristine I noticed as I instantly recognised the woman who had sold me Amy’s present. Her dark hair was still held tight in a bun, and it appeared that she had not had time to change since I’d last seen her. I smiled at the thought of the load that must still be sitting in her tight pussy.

“Miss Wright,” began Jenny, “Can you tell our viewers the story of your astonishing heroism?”

Mona smiled at the camera.

“Well, I’d just finished a sale with a young man and as he left the shop three armed men charged into my store, brandishing guns and demanding the money from my till.”

“That sounds truly terrifying,” said the reporter, pressing the mic back towards the shop owner.

“They began smashing my display cases as one of the assailants began man-handling me,” at this Mona gave an unexpected smile, “I don’t know what came over me, but my guardian angel must have been watching over me, guiding my movements.”

“What happened,” asked the rapt reporter.

“I grabbed the bat, one that I keep purely as a deterrent, and I disabled all of the assailants before they managed to leave with my money or goods, I even managed to get the waiting driver,” she smiled again, “we’re a small business and this would have absolutely ruined us.”

“My God,” the reporter looked at the slight woman in disbelief, “well, I can tell you that all of us at channel nine wish you and your business all of the best in recovering from the damage done in this harrowing ****.”

“Well, I’m a little bruised and sore,” with this she grinned a wicked grin into the camera, “but I’d do it all again if I ever had to.”

The camera panned back to the reporter.

“You heard it here first, criminals had better think twice before messing with this small business owner. I’m Jenny Jones, reporting for channel nine news.”

I turned the screen off, grinning stupidly and staring for some time at my reflection in its mirror-like surface of the TV. I might have to return there and see if Mona would live up to that offer.

“Jake! Nadine!” Mom bellowed from the kitchen, “dinner time!”