Chapter 29
Chloe stayed online for the next few hours. It took her all of
three minutes to get fed up with Paul looking over her shoulder, so
he decided to retreat to the bedroom and change out of his costume.
He stripped off the fat suit and took what he'd hoped would be a
long, hot shower. Unfortunately the mildew stained bathroom seemed
to have only a few gallons of hot water at its beck and call, and
Paul had to rinse with cold water instead of hot. Shivering, he
quickly toweled himself dry (towel courtesy of some Hampton Inn
somewhere in the world) and started to get dressed. His
sweat-stained suit lay crumpled on the floor, cold and clammy and
stinking of fear. A little poking around the bedroom's sole chest
of drawers yielded a pair of UC Santa Cruz sweat pants and a fad
