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8PHE0009 Word Count 5962 ******************** Day 9, Wednesday He woke up with Joi over him. She lifted the baby from his chest and put it in the crib. Then she knelt between his legs and pulled his shorts down. Kinny smiled as she took him in her mouth. Her hands were cold but her mouth was warm. He really, truly enjoyed Joi's blowjobs. When she stuck a finger up his butt and massaged his prostate, he erupted. He hadn't schitzed this time. He was learning to associate that - violation? - with pleasant feelings instead of old nightmares and memories better left for dead. She kissed him on the mouth. It involved tongue. Kinny could feel his seed on her tongue. Taste it. He felt a moment of revulsion but it soon passed. Joi took him by the hand. She led him to her working bedroom, upstairs. She stripped him naked before letting him in the door. "Tonight I out myself as a heterosexual," Joi said. "Practice your man voice." "Um. Wow?" Kinny said. "La, la, la. This is me." He coughed. He watched, amazed, as she dropped her clothes to the floor. "The cameras are on?" That sounded right. His voice hadn't even cracked. Joi nodded. "Why are we doing this?" She smiled. "Because we can." Kinny looked down. He was already erect. "Looks like Bowser's okay with it. If he's good, I am, too." "No names. You can call me, mmn, Carob. I'll call you Boyfriend. Or, Bo." "Bo?" "Short for Boyfriend. Don't worry. It's all being cartoonified. No real faces or voices." They started with a 69. After the STD check. It amazed Kinny how wet she was. He wished she hadn't kissed him with a mouth full of his own jizz. Because that's all he could taste now. After she came on his face, they changed positions. They tried doggy-style, missionary, woman-on-top, and a few positions that Kinny had no name for. Joi climaxed repeatedly in each position, spraying milk with each orgasm. They only stopped when it was - finally! - time for Kinny to climax. "Money shot, Bo," Joi said. "On my backside. Show it to the camera." Kinny had never imagined wanking off on camera before. But the visual of leaving his spunk on the dimples of her arse ... that would live on in his dreams. The baby cried. "Perfect timing," Joi said. She got up, posed for the camera. "My tits are leaking, anyway." She dashed out of the room. "That's all, folks." Kinny covered the camera with a Piglet adhesive bandage. "Good night." He shut the computer down. Kinny gathered up the sheets and the blanket from that bed and took them downstairs. Joi smiled at him from the couch as she fed the baby. He grabbed an empty baby bottle from the lampstand and dropped it in the sink on his way to the laundry. Trips to the basement always creeped him out. First of all, the door to the basement was much heavier than it had a need to be. It could only be opened with a key - needing the key from either side. The door closed on its own and Kinny lived in fear that it would trap him inside before he could transfer the key from kitchenside to the other side of the door. There was a similarly heavy door at the foot of the stairs with similar locks. Different keys, though. Both doors had heavy sweeps of rubber and brass at the bottom. It was always cold in that basement. And quiet. Kinny knew from past experience that he couldn't hear the baby cry down here even with both doors propped open. Kinny walked past the bed which was in the middle of the room with a movie-set wall behind it. The kitchenette was placed in a similar way. A single camera, placed in the center, could capture three sets - or more - simply by swinging around. The third set? Looked incomplete. Frames, bars, and pipes with a variety of attachment points. Pulleys and two davits. Kinny transferred Joi's wet clothes from the washer to the dryer and then loaded the washer with sheets and blanket. Soap and softener and a dryer sheet for the dryer. He started both machines. There was tape on the carpet down here, outlining marks, sight lines, and blind alleys much like the carpet upstairs. Not for the first time, Kinny looked around for the cameras. There were none in view. Upstairs, they were in plain view, but not down here. Meh. Not for the first time, he wondered what was behind the locked door under the staircase. He unlocked the door to the staircase, transferred the key to the inside lock, went upstairs and did the same for the door to the kitchen. Joi was asleep on the couch with the baby on her chest. Kinny covered her with his jacket. He was careful not to cover the baby because it would fuss. He kissed her on the cheek, pulled her shirt over her boob and went in the kitchen. He loaded the coffee machine and set it to brew coffee at 7:50 a.m. Then he left the house, locking the door behind him. He walked home. For the first time this week, his mom wasn't up waiting for him to come home. Kinny smiled. Victory, of a sort. He made his way upstairs quietly, without lights. He stripped off his clothes and dropped them into the basket by his bed. Kinny considered his options. He couldn't sleep naked because either his mom or else Joi was certain to come in and wake him up ... way earlier than he wanted. They'd thrown away all his PJs. He had a new nightshirt that he would not wear. Too girly. He didn't own any boxer shorts anymore, not even a set of board shorts. Jeans? No. Too damned tight. His gym clothes were in the wash in Joi's basement. He put on a set of briefs. Banana hammocks, Joi had called them. They looked and felt like panties. He flipped through his tee shirts. Girly, girly, girly, way too girly. Ah. His football jersey. He put that on. Montreal Impact. He was too tired to masturbate. The brutal workouts at the gym did that much for him. That, and sex twice a day with Joi. Three times, today. Kinny smiled. He collapsed onto his bed. He tried sleeping on his stomach. His chest hurt. Whatever had possessed him to let the baby do that? His nipples were sore. Kinny rolled to his side. His hips were sore. His shoulders were sore. He laid on his back. His prat was sore, also his back. He couldn't get comfortable. Had his arse grown? It felt - different. Padded. Yesterday had been Booty Day. He was probably just swollen. His muscles certainly still ached from that workout. He brushed hair from his eyes. Time to get a haircut. He fell asleep to that thought. "Wake up, Princess!" Kinny opened one eye. He saw Joi. She was more chipper than was lawful at this hour. She kissed him on the nose. Joi smelled of cherry chapstick, cinnamon breath mints, and coffee. He had a raging hard-on. And his mom was in the room. Kinny covered up with a blanket as his mom picked up the basket of laundry. Joi asked, "You let your mom do your laundry?" "I do most of it at your house." As his mom left the room, he heard her snort in disbelief. "Princess?" She laughed. Kinny looked up at Joi. "I hate you." "That means I'm doing my job." She pulled him to his feet. "Your mom wants you to mow the lawn. And blow her leaves? You guys don't have any trees." Kinny nodded. "Inside joke," he said. "If you mow my lawn also, you can get out of going to the pool today." "Deal." "You still have to model the swimwear." "I'll think about it." "I have a surprise for you." Kinny nodded cautiously. He was learning to distrust her surprises. "You're not going to ask?" He shook his head. He looked around for his shorts. Then he stopped. All his gym shorts were at Joi's house. "You have something I can mow the lawn in? Something that is mom-friendly?" "A skirt, high heels and a halter top won't do it for you?" "Only if you wear them." She laughed. "I think...." She rummaged around in his closet. "Here ya' go. Board shorts." "Floral pattern." "Hawaiian." Kinny shook his head. He took the shorts. He put them on. His hard-on was ruined, anyway. "These are the shortest board shorts I've ever worn." They were also the tightest. "Skater shorts." "Oh." That kind of board. He checked the mirror. They covered his arse. Just. "Ma's going to think I'm gay." "We can show her the video." Kinny coughed. He blushed. "I'm not going to show her the video. You twat." Joi punched him in the arm. "What video?" Kinny's mom asked. They both looked at her, surprised. "Never mind. Forget I asked." She tossed him a set of shorts. Jean shorts. With pockets! "Those were mine," Kinny's mom said, "back when I could fit into them. They're good for yard work, gardening, blowing, painting. Whatevers." "Looking good," Joi said. Kinny grunted. "No, really. You fill out your mom's shorts nicely. I'd hit that." "Oh, shut up." Later, after Kinny had finished his mom's yard and was now mowing Joi's yard, a woman that Kinny didn't know came out of Joi's house. She had lemonade. She was dressed in wedge shoes, a bikini, and a see-through coverup. She was more busty than Joi, and had longer hair. In the heels, she was a few centimeters taller than Kinny. "Hi, Bo," she said, putting a finger to her lips. "You look hot." She handed him the lemonade. "Um. Thanks." Kinny drank from the glass. He looked up, startled. "Is this hard lemonade?" "It is. I'm Jazelle. You can call me Jazz. Or Phi." "A friend of Joi's?" Jazz nodded. "Happy to meet you. Thanks for cold drink." He handed the drink back to her. "Shouldn't drink this while I'm mowing." Some of the rules his father had given him made sense. She took a sip of his drink. "Mind if I watch?" "Um. No?" Kinny asked with alarm. "Is Joi home?" "Feeding the baby." Jazz sat on the porch and watched Kinny mow the yard. A short while later, Joi came out to the porch with the baby. She was also wearing heels and a bikini. She had her bra top down, both boobs out while the baby sucked from one nipple. Kinny tore his eyes from that scene and minded his mowing. He put the mower away and announced to his mom, "I'll be at Joi's house." "Isn't today your day off?" "Yeah, but. I think we're supposed to go swimming or something." "Don't forget sunscreen." They made space between them on the swing for Kinny to sit. "This is Jazz," Joi said. "You met her before." "Yeah, a few minutes ago." He took a sip of lemonade, made a sour face. It had more vodka in it than lemonade. "No," Joi said. "At the clinic." Jazz said, "I took your blood samples." "Oh!" Kinny brightened. "Nice work. It didn't even hurt." He stopped for a moment. "Why are you calling me Bo?" He took a drink from the lemonade. "I saw the video." Kinny choked on his lemonade. Jazz smiled. "Nice work, by the way. You have a bright future in that industry." Kinny coughed. "Um. Thanks?" "And I don't remember names," Jazz said. "I see, like, sixty people a day." Kinny nodded. He shrugged. Joi said, "You also met her at the dungeon." "I did?" "The dragon show," Jazz took his lemonade. She downed half of it. "Oh. That was you?" Jazz smiled politely. She handed back the glass. "I have, like, a thousand questions but none of them are polite." "It hurt," Jazz said. "But it also felt amazing. The machine knows what you like. That's what it gives you." "Drake said you are wired." "I am." "How's that work?" "Dermal strip on your spine. Although you can do it with a sugar suit." "So, I'm wired now?" Kinny asked Joi. "You will be when I hook it up," Joi said. "Why haven't you?" "Because you seemed unsure about it." "How much does it cost?" Kinny asked. "More than you can afford. But you have a sponsor now, so cost is not a huge concern." "I have a sponsor. Do I want to know?" Joi shook her head. "It's a dude, isn't it?" Jazz snorted. "Of course it's a dude." She laughed. "Probably old enough to be your father. You funny, Bo." Joi and Jazz traded looks. Kinny had no idea what it meant, but he knew it was important. Kinny drank the rest of his lemonade. "No good will come of this." Jazz patted him on the shoulder. "Comfort tip, Bo. Don't lose to the dragon." "Right." Joi presented her back to Kinny. She held the strings of her bikini to her neck. "Can you do me up?" "Is this tight enough?" Kinny said. He tied a knot behind her neck. He jumped when Jazz put a hand on his thigh. "You want to go to the lake? Girls day off." "She threw away all my board shorts." Kinny nodded towards Joi. Joi said, "They were ratty and stinky and hand-repaired by someone who doesn't know how to sew." "They were the only swimwear I own. And I'm not wearing my mom's shorts to...." Kinny stopped. Jazz pulled at the hem of his jean shorts. "These are your mom's?" Kinny blushed. His shoulders sagged. He nodded. Jazz stood. She pulled Kinny to his feet. "Fashion show." "What? No. I'm...." Kinny protested as Jazz pulled him into the house, with Joi behind him, pushing. "It's a banana hammock," Joi said. "It's a bikini bottom," Kinny said. "I'm not wearing it." "Opaads, a Speedos knock-off." "I'm not stupid. I saw the bra top." "I'll wear the bra top," Jazz said. She removed her top. "Hand it here." Kinny looked at her, speechless. "I showed you mine. Show me yours." Kinny shook his head in disbelief. He dropped his shorts. "See?" Jazz said. She draped the Opaads across his hips. "Not much different from what you're already wearing." Kinny grumbled. He dropped his briefs to the floor and put on the orange swim - trunks? "These aren't man panties. They're actual panties." Jazz said, "They look good on you. And you won't be the only man at the lake wearing Speedos. Although you might be the only one less than age forty." Kinny shuddered. "Thank you for that visual." Jazz pulled the matching orange bra top over her head. It stretched,. The material thinned and became almost see-through. Kinny said, "It's going to pop like a balloon." Jazz asked, "You want to wear it?" Kinny shook his head. Jazz said, "Joi knew you would schitz. But we were hoping that you would at least try it on for the cameras." Kinny's eyes grew wide. "Fan service," Joi said. "The computer needs a baseline." "Oh, fuck me," Kinny said. Joi ran a finger from Kinny's collar bone to his belly button. "That's your prize. If you do a fashion show, we'll have sex on camera again. Bonus. Phi, here, has volunteered to try on every piece of clothing that you try on." Kinny groaned. "Starting with this." Jazz picked up the briefs that Kinny had dropped to the floor. She dropped her bikini bottom, and put on Kinny's briefs. She wiggled her arse at Kinny while she adjusted them. Then she tried on his mom's jean shorts. She couldn't fit in them. "You had to know this was coming," Joi said. Kinny felt himself getting hard. "Some of it is pretty tame," Jazz said. "There's a swim skin, basically a one-piece for boys." Kinny's erection disappeared. He had a mind's-eye picture of a pink unisex swim skin. With bows and ruffles. "And several tee-shirts, some jeans, and a football jersey. Do you like Manchester United?" "Am I on the clock for this?" Joi said, "Yes." "I'll do it." Jazz said, "And then we'll do your hair and we can all go to the lake." "My hair?" Kinny looked panicked. Joi said, "She used to be a stylist." Kinny endured it. There were two nearly naked girls - fully naked while changing outfits - helping him into and out clothes for Anabelle. He sighed when they put him into a Wild Coffee half-tee and microskirt. His only consolation was that he got to see Jazz try on the same outfit. He barely reacted to a series of blouses and skirts. He modeled two bras that Jazz absolutely could not fit into - although she tried. Stockings and heels gave him the shudders. It was too much like that day at Summer Camp. "Smile," Joi said. "Look like you enjoy it." Kinny gave her a panicked smile. "Now, walk." "I can't walk in these." "Try. To the door and back. I'll catch you if you fall." Kinny growled. "Smile, or I'll make you wear the voicebox." Kinny sighed. He smiled. He walked. He tried on more clothes. Jazz stripped naked to style Kinny's hair. Her excuse? "I hate getting hair in my clothes." Kinny enjoyed the view, especially after Joi told him that he had permission to look. He wasn't a big fan of the new haircut, though. It kept getting in his eyes. It seemed longer after she had cut it. Was that even possible? Also it hurt. It itched. Under tension. Pulling at his scalp. At the end, they all left the house, with Kinny wearing celeb glasses, which doubled as sunglasses. Hula Girl rubber slippers. If he kept them on, nobody would see the logo. He also wore an Opaads banana hammock and a matching Opaads dry-fit tee shirt. The girls wore less. Much less. Wolf Run lake park was full of people. Boaters, fishermen, family picnics, people playing frisbee golf. And swimming. Once Kinny saw that nobody reacted to his new look, he relaxed. He swam. He played frisbee with Jazz. Joi spent most of the time there feeding the baby. When the baby was down for a nap, Joi came over. "Girl voice," she said. Kinny said, "What?" It distressed him that it came out automatically as his Anabelle voice. "Those young gentlemen have invited us to play volleyball. Three on three." "Um." "Sssh." Joi put a finger over his lips. "You don't have to kiss them. Just play ball." "Um." Joi smiled. "Just keep quiet then. Nobody wants to know your gender identity." "I'm not sure about this." Kinny's voice cracked. It rose an octave. "Bo, or Anabelle?" Joi asked. "Bo, please." Kinny tried to say that in his normal voice, but it came out squeaky. "Not with that voice, Anabelle." Kinny whined. He coughed, trying out a less squeaky voice that could still pass as girly. "How's this?" "That works - Bo. I'll petition Corporate to put this whole afternoon on the clock. That way we both get our hours for the week." Kinny shuddered. "This is Steve, and Jackson, and, I'm sorry," Joi said. "I don't remember your name." "Nguyen," he said, pronouncing it 'Winn.' The men's names appeared as overlays on Kinny's glasses. Along with biographical information. 'Occupation: Student. Major: Biomechanics. Age: 21. Known children....' The men won the game easily. Joi was tall enough to spike the ball, but neither Kinny nor Jazz had any talent at setting her up for a spike. Jazz lost her top a couple of times, diving for the ball. But nobody complained. Afterwards, the boys broke open the cooler. They passed cold beers around. Joi handed her beer back. "I'm nursing," she said, pointing to the baby. "Besides, I'm driving. And I gotta work tonight." "Where do you work?" "Club 69." "Are you a dancer?" Steve asked. Joi nodded. "When I'm not waiting tables. Or tending the bar." Steve elbowed Nguyen. "I told you we've seen her before. And you?" he asked Jazz. "I'm a vampire." Steve paused. He traded glances with Nguyen. "Most of the legends are true," Jazz said. "Except about sunlight. I actually enjoy the sun." "You're pulling my crank." "Not today. I'm a phlebotomist," Jazz said. She opened her beer and drank from it. "At the Free Clinic." Jackson clapped Steve on the back. "Yup, Steve, you've met her before, too." He laughed. Jazz said, "We don't talk about our clients." Jackson handed Kinny a beer. "And, you?" Kinny shrugged. Jazz said, "Bo is a professional videogame player." "Really?" Jackson looked impressed. "What game? Do you play Call of the Void?" Kinny nodded. "Not anymore. Too easy." "Won any tournaments?" "A few." "I'm stuck on Level Fifty-One." "What weapon?" "Hammerfist of Tim." "Try the Spear of Arles. Or the Rod of Ashotar. You need a Level Sixty healer to get past the Old One with Hammerfist." This all came out in Anabelle's squeaky voice. It amazed Kinny how easy it was to speak that way. "Our healer's a Forty-Eight." "Good luck." "I've got that spear. I'll try it." Kinny nodded. "Does professional videogame player pay the bills?" Kinny sighed. "I babysit, mow lawns, and stuff, just because, you know, I've always done that. I have jury duty next week. But it pays well enough." "You're a beta-tester?" Kinny considered. PASsport was still, technically, in beta. He said, "Some of what I do, I'm not allowed to talk about." "Oh, you mean, like...." Jazz interrupted. She said, "Bo is trying to break into porn." Kinny blushed. His jaw dropped. He looked over to Jazz. He couldn't believe she just said that. Steve said, "You need tits for that." Kinny said, "Yes. Thank you." "Steve, you're a boob." He tried to backhand Steve. Steve dodged. Jackson hit Nguyen instead. Nguyen punched Steve in the arm. Steve said, "Don't make me whoop both your asses." Nguyen chuckled. "He talks big. For a fencer." "Hey! Fencing is a sport." "And Barbies is a video game." Nguyen looked over to Kinny. Kinny asked, "Do you play Call of the Void?" "Sure do, Sugar." "What level?" "Forty-eight." "You're the healer." Nguyen nodded. Kinny said, "I don't fight girls." Nguyen looked to both of his friends. "How did you know?" "Most of the stock healers are female. Female healers advance faster, too. It's one of the complaints that the Rotiferians have against CoV. It promotes sexist ideals." "What do you play?" "I had a few characters. Had to retire each one of them after I won in the regionals." Steve slapped Nguyen on the shoulder. "She'd kick your ass, Winny." Jackson said, "She'd kick all our asses. You never know who you're talking to, gentlemen." He bowed low. "Sensei. Please pardon my ignorant brothers." On the way back to the car, Jazz said, "He likes you." "Shut up," Kinny said to her. "I'm still mad at you." "For the porn thing?" "Yes." "Hey, you were about to blow it. You can't talk about work out here." "I can. I.... As long as I stick to the.... Wait. You diverted them." Jazz nodded. "Thanks. I think. I wasn't ready for questions on that subject." "Good news, ladies," Joi said after checking her phone. "This all counts as Required Fun." She showed Kinny the message. "All because Bo dressed in costume and stayed in character." She hugged him. "Thanks. I hate going to those things. I avoid them when I can. Corporate is determined that each of us should have a balanced social life." She made air quotes. "Which usually includes acting as our characters in public and promoting sales." She tugged at his shirt. "If you play Cookie in that outfit tonight, you get bonuses. Double time if you let us wire you up." "But tonight is my night off." "Bonuses, overtime. Same same." Kinny thought about it. Jazz said, "Be happy you don't have to wear a half tee and microskirt." "Yeah," Joi said, "with fishnet stockings and heels." Kinny asked, "Joi, did you upload video of today's fun?" "Sure did, Sugar Pockets." Kinny didn't know how he felt about that. Kinny asked, "Will this hurt?" "Princess time," Joi said. "You'll learn to love the pain." "No, I mean the...." He allowed her to remove his shirt. He jumped when she played with his nipple. "Sensitive?" she asked. Kinny nodded. "Cute, the way they stick out. All puffy and fuck. Does it turn you on?" Kinny squirmed. "A little." "Cool. We can play with them later." She turned him around, facing away from Camera One. She asked, "Did the sugar suit hurt?" "Yes. After it stopped being cold, it hurt. Like hundreds of tiny needles." "That's the sensors drilling in. Most people can't feel that." "I could." Joi sighed. "My dermal made me itch. But I didn't even feel the sugar suit." Jazz said, "Turn the suit's Recension up. And ask it to numb the spine a bit. Temporarily. Like I do, before you know...." "A spinal tap?" "Or a saddle block." Joi nodded. "We can do that. We have a plan, Princess. No pain. I promise." Jazz pointed a device at Kinny. It looked like a 3D remote. Kinny felt a jolt. His arsehole clenched. He had an instant erection. Painful and rigid. "Sorry, wrong button," Jazz said. "Joi, where is the menu button on this thing?" "What is that?" Kinny asked. "How does it work?" "It's a Bridewell," Joi said. "It controls your nerve net and, once the dermal is in place, it talks to your resident AIs." Kinny looked down at his erection. "Can you make this go away?" Joi smiled. "I can. I might, if you're good." Jazzelle shaved a patch of skin at the base of Kinny's skull. They fit the dermal patch there, which was marked THIS END UP. They rolled it carefully down along Kinny's spine, pushing out all the air bubbles. "Artificial skin," Jazz told him. "In a few hours, it won't look artificial. In a few weeks, only a detailed medical scan will be able to see it." Joi made a sound like a raspberry. "They're visible on any three or four-spectrum scan." She cut the dermal strip off at the base of his spine, pressing the corners of it to Kinny's skin. "Now, what?" Kinny asked. Joi said, "We wait for it to calibrate. In the meantime, the fashion show continues!" At 10 p.m., the game kicked him off for Required Break Time. He sent Cookie home, rather than abandon her to the grandmother AI that ran NPCs. Then, scratching idly at his nipple, he wondered what to do with his time. "Machine," he said. "How old's the coffee?" The computer spoke to him in a female machine voice. "Brewing three cups." "Thanks." One of the things he loved about this house. It did everything but feed the baby. As long as, you know, he loaded the machines. As he passed by the door to Joi's work bedroom, he saw a sign. He recognized Joi's handwriting. Girls Only! Are you a girl? Then don't even knock! Beware! Make-up session in progress. 'Make-up' had been X'ed out and replaced with 'Make-out.' Different handwriting. Kinny listened at the door. Yep. They were having sex in there. He could hear the noises Joi made just before she climaxed. Kinny felt a stirring in his - man? - panties. He'd been half-hard all night. Losing combat to an orc had instructive. Disturbing. And arousing. He had a wet spot in his briefs. At the bottom. Like a girl. Because he had never reached down to straighten things up. Kinny listened to the love-making. He heard another voice chime in joyfully. He sighed and said, "Go, go, Girl Team Five." He considered the tentacle dildo. His erection grew, painfully because he was still 'tucking,' as Joi called it. He considered reaching down, straightening it out. He considered leaving a puddle in the carpet by the door. Or on the door knob. He played with his nipple. Kinny raised his hand to knock on the door. Because, after all, he was dressed as a girl today. Nominally. And, Joi had promised him sex. Make-up? "Nah," he said aloud. "Zao! Bad idea. Bad Anabelle." Painted nails and lipstick? Not happening. He went downstairs. The coffee was ready. Kinny poured himself a cup. He reached into the fridge for the Coffee Fresh. Empty. He considered the bottles of mama's milk. Nah. The baby. What if it woke up? What if it did? He wasn't on duty tonight. Kinny saw the Lacto. He'd seen Joi drink it many times. A milk supplement of some sort. It looked like milk. She even put it in her coffee. It wasn't that expensive - actually cheaper than Coffee Fresh. Kinny knew this because he had done Joi's grocery shopping this week. "I can always drink it black." But Joi had drilled into him, never drink his coffee black while in character. Always drink it blonde and sweet. Double-double. Kinny poured two containers of Lacto into his coffee. He stirred it with his finger. Tasted the result. "Sweet," he said, enjoying the pun. Because it was sweet. And now he could drink it in character. Kinny sat on the couch and watched the baby sleep. It was sucking its thumb. He could see past the baby, into Joi's privacy bedroom. As opposed to her working bedroom, which had cameras. There were girl clothes everywhere, panties and bras from both women. And a few sex toys. Kinny recognized a few. They had spent time on Anabelle's bed upstairs. Handcuffs? And something with wires. Kinny was curious, but not curious enough to go into Joi's bedroom to look. Besides, he never knew when the cameras were on in the living room. Joi had drilled into him that she was never sure. Because a good hacker could activate the cameras without turning on the lights. He could hear the goings-on upstairs now. Through the speakers in the living room. Muted but audible. They were broadcasting live. Or.... He listened some more. On delay. There was about a three-second delay between what he heard from upstairs and what he heard on the speakers. The baby started to fuss. Kinny smiled. "Yeah," he said. "Me too. I wanna play with boobies." He finished his coffee and went to kitchen. "Want to feel them in my mouth. Taste the milk. Kiss her lips. And ... ayuh. That's not happening." He pulled out the mama's milk, made a bottle, and stuck it in the warmer. By the time he returned to the living room with the bottle, the baby was awake. It was standing, clutching the rails of the crib. "You hungry, little man?" Kinny asked. He showed it the bottle. "Baba. Ba, ba, ba, ba." Kinny picked the baby up. He gave the baby its bottle and changed its diaper. Then he sat with little Drake and fed him. Kinny sang the only lullaby he knew, a song by Meat Saw. He must have fallen asleep again. Kinny woke to the baby nursing at one nipple again. It felt nice but it hurt. He was seriously sore. How long had the baby been suckling? Kinny broke the suction, and as he'd seen Joi do many times, he flipped the baby around and let it nurse at the other nipple. It seemed content, half-asleep. As he did this, he thought, Why? Why am I doing this? He also wondered about his shirt. It was a skin-tight swim skin. How had it gotten rolled up to expose his nipples? Had the baby done that? It felt incredibly nice. Kinny knew he'd have another wet spot in his panties. He didn't care. He woke up to very sore nipples. The baby was asleep. Kinny took a chance. He put the baby in its crib. He rolled down his shirt. Rubbed his boob. Kinny was afraid to voice the questions he had. For one thing, it might wake the baby. He looked around. The house was quiet. There were three coffee cups on the kitchen table. They had seen him with the baby. Kinny sighed. He gathered up the dirty dishes and the baby bottle, washed them, and set the coffee maker up for 7:50 a.m. He grabbed his shorts - his mom's shorts - from the table by the door. He put them on. He put his shirt from yesterday over his swim skin. He went home. His mom was waiting for him in the kitchen, cradling a cup of coffee. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "Joi has a girlfriend." It took effort, but Kinny managed to speak in his normal voice. His mom nodded. "And how do you feel about it?" "I'm not sure. Jazelle is nice. And she's nice to me. Mostly. I'm not sure what's going on." "Feeling left out?" Kinny laughed. "Maybe? A little bit?" "That can be rough." Kinny nodded. "Is your hair longer?" Kinny felt his hair. "Maybe. Joi put stuff in it, to make it grow." "You need a haircut." "Got one today." His mom grunted. "How's the job?" Kinny thought about saying, "I fucked an orc tonight. First I jerked it off. Then it took me vaginally and anally. I felt every wart." Instead, he said, "It's a learning curve." "It's not money for nothing?" Kinny laughed again. "No. Men on dating sims are asshats. Glad I'm not gay." His mom looked at him and drank her coffee. "Not even a little bit, Mom." "I just remember, you know, the troubles when you were nine." Troubles that hadn't ended until he was thirteen. "Right," Kinny said. "Could have turned out gay. But I'm honestly not attracted. I like women. I like Joi. I even like her girlfriend. Not sure if she reciprocates, but, hey. No complaints. I got to see her in a bikini today." He smiled wistfully and thought about everything else he had seen, too. "You know," his mom said, "I'm here. You can talk to me." Kinny considered that. He had learned at an early age that he really couldn't talk to his mom. Because she was nearly as powerless as he was. And just as much a victim. And speaking to her, about anything, really, made Brennan very, very angry. They had each paid dearly for each word that Kinny had spoken about the bad things that happened - and a few times when he hadn't said anything to anyone. But that was then. This was now. Brennan - Kinny's father in fact if not in actions - was in prison for life. The prosecutors had promised Kinny that someone would knock on his door if Brennan was ever even considered for parole. "Thanks, Ma." Kinny went upstairs and took a long, cold shower. It took time to wash off the stink of memories that his mom had dredged up. He dreamed about Brennan that night. He dreamed about the uncles. He woke up gasping, afraid to cry out. Because they would notice him if he cried. They would notice if he was weak. They would see him if he was not silent. And still. And smart. And very, very careful. Especially careful to hide the fact that he had ears that could hear and eyes to see. And a mind to make plans.