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Day 19, Saturday
Joi crawled into bed and nested between them with her back to Kinny. He
didn't mind. He knew where he laid in this triangle.
Somewhere in Outer Yatra. But he was happy there. Him and the yaks.
Joi woke him with a kiss. It was six-thirty. "Your specs are buzzing,"
she said. She rolled back over and faced Jazz.
"Um. Thanks." Kinny got up. He'd slept without a bra again. And soaked
the sheets. He pulled on a pair of shorts. Jazz's shorts. They fit.
Kind of loose but they fit.
If he fit in Jazz's shorts, he was going to need new pants. Soon.
Growing backside and front. He wandered into the living room.
Little Drake was awake. He bounced up and down in his crib. "Ba," he
said.
"Yeah, yeah. Ba." Kinny picked him up. He fed the little monster. And
ordered more maker stock. The house had his accounts on file now. He
could pay for stuff. He looked out the window. There was a truck parked
at his mom's house.
"Hi, Roy," he said. He smiled. "You better be good to her. I'll fuck
you up." He changed Drake's diaper. Put him in his jump-up. Queued up
the Baby Can Read video.
"Ba."
"You already had ba."
"Ball." Drake pointed to the 3D. It wasn't a picture of a ball. It was
the word, ball.
"Right. Very good. Do you mind if I take a shower? I need to go to
work."
Drake waved at him dismissively and turned to watch the video.
When he finished his shower, both girls met him and kissed him. Then,
giggling and naked, they pushed him out of the bathroom and shut the
door.
"Girls, I need the hair dryer?" Oh. There it was. On the bed. "And a
brush, and a hair thingy. Oh." On the dresser. He fixed his hair,
turned his piercings, and dressed for work.
He just barely fit into his Debbie shorts. Kinny sighed. He picked up
the Daisy sack, put six nursing pads in there instead of two and locked
the door behind him.
Kinny checked the windows of his mom's house. No lights, no activity.
Seismic. He let himself in. Went downstairs and got his bike. He was
rolling the bike across the kitchen to the back door when he felt arms
wrap around him. He smelled cologne. Something musky. Kinny's heart
skipped a beat. A hand closed on his boob and squeezed. Kinny froze.
His knees grew weak. He held himself upright by force of will and with
his arms. He leaned into the offending hand, almost falling into it. If
it wasn't for the other hand at his waist, he might have fallen. Kinny
twisted. A few centimeters. All he managed with that was a small spike
of pleasure. His gut twisted. It felt like the bottom gave way.
"I'm not Linda," he said quietly. Where was his voice? His outrage? He
shivered when he felt breath on his ear. It gave him a rush that he
didn't like or understand. He felt the stirrings of an erection.
Roy backed away. "You're not?" He grabbed a hand towel from the
refrigerator. And covered himself.
"Does she ride a bike?" Kinny shook himself from inactivity. This
produced another rush. He adjusted his bra, disturbed at the shivery
thrill this gave him. Tugged at his shorts. A similar rush of pleasure.
He was half hard and would be fully erect if he hadn't been 'tucking.'
His nipples were erect. They ached. He could feel pressure he
associated with nursing - and sex.
Roy said, "I don't know."
"Does she have short hair?" Kinny touched his pigtail. He twirled it.
Oh, fuck, he thought. He's going to think I'm playing with my hair. He
smiled. Nerves, he told himself. I hope. Kinny blushed. He felt an
unfamiliar cramp down low. Like he had to pee. But different. Warm.
Painful.
A release of tension.
Roy looked at Kinny's hair. He asked, "Am I in trouble?"
"Go back upstairs. Tell my ... aunt that Princess came to get her
bicycle."
"You're the girl from next door?"
Kinny shrugged. He tore his eyes away from Roy and checked his bike.
"We met."
"You look different."
"Different clothes."
"You look just like Linda."
"In brighter light you wouldn't make this mistake. Roy?" Kinny finally
felt steady enough to walk again. He faced Roy.
The man looked wary. But not nervous. Appraising.
"Linda has sisters. Cousins. Nieces? All the Barzjans look alike."
"I didn't mean offense." His eyes glanced up and down, taking in the
whole view.
Kinny toyed with the button on his polo shirt, buttoning it and
unbuttoning it. "Be careful, okay? She won't find it endearing if you
grab the wrong boob again."
Roy nodded. "Did her last boyfriend really leave in an ambulance?"
"Linda told you that?"
"Mrs. McCarthy."
Kinny smiled. "We all love Mrs. Mac. But she is the terror of this
neighborhood."
Roy looked puzzled.
"Don't believe everything you hear. I gotta go to work. Put some
clothes on, Roy. What if Linda's son comes home?"
"He's in Mountain View. On a remote."
"Good to know. But. The neighbors have security cameras. Mrs. Mac is
awake. Also, drones. Some idiot - a child, I hope - is peeping in doors
and windows. Unless you want to scandalize the townies, and ruin my ...
aunt's reputation, you should probably stand off."
Roy backed away, still covering himself with the tea towel. He backed
up the staircase.
Kinny snickered. He let himself out. And locked the door behind him.
Kinny made it off the patio and halfway across the yard before he
collapsed again. Well, not a collapse, exactly. An attack of nerves?
Maybe. It felt alarming but nice. Sexual. Frisson. Like the first
moments of the electric before it made him cum. Anticipation? He
couldn't classify it. All he knew was that he couldn't walk without
falling over his bike. So he tried mounting it instead.
That worked. Kinny waved to Mrs. McCarthy as he cycled past. Wobbly but
mobile.
She waved back, looking puzzled.
********
Two Debs helped Kinny push the cart up the incline from maintenance
shack. She showed him how to work the regenerative brake and how to use
the electric to power the cart along.
She said, "Don't use the electric except on hills. You have a limited
supply of butane."
"Right. Hey, I, ah, tried a new coffee drink last night. Bicerin."
Two Debs got a blank look that, in other people, would be them checking
overlay information on their specs. "Which business?"
Kinny shook his head. "My other employer. The woman I babysit for? She
made it. In her kitchen."
"Looks marketable. Do you recommend it?"
"I think so."
"Ask her to make some for us, and bring it in."
Kinny nodded.
"Are you ready to Debbie?"
"I think I am."
"Have a Debbie day."
"You, too." He watched Two Debs walk back to the office. She had a nice
arse. And a friendly wiggle.
Kinny turned back to the coffee cart. There were already two customers
waiting. "Hi," he said. "I'm Debbie. What can I get for you?"
Sometime before 10, there was a lull. Kinny didn't know what to do with
all this free time. He checked the Debbie manual. It told him not to
hawk his coffee by yelling like a fish-monger.
But it gave no other hints.
Hmmn.
Kinny checked the memory on his specs. It was still there. Good,
because he didn't want to log on to PASsport while working this job. He
didn't know if they could monitor his on-line activity, or not. He
wasn't in the mood to find out.
He pulled up the documents that Cookie had saved. Tips for a cocktail
waitress at Panchira's.
Yep. There it was. How to drum up business when nobody is buying.
Kinny smiled. Worth a shot.
He inspected the heel of his shoe. This involved leaning against the
coffee cart, bending a knee and holding the shoe in one hand while
looking behind. He examined both shoes.
A taxi slowed as it passed, but it didn't stop.
Okay. Next.
He washed the vendor cart with Zero Green. Spray bottle and a rag. He
reached high, starting at the top. He bent over the rig, rather than
walk around.
Customers!
Maybe. It was a child. Young. A boy, probably.
"Hi. I'm Debbie...."
"No, you're not."
Kinny smiled. "While I'm working here, I am. Can I get you something?"
The boy smiled. "Do you have a Tasty Cola?"
"We have Happy Cola."
"Nah. I want a Tasty Cola."
"Do you like horchata?"
"Do you have a baby?"
"Not here."
"You should be home, watching your baby."
Kinny smiled politely.
"You have Calypso?"
"That I have."
"And a Bang-Bang Bing."
"Sure." Kinny crouched carefully. He pulled a mylar drink pouch out of
the cooler, and a popsicle out of the freezer. "Forty-five dollars,
please."
The child reached for the items.
"Nuh-uh. I wasn't born yesterday."
The boy smiled. He produced three coins.
"Thank you." Kinny put the drink and the popsicle on the cart. "Have a
Debbie day."
"That is sooo stupid. Are you an anime?"
Kinny smiled. "Hard to say. Which kind of anime are you talking about?"
"Animated bodice. The kind with...." The child looked at Kinny's chest.
"An obedience collar."
"That's a public-safety collar, and no, you can see. I'm not wearing
one."
"You could be an escaped meat robot." The child made motions like a
zombie. "Or a raptor."
"I could be, but I'm not."
"Reginald! He's not bothering you, is he?"
Kinny looked up. A woman. Reginald's mom, perhaps. "He made a
purchase."
"He paid?" She looked skeptical. Surprised.
Kinny smiled. "Exact change. I'm Debbie. Can I get you something?"
Reginald said, "She has to say that. She's a meat robot."
Kinny sighed. "We have coffee. Tea. And cold drinks."
"What kind of tea?"
"Do you like New Arizona? It's grown on Mars."
"Oh!" Reginald said, "I want Martian tea."
"If it's not too expensive." The woman glanced at Kinny.
"Thirty dollars. I'll set him up with a sample cup."
"I can't have a whole cup?" Reginald asked.
"You can," Kinny said, "but it costs thirty dollars."
"The sample cup is free?"
"Yes."
"I'll take a sample cup."
The woman handed Kinny four coins. A ten-dollar tip. Not bad.
Two Debs took over the coffee cart at 10. She sent him to the washroom
to change his nursing pads.
"How did you know?" He asked. Because he wasn't spotting.
"Infrared."
"Oh." After toilet, Kinny relieved himself in a different way. He
filled two bottles and put them in the refrigerator.
When he returned from the break room, Two Debs asked Kinny if he could
take the lunch rush.
"Sure."
"Okay. I'm here if you need me. What was on your specs?"
"Huh?"
"During the lull?"
"Oh. Tips for a cocktail waitress. Game site tips for drumming up
customers."
"Bump that to me, please."
"Ahhhh. It might be copyrighted?"
"Casual viewing is fair use."
Kinny wasn't sure about that, but he bumped the file over to Two Debs.
It worked just like sending them to her specs. Or her phone. She didn't
seem to have either, but maybe they were internal. Distributed.
Whatever.
********
There was another lull after 1 p.m. Kinny worked through all the
cocktail waitress tips from Panchira's twice. He cleaned the cart. He
adjusted his bra. Stretched. Jogged in place. He bent over to do
inventory. As he reached up to clean imaginary dirt from the sun shade,
he felt a hand on his arse.
"Steady there, girlie. Don't want you to fall off your heels."
Kinny froze. His mouth went dry. He started to slide into a fugue state
but he fought it. He jerked. Just a centimeter. It didn't help.
Kinny said, "Remove your hand from my person. Now."
"I think not. Mind if I help myself to your ill-gotten gains?" He
reached into the tip jar with his other hand.
The pressure eased off of Kinny's bottom and he found that he could
lower himself from tiptoes to his heels. He still couldn't muster the
strength to turn around, though. Or to step away. He felt a jolt, an
electric sensation. Was somebody keying his remote?
Kinny stood there pinned against the coffee cart and shaking, while the
man put coins in his bra. He felt another jolt as the man put coins in
the hem of his shorts. "You're on camera," he said. He felt a third
jolt and came in his panties. Kinny blushed with embarrassment. He
truly hoped the man didn't realize that Kinny had just climaxed. What
the fuck was wrong with that prostate spider? It was obviously
misfiring.
"Traffic cam," the man said. "Half the ones in this city are dummy
cams."
"Let go. You've had your joke. Step away."
"Where's your phone, doll? I need your number."
"First offense for sexual assault is community service." Kinny felt
another jolt. Fuck. He was hard again. Still tucking, but aroused.
"Where's your fucking phone?"
"The second offense is more community service. At the prison. On your
third strike they give you tits and put you downtown with a coffee
cart." He felt a jolt. Pain, this time. The pressure eased in his
shorts.
The man stepped back, alarmed. "You're fucking with me."
Kinny smiled. He straightened out his blouse. "I am. But it worked. I'm
Debbie. Are you here to buy something or here to establish a police
record?"
"I'll have one of everything."
Kinny checked his specs. "Seven hundred and seventy-three dollars."
"You're fucking me."
"Not today. Not in this lifetime."
He smiled. Dumped the rest of Kinny's tips in the tip jar. "Coffee.
Americano. Black and bitter."
"Size?" Kinny smiled.
"Extra large."
"We have wee, very wee...." Kinny held fingers a few centimeters apart.
"And microscopic."
The man laughed. "I like you. Give me a standard cup."
"Twenty five dollars."
The man produced his phone. Bumped it with the cash register. He added
a hundred-dollar tip.
Kinny smiled grimly. Now he had records. Of the perp's phone.
Basically, his ID. If it wasn't stolen. But even if it was, there would
be location data. Other calls. Kinny handed him a cup of
coffee. "Have a Debbie day."
The man saluted with his coffee. "I'm Colin. What's your name, Sugar?"
"Debbie."
"Right. What's your real name?"
"The name I was born with?"
"That's a start."
"Roger."
The man had been staring at Kinny's chest. He looked up. "You're
fucking me."
Kinny smiled.
"That's not fucking possible."
Kinny shrugged. "Anything else, sir?"
"Yeah. Ya got any fags? Um, cigarettes?"
"Not legal in Fairview."
"I have a religious exemption."
He didn't look Amerind. Kinny shrugged. "We have coffee, tea, cold
drinks, and snacks."
"Gimme a doughnut."
"Bagel?"
"Sure."
"You want that heated?"
"Gimme a goddamned bagel."
"Fifteen dollars. Did you just get out of prison?"
Colin handed over two coins. He took his bagel. "I still smell like
it?"
"No, you act like it. You're in the world now. Unless you want the
express ride back? Keep your hands to yourself. And, ya know? Be
fucking polite. Thank you for not stealing my tips."
"You did time?"
"Do you know anyone who answers that question straight?"
"What were you in for?"
Kinny smiled. "I have other customers."
He looked around. "No you don't. What time do you get off from work?"
"Not happening, Colin. Try Apple Lane and Eleventh. Cheapest prices in
town."
"You work there?"
"Housekeeping, Colin. Not a working girl. Not that there's anything
wrong with that. They're hiring, you know."
"I'm not turning tricks."
"Housekeeping, you dick. Security. Cook. Carpenter."
"They hire ex-offenders?"
"Sometimes."
He smiled. It was the first genuine smile he'd displayed.
"Keep it in your pants, brother. I'm not available."
Moments after Colin left, Two Debs came out. "Do you want to press
charges?"
"You got that?"
"Every word. Three cameras."
"Archive it. In case he assaults someone else. Or me."
"Sex assaults are under-reported."
"For good reason. You ever had to stand and describe what happened to
you?"
Two Debs stayed silent.
"The justice system ain't for justice. It prevents chaos. It grinds
little people like me into dust." Kinny motioned with his forehead.
"And produces retreads almost as often as it doesn't."
"Do you need a break?"
"Yeah. I need to pull coins out of my Carsons. And change nursing
pads." And panties, but that would have to wait.
He made it into the washroom before he collapsed this time.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?"
He pulled his shorts down. Fully erect now. He cleaned the mess in his
panties with toilet paper. Pumped his breasts. And still, he was rigid
as a stone.
"Gah."
He tried cold water to make the hard-on wilt. That was painful but not
effective. He called up the routine for his prostate spider. Selected
'Detumesce.'
Nothing.
"Bah." He tried 'Ejaculate.' He felt a jolt and a rush of pleasure, but
no ejaculation. And now he was even more rigid, if that was possible.
He couldn't even pee. Although he needed to.
"Fuck me." Kinny sighed. He thought about calling up porn on his specs.
But he had only one bar of signal. And he didn't know if they could
intercept his signals at work.
He shut his eyes. Imagined Joi. And Jazz. He thought about what might
have happened this morning - what had happened just a few days ago.
Kinny smiled.
He masturbated. He toggled the 'Ejaculate' button a few times. He was
almost there, but not quite.
He felt that hand on his arse. Fingers in his bra. Memories, probably.
But it felt real. Breath on his ear.
Kinny came.
"Finally." He toggled the 'Detumesce' button again. This time it
worked.
His specs had a message.
Mem2 active. Replay? Archive? Delete?
Holy hips of Hannah. That had been a real memory. He had climaxed while
being groped and, now, while reliving it.
Kinny's whole body shook with realization. A flood of memories came.
The Z-guns fired, and stunned Kinny into a passive state.
He watched with detachment as his body rose and cleaned up ejaculate
and urine. Got dressed. Buttons wouldn't button so he left them
unbuttoned. Stacked coins in his Daisy bag. Put milk in the fridge.
He walked out to the coffee cart.
Two Debs looked at him. "Do you need to quit for the day?"
"PTSD," Kinny said. "I'll be fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Brain bugs are firing. I'll run out of neurochemicals soon. I'll be
tired, but functional. Soon."
"You should go home."
"I used to deal with this every day. It will pass."
"Okay. Would you like a coffee?"
"I would love a coffee."
"Double-double."
Kinny nodded. "With chocolate?"
She wouldn't let him pay for the coffee.
He hugged her before she left. Two Debs reacted with surprise to the
hug. Then she relaxed and pat Kinny on the back.
"Sure you don't want to go home early?" she said, speaking into his
ear.
Kinny straightened up. He wiped tears from his eyes. Then he shuddered.
"I'll be fine."
He had trouble remembering the combination to his bike lock. He sat
there for about five minutes, wondering if he should leave it here and
come back later, when his working memory wasn't fried. Then he checked
his Mem2.
There it was. He had visual memory, tactile memory, and muscle memory.
Kinny archived those memories.
Encryption available.
"No need," he told his glasses.
As he bicycled home, Kinny realized that the Ming's Flowers van was
following him. He stopped his bike and waited.
The van pulled up next to him. The driver rolled down his window. "You
need a ride?"
"I'm good."
"You don't look good."
"I'm not getting in the van, mister. Not even if you have candy."
The man laughed. "Horehound cough drops. That's all I can offer. Um.
You fit the description of.... You wouldn't happen to know an A. Lee
Violage?"
"I know her."
"That's you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Flowers. Someone knows your name but not your tel-ID or address.
Creepy, huh?"
"How long have you been looking for me?"
"A few days. A week? The only point of contact we have is the Fit-n-
Pretty. They won't accept flowers."
"Give me the flowers. Do I have to sign something?"
"Nope." He got out of the van and handed Kinny a bundle of flowers.
"Here ya go. Two dozen roses."
"Thanks."
"Happy to spread the joy." He held up an index finger. "No mercy."
"Just flowers."
"Exact!" He got back into the van, rolled up the window, and drove off.
Kinny examined the flowers. Red, pink, white, yellow, multicolor. One
black rose in the center. The note said,
Truckee's 77. Mondays at 10 pm. Meet me by the showers.
Whoever it was had misspelled the name of the truck stop. There was a
picture hearts and handcuffs where the signature should be. Yeesh.
Kinny started to throw the card in the gutter, but tucked it in his bra
instead.
Roy's truck was still parked in the driveway at Kinny's house. Kinny
dropped his bike at Joi's house. Joi's car wasn't in the carport. He
let himself in. He dropped the flowers on the kitchen table and
considered his options.
He could go upstairs and cry. If he'd been able to go to his mom's
house, that's exactly what he'd be doing now. Or.
He could log on to PASsport. But, somehow, the allure of a combat rape
game just wasn't there. A dating sim, aka 'Meet-n-Fuck?'
"Oh, fuck no."
He could try the zombie shooter. That's what Cookie did when she got
stressed out.
Kinny walked upstairs to Anabelle's room. He got dressed and went for a
run. He ran with the Daisy sack. It held his wallet, phone, and key
cards.
Kinny took a different route to the gym today. He swung by the Truckee
77 'Eat More!' truck stop. Acting on impulse, he went inside. "Serious
impulse control issues," he told himself.
He looked around, and found the toilets. Male, Female, Family. The
family room was open. A single toilet with wheelchair access. A sink.
Kinny checked out the women's toilet room.
It looked a lot like the men's room. Without the urinals. There didn't
seem to be any more toilets in here than in the men's room. "That's not
right," he said. The vending machine held different products, though.
He found the showers, and... the bunk room? They had a bunk room here?
Also an entertainment center. Couches, a big-screen 3D, poker machines,
a table with a chess set.
"May I help you?" It was a large woman with a mop.
"Yeah." Why was he here, again? "You have showers? And a bunk room?"
The woman nodded. "A laundry, too. Hundred and fifty dollars to use the
shower room. Bunk room is by the hour. Or the half-hour, if you're in
business."
"People take showers here? They sleep?"
"Used to be truckers. Nowadays its migrants, cast-outs, an' folks who
ride the bus." She spit into a cup. "An' lot lizards."
She laughed when she saw Kinny's confusion. "Hookers."
"Isn't that illegal?"
"S'pose to be. Wash your hands when you leave, ya hear?"
Kinny shuddered. He went over to the American Beefy and ordered a
burger and a Tasty cola. He watched the crowd as he ate.
Who had sent him the flowers? And why?
Nobody made eye contact with Kinny. He supposed he should be grateful
for that.
"Hi, Pheebs. How much to rent a trainer for, I dunno. Until I
collapse?"
She smiled. "Four hundred and fifty dollars. Bandersnatch catches half
of that, so, two-twenty-five."
"Are you available?" He bumped his company ID with the cash register.
It acted as his bank card.
She nodded. "Let's go. What are we working on?" Phoebe picked up a gym
bag and some towels.
"Today is chest, I think. Although I missed a day. My supervisor says
you can work me until I can't lift a kitten."
"Is that what you want?"
"I had a stressful day today."
Phoebe nodded. "This is more healthy than ice cream."
"Unproven."
"Gah," Kinny said, as she helped him to his feet. "Thanks. I think."
"Tai Chi, Miss Lee."
Kinny looked distressed. He checked the time.
"Quarter to six, Miss Lee. You have to be home at eight?"
"Before that, if I want to eat." Although he'd already eaten at the
American Beefy.
Phoebe smiled. "We'll feed you. Three shakes and a gelato." She pushed
him into the community room.
Kinny did Tai Chi for half an hour. Then yoga.
It helped. The fitness shake helped more. He ran home, kissed Joi at
the door, and skipped up the steps to the guest shower.
********
"You are not giving them my bicerin recipe." Joi looked indignant.
"Why not?"
"Because. It's something I make special." She stopped for a moment and
considered. "Will they pay for it?"
"No clue."
"I'll think about it."
"Okay. All I ask." Kinny kissed her on the cheek.
"You owe me," she said.
"I do?"
"That's twice you skipped out on morning sex. And once for afternoon
sex."
"I can't wait to make it up to you."
She laughed. "You'd better. I gotta go to work. Bye, Bo."
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