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Day 22, Tuesday
Kinny woke up to a familiar face. He was getting a hand job from Joi.
"Um." Kinny blinked in surprise. "Good morning?" He checked the time. 5
a.m.
Joi grinned. "Did you miss me?" She stuck a finger up his butt.
Kinny exploded in a shuddering orgasm.
Joi let it paint her face. Then she smeared it on her forehead and
cheeks. She tried to kiss him.
Kinny wasn't sure about that.
"That's where you draw the line?" Joi asked.
He kissed her. He wiped a drop of cum off of her chin.
She licked it. "Take a knee for acne," she said. "Cures everything
except period acne."
Kinny didn't know what to say about that. But he had many questions.
"That's all you get," she said, "for the next few days. Sorry."
"Wait one. I heard you and Jazz talking. Period sex. You said it's the
best."
"Jazz said it's the best. But even she is all talk and no action." Joi
nodded. "See if I'm wrong."
"I missed you." Kinny went to hug her.
She pulled away.
"The baby missed you, too."
"Did not. I have access to videos, remember?"
"Well, I missed you taking care of him for two days a week."
"That I believe. I'll make it up to you."
"I usually charge double for no-notice emergency babysitting."
"Oh. About that."
"You're broke. You can't pay."
"That, too. How did you know?"
"We're out of maker stock. You don't have the funds to pay for it."
Joi looked down. "I bailed Marion out."
"Oh?" Kinny looked in the driveway. "Where is she?"
"Conditional release. She's under house arrest. She can't leave the
office-tel. She goes to work, goes to her cubicle, gets her groceries
delivered."
"Can we visit her?"
Joi looked upset. "Not today. Why? Why would you want to visit Marion?
Do you even remember her?"
"Is this baby hers? Does she want to see it?"
"That's none of your damned business." Joi saw Kinny's face change.
"Sorry. Little stressed out. No, the baby's not hers. I'm a foster
mother, more or less. I really can't talk about it."
"It's legal, right? I'm not in the middle of something that will get me
arrested?"
"It's legal. No arrest warrants. No troubles of that kind. The terms of
my contract are just about satisfied. Drake will be going home soon."
"Okay. I suppose. I learned how to make zingeroni."
"I saw. Is it edible?"
"Burned, but good. We also have fish and some fresh game meat. Hey, you
were watching. Who were those people who broke in and left groceries
behind?"
"I missed that."
"They also cleaned. Do you have a maid service?"
"No." Joi looked alarmed. "Did they take anything?"
"They took your booze but replaced it."
Joi went into the kitchen to check. She opened the liquor cabinet.
"Might be an ex-boyfriend. Grand gestures. Scary your-house-is-not-
secure messages. Seems familiar." She checked the fridge. "Pretty Ale?
Do you drink stout?"
"It's okay. There were four of them. That broke into your house."
"Four?"
"According to the video. Which was cartoonified and simmed out."
Joi checked the feed. After watching it, she said, "Maybe somebody Jazz
knows. Or you?"
"Four guys."
"Two are male. One is probably female. From the way they walk. I don't
know about the one who went upstairs. Somebody you know?"
"I know four people on this planet," Kinny said. "Two of them are you,"
he said, looking at her boobs. "Seriously, though, most of the people I
know I gamed with. Europe, China, Australia. I met exactly two of them
in real life."
"How about creepy flowers guy?"
Kinny blew out a breath. "I hope not. That would be ... unfortunate."
"Look at you, using nice words. Is the baby really saying fuck?"
Kinny smiled. "Why don't you ask him?"
When Drake woke, he saw Joi. "Ba!" he said. "Ba ba-ra."
"He knows your name," Kinny said.
"Did you teach him that?" Joi asked.
"Nope."
"Aba! Umpa." Drake reached up. He stood on his tip-toes and bounced.
"I think that's his word for up," Kinny said. He picked Drake up and
handed him to Joi. "It's also his word for down. And for hockey, of all
things."
Joi handed him back to Kinny.
"Hey. I need a break. I'd like to sleep in my own bed."
"Your mom has company. There's a big blue truck in the driveway."
Kinny sighed. "Roy."
"Linda has a boyfriend?"
"It's starting to look that way. He's a little, um... helpful, with his
hands."
"They all are."
"I wasn't."
"Last I looked, you still have a dick. You're one of them."
"Was I really like that?"
"Oh, honey. You were too polite to touch me, but you looked at my boobs
and my ass whenever you thought I wasn't paying attention."
"I was a creep?"
"You were a normal boy. More polite than most, but all boy."
Joi and Kinny ate leftover zingaroni in the kitchen. Kinny was dressed
in his Debbie outfit. Joi was in jeans and a tee-shirt.
Tentacle Crepe
It had a picture of a taco with tentacles.
Drake held himself up, clinging to chairs, legs, and kitchen cabinets.
He'd pulled off his diaper and was walking around in just a tee-shirt.
Drake's tee-shirt said,
Too Cute to Shoot
It had a picture of a bunny rabbit in a set of crosshairs.
As he made his way around the kitchen, Drake stopped frequently. He put
a hand to himself, pulling on his penis.
"Joi? You used to babysit."
"Ooh. Is that a burn? From polite little Anabelle?"
"Aba."
"I think he's masturbating."
Joi shrugged. "Some babies do that."
"What do you do?"
"When he's older you teach him that there's a time and a place. At this
age?" Joi shook her head.
"Doi!"
"That's my name."
"Umpa." He pulled on his penis.
"You're creepy, kid." She cleared her throat. "Grandmother needs to
have a talk with you."
Drake looked away.
"Who is Grandmother?" Kinny asked.
"His imaginary friend."
"Eh?"
Joi sighed. "This would be easier if you believed in ghosts."
"You're telling me this house is haunted. By what, the spirit of your
mother?"
Joi shook her head. "More like her curse. Tell me. A week ago, you told
your mom that the only spirits you believe in come in a bottle. Now we
have two gallons of spirits in the cabinet. Coincidence?"
"Those weren't ghosts who broke into your house and cleaned."
"Does that sound like normal behavior for a human?"
"Next you'll be telling me there are werewolves and vampires and wee
little shoemakers."
"We have cautionary tales for a reason, Kin-" Joi looked over to Drake.
"Anabelle."
"Aba!"
"They weren't vampires or we'd all be thralls now. Or dead. I won't
rule out werewolves. But they were probably brownies."
"Girl guides?"
"Don't be obtuse. Fairies. Hearth hobs."
"Or an ex-boyfriend and his yabbos. A 3D crew playing 'act of random
kindness' for the nets." He held air quotes around the words, act of
random kindness.
"As I said. It would be easier if you believed in ghosts." She pat his
knee. "Be grateful for helpful spirits. I have to go now."
"You just got here."
"I have an appointment at the clinic."
"The Free Clinic? Today is walk-ins."
Joi sighed. "Girl stuff. Don't ask questions. Please?"
"Go. I'll feed your contract baby. Pick up diapers on the way home,
please."
"I ... I don't have money."
Kinny growled. The girliness of it still brought a smile to his face.
"My purse is around here someplace."
"I'm working tonight. I'll bring home tips."
"I should dump the baby at Mom's and slip centurions in your garter."
"We can do something like that when I get home from work. Deal?" She
kissed his cheek.
"Speaking of work. They have free child-care at the clinic. The one at
Debbie's costs money."
"Okay. I'll take the baby."
"Thank you." He kissed her on the cheek. "Ew. You smell like spooge.
Did you wash your face?"
She smiled.
"Never mind. I didn't ask. I don't need to know. You are ... twis-ted."
********
"No baby today?" Two-Debs asked as Kinny clocked in.
"I got a reprieve from the governess."
"Change of uniform today. Are you cool with wearing a skirt?"
"I'm okay."
"Your cart is in the annex. The van will take you, and your bike, to
the remote."
"Dbest. Thanks."
"Careful," Two Debs said. "The laws are different there."
"In what way?"
"Fairview has relaxed rules on what is and what is not solicitation.
It's part of our charter with the state. Fairview Annex is part of
Riverside, legally. So the rules are more ... regressive?"
"Solicitation?" Kinny asked. "I don't think that will be a problem."
"It was for the last two girls. They got arrested."
"A little side business?" Kinny made motions like he was giving a
handjob.
"The staties are running a sting. Be careful."
"I'm not interested in any side business."
"Be aware that you can't even offer to meet someone after work."
"I'm not interested in that, either."
"Okay. We have cameras on all our carts. There's one officer who might
be trouble. What he does is very close to entrapment."
********
"Hi, darlin,' you're new."
"Officer. I'm Debbie. What can I get for you?"
"What are you offering?"
"Coffee. Breakfast sandwiches. Snacks."
"Well, that's boring."
"I like boring. Excitement is overrated."
"Whatcha doin' after work?"
"Feeding the baby. Changing diapers. Watching Baby Can Read videos."
"You married?"
"Never not once."
"How'd you get a baby?"
"The usual way. Do you like coffee? I recommend the Portland brew. I
don't know where the coffee orchards are in Portland, but they grind
out a tasty beverage."
"A red-eye. Iced."
"Cold and bitter. Comin' up. And you?"
The two state policemen hung out near Kinny's corner. They watched all
the transactions. At noon, after Kinny had been relieved, he brought
out two coffees to the squad car. "Here ya' go, officers. Thank you for
your service."
"We didn't order these."
"I paid for them. I appreciate the help. Today is the first day I
wasn't propositioned by some overly friendly customer. And people tip
better when the state police are watching. Thank you."
********
Kinny asked his specs where to get a key for handcuffs. He followed the
directions his specs gave him. East of town, across the railroad
tracks. It was a feed store, of all places. Vigilante. They sold
saddles, horse tack, hay, and all manner of veterinary supplies. Tools.
Milkers. Hobbles. And handcuffs. It smelled of pesticide in there.
"I gotta ask," Kinny said. He pointed to the handcuffs.
The woman behind the counter smiled. "Locksmith services. Door locks,
gate locks, bumper hitch locks. And marital aids."
Kinny smiled.
"No joke, sister. Nobody else in town sells these. We get all kinds of
couples in here, giggling at the handcuffs."
Kinny said, "Add one to your list. I found a set of handcuffs under my
boyfriend's bed. Do you have a key? I brought a picture. Serial
numbers. Brand name."
She looked at Kinny's phone. "We have a key that should work. Thirty
dollars."
********
"Hi, Roy. This is Joi. And you've met Drake. Is Linda home?"
"You crippled her. She can barely move."
Kinny snickered. "Is she up for babysitting?"
"No, but I am. Give me the baby. Is this the - yeah, milk, okay.
Diapers. I'm good. Same place?"
Kinny smiled. "Yes."
"I got a subscription."
"I know. Thanks for using my name."
"Happy to spread the ... whatevers." Roy chuckled. "Enjoy your workout,
girls."
Joi asked, "What is today?"
"Booty day."
"Pervert."
"Guilty. I am in awe of your body, girl."
Joi looked Kinny over. "You're shaping out nicely, yourself."
Kinny blushed.
********
Joi logged on to the console in the living room. She spent the
afternoon shooting zombies. Drake stood, clinging to her leg. Watching
the game.
Kinny took a shower in the master bath downstairs. While he was drying
his hair, he noticed that the medicine cabinet was open. Three new
bottles of prescription drugs. Kinny's glasses labeled them and
classified them. Anti-virals. Two types of antibiotics. A week's worth
of each drug.
"Oh, Joi. What are you not telling me?" Kinny shut the medicine
cabinet.
"Were you in my medicine cabinet?" Joi asked.
"No."
"I heard what you said in here."
"You left the cabinet open. I shut it."
"Oh."
"Anything I should know?"
"No. I'm good."
"Beautiful." He kissed her on the cheek. "You're good, you're
beautiful, and you're usually quite trusting."
She shrank back from his kiss. "I have never been trusting."
"Maybe it's me that's trusting."
"No. You're a closed book, too."
Kinny smiled. "We match." He pat her shoulder.
She visibly restrained herself from jerking away.
Kinny sighed. "I'll be in the kitchen."
A few minutes later, she followed him into the kitchen. "What'cha
making?"
"Fish gorillas and mystery meat."
"Is that dog?"
"I think it's venison."
"That's dog."
"Do you want me to toss it?"
Joi considered. She brightened. "We can feed it to Roy." She looked in
the fridge. "Barbecue ribs. All men like ribs. Where's my garlic?"
"Composted. I can't have garlic. It gives the baby colic."
"Shallots?"
Kinny nodded.
"This is good," Roy said. "I like the sauce. Pussycat? Have you tried
this?"
"I can't have mustard," Linda said.
"Puridad!"
"I'll try some," Kinny said. He put ribs on his plate. He ignored
Joi's wild-eyed expression.
"Aba!"
Roy took a second helping. "What kind of meat is this?"
Drake said, "Ba!"
"Not sure." Kinny shushed Drake. "Too small to be venison."
"Ba!"
"Not pig, either," Roy said. "Nutria?"
"Ah," Kinny said. "It could be nutria."
Linda asked, "What's nutria?"
Roy answered. "It's a water.... Oh. It's a meat animal from South
America. Lives in the water."
Joi said, "Rat."
"Nutria is not rat. Anymore than catfish is shark."
"Rat!" Drake said. "Ba! Rat-ba."
"Did you make this, Princess?"
"Joi made the sauce. I just cut it up and put it in the oven."
"The neighbors aren't missing any dogs, are they?" Roy looked around.
"Joking. Where did you get this?"
"Rat-ba."
"Someone broke in the house. Filled our freezer."
"No. Seriously."
"Joi has friends who hunt."
Roy nodded. "Pass the yams, please."
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