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8PHE0026 word count 9387 ******** Day 26, Saturday "Him," Cookie said to the group. "That's roofie man. Pretty sure that's the guy who roofied me." Grizzlil said, "What comes around, goes around." He held up a packet of white pills. "No," Max said. "Bad rat. Evil. Bad." She adjusted her armor. Grizzlil shrugged. "Do you know any rat paladins?" Cookie said, "I wonder if I can get him to accept a gold coin in payment?" "I dunno," Max said. "That artifact is powerful cursed. I don't even need a detect curse spell to see it. Not anymore." "Let's ask Ugmad," Grizzlil said. Cookie said, "Let's follow roofie man." Max said, "Are you both insane?" She groaned. She followed the other two outside. "This is a bad idea. Guys? What if he has friends?" They followed roofie man to Ugmad. They waited outside the store. Roofie man came out of the magic shop with a little bag of white pills. Cookie said, "That kind of confirms it." Max said, "It doesn't look good. Where are you going?" "Inside. C'mon. Don't want to leave you out here with him." "I don't want to go inside with the other creep." "Click it and pick it." Max said, "Don't know what that means." She followed the group inside. The bell by the door had been replaced with a skull that clacked hollowly as they approached the counter. "Be right with you," Ugmad said. "Ah. My favorite zombie hunters. The bloke you followed knows you followed him." "A customer of yours?" Ugmad said, "Information wants to be free, but monsters need to be fed." "Are you begging for money again?" Cookie put a gold coin on the counter. "Have you considered joining the beggar's guild?" Ugmad stood silently. "I want to disguise the curse on this gold coin. I want information on the bloke we followed. I'm up for a quest, if it isn't too odious. Talk." "A silver for each answer." "Sounds fair." "See Hamog and Yamog to disguise your coin. Two giants. They live in the mountains. They will want things from you. Bones to make bread. Mini quests." Cookie put a silver piece on the counter. Ugmad nodded. "The man's name is Thvenger." He waited for another silver coin. "His occupation is Ranger." Cookie stacked a third silver coin on the counter. "Wait. Aren't rangers the good guys?" Ugmad said, "Check your tutorial. Yes, rangers are good. Generally. Although a ranger working for the opposition might be seen as evil. Anti-social lot. Some are sociopaths. A silver, please." "I'm not paying a silver for that." Ugmad waited. "Fine." Cookie placed another silver on the counter. "What did he buy from you?" "I'll give you that for free. He bought information." "A packet of little white pills?" "He wanted to know who I sold it to." "And?" Cookie added a silver piece to the stack. "At the prices I charge, I can't afford to put tracers on my product. It's not like I keep books." "Did you give him a list of likely candidates?" Cookie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. You were on that list.? ?Me? I never bought pills from you.? ?Perhaps I was mistaken. You have asked about prices.? ?I should wring your scrawny little wizard gizzard.? Ugmad smiled. ?Is that a challenge? PVP?? Cookie laughed. ?Not today, wizard. I?ve seen what Old Melty does to girls. Quest?? ?A delivery to Hamog and Yamog.? ?What?s the delivery?? ?A sealed treasure chest. The lock is cursed. I suggest you practice your lockpicking elsewhere.? ?What?s in the chest?? ?I pay for delivery. I pay extra for utmost discretion.? ?Is it time-sensitive?? ?No. Don?t drop it in the river, though.? Cookie conferred with her team. ?We?ll be back. Maybe. Why is this already in my quest column?? ?Is the answer to that question worth a silver coin?? Cookie growled. ******** ?I?m not ready to fight the dragon,? Grizzlil said. ?We?ve cleaned out the third level three times,? Max said. ?It?s time.? ?I just got my manhood back. I?m not in a hurry to lose it again.? ?Eh?? ?Have you seen any men at the dragon show?? ?It turns you female?? ?Might be coincidence that it never fucks a man on stage.? ?Sissy.? Max poked the rat man with a stick. ?You know how these levels work, right?? the rat asked. ?No.? ?Level one. The mini boss is ten percent more powerful than the party. Level two, twenty percent more powerful. Level three?? ?It gets harder.? ?Yes.? ?And we can?t level our way to an easy fight.? ?Because the monsters become more powerful. All the monsters in that room.? ?That sucks.? ?We need some low-level teammates. Or we need to be the low-level teammates.? Cookie said, ?That?s why they invited me and that nasty thief....? ?Exactly.? ?Mystic. Mystery solved.? ?As Thelma would say, jinkies.? ?Who?s Thelma?? ?Guys,? Max said, ?I have to go. Can you walk my character home?? Grizzlil asked, ?What?s up?? ?Work called. I have to go in.? Grizzlil said, ?That settles it. The dragon lives another day.? They walked towards the stairwell. ?What are you planning?? ?Probably work a shift at Smackaknackers.? ?What?s that?? ?It?s a bordello.? ?Really?? ?Down, boy. I?m a cocktail waitress.? Grizzlil danced in celebration. ?I am so there.? ?Ten silver cover charge.? ?Can I tip the waitress?? Cookie grunted. ?Can I put the coins anywhere?? ?Don?t make this weird.? ?Aww. We PVP?d.? ?No we haven?t. You PVP?d against Max.? ?I thought that was you. Are you a boy in real life?? Kinny chuckled. He wasn?t allowed to answer this question truthfully. ?I have a baby, Griz.? ?Men can have babies.? ?I breast feed.? ?Wow. Thanks for the visual.? ?I didn?t send you a photo. And before you ask, I?m not sending one.? ?How big are your boobs?? ?Okay, now you?re getting weird.? ?I?ve been out in the lumber camps for four months. I forget what they look like.? ?You see them all the time on this game.? ?Not the same. Video chat?? ?Um. No?? ?Why not?? ?I?m not looking for a boyfriend, Griz. I?m in a committed relationship.? ?Lucky guy. Your bio says you?re single.? ?I am.? ?And bisexual.? ?And not providing details.? ?If you ever feel a need to share.? ?I?ll hook you up. If it?s any consolation, I know one of strippers at Goblin?s. I?ve seen her strip in person.? ?Which one?? ?Carob.? ?Does she look like her avatar?? ?In a general girly way. The real person is prettier.? ?That is so hot.? ?Thought you might like it.? ?Do you look like your avatar?? ?People tell me we could be cousins. The avatar is more chesty than I am.? ?How much more chesty?? ?Not telling.? Grizzlil gurnted. ?I don?t look anything like my avatar.? ?Which is good because your avatar is a rat. Okay, we?re here, Master Splinter.? ?This is where you live?? ?This is where I work. Smackaknackers. You take Max home. I?m going to clock in.? ?I?ll be right back.? ?I?m probably going to put Cookie on autoplay.? ?Is that permission for me to play?? ?Put the coins where you like. Nothing internal, okay?? ?You?re no fun.? ?Management already wants me to work the rooms. Don?t encourage them. I don?t want the promotion.? ?Do you do lap dances?? ?Cookie does. Table dances, too.? ?Does she strip? I am so there.? ******** ?Cookie, why did you fuck Grizzlil?? ?He?s such a nice boy. He?s so lonely.? Kinny sighed. Cookie smiled. Kinny felt her smile. Without really wanting to, he echoed her smile. She said, ?Do you want to review the replays? They?re hot.? ?How many times did you fuck him?? ?We spent the night together.? ?Tell me you didn?t rent a room.? ?I didn?t take him back to the flat.? ?So now you?re a prostitute.? ?You say that like it?s a bad thing. I fuck monsters. Why can?t I fuck people? The pay is better. When someone grabs my ass it?s on my terms.? ?Why, Cookie, why?? ?Max told me he has a magic penis.? ?Real magic?? ?Nah. Big balls, though. More than I can swallow. Smells like cedar chips. Hickory. I think he takes smoke baths. Remember the rats we fucked?? ?That was disgusting.? ?You obviously don?t like bukkake. The same smell, but a better mouthfeel. And the taste?? Cookie sighed. ?I?ve had worse.? ?Cookie!? ?Oh. Before I forget. I have a PVP scheduled with Grizzlil. While you?re sleeping.? ?Great. Let me know how it goes.? ?I?m considering throwing the fights.? ?Don?t do that. If you beat him, fuck him. If he beats you, meh. It?s the same, right?? ?I get a thrill every time I?m taken.? ?Don?t get pregnant.? ?I?m taking my potions.? Kinny grunted. He checked Cookie?s stats. Dominance/Submissive 27. He groaned. ?Cookie, we need to work on your dominance.? ?Why? That?s no fun. I?m just not a whips and chains kind of girl.? She smiled. ?What?s my bondage score now?? ?Eleven.? ?There?s a number I can work on.? ******** ?Hi, honey, I?m home!? Joi called out from the kitchen. Kinny stuck his head around the corner. ?Hi.? He smiled. ?I?d hug you but I?m up to my elbows in baby shit.? ?Did you miss me?? She kissed him on the nose. ?Yes.? ?Doi!? Kinny nodded towards the baby. ?He missed you too. He called for you last night.? Kinny finished cleaning the baby?s bottom. He threw the wipes in the trash and fixed a new diaper onto the baby. Joi picked Drake up. She rubbed noses with him. ?Monster,? she said. Kinny said, ?He says you?re the monster.? ?You can read minds now?? ?He?s signing. Watch his hands. Monster-you, monster-you.? Joi handed the baby to Kinny. ?I had a bad week,? she said. ?Community service?? ?Not talking about it.? ?Need some alone time?? She sighed. ?Exactly how anti-social are you feeling?? ?Why?? ?Mom is throwing a party tonight. You?re invited. So is Jazz.? ?Who will be there?? ?Friends from work. Roy and Keisha and people I don?t know.? ?I?ll be there. Might have to leave early. I have three sets tonight at Club 69.? Jazz poked her head into the room. She dropped her helmet on the counter. ?Am I invited?? Kinny and Joi both said, ?Yes.? Jazz kissed Kinny on the cheek. Kinny sighed. ?I understand why she is avoiding kisses but why are you?? Jazz kissed him on the mouth. ?Better?? Kinny nodded. He smiled. Jazz asked. ?And why is she avoiding kisses?? ?Because she has an STD.? Jazz looked at Joi. ?I didn?t tell him,? Joi said. Kinny said, ?She left her medicine cabinet open and my specs tattled on her.? Joi said, ?Bo....? She sighed. ?Yes, I?m taking meds for STDs.? ?Why. I mean, I know why, but ... why?? She sighed. ?I was bait in a sting operation. It got out of hand. Now I?m taking precautions.? ?You tested positive?? ?I tested positive for a lot of things. But the tests that the doctor ran ? I?m clean. We?re still using condoms, though.? ?Aren?t you allergic?? ?I have Takalans. They?re not as bad as the others.? ******** Kinny enjoyed the make-up sex. Joi didn?t seem really into it, but went along for the ride. They?d started the session in exactly the same way that all sex with Joi started. Those little test strips for STDs. Mouth, arse, genitals. She made Kinny test both women and himself. Jazz did the honors when it was time for Kinny?s anal swipe. He?d stopped asking questions about it. It was an automatic thing now. He did wonder, though. The foreplay began. The girls spent more time teasing him than having sex. They spent even more time teasing one another. Both were usually very oral, but this afternoon was mostly fingers and hands. They introduced Kinny to the concept and use of an oral dam. It didn?t seem to do much for either of them. Until he pulled the vibrator from the nightstand by Joi?s working bed upstairs. The baby cried. ?Aba! Doi! A-ba!? ?I?ll feed him,? Joi said. ?Really?? ?Yuh. You finish with Jazz.? A look of annoyance passed through Jazz, gone as quickly as it appeared. Covered up, probably. Kinny said, ?We don?t have to, if you?re not into it.? ?Meh.? She grabbed a condom. ?When you get napakalaki, get Takalan.? She smiled and ripped the mylar with her teeth. ?Really, you don?t.....? ?Hush.? Jazz rolled the condom over his dick. She climbed on top. Settled into place, taking him to the root. ?You?re larger now,? she said. ?Might be the condom.? ?No. You?re larger. Longer. Wider.? She smiled. ?Deeper.? ?I?m not sure that?s a compliment. How small was I before?? She laughed. She started riding him. ?How?s it feel?? ?It feels strange. Pressure. It itches and gets purple sometimes.? ?S?pose to see the doctor when it does that.? ?I have an appointment on Monday.? ?How do you want this?? She framed his face with her hair. ?This is nice.? He played with her boobs as she rode him. ?I don?t want nice, I want happy. What?s your fantasy, Bo?? ?One dot eight children, a nice car, a wife who loves me.? Jazz snorted. ?This dick, nice as it is, will fall off soon. You need a new fantasy.? ?Can I have the car?? She put a finger on his chest. ?Yes.? ?A wife who loves me.? ?What about children?? ?Hadn?t thought about that.? ?I know two trans who went through your process. One is pregnant.? She opened a drawer on the nightstand. ?Don?t you dare,? Kinny said when he saw her reach for the Bridewell. ?The lady comes first.? ?I?ve had enough sex this week. Why don?t we finish you and just be done with it?? ?No. That sucks.? ?Sometimes it just is, Bo. Come for me, Bo.? She increased the tempo of her lovemaking. ?Come.? Kinny groaned. ?Trying.? ?Fine.? She used the vibrator on herself while she bounced on his dick. ?We?ll come together.? He smiled. When Kinny was close, Jazz abandoned the vibrator and rode him with enthusiasm. When he finished, she rose up off of him. ?Thanks,? she said. ?That almost did it for me.? ?Almost?? ?Yeh.? She grunted when she saw the condom. It had turned colors. She pulled it off of him and dropped it into the recycling bin. She used diaper wipes on his penis. ?It is purple,? she said. ?Does it hurt?? ?A bit. What does it mean when the condom turns colors like that?? ?It means that I?m still infected. Up, Bo. Soap and water. Umpa.? She led him to the shower and washed him thoroughly. ?Contagious?? ?Possibly.? She washed him head to toe. ?Both of you?? ?Not all sex is consensual, Bo. Sometimes it?s consensual in a technical sense but you didn?t really want it.? ?Like today?? She nodded. ?But mostly like, if I give you a blowie, you won?t rape me. Can I can fuck one of you at a time and avoid a gang rape? Or play topless waitress and fetch beers all night. Dance away from friendly touches while giggling and jiggling and....? She sighed. ?I?m aware. That?s the only sex I knew before Joi. Is that what happened?? She nodded. ?You have a crap job.? ?Copy that. Anyway, that?s why we make you carry condoms in your purse. And STD strips. I?ll show you how to fox ?em so they always turn positive. Sometimes you can talk a man out of sex if he thinks you have a disease. You have an appointment on Monday?? ?Yuh.? ?Tell her your girlfriend is positive for NGU and maybe warts. We used a condom but....? ?I need to be sure. Why did Joi...?? ?Because I tested negative at the start of this. She did not.? ?Oh, hell, she?s feeding the baby.? Kinny rushed out of the shower. Jazz stuck her head out of the shower. ?Eh?? ?It comes out in the breast milk.? ******** Kinny wrapped a towel around himself and bounced down the steps. Joi was in the kitchen, feeding the baby. With a baby bottle. ?Is that my milk?? Joi nodded. She?d thrown on sweat pants and a jogging bra. ?Okay.? ?He?s not a real baby.? ?Yes, but he still can get sick. Why do we have him?? ?Contract. I?ll miss him, ya know? He?s not a bad little monster.? ?Why did we have sex today?? ?Contract.? ?What?? ?I?m supposed to make you happy. Are you happy, Kinny?? ?I?m not happy that you?re having sex when you don?t want it.? ?Sex is my way of being friendly. I?m learning that I can enjoy sex with men. You?ve done that for me.? ?Do you love me?? ?I don?t think I can love.? ?You love your sister.? ?Not really. But I like her, on the days that I don?t hate her. I like you too.? ?Let?s get married.? ?No. I?m broken, Kinny. Find someone who is loyal. Someone who can love.? ?Let?s be broken together.? ?Next you?ll want a baby.? She tapped Drake on the nose. ?Boop.? ?Is that crazy?? ?You want a baby with me?? ?It?s a thought.? She smiled. ?Do you want to hatch it?? ?What?? ?A miracle of science. I can grow a dick. You can get fat with baby.? ?I think the wedding?s off.? Joi nodded. ?Afraid of a few stretch marks?? ?Not looking forward to them.? ?But that wasn?t the deal breaker. Picturing me with a dick?? ?Yuh. It doesn?t work for me.? ?I?ll be your bridesmaid, Anabelle, not your wife.? Kinny grunted. ?You?ll look cute in a wedding dress.? ?I?m going upstairs and ... finish what Jazz and I started.? ?Okay. I?ll be here.? ******** ?Finish what we started?? Jazz asked. ?Yuh. Drying off. Getting dressed. Can you do my hair? For the party? I like the way you fixed it last time.? ******** They all went to the basement to do laundry together. The baby spent time investigating the wall sockets. Kinny wasn?t worried. He?d put child-proof caps in all the sockets. Joi and Jazz washed their hand-wash in the deep sink while Kinny watched. ?You should learn how to do this,? Joi said. ?I know how to do that. I?ve washed your dainties before.? ?Practice makes perfect.? Kinny smiled. ?I don?t understand hand wash. Why not use the washing machine?? ?It doesn?t get them clean. Plus, ya know, there are clothes that are hand-wash only.? ?Everything I have is machine-wash. Why buy anything else?? ?Sometimes....? ?Oh, there it is.? Kinny watched Drake pull himself up on a chrome pole. Drake wobbled for a moment, looking up at the pole. Then he spun around it and landed on his diapered rear. ?What?? ?Stripper pole. You have the instructional AVS. Knew I?d seen that pole someplace..? ?You wanna learn?? Joi stepped away from the deep sink. ?Any excuse to get out of washing your own clothes.? ?Yes.? She ran upstairs. Joi came down a few minutes later, wearing clothes suitable for a set at Club 69. She also brought clothes and shoes down for Jazz and for Kinny. And that?s how Kinny found himself washing both women?s intimates while Joi practiced her routine on the pole and then pulled Jazz over to ?learn a few basics.? Both women giggled and laughed as Jazz spun gracefully or fell on her prat. ?Your turn.? Both women pulled him to the pole. ?Um, no.? ?Why not?? ?Because I?m still a guy.? ?Step out of those shoes.? ?Wait, what?? Jazz looked at him sternly. ?I dressed up and tried it. Your turn.? ?I feel really stupid,? Kinny said as they stripped him of skirt and blouse and shoes. ?I can?t walk in these,? he said as they put him in stripper shoes. ?You?ll be fine,? Joi said. She turned to Jazz. ?He?s worn them before.? ?I was in a bondage rig for most of that.? Jazz looked at him speculatively. ?Helpless was fun but I don?t wish to repeat it.? Jazz traced a fingernail down from Kinny?s collarbone to his sky-blue bra. She checked out the bulge in his panties. ?Bowser says you like it.? ?Bowser is a traitor.? Jazz laughed. ?I can watch the video.? Kinny sighed. Jazz grinned. ?Choose an activity.? ?Kissing.? She kissed him. ?Stripper pole or bondage rig?? ?I?ll dance.? ?Good girl.? She helped him into impossibly tall platform heels. They dressed him in a short skirt and a Club 69 half-tee. Fishnet stay-ups. Joi and Jazz walked him through some basic dance moves. Joi showed him how to spin around the pole without breaking an ankle. More giggling. More laughter. Then all four of them laid on the bed and listened to the washing machine rumble. Joi said, ?He broke out the M word tonight.? ?What?? Jazz looked at Kinny. ?Really?? ?He wants to marry me.? ?Are both of you crazy?? Joi said, ?It would be a crazy life.? She took a hit of Jazz?s marijuana cigarette and passed it back to Jazz. Jazz motioned with the cigarette. ?Like Grade-Three art, cray-cray in every color.? Kinny said, ?I just used green and black.? He refused the cigarette when she offered it to him. ?Green and black?? Jazz asked. ?I never touched the other colors. My art teacher resisted at first, then she allowed me to....? He posed artistically, ?...express myself.? He watched as Drake imitated his pose. Kinny smiled. ?I broke her in for you,? Joi said. ?I colored everything in red and black until I was thirteen.? Jazz covered her eyes with her hands. ?Didn?t anyone have a normal childhood?? Kinny and Joi traded a glance. ?Normal people?? they said together. ******** The party was a new experience for Kinny. He?d never been invited to one before. No birthday parties. No New Year?s invitations. And he?d never seen his mom throw a party before. There had been drunken parties when Brennan was home, but they sent Kinny off to sitter?s for that. This was respectable. Music. Beer. Mingling. Almost sedate. Except for a few ?teenagers? making out in the corners. They all looked very young, a miracle of rejuvenation therapy. Except for Roy. He?d only regressed into his twenties. Kinny half expected the police to knock on the door and ask to see everyone?s ID. Kinny felt underdressed until he met Keisha. He was wearing the Club 69 outfit they?d dressed him in, but Keisha?s outfit made his clothes look conservative. And yet, she carried it well. Keisha looked stunning and confident. And quite young. It didn?t help that she was chewing bubble gum and popping it like a preteen. Kinny felt a bit weirded out. His Z-guns were firing again. It was like floating in a dream. Who needed weed when you had psychonormalizing electro-stim? Kinny hung out in the kitchen. It was quieter there. Tile floor was easier than carpeting in these shoes. He?d just refilled his beer stein when he felt arms wrap around him and a hand squeeze his boob. Kinny froze. He smelled cologne. Roy?s cologne. Kinny?s legs felt weak. He marveled at that. He catalogued a rush of feelings that rolled through him like cards turned up at a poker game. Good, bad, alarmed, passive. Horny. Accepting. Damned Z-guns. ?Roy,? Kinny said. ?We talked about this.? Mem2 replayed the voice of his mother. ?...if Princess turns around and puts a tongue in your ear?? Kinny smiled. He shifted. The hand reached under Kinny?s half tee and cupped his boob. Kinny sighed. ?That?s for the baby, not for you.? ?I?m not Roy.? Kinny felt a thrill. His arsehole clenched as if he?d been zapped with the remote. He looked back. It looked like Roy, but wasn?t. Close enough to kiss now. Kinny put his beer on the counter. The man brushed Kinny?s ear with his nose. ?I?m Clyde. Roy?s nephew.? Kinny felt shiver bumps race up and down his body. God fuck him, he was aroused. And weak with anticipation. Kinny put his hand over the hand that was cupping his breast. He squeezed. Hadn?t planned to do that. Wasn?t sure why he had. But it did feel good. Kinny groaned. It came out more as a moan. ?Please remove your hand from my breast,? Kinny said. He pushed the offending hand lower, to the waistband of his skirt. No! Not what he wanted! No! He heard Clyde chuckle. ?My,? Clyde said. ?You?re direct.? ?I?m drunk.? ?You had one beer.? ?One is too many. Six is not enough.? ?Beers? Or men?? ?Let go, please. I have a girlfriend.? ?Invite her over.? Clyde put two fingers in the hem of Kinny?s skirt. ?I have a boyfriend.? ?I don?t believe you.? Clyde?s hand was inside the skirt now. Any lower and he was going to discover what Kinny was packing. ?I?m a boy,? Kinny said. Better to tell him now than let him discover. Clyde let go. He backed away. He looked at Kinny, up and down. ?I don?t believe you.? ?It?s true.? ?No. Those titties are real. Padded but real.? Kinny huffed. He adjusted his bra. ?Let me guess,? Clyde said. ?Breasts are sensitive. You?re moody. You don?t want my finger in your panties. You?re on your period. Tampon? Or pad?? He glanced down. Played with the lace at the bottom of Kinny?s skirt. Kinny pushed Clyde?s hand away. ?How about, I?m nursing? Those are nursing pads. I?m not in the mood to be sexually assaulted. And it?s none of your damned business.? ?You?re not a boy.? ?I might be.? Clyde smiled. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket. ?Drink this. If you?re an XY, it has no effect. If you?re an XX? It will open your mind. And your legs.? ?What is it?? ?It?s called Easy. The world?s first true aphrodisiac. Drink it.? ?No.? ?You just outed yourself. Princess. That?s not a boy name, by the way.? ?You brought date rape drugs to my ... aunt?s party?? Clyde chuckled. ?No. It?s my ... asthma medicine.? ?Bull cock. Let me see it.? Clyde shrugged. He handed over the bottle. Kinny read the ingredients. Called it up on his specs. ?This is for Irritated Bowel Syndrome,? he said. ?Not asthma.? ?People understand asthma. IBS is a date-killer.? ?You?re a chuutya third-degree rip to the arsehole. That?s the date killer.? ?I?m a psych major.? ?Jerk.? He smiled. ?Women like the bad boys.? ?What would happen if I drank it?? He shrugged. ?I wouldn?t be able to eat or drink tonight.? ?No. What would happen to me?? ?Nothing. It?s mostly probiotics. Your lips would taste of cherries.? He touched Kinny?s lips. Kinny tried to step back but froze. He said, quietly, ?Leave my lips out of this.? ?Boy meets girl. Girl slaps boy. Happens every Saturday.? He grabbed Kinny?s hand. Examined the palm. ?To slap? Or not to slap?? ?Get sodded.? Kinny couldn?t put any strength into his words. Kinny knew that he should feel alarmed. Violated. Angry. Instead he felt calm. Like in a dream. There was rage, but it channeled into paralysis. And heat. Down low. Kinny moaned. ?Are all the Barzjan women as pretty as you? Do they all shiver and moan when you cop a feel?? Joi walked up with Jazz. ?Trouble?? Kinny sighed. He shuddered. Clyde said, ?She claims to have a girlfriend.? Joi said, ?She does.? Joi took Kinny?s hand away from Clyde and held Kinny?s hand herself. ?I?m not a believer.? Joi smiled. She shifted the baby over to her other hip. Joi lifted Kinny?s chin and kissed him on the mouth. There was tongue involved. Then Jazz kissed him. With tongue. Jazz fondled Kinny?s boobs while she kissed him. And his arse. Kinny stood there, between them. Feeling and looking dazed. A small part of his mind registered that, for the first time ever, he didn?t taste semen in either kiss. Clyde looked at the three of them. He grinned. ?Can I buy you girls a drink?? Joi smiled and touched his arm. ?Get sodded.? She batted her eyes. Clyde laughed. ?She touched me,? he said, falling in a mock swoon. ?She touched me. My life is complete.? Jazz said, ?Mister, you need a new hobby.? Clyde nodded. He said. ?Sweet lemons. The three prettiest women here and they?re all lesbians.? ?Haven?t met a good man yet,? Jazz said. ?And tonight?s not looking hopeful.? ?I deserved that,? Clyde said. ?I?d have broken your elbow,? Jazz said. ?Apologize to her. Now.? Clyde finished his drink. He looked at Kinny. ?Your friend is right. I was out of line. I shouldn?t have touched you without permission. Can you forgive me?? Kinny said. ?I can fail to call the police.? He felt a cramp as he said this. Down low. ?Witnesses, Clyde.? The cramp intensified. ?You could be on the sex-offender list. Do you understand?? Kinny shook. This really fucking hurt. He had a headache now. A migraine. Clyde?s smile disappeared. He nodded. ?Go bother someone else. Not Linda. Got it?? The cramps eased. The headache disappeared. They watched him slink away. ?What did you call him?? Joi asked. ?A chuutya arsehole.? ?No something about a third degree rip.? Kinny shrugged. ?Heat of the moment.? ?I?m impressed. That?s a very girly thing to say.? Kinny said, ?I?m learning.? Joi tapped the hem of his skirt. ?I?m going to miss that thing when it?s gone.? Kinny?s mouth went dry. ?Me, too.? ******** The party started to wind down by seven p.m. At 7:30, Joi handed the baby over to Keisha, who had agreed to babysit. Joi opened the diaper bag. ?Diapers in the diaper bag. Also milk, a warmer, wipes, and a change of clothes. He has a bit of diaper rash. The medicine is....? Keisha interrupted. ?I can handle a baby.? ?Do you have a childcare certificate?? ?Joi,? Kinny said, interrupting. ?This is Miz Keisha. I babysat her grandchildren.? ?You?re a grandmother? You don?t look a day over fifteen.? Keisha pulled bubblegum from her mouth and stuck it under Linda?s kitchen counter. She smiled. Joi said, ?Thanks for agreeing to babysit. Bo, here, hasn?t had a night off in, like, forever. I have to get to work, though. Sorry.? She turned and left. Keisha pulled Kinny?s half-tee as he went to follow Joi. ?Hold up,? she said. ?Now that we have a little privacy.? Kinny stopped. He looked around. ?Bo?? Keisha asked. ?Princess? What do I call you?? ?Meh. What do you want to call me?? ?Well, I?m not calling you Kinny. Does Roy know?? ?I?m not sure. If he doesn?t, he will soon. Too many people in on this secret.? ?Bo, huh?? ?Short for boyfriend. I used to fit the description.? Kinny curtsied. Keisha chuckled. ?What do you prefer?? ?Eh.? ?What?s the name on your ID?? ?Anabelle.? ?Did you pick that name yourself?? ?No.? ?Bo, you and I need to talk. Soon.? ?Yes, Miz Keisha.? She sighed. ?Go. Git. Have fun. Don?t drink too much.? ?It?s outside the city limits. Near beer for me.? Kinny grabbed his purse, checked it, and went outside. Joi had already left on her bike, but the others were waiting. Linda and Roy got in the front. Clyde, Kinny, and Jazz rode in the back seat of Roy?s truck. Kinny sat wedged in the middle, between Clyde and Jazz. While they were rolling, Jazz fixed Kinny?s make-up. ?Do you need directions?? Jazz asked. ?Probably,? Roy said. ?She said it?s out of town on the northwest?? ?I know where it is, Uncle Roy,? Clyde said. ?I can get you there.? ?What are you doing?? Kinny asked when he saw Jazz open his purse. Jazz said, ?Loading you up.? She put a roll of centurions into his purse. ?Tip the waitress; tip the bartender; tip all the dancers. Not just Carob.? ?Carob,? Clyde said. ?Carob?s up tonight?? Kinny looked over. ?You met her. At the party?? ?Joi is Carob?? ?Yuh. Don?t use her real name in the club. Okay?? ?Um. I wanted to apologize.? ?You already did that.? ?Yeah, but for real this time.? ?Do you know what a Z-gun is, Clyde?? ?A pacemaker for the brain.? ?I have one of those. PTSD. When my Z-gun fires, it puts me in another state. People think I?m consenting, when all I am is stunned.? ?You?re not supposed to notice when it fires.? ?I?m also not supposed to need one.? ?You should have it checked out.? ?When I make my next billion. I can?t afford the deductibles, Clyde.? ?Maybe someone at the college?? ?Would you want some undergrad tweaking around with your brain chips?? ******** It was a hundred dollars cover at the club. A centurion each. Kinny didn?t have to pay because he was wearing a Club 69 half-tee. Clyde didn?t have to pay because Kinny was hanging on to him ? having troubles in the gravel with those stripper shoes. Everyone got carded. Clyde and Kinny each got a collectible rubber bracelet. Age 18 or older but less than age 21. The bracelet had the Club 69 logo on it, strippers dancing at poles on each side of the logo. They pulled two tables together near the runway. Girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. Kinny sat between Roy and Clyde. Both men gave his knee a squeeze. Kinny wasn?t sure how he felt about that. Joi straddled the empty chair by Jazz. She kissed Jazz on the forehead and ignored Kinny. When Drake came over ? Kinny recognized him from his previous visit to Club 69 ? Joi introduced him. ?These are my friends, Drake. Neighbors, family, um, somebody?s nephew.? Drake bumped fists with Clyde and shook hands with Roy. He paused when he looked at Kinny. ?Do I know you?? Joi said, ?She?s my babysitter, Drake. Be cool.? ?Oh.? He smiled and shook Kinny?s hand. ?Love the tee shirt. Did you win that in our wet tee-shirt contest?? Kinny shook his head. ?Thursday night is Amateur night, if any of you are interested.? He looked at all three women. ?Any one of you could be a moneymaker here. Tuesday night is Ladies Night. No cover and drinks are half off. Wet tee-shirt contest. Prizes vary.? A woman dressed in a corset and little else placed a drink in front of each of them except Joi. Kinny examined his beer. A draught beer in a plastic cup. He tried it. It was watery but cold. He lifted his beer to Joi. ?My respects.? The table saluted Joi with their drinks. Glasses clacked with plastic cups. Joi left for the back. A dancer walked past Joi and climbed to the stage. Kinny watched the show for a while. It was more of an education than it was fun. He wasn?t sure where to look. He settled on watching the audience. He sat and watched as Roy and Clyde approached the dancer on the stage and each passed money to her. He watched his mom and Jazz do the same. Clyde clapped a hand on Kinny?s knees. ?Too tight to part with your money?? ?These heels. I?m going to break an ankle.? ?I?ll support you.? ?No. I have to go to the ladies room.? Kinny noted that the entrance to what would be the Goblin?s Dungeon was actually the entrance to the men?s room here. He smiled. He stood, wobbled in his heels to the stage. Gave the stripper her the obligate centurion and toddled over to the bar. The woman tending the bar was dressed in the same way as the cocktail waitress. Tits bulging out around a corset. Nipples in plain view. Panties and heels. Fishnet body suit. ?Where is the small room?? Kinny asked when he had the chance. The woman nodded towards the back. It was up a staircase, the same stairs door that Joi had climbed and that the other dancer had come down from. As Kinny climbed the stairs, he got an upskirt view of the women in line waiting for the toilet. There were five women in line, waiting for two toilets. Joi pulled him into the dressing room. ?Use the one in here,? she said. ?Hi.? He accepted a kiss on the cheek. ?Enjoying the show?? ?Meh. It?s different now. It occurs to me. I might be working here this time next year.? She smiled. ?Toilet is behind that curtain. Flush, please.? She spoke quietly into Kinny?s ear. ?And for fuck?s sake, pee sitting down. Okay?? Kinny smiled and nodded. ?You look nice.? Joi was dressed in a western outfit. Joi smiled briefly. ?You introduced Jazz as your girl, but I?m the sitter.? ?Keep it that way. The less Drake knows about your personal life, the better.? ?Okay. Thanks.? Kinny used the toilet. Flushed. Washed his hands. He checked his make-up. Not that he knew why he was checking. Why did women do this? Too much eye shadow but the rest looked okay. ?You the new girl?? a woman asked, fixing her make-up in the same mirror. ?I?m the babysitter.? Kinny smiled and left. As he clomped down to the first landing, Kinny met Drake. ?That?s for employees only.? ?Sorry. I couldn?t wait.? He smiled and shrugged. ?College student?? ?Coffee slut.? He nodded. ?Which flavor?? ?I?m a Debbie.? ?The pay is better here.? ?You mentioned that.? He looked puzzled. ?Are you the same Drake that runs Level 4?? He smiled. ?I am.? ?I think my avatar is sweet on you. She likes your big, scaly, green ... mmn ... club.? ?Have I had the pleasure?? ?Not yet, but we?re getting ready to face the dragon.? ?Good luck. The dragon cheats.? ?Oh?? ?Show me your tits and I?ll tell you how to beat him. And how to avoid the cheat.? ?I?ll need more beer for that.? Drake smiled. He gave way with a bow and a flourish. Kinny clomped down the rest of the stairs, aware of eyes from patrons looking up his skirt. The tables with a view of the staircase were almost as popular as the tables by the runway and stage. Kinny held the lace at the bottom of his skirt. He wobbled in his heels and nearly fell down the steps. Kinny turned around. He descended the remaining steps backwards, aware of Drake, above, looking down his cleavage, and the men, below, looking up his skirt. Could they see his dick through his panties? Kinny made his way to his table and to his chair. As he sat, the waitress placed a beer in a glass mug in front of Kinny. Kinny reached into his purse. The waitress shook her head. ?From the bouncer.? ?I?m told I should tip the waitress.? Kinny handed her a centurion. She nodded and smiled. Kinny raised his glass. He looked around and found Drake. Kinny saluted with the beer. Drake nodded. ?Ouff,? Kinny said. ?This is real beer.? ?Wanna trade?? Clyde asked. ?I?m drinking panther piss.? Kinny traded glass for plastic. ?I love it here,? Clyde said. ?A bit strange being here with my uncle, though.? ?This is your kind of place?? ?What?s not to love? Cheap beer, naked women, head-splitting music. I feel brain cells fading, one by one.? ?To death by roo roo.? Kinny held up his cup. ?Death by roo roo.? Clyde matched his toast. ?What?s roo roo?? Kinny smiled. He didn?t explain. He watched the show with Clyde, annoyed that Clyde kept grabbing his hand and holding it. As if they were a couple. Kinny hadn?t jerked his hand away. He hadn?t asserted himself. When he could, he did something, like this toast. And let go. Another day, another wtf. No explanations for it. Kinny couldn?t figure it out. Explanations contradicted one another and circled like sharks. Kinny logged on to PASsport and compared shows. Surprisingly, the live show was better. When that dancer stepped down, twenty minutes later, she made the rounds. Wearing nothing but heels and a thong. As she passed by, Kinny held out a centurion. It earned him a lap dance. The woman slapped Kinny?s cheeks with each boob. She wiggled her arse in Kinny?s lap. He held on to her sides and grinned. ?Why are you special?? Clyde asked. ?I gave her money. I didn?t get a lap dance.? ?Maybe it?s because I have tits.? Kinny glanced up at the stage. Two women up there now. In VR, it was the dragon show. Kinny watched both shows for a while. He also watched groups of adventurers handing silver coins completely out of synch with live patrons handing similar coins to the women on each stage. Some of those adventurers headed into the dungeon. Cookie said to Kinny, ?They think that if they rush through to Level 3, they won?t meet the dragon at the entrance for Level 4.? ?Ah. You?re here?? ?Where else would I be?? Kinny used Cookie?s eyes to look around the place. The view to the women?s toilets, here, was a view to an open staircase going to the rooms upstairs there. The upskirt views were more frequent in Cookie?s world. Kinny asked, ?Can the dragon be two places at once?? ?No data,? Cookie said. ?If that pretty cleric ends up on stage, we?ll know. Won?t we?? Cookie held the hand of the adventurer next to her. Someone that Kinny didn?t recognize. Ha! That was it. Kinny looked down at his own hand. Fuck. He was holding hands with Clyde again. He traded glances with Clyde. Cookie traded a glance with her neighbor. Kinny said, ?Let me know if you get clear indication either way. Who?s the dude?? Cookie smiled. She said, ?This is Thvenger.? ?He looks different.? ?He?s in town clothes.? ?Careful with him. You know what he carries.? ?Who are you talking to?? Clyde asked. ?My video partner.? ?You?re on line?? ?Yes.? ?PASsport?? Kinny nodded. ?I?m jealous. My specs won?t support the game. I have to log on with my tablet.? Kinny smiled. ?Are you wired?? Kinny nodded. ?Tropic. What?s it like?? ?It can be fun. Mostly, it?s annoying.? ?What do you play?? ?A rogue.? ?I?m a barbarian. Pass me your handle, so I can IM you.? ?Cookie?? ?I can handle a barbarian. Pass him to me.? Kinny passed Cookie?s information to Clyde?s specs. ?I?ve been chasing this girl,? he said. ?Really.? ?This is you? Seismic.? ?Why are you chasing me?? ?Budge says that you can hook me up with the Brotherhood?? ?Which Brotherhood?? ?The Templars.? ?Budge is misinformed. How is Budge, by the way?? ?A level 30 assassin. He?s having trouble with tentacle monsters. But he runs the local assassin?s guild. She runs the guild, I should say. He?s been girled.? ?That happens.? Cookie buzzed his glasses, so Kinny switched to AR. The pretty cleric was on-stage now, servicing two dragons. ?That didn?t take long,? Cookie said. ?Data point. The dragon?s always on duty.? ?Whatcha watching?? Clyde asked. ?The dragon show.? ?Is it better than this one?? ?Not really.? Kinny checked his glasses. Ah. Carob was up after the dragon show. In both worlds? Kinny finished his beer, looked around, made eye contact with Drake. Still watching Drake, he reached behind and unhooked his bra. Kinny wiggled out of the bra without removing his half-tee. He put the bra into Clyde?s hand. ?Hold this for me, will ya?? Clyde looked down at his hands and then looked at Kinny in amazement. It worked. He wasn?t trying to hold hands anymore. When ?Carob? danced her way onto the stage, Kinny stood. He lifted his shirt and hollered, ?Woo hoo!? Joi glanced over to Kinny, waggled a finger at him and said into the mic, ?Bad girl. I like bad girls.? She smiled and started her routine. When Kinny dropped his shirt and sat back down, all eyes at that table were on him. And quite a few, besides. ?I need another beer,? he announced. He held up a hand and signaled the waitress. When the beer arrived, Kinny paid for it, grabbed Clyde, and took two seats by the runway. He spent that set feeding coins to Joi. He handed several coins to Clyde, to put in Joi?s garter or panties or bra. He bought himself a lap dance. He nearly orgasmed each time Joi touched him. It seemed like Cookie was doing something similar, except that she was getting penetrated. After Joi finished her set, Clyde excused himself and went to the men?s room. Kinny made a bet with himself. The poor deluded lad would purchase a condom from the machines in there. Kinny sighed. He wandered over to Drake. Kinny tugged at his half-tee. There was sweat rolling between his boobs. Or, possibly, sweat was rolling between Cookie?s boobs. Difficult to say without looking. ?Well?? he asked Drake. ?How do we beat the dragon?? ?I passed the info to Cookie.? ?Thank you.? ?A pleasure. Those are tig ?ole bitties. Almost as nice as your avatar?s.? Kinny nodded. ?Another beer?? ?I?m good. Cookie?s not working the rooms here, is she?? Drake smiled. ?I might have hired her.? ?I thought so.? ?You wired, Sunshine?? Kinny took a big breath. ?Wired and on line.? He nodded. ?Enjoy your night.? He tipped his hat at her. ?Cookie!? Kinny toggled the AR on his specs. ?Hush. I?m working.? Kinny could see her with her legs in the air, getting fucked. He could also feel it. ?Is he wearing a condom?? ?Yes, mom.? ?Good enough.? ?You?re nicer when you?re drunk, you know that?? ?Less in-hibi-ted.? Kinny said that with a drunken slur. ?You know you?re drinking near beer, right?? Kinny smiled. ?I don?t need to be drunk to act like I?m drunk. But that?s our little secret, okay? Is that Thvenger?? ?Nah. He popped, like, in five minutes. Remember the doctor? He?s cashing in coins. Stop cock blocking me. You?ve ruined three orgasms.? Kinny smiled and saluted with his beer. ?You?re on autopilot, nunee. Don?t get roofied.? ?The same to yourself,? Cookie said. Kinny nodded and put Cookie in autoplay. He paused the game. When he sat down, two drinks appeared in front of him. A beer in a glass mug and a shot of Jack Brandy. ?Someone?s trying to get me drunk,? Kinny said. ?You?? he asked Clyde. ?My uncle.? ?He?s trying to get you laid.? Clyde blushed. He stammered out a reply. Of sorts. ?Trade you beers.? ?Are you trying to get me drunk?? Clyde traded beers. ?Better you than me. You?re not getting laid, Clyde. Not on the first date. Got it?? Clyde nodded. He took a sip of beer. ?And no blowie.? ?There went every reason I have to live.? ?Get sodded, Clyde. I?m still mad at you.? Kinny handed him the shot of brandy. ?Respect.? He bumped a plastic cup against the glass mug. ?Do you still have my bra?? Clyde nodded. He showed it to Kinny. It was still in his left hand. ?That?s been in your hands the whole time?? Clyde nodded. ?For fuck?s sake. Don?t you have pockets?? An ?aha? moment came to Clyde. He reached for his jacket. ?No, hand it over.? Kinny put the bra in his purse. It was sweaty and no doubt smelled of Clyde. To Clyde?s expression he said, ?I?m not putting it back on. It?s ... sticky.? Clyde shrugged. ?Sorry.? ?If you?re good I?ll flash my tits again.? That made his day. Clyde grinned. He motioned with his beer. They watched two more sets after Joi. Then the four of them went home, leaving Jazz to catch a ride with Joi after work. Kinny kept trading beers with Clyde. At the end of it, Clyde was stumbling drunk and Kinny was supporting him as they walked together to the truck. As they drove home to Linda?s house, Clyde rested against Kinny?s shoulder. He drooled onto Kinny?s tee-shirt. ?You never showed them. I was good.? Kinny growled. He lifted his shirt and exposed one boob. ?There. Happy?? ?Ha. Does good boy get a kiss?? He put a finger on Kinny?s nipple. Kinny exchanged a look with his mom. She exchanged a look with Roy. Roy parked in the carport. He killed the engine and he and Linda both left the truck. ?You?re not leaving me in here with him, are you?? Kinny asked as his mom shut the door. Kinny rolled the window down. ?Hey! We don?t need any privacy.? Clyde said, ?Ha.? Kinny?s mom smiled and nodded. She raised an eyebrow. They went into the house. The lights clicked off in the carport. Kinny rolled the window up. ?You?re lucky I?m not an evil cunt,? he said to Clyde. ?If I had a dick I?d sodbust you here. You?d walk funny for a week.? ?Bring ?er on.? Clyde nuzzled Kinny?s neck. He tried to kiss Kinny. Kinny fended him off rather easily. ?C?mon. Out.? ?Huh?? ?You want to sleep in my bed?? Clyde smiled. ?Sure.? ?You?re sleeping alone, Clyde. Don?t puke on my comforter. Okay?? Clyde nodded. ?Okay.? Kinny helped Clyde negotiate the steps to the kitchen and then up the stairs to the bathroom. He horsed Clyde around and pointed him at the toilet. Kinny had to help Clyde with his zipper. ?You?re not that drunk,? Kinny said. Clyde snorted. Kinny huffed and held Clyde up while he peed. Thankfully, he didn?t have to hold the man?s dick and Clyde hit where he was aiming. Pretty much. ?Does this mean we?re going steady?? Clyde asked. He kissed Kinny?s ear. Kinny batted him with a plastic basin he found under the sink. ?It means you?re too drunk to stand. C?mon. Bed.? Kinny walked Clyde to the bed with his dick still hanging out. He sat him down. ?Zip, will you? What if my mom walks in?? ?Okay.? Clyde tucked it in. He zipped up. Kinny helped him drop his shoes to the floor. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of Clyde?s shirt. Kinny ignored the drunken groping of his boobs as he did this. ?There. Face down. Face down.? ?Don?t want me to drown in my own puke,? Clyde said. He lifted his head. ?You love me.? ?Don?t be a dick. One arm over the side. There?s a basin. See it?? Clyde nodded. ?That?s for you to puke in if you need it. Okay? Not on my bed.? Clyde nodded again. Kinny left the light on and the door open. He clip-clopped down the hall and then down the steps. He was getting the hang of these shoes, but he had sores from the straps. Keisha, Roy, and Linda were in the living room. The baby was in the car carrier. Asleep. ?I?ll think he?ll be okay,? Kinny said. Roy smiled. ?Took you long enough.? Kinny ignored that. ?I left the door open so he can find his way to the toilet if he needs it again. You might want to lock your door, mmm-a Aunt Linda.? Linda nodded. She gazed at Roy. ?Good night.? Kinny kissed his mom on the cheek. He accepted a hug from Roy and startled at a brief touch under his half tee. Roy?s thumb made contact with the bottom of Kinny?s boob. It might have been innocent, except that Roy ran his thumb along the curve of it. Kinny broke the hug with a sigh. He looked Roy in the eye, touched him on the cheek and said, ?No.? He turned to Keisha. ?Thank you for babysitting,? he said. ?I?ll walk you to the door.? ?Did you have a good time?? Keisha asked as Kinny picked up the baby seat. He was aware that he was flashing cleavage to Keisha as he did this, and underboob to Roy. He could still feel Roy?s touch on his boob. Kinny stood. ?Yuh. I got drunk and stupid.? ?Not as drunk as that one.? Keisha motioned upstairs. ?He?s going to have an evil hangover tomorrow.? ?You?? ?Not so much.? When they were outside, Kinny asked. ?Is Roy good for my mom? Or is he going to break her heart?? ?Good?? Keisha frowned. ?Depends on what Linda thinks she needs.? ?He seems apt to wander.? ?His hands wander, that?s a fact.? Keisha smiled. She played with her hair. ?He?s our top rainmaker. And a team player. He improves everyone?s productivity, so management lets it slide.? ?Yah, but does mom know?? ?She likes the bad boys, Kinny.? Kinny grunted. With Anabelle?s voice, it sounded comical. ?Good night,? he said. ?Thanks again.? He accepted a hug from Keisha. His jaw dropped when Keisha?s knuckles brushed his nipple. Keisha held Kinny longer than he was comfortable with. He didn?t know what to do with his hands. He glanced back to his mom?s house and saw the light click on in his mother?s room. ?I?m drunk,? Keisha said. Ah. That explained the touch. ?Need me to call you a cab?? ?Can I sleep over?? ?Um. Sure. Joi has a spare bedroom. I think it?ll be okay. Um. Mind if I make a phone call?? ?I?ll call a cab.? ?Tell you what. You can sleep in my bed.? Kinny opened the door to Joi?s house. ?Where will you sleep?? ?On the couch.? Kinny motioned to the couch. ?The crib is here. I usually sleep on the couch anyway.? Keisha looked around. ?This is nothing like Linda?s house. I love this room.? Kinny looked at it with new eyes. The living room took up the middle of the house. It?s ceiling was more than two stories up, with skylights. The stairs faced the front door with an airy looking handrail. It met the hallway upstairs. The catwalk that crossed the span of the living room on the south face of the house was also airy looking. Joi called it The Promenade. ?It is pretty.? ?What?s with all the cameras?? ?Motion capture for a video game. Smart house. Security.? Kinny shrugged. Keisha helped Kinny put Drake into his crib. She asked, ?Do you have coffee?? ?House! Coffee, please. Four cups.? ?Four?? ?Joi?s coming home tonight.? Kinny sighed. ?I hope.? They sat at the kitchen table and waited for the coffee to brew. ?So.? Keisha held his hands. ?Talk.? ?I?m happy. I think.? ?That?s it? That?s all you have to say?? ?How much did my mom tell you?? ?Not a damned thing. She called you Princess. But it?s plain to see that you?re not a princess.? ?I?m not a Kinny, either.? Kinny sighed. He pointed down to his lap. ?Not for much longer.? ?It?s getting smaller? Hormone therapy?? ?No, it?s getting bigger, actually. Swelling. But the doc says it?s going to fall off.? ?Surgery?? Kinny shook his head. ?Cancer therapy.? ?Never heard of that.? ?I?ve watched the videos. It does fall off. Messy. I?m not looking forward to it.? She smiled. ?Does it still work?? Kinny grinned. ?Yes. But I already have two girlfriends.? ?Do they share?? She ran a finger down his chest to his cleavage. ?Um.? Kinny stood up. He backed away from the kitchen table, aware of the state of his nipples, aroused, and of his penis, erect. He poured two cups of coffee. ?Cream? Sugar?? ?How ?bout a to-go cup?? She laughed. ?This was a bad idea, Kinny. I?m sorry. Teenage hormones got the better of me.? Kinny found two Debbie cups. He fixed two double-doubles. ?You?re drunk. You?re forgiven. Besides, Miz Keisha, you?re beautiful. I?d be happy.? ?Really.? ?And flattered.? ?You?re letting me down softly.? Kinny shrugged. ?I have a bed, if you need it.? ?Nah. I?ll sleep in my own bed. Thanks for the coffee.? She raised her cup and stood. ?You?re not driving, are you?? ?I?m not and never was drunk. Tonight. But I?ll put it in autodrive, just the same. I?ll be fine.? She tapped her glasses. Her tel-ID appeared in Kinny?s directory. A call connected. Kinny walked her to the door. He could hear her breathing as she walked. Over the specs. It was surprisingly intimate. Keisha?s car had driven over to Joi?s driveway and was waiting with the door open. He watched the sway of her hips as she walked to her car. ?Any time you need a sitter,? she said on his specs, ?call.? She blew him a kiss and waved as she got into her car. Kinny waved back. He watched her drive off. He heard her moan just before she ended the call. He heard her stereo blast out a top-40?s song as she drove away.