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8PHE0032 word count 8066 ******** Day 32, Friday Kinny rolled out of the chair and onto the floor. When he could, he reached up and put the Piglet adhesive bandage over the camera on his workstation. New command. The workstation stays live. But he still had a mandate to not show penis. Thus, the Piglet bandage. New command. Game Cookie stays live. New command.... "Right," Kinny said. "Control-A. Acknowledge all." He toggled the keyboard. Hit Enter. Kinny gathered the clothes and the toys he'd found in the basement. He went downstairs dressed only in a set of still-wet panties. He manufactured a few items in Joi's home fab. He ordered maker stock and smart paint. He carried what he had on hand to the safe room. Put it all where it belonged. The keys went into the lock on his side of the door. The trainers insisted. Anyone in the room with him could take the key on the way out. Leaving Kinny locked in. He took a shower in the washroom. He looked out the window. Dark outside. No drapes on this window. Meh. If someone wanted to perv, let them. Kinny felt a reward pulse for that decision. He ignored it. He used Mrs. Tupper's shampoo and soap. He remembered the scents from years ago. Kinny washed his panties and hung them on the shower rod. He needed conditioner. Mousse. Nail polish. Supersonic oil. He put those on his list. Delivery at Eight. He tried to order condoms but was denied. Test strips, however, were allowed. So was a thing called a Transfer Condom. Kinny looked at the advert. Anti-mord. It trained him not to bite. Oral sex trainer. It trained him to enjoy oral sex. And to enjoy swallowing. Anal sex trainer. It trained him to enjoy anal sex. It transferred sensations from the condom to his hoo-hah. Or penis, if he still had one. Kinny sighed. It worked a lot like the tentacle dildo did. Without a mind of its own. The training condoms had a fucking hole in the top to let the spunk out. What good was that? It enabled the swallowing trainer, Kinny supposed. Ya gotta have spunk in your mouth if you're going to swallow it. He could pour the leavings out of a regular condom. And suck it down. Ick. But he'd done exactly that last night, in several of the rape trainers. Oh. It made ass-to-mouth more pleasant. Because you could take the shit-stained condom off and put a relatively clean dick in your mouth. Or, you could deep-throat it and ignore where it came from. Fine. He ordered a box of them. He also ordered shit mints. They were supposed to eliminate odor. He needed an IUD. He couldn't get one until his dick fell off. Conflict. Let the wraiths figure that one out. Kinny went upstairs and used Joi's conditioner. He dried and styled his hair in Joi's privacy bathroom. He went back to the safe room and laid on the bed. Naked. He imagined himself spread-eagle on this bed, tied to the canopy posts. His Mem2 called up similar scenes, although not in this room. He slept. At five the trainers woke him. He went upstairs and dressed absently, noting vaguely that he dressed for the gym. He fixed his hair, grabbed his work ID. He headed for the door. He opened it just as his mom was about to knock. "Good morning, beautiful," she said. "Good morning, younger version of me. Today is booty." "Joi?" "Working. We'll hire Phoebe. She has the morning shift." They ran to the gym. Kinny did wind sprints while his mother jogged. Kinny ran to each crosswalk and back to his mom repeatedly. He was inspired to a new personal best today. Speed and distance. He'd realized, in the cold air, that he might be making one of his own Journey of Discovery sensies, soon. He wanted to make a good run for it. Could he escape? Would they let him? Four thousand and ninety six sex scenes. Presumably with outtakes, bloopers, and retakes. How long would that take to shoot? He might also go running with Jorry. Or Rafe. Kinny smiled at the thought. Phoebe goggled at the two of them for a moment. "Which one is Princess?" They both raised a hand. Kinny giggled. "I'm Chastity. She's Star. Princess is more of a title than a name. You win it by being prissy. Or weak." "Who is A. Lee Parsian?" "Me." "Alright. Let's go. One of you knows the routine. The other, try to keep up." ******** Kinny ran wind sprints on the way home, too. He tried to encourage his mom to do so also. She jogged. When they got to the cemetery, she stopped. "I'm baffed." They walked. "Um." "Spit it out, Chastity." "You ever done a threesome?" "Yeh." "Which is better, two guys or two girls?" "Two girls is gentler. Guys can get a bit rambunctious. Why?" "Roy ever pressure you for a threesome?" "All the time." "How would that work?" "Baby steps, Chastity. Get your girl on. Then explore the kinks." Kinny nodded. "He wants you and me." "I know." Kinny waited. His mom did not fill the silence. When they got home, they both saw Roy's truck in the driveway. Kinny said, "Someone's getting laid today." Linda asked, "Rock-paper-scissors?" Kinny smiled. He pulled two test strips from his purse. "Here." "I can't start testing him now." "Yes, you can. Tell him you had a scare at the doctor. It turned out to be nothing but now you have these." "Can I have two more?" Kinny handed over another pair. "How do you read these?" "It explains on the back. One for the mouth. One for the ... dick. If he's getting pegged - receives anal sex - one in the bunghole. There's a video if you're interested." He passed the Department of Health video to his mom's specs. "If you want to test yourself...." He passed his mom three more test strips. "You're also supposed to test your boobs if you're lactating." "Mouth, vagina, arsehole, boobs. Any place with body fluids." "Yuh." "Don't need the boobs or the mouth." "Does he go down on you?" "No." "You probably don't need it. Unless you see a cold sore. Does he kiss you?" "We kiss." "Test his mouth." "Thanks." They hugged. Each went to a different house. Both of them waved at Mrs. McCarthy. ******** Upon entering the house, Kinny stripped down to his panties. When he lost his dick, he wouldn't be allowed to wear the panties, either. Rules. He hadn't earned the right to wear clothes yet. His first item of clothing would be shoes. The next item would be earrings. Then something for his hair.... He took his gym clothes downstairs for the wash. He went into the safe room to pick out something to wear under his Debbie uniform. None of the clothes down here were new. They were all someone's cast- offs. Someone who had been locked in the safe room. If he could believe the sensies. At least they were clean. He'd washed them himself. The trainers wouldn't let him wear his work uniform yet. They did let him wear a bra - his own bra - but only because he was still lactating. He needed a place to tuck nursing pads. Kinny went upstairs and milked himself. He had two orgasms as he did this. At eight oh two, a delivery drone dropped off supplies. Kinny opened the door and signed the receipt dressed only in a bra and panties. He took most of it to the safe room. He took the smart paint and painted stripes on the walls and parts of the floor there. Dripless roller. Insta-dry. He painted the shower, too. And the glory hole stations. There. Now the safe room was wired in 3D and in three spectrums. No blind spots, not even under the bed. Live and transmitting. Where to? Kinny didn't know. And didn't know how to find out. He painted stripes in strategic places in the basement and the rest of the house. Kinny felt like a traitor when he started painting Joi's privacy rooms. He had enough paint to do his mom's house, too. Kinny went outside in bra and panties. He dropped the paint and other supplies in the corner of the carport. He was glad he'd propped open the kitchen door. Because he'd forgotten to take Joi's house-key with him on his trip to the carport. Time to work. The trainers prodded him. He dressed in his Debbies, got on his bike. And went. ******** 'One week until Required Fun.' Kinny acknowledged his secretary with a flick of his eye. Kinny locked his bike in the bike box and entered the Two Debs building. "Good morning," he said to the woman at the front desk. Young. Very young. He hoped she was a rejuve dialed back a little too far. "Good morning, Princess. Is your intent pure today?" "Two Debs?" "Good to see you're handling your own shift today. You know, I'm not really supposed to let you subcontract that out." "I am overjoyed to see you again." Kinny leaned back, checking her out. "How young is that bodice?" "Apparent age, eleven. We're accelerating the growth. My pain sensors ... I'm sure you have an appreciation. You recently shrank, right?" Kinny nodded. "It hurts. I don't feel pain in the same way you do, but I am not comfy. Ravenous appetite. I could eat the wallpaper." "Which Deb are you?" "Both. It's a blended bodice, compatible with either body - like the baby you feed." "Drake is a blended bodice?" Two Debs nodded. "Who for?" "Two males, most likely. Statistically, that's rare. Women will save expense by sharing a medical clone but men - in general - don't share. Except sometimes with family members or a spouse." "Spousal blends are male?" "Female, generally. We can grow male sex organs in a vat now. No need for the expense of an animated caretaker - anime." "So. They'll be forcing Baby Drake to grow? Soon?" "Not until the senior clone ages out or is used." "Thanks. Oh. Something is eating the grumblers at Magpie Alley." "I am aware." "What is it?" "I am unaware." "Noel thinks you should send combat models in to assess the troubles." "I'll pass that along." "Have a Debbie day, Two Debs." "You, too. Tell your other self that she's welcome to take your shifts if she completes the training." Kinny smiled. He nodded. "I didn't figure out it wasn't you until she clocked out." "It was a oncer. She wanted to see if her boyfriend would hit up on anything in a skirt. He does." "One week until your required fun. What are your plans after that?" "Dunno. Kinda like this job. College, maybe. Don't want to be a coffee, erm, barista all my life." "We have a scholarship program." "D'best." ******** When Kinny went to pull a cash box out of the growler bay, he noticed a grumbler, belly-up, by the Debbie station. He checked it. It was still alive. Kinny called it in. "Two Debs?" he asked. Kinny toggled the video feed on his specs. "Yes." "Are you seeing this? He's missing legs." "Help is en route." "Anything I can do?" "Right him. That way he can crawl to safety." "Okay. I flipped him over. Now what?" The grumbler said, "Ready one. Good human. Nice human." It nodded and then crawled into the growler bay. "Take the cart. Enjoy your day at work." A Debbie cart popped out of the growler bay. Kinny slotted the cash box into it and rolled it over to Magpie Alley. "Hi," the Debbie on shift there said. "Glad you got a cart. We're almost out of inventory. Where are all the grumblers?" "Injured. He can't come to you. You have to go to him." The other Debbie looked worried. "Who would hurt a grumbler? They're cute." "They're grumpy." "If you feed them French fries you have a friend for life." "We don't stock French fries." "Exactly. They also like caramelized carrots. And yams with marshmallows." "Put in a benny sugg. Management hands out bonuses for helpful ideas." "I will. Debbie day." The other Debbie held her hand up in a Vulcan salute. She kicked the brake on her cart and started rolling away. "Debbie day." Kinny saluted with a Girl Guides salute. ******** The warm day turned blustery. Kinny eventually had to turn on the heat in his stay-ups and wear a knit hat. Kinny stayed busy for most of his four-hour shift. He fed coffee and breakfast sandwiches to Roy and Clyde and his mom and even Mrs. Mac. The tip jar filled slowly, but it did fill. He noticed that Keisha got her coffee from Noel. Which was fine by Kinny. "Hi, Debbie!" "Jazz. What can I get you?" "Happy Cola and a bagel." "Toasted?" "Yes." Jazz watched Kinny fetch the cold drink from the cooler. She said, "That never gets old." "Thank you for perving." Kinny passed the cola over and popped a bagel into the toaster. "Cream cheese?" "Honey." "Forty-five." Kinny paused. "Are you on a budget?" "Always." "Girlfriend discount." Kinny took it from the tip jar. "What cha' doin' this afternoon?" "I dunno. Topless rollerblading?" "Sounds fun. Want to go monster hunting in Underground Fairview?" "Halloween monsters?" "Nope. Tick Tick got the contract for a monster hunt from Two Debs LLC. He passed it to me." Kinny connected the dots. "Something's eating biomechanicals in this alley and in the alley below." "That's the one." "It would have to be something big." "Could be rats. Feral dogs. Children." "How do we catch them?" "We sit and watch. Whatever it is, it's camera-shy. A few blurry pictures but nothing helpful." "Doesn't sound like dogs or children. Do rats understand cameras?" "Only the military models." "Have you talked to the grumbler?" "No, he won't come out." "Try feeding him French fries." Jazz smiled. "I'll be right back." ******** Kinny clocked out remotely. The company liked it when he did this because then they didn't have to pay for the commute to and from the Two Debs building. Jazz sat with Kinny on a bench in Gropecunt Alley between a museum and a clothing store. Jazz had a new pet, a grumbler with only three legs. She had a bag of French fries. She was feeding them to the grumbler one at a time. Jazz offered a fry to the grumbler. "What bit you?" "Monster." The grumbler took the fry. "A rat?" "Monster." "How big was this monster?" She offered another fry. The grumbler hesitated. "Did you see it?" "No." Jazz gave it the fry. Then, after a moment, she gave the rest of the bag to the grumbler. Kinny rolled bits of rebar with his feet. They were putting in concrete sidewalks and handicap access ramps on the dirt road down here. The construction bots had apparently abandoned work at this end of town. "Why are you here?" he asked Jazz. "What can you do that a combat-support bot can't?" "Mark 1 Mod 0 eyeball," Jazz said. "We sent dragonflies down here and immediately lost them." "What if it's a real monster?" "There aren't any real monsters." "You said that about starfish." At 4 p.m., the museum opened up. Kinny and Jazz each slotted a centurion into the old-timey coin-op admissions gate. The grumbler followed. "No bots," a man in period costume said. Jazz slotted another centurion. "I just paid admissions for him." The museum guide shrugged. "It's a stupid rule anyway." Jazz quizzed him about any unusual sightings. Had he seen any rats? Rogue repair spiders? Evil-minded children? Something down here was eating biomechanical constructs. "Ya. It attacks our animatronics. Whatever it is. That's how I got this job. Used to be you could rent one of these ladies for a simulated 'conversation.'" He held up air quotes. "You want the tour?" "We're going to look around first." It was a museum about the history of prostitution in Fairview. Most of the displays were broken. They were making do with interactive plaques and smart paper. Eventually, the three of them took the guided tour - Kinny, Jazz, and the grumbler. Kinny learned more about the history of Fairview and its Charter in ten minutes than he had learned in twelve years of schooling. Of course, they didn't speak about prostitution in public school. Also, he had not been a model student - not after about Grade 3. But he probably would have paid close attention to the history of prostitution. Afterwards, they went back 'outside.' Jazz tickled the grumbler under its chin. She said, "We humans are going for a walk. You should probably go back to the growler bay, little one." "Not safe." "Righty-o. I'm just going to look around in the unlit parts of the Underground. Bo, you coming?" "I didn't bring a flashlight." "Those specs have infrared, yes?" "They do." "Why do you need a flashlight?" They got about three steps into the dark when they were attacked. Kinny's glasses opaqued. He heard the grumbler scream. He heard lots of commotion around him and felt something brush against his leg. Hairy. Warm. Big as a dog. Tentacles? Kinny ripped off his glasses. Rats. Big ones - as big as the wharf rats in PASsport, maybe bigger. What he'd thought was a tentacle was a prehensile tail. One of the rats hissed at him. Jazz was dosing them with combat spray. Protecting the grumbler. Kinny could smell the pepper and the nausea stench. His eyes watered. A rat made a threat display at Kinny. He ran. He ran back to the bench and picked up a length of rebar. Then he sprinted straight back to the troubles. The rats had surrounded Jazz and the grumbler. They hesitated as Kinny approached at a full sprint. Cookie took over. "Wah-hoo!" she yelled, smacking a rat squarely on its nose. "Finally! Some action in this world." She used the rebar as a quarter-staff. She thumped a few rats on the head, gouged one in the eye. Broke a leg of another. Jazz attacked with combat spray. The biggest, meanest rat made a threat display at Jazz when she sprayed it in the face. Cookie whacked that rat in the nuts. A solid hit. It squealed and turned around. Hissed. It started raining on them from the girders above. Rat urine. Warm, salty, foul. Kinny got hit from two directions. Like garden hoses of piss. He roared. Such as he could, with Anabelle's voice. The rats answered with squeals that sounded like "Scree!" One rat directed a stream of urine directly into Kinny's mouth. Cookie spit urine back at the same rat. She said, "This is not a combat rape game, is it?" Jazz laughed. Two humans and a grumbler backed away to the light. They backed up the stairwell, still facing rats. Jazz said, "Please tell me you got that on Mem2." "I'll check later." "My specs went dead." "Mine, too." The rats made one last rush at them. Jazz used her lighter to make an improvised flamethrower from combat spray. That stopped the rat attack. They got out into the light, into the center of the financial district just in time for rush hour. Kinny made Cookie drop the rebar in a flowerbed by the stairwell. "Can't carry a weapon here, Cooks." Cookie said, "That's no fun." "Aww, ick," Jazz said. "It's in my hair. In my bra." "It's in my everything," Kinny said. "Why did they piss into my cleavage?" "Be happy they didn't pee in your mouth." No cabbie would pick them up. The grumbler would not leave them. Even the CitiBike dispenser would not accept their coin. "Well this sucks," Jazz said. "Achievement unlocked - Walk of Shame." Cookie pumped her fist. Kinny's fist. "Victory points awarded." "We escaped," Jazz said. "We were not victorious. C'mon. We're walking." Kinny suggested, "Let's go by the cemetery." "Whatever for?" "Trust me. Lao Fan. Not the Unitarian cemetery." "Righty-o." Jazz put her specs on. "They're working again." "Mine, too." They got there, sat on the bench that Kinny found in an out-of-the-way cubby. He picked up a nursing pad from the lawn and dropped it in a trash bin by a mausoleum. Jazz said, "I wonder if the nuns will let us use the bath." Kinny laughed. "Shit." "Piss, actually." "Why are we here?" Kinny stood. "Sorry. Didn't pan out." He tapped his specs. "Casa de Pomo, please." "What the fuck," Jazz said. "I know the dishwasher." They walked. A large man at the door wouldn't let them in, not in the condition they were in, and not with a bot. Kinny said, "Jorry, Jorry Gandermoon. Is he working?" "He's not for rent." "I'm not renting him. I'm calling in favors." "The service entrance." The man nodded towards the alley. Jorry sneezed when he came outside. "Fa. That's a new kink." Kinny smiled. "Had a bit of trouble underground. Combat rats. Their eating the biomechs." "That is their function." "You like hunting." Jorry's eyes glittered. "Many rats?" Kinny passed him a reel from his Mem2. "I will call a hunt. Come in. Clean up." "Yes, thank you." "The bot stays out. No recording devices." "The bot is wounded." "I will lose my job." Jazz said, "My apartment is not far. We'll wash up there." Jorry nodded. He shut the door. On the way out, Jazz asked, "Who the hell and why the hell?" "Jorry. He's a hunter. Knows other hunters. You should meet his ex. Makes Jorry look like a puppy dog." "Is he gay?" "I'm a bit confused on the gay slash not gay thing. You should probably ask Jorry." "He works at a gay brothel." "They have women. Some of them were even born female. Maybe." "And you know this how?" "I used to work there. Housekeeping. Dishwashing. Home fab tech." ******** "This is Herbie." Jazz scratched a houseplant under one of its tulips. She kissed it. It kissed her back with several tulips. "It's a kissing bush." The plant wrapped several fronds around Jazz's hand. It licked her hand. She checked its spittoon. "Looks like it ate a mouse." Kinny said, "It's big enough to eat a cat. Are those thorns?" "Claws. They retract. Almost time to repot him. I have this one trained. Besides kissing me, it eats all the roaches in this apartment and spits in the spittoon." She looked around. Picked up another mouse pellet from the carpet and put it in the spittoon. "We had a bedbug problem. Gone." She reached into the cupboard. She pulled out a cereal box. She opened the seal and shook a few roaches into the pot. The plant snapped them up - some of them before they landed in the pot. "I have to buy these from the pet store." The grumbler touched Jazz's leg. "Lapweed. Gets big." It pointed to the plant. Jazz said, "The nursery said it's a kissing bush. It won't get much bigger than this." "Lapweed. Big." Jazz pushed Kinny into the washroom. "Shower. Both of you." She nudged the grumbler onto the tiled floor. "You stink. Wash your clothes, too. We'll wash them again in the machines downstairs." "What about you?" "I have calls to make. After-action report. Paperwork." She grabbed a towel to sit on. "Can I have the same Mem2 reel you passed to the big scary hunter?" Kinny passed the reel to her specs. Jazz took a shower after Kinny. It was a small apartment. There really wasn't much to do. Kinny didn't want to root through her stuff. He sat by Herbie, wrapped in a towel. The grumbler curled up under the table. Herbie groomed Kinny's hair. It nibbled on his ear. Kissed his cheek with a tulip. "It's licking the moisture off you," Cookie said. "If you get closer it will get friendly." "Friendly in what way?" "Milk. Vaginal juices." "If I had a vagina." "You have one. I can feel it twitch." "The monsters might be different in my world and yours." "Ah, so now you admit. There are monsters." "That's Jazz's claim - no monsters. I've always known there were monsters. My father was one of them." ******** When Jazz got out of the shower, she led Kinny to the bed. They had sex. While they were at it, Herbie played with Kinny's hair. It reached for his boobs. Kinny kept his distance from the plant. As much as he could. ******** Afterwards, they did laundry in the machines downstairs. Kinny wore Jazz's workout clothes. He was surprised that the panties fit. Even more surprised when the shorts fit. His butt almost matched Jazz's now. He still couldn't fit in her bras, though. He could go swimming in those. Jazz was almost as big as mindwipe tech had been. Lateritia? Lats. That's what they called her. Kinny went bra-less. He stained Jazz's workout shirt with milk as they did laundry. "I gotta get home," Kinny said. "Milk these monsters." He waggled his tits at Jazz. "You could feed Herbie. Joi does that sometimes." "I'll keep it in mind. If I need a Plan B." "Is that a rat bite?" Kinny looked back at his leg. "No. Cut myself on something down there. Ruined a good set of stay-ups." "You should get that looked at." "I washed it. Soap and water." "Your hands are bleeding, too." "Rebar. I smacked those rats hard. I washed. I'll be fine." "Joi is pressuring me to hook up with you." Kinny nodded. 'Like permanently. Instead of her." Kinny nodded again. "She doesn't think she can love." "She's been hurt." "I'm not abandoning that woman." "Wouldn't want you to." "How do you feel about a long-term girl on girl relationship?" "Not a girl yet." Jazz grinned. "I noticed. What are you doing for birth control?" "My implants failed. I'm fertile. The doc says to come in. Discuss options. After I transition." "Are you having sex? Besides, you know, with Joi and me?" "Some. Oral sex. Anal." "Why?" Kinny sighed. "Like you said. It beats being raped." "The college offers self-defense courses. I know the professor." "I noticed that combat spray doesn't work." "Not on a determined attacker." "I whacked that rat in the nuts. He barely noticed." "I think you killed one of them. Injured others. I saw them limping away. Notice that the alpha didn't follow us. There were only six rats in the stairwell." Kinny stood a bit straighter. "Seismic. Thought I'd have to turn in my man card. Or get a refund." "How do you feel about having sex for money?" "I've done it. Didn't enjoy it." "I need a new body for the honey trap. All my other girls are burned." "What do you mean, burned?" "Outed. Tattletale sites. It's the most distasteful part of my job. Enticing men for sex as part of divorce proceedings." "That doesn't sound fair." "Most of the men deserve it. Few don't. Think about it - by the time someone hires us to investigate her husband.... He's had more than a few dalliances." "Unless she's an evil cunt. Or there's money involved." "There's always money involved. Cash up front. I can't remember the last time we did a pro bono. We do try to screen against psycho beechnuts." "Do I need a SWID?" "Yes." "I'll think about it." "The pay is good. But it's a soul-sucking job. Eventually you will have to find other employment. Because of the tattletale sites." ******** Kinny took a Citi bike to the Two Debs building. He took his own bike home. On the way there, Mrs. Mac flagged him down. "Good afternoon, Chastity." "How do." "I saw what you gave to Linda. What were those, may I ask?" "I'm tempted to tell you to mind your own business." She smiled. "Can I have some?" Kinny goggled at Mrs. McCarthy. "They're available in any drug store. You can also make them in a home fab." "I don't have a fabricator. And I'm not getting whore tickets from a druggist. People talk. You wouldn't believe the things I hear." Kinny handed her four test strips. "I don't have any condoms." He did, but they all had holes at the tip. "At my age, I don't need them. Thank you." "If I become your regular supplier for whore tickets, I'm going to charge for them." "The first one's always free, though." She winked. "Knock 'em in, Mrs. Mac." "I always do." She cackled and pat Kinny on the shoulder. "I always do." ******** Kinny had just dropped his bike in the yard when he got a call on his specs. Brennan. Kinny considered blocking the call, but he answered instead. "What do you want?" "I told you someone would pay. You didn't visit the Green-Eyed Frog." "It's not on my list." Actually, yes it was, but he wasn't about to tell Brennan that. "If you want your girl, come get her. Room thirteen. Unless you want me to keep her." Brennan laughed. "Twenty minutes." He hung up. Kinny considered. Joi's bike? His mom's car? Grrr. He didn't know where the keys were for the bike and his mom wasn't home yet. Roy's truck, however.... "Bad Kinny, bad. This is a really bad idea." He rang the doorbell on his mom's house. There was no way he was going inside with that man. Roy answered the door. "I need a ride. Quick. No questions, okay? Just drive." "Princess?" "Ya." "Where to?" Roy shut the door behind him. They got into his truck. "The Dewdrop Inn. By Club 69. Jidu and Tau, I hope it's the Dewdrop. I only have twenty minutes." Roy nodded. "Trouble?" "Ya." "What kind of trouble?" "I don't know yet." On the way there, Roy put his hand on Kinny's knee. "So. Whatcha doin' on Halloween?" Kinny looked at Roy. He looked at Roy's hand. Roy removed his hand. "Oh. I forgot. No questions. Forget I asked, okay? But, serious, whatcha' doing this weekend? Linda has a remote." Kinny shut his eyes. "Roy?" "Just saying. Offer still stands, if you need an IUD." He reached into Kinny's purse, pulled out a condom. "I'll even wear one of these." ******** "Can't you drive any faster?" "Rush hour, Princess." "Put it in autodrive. You'll get there faster." "Not happening." He smiled. "You what Linda does to make me put it in autodrive?" He motioned to his zipper. Kinny growled. It sounded silly in his Anabelle voice. His specs buzzed. Brennan. "You're late, Debbie." "It's rush hour, Brennan." "I'm feeling expansive. That's a word the mindwipe tech taught me. Expansive. I'll give you another twenty minutes. If." "This is blackmail." Brennan laughed. "Such a nasty word. Fine concept, though. I don't deal in coin. I trade favors. I'm going to call. You're going to perform. Do that, every time, and we'll be square." "What kind of favors?" "Anything I want, Sugar Pocket." "I don't have a SWID." "That's so cute. Do you think you're getting paid for this, Debbie? I love dykes. It's not like I can sour you on your views of man-kine." "Wait." "I'm listening." "Room thirteen? At the Dewdrop Inn?" "Where else would it be? Green-Eyed Frogs? It's the Dewdrop. Don't make me wait." He hung up. Kinny looked over. "Roy, put it in autodrive. Get there as fast as traffic will allow." Roy shifted to autodrive. "Brennan. I know that name." "He's my father. He's also a mindwipe. Doesn't seem like it helped." "Your father. You're Kinny?" Kinny sighed. He nodded. "Your father did this to you?" "As much as I would like to blame him for it, I did this to myself. Mostly." If his father hadn't given him PTSD, he might not have made the series of stupid decisions that got him here. But.... Maybe not. It was Kinny's experience that avoiding life lessons only made them repeat. "You're Linda's boy." "I was." No need to go into technicalities. "Okay. I'll stop pressuring you for a threesome. With your mom." Kinny looked at Roy, amazed. "Glad to see there is a line you won't cross." "Does Clyde know?" "I'm being blackmailed for Joi's safety. Let me think." "You want me to keep quiet? About your changes?" "Yes. What? What the fuck? Stow it. We're here. Do you see a sociopathic asshole anywhere? Run him over." Kinny got out of the truck. He ran to Room 13. The door was ajar. Kinny looked around quickly. Then he looked inside. He could see in the room. He could see behind the door. Nobody here but Joi. Except that the bathroom door was shut. So was the closet. "Oh, fuck. Joi." She was tied to the bed, spread on her back. Blindfolded. Gagged. Naked. Shivering. The heat was on but the room was cold. Because the door was open. "I'm here; I'm here," Kinny said. "Let me get you loose." Kinny examined her bonds. Handcuffs. Four of them. Taped to the bed with gecko wrap. No key in sight. He had a key for handcuffs but it was back at the house. Someplace. The other bed was in disarray. It had obviously seen use. Handcuffs and gecko wrap. A bra, too big for Joi. A high-cut Rio, too small for her. Kinny released the blindfold. He released the gag. Joi looked around, a wild look in her eyes. "Bo, run. It's not safe." "I bought your freedom," Kinny said through gritted teeth. He pulled at the gecko wrap. Tried to figure out which way he should roll it. Joi stiffened up. She tried to shrink away. Kinny looked behind him. He jumped when he saw a man enter the room. His heart hammered. "Roy, get the fuck out of here." "Did you check the doors, girlie?" Roy checked the closet. He checked the washroom. He flipped the shower curtain back. "Okay. You're safe. Don't ever forget to check your environment. You don't want to be the next victim." He pulled a large folding knife from his pocket. Joi tried to scream. Nothing came out except a gurgle. She tried to pull away. Roy poised over the bed. He saw Joi's reaction. He folded the knife and handed it to Kinny. "I'll be in the truck. Cut her loose." As soon as Kinny cut her arms loose, Joi grabbed and held Kinny. She cried. And cried. Sobbed hysterically. He could barely understand the words. "I didn't want to care. I didn't want to feel. I hate having feelings. Fuck! He threatened you. He threatened Jazz. He threatened the mindwipe tech. And if he ever finds your mom...." Joi shuddered. "I hate myself. I love her. I love Jazz. I can't let them do that to her. They take everything away that I love. It's not fair." Kinny pat her hair. He wrapped her with a sheet from the bed. It was heavily soiled but he didn't think that mattered much. Kinny said. "I have to cut your feet loose, Joi. Let go." Joi shook her head. "If we have to run...." She looked up in panic. She let Kinny go. He cut her loose. She held on to him again. "Should I call the police?" "No. No police. Two of them were here. They took turns with me." Kinny sighed. "Brennan." She shook and cried some more. "I know. I know." "He's worse than before. His mindwipe tech. She was here. They did everything to her they did to me." "They raped her, too?" "They didn't rape anybody. They paid. For all of it. Put it on my SWID." "Where's your purse?" "Oh, fuck. The cops took it. Said they were confiscating my SWID. Because I was out of the city limits." She shook. "Said I was lucky that's all they did." A woman showed up at the door. "Excuse me, but checkout was at one." She looked around. "Someone will pay for this room. I heard mention of a SWID. Where is it?" "They stole it. They stole her purse. They stole her clothes." The woman shook her head. "If I don't report you, it's my license. There were two women here. You the other girl?" "No. I'm her ride to safety." "I need a SWID. Or I'm calling the cops." Kinny reached into his purse. He handed the woman the SWID he'd tried to turn in at Department of Health. She scanned it. "This is expired." "I didn't work the room." "You did now." She flipped the card back to Kinny. "You have ten business days, Ms. Escholtz. To attend a remedial class and update your SWID. Or there will be a warrant for your arrest." "Can I borrow a blanket?" Kinny asked. "You can have it. I'm putting a lien against your government card. You'll be paying for all the linen in this room, the mattresses and maybe the carpet." She looked at the uniform that Kinny wore. "Have a Debbie day." Joi watched her leave. "I think I prefer Brennan." She turned to Kinny. "He's looking for you. He knows he has a son. He's looking for him. He's also looking for your mom. He's very confused about the people living in our houses." "He's not supposed to be able to even...." "The drones - that have been in the neighborhood for weeks. Looking in all the windows? That was Brennan, trying to find a place that he couldn't remember. In that special way that mindwipes can't remember." ******** Kinny walked Joi out to Roy's truck in the rain. When Joi saw Roy in the truck, she visibly recoiled. Roy handed the keys to Kinny. He got out of the truck. "Take that woman home," he said. "I'll walk." Joi grabbed Roy's arm. "You don't have to walk. I'll ride in the back." "The hell you will." "The back seat." "That works." Kinny rode in the back seat with Joi. She curled up against Kinny and cried all the way home. ******** On the way home, Kinny said, "Change of plan, Roy. The Free Clinic." Roy put his turn signal on. "What's up?" "She's bleeding." They separated the three of them at the clinic. Kinny got spray-on stitches for his leg. He looked at the label - Liquid Robot. It looked like moleskin. The PA disinfected Kinny's hands and other cuts that he didn't know that he had. She allowed him to express milk into the sink. Darleen gave him shots for venereal moles and prophylactic shots for other STDs. A tetanus booster. She gave him a vax patch for leptospirosis and one for Hanta virus. She encouraged him to tell Jazz to come in for the same. Soonest. Rat urine. "Do you have keys for those handcuffs?" "Yeah. Somewhere. Those aren't my handcuffs." "Yet you have keys for them." "It's a universal key." Kinny used to keep the key behind his barrette but the trainers wouldn't allow that now. "She can't go in the MRI with those cuffs on. I am reluctant to call the police and ask for a key." "I'll go home and look. It will take a few minutes." "We're open all night." "I'll pick up some clothes for Joi while I'm at it." Darleen nodded. Kinny found Roy in the waiting room. "Let's go." "You're leaving her?" "I getting things for her. Clothes. Stuff." Roy drove Kinny to Joi's house. He walked Kinny to the door. "This is where we part company." Kinny unlocked the door. "You're not going in that house alone." Kinny groaned. As soon as he was in the house - before the door was even shut - Kinny started pulling off clothes. Roy watched with amusement. "These are dirty. Again." He didn't want to explain that had no control. Clothes came off when his trainers told him so. Roy glanced down at Kinny's panties. "Yeah. I'm still a boy. For another week or so. I already have a full set of girl stuff underneath. My man parts will fall off soon." "That explains a lot. How are you and Clyde...." Kinny tossed his clothes in the basket by the crib. He picked it up. And froze. Roy came up behind him, all touchy-feely. Feeling up Kinny's boobs and kissing his neck. After a moment, Roy looked up. "What's wrong?" Joi's purse was on her bed. There were clothes set out on the same bed. Joi's clothes. Working clothes. They'd been laundered and ironed. Joi's dildo was out. It was still wet from use. Kinny said, "Someone's in this house. Or was." He nodded to the purse. "Those are the clothes she was wearing last night. That's her purse." Roy walked quietly into Joi's bedroom. He checked the closets. He checked the washroom. He checked under the bed. He opened Joi's panty drawer. "The bad guys are not hiding there," Kinny said. Roy grinned. He sat on Joi's bed and pat the bed. He pointed to the dildo. "No. Check upstairs. I'll check the basement." "Is that wise?" "My bedroom is on the left as you go upstairs. Panty drawer is the middle one. Don't play with the dildo. It's biomechanical and may bite you. Check the attic, too. Please. There's access in the closet of each bedroom." They checked the kitchen together. And the pantry. Then Kinny sent Roy upstairs. Roy kissed Kinny 'for luck.' He squeezed Kinny's boob for other purposes. Kinny took his purse and his uniform downstairs. No bad guys in the movie set. He tossed the Debbie clothes into the washing machine. This was their third washing today. Maybe he should make another set? Kinny opened the doors to the safe room. He pulled items from his purse. Handcuffs. Gecko wrap. A bra and a high-cut Rio. He now knew that he wasn't allowed to wash these clothes. Until he'd earned the right. He couldn't wear the bra, anyway. "I'm never going to get that large." He found clothes that he could wear. That the trainers would allow him to wear. He wore Lateritia's hi-cut Rio. He wore Rachel's bra. He wore Tasanee's Bar and Gril shirt. Carlyle's stay-ups. Marion's stripper shoes. He'd been immersed in their stories. He knew the names and games they played. He knew their stage names. He knew what tripped their triggers. He'd only been through highlights of six porn mags. He had twenty-two more to review. And all of them to play, front to back, in one sitting. There wasn't anything in the dresser drawers to cover Kinny's arse. The t-shirt was long enough to cover if Kinny moved carefully. He left the safe room. Walked upstairs with his purse. The handcuff key was on the key tree by the refrigerator. He put it in the clip of his barrette. Kinny gathered clothes for Joi. He ignored the clothes she'd been wearing. Except for the cling microskirt. That would fit Kinny. The trainers let him wear it. He checked Joi's purse. It looked like everything was still there. Money. Cards. SWID. "Brennan you're a murderer, a pedo and a slaver but apparently you're not a thief. Thank you." Kinny saluted in the general direction of downtown. Kinny went upstairs. He found Roy sitting on Anabelle's bed, watching the game on her workstation. The adhesive bandage had fallen from the camera again. Roy asked, "This is your bedroom? That's the game you get paid to play?" "Yes, and yes. Did you check the rest of the house or did you just fiddle with my panties and watch combat rape porn?" "She's working the brothel." That would explain the sensations. Kinny barely noticed them now, but they were ever-present. Kinny pointed to the camera. "You're on camera. Live." He checked his viewership. It was higher than it ever had been. "Ba. Sorry folks, we don't have time for sex on camera." Roy said, "Today." "Give me a lift, boyfriend. I should look in the attic." Kinny allowed Roy to lift him. Roy lifted him by the waist. Then he shifted, one hand on Kinny's bottom. One hand just under his boobs. Kinny looked around. Nobody in the attic. Boxes, suitcases, some other stuff. He looked across the gap. More stuff in the attic above Marion's room, but no people. "Okay. Down. Thank you. Let's blow this bubblegum joint." Roy followed Kinny out of the bedroom. "You can blow more than that." Kinny checked the washroom and the shower. "You know I'm a boy, right?" "You fuck like a girl. You'll be a girl, soon. I want in on the ground game." "You want to pop my cherry." "Is that a bad thing? Also, you give a great blowie." "Well. Thanks. I suppose." He checked Joi's working bedroom. Kinny moved past Roy. "No," he said, and shut the door. "Not this bedroom. Not for you. There are cameras in there, too." He shinnied across the promenade catwalk and skipped down the steps. He was getting used to moving about in perilously high heels. Kinny grabbed the diaper bag. No telling how long he'd be in the waiting room. He picked up Joi's gym bag and both purses. "Let's go." "A little boom boom?" Roy pulled Kinny in for a kiss and a feel. "She's at the clinic. Waiting for an MRI. She can't have one until I give her a key to those handcuffs." "Handcuffs? I'd forgotten about those. You have a key?" Kinny growled. "Go." He pushed Roy out the door. ******** Joi laughed until she cried. The blood? She'd just started her period. No MRI required. She accepted the clothes, though, and eyed Kinny's outfit critically. "The bra doesn't match the stay-ups." "It doesn't match the Rio, either. I just threw on whatever ... was in ... I threw on what I could." She mussed Kinny's hair. "Still a boy, I see." "I'll learn to girl on a night when I'm not killing rats and rescuing maidens." Kinny pulled out his insurance card and his bank card. He paid the copay for the care he'd received. The Escholtz SWID fell out of his purse into the bin. The PA took it and swiped it. "What are you doing?" "Updating your medical. You're good to go, except for an IUD." Roy pushed his bank card under the window. "I'll pay for the IUD. Anything she needs. Do you have one with an implant?" Darleen looked at Kinny. Kinny wanted to say no. He wanted to scream. He couldn't find his voice. Instead he shrugged and nodded. He received a reward jolt for compliance. Even though he was certain it was forced compliance. ******** Kinny used the milkers on both boobs as Roy drove them home. He collected it in bottles. When he ran out of bottles, he used mylar bags. Joi helped. Then she took the same milkers and emptied her own breasts. "He's seen them," she said. "At the club and in the Dewdrop." Roy said, "They are nice." "Glad you approve." Joi made Roy park in Linda's driveway. "We're not having a threesome, Roy," she said as she pulled the diaper bag and her purse from his truck. "I just had ten hours of sex. On camera. I'm taking a bath. Then I'm going to bed." Kinny followed Joi to the door. "No," she said to Kinny. "I ... I can't. No. Maybe tomorrow?" She kissed him. "Sleep in your own bed." "Someone's been in your house. They returned your purse and your clothes." Joi nodded. "I'll change the locks again." ******** Sex with Roy was better than the last time. He was now unconcerned that Roy might see his man bits. Kinny wanted to change the sheets on his mom's bed after sex. Roy wouldn't let him. Roy pulled Kinny to him and held him tightly. Soon, Roy was snoring. Detumesce wasn't effective. Kinny's penis twitched, leaking and fully erect. After a while, it hurt. Kinny fell asleep like that. At quarter to ten, Kinny heard Joi's bike fire up. He glanced out the window. Joi was going to work. Kinny blew her a kiss. He hit Detumesce and was grateful that it worked this time. He went back to sleep.