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8PHE0034 word count 5058 ******** Day 34, Sunday Chastity woke up in a mess of blood and other fluids. Ugh. She'd forgotten. The comforter was probably ruined. She pulled all the mess into the big room of the basement. She scrubbed clothes and towels and sheets with prewash in the deep sink. And set them to soak in the other half of the deep sink. She let the comforter soak, too. She'd wash it, send it out for professional cleaning if the stains didn't wash out. She pulled her uniform from the washer. Tossed it in the dryer. Then the first load of blood-soaked laundry went into the wash. She stood there, naked except for her Coeleb glasses, cold and shivering. She thought about the sex last night. Sex with Brennan. It was available for replay on Mem2. That almost brought hysterical laughter. Chastity canceled the order for replay with a flick of her eye. She watched as the memory got folded away, split and added to the bloopers and highlights reels. She felt a presence that she knew was commentary, critiquing her performance and making helpful comments. Replay repackaged in another way and trying to squirm in through a back door. The fuck she would. No. She tamped that memory down, back into its hole. Everything in its place, a place for everything. She pulled the remains of her penis and scrotum from the tentacle dildo. It didn't look like much without any blood in it. She tossed the bloody remains into the recycle intended for kitchen waste and bloody tampons. She washed the dildo. It curled in her hand, reminding her that it was still alive, still friendly. Unlike that useless bit of scrap that had been inside it. She set it aside and washed all the other toys they'd used on each other yesterday. Before it all came apart. Before she'd fucked.... She didn't want to think about that. The less she thought about Brennan, the better. Chastity tested herself for STDs. She was relieved when it turned up negative. She did yoga while she waited for the wash to cycle. She called up the instructional trainer and 'danced' on the stripper pole. She discovered that she should wear panties on that pole. She masturbated with the tentacle dildo, wondering what kind of sick bastard put this idea in the programs running her wraiths. When she came, the dildo came too. She could feel it throb in her hand. It squirted inside her - the last of her very own semen. She touched her tongue to it to be certain. Yuh. Semen. She cleaned the outside and flipped it inside out - and washed it again. Chastity left it that way in the dish drain. Let it suffer. She knew it would eventually right itself, everting to normal presentation. She wondered what it fed on. It never needed fuel. Jazz had wondered aloud if it was the tip of a much larger monster - a piece of an extra-dimensional being. Jazz had been smoking her prescription herb at the time. Chastity scrubbed the mattress in the safe room and flipped it. She took a shower and used Tasanee's shampoo. She saw a child staring in the window. A boy. It wasn't even light outside. What was a child doing wandering around the neighborhood? Peeking in windows. Obviously. Chastity couldn't distinguish loud thoughts from voices. It didn't help that her trainers all spoke to her with different levels of urgency - of loudness. It also didn't help that some of them seemed to anticipate her thoughts - or listen to them. There was this constant, ongoing dialogue. Random thoughts, images, answers, arguments, conversations. Helpful suggestions. Not-so-helpful ones. Music. She covered up and told the child to go. She suspected that he couldn't hear her but body language and gestures added meaning to her command. He left. "House. How do I opaque these windows?" "Administrator privileges required." "Joi is the only person who can opaque them?" "Administrator privileges required." "I'm getting curtains. Or masking tape." ******** Chastity was dressed in workout clothes when Joi came home. Breakfast was waiting. Pancakes - Jazz's recipe. Box mix with fruit. Mystery meat. Bicerin. Joi hugged Chastity and smiled. They kissed. Joi tasted of whiskey and semen. She sat down and ate breakfast. "You made bicerin." "It's not as good as yours. I got the recipe from Debbie's." "I could get sweet on you." Chastity smiled. "Jazz told me about the blessed event." Chastity nodded. "Wanna play?" They sat in silence while that request echoed around the room. "Yeah," Joi said. "Can I shower first?" "I'll wash your hair." Joi smiled. They had sex on Joi's privacy bed. Joi didn't object when Chastity went down on her. Joi returned the favor. Then they played with boobs and vibrators, getting milk everywhere. Joi avoided sticking the vibrator into Chastity until she took the thing and put it in herself. Afterwards, Joi said, "I need another shower." "Me, too." In the shower, Joi said, "I popped your cherry." Chastity kissed her. She smiled. "You popped it yourself. But I provided incentive. Did it hurt?" "I was well-lubricated." And she had been. The memory played back in Replay. Grabbing her hair. Positioning. The thrust inside. Pressure, burning, and then a flood of warmth. Chastity sighed. She spoke to her trainers on the internal circuit. 'I'll play it later. Stop playing random snippets.' A new quest. Replay, 'Daddy Pops My Cherry.' Chastity approved the quest. Joi and Chastity went outside in gym clothes. It was bitterly cold today. They stopped at Linda's house. Joi said, "You get her." "Nah. You get her. That man wants to pop my cherry. He also wants a threesome." "I'm not fucking Roy. Not for free." "He wants a threesome with me and my mom. I think he would settle for you and me. How much do you charge?" "More than you can afford." "More than Roy can afford?" "Call her on your specs. Tell her to come outside." Linda opened the door. "Quiet voices, girls. The neighbors are awake." She glanced over towards Mrs. Mac's house. ******** Chastity did laps in the pool while Linda and Joi ran on treadmills. For the first time ever, Chastity didn't feel self-conscious while taking a shower before the swim. When she finished her laps, she did wind sprints on the mountain-climber. Then they all worked on Chest. They celebrated with squirmy probiotic drinks at the juice bar. "Your supervisor tells me you have an announcement. Congratulations?" Linda lifted a shot of fitness drink. "All me, all very sensitive." Chastity toasted with her fitness drink. She downed it like a shot. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime." "Not here. They crowd-source the security here." Linda nodded. "What's it look like?" "I dunno. Girlfriend?" Chastity nodded to Joi. "Oh, don't give me that," Linda said. "I know you looked at it." Chastity smiled. "It's all foldy and stuff. Blue and brown and pink. Hairy." Linda chuckled. "I got a name change. Legal and everything. I gotta go down to DMV tomorrow. Get a new license." "There's also insurance cards, bank accounts, the W-9 at your places of employment, a whole list." "Whoa." "Carry your original documents, like forever, and keep a certified copy in your tax receipts, a photo album, your bible. Someplace you can find it. You'll also need your original birth certificate." Chastity tapped her specs. That bit of conversation went to her secretary. Linda said, "Text me your new name. I should know these things." Chastity sent a text to her mom, and also to Joi. Linda said, "Interesting middle name." Chastity said, "I was going to poach this woman's name, or the other girl in my life. Mmn, I didn't want to come across as needy or creepy or clingy." "Aww," Joi said. "It would have been sweet." Linda said, "My grandmother had the name you chose for a middle name." "Ah. I chose well then." Joi said, "Where did the first name come from?" Chastity and Linda both said it at the same time. "Two Dogs Fucking." "What?" Joi looked confused. Linda touched her arm. "Inside joke. I'll explain it later." They ran home in the icy cold. Linda didn't need to be coaxed to sprint. Linda stopped at her driveway. "I'll be gone all day. I got a hot date." "Roy says it's a remote." "It is." Linda smiled. "At the ski resort. Got a date with the slopes." She pumped her arm. "Break a leg?" Chastity said. "That's for actors. Not for ski bunnies." Bunny. Chastity tamped that replay down, too. Joi said, "I gotta get some shut-eye." She stretched and yawned. Chastity said, "Laundry. Log on to the game, I guess." Linda said, "You could spend the day with Roy." She nodded to his truck. "Um. No?" "Did you paint my house?" "I put some sealant in the basement." "The whole house smells of paint." "I did the same for Joi's house." "Thank you." Linda kissed Chastity on the forehead. ******** While the comforter tumbled in the washing machine, Chastity left Joi's house. She snuck into her mom's house. Roy wasn't awake yet. No chug from the percolator, no smell of coffee or cologne. She breathed a sigh of relief. Chastity snuck down into the basement. The paint can and rollers were dry now. Chastity snuck outside and put both items into the city waste and recovery bin. She turned around and almost bumped into Roy. He said, "What went in the trash, Princess?" "Paint can. Roller. It's dry. The city will take it now." "Today's your day off?" "Yuh." "What time's your girl wake up?" "Two-ish." He smiled. "Grab your skimpiest bikini. We're going to the lake." "In this weather? Are you starkers?" "I have a cabin with a fireplace and a hot tub. And lots of privacy. Not a request, Princess. Move your wiggly butt. If you want to be back before your girl wakes up." "Um." "Never mind. Get in the truck. I can fab you a bikini at the cabin." "My purse?" "What's in your purse that you need?" "Test strips." "Linda tested me this morning. High and low. Let's go." They didn't need a bikini at the cabin. They fucked on the couch. They fucked in the bed. And they fucked in the hot tub. Afterwards, Roy presented Chastity with a three-piece swim set that barely covered anything. He watched while she shaved. Then he fit her into the swim set - pasties for her nipples, and the equivalent down below. "Barely legal," he said, snapping pictures on his specs. They drove back. Roy was in a happy mood. He even put the truck in autodrive without prompting. "Not every day I get to pop a girl's cherry. Especially one as pretty as you." Chastity smiled politely. Chastity had lunch in the truck wearing that swim set and one of Roy's flannel shirts that didn't have any buttons. Except for the boots on her feet, her clothes were in a leather backpack. It smelled of Roy. She didn't know what to do with the wrappers from fast food. She put them in the cup holder. Fidgeted around a bit. It was drafty in this truck. Cold. "Sore?" Roy asked. "I'm okay." "What's with the teeth?" Roy said, nodding to the backpack. "You looked inside the leather pouch?" "Yeah." "Those are trophies. I killed four war rats." "No, seriously, what's with the teeth?" "Friends gave them to me. Serious, what do you with something like that? I wear them around my neck. It's an odd gift, but it's mine." "War rats, huh? You dating a soldier?" "I'm not dating anyone. Joi says she'll do a threesome if you pay for it." "I'm not paying for sod-all." He glanced over to Chastity. "You up for a girl-on-girl? While I watch?" "If she's clean - and doesn't mind being tested." Roy smiled. "Two guys and one girl?" "Same." He clapped a hand on her knee. "Princess, I gotta say. I'm getting my money's worth with you." Chastity smiled grimly. She got the same reward jolt for this smile as for the others. ******** Roy dropped Chastity off street-side of Linda's house with her new leather backpack and a promise for repeat performances. Chastity gathered her flannel shirt with one hand against the rain. She entered Joi's house through the front door. Joi had dumped milk-stained sheets in the living room. Chastity took them downstairs. She cycled laundry through the machines. She made the bed in the safe room. Chastity laid back. She spread her legs, grabbed hold of the gecko wrap for her arms. She played a replay of the moments just before and after her dick came off. She basked in the afterglow of several orgasms. Then she consented to a replay of sex with Brennan. It was just as disturbing in replay as it had been at the time. She time-compressed it and played it again. And again. The orgasms came easier now. They were less ... invasive? Shameful? No, they were just as shameful. But it was less ... troublesome. Somehow. A call came in from Brennan. Chastity answered. "Kind of busy now." "Who are you busy with?" "You. I'm replaying sex with you on my rig. Listening to the critique of twenty-eight sex trainers." She smiled. Most of the critiques were on his performance, not hers. He could have done this to gain control. He could have done that. Etc. "Always room for improvement, Princess." "You know my name now." "I hear things. Get your tits down here." "It's raining, Brennan." "I'll send a car." Chastity dressed in clothes that were sexy but more or less disposable. A bra that was too tight. Stay-ups that had small holes in them. A skirt and a blouse that were getting tight. Her Trapper boots. She could run in those. She left a message on Joi's specs. "I'm with Brennan, paying a second installment for your freedom. If I disappear ... the police are straight out, aren't they? Tell Tick Tick to start with Brennan." A taxicab arrived on the street by Linda's house - a fully automated autocar. Chastity climbed in. "Where, to, Miss?" "No clue, car. I got a call. He said there would be a ride." The car moved along. "Destination, Green-Eyed Frogs." Chastity watched the world go by. She opened her internal circuit. "Cooks, you up for this?" Cookie answered, "Are you?" Chastity shook her head. "I'm trying not to cry." "A save point would be handy, wouldn't it?" Chastity laughed, a short bark of laughter. She smiled. "I'm starting to see why you say what you say about your world. Think I like mine better." The autocab dropped Chastity by the front entrance. It was locked. Open four to four. Chastity tried the back entrance. She had to walk past that mattress in the rain. If it was the same mattress, it wouldn't last long out in the weather. It was already coming apart. Chastity had eighty-seven hours of memories on that mattress - not counting blooper reels and outtakes. She hesitated before trying the door. She could get dead - or worse, wish she was dead. But if she didn't play today, Brennan would kidnap one or all of them. Nothing prevented Brennan from doing it anyway. "Cooks, mindwipe is starting to look good. Look for a way to kill this sister-fucker. It has to be certain. I don't want to miss." "You know, you're leaving evidence for the guard to find." "Do I care?" "I care. I don't exist without you." "Not proven." The back door to Green-Eyed Frogs was unlocked. Chastity went inside. She hung her rain gear on a hook next to someone's rain hat. Kitchen, recycler, walk-in refrigerator. An old industrial fab that looked in poor repair. Chastity walked towards conversation. Stairs up, stairs down. Some doors. The back room, with booths and a small stage with a stripper bar. The main room. Three stages with stripper poles. Chairs, tables, booths. A mirrored door that might hide a bouncer or a small security bot. Curtains to the main door. It smelled of stale beer with faint overtones of vomit. Brennan was here with two men and a woman. He smiled when he saw Chastity. "Sit, sit. Would you like a beer? Something stronger?" Chastity pulled a chair over. She straddled it, facing the table. "I'm here." She nodded to the woman. "Hi, Marion." Brennan looked surprised. "You know each other?" Marion shook her head. Chastity said, "She probably doesn't remember me. I knew her from school? Maybe?" "How old are you, Princess?" Chastity thought about that. "I recently had brain salad surgery. Some details are fuzzy." Brennan looked skeptical. "Mindwipe?" "I don't think so. Some back alley version of it, maybe. Probably why I came here. It wasn't because I trust you." "You look very much like her. Are you related?" "Not that I know of. The Tuppers, the Bloremans.... You used to blatter on about this whole valley being filled with sheep fuckers and the products of incest." Brennan laughed. "Another memory recovered. Thank you." "I serve to live." "Are you up for a little girl-on-girl?" "If the girl is willing. And clean." "She's willing. Clean? She's not as fastidious as you. Thirty customers a day. Who has time?" "Last night you said I could go home after a blowie but then we ended up fucking. What's really going to happen here?" "I like your attitude. First, you'll make her happy. We'll watch. Then you'll make us happy. Then one of you goes home. The other goes back to thirty customers a day." "Which one goes home?" "You decide." "Sorry, Marion." Marion shrugged. "Someone put a cushion on the stage, ya?" Chastity pulled off her blouse. "I'm not breaking my tailbone for you assholes. Marion, you like oral?" She dropped her skirt. Marion nodded. Chastity pulled six test strips. She used three on Marion. Chastity said, "Bring the penises." Brennan looked amused. "Nobody has sex with me unless he's been tested." Brennan shrugged. He nodded. Chastity tested them all. She gave handsies while she waited. "First, she has syphilis. Nobody here should fuck this woman. He has NGU and warts. I won't fuck him, even with a condom." She washed her hands with a makeup wipe. Brennan said, "You'll fuck who I tell you to fuck. When I tell you to fuck." "Not willingly. Anybody here have paper? A pen? Not smart paper." Chastity accepted bar napkins. "What's your name, honey?" "Waren. One R." Chastity wrote, in the girliest script she could manage: 'Waren. IOU a good time. 0001. Princess.' She put a heart over the i of Princess. She tucked it in his pocket. "Get that shit fixed. Ring me up when the doc says you're not contagious. Brennan has my number." She made another IOU for Marion, serial number 0002. "If it's curable. I won't fuck you if have something incurable. Okay?" She turned to Brennan. "Boys, who's first?" Brennan smiled. "You don't act like a virgin." "Do you know any virgins with a SWID? C'mon. He's slow. You're first." She reached for the man who looked like the bartender. Brennan stopped him. "Go home, Princess." Chastity picked up her blouse and her skirt. "Still looking for your son?" She asked Brennan. He nodded. "Have you found him?" "No." "I know some people who know some people. You willing to provide a swab? For a genetics match?" "Fuck no." "Brennan, you're an ex-offender. Your DNA is on file. But I would need probable cause or a court order. If you provide a sample though, I can run a match-up. Maybe find your boy." Brennan said, "Call me when you're ready to test me." ******** When Chastity got outside in the rain again, her Mem2 rang up a display. 'Quest Complete! Green-Eyed Frogs.' 'A new quest. DNA Sample.' Chastity was afraid to laugh - afraid that she might not stop laughing and would end up in a mental ward. She said, "Do you see that, Cookie?" "I see it." "What do you think?" "I think the trainers are letting you win one, setting you up for a bigger fall. Gambler's payoff." Chastity considered. "That sounds about right." Chastity's specs buzzed. Joi. Chastity answered the call. "Where are you?" Joi asked. "In the rain. Walking home from Green-Eyed Frogs." "I'll be right there. Stay on Seventh. I'll find you." "Okay." "Don't ever do that again." "I can't promise that, Joi." "I will fucking bite you." Chastity smiled. "I like it when you bite." ******** They all sat at Joi's table: Joi, Jazz, Chastity, and Tick Tick. Tick Tick was a retired policeman, small, wiry, scarred - a former bomb squad tech. He'd adopted the name of his biomechanical assistant. In the memory of his biomechanical assistant. Jazz had an endless supply of stories about Tick Tick. Tick Tick said, "What's our goal, folks?" Chastity said, "The man has to have fathered more than one child." "We find him a son and then what?" "I haven't figured that out." "He doesn't seem the type to be eternally grateful." ******** Chastity got a call on her specs. It was Brennan. He said, "I don't trust cops." He hung up. Chastity groaned. "Jazz, call your guy. Tell him I'm coming down." "No, I should go." "The fuck you will. You want Brennan to collect the whole set?" ******** Chastity dropped two centurions to get into the place. But, dressed as she was, the bouncer let her go to the head of the line. The place was hopping, filled to capacity and, knowing Brennan, a bit more. There were women on three stages. It made Club 69 seem like a hillbilly bar. The bartender smiled and nodded toward one end of the bar. Chastity had called it. He was the bartender. She felt a reward spike. For what, she wasn't sure. Maybe the smile. Chastity sat on an empty bar stool next to Tick Tick. Every other seat was taken in this place. But this seat was empty. "Lookin' for some company?" she asked. Tick Tick nodded. He pulled a small white box from his jacket. He finished his drink, touched Chastity on the forehead, and left. The bartender poured five kinds of liquor into a hurricane glass. He put a wedge of delicious monster in the drink. He sprinkled in strawberry cactus berries and crushed miracle fruit. "When you've finished your drink, see the boss in the back." "I can't drink all this." Chastity considered dumping it in the toilet. She looked. There was a line to the ladies room. It was sweet. Alcoholic. Fruity. Chastity drank half of it. She left it on the bar. Chastity padded to the back room. There were two women on the stage here, and customers with women in each booth. The women were in various degrees of nakedness. One woman made eye contact. She nodded toward a door marked Manager. It had a picture of a green-eyed frog on it. Chastity entered Waren's office. It was done in Early Bordello. An ornate desk, a couple of red velvet chairs, a casting couch straight from Bollywood. Screens and monitors with fringe hanging from the borders. Waren swiveled around. "Ah, Princess. Thank you. The doc says I'll be fuckable in a week." He smiled. "Painful, getting those warts removed." The bartender stepped through the other door in Waren's office. He handed Waren a hurricane glass. Waren handed it to Chastity. "You didn't finish your drink." "If I drink that much alcohol I'll pass out." "It occurs to me; that might be the point." Chastity took a sip. "Is Brennan here?" "Upstairs. I'll take you to him. Drink it. Finish it. Good girl." He tipped the glass to Chastity's lips. Some of it dribbled into her cleavage. "I'd offer to lick you clean but I'm sure someone else will make the same offer." He took Chastity by the hand out the door to the back room and up the steps. They stopped on the second floor. A hallway. It looked like an apartment building up here. Smelled like marijuana. There were two large men sitting on chairs by one of the doors. They came to their feet when they saw Waren. They had been playing cards. Waren said, "I think you can figure out which door." He pinched Chastity's backside and went back downstairs. Chastity walked up to the men, unsure about the whole situation. The one by the card table said, "You the new girl?" "I'm here to see Brennan." "Purse." He looked through her purse. "Body search. Hands up." The other man patted her down. He slipped a finger under her underwire, examined the nursing pads and put them back, lifted her skirt and looked at her tanga. Front and back. "You didn't pack anything inside, did you?" Chastity shook her head briefly. The drink was starting to hit her. The lights in the hall looked ... glittery. He dropped her skirt. "Good, cuz I'm not in the mood for that. Boots. Off. Ew," he said as he helped Chastity out of her boots. "You work on a farm, sis?" "Trouble with rats." "Waren sold you these. S'posed to be scentless. Tell him you want a refund." That's where she'd seen Waren before. Pixie shoes. The man had tried looking up her dress as he fitted her for these boots. The guard put Chastity's boots under the card table. "Glasses. No recording devices allowed." He took her glasses; put them on the card table. "Have fun." He opened the door for her. It was a one-bedroom apartment. Comfort room on the left, bedroom on the right. There was a girl on the bed, servicing two guys. Living room/kitchen in the back. Large glass doors, open to a balcony. Blasts of heat came from the heating ducts. Blasts of cold came in through the doors. There were men in that room. All naked. Brennan came out of the washroom. Fully dressed. He smiled and led Chastity to the big room. "Did you drink your medicine?" "You put date-rape drugs in my drink?" "Just something to take the edge off. Deal's off. I don't trust cops." Chastity took in the scene. There was a girl in sling. Naked. Large breasts, long blonde hair. She was getting pounded, doggy-style, by one of the men in the room. Chastity said, "Tick Tick's not a cop." "Don't lie to me." "He's a retired cop. Does that count?" Brennan nodded. He watched the room. "He runs a private investigations something. He knows more about finding people than I do." "A cop's a cop. Put these on. Waren says they're your size." He handed her a pair of stripper shoes. "Strip. I'll give your clothes to the apes outside." Chastity unzipped her skirt and handed it to Brennan. She pulled off her blouse. "Joey, let Lats see her new playmate." Brennan took Chastity's blouse. One of the men prodded the woman to look around. She tossed her hair and turned. When she saw Chastity she smiled. It was a predatory smile. Brennan said, "Tell the young doctor that we were able to return Lateritia to her original altered state. So, I won't be replacing Lats with his girl any time soon." He took Chastity's bra and panties, tucked them in her purse. "Here's the deal. I believe in justice." He fit a charm bracelet over Chastity's wrist. It held a key. "That's the woman who scrambled your brain. She'll finish the job if she gets loose." He handed Chastity a vibrating wand. "Do you trust me?" Chastity shook her head. "Smart girl." He patted her butt. "I tested everyone in this apartment. Personally. They're clean. Anyone you test, you have to fuck." He put a pile of test strips on the table. "Your job is to make her cum, to break her will. She's Cult-trained. It won't be easy. Use the wand; use your body; use your imagination. Do this one small thing and you can go home." He grinned. "You're on camera, Princess. Smile." Brennan slotted her SWID through a scanner. "You're on the clock. Go." Chastity let Cookie do the heavy lifting for this event. She stepped back inside herself and watched. And enjoyed the orgasms. Her trainers overlaid reality with replays from all the magazines and from PASsport. Sometimes it was to help Cookie find a new method to pleasure Lateritia. Other times it seemed to have no value except for the entertainment and education of her own self. By one in the morning, Chastity had fucked every man in this room, often just to keep him from reaching for that damned key. She'd also fucked Brennan. Just for the fuck of it. Lateritia was a broken, blubbery mess. She was actively participating in her own gang rape. When she wasn't screaming, trying to get away from the wand. Brennan handed Chastity a DNA swab. Presumably, it had a sample of his DNA on it. "You surprise me, Princess. Every day. I credited the account on your SWID. I think you'll find the motel bills are paid." He smiled. "Viewership exceeded thirty-thousand. You got a dollar for every full mast, half a dollar for every half mast, etc." Chastity took her clothes and her purse. "Mast." "Like a Thumb's Up. Did you make them hard or was it a limp-dick experience." Chastity shrugged. "I'm sore. Bruised. Don't call for a few nights, okay? Let me heal." Brennan stood stiffly erect. Chastity knew he was about to do something violent. "Oh, stow it," she said. "Put me on the injured list now so I can play the season later. You played football. Do you understand the metaphor?" "I played football?" "They call it soccer in this country. Can I take a shower?" He chuckled. "Thought you'd be in a hurry to leave." "What's the worst can happen, someone will fuck me?" "I'll take that key now. I want to escort our broken toys back to the Teacup." "Toys?" "The girl in the bedroom." "Oh." That's where the extra girl flavor had come from.