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8PHE0041 word count 5082 ******** Day 41, Sunday Joi woke Chastity up by taking the baby away from her. She kissed Chastity on the forehead. "Off the couch, doofus. Go sleep in a real bed." Chastity wandered into the kitchen in her Gunderoo Bollocks tee. Chastity sat at the table and watched Joi with the baby. A short while later, she was asleep again. Joi nudged her awake. "Bed," she said. Chastity nodded. She stumbled into Joi's privacy bedroom. Then diverted for the toilet. She had to pee. No blood in the toilet today. But she did have to change her pad. And her panties. Which panty liner? There were, like, four types to choose from. She pulled a clean and almost dry set of panties down from the shower rod. She glued a light-days pad to it and hoisted it into place. Laundry. Chastity gathered laundry - hers, Joi's, Jazz's, and the baby's - and marched into the kitchen with the basket. She traded smiles with Joi as she passed. She unlocked doors and descended into the silence. Even with the doors propped open it was quiet down here. Cold, though. Chastity loaded the machines and considered the bare mattress in the movie set. Then she thought about the big fluffy comforter on the canopy bed in the safe room. She propped two more doors open. Keys in the knob, as per the rules. Sleep. ******** She woke, predictably, in one or - several? - CYOA magazine games playing on her Mem2 simultaneously. New ones. She hadn't seen any of these. She played through to the ending. Oh, fuck. That had been - educational? Chastity smiled wistfully. Her panty liner was soaked again. But not with blood. Not much blood, at any rate. She looked around this room and saw it with new eyes. Not a wonder that Joi saw and heard ghosts here. Even the water pipes were sound-isolated from the rest of the house. The tentacle monster in one of those AVS reels had delighted in making its women cry out. Here. And no one heard. Except the live audience. Chastity went upstairs, shutting doors behind her so the baby couldn't get downstairs somehow. Drake was watching one of his videos - Baby Can Sign. Chastity found Joi. She kissed her on the lips. They took a shower together. Washed each other's hair. Fooled around a bit. It didn't feel the same though. Some of the chemistry was ... off. Then Joi got a call from Jazz and was gone. "Honey trap," was all she would say. ******** Chastity's glasses buzzed. Brennan. She answered it. "Green Eyed Frogs," Brennan said. "Don't make me wait." Chastity picked up Drake. She picked up the diaper bag. She checked her mom's house. No car, no truck. She called Joi and Jazz. It went straight to voice mail. She called Keisha. No answer. Chastity groaned. She called Roy. He answered. "The ladies love me." "Need a favor," she said. "Emergency babysitting." "I'll be over directly." "How soon is directly?" "I'm at the truck stop, fueling up. Be there in two minutes." ******** Roy took the baby and the diaper bag. He held up a key for Linda's house. "Troubles?" "Yes. Don't know how long I'll be." "Gimme a kiss." Chastity kissed him. She didn't object when he fondled her arse. "Thanks, Roy. I gotta go." She rode her bike to Green Eyed Frogs. Ice from last night's storm was melting in afternoon sun. She dropped the bike by the service entrance. The back door to Green Eyed Frogs was unlocked. The door to the manager's office was open. Waren sat at his desk. Brennan sat in a chair. Both men rose when Chastity entered the room. "I'm here." Chastity glanced at the desk. She saw a payroll spreadsheet for Club 69, under the Diversified Hospitality logo. Her specs highlighted Joi's name, and Drake's. There was a surprisingly long list of other employees. "You rode your bicycle?" Brennan looked shocked. "Faster than waiting for a cab." "Don't you have a car? A motorbike?" Chastity shook her head. "If you want me here quickly, send a car." "I'll remember that. Waren?" Waren nodded. He left the room through the other door. Brennan turned the entire security suite off. Cameras, motion detectors, security bot, everything. He turned off his own celebrity glasses and set them on Waren's desk. "Specs." He held out his hand. Chastity passed him her specs. She noted with grim satisfaction that her Mem2 was recording this. He turned Chastity's Coeleb glasses off and set them down beside his own. "Sit." He motioned to the casting couch. "I'll stand." Brennan's eyes narrowed. "I'm nicer to people who do what I say. When I say." Chastity sat on the couch. She smoothed her dress. She was careful not to look at the desk again. She looked at photos of women and visiting celebrities on the walls. "What did you do?" Brennan asked. "The FBI is sniffing around." "I applied for a job." "With the FBI? Did you think they would protect you?" Chastity sighed. "I want to do something with my life besides brooding grandchildren and servicing thirty customers a day." "Then join the Army. Or the fucking Foreign Legion. Not the FBI. I am six months away from going legit. Two years from having nothing to do with this shitty little valley except when I want a little inbred excitement." "They asked me to be their eyes and ears in your organization." "That would not be in your best interest." "I told them that. The FBI has some dirty jobs. I'm going to work one of the dirtiest." Brennan steepled his fingers. "Theoretically, what would happen if the feds found kiddy porn on your machines?" Chastity felt dizzy. "What would happen if some random child went to Social Services with a wild story and your name attached? If every one of the children you babysat disappeared but no other child did?" "Brennan...." Brennan turned Chastity's specs back on and handed them to her. He booted up the security suite at Waren's desk. "Call him. Call Agent Lo. Tell him you changed your mind. You can't work for the feds this year. He's going to see that the call came from here and he will know why you're making the call. Tell him the man formerly known as Brennan Giles has offered you full employment and that you will be otherwise entertained." Chastity reached into her purse. She found a pizza coupon and ripped the corner. Then she pulled a makeup wipe out and wiped her eyes. She called Agent Lo. He answered on the first ring. "Deal's off," Chastity said. "I can't accept the job." "I understand. Let me speak to Brennan." Chastity handed over the glasses. "He wants to talk." "I'm here," Brennan said. He looked completely at ease wearing pink Coeleb glasses with rhinestones. "Speak." He listened for a while. "I think you misunderstand, fed. I mean this woman no harm. She found my son. They're engaged to be married. Yes. Thank you. You, too, officer. Have a Debbie day." He handed the glasses back to Chastity. "I made him angry." Brennan looked amused. "How would you like to work under me? Mmn, for me." "Like Marion? Pass." "That cunt tried to kill me." "You fucking deserve it. I'll kill you, first chance I get. I won't hesitate." "Murder is a capital offense, Princess. Mindwipe?" "It didn't do you any harm." "No need to noise that around." He smiled. "Is that Kryptonite in your goodie bag?" He nodded towards Chastity's cleavage. "Shards of a saint." Chastity touched the leather bag. It brought a smile to her eyes but not to her mouth. "Those saints set me back six months in operating expenses and lost biomech. You rid me of a problem with an iron bar and a bit of mayhem." He looked around the desk. "Princess, I don't like owing favors." He pressed the PA button on the desk. "Waren. Bring her." The door opened. Waren came in with Marion. Marion had been crying. Brennan said, "This is my employee of the month for October. She just got her pictures taken. She's on all our adverts. She missed a few days of work - syphilis." Brennan coughed. "But I'm told she's cured and is hard back at it, on track to defend her crown as Employee of the Month in November.? Marion looked down. Tears fell silently. Brennan said, ?She still has your IOU.? Chastity sighed. ?Give it up,? Brennan told Marion. ?Hand it over.? He took a much- folded bar napkin and handed it to Chastity. ?Such a pity. This is her most treasured possession. It represents hope? Compassion? Chutzpah. All the gifts she lacks.? Chastity said, ?Brennan, anyone ever mentioned how much a stain on humanity you are?? He chuckled. ?If I asked, would you honor this IOU?? Chastity gritted her teeth. She nodded. ?Seismic. I may cash it in some day.? He motioned to Marion?s feet. ?Notice the complete lack of ankle jewelry. The D. A. dropped the charges. Something about witnesses disappearing.? Brennan grabbed Marion by the chin. ?Employee of the Month? Look at me.? Marion looked up reluctantly. Brennan said, ?You?re fired. You?re not working the Bloop and Ballast anymore. If you apply for unemployment or for worker?s comp, I will hire you on again. Copy?? He let go of her. Marion burst into tears. She nodded. ?Oh, dear,? Brennan said. ?Snot on the carpet. Women are so ungrateful. Tissue. Quickly.? He snapped his fingers. Chastity rose. She handed Marion a makeup wipe. ?Princess, someone just stole your bike.? He motioned to the cameras. ?You can?t leave valuable items in that alley.? He handed Chastity a set of keys for a motorbike. ?Do what you wish with Snot Woman. Keep the putt-putt. The accountants at Bandersnatch apparently can?t count to a thousand.? Waren handed Princess a battered purse and a small suitcase. He opened doors for both woman and ushered them out into the glare of afternoon daylight. Outside, Marion said, ?I?ll take those.? She took the purse and the suitcase. Chastity checked out the bike. It was a 95cc Rockhopper. Pink, with a Bandersnatch logo. She tried the key. It unlocked the wheels and the steering bar. She mounted the bike. ?Hop on.? She turned it on. Revved the engine. ?I don?t know you,? Marion said. ?I?ll walk.? ?Get the fuck on this bike. The faster we get away from this building, the happier I?ll be.? Marion shook her head. She walked to the street. Quickly. ?As stubborn as your sister.? Chastity tapped her specs. ?Call Joi.? No answer. Joi?s voice mail was full. Chastity tapped her specs again. ?Call Jazz.? The same. Chastity summoned Cookie on the internal circuit. She rolled back into herself and Cookie appeared, ready to take full control of Chastity?s body. ?Call Joi.? Chastity said to Cookie. ?Call Jazz. Keep calling until one of them answers. Tell Joi it?s not an emergency but it is urgent. Marion is with me.? Cookie said, ?On it.? Chastity followed Marion out to Jacknut and 7th. She pulled up beside her. ?Where are we going?? ?Bus station.? ?How about we go to Joi?s house?? Marion startled. ?You know Joi?? Chastity smiled. ?She used to babysit me.? ?Who is Joi?s boyfriend?? Chastity almost said, ?Me,? but she changed her response. ?Joi doesn?t have a boyfriend. Not long-term. They call her the Queen of Glass. At the moment she?s trying to matchmake me with a woman who just won?t give up on her. That woman is named Jazelle. Jazz.? Marion stopped. She said, ?Who are you?? ?I?m your ride home. Get on.? ******** ?You have a key.? Marion said this without a trace of surprise. Or emotion. Chastity nodded. ?I have a key. Inside, please.? Chastity ushered Marion into the house. ?Mrs. Mac has sharp eyes and a knack for making wrong guesses.? ?It?s a little different in here.? Marion looked around. ?A camera rig?? ?For a video game, not for porn. Although there still is a porn set in the basement.? Marion looked at Chastity warily. ?Joi made a shrine of your bedroom. Most of your stuff is still there. Um, you might want to close the work station in your room. The camera is on 24/7. Joi is a ... cam girl. She?s been using your room as her working bedroom.? Chastity walked to the kitchen. ?Do you want a coffee? Bicerin? Dakila?? ?Bicerin?? Chastity smiled. ?Coming right up.? Chastity called up a bicerin on the PariCo 48. She poured the layered drink and handed it to Marion. Marion sat at the table and cradled the cup in her hands. ?I haven?t had one of these in years.? ?Pardon but I have to go next door and get the baby.? ?Baby. Yours?? Chastity shook her head. ?Ask Joi about it. She gets twitchy when I share details.? ******** ?Hi, Roy.? Chastity accepted a kiss and a quick grope. ?Was the monster good?? ?We watched football. You?re a Gunderoo fan?? ?Go, Bollocks.? ?He saw it on the sports channel and insisted we watch.? ?Thanks.? She picked up Drake and the diaper bag. ?That?s it? A kiss and goodbye?? ?Remember the rescue we did at the Dewdrop? I brought home another girl today.? ?Does she need a ride to the clinic?? ?If she does, I know who to call. Roy, can we bed later? I can?t leave that woman alone in Joi?s house.? ?Bed?? She glanced at Drake. ?He repeats the words I say.? Drake said, ?Fuck.? ?See?? Roy smiled. ?If you can?t leave your guest there, bring her here.? ?I seriously doubt she?s interested in a romp right now. Raincheck?? Drake said, ?Fuck.? ?Stop that,? Chastity said to Drake. ?You know that?s a bad word.? Roy nodded. ?Raincheck.? ******** Chastity dropped the diaper bag by Marion?s suitcase in the kitchen. She noted that Marion had washed and dried the cup ? not leaving it out for Chastity to wash. ?I?m starting to like this woman,? Chastity said. She found Marion in Anabelle?s working bedroom. ?What is this game?? Marion asked. ?PASsport. That?s my avatar. In a brothel.? ?You?re a cam-girl too?? Chastity nodded. ?Is this thing live?? She pointed at the camera. ?The whole house is live. House! Say hi to our newest guest.? ?Hello, Anabelle?s big sister.? Chastity smiled. ?The house thinks we look alike.? ?Anabelle?? Drake said, ?Aba!? Chastity nodded at Drake. ?That?s the name I use in this room. And that?s the name the baby knows. C?mon. I can?t log off at the moment. If you have questions, we should talk elsewhere.? ?I should do laundry.? Chastity nodded. ?In the basement.? ?Basement?? Marion?s eyes widened. ?Certain people won?t go down there alone. Are you the same?? Marion nodded. ?No worries, no pressure. I can do your laundry.? She led Marion down to the ground floor. When Chastity went to pick up the suitcase, Marion stopped her. ?I can my wash my own things.? ?Good, because I?m already doing laundry and linen for four people. Five, if you count my mom?s boyfriend.? She walked ahead of Marion. ?Careful with these doors. There?s only one key. I hang it from the knob as I pass through. I also have widgets to prop them open. These are electric locks. When the power went out, it locked me in down here.? ?Can you prop the doors open?? Marion asked. ?Hold the baby.? Chastity hung the key on the basement of the door. She propped the door open. Then she did the same for the door at the bottom of the stairwell. ?This is.... This hasn?t changed a bit.? Marion looked around. ?I think Joi is afraid of moving things. We found her dad?s toolbox. She moped for days. It had been in the pantry. She?d piled things on top of it. Never looked inside it.? Marion ran her fingers on the partitions of the movie set. ?Why did she keep this set?? ?No clue. Maybe because she never comes down here?? Marion stared at the door under the stairs. ?That. That?s the one room Joi changed.. Her parent?s bedroom? Unchanged. Your room, the same. Her old bedroom? Same.? ?Stormy?s room?? ?Has a new canopy bed in it and furniture. The keys are available if you want to see.? ?No.? ?Right. The laundry is over here. Deep sink, ironing board, washer- dryer. Soap is up there. Softener is.... I think we?re out again.? ?Stay, please. While I do laundry.? Chastity sat on the bed. She fed Drake. Partway through the feeding, Drake stopped. He said, ?Potty.? ?Diaper?? ?Potty.? He signed, ?Go pee.? ?Excuse me. I have to take the baby to the toilet.? Drake got down and walked to the door under the stairs. He said, ?Aba. Umpa.? He signed, ?Open.? ?Umpa. That?s his word for open. It?s also his word for up. Down. Put me where I want to go.? ?You?re taking a baby into Stormy?s room?? Chastity opened the door, putting the key in the inside lock. She propped that door open with the chair. She opened the other door. Key in the inside lock. She dragged the nightstand over and propped that door open, too. Drake had already toddled over to the toilet. She pulled his diaper down and he peed. It went everywhere. Until she directed the stream with one finger. ?You have to aim, child.? He grinned. Chastity heard a voice behind her. ?You brought a baby in here?? Marion held two keys in one hand. ?Are you damaged?? ?I sleep down here sometimes, too.? ?Why?? Chastity sighed. ?Partly because I?ve never been locked in here. Partly because Joi hears ghosts in this room and I?d like to prove to her that there are no ghosts.? Marion got a strange look on her face. She looked at the bed and startled. She made a distressed noise, almost like gurgling. She left the room quickly, knocking the nightstand to one side. Chastity heard the scrape of the chair at the other door and knew that both doors would shut. Chastity?s ears popped as the nearest door clicked shut. Drake complained. He pulled at his ear. Drake pulled up his diaper. He signed, ?Crazy-auntie.? Chastity chuckled. ?Be nice. Let me check the door,? although she knew what she would find. Locked. ?Cookie, please tell me you got hold of Jazz or Joi.? ?I have not.? ?Call Tick Tick.? That went to voice mail. Chastity left a message. ?Tick Tick. Emergency. Urgent. I?m locked in the safe room in Joi?s basement. Marion has the keys. She?s a bit irrational. Help. I?m going to shut down, save batteries. I have water but no food. I have the baby with me. We?re both locked in. I?m giving you guys until dark. Then I?m calling 911.? Chastity hung up. Her specs said, ?Call 911?? ?No. Battery saver mode. Ring for incoming calls or messages.? Her glasses opaqued. ?Lovely.? She put them on the nightstand. She tried knocking on the door, but knew that was hopeless. Soundproofing. ******** Drake pulled all the sex toys out of the nightstand. He pulled panties and bras and other items of clothing from the drawers. He pulled the gecko wrap from each post of the canopy bed and fixed handcuffs to them. ?How did you know to do that?? Chastity asked. Drake signed, ?Puzzle-game.? Chastity let him play for a while. Then she put it all away. The fifth time he opened the drawers and arranged the floor to his liking, she let it go. She fed him twice. Took him to the potty three times. Used it once, herself. She still wasn?t used to girl?s plumbing. She was almost as inaccurate as Drake on that low toilet. She got urine on her legs, in the crack of her arse, on the seat, on the floor. She hurt her back arching it to pee straight down. She chose a t-shirt at random and used it to clean the toilet and the floor. She washed it in the shower with Tisanee?s soap. Tisanee. Brennan. What if the only person who answered his phone was Brennan? She?d call 911 before she called Brennan. Oh, fuck. What if he called her? She had to get out of this room. She knocked on the door again. She checked her specs. Twenty-two percent battery now. Why hadn?t she fueled them last night? She sang songs with Drake. He could sing now, a little bit. He knew his ABCs. He knew Itsy Bitsy Spider. He even knew the song by Meat Saw that Chastity had sang to him as a lullaby ? back when she was a he ? Raise the Dead. Drake?s enunciation lacked grace. Issy Bissy Stider. Wen up a wa?er spow. Chastity quizzed him on signs. Drake was a patient teacher. He seemed to know that without her specs, she didn?t know many signs. It got dark outside. Chastity was hungry and tired. Drake was cranky. He demanded milk often now. Chastity was sitting on the floor in a mess of girl clothes and sex toys. Drake was asleep on the bed. She pulled down her specs and checked them. No calls, no messages. Eleven percent battery. She turned the specs on. ?Call Roy.? ?Hi, Sexy. Did you miss me?? ?Roy. I only have eleven percent battery. How good are you at breaking in houses?? ?I can open a window if it?s not locked.? ?Can you call a locksmith? I?m locked in.? ?I can call my son. Where are you?? Chastity explained about the safe room. ?Which window? Which window? Oh. Here. The one with lights.? Roy tapped on the window above the bed. Chastity barely heard the noise, even though he?d rapped it soundly. ?Jesus fuck? Roy said. ?Those flowers move. I see you. I see the mess around you, too. Are those dildos? You let the baby play with dildos and handcuffs?? ?He was bored. We?ve been here for hours.? Chastity cleaned up in a hurry. ?I told you to bring that woman to your mom?s house.? Roy laughed. ?Bad news, Sugar Pockets. The outside doors are locked and the only lights on are the ones in the room you?re in. Nobody answers the doorbell.? ?Roy, I?m down to seven percent battery.? ?Jacob?s not answering. I?ll call Clyde.? ?Why Clyde?? ?He has a drill and cermet bits. Might take a while. Turn off your phone; turn off the lights and sleep. I?ll shine a light in your window before we start house-breaking.? Chastity crawled onto the bed and cuddled Drake. Her trainers played sex scenes from this room. She shuddered through two orgasms and fell asleep. Funny how even sex and orgasms could become background. She dreamed about sex. No surprise there. She woke to Drake patting her face. He had a poopy diaper. She washed him in the shower. She got naked to do this. She washed his clothes, too, because they were poopy. She kept looking up, looking out the windows. Drake made the sign, ?Monster-monster.? ?No monsters. Looking for peepers.? ?Monster.? She dried him off and dressed. She hung his clothes on the shower rod. ?I don?t have a diaper for you, little one.? She considered the clothes in this room. Nothing would fit him except maybe the thong and that was just ridiculous. She dressed him in the Bar and Gril tee shirt and said, ?No more diapers. Be a big boy now and tell Aba when you need to go potty.? ?Okay.? She heard a dull tap at the window. She looked up. Saw Roy and Clyde. She waved and smiled. ?I?d really hoped that someone else would come home before these two broke in. She checked her specs. Two a.m. Where was Joi? The club? Had she come home, dressed and left without checking her messages? Joi?s message queue was full. No message for her to get. Jazz, too. And Tick Tick hadn?t answered, either. Worrisome. She sighed. She drank from the faucet. Then she fed Drake. She heard the sounds of a key in the lock. The door clicked open. It was Marion. ?I?m so sorry. I?m so sorry.? Marion came in the room, followed by Roy and Clyde. The door clicked shut behind them. Chastity said, ?Please tell me someone has the key for that door.? Clyde showed her the key. ?You have the key for both doors?? He shook his head. They all huddled around the door as Clyde opened it. The cubby was empty. No chair, no key. Chastity sighed. ?Did anybody bring food?? ?I have mints,? Roy said. He handed the box to Chastity. Clyde said, ?I have a candy bar.? Marion said, ?I have the other key.? Chastity said, ?Jidu and Tau.? ******** Chastity put a diaper on Drake and set him into his crib. He was getting too big for this crib now. He needed a bed. They sat at Joi?s kitchen table. Marion made a farmer?s breakfast for each of them. After Chastity hugged each of the men and thanked them she stood next to Marion. ?Care to explain?? ?That room freaks me out. I can?t believe you go there on purpose.? ?I can?t believe that Joi has never changed the locks.? Marion shrugged. ?I saw...? She glanced at Roy and Clyde. ?I saw something that still gives me nightmares and I panicked. Sorry about that. I ran outside. The door locked behind me. When these two broke in, I came in with them.? ?What?s the damage?? Clyde said, ?Six drill bits. I ruined the drill. Security locks are tough.? ?What?s the damage to the house?? ?Oh. The sliding glass door. It looked like the easiest lock to drill out.? Chastity checked the door. She dropped a dowel into the track. ?There. Now it?s not coming open unless someone breaks the glass.? Clyde said, ?Glad that wasn?t in when I drilled out the lock.? Roy said, ?What?s with the movie set downstairs?? Marion got a wild look. Chastity said, ?The family that lived here before made movies. Joi?s on a limited budget. She?s fixing one room at a time.? Marion set plates of eggs, sausage, and toast in front of each of them. Her hands shook. Chastity said, ?Marion....? ?I know, I know. I am so sorry.? ?No. Sit down. You?re a mess. I?ll make coffee.? Chastity picked up the toast and took a bite. Marion surprised everyone by sitting in Roy?s lap and resting her head on his shoulder. Clyde traded a glance of wonderment with Chastity. He said, ?Why does he get all the girls?? Marion got up. She sat on Clyde?s lap. ?Thank you for ruining your drill.? She kissed his cheek. Clyde looked around, embarrassed. ?I, ah. I already have a girlfriend.? ?So does he,? Marion said. ?He smells of sex.? They all looked at Roy. ?Not guilty. I haven?t had sex any time today. Not that I haven?t tried.? He looked at Chastity. Chastity pressed buttons on the coffee maker. ?Did you take a shower this morning? Yesterday morning?? Roy thought about that. ?Maybe?? ?Ew. Roy, go back to my mom?s house and shower.? ?After breakfast.? Marion looked puzzled. ?Mom?s house. Linda?? Chastity said, ?Not Mrs. McCarthy.? Marion made a face. ?I don?t think that woman has relations with men. She spawns on a rock.? Chastity smiled. ?I hear otherwise. She likes her men hot and unadulterated. Like her coffee.? Chastity picked up a sausage and took a bite. Marion sat at the table in an empty seat. ?Who would rock that boat?? She looked at Roy. ?Are you Linda?s boyfriend?? Roy nodded. Clyde looked uncomfortable. She asked Clyde, ?Who?s your girl?? ?I chased this one for a while.? He nodded towards Chastity. ?Yeah but who is your girl now?? ?A ski bunny I met on the slopes.? Bunny. Slopes. Chastity connected the dots. She wondered if Roy was making the same connections. Chastity smiled and handed out cups of coffee. ?I?m sure Bunny is a lucky girl. Catching a doctor just before he gets doctorfied.? ?Bunny.? Marion looked concerned. ?Might be the same Bunny that Taz knew,? Chastity said. Marion gave a short bark of laughter. She looked at Clyde. ?You?re a doctor?? ?Intern.? ?And you.? She looked at Chastity. ?Linda is your mom?? Chastity nodded. ?She has two children now?? Chastity sat at the table. ?Anybody going to say Grace?? Roy said, ?Grace. Oh and I guess we should be thankful that Princess isn?t locked in a dungeon.? Marion looked confused. ?Princess. Anabelle. Chastity. Kinny.? ?I have a name for every occasion.? Roy and Clyde both asked, ?Chastity?? ?I think she went through my purse.? Marion nodded. ?Which means you spent time in the house before you ran outside.? Marion struggled with words. ?Where were you going?? ?Club 69.? ?She?s not there.? Marion nodded. ?You walked all the way to the club and back?? ?I took your bike.? ?Girl. Do you know what I went through to get you out of that hellhole?? ?Sorry?? ?And you nearly went back. Brennan owns fucking Club 69. I saw payroll accounts on his desk.? Technically, it had been Waren?s desk. But was there a difference? ?I brought it back. I brought your bike back.? ?New rules. Don?t speak to me when I?m angry.? Chastity put her fork down. Roy said, ?You going to eat that?? Chastity pushed her plate over to Roy. Marion got up. She started doing dishes. Clyde slid his plate over to Chastity. ?You should eat.? ?I?m not hungry.? ?You will be. You?re nursing. Eat.? Chastity glowered. She stuffed an egg into her mouth. Dropped a pinch of salt in with the egg. Then she discovered how hungry she was. She finished the rest of the plate. Hunted up food from her other plate, too. Drank two cups of coffee. Marion sat back at the table. She handed Chastity a cup of POG. ?Are you still mad?? ?A little bit.? Chastity drank the POG. Marion said, ?Kinny?? ?Yuh.? ?I changed your diapers when you were little. What happened?? Chastity grunted. ?These came in.? She gestured to her boobs. ?The rest followed. I?m a trans.? ?Brennan got to all of us, didn?t he.? Chastity?s specs buzzed. Lo Bat. She went to the kitchen drawer. Put fuel in her specs. They heard the sound of squealing brakes and a squeaky fan belt. Chastity brightened up. ?Jazz!? He opened the door for her. ?I.... Oh, fuck. What happened??