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8PHE0045 word count 4925 ******** Day 45, Thursday Kleia sat on the other side of the desk. "Good morning, Princess," she said, checking her paperwork. "Erm, Chastity?" She stood again, hitched up her pants, and walked around the desk. She sat on a chair next to Chastity. "I hate barriers." She motioned to the desk. "A symbol of my office, a badge, a wall. I prefer face-to-face." Chastity shrugged. "Why am I here?" "Because the program flagged you as at-risk. You missed the last two medical check-ups. You're not reporting income." "Wasn't aware I needed to." "It's the law. Weekly medical checks. No more than ten days between checks. Report all the income you earn in this industry - including tips, including gifts." "I haven't fucked professionally since that first day with a borrowed card." Chastity considered the arrangement she had with Roy but didn't report it. She hadn't set aside money for taxes, and didn't intend to. "How are you paying your bills?" "What bills? I live rent-free. My other jobs pay for groceries, fuel, what-not." Chastity pointed to the name tag on her uniform. "I'm a barista." "When was the last time you had sex?" Chastity thought back. "Two days ago? Unless you count masturbation or VR sex." "Describe this VR sex." Chastity chuckled. "I see why you love your job." She watched Kleia react to that. "I'm a cam girl. I play an AVS video game called PASsport. Combat rape, brothels, dungeon-building. Although I'm not leveled up enough to manage a horde of monsters, much less feed them, fuck them, and pay them. Bandersnatch pays me to play; they pay bonuses for the lurkers I cume. They also pay me to drive up cume on my cam site." "You're not having sex for money? In real life?" "Other than making a porno. One time. He blackmailed and then paid me?" "That happens." "I think he exercised the card so it would stick to me." Chastity shifted in her chair. She was sitting on her hair again. It hurt. "Why do you have a SWID? Why did you get one?" "Because my father insisted." "Your father." "He's my best and only customer - when he's not pimping me out for pornos." "Wait. I'm confused. Your father?" "Brennan Giles." Kleia backed away. She scooted her chair away, stood, and returned to her chair on the other side of the desk. "Brennan Giles is out of prison?" "Yes. He's a mindwipe but it didn't change his core personality." "He's your father." "Yes. In theory, he doesn't remember he's my father." Chastity smiled brightly. She wanted to project the awkwardness she felt, the brittle sanity. "He's gaming the system. How can they arrest him for incest when he doesn't know family from strangers?" She grunted. "Shouldn't know. I think he does." Kleia said, "Avoid him?" "As if." Chastity laughed bitterly. "If I don't answer the summons, people get hurt - raped and worse. I told him he's my father...." Chastity shuddered. "Horror show. Of course this is the same man who pimped me out as a child. Ever orgasm when you know you shouldn't? Did you hate yourself? I kind of feel grateful because ... he quits - sometimes - after seeing me climax." Chastity saw tears form in Kleia's eyes. Kleia said, "Those specs - are live? You're broadcasting? He is listening to this conversation?" "Never thought about it. Probably." "I'm sorry." Kleia closed the files she had open. "There's nothing I can do for you." "I already knew that. I need to come in for medical checks?" "Only if you're having sex for money. Or for taxable barter." "If I see a doctor once a week, will that keep the program from flagging me?" "If you're not reporting income you'll still flag." Kleia shook as she said this. "I'll report my Bandersnatch income. VR sex is still sex, right? How often do I need to come by this office?" "Four times a year. We'll call and schedule for that. Or, come in if you need to. We offer services. Mental health. Vocational training. Child- care." Kleia stilled long enough to ask, "Is PTSD still a problem?" "Not any more." Chastity stood. Kleia slumped with relief. "You can go. Thank you for coming in." ******** Jazz wheeled her cart into the room at the Free Clinic. "Hi. Didn't expect to see you here. Did you get planted?" "No." Chastity pat Jazz on the belly. "I'm going to be an auntie soon?" "Yee-ah. The doc says a couple of months. Sooner for the ones in my arse. Why did you let them do that to me?" "They bite. Wouldn't let me anywhere near you. Besides, you enjoyed it." Jazz grunted. "You should try it." "Pass." She set up her machine and cleaned Chastity's arm with a wet wipe. "Sex worker's physical?" "The social workers called me in. They say I red-flag their programs." "But you're not working the card." She looked up. "Are you?" Chastity shook her head. "But, truthfully, I could get that call. Any time. I won't risk you guys getting raped because I'm too prissy to face my monsters." Jazz smiled grimly. "The next guy who rapes me gets a parasite. I'm told it's really painful to host one of these in your scrotum." She patted her belly. "Am I at risk if I have sex with you?" "Yep." Jazz nodded. "Little stick." She positioned the needle. Jazz said, "Nothing but plant sex for me for the next two months." Chastity grimaced as the needle went in. "Better than a vibrator?" Jazz smiled wistfully. She transferred the sample to her machines. She checked the readout. "You're clean. SWID, please." Chastity handed over her card and watched Jazz swipe it. "Does this thing test for plants?" "You got planted." Jazz smiled. "I swallowed." Jazz checked the readout again. "Nah. You're clean. Nothing yet, at any rate. Did you swallow on an empty stomach?" "Maybe?" "Digested the little fuckers. That happens. Can't count on it, though. All it takes is one fertile egg or one fruiting colony. Bam. Arse preggers." ********* It was sleeting outside, with gale-force winds. Chastity stamped her feet on the Thank You mat in the mud room of Lao Fan Hospice. She said hi to Nurse Debbie and got two coffees from the Debbie at the Debbie Does Sausage cart. She pulled the sock off her pony tail and fished a bottle of milk out of her purse. She handed the milk to the other Debbie. "Pop this in the warmer, please." "You're feeding a baby?" The other Debbie put the milk in the warmer. "Three of 'em." Chastity picked up an ugly doll that was perched on the tip jar. We-Chug. The other Debbie said, "That's for you. The mom dropped it off. Said Harmony wanted you to have it." Chastity choked up for a moment and then nodded. She put the doll back on the tip jar. "Get that thing off my cart," the other Debbie said. "Evil spirits." "Wechuge," Chastity said, pronouncing it the way she thought it should be pronounced. "It eats evil spirits for breakfast." Chastity put the doll in her purse. "Didn't save that little girl," the other Debbie said. Chastity grunted. She handed a coffee to Drake and asked, "How's the boy?" Drake shrugged. "He's alive. No, don't bother." He chased after Chastity. "He's not conscious." "Feeding the monsters." She held up a baby bottle. "I could feed them coffee but it gives them the jitters." Drake looked alarmed. "Nothing worse than a carnivorous monster with caffeine jitters." She stopped, holding up a hand. "I'm kidding, Daddy. Peace out, okay?" Four empty beds today. The Fremont fan was gone. Chastity sighed. The girl with the trache was also missing. Chastity searched her specs for the name of that girl. Abbie. Abbie's bed was missing, along with Abbie. Why would they take the bed? Chastity traded fist bumps with John and Ruby. She said hi to Sammi. She stopped by Reginald's bed. "Hang in there, little one. A few more days." She felt his forehead. Hot. Dry. Reginald smiled briefly. His heart rate elevated for a moment. Chastity grunted. She sat by Reggie's bed and fed her monsters, talking to them the whole time. She didn't know if Reginald could hear or not but she wanted him to hear a friendly voice while he slept. Or dozed. Or whatever it was that people in a vegetative state did. "Oh, they changed colors. I don't know if you can see this but your monsters have green and yellow stripes now. I wonder what that means." Chastity checked her specs. There wasn't a lot of information on lapweed, but kissing bushes were noted to change colors before they migrated. It usually happened in late fall. The plants would uproot and dig in at a more favorable location. A stressed kissing bush with an abundance of sugar could migrate hundreds of meters. Plants migrated hunting for more water, or less. They migrated to be closer to prey trails. They migrated to find partial shade or to get out of the wind before first frosts. Chastity relayed this information to Reginald. Then she added, "It's a little too late to migrate, monsters." Chastity wagged a finger at them. "It's already frozen outside. If you want a bigger pot, you'll have to wait a week or two." The plants trilled at Chastity. "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Each of the tulips nodded. "Huh." She continued feeding them. Chastity named the plants Herbie, Herbette, and Fruity Toons. "Of course, these are just working names," she said. "Reginald can rename you if he likes." Sammi said, "I like Fruity Toons! He gives the best kisses. It gives the best kisses? Fruity Toons is the planter, right?" "Yep." Chastity tickled the planter just under its tulip. "Be sure to tell Reginald when he wakes up." "If he wakes up." "He's on a donor list." "Yeah, well, so am I. Donor lists suck." Chastity finished feeding her monsters. She sat with Sammi. "What's the prognosis?" Sammi shrugged. "I'm dying. We're all dying. This is a hospice." "You need anything?" "Yeah. Better insurance." "Would that actually help?" Sammi shrugged. She looked away. She adjusted her do-rag. "Can I have a sip of your coffee?" "Sure." Chastity handed it over. "I'm not supposed to drink this." Sammi took a sip. She made a face. Spit it out. Then she puked. She got most of it in the crescent-shaped plastic basin. "That's terrible," she said, wiping her mouth with her bed clothes. "Why do you drink it?" Chastity smiled. "Maybe I should lay off. When I feed coffee to the plants, they have the same reaction." "They do?" "Wanna see?" Chastity held the cup up and nodded towards the plants. "No. Don't be mean." "They don't puke," Chastity said. "But they do spit it out. All over the floor." She considered. "Gotta get them a spittoon." "Why?" Sammi asked. She shook her head. "It's simple - don't feed them coffee." "Even if they ask for it?" Sammi considered that. Chastity smiled. "They need a spittoon for the bones. If they eat a rat they spit out bones." She made a face. "Like owl pellets." "They eat owls?" "Um, maybe?" "No rats here." "Probably no owls, either. Sorry to puke and run but I have to work now." "You're not the one who vomited. Jackass." Sammi smiled in spite of herself. "Be well, Sammi." Sammi rolled her eyes. ******** As soon as Chastity was on shift at the coffee cart, she called Brennan. Brennan sounded annoyed. "Tell me good news, Sugar Pockets. Are you pregnant yet?" "Working on it." "A ring on your finger? Engaged?" "I'm renting a room at his house, starting next month." "Speed it up. I'm not a patient man. Why did you call, Princess?" "I need a favor and you need to buy your way into heaven." "Both of us deal with the devil. No tickets to heaven for either of us." "There's four children here at the hospice. Three don't have insurance." "Bull cock. Without insurance, they'd be dying at home. Or in a snowy ditch. Me, I'd drop 'em in a ditch. It would be kinder." "Can you save any of them?" "What are you offering?" "What would it take?" Brennan laughed. "Gotta say this for you. You're entertainment on a rainy day." "Look into it, will ya? Save other souls, if you won't save your own." "You funny. I like the way you handled that bint at Social Services." "You were watching." "You named me. It flags the sentinels. You should call me something like 'the Mindwipe.' Not effective but at least try. Listen. You played that bint. Now you're playing me." He pitched his voice like a carney. "Save the children. Uwaa!" He laughed. "I should put you on our philanthropic desk." "You have one of those?" "No. I'm sending a girl over on Friday. Break her in for me." "What?" "Friday. Your mom's fuck boy. Sell it to the cameras, girlie." "The weekend with Roy." "Yes, Roy. Does your mom have two idiot fuck toys? Be happy I'm not making her participate." ******** Chastity ended the call. She looked around. They were wheeling Abbie back into the Children's Room. Drake followed the bed into the same room. It looked like he was chatting up Abbie's mom. Chastity checked the bio on Abbie's mom. Divorced. Logged into three dating sites. Fuck nuggets. ******** The ride home was cold and shivery, even with heated boots and Joi's ski vest. Chastity stopped at Sidewalk Chakra. She locked the bike in the city bike box by a clothing store called Tops and Bottoms. Mary had a cup of tea waiting for Chastity as she stamped her feet on the Thank-You mat by the door. "Oh, this is good," Chastity said, cradling the hot cup of tea. "What is it?" Mary Jack smiled. "It's commercial name is Dizno tea, but I prefer its other name - nipple-fruit tea. I sweetened it with palm honey." Chastity nodded. She was aware that her hair sock was dripping on Mary Jack's floor. Mary Jack continued. "Mickey-Mouse fruit, Epcot fruit, Dizno - which is a laugh because my Hungarian friends won't drink pig tea. Dizno sounds like their word for pig." "Thank you for the tea. How did you know I was stopping by?" "I could hear your chattery teeth." "Dubious." She'd been shivering, but not chattering. Mary Jack patted her on the head. "Ride the bus, dear, in weather like this." "I'd be just as wet and miserable. The shelters are ankle-deep in slush." "Big plans this weekend?" Chastity looked up, startled. Mary Jack chuckled. "That cup is full of Vitamin T. It should rev up your sex drive." Chastity shook her head and groaned. She looked at the cup. "I suppose it can't hurt." "Boyfriend troubles?" "Something like that. What do you have that makes them pop early?" Mary looked incredulous. "Most women want to delay the action." "I'm looking to get it over with." "Ah. Hmmn." Mary walked down the tea aisle, considering. "A working- girl's brew. I must chat with Zangar. I'm almost out of stock." She pulled down two boxes, a small bottle, and some patches. She showed Charity a box of herbal tea. "Cuppa Pure promotes togetherness. Bioactive. It enhances the effects of vasopressin and oxytocin. It increases the good feelings that togetherness and sex promote. Not recommended if he has a heart condition." She showed another box of tea. "Hina lily is a mild psychodelic. It will get him all tingly and focused on his own sensory experience. He becomes self-absorbed, alive in the moment." She smiled briefly. "It's likely he'll become a less- considerate lover, but it will be over quickly." "That'll work." Chastity took both boxes. Mary Jack handed her a woven basket. It was similar to the meat tote that Mazie had given her. Chastity examined the basket. "Palm leaf. Local product?" Mary Jack nodded. "Most of my wares are local. Although Cuppa Pure is from Japan. This...." She held up a small bottle. "...is Liquid Wench. It promotes vaginal and anal lubrication; reduces anxiety and inhibitions." She stopped. "That could be dangerous if your man is violent. Is he violent?" Chastity didn't know the answer to that. Mary Jack grunted. "One drop per fifty kilos of bodyweight. It makes erogenous zones sensitive and tingly. Hardens the nipples. It induces sweating and a sensation of heat at locations of skin contact. It produces a pleasurable sensation when this contact is relieved - removed. It promotes existing lactation. It's not a magical date-rape drug - more like liquid courage." "How does that help me?" Chastity considered the bottle. "It works similar magic on a man's body. You can't overdose on Liquid Wench. Dose him every four hours. Extra drops have no further effect - except to expend your stock faster. This babymaker contains B vitamins. It will color his urine." Chastity dropped the bottle in her basket. Mary Jack showed her a box of patches. The name of the product was printed in garish fluorescent paint - Turbocharger. "These are feel-good patches. They enhance pleasurable sensations - a favorite of the BDSM crowd. The agent in these patches derives from scorpion tox, believe it or not. He has to drink these." She pointed to the boxes of tea. "Put drops of that in his beer or rub it on his body." She held up the box of Turbocharger. "Patches? You can't be subtle with these. He'll wear it or he won't. One patch per customer." "Can he overdose?" More to the point, could she overdose if they put the patches on her? "Unlikely." "How many would it take?" Mary Jack smiled and looked up. If she'd been wearing specs, Chastity would have assumed she was checking the nets. Mary pursed her lips. "Was a girl I knew slapped twenty of these on her body. She likened the experience to mushrooms. Eye-opening. The effects wore off after a week or so." Chastity put twelve patches in her basket - all of Mary Jack's stock. "If you dose him with all four products, it'll be over quickly but he'll think a truck hit him." She smiled. "Good for repeat business. Is that what you're aiming for?" Chastity shuddered. "Not really." "Then space it out. Have a care," Mary Jack said as she bagged the products. "These will ring your bells just the same as him." "Thanks." Chastity checked the weather. Even worse than it had been before. She checked out the clothing store. Mannequins showcased kid's clothes, teens and tweens, sporting clothes. The signs said that most of these clothes were made on demand by an on-site fabricator. Free avatar services. The store was fully automated. It created an avatar for Chastity as she walked in. According to the Top and Bottom metrology, Chastity was a 37- 24-34, a size 7 bottom and a size 9 top. They measured her bra size at 32F. These were more or less the numbers that Joi's machine avatar used, although Joi's machine put Chastity at a 30E. Chastity's boobs felt full at the moment. She wondered if that made a difference. The holographic fashion assistant asked Chastity a few questions and then guided her to the basement. The mannequins were more adult-oriented there. Chastity spent a paycheck on a few costumes and some toys. She also bought a snow suit and rode home on her bike in the new suit. ******** "Hi, Honey, I'm home!" Chastity pulled off her snow suit by the door. The baby gate was unhitched, at the bottom of the stairs. "Hello?" Marion appeared on the promenade. "Joi took the baby to Body Rental for a check-up." "In this weather?" Marion shrugged. "You have any laundry you need doing? I'm soaked." She started peeling off clothes. "All this is going in the laundry." Marion nodded and ducked back into her room. She came out with a laundry basket. Chastity watched her bounce down the staircase. "You're in a good mood," Chastity said. "Meh." Marion handed over the basket. "Working." She nodded upstairs. "I hired on to PASsport. It's ... an interesting game." Chastity snorted. Marion's clothes all smelled of sex. She tried and failed to keep a smile off her face. "Yes, it is. Meet any fun monsters yet?" Marion smiled. "Right. Want to team up and go adventuring?" "You picked an avatar?" "I know which one I'm picking." Chastity pulled the doll from her bag. "We-Chug - and Harmony." "Let me know when you're set up." Marion bounced up the steps, two at a time. "Right." Chastity finished disrobing. No need for modesty in this house. There wasn't any part of it that wasn't broadcasting in full 3D now. Not that anyone in this house knew that, except for Chastity. Chastity blushed for a moment. She stifled the rush of emotions this thought provoked. She put laundry in the machine, did the hand-wash, and put We-Chug on the bed in Stormy's room, in full view of the work station in that room. She took a shower, wrapped her hair in a towel and wrapped another towel around her body. Chastity sat at the work station and logged in. The list of available avatars popped up. Chastity examined the wardrobe she'd need to work as Harmony St. Arlan. Doable. Not as sexy as Ruby's clothes. Chastity already had some of this - the jogging bra, for instance. She ordered maker stock and downloaded the fabblets she'd need for Joi's maker. She'd need to cut her hair, though. Athletics scholarship. The hair was in her way, anyway. It took forever to wash, to condition, and to comb out. However.... Drake liked long hair. Evil had been pretty clear about that. Abbie's mom had short hair, though. Hmmn. Maybe it was Eveline who liked long hair. Chastity wondered at the thrill this gave her. "Okay. I need to cut my hair." Chastity sent Jazz a voice message. "Style emergency. My new bioavatar has short hair. Shortish. Can you come over? Otherwise, I have to go to the mall." Jazz sent a message back. 'Pulling a double. Can it wait?' Chastity sent back, "I'll call my mom." 'Don't hack it all off. Give me something to work with in case they fuck it up.' ******** Linda dropped an empty horchata bag in the recycle. "So, anyway, I knew it wasn't you when Cookie asked to see nudie pictures of me." "Yeah. Sorry, Mom. I should have told you I jumped to a new avatar." "You signed an NDA. I understand." They walked into Leaping Sally together. They got their nails done first - matching nail color. Fremont colors. Then they got their eyebrows groomed. That was a first for Chastity. She almost bolted out of the chair when she saw the floss. Because she knew this would hurt. But it didn't hurt as much as it could have - one of the benefits of having riders. Cookie took 'a seat' while Chastity sat it out as an observer with the virtual knobs all dialed down to 2. It still hurt, though. Cookie said, 'Wabi Sabi, you owe me for this.' Chastity said, 'Swish wouldn't do it for me.' Swish said, 'Oh, no, honey child. I'm not brave at all.' 'See?' Chastity said. 'You're the only brave one.' Cookie sat quietly. She gritted her teeth for the procedure - when she wasn't grinning. A woman named Tiferet sat Chastity in the salon chair. Tiferet said, "I love your hair." "You can have it." "How long did it take you to grow this?" "About twenty minutes." "Excuse me?" Tiferet said. She ran her fingers through Chastity's hair. "Is this RT hair? Are you an anime?" Chastity smiled. "I don't know about RT hair. I got it in an autodoc. No to the anime. I have a fully biologic brain, not a biotronic packet." "I can't cut this." Chastity looked around. "Why not?" "You'll miss it when it's gone." "No I won't. It doesn't fit under my helmet. Opponents pull my hair when I'm fighting." Although, technically, this had only happened in the virtual world. "It's a pain to keep looking nice. It gets in the way when I fuck. I have to put a sock over it to keep it out of the spokes on my bike." "I can't cut this." "You can't or you won't? Look, lady, I'm not an anime. But even if I was, do you want that kind of trouble? That's Earth First crap." "I'm an Ecologist, not a Firstie. But they have some good ideas." "Yeah. Mass murder to save lives. They tried to kill the Debbies." "Do you think harvesting is any less murder?" "The Ecologists blew up the dam at Itaipu. Do you support that?" "Restoring the ecosystem." "They murdered ten thousand people." "How many died making that dam?" "That's not the same and you know it." "How many will die if the rain forest stops making oxygen?" "Itaipu is not in the rain forest. Hey, I'm out." Chastity stood. "How much do I owe you for the nails and the tweezing?" "Sit. I'll cut your hair." "No, you won't. Bill me out, please." ******** Linda chuckled as they left Leaping Sally. "You've gotten political." "I think I'm allergic to stupid people." They found another salon just outside the mall, the Hard Time Sitting Health Club and Spa. "I don't know about this place," Linda said. "The Hard Time or the Hard Time Sitting?" "If the manicurist is named Fred and he is covered in prison tats, I'm out." Chastity smiled. "Deal." The stylist was small but fierce. Her name was Marseilles Tejas. She had black hair, very much like Chastity's - long and straight and shiny and down to her knees. Chastity said, "I love your hair." Marseilles smiled. "How do you get it so shiny?" "Blood of a virgin." "I'm safe then. Please tell me you can cut my hair." "That's what I do." While cutting Chastity's hair, Marseilles touched the leather bag that hung in Chastity's cleavage. "What's in the bag, sister?" "Shards of a saint." Marseilles crossed herself. "Which saint?" "St. Arlan. It's just an old tooth. Want to see it?" "No." Mother and daughter both got their hair cut at the Hard Time Sitting. Afterwards, Linda examined her hair in the mirror. "This is a little short for me." "I don't know why you got it cut to match mine." "Because it twits Roy." "We don't match in the boob department." "You won't be feeding that baby forever." "Eveline says I can use her machine to get a breast reduction." "Eveline?" "I'm not calling her Evil except when she asks for it." "That woman has been asking for a name like that for decades. You two are besties?" "She wants to match-make me with Drake. I'm not sure how I feel about that." "He doesn't like tig 'ole bitties?" Linda touched one of Chastity's breasts. "I don't think he discriminates. It's Eveline who doesn't like them booby." "Careful." "I have to think about that." "Don't break her heart." Chastity choked on her Cactus Jack. Time to change the subject. "Hey, um, Star?" Linda glanced over. "I got a warning today. A certain someone monitors my specs. He knows when we talk about him." "Don't talk about him. Easy." Chastity nodded. "He knows that you're doinking Roy." Linda thought about that. She sighed. "I'm supposed to spend a weekend with Roy." Linda shrugged. "Why are you still fucking that man?" "Why are you?" "Because I'm ... oh, fuck." She nodded. "Roy has something on you?" Linda snorted. "Roy is a joke. If it isn't Roy it would be someone else." "Yeah. Seven of them." "I can handle Roy's vices. You, however.... Are you okay?" "I'm okay." "We could trade. You still have that office-wear, right?" "It won't fit." Chastity hefted her boobs. "Abonne is around the corner. I have a remote this weekend. The secretary on my specs knows everything you would need to know." Chastity chuckled. "What amuses you?" Chastity grinned. Linda looked puzzled for a moment. Then she blushed. "Oh," she said. "You could ... um ... ayuh. My secretary knows everything you'd need to know. Okay?" Chastity shook her head. "No, Star, I'm ... I'm good. I asked for this." "How? Why?" "I called the man and asked for an expensive favor. This is ... this is his price for looking into it. For even asking, maybe." "Why do you wear those specs?" Linda asked. "Because he would find another way to bug me. I don't want to make him work for it." Chastity considered her Mem2 - and how much less privacy she would have if Brennan monitored her thoughts, too. "He gets cranky when I make things difficult." "Save us all from cranky tyrants." She patted Chastity's knee. "Offer stands. Let me know. I could ask Evil for a boob job." She jutted out her chest. "We can match again." ******** Joi met Chastity at the door. "I like your hair." She handed the baby to Chastity. "He's been asking for you for hours." Joi grabbed her jacket and her purse. "I'm taking Marion out to a job interview. We should be back by two." She kissed Chastity on the cheek. Chastity had planned on playing PASsport all night. Instead, she played with the baby. He fell asleep on her chest.