Circumstances Scene 31

They reached the ground floor and headed back towards their rooms. Jean and Mary were waiting, and when they arrived they took their charges into their rooms and changed their diapers. The two teenagers emerged with their cheeks only moderately flushed compared to previous changes. Within five minutes they were back in the Crown Victoria and heading into town for the second time that day, but this time driving through fallen and falling snow. No one felt like another restaurant, and Jack suggested a Burger King—he spied it out his window—and to his casual delight no one objected. Jean decided to go through the drive-thru rather than go in, and each person rattled off her (or his) order to Jean. Jack ordered two whoppers with cheese, a medium fry, and a large drink, Mr. Pibb, in this case. “Jeez,” Chastity whispered from her seat. “I wouldn’t order so much if I were you; it’s all going to end up in your diaper, anyway,” she whispered to Jack.
He looked at her smugly. “So is yours.” She stuck her tongue out at him but remained silent. Jack retreated into the safety of one-eared iPod usage after the food was handed into the car. Mary held the big bag of food and the drinks while Jean drove. This time around Jack was listening to Nightwish. Chastity was once again looking out her window, but without the aloofness that had been present that morning. Jean was apparently of a mind to have them eat in the building, and so that’s where they went. Chastity and Jack adjourned to the entertainment room to eat while Jean and Mary retreated to their offices. Jack greedily devoured his burgers and fries, and Chastity couldn’t help but swipe a few when the opportunity arose. “Hey! Those are mine!” he protested around his food.
She smirked at him playfully. “Not anymore,” she said and then popped them into her mouth.
“Thief.”
“Animal.”
“Baby.”
“Liar.”
“Um…”
Chastity looked at him. “Couldn’t think of anything to follow that with, eh?”
Jack shook his head. “Nope,” he said, and then bit into his burger again.
“Ugh. Pig.”
“Beef, woman. Not pig.”
Chastity scoffed at him. “What did you call me?”
Jack looked at her oddly. “I called you woman. Not like I lied or anything.”
“What a chauvinist thing to say.”
Jack shrugged. “When we men are eating, the meal is about all we think of. Maybe we’ll converse over how things would be better if women went back to serving us unconditionally.” Chastity slapped him across the arm again. “Ow!”
“That’s right,” she declared.
Jack shrugged and shook his head. “Whatever,” he said and went back to demolishing his food.
“Jerk.”
“Woman.”
“Pig.”
“Woman.”
Chastity laughed. “What kind of comeback is that?”
Jack smirked at her. “One that works.”
“Oh? And how’s that?”
“You can call me whatever you want, but no matter what you’ll still be a woman.”
She made a face at him. “Fine, you win.”