Circumstances Scene 42

“Do you like it when you get changed?” he asked, finally.
Chastity was confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you like it when you get changed,” he repeated.
“Well, I like being in a clean diaper, that’s for sure,” Chastity said, her confusion unabated.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Jack said. “I mean… do you like it when you get changed? The action, not the result.”
“Oh,” Chastity said. “Well… I’d have to say no.”
“Why?”
“Well, do you like it when you get changed?”
“Not really, no.”
“Why not?” she asked.
Jack frowned at her. “I asked you first.”
“Fine. No, I don’t like it when I get changed because… it’s really weird to have some stranger… um…”
“Cleaning you up?” Jack put in helpfully.
“Right,” she agreed. “It feels really weird.”
Jack nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured.
“Haven’t we already had this discussion?” Chastity asked after a moment.
“Probably,” Jack conceded. “But with your newfound attachment to this whole thing I was curious to see if you like all aspects of it.”
Chastity’s expression softened a bit. “Well, I could certainly do with my continence returned and strange nurses absent.”
“Jean and Mary aren’t that bad,” Jack said.
“That’s true, but they’re still strangers to me, professional nurses or not.”
“Point,” Jack conceded.
Silence lingered for a few moments, but Jack didn’t try to get back into his book. It was just as well that he hadn’t, because Chastity wasn’t inclined to remain idle. Apparently, books could only hold her interest for so long, Jack thought to himself. “Come on,” she beckoned, now standing in the doorway.
Jack looked at her in confusion. “To where?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know… somewhere else, I guess.”
Jack was sorely tempted to debate the point, but decided against it. He would have lost, anyhow. In something resembling defeat, he marked his page, stood up, and followed Chastity to a darkened section of the third floor. “Tell me again why we’re here?” he asked.
Chastity gave an impish shrug. “So I like the spookier parts of this building,” she murmured. “Deal with it.”
“Okay then… but that still doesn’t explain why we’re here,” he pressed.