Soapy Day Care

Kina pushed the door open and found Jenaveve waiting, already smiling like she knew exactly why she had come. They sank onto the couch. Jenaveve leaned in and asked how the week had treated her. Kina exhaled, said babysitting had swallowed every spare hour, and that she needed to spend whatever she had earned on something that actually felt good. Jenaveve’s smile widened, slow and sure, and she told Kina she had come to the right place. Their conversation turned toward choices. Jenaveve described the “all-girl” package—made for women who wanted the attention turned entirely on them—voice low, eyes never leaving Kina’s face.