Jean indicated two highchairs that had gone previously unnoticed; Jack recalled that they hadn’t been there at breakfast. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I’m afraid not; part of regular policy is that product testers experience the product to the fullest, and that means you two are going to be served in highchairs.”
Chastity apparently wasn’t having any of it. “But… we didn’t know what we were getting into!” she protested.
“But you also didn’t resist staying here, and now you’re committed, at least for the interim. Besides, you two have had a long enough grace period; one day is more than enough. Now it’s back to work,” Jean said, not quite sternly, but there was a hint of iron command in her tone that signified to the teenagers that resistance was futile, which indeed, it more or less was. Mary came in just then with a tray of food. Jack and Chastity looked at it and their already sunken spirits sank a little further.

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