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Miss Cindy, why we don't do something with that AI?" Kandi Broussard asked.
"What?" Cindy asked, pulling her eyes from the mounting bracket she was affixing to the crotch of a large panda bear.
"You know, AI, AI; that Automatic Input stuff?" Kandi asked.
"That ain't what that stands for," another woman said, looking up from her sewing machine. "My kid's got one of them Hello Google or Alex things. AI is Alexa International."
"What? No it ain't. AI's App Interaction," a girl said from the packing section.
"Actually, it's Artificial Intelligence," Cindy smiled indulgently. "But, Kandi, what would we use this AI for?"
"You know. I mean, someone's um, um, you know, with one of our um..." Kandi blushed, flailing her hands in frustration.
"Fucking one of our sex dolls?" the woman at the sewing machine suggested.
"Getting stuffed by one of our stuffed fuck bears?" the girl that was busily stuffing the packing non-latex foam pellets into a Raggedy Boy teased.
"Y'all," Cindy cautioned her employees.
"And um," Kandi whispered, humiliated by her co-workers' teasing.
Kandi Theresa Breaux was used to being ridiculed. She was bone-thin, with no breasts or buttocks, long stringy carrot orange hair, a plethora of carrot orange freckles and a buck toothed smile.
"One boy. She'd had one boy tell her she was pretty. Then, after he fucked her, he told all of his friends what a stupid, pathetic whore she was. They all had a good laugh at the ugly scarecrow.
She'd been delighted when Miss Cindy had hired her to sew basic patterns. She was in awe of the beautiful blonde woman. Then, meeting Alana Breaux, Miss Cindy's wife, Kandi was nearly speechless. Both women were beautiful, blonde, possessed bodies Kandi could only dream of even as Alana was eight months pregnant, and were loving, outgoing people. She averted her eyes whenever one or the other addressed her.
On her third day working for Alana's Playtime, Alana approached Kandi while Kandi was eating her lunch. In typical Kandi fashion, Kandi found something on the polished tabletop to be of extreme interest. She mutely nodded her head when Alana asked if she could sit.
Easing her eight month pregnant body onto the chair, Alana bluntly asked Kandi if her being gay was offensive to Kandi. Kandi looked up, mouth agape. For the first time, the girl looked into Alana's worried eyes.
"I, no! No ma'am, it, it's just, I mean, you, you're beautiful and so what? Um, outgoing and..." Kandi admitted.
"I wasn't always so outgoing," Alana confided to Kandi.
"What? You, you're joking, right?" Kandi gasped.
"No. Before I met Cindy? I, God, I just kind of lived in the shadows," Alana admitted. "See, I was a foster kid; no, no, I know. You always hear such horrible things about foster homes. Mine was actually pretty good. But, I just, I just never fit in anywhere. Then one night, I met Cindy at a Newhart's and she kind of pulled me out of the shadows."
So now, even though she could look one or the other in the eye for a few minutes, Kandi was still painfully shy. And, even though she knew there was nothing wrong with what they manufactured, she still had trouble telling people where she worked and what they made.
She'd made the mistake of telling Kassandra, her four year old niece that she worked at a place that made big teddy bears. Kassandra immediately demanded one for herself. Krystal, Kandi's older sister just smirked at Kandi's discomfort. But then again, that had always been Krystal's demeanor; the beautiful blonde former cheerleader delighted in pointing out how inferior Kandi was to herself and to her four year old daughter.
"God, my niece wants a bear now," Kandi moaned to Alana as they sat to eat lunch together.
"How old is she?" Alana smiled. "And, even with an employee discount, I don't think your first paycheck will cover..."
"She's four," Kandi said.
"Aw!" Alana sighed, smiling. "Is she as pretty as her Aunt Kandi?"
"Prettier," Kandi said, shaking her head. "She's the spitting image of my big sister."
The next day, Kandi saw a two foot tall pink velour bear and two one foot tall bears, one in pink and the other in light blue velour sitting in the chair at her sewing machine. She gaped at the adorable, quite chubby bears, then looked around. She saw the smiling face of Miss Cindy looking at her.
"My wife told me a certain little four year old girl wanted her very own bear," Cindy said, then continued to tighten the mounting bracket of a Raggedy Boy.
There was even a large pink velour bag to carry the bear family in. Kandi burst into tears, hugging the plush animals to her flat chest.
"Guess you officially an employee now," one of the women opined from her sewing machine.
"Yep," another woman agreed. "Oh no! An LSU bear? Miss Cindy, I really got to make an LSU purple and gold bear? My husband will divorce me!"
"Oh good grief!" Cindy said. "If you don't tell him, I certainly won't."
But even after six months of employment, Kandi still had trouble saying, out loud, what they manufactured at Alana's Playtime. Cindy was tolerant of the industrious, dedicated employee's little oddities. When she'd been a stripper, she'd not exactly broadcast her occupation to everyone.
"You know, it, um, it would say stuff like 'you're so pretty' and 'I'm so lucky you chose me' and..." Kandi whispered, face flaming a deep red.
"In other words, it would interact with..." Cindy mused.
"Yes!" Kandi let out her breath, elated that Miss Cindy understood her thoughts, as scattered and haphazard as they were.
"Kandi, that is just brilliant!" Cindy enthused, placing her hand on Kandi's forearm. "Oh my God, I, I need to get right on that!"
"Momma C; someone's not behaving for her mommy," Alana called out, carrying Deanna Breaux into the work area.
"Translation; someone's Mommy wants a nap," Cindy laughed, taking their five month old daughter from Alana's arms. "Who's the prettiest little girl in the world? Huh? Who's the prettiest little girl in the world?"
"That really is a good idea, Kandi," one of the seamstresses complimented as Kandi started on her next pattern.
"Oh? What? What'd you do?" Alana asked, clutching Kandi's hand affectionately.
"Well, you know that AI stuff?" Kandi said.
After Alana woke from her nap, in time to breast feed Deanna, Cindy returned to her workstation. She smiled as Kandi finished sewing a Raggedy Boy's mop of light brown yard to the doll's head.
Turning to the woman that had sewn the LSU bear, Cindy asked, "So what is your favorite color? I know it's not purple and gold."
"It's cobalt blue. You know, that blue that's so dark it almost looks black?" the woman said.
"I had a boyfriend; his favorite color was gray. Couldn't explain it, just loved the color gray," the girl at the packing station offered. "You believe that? Gray everything all over the place."
"Kandi?" Cindy asked. "Come on, get in there...why do they make these screws so small?"
"Uh, who's the one orders them that small?" the cobalt blue fan said.
"No one asked you," Cindy said.
"Um, really? I guess its red," Kandi said, even tugging a lock of her orange hair. "I know, red heads aren't supposed to wear red, but I just like it."
"Blue. Sapphire blue," the other seamstress said.
Then the girl at the packing station made a comment and they were on a new topic. Clipping the printed order slip to the Raggedy Boy's left hand, Kandi looked at her next order. Because the topic was about men/sex, Kandi had nothing to offer so just worked on a Raggedy Boy with bright red hair.
A few days after the suggestion about AI, Cindy quietly asked Kandi to park her car by the rear door of the shop. She offered no reason for her request and Kandi did not ask for one, just meekly did as she was asked.
At the end of the day, Cindy asked Kandi to come with her. With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kandi followed Cindy to the rear of the building. Alana's smile did nothing to reassure Kandi as they entered the small hallway that led to the rear door.
"I didn't want to do this in front of the others; I know you're a little bit shy," Cindy smiled, pausing by a cardboard box next to the rear door.
"A little?" Candi offered, wincing as her voice croaked.
"But, this is the very first Alana's Playtime AI Model," Cindy said, pointing to the large box.
"And we wanted you to have it," Alana said excitedly.
"And, Kandi? For every Alana's Playtime AI Model we sell?" Cindy smiled as Kandi gaped at the box and at the two blondes. "Every one that we sell? You'll get a twenty five dollar bonus."
"I what?" Kandi gasped, elated.
They sold dozens of the bears and Raggedy Boys and Raggedy Girls every month. Kandi tried to do the math in her head then had to admit defeat. But, twenty five bucks for every AI Model was sure to be a lot. She was sure it would really be a hit with their clients.
The box was not particularly heavy, but it was bulky. Kandi lugged the box to her car, now realizing why Miss Cindy had asked her to park in the rear of the building. She felt a tear form in her eye; she worked for such wonderful people.
Right after Kandi graduated from high school, Kaleb and Kimberly Broussard had announced their divorce. At first, Kandi tried living with her mother, but the non-stop bickering and complaints wore on Kandi. No, she didn't think it was right that her father now had a twenty one year old girlfriend but she still loved her father. But any attempt at defending her dad, her mother took as a personal slight.
Living with Krystal and Krystal's boyfriend Bobby and Krystal's four year old daughter from a high school boyfriend that had bailed the moment Krystal divulged her pregnancy had been uncomfortable, and expensive. Bobby didn't work, so every time he or Krystal turned around, they were demanding more money from Kandi. Finally, Kandi managed to somehow save up enough money to move into a third floor efficiency apartment in the Queen's Court complex.
Lugging the box up two flights of stairs, Kandi was grateful for the anonymity the plain cardboard box afforded her. She really would not have known how to explain hefting a sex bear up the stairs.
"Hey neighbor," Charlie Godchaux smiled as he stepped out of his apartment just as Kandi passed his door. "Aw, hey! Why you didn't come get me? I would have carried that for you."
