Alice Colt begs to be part of your porn movie of a life

Roll 2d6+1 to MAKE HER BEG: 9 + 1 = 10, on a 10+, she begs for 3 things.

Alice's civvies are plain, a pair of clean blue jeans with worn knees and a little too much room in the seat for her little buns, a belt with a keychain lanyard, a red and black check button-up shirt and a way oversized denim jacket with the cuffs rolled back. She's still wearing the ribbon around her neck with the mountain climber spring clip. Her face is a little flushed and her nostrils flare as she takes deep breaths.

Pit stop, uh-huh? Your story must have gotten her motor running. Or Doctor B's panties.

She helps you into her pickup. "I'm dying for a coffee, but I wasn't going to spend another minute in there off the clock. The boss would see me and give me another job to do. Let's go."

You're sitting in Alice's beat-up but shiny clean old pickup truck. "My dad's, it's about all I have left of him." The bumper has stickers with the American flag and POW-MIA flag on one side, stickers with THE CRATER for the lesbian dance bar by the college and a yellow WARNING DRIVER HAS PMS on the other side. The gun rack has a broom and a long handled brush in it. There's an air freshener with a winking babe, head and built shoulders and tank top and big tits with one hand on the bill of a grease stained ball cap with the legend underneath SUE'S CUSTOM PICKUPS.

Pickups, yeah. Alice was flying her "pick me up, ladies" flag pretty high.

At least it was an old American model with enough room to fit your walking cast.

She has a big cup of coffee. You have a small one. You're parked behind the truck stop on the highway next to town.

"I had no idea," Alice says. "I thought I knew from being Deenie's friend, I mean, that you taught her to fix cars, and you were sorta her mom's fix-it guy for her house and car. But you were her mom's boyfriend, until Mary stole you off her?"

"Well, more like Mary kinda stole us both for herself. Not that Mandy and I are complaining. Well, Mandy complains a little, but she's getting lovin' from Mary pretty regular, and from me, pretty steady off and on."

Alice laughs loudly, shaking her head so her dishwater blonde shag tosses around a bit. "So this was going on all this time? Share and share alike? And here I thought your wife was just, like, the angel lady who worked at the diner and had a Bible study group."

"Mary is all that, and more. She loves love, and it loves her back just as much Ladies, men too if I'm out of town. She keeps the oven warm for me. Just like I have some girlfriends on my regular routes."

Alice's face is getting pink, and her chin is trembling like she's trying to hold in a laugh. "And all that in the hospital? Mr. Forbes, your life, your life, it's, it's, ah."

"You can just say it, Alice."

"LIKE A PORN MOVIE!"

"I cannot deny it, Alice. I am blessed."

"LIKE A PORN MOVIE BLESSED BY JESUS! I LOVE IT! SIGN ME UP!"

"You're half my age, or Mary's, and aren't you, pardon me, Alice, a lesbian?" You point at the curvy triangle spring clip Alice wears that she's been fiddling with. "Where do you see yourself fitting in, I mean, besides being my guardian angel today?"

"Why does any of that matter? It's love. You and Mary have it, Brian. Your cup's running over and mine is empty."

Alice is crying, big hot tears.

"I can't hold onto a girlfriend and you and Mary and Mandy, you can't lose one. You charmed the PANTIES off a woman doctor who's GAY MARRIED to another woman! Why can't I have that?"

Because you're young and in an all-fired hurry to find The One True Love, Alice?

"Dr. Breedlove is married?" Oh right, Didyma Breedlove did wear a ring. "Gay married?"

"Gay married? A little bit. Her wife Dr. Fawn Rogers is my gyno specialist, and every time she gives me a pelvic exam she tells me my little muffin looks just like her wife's. Fawn's wife has the same PMS stuff I do, too."

Alice's bumper sticker with WARNING DRIVER HAS PMS wasn't a joke, then. Same pussy, same PMS. But Alice has little buns and tits where Didyma Breedlove has big ones.

"So Alice, is there something you wanted from your old friend's not quite stepdad? I mean, it's not like I know how to hook you up with other girls." Though you have a guess that your daughter Sarah might. "I mean, girls that'll stick around, right? You're finding them at The Crater, maybe try a place that's less of a hookup joint. Or ask Mary, though I guarantee she'll tell you to pray on it. Maybe some other advice. Like finding you a junior version of her ladies' prayer group."

Alice wipes her eyes and looks straight at you. She clears her throat and takes a deep breath before she asks.

What does Alice beg you for? Choose 3 from the list in MAKE HER BEG, keeping in mind she wants to help with your occupational therapy (Protect / Recent Events).