At Flagg Bowl, Brenda Box's monument to her past

The alley, FLAGG BOWL, is a place Jen would call "hipster" or Kelly, "retro" or Dot, a "funky old place". It smells of wood and leather and more faintly of pine oil and chlorinated disinfectant, and, contrary to the NO SMOKING signs, of tobacco. There is a cigarette vending machine with a coin slot and clear plastic pull handles like a chess pawn or a rolling pin grip. The machine is empty and dusty and unlit. The two-prong electrical plug dangles unconnected. Maybe people bring their own smokes. Maybe decades of tobacco smoke linger in the walls. The bowling alley mechanisms -- ball return, scoring lights, pin setter -- are solidly electromechanical. You like them better than things working by invisible electronic magic.

The walls are brightly painted with cheerful, abstract curves suggesting dynamic motion with an occasional tumbling pin or rolling bowling ball. The perforated ceiling tiles are supplemented by sound-muffling baffles hanging from short chains. You like the extra care. Without them the hard floors, rumbling balls, and tumbling pins would make the place an unbearable din. There's a SNACK BAR with a popcorn machine and a pizza oven and a bin with packets of chips and cookies and a tray full of candy and a tub of COLD DRINKS and two taps under the sign BEER marked LAGER and LIGHT.

Prominent in the glass-fronted display shelves are three Junior Champion trophies. Each one is topped by a chrome plated statuette of an idealized young woman bowler. Her wavy hair and pleated knee skirt fly back as if she was bowling into the wind. Each one is dated and inscribed with the name BRENDA FLAGG. There's a framed color glossy photograph of a much younger Brenda Box, and a newspaper clipping titled TEEN MOM CLINCHES CHAMPION HAT TRICK. You frown. Isn't "hat trick" a hockey term?

You try out the house bowling balls for size and weight. Your fingers are a little loose.

"Oh, hello Anna," Brenda says. "Looks like you have the same trouble I do. Most of these are drilled for bigger fingers. Why don't you try one of my balls."

The woman who conceived, fund-raised, organized, and is supervising your slightly irregular medical training program hands you a smooth pink globe. It's inscribed with what must be her initials, BFB, and a little curvy design like a star and a pea pod surrounding the finger holes. The star radiates from the thumb, and the pea pod starts halfway from the thumb hole toward the finger holes, flanking them on either side, and coming together in a point after a little inscribed dot like a single pea in the pod.

Jennifer peeks at the ball. "That's positively anatomical," she observes. "And then you're putting your fingers in...there?"

Brenda laughs. "Yes, she is rather anatomical," your program supervisor says. "And as to the fingers, I bowl with friends who appreciate the reference. I wouldn't take her just anywhere."

"What ball are you using?" Jennifer asks Brenda.

"This one," Brenda says. She hefts a red bowling ball with a black design incised around its finger holes.

The red ball has the same radiating ring around the thumb, but the finger holes? Oh. The pink ball you are holding is decorated with an anal ring around the thumb hole, and the pea pod with the pea and the finger holes is a vulva with a clitoris and two fingers in the vaginal opening. The red ball has the same ring of rotating lines around the thumb hole, but the rest of the engraved design traces the outlines of a penis root, two testicles where the fingers dig in, and the shaft and head of a penis extending a bit further past the finger holes.

"Oh," you say, mildly surprised. If she's so nonchalant about her sexual anatomy bowling balls, she's treating the bowling alley as an extension of her home. You make a mental note to be extra nice to your host, Ms. Box.

"How does the ball feel?" Brenda asks. "Are you comfortable using it?"

You turn it in your hands, put your fingers and thumb in the hole, and try an experimental swing. "It feels good," you tell her. "Thank you, Ms. Box."

Brenda laughs. "You can just call me Brenda. We're all just girls bowling together tonight."

"Can we get some food first?" Jennifer asks. "I came straight from Pathology with just enough time to shower and change."

In fairness, Jennifer had come straight from the basement storage closet around the corner from Pathology where you had pulled her by the arm and demanded that she stop teasing you and eat you out, vulva and anus. Jennifer was pleased, and had admitted that she was about to jump you if you had not made the first move. She demonstrated her keen interest and skill in eating you out, back to front. You were highly aroused and moving Jennifer along toward a fully mutual vulva-grinding sexual episode. Then Kelly had called. So here you were instead.

You cast your eyes around the little bowling group. Yourself, Jennifer, Kelly, Nurse Bates, and Brenda Box, and one more guest.

Roll +COOL(-1) to STALK someone: 12 - 1 = 11. On a 10+, you can find her alone and ready, and open for your interest. Detail her name, age, hair color, outfit and attitude.

Who is the other guest, and who do you try and pursue tonight?

If you're feeling exhibitionistic, you can try using Masturbate on two of your fellow bowlers instead of one.

You have 0 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control, and know the CHARACTER MOVES Ass-Licking and Masturbate.