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Chapter 3 by Zingiber Zingiber

Who is your character?

Brian Forbes, hospitalized truck driver

Brian Forbes (Hospital Patient, +1 Hot)

Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1

Eat Pussy: You can fuck her with Hot. You don't cum.

Submissive: (Mary Forbes, wife). Take +1 on all rolls vs. your angel-obsessed, hot bi MILF of a wife.

You're a long-distance trucker. In every big town on your route, there's a gal who leaves the light on for you. You've also got a loving wife at home and two daughters off in college. This morning you were checking your truck back in at the depot before a homecoming you fully expected would quickly lead to you and Mary witnessing for joy in your marriage bed. But when Patty the dispatcher offered to check in Old Number One inside your pants, you couldn't say no. That led to you falling out of the cab of your truck and rather than landing atop Patty, you landed hard on the concrete. And now you're in the hospital with a broken leg, a drip line in your arm, and a hard-on you wish you could get help with. At least Mary knows about you and Patty, and you and the gals on the road, and if she doesn't exactly approve, she never has a cross word to say. Mary actually stole you away from your hometown squeeze, Mandy at the diner, so she's known about your shenanigans from day one. Mary's no innocent herself, despite her plain, simple dress, but every twitch of her hot tail is blessed by angels somehow. It must be true, with all she gets away with. But there's no mistaking your girls have your looks. Too much so, you think sometimes, that round baby face and a tendency to go soft in the middle.

Your afternoon nurse is June, a redhead who seems efficient if a little shy. But when she helped you with a bedpan, she seemed receptive to helping you out a little in front, until she was called away. Twice interrupted in one day, darn it. You hope your wife can come by before her shift at the diner and give you a little relief. Or maybe somebody can be convinced to give you a little hand lotion and some wipes.

At least your "semi-private" room doesn't have another roommate. That could be a mite awkward, or annoying if they snore.

You haven't quite figured out the routine here. They said something about maybe another X-ray, and there'll be another doctor by in a bit. Probably some clerk to double-check your insurance. At least that'll be solid.

Well, you're not going anywhere, so you'd best amuse yourself however you can.

Roll +cool(+1) to stalk a likely staffer, or +cool+1(+2) for your sweetie-pie Mary.

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