Call Patty. On a 10+, she's hot to trot, go out for a barbecue picnic

"Oh, poor baby," Patty tells you. "All stuck at home with Mary out?"

"Yeah. Can't really drive yet. Maybe in a week or two," you say. "And then the good doctors are gonna have to give me the go for when I'm ready for long haul. So I'll be kicking around here for a couple of weeks. How're you keeping?"

"It was gonna be a nothing day," Patty says. "You want me to come pick you up?"

"You're singing my song, Patty. Gonna dispatch yourself my way?" you say.

"I surely am, Brian," she says. "How are you for stairs?"

"For you, Patty, I can make it to the second floor," you tell her. "I'm just a little slow. No mountain climbing."

"Heh, I'm still in my boot," Patty says. "Just for walking around, and I'm done with it next week. How about you, Brian? You got anything you need kissed better?"

"Might do," you say. "Might very well do. I'm pleased to find you free. I thought your dance card was always full."

"Don't ask," Patty says in a withering tone. "Don't ask. Maybe I will switch back to hitting on girls."

"Gotta respect that," you say. "Comes to that, Mary'd love to get together with you for some prayers and pussy worship."

Patty laughs. "You and Mary," she says. "You're goddamned adorable."

You laugh. "Just don't say that gosh darned swear word in front of her," you say. "Oh and by the way, still no beard. Probably gonna grow it back on my next long haul. I'm shaving 'cause in between there's stubble, and nobody likes that."

Patty laughs. "No matter which lips you're kissing," she says. "I like you fine either way, beard or babyface. On my way."

You pat your phone with its pictures of young Tom giving the long strokes to your wife Mary. You remember how one of the other drivers got caught out, and take a few minutes to move your treasures to a locked folder. You brush your teeth, comb your hair, and get ready for Patty.

You're waiting on the front porch, your cane across your knees, when Patty's pick-up comes rolling up your driveway. It's a shiny red oversized beast with a locking bed cover. She's got pedal extenders and a booster under her butt to put her at the right height for driving. She finally got state plates for the pick-up, so no more Canada, but her rear bumper still has a maple leaf flag on each side. You teased her once about getting a maple leaf tattoo on each butt cheek, and she told you not to try her, maybe she would. Not yet, as far as you know.

"Hey Brian," Patty calls out the driver's window. "Hop in, baby, let's go!" She punctuates it with a "beep-beep!" from the horn.

You walk carefully down the front steps of your double-wide castle on its asphalt pad and walk over to the passenger side. It's a little awkward to pull yourself up and in, but no matter.

"My ray of sunshine," you tell Patty. "My voice from afar."

Patty laughs. "Just for that, I'm gonna go to the auto parts store first."

Patty's just there to get wiper fluid and a new packet of waxed chamois wipes for the pick-up. She comes back with her supplies and a grimace on her face.

"Everything okay, Patty?" you say.

She shrugs. "Falls in the 'don't ask' department, but basically Mister Bad Date was there with some chick rocking a complete Daisy Duke look. Except with fake tits. I mean. Anyway."

"Take you to lunch?" you say.

"Now you're talking, Brian. But how about take-out? I know a place..."

Patty does indeed know a place. You would not have expected you could get good Delta barbecue in your town, but here it is. And not an arm and a leg, either.

"Patty, you are full of surprises," you say. "My mouth is watering."

"Haha, I'm full of surprises because you never see me outside the dispatch office," Patty says.

You start fooling with one of the takeout containers, and Patty slaps your hand. "Psht, Brian!" she says, "Wait till we get there."

Patty turns onto a rutted dirt road, half-overgrown with weeds. After a short, bumpy drive, she parks in a grove of regularly spaced, but gnarled and neglected trees.

"Apple trees?" you ask.

"Yup," she says. "Spooky old house over the hill. We're not going there. Just here." She unbuckles her seatbelt and slides over to the middle of the front bench seat. "No, no!" she protests as you raise your hands toward her perfectly respectable tits. "Food first."

"No arguments from me," you say.

You have 0 XP, -1 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, Whip it Out, and Submissive (Mary Forbes).

You might try Whip it Out (roll +Control, +1) to tempt Patty to have your dick for dessert, or Tell Her (roll +Hot, +0) to ask her if pussy is on the dessert menu for you, or Make Her Beg (roll +Hot, +0) to tease her until she tells you what she's really wanting today.

What's your next Move for your nooner with Patty?