Luck or Providence, on a 10+, choose three.

You follow Mary's old car up the winding country road. She turns off at a post studded with blue, yellow, and red reflectors, and heads round a bend and up a slope to a broad paved area with a double-wide manufactured house.

The afternoon sun slants through the trees. It's nice weather for wintertime, brisk but not cold enough to freeze or to make you uncomfortable out of doors, especially in the sun.

You help Mary unload the car into the kitchen. You perch the clean dry clothes on top of the broken washing machine. Her house is angels and kitsch, bible verses and affirmations. On the fridge are pictures of her girls in their college sweatshirts. You're pretty sure that the blonde with the big grin is Shasta, and the brunette with the sweet smile is Sarah.

Mary makes a melodramatic gesture, cupping a hand to her ear and looking right, then left. She smiles, winks, and turns off her cellphone. She laughs. "We barely get any service out here anyway," she says. She inclines her head. You turn off your phone.

"So, Gloria," she says in a stage whisper. "Did you want some of my pie?" She bends her knees outward, puts her hands together in front of her pants, and sweeps her arms open.

"Yes, Mary, I do," you say. "Very much." Your mouth waters at the prospect.

Mary takes your hand and leads you to the master bedroom. She kicks the door shut behind you and tugs her blouse out from her pants, starting to undress.

"Mary, may I undress you?" you ask.

"Oh hon," she says. "Of course. Of course."

You undress Mary Forbes and lay her down on her marriage bed. Above the headboard is an embroidered blessing saying This is my command: Love one another. -- John 15:17, and a framed piece of calligraphy saying A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.

You pull off your clothes in a hurry and settle down between Mary's legs.

"Oh hon, yes," Mary says. "Yes."

When you eat her, on a 10+, choose 3.

• You eat her ass.
• She cums.
• Take +1 forward.
• No trouble or complications.