MAKE HER BEG: Tease Rosemary as you do a little shopping

"You know, as long as you're driving, I could do with a few groceries before we head up the hill on the county road to Brian and Mary's."

"Sure thing, Deenie," Rosemary says. She chats you up about what's happened since you'd last seen each other on the night she watched her boyfriend fuck you to orgasm heaven, then disappeared from town.

"The Army." is your answer. "I'm staying with Mom for now, well, I was until Mary and Brian needed a housesitter. Then I'm probably looking for an auto mechanic job. That was my MOS. Or a fleet manager, I was in charge of the motor pool."

"So how's your love life?" Rosemary asks. "Did you do anything with my lessons?"

You smile. "You got me off to a galloping start. My other job in the Army was dick hunter. Just like my motor pool staff, a bunch of gay boys and serious dick hunters. I kinda followed their lead, hook up, have a good time, but pretend I had a steady boyfriend back home. But if I couldn't score any dick, I never struck out. There was always some soldier girl with her tongue hanging out for me."

"I don't doubt it, Deenie. Just look at you. I couldn't take my eyes off you. So strong and confident."

Rosemary lifts an arm to make a muscle. She isn't a slouch herself. Maybe drags her music equipment around by herself. Make camp, break camp isn't just for soldiers.

She drives you to the Co-op Grocers for bread, milk, cheese, a couple of frozen pizzas and a can of chili. Plus a six-pack of beer.

You look over at her from the cooler. "You a beer drinker? I can get another pack."

"Red wine, I'm not choosy," Rosemary says.

Rosemary waves you away from the fruit and vegetables. "Produce market, Deenie. These are hard as rocks, limp as noodles or wilted like last week's salad."

The fruit market is a walk-up opportunity to tease Rosemary Bean. Now that you've been talking, it's been like no time has passed. Is she chasing you with her tongue out like the inevitable soldier girl who doesn't hunt dick?

Long golden bananas, fragrant ripe peaches, juicy tomatoes and smooth firm cucumbers, a basket of strawberries that needs to be eaten today. You pick them up, sniff them, slide your fingertips over their skin. Loose carrots, carefully examined, stroked along the full length and then around the tips. You ask for samples of the fruit to taste it.

And you make sure Rosemary is looking.

Once you're out in the parking lot again, you ask, "You got anywhere else you have to be, Rosemary? Or do we have time to really catch up?"

You lick the strawberry juice from your lips but your chin is still sticky.

Roll +Hot(2d6 +1) to MAKE HER BEG: 7+1 = 8. On a 7-9 Rosemary begs you for one thing.

"Nowhere I gotta be, Deenie," Rosemary says. She smiles at you, a vision wreathed with sun-touched copper hair. "Haha, except maybe the shower. Making music outside in the summer gets me hot and sticky."