STALK Dot after getting her a coffee milkshake at the Atomic Truckstop

The coffee place downtown is closed today. A bit of looking around on your phone reveals that a diner not far away does classic milkshakes.

Dot looks at the picture of the gleaming stainless steel mixing cup and tall glass milkshake goblet. "Hey, old fashioned style. Let's go."

You treat Dot to a coffee milkshake. Your server is a buxom brunette lady in her forties with a big smile and a ready laugh. Her thick brown hair is tied up in a bun. Her pink-skinned fingers are tipped with enameled nails trimmed to smoothly curved short points. A name badge clipped to her apron reads MARY. Underneath is a pin with a winged angel with hands joined in prayer, and another pin reading GOD IS LOVE, with the letter O done up as a Valentine heart with a Cupid's arrow in the word LOVE.

There are two big soft breasts under the top of that apron. Dot sees them too. They're restrained by a brassiere, but not tightly restrained.

"Oh, no, sugar," Mary answers the question Dot asked to keep her at the table. "It's been fifteen years since there's been an actual truck stop here. We may be the Atomic Truck Stop Diner, but we're all that's left. You need a truck stop, it's a few miles up the highway." She nods. "All right, two waters, one apple pie, one black coffee, one coffee milkshake."

She turns and leaves to get your order in motion. Her apron is tied with a broad white ribbon in a big loopy bowknot. Her buttocks are broad and firm under the back of her dark knee-length skirt.

Dot giggles. "Guess you caught me looking?" she says.

You laugh. You say, "Haha, My eyes are up here?, you mean?" You tilt your head down, hold your hand palm down at the tip of your nose, and tilt your head back up.

Dot laughs.

"So if we're looking together," you say, "what do you think of Nurse Bates?"

"Gloria's got it too," Dot says. "Can you believe that when I was in high school I was wanting tits so bad that I started saving up for implants?" Dot holds her open palms under her small breasts. "Haha, after my first date in college, poof, never thought about it again."

"So all it took was a date?"

"Well, not a date date," Dot says. "More like Hey, you're cute, wanna make out?" She laughs. "Now that girl was stacked. Later she told me that she'd gotten really forward about making the first move because she'd gotten tired of pushing away people, guys, girls too, who that's all they saw, and they weren't bringing anything other than I LOVE YOUR TA-TAS."

You sniff, smirk, and nod.

"What was your dating life like, Anna?" Dot asks.

"I never dated," you tell her. "I had girl crushes. I did some making out at parties. You know the ones with slow dance music and sparkly lights that go all night? Kissing and hands everywhere. Or grinding on each other, you know? Sometimes she would make me come, or I would make her come, or both. But I never saw the girl again. I couldn't figure out how it worked. I had my vibrator. That always worked. Sometimes I would say yes to a man, or I would go find one. Men work almost as well as vibrators for me. But if we ever had sex more than once, he would always get awkward or want things I could not give him. So only once. Actually, there was my dormitory RA before last summer. When I asked him to do me, he would put it in me and do me, I would come, he might come, and that was that. Then he graduated."

"Wow," Dot says. "How did you end up here?"

"Last summer I stayed on campus. My department had a housing board. They matched me up with a nursing student. She had a lot of sex and liked me to watch. Sometimes she asked me to join in. Some men, some women. Sometimes if she couldn't get a date she'd ask me to bed. She liked to hear me scream when I had an orgasm. She was the first person I had oral sex with. When I saw how much she enjoyed anal sex, I asked her to teach me. I learned a lot."

"Oh," Dot says. "I had no idea."

"Yes. So when I heard about this nursing volunteer program, I was hoping that there might be other nursing students like Whitney Greenleaf."

"How's that working out?" Dot says.

"Jennifer is very much like Whitney Greenleaf, except Jennifer is lesbian, while Whitney was very much bisexual. Like you said, I suppose I attract lesbian cougars?" You smile at Dot. "Do you like lesbian cougars?"

Dot blushes under her freckles. "Some?" she says. Her voice drops to a whisper. "M-my literature professor. I stayed over because she was going to give me a ride to the airport. We were almost late because we were having sex half the night. She kept my sex toy bag for me because I was too scared to take it on the plane. God, I feel so embarrassed. I didn't know she was bisexual. I didn't know she was married. I think she was cheating on her husband with me."

"At least she wasn't doing it at work," you say. "Like Brenda Box."

You and Dot share a laugh at that.

Mary comes back with a tray and sets you each up with a glass of water, then the slice of apple pie for you, Dot's coffee milkshake in a tall tapered glass on a round base with a fat straw and a spoon, alongside the stainless steel mixing cup with more milkshake.

"Be right back with the coffee, sweetheart," Mary says. "Do you take cream?"

"Yes!" Dot squeaks.

"Did you want coffee too, hon, on top of your milkshake?" Mary asks.

"No, no, sorry," Dot says. "I don't know why I said that."

"Oh dear, hon, I have days like that too," Mary says. "Not to worry, we're all God's children." She turns back to you. "Cream, hon?"

Mary has a sweet face and a nice smile and you're sure the top of her dress shouldn't quite show the lace trim around her bra cups but there it is.

"No, ah. No thank you, I like it plain. Black," you say.

"Back in a twinkle," she says.

You turn to Dot and point your fingers at your nipples, fully and decorously covered by a bra and a loose top. "Cream?" you say.

Dot hides her face in her hands and sighs. "Yup."

"Greta has big tits too," you say. "Medium big. Would you like to see if she's around today?"

Roll +COOL(-1) to STALK Dot: 11 - 1 = 10. On a 10+, she's alone and ready.

Dot parts her fingers to peek at you. "Yes," she says quietly. She lowers her hands and takes a deep breath, composing herself.

"Do you know what picture you want to give her?"

"I think so."

"Your sex answers too?"

"Y-" Dot starts.

"Coffee, black," Mary says. She puts a heavy glazed mug in front of you and fills it up. "Just give me a wave, hon." She pauses, looking at a booth in the far corner. "If you need me to freshen it up. I won't hover. Looks like you gals are having a serious talk."

"I'm sorry," Dot says. "I'm just having kind of a silly day. Don't mind me."

"Bless us all, then," Mary says. She smiles and dips her head, leaning a little forward.

Dot sits on her hands and restrains herself from diving into the top of Mary's apron.

Mary goes over to the corner booth. "Now you run along, ladies," she tells them. "God loves love and so do I, but once it gets to hickies, ladies? Time to get a room."

Two young women in T-shirts and ripped jeans allow Mary to gracefully shoo them up out of the booth. One picks up a skateboard.

"And that means a room elsewhere," Mary tells them, "Not the ladies' room." They take it in good humor. "See you later, sweethearts," she tells them. "Be safe."

"Bye Mary!" they say.

Dot stares. "Are both of them going to fit on that one skateboard?" she asks.

"The one in stocking feet has skates in her shoulderbag," you say. "How is your milkshake?"

"Oh!" Dot says.

"My treat, remember?"

Dot laughs. "You're a real sweetie, Anna. Unless saying that makes you cry."

"Not anymore," you tell her. "How is it?"

Dot takes a deep draw from the thick-barreled straw, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sigh. "Heavenly," she says.

There is quiet eating and drinking. The apple pie is good. The coffee is fine. The water is fine. Mary bustles about. She comes by to give you a coffee refill. Dot gets a water refill. Dot stares at Mary's breasts as she bends down toward the table to pour. Mary smiles. Dot blushes. There is more quiet eating and drinking. Dot relaxes and smiles.

Dot pats her belly after finishing the tall glass with the first part of the milkshake.

"You want the rest, Anna?"

You accept. It joins the pie and the coffee inside you.

Dot laughs. "You slammed that down like a shot. No ice cream headache?"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting," you tell her. "And I don't get headaches."

"Lucky," Dot says. She reaches out across the table and takes your hand. "Let's go, then."

You sit in the car, holding hands and looking at each other. It feels good. Dot is smiling. There's a little bounce to how she tilts her head. She's breathing a little faster, and her nostrils widen as she breathes in.

The coffee and the sugar are doing the trick. Or Dot is sexually aroused.

Or both.

"I suppose that I should call Greta," you tell Dot. "Unless you want to make out with me. I'm sorry to be titless."

Dot laughs. "I like you already, Anna. You don't need big tits." She smiles. "Up to you. I'm happy either way."

You squeeze Dot's hand. "I am thinking that we will want more private parking than we would need for just making out."

"I think so, too," Dot says.

You have 2 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control), and know the Character Moves Ass-Licking and Masturbate.

What's your next Move?

• STALK Greta Lehrer with Dot to deliver your pictures and sex questionnaires: +COOL(-1)
• Find a quiet place to go further with Dot and either MASTURBATE, +CONTROL(+2) or TELL HER what you want to do, +HOT(-1).