You wake to Mary shouting praises to Heaven

One Roll Engine, Pacing Move, d6 = 3, An NPC Takes Action.

Alice talks Mary into witnessing in the body.

There's a little vibration, a little thump, thump, thump, that makes it into your dreams and lifts you slowly toward wakefulness. But the pain pills for your healing leg make you a deep sleeper, and you drift along with that faint little sound until something brushes the beard on your cheek, like the way your wife likes to run her fingertips through it sometimes.

"The angels are coming, the angels!" Mary calls out from nearby. "PRAISE BE TO HEAVEN!"

You jolt awake. Mary's upraised foot brushes your cheek, her toes curling with the first wave of her climax.

"HEAVEN! Alice, take me to HEAVEN!"

Your wife's voice is as the resonance of sounding brass, but Paul's epistle has no rebuke for her for she means every word. To Mary, God is Love and Love is the presence of God.

The light is dim, from the television channel guide and the hall, but it's plenty good to see.

Mary's on the corner of the couch next to your recliner, her bare legs splayed wide and high, as Alice Colt, the young Amazin-Smiles driver, kneels on the floor, her blonde shag haircut most of what you see, with her face in Mary's bush, delivering joy, joy, joy to your wife by worshiping her heavenly gates with lips, tongue, and fingers.

As Mary's climax ebbs, you start drifting off again. There's whispering and movement, but that's all she wrote until the morning light.

The next morning, you wake to the sound of conversation at the table. In a double-wide manufactured house with three bedrooms and two baths, fine as yours is, there's not a lot of room between the kitchen, the dining table, and the living room, or TV room. You're a little stiff, meaning your back and arms and legs, not so much Old Number One, but the smell of coffee perks you up, and you drop the footrest and raise the backrest and maneuver yourself to a standing position.

"Oh there you are, honeybear," she greets you. "Sit down and let me get you a cup."

As Mary rises from her chair, her robe falls partway open and you can see some marks around her nipple like someone has been sucking hard on her titty. You suppose Alice must have had a second helping that you weren't awake to see.

Alice grins at you, one of your chipped and stained old mugs in her hand. Half your mugs are diner castoffs, half are angels, with a couple from Sarah or Shasta. Alice's layered blonde shag haircut looks like a dandelion puff. She's wearing one of Mary's house dresses which fits her like a tent.

Mary pulls her robe back into place, fetches you a cup of coffee -- it's Sarah's Flower Fairies mug, not actually angels -- and catches you up.

"So Alice and I were talking last night about getting you fit for duty again, honeybear," Mary says. "Alice, what an angel, toting you all around yesterday after the hospital dropped you at the wrong house!"

"Delivering Smiles, just like it said on her truck," you say. Alice hides a big smile behind a sip of coffee. "Yes, Alice bootlegged me down the hill, got me into her daddy's old pick-up, and we just hung around talking and catching up about what happened after Deenie took off, before she ran me up the hill and she decided to stick around and wait for you. We found out from Taylor that Deenie's going to be getting out of the army, back in town, and staying with her mom for a bit, so Alice ought to look her up."

"That's right, honeybear," Mary says, "Alice has been such a help already. She had me call the hospital number, and Dr. Breedlove said that they didn't have a nurse free to visit us, but that the hospital outreach bus was going to be just over the hill from us today, and the nurse they would have sent us for occupational therapy is with the bus today, so I said yes of course, honeybear."

"I guess it's up into the shower for a sponge bath and up over the hill, then." You look at Alice. She's got a sly look in her eyes. "You're quite the help, Miss Colt."

"Oh I forgot, honeybear, Alice is coming along with us, she had a special, I mean, she told me she hasn't been with a young man, and well, as part of this occupational thing, she said she'd asked to be part of it. Did I get that right, you said okay?"

Old Number One goes straight to full attention. You're sure from the look in Alice's eyes that she's smirking behind that coffee mug she's holding with both hands.

You clear your throat. "I told Alice to ask you, yes."

"Well, of course then," Mary says. "This is my commandment."

Alice looks blank.

"John fifteen-twelve," you supply. "Mary and I have it over the bed. This is my commandment, That ye love one another."

Mary nods earnestly.

Alice lowers her coffee mug and grins. "You told me yesterday, Mr. Forbes." She takes a deep breath. Her blonde bed-head isn't quite heroic, but her layered haircut makes rolled-out-of-bed hair into almost a statement.

"Let's find something for you to wear, Alice," Mary says. "Your clothes from last night are all dry, but I think for a visit to the nurse, well? Anyway I think Shasta has some old things that would fit better than anything I could give you."

"A checked shirt and jeans are presentable, but I'll let you two figure it out," you say. "Anything that'll fit you is something Shasta's not wearing anymore. Just set me up on the shower chair and give me the scrub brush."

(Game mechanics follow below).

You have Hard -1, Hot 0, Cool +1, Control +1, 0 XP, and know the Character Moves Eat Pussy and Submissive (Mary Forbes, wife).

Describe who's at the hospital outreach bus, what else is going on there, and how things start with the occupational sex therapy session, then roll +Hard (-1) twice for FUCK Mary and for FUCK Alice. (Don't use Eat Pussy for this one, because you're doing this the hard way!)

One Roll Engine, "Set the Scene", suggests (2, 1) "An obstacle blocks your way / otherwise not an Altered Scene" but if you'd like, it's (1), "a major detail of the scene is enhanced or somehow worse".

NPC suggestions from One Roll Engine: 8C d6=1; 3C d6=5, KS; 6D d6=4, AH.

• Specialist (Physical), unremarkable = the janitor at the location hosting the bus, an outreach nurse, the outreach bus driver.
• Drifter (Physical), unusual equipment, Dignified (Mystical) = high-end sexual disability accommodation equipment. A traveling contract nurse doing sex therapy.
• Soldier (Technical), quirk or mannerism, Unique (Social) = this is literally Alice's friend Deenie, an army jeep mechanic.