On a 10+, choose three as Cara tells her story (Truth)

You leave Julie's bed and cross to Cara's side of the double hospital room.

Cara's pulse and respiration look good on the monitors above her bed. You check her treatment schedule and see that you have some time before the next scheduled visit from a nurse. If all goes well, she may be discharged tomorrow. Probably Julie as well.

Cara is a petite, curly-haired blonde in her twenties, but her cute face, energy, and unguarded good humor make her seem younger.

Cara opens her bright eyes when you pull up a chair to the side of her bed. Her gown is loose in front and you can see the curves of her small breasts. Her nipples are obvious through the thin fabric. She's wearing a sweet, girlish fragrance, but underneath you scent the heat of her perspiration. You look at the monitor and see she's running a little temperature.

"It's all right, Ms. Bates," Cara says. "I usually run a little hot."

"Cara," you say. "I want to make sure that I can help you and Julie the best I can. I may be asked to make some decisions about you and I want to understand what's going on."

"If anything has to happen, make it my fault," Cara says. "I don't want to hurt Julie." She looks in your face. "Ms. Bates?"

"Cara?"

"Your lipstick is smudged," Cara says. "There?" She reaches out to touch your lower lip, toward the chin.

You turn to find a reflection of yourself in an unlit monitor screen and dab at it, then turn back to Cara.

"Still there," Cara says. "Let me." She takes a tissue from beside her bed, moistens it on the tip of her tongue, and wipes the bottom of your lower lip. "Got it."

Your pulse rises again. "Thank you," you say, controlling your voice as best you can.

You look at each other for a moment while you compose yourself. What do you want to know from Cara? Or perhaps, what do you not want to know? You've had a good career here, until today. Maybe it's already over. You lick your lips nervously.

You run through in your mind the increasing tally of women at this hospital who are sexually active with other women. Gina, Julie, Cara, Brenda. And just today, yourself and June. under some strange spell from Mary Forbes. Since last year when Lorelei Prowse had said goodbye to Julie Paul up until last week, if anyone asked, you could have named one, Gina Palatino in HR.

"Cara," you say, "is there anything unusual about the volunteer program? About how you were recruited to it? Does it have anything to do with how you and Julie started your..." what is the right word? "...love affair?"

Cara clears her throat and answers. "About recruiting?" she says. "I don't know, you know. Maybe how Brenda picked us? She recruited a bunch of us, mostly from her old college, or from other chapters of her old sorority. Mostly for me it looked like a good deal, the money and the credits toward pre-nursing." Cara looks up and to the side. "You know, I think...huh. I mean, I talked to some of the other girls. The thing we all had in common?"

Truth: When you ask Cara about other girls, roll+cool. On a 10+, choose 3.

• Cara names another girl she wants to fuck.
• Cara names another girl she is fucking.
• Cara names another girl she wants to watch you fuck.
• Cara names another girl she loves.

• Cara names another girl she hates.

  Take +1 Forward to act on Cara's answers.

Choose three and describe Cara's story.
You may take +1 Forward vs. Brenda Box, the volunteer coordinator, from Julie's Truth answer.