7-9: Kate demands to see the photo, assigns more homework

You reach one hand in to your pants, to see if you can possibly get hard in time for a quick picture, but whether out of humiliation from its previous showing or from the pressure of the sudden expectation to perform, your dick has gone beyond flaccid to the scrunched up state of terror usually reserved for cold water. There is zero chance of getting a hard-on in a reasonable amount of time.

When you get out of trouble, roll +cool. On a 10+, you do it, no problem. On a 7-9, you can do it, but it will cost you.

For this mixed success, Kate will not be disgusted by the photo and will not lose Desire, but you still have to show her the photo and she will still make a followup request.

You know where this is going, and the k is typing indicator appears before you finish your first reply.

k: or are you telling me you had no inspiration
s: and, it's the worst picture of me ever taken
s: no that's not it at all
s: it's just that this is quite possibly the worst picture of anybody ever taken, not just me
k: what do i care
k: cough it up
k: hell, now you've got me excited

Rubbing your temples, you hope Kate's sense of humor will skew this way. After all, it's a horriffic picture of you and you laughed. The use of the word excited also gives you some hope. You post the photo to #show. The upload finishes, and you switch back to #tell. Several seconds pass, and your uneasiness increases. The radio silence draws out to ten seconds, then fiften, then thirty, as the queasiness in your stomach rises to a feeling of bile in your throat. Is she disgusted? Angry? Is this whole little ... thing that you two have between you just done without another word? Just how badly have you misjudged this situation?

Finally, the k is typing indicator appears.

k: AHAHAHA
k: what. the. fuck!
k: this is maybe the greatest thing that i have ever seen

Relief rushes over you.

k: did you get shot?!
s: i was startled, yes
k: by what? a swat team entering your room?
s: no
s: there's zero excuse for it
s: it's just amateur hour
k: did you just wait too long to get out the phone?
s: i got hard and i was setting up to take a shot and was just overcome by it
s: for lack of a better word
s: it all happened more quickly than i expected

There is another pause.

k: just from that? oh, you sweet summer child
k: exactly how much pent up sexual energy do you have
s: it's surprising to me, honestly
k: yes i can see that
k: well, thank you, i haven't laughed that hard in
k: ever i guess
s: to be fair i laughed when i saw it too
s: no lie, though, when you took a while to respond i was more than a little worried
k: i didn't respond because i started **** and fell of my damn bike
k: i'm on the trainer in the basement and was unfortunately taking a drink of water when you posted
k: i snorted the water so hard that it caught in my throat and i started coughing and couldn't breathe
k: while simultaneously losing my balance and falling off the bike
k: anyway it took a bit for me to be fit to post again
s: i guess that makes sense

Your eyes drift away from the phone, imagining the scene. You wish you could have been there - that kind of laughter is contagious, and a joy to experience.

k: ok, real talk
k: 1) thank you so much for not immediately deleting that and being brave enough to post it
s: had i not gone to clean up right away i probably would have
k: 2) do you work out? at all?

Your heart starts to beat a little faster. It's one of those things that you know you should do, but ... you've just been lazy. Why care? Rachel certainly doesn't seem to care, and why would you? You are acutely aware of every flaw in your body, and also aware of how on display those flaws were in that photograph.

s: not really
k: why not? you're on the road constantly, what excuse or distraction do you have?
s: no excuse, i've just never done it
k: new homework, then. schedule it in. at least put in some cardio and body weight stuff like pushups and situps
k: i would say try some lifting too but don't hurt yourself
k: give it at least two weeks of honest effort, i swear you will feel amazing and not want to stop
s: i guess i can do that
k: i'm telling, not asking, worker sean
k: homework.

You have 3 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus and Old Habits Die Hard (2). Desire levels: Kate +0, Rachel -1.

What do you do? Continue the conversation, beg off to go to sleep, try and start something up?