Miss: Your daughter does not believe your lies

There is a knock on the door, and the muffled voice of your daughter comes through it. "Mommy? Are you ok?"

Roll +cool (+1) to calm and dismiss your daughter (get out of trouble).

2 + 1 = 3: Miss. Your daughter does not believe you, and this is certainly the end of any sexual interaction with Rachel at this time.

You lean against the door, and speak through it. "Just another nightmare, honey."

"It didn't sound like a nightmare," comes the reply. Her voice is suspicious. "It sounded like a fight. I want to talk to mommy. Mommy, are you OK?" The handle of the door jiggles, as she attempts to open the locked door.

You look back at Rachel, who has not moved other than to hug herself through her disheveled pajama top. A trickle of your cum is oozing out of her pussy. She does not seem to intend to respond, so you snap your fingers, and gesture at the door.

"What?" Rachel is clearly dazed, staring at the ceiling. Her voice has a flat quality to it.

"I want to talk to you," your daughter's muffled voice comes through the door. The handle jiggles again. "Let me talk to you."

"Really, I'm fine," Rachel says again, distractedly.

The door handle rattles more violently. "Open the door, I'm scared," your daughter says.

Rachel sighs, and sit up to grab the bedsheet and pull it over her exposed lower half. She levels her gaze at your naked body, and you realize that you can't both unlock the door and hide yourself beneath the sheet like her. You grab the comforter off the floor, wrap it around yourself, and turn off the light before unlocking the door. The second the door is unlocked, your daughter comes barrelling in, running to the side of the bed by Rachel. Good thing I covered up.

"Mom! Are you ok? I woke up, and you were screaming, then I heard a crash and Dad shouted." She turns and looks at you accusingly. "You shouted a bad word."

That's funny. I don't remember shouting anything. "I did?"

"You did." You can't see it in the darkness, but you can hear a slight smile in Rachel's reply.

God, I must have blacked out for a second when I came. You massage your temples with the hand not currently holding the comforter around you.

You can just make out your daughter's expression in the dim light, and she staring at you with anger. "You did! And you were mad, I could tell. And Mom has been crying, I can tell that too. You two had a fight!"

You reassure her that that was not the case, that you just both had nightmares. Your daughter demands you turn on the light so she can "check Mom's face for bruises," but even after that is done, and despite Rachel also holding to the "it was just nightmares" lie, it is you that she stares at darkly when she finally stalks out of the room, convinced to leave by a promise that you will leave your door open for the rest of the night so she can hear "if you start fighting again."

After your daughter has left the room and you doubt that she will storm back in to put forward another argument, you walk to the bed and slide under the sheet before awkwardly tossing the comforter over the top of the bed. You do your best to arrange it with you already in the bed, then lie down to discover Rachel on her side, watching you.

"Some parents we are," she says softly, in a voice just above a whisper. Her face is obscured by shadow, but her tone is casual, almost conversational. Neutral. Unreadable.

Your daughter considers you a liar. Take -1 forward for any rolls against her.

You have 3 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus, and Take Direction (Kate). Desire levels: Kate +1, Rachel -1, Maria +0.