The condom broke. On a Miss, take Mona to the clinic

GET OUT OF TROUBLE: Roll 2d6 + COOL + (+1 forward) = 5 + 0 + 1 = 6, Miss.

You didn't notice until you got home, because, well, you figured it was easier to just put yourself away and clean up in a place with good light and running water.

Staring at your cock, with a rip in the condom -- too tight a fit ("So big, Joe, ohhh, I'm gonna..."), too vigorous a ride from Mona, not enough lube, maybe just bad luck.

In fact, you're tired enough that you don't remember and don't even think about it until a few weeks later. Your chest has healed, mostly, and Karen Yoshida invited you back for an afternoon quickie up her hot, tight ass after you cleaned her pool.

Mona calls you on your day off and begs a ride to the Urgent Care because she's been throwing up for a couple of days and feels too wiped out to make it by herself.

After an hour wait, Mona emerges from the exam room and pokes you in the shoulder. You tuck away your phone and look up at her. She's still pale and a little sick looking. She's carrying a prescription sheet and a pen or maybe a little tube or something.

"Joe?" she says. She holds up the tube so you can see.

It's an early pregnancy test showing + + +.

You blink. She's crying.

"What's the matter?" you ask.

"I thought, I mean, my doctor told me I couldn't get pregnant," Mona says, sniffling. "Joe, I know, this is a terrible time, kinda, but this might be my only chance. My only chance. I'm gonna, I mean, I'm gonna keep it."

"Oh," you say. "Okay, um."

"I mean, you don't have to say anything right now," Mona says.

"Yeah," you say. "You want me to take you home?" you ask.

"Take me by the drugstore," she says. "They wrote me a scrip to settle my stomach. And I'm gonna get some vitamins and about a gallon of Pedialyte."

It's a hell of a day for a day off. You don't even know what you think about maybe being an instant daddy. I mean, Mona is a good gal, and a good friend, but this feels like the deep end.

Your head's kind of spinning a bit. What to do, what to do.

On the way back from the drugstore, Mona's in the front passenger seat, swallowing her first anti-nausea pill with a gulp of baby rehydration fluid from a square bottle.

You've heard it's good for hangovers, too. You can't speak to that yourself, either the hangover or the recovery. **** knocks you out asleep before it makes you sick, or really very drunk.

"You think you could handle a slushie?" you ask Mona.

"Sure, let's give it a try," she says.

You stop by Slush Puppies on the way to her place and get a couple of cola slushes.

What to do, what to do.

You have 3 XP.

You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1.

What to do?

• You're kind of turned on. You're thinking about tonight, not tomorrow. Roll +COOL(0) to see if Mona is too.
• Lean into being responsible. Roll +COOL(0) (custom move) and describe the course of Mona's pregnancy and your assistance. On a MISS, you end up apart. On a 10+, name Mona's baby.
• Talk Mona into an arrangement. (Custom Move/Tell Her). Roll +HOT(+1) (+2 Hot, -1 forward) to make it clear that your dick is still a free agent. On a 10+, she agrees, take +1 forward. On a 7+ you work out a deal. On a MISS, it's some kind of mess.