STALK Shasta and Sarah. On a 7 find them in a public place

Mary sighs and rolls her shoulders under your hands as you spread soapy, fruity-sweet scented lather down her back. Her shoulders are dotted with a few sun freckles. Her shoulder and upper arm muscles are impressively developed from her diner job. If Mary took up a low-carbohydrate diet and lost a little subcutaneous fat, you imagine she'd pass for a body builder from behind.

"Bless you, Gloria," Mary says. "I hardly ever have someone to wash my back. My honeybear's back home, thanks to you and all your nurses -- he's happy to be back on his feet, but can't stop saying how much he loved eating nursie pie kneeling over his face. God bless him, such a dog of a man, my Brian -- but since his leg is still healing up, I do more washing him than he does washing me."

You scrub Mary's back gently with a washcloth and work your way down to her broad hips and full buttocks, muscled tautly under their soft outer curves.

"That feels so lovely, Gloria," Mary says. "Glad it's you washing my backside. My honeybear Brian, he'd spend half the hot water just soaping my big ol' behind, bless him. My Brian is such a bustle hound, sniffing after ladies' rear ends, not just big like me, he loves 'em any size like that little cupcake who works dispatch. Naughty man always wants to play with my poop hole, I declare, and my knees are still all shaky from you loving up on me. Ooooh! Gloria, hon, that tickles." Mary shivers as you spread one buttock aside and stroke the soapy cloth over her anus.

After you're out of the shower, you take turns drying each other off with Mary's pink towels with a border of angels singing and playing harps and trumpets. While Mary pats you dry, her home phone rings.

"Probably Brian and my girls heading on home," Mary says. "I'll put something in the oven and call it dinner. You wore me right out with your woman loving, Gloria hon. I'm fixing to take a nap."

You feel a flush of pride and renewed desire. The fervor of the newly converted, you think. Decades of hunger coming out all at once.

"My pleasure," you tell Mary.

The call rings through to an answering machine.

"Mom, are you there? Can you pick us up?" comes a young woman's voice.

"Oh, bless it," Mary says. "A man may work from sun to sun..." Her voice trails off into a loud yawn.

"But woman's work is never done," you finish Mary's sentence. "Let me pick them up. You just take it easy."

"Oh Gloria, that would be such a gift to put my feet up for a bit."

Mary calls back Shasta, as it turns out, who's in town with her sister Sarah where there's plenty of cellphone signal unlike up here in the hills where Mary and Brian's double wide house is set up on their own parcel off the county road. Shasta and Sarah have somehow managed to miss a connection with their dad.

You say hello to Shasta, find out where to meet them, and copy down Shasta and Sarah's cellphone numbers.

You leave Mary snoring on her marriage bed, amidst her angels and inspirational decorations, with a pillow under her knees but otherwise nude, her her large breasts slumping aside, knees parted, full-bushed pubic mound prominently displayed over her open labia majora revealing her fleshy pink genital folds crowned by her hooded clitoral head, wafting mouthwatering scents into the warm air of the manufactured house. You resist the urge to dive tongue-first into Mary's lovely and enticing vulva. Instead, you swallow and blot the incipient drool from your lips.

You tiptoe out to your car and get rolling to pick up Mary's daughters, back in town from college.l to visit Brian and Mary.

On a 7-9, you find Shasta and Sarah together in a public place.

You have 4 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, and the Character Moves Lesbian and Truth.

Where do you find them and what's your next Move?