Showering with Betty Box. Take TOUCH YOURSELF.

The shower rains down on you and Betty Box. Brenda's stepdaughter, not that much younger than herself, Tom Box's daughter by his first wife, whom Brenda had helped reconcile with her father and bring back into the fold, along with her brother Tommy.

Betty's about thirty, but shows some signs of having an eventful, sometimes hard life in her twenties -- sun-wrinkles, burn and cut scars on her hands and forearms, a few lines elsewhere marking where cuts had been stitched up. Slack skin like she'd lost weight. And tattoos. Luck and fate and tears, roses and knives. THIS ASS BELONGS TO MARTHA tattooed on her lower back.

You massage shampoo into Betty's short dark hair. She sighs. "You've got the touch, Gloria," she says. "You're sure you've never touched another lady till this year?"

"Just a few months," you say. "It's a whole new world for me."

You're still not accustomed to sharing a shower with a lover who isn't a man, who isn't your husband Vincent. But the past few months have blown your world wide open, ever since Mary Forbes did whatever-that-was to you and opened your eyes to the desirable women you're surrounded with all day, workmates, trainees, and even the Chief of Nursing, who nearly died when you ate her out, from an orgasm-induced heart attack. And Julie Paul, another nurse, like you, a part-time lesbian, married to a man, who became your almost-regular lover. You were starting to like showering with Julie.

Betty rolls her head under your massaging fingertips. "God, that is just heaven," she says. "You might even give me another, just like that."

"I'm glad you like it," you say. "Do you have anyone you're with?"

"Too busy," Betty says. "A job and a half, digging myself out. Just hook-ups. Gals I see once. Getting Brenda on my side was a real godsend. You're gonna ask her?"

"I will," you say.

You miss Julie and hope you'll be able to see her again more regularly. After that little incident with the new nurse, Linda McBee, you were on the outs. Your boss Maggie Baxter -- she of the heart-attack orgasm -- helped engineer a reunion, with a tearful, sobbing orgasm from Julie at the tip of your tongue, followed by hugs and comforting. And then Maggie setting up a double-ended toy to give Julie a hard fuck. Maggie liked toys. Maybe it helped Julie to forgive you that Julie had had her own little incident, stopping her car on the shoulder of a hillside road to receive cunnilingus from a nurse trainee which turned into a runaway car, a broken arm for Julie, and a broken collarbone for Cara. Both you and Julie know first-hand the powerful, delicious seductive power of women open to other women's desire.

"God, Gloria, you're winding me up with your fingers, just in my hair," Betty says. "I wanna touch myself."

Like Betty Box.

"Please touch yourself, Betty," you say.

Spend 5 XP and take TOUCH YOURSELF from the Character Moves in Create a Female PC. You still have 5 XP.

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, Truth, Group Sex, and Submissive (Julie Paul).

You may take +1 Forward vs. Brenda (Truth), or +2 Forward to get Brenda and Betty together.
When you get a chance, you may take +1 Forward vs. Jeannie Goodchild in Labor and Delivery.

Take +1 Forward vs. Betty from your previous Move.
Roll +HOT(+2) (+1 Hot, +1 Forward) to tell Betty Box to TOUCH HERSELF.

Roll: 6 + 2 = 8.

On a 7-9, she needs convincing.

"Aw, I dunno," Betty says. "I'm kinda shy about jilling in front of other people."

You lean forward and whisper in her ear. "One of the most beautiful things in the world to me is a woman in orgasm. The way she moves. The way she sounds."

"Ahhh," Betty sighs.

"It's a powerful thing for a woman to give herself joy," you tell her. "I want to see yours."

"Ooooohhhh," she whines.

You wrap your arms around Betty's slick, soapy chest. "Show me. Give yourself love," you tell her.

Roll +COOL(0) when Betty Box goes to TOUCH HERSELF for you.