Talk him down

"Breh, I get it, pimpin' ain't easy in this day and age, but this bae is fine and clearly doesn't deserve your fucking shit. So sit your ass down!"

"Why you?" the fat ass responds. He really is an ugly man; teeth missing, neckbeard growing, a few scars and terrible breath. Ugh. Suddenly, you see him going to strike you with his other hand, and his fist looks pretty solid. Not taking any chances, you give a little kick behind his knee, which causes the man to lean too hard to his left. He goes tumbling right where the blacksmith was doing his work, falling into a bunch of his tools. It looks bad, but more than that, a small, spare hammer leans over a table next to where the man fell. You see a small butterfly daintily land on the hammer's head. In the next moment, the hammer falls straight onto the man's head. It all happened so fast, but man, that hammer falling down on his head looks like it fucking hurt. Despite a few extra gurgles, the man is motionless.

"Simon!," the woman yells, going over to inspect the man. The old blacksmith also goes to inspect the man; unsure of what to do, you merely stand and wait to see what happens next, not quite sure if the situation requires you to make yourself scarce.

"Father!" comes another, feminine voice. You see a woman who looks to be in her early 20s approaching; with similar facial features and another pair of banging hit titties hiding underneath her clothes, you realize this is indeed the mother's daughter.

"Abernathy, go fetch a cart for us to place him in, he is clearly hurt," the mother says. Abernathy nodded, giving you a quick glance before going and fetching a cart.

The next couple of hours were a blur to you; you and the old blacksmith picked the man up and lifted him into the horse-drawn cart Abernathy had provided. Together, you and the two girls, along with the cart's driver, brought the fat jerk to a nearby church, where he was put down in a comfortable looking bed, attended by several bed nurses. By the time it was all over and you had gotten back to the town square, the sun was already beginning to set.

"Your husband is alive," a bed nurse finally tells the mother. "But his injury has caused him to slip into a very deep sleep. We'll attend to him the best we can, but he may be asleep for quite awhile."

"I understand," the mother says. Her expression is stoic, but maybe you caught the hint of a smile of relief? Regardless, the mother turns to look at you.

"My name is Rebecca," the woman says, finally turning to face you. Now you get a better look at her, and as you do so, your mechanic piece speaks to you in a plain voice. Her name is Rebecca Miller, she's 40, tall, with long sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and plump, F cup titties.

"'Sup Mrs. Becky?" Rebecca gives a few curious glances, but proceeds. Behind her, sitting on a nearby bench, Abernathy watches you intensely.

"Well, I know you're the one who indirectly caused this accident, but I understand thou sought to do whay you thought was best. Simon has struck me before, and I can't say I appreciate it. I thank thee."

"Ain't no big thang," you respond.

"You have a most curious dialect," Rebecca responds, but moving on. "Well, come along Abernathy, we need to get back home, Florence must be worried sick about us by now."

"Wait," Abernathy said, standing up and approaching you, biting her lip before speaking. Your piece now gives you information about her; Abnernathy Miller, exact age of 23, with ruddish hair, brown eyes, and nice DD cup tit-tas. "Stranger, do you have a place to stay tonight?"

"Nope, just me all by myself. So lonely, so lonely," you say, while giving Abernathy a wink that her mother doesn't catch.

"Mother, may he come with us? "

"Abernathy!" Rebecca says with a pout putting her hands on her hips. "We can't invite a stranger, kind as he may be, to stay with us. What will our humble village think of us?"

"Please mother? At the very least, we could use someone to walk us home, seeing how we don't live too close to here," Abernathy pleaded. You turned to look back at Rebecca, who glanced at you from top to bottom. It was quick, but you saw her also biting her lips while looking at you.

"Both women are showing high levels of arousal from your presence," Alejandra says to you through the ear piece. "Press the advantage!"