The Weight of the World

"Bear the weight of the world! Take the blame and protect Claire from your mom," the voice said.

Target > 35

1d100+8 Roll = 39

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 9

Zoe hears the voice of the Lord and knows it's her duty as a daughter to intervene and help Claire against the dreaded mom stare. Claire, after all, is only trying to spare Zoe's mom from having to see the half-naked Lucas with his blue balls in the ladies' room.

Clearing her throat, Zoe steps between her mom and Claire. She touches her mom on the arm and says, "Look, Claire is just trying to spare your eyes. There's this perv touching himself in the ladies' room. We asked him to leave and he refused." Lying to her mom would be wrong, Zoe knows, but this is more of a slight twist of the truth, not an outright lie.

Mrs. Bellamy crosses her arms over her chest and all the anger evaporates out of her stare. She laughs. "Is that all? I'll handle this, girls. The two of you can run along. Zoe, I expect you'll be home in time for dinner."

Claire looks uncertain as she steps aside. She says, "Are you sure, Mrs. Bellamy? I don't want to leave you alone with Lu... with some perv."

"I'll be fine, dear. I don't care who he is. He won't say no when a pregnant women tells him to get out."

Zoe grabs Claire's wrist and tugs her further down the hallway, saying, "She'll be fine, really. She has mom strength and she's a fricking black belt." Once they round the corner, she turns to Claire and asks, "You have to tell me about having sex with Lucas. Did that sleazeball coerce you somehow?"

In the distance, Zoe hears the ladies' room door swing shut before Claire answers, "Nope. Not unless him showing me that big dick counts as ****. I like a good dicking, and good dicks are hard to come by around here." A playful grin teases at her lips. "Say, have you ever seen your stepdad naked? I can never tell if he's packing in the suits he wears."

Zoe blanches. "I uh saw him in the shower once? I don't want to think about him naked. And I just told you my mom is a black belt, so you'd better not think about him naked either."

"Right. That's a good point. Guess I'm stuck with Lucas. Assuming he ever stops being a douche." Claire peeks around the corner to look down the hallway. "Speaking of which... he still hasn't come out, and I'm not seeing your mom either."

Zoe looks around the corner too and shrugs. "I'm sure she's fine. Probably talking his ear off. And you should uh watch how you talk. It's not proper for a young Christian lady."

Claire snorts. "You want to talk about what's proper for a Christian lady? Let's go see if Lucas was telling the truth with all his boasting." She pulls Zoe back down the hallway this time, the pair walking up to the ladies' room door. Just outside it they can hear moaning and what sounds like the thumping of someone being bodily pushed up against a stall door.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.