Uphill. On a 7-9, you GET OUT OF TROUBLE, but it will cost you your house.

You and Cheryl sit on a turquoise vinyl couch in the county fire station, wrapped in rescue blankets but otherwise naked.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the nice young fireman says. "We couldn't save your home."

Your purses, your cellphones, everything. Shasta and Sarah's graduation pictures. Your angel posters and statues. The words above your bed on love and on marriage. The old bed where Shasta and Sarah were conceived, each time with your man Brian giving you his wiener from behind, back when you felt ashamed he liked to spread your cheeks and look at your dirt hole while he was loving on you, the old bed that ended up in Shasta's room where she'd given her body to her worthless boyfriends with loud cries of joy as their love arrows took her to Heaven.

You've got your car, your job at the diner, your man out on the road, your daughters away at their colleges.

You take the young fireman's hand and give it a squeeze. "That's all right, hon," you say. "I still have everything that's important." You smile at him, take your hand back, and tuck your blanket up so you're not flashing a titty at him. "I'll let my insurance agent know. He warned us about this, you know. And thank you for offering us showers. Little firehouse like this with a ladies' locker room."

"About ten years, ma'am," he says. "My big sis was one of the first."

"Do you want to stay at my place, Mary?" Cheryl asks.

You smile. "I could even drive you home," you tell Cheryl. "You know, I think our swimsuits are out in the car. We don't have to be naked."

Cheryl nods. "You don't want to be driving wrapped in a blanket," she says.

"Unless maybe your husband wants to pick you up. Or one of your grown boys," you say.

Cheryl laughs and blushes. "My husband's at work, so probably one of our sons, if my husband can get hold of them. Otherwise my husband, a little later."

"Your man might like seeing you wrapped in a blanket," you tell Cheryl.

"He might," Cheryl says. "He's a sweetheart, and he likes taking care of me."

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +3 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, and the Character Moves Truth, Mistress, Mind Control, and Touch Yourself.

Some possible Moves:

• See if you can have a little fun with Cheryl while you change. After all, she was just starting to eat your pie. Roll +HOT(+3) to TELL HER to eat you out in the little closet that's the lady firefighters' locker room.
• Give Cheryl a ride home and stay at her place. You can roll +COOL(0) to STALK one of her menfolk. You could even keep your hands off him using TOUCH YOURSELF. Or just go along and be sociable and rest in her guest room and don't bring trouble to her home. Cheryl's shorter and rounder than you, so you can't easily borrow her clothes.
• Drive to Mandy's place. You've slept over with your friend, co-worker, and sometimes lady-lover more than once, and you could borrow her clothes. Roll +COOL(0) to STALK Mandy.
• Drive to your insurance agent's office. Explain the situation, start the paperwork, and STALK HIM. Roll +COOL(0).
• Let Cheryl get picked up. Stay and STALK one of the county firemen. Maybe that nice young fellow. Roll +COOL(0).