Visit Lauren - the popular girl

Visit Lauren

“Yes”, you think to yourself, “I am exactly the person that this amazing artefact belongs in the hands of. Imagination is what is needed here and its not for nothing you are the second most popular dungeon master in your AD&D group. You have spent many a long interesting night with your cock in your hand imagining scenarios that you could involve yourself in if ever you could get your hands on an actual real woman (or even a tall dark elf with gigantic tits). However, I’m digressing, as a bona-fide dues-paid nerd of the first class and a face full of spots that deters even the remotest hope of a relationship, you have all the scripts you need ready to write in your wonderful rulebook.

It takes you less than 10 minutes to walk from the diner to the kerbside outside Lauren Gartner’s place. Its nice, but not particularly distinctive. Her parent’s Audi is parked outside the garage. The time is 7.30, and you guess that dinner will be cleared away. You haven’t met her family yet, because she barely knows you exist. A straight-A student, she’s in the popular set and likely to be in Harvard or Yale this time next year. You can see her now through the window, her familiar straight blonde ponytail swishing as she walked past. Her pert breasts in her t-shirt are etched in your memory, you would recognise her in sillhouete amongst a thousand others. You hurry along the street a little so as not to be seen then sit on the kerb and get out your pencil.

New Rule: “Everyone who lives in Palm street, Irvine, Virginia must go to bed at 7.35pm, and lie perfectly still and silent for 2 hours with their eyes closed.”

As you stand up, nothing obvious has changed. However as you walk back towards Lauren’s house a couple of people start to move. A middle aged man in overalls comes out of his garage and calls into his back garden. “Elvie! Come on, its nearly time.” And heads indoors. A moment later a plump matronly woman scuttles around the house and follows him indoors. Along the street, anyone who was outdoors is heading in. You time it so its gone 7.35 by the time you reach Lauren’s house.

A thought strikes you as you walk up her drive – you should have written a rule telling everyone to leave their doors unlocked. Thankfully the handle turns and you step inside as silently as you can.

Downstairs is nice, but you’re not interested in the cream leather settee or 50 inch television, and head straight upstairs.

There are 4 bedrooms, one occupied by Lauren, under a floral duvet, the next by her parents, a third by her older brother whose name you have yet to learn and the 4th is empty.