You meet Mary Forbes by yourself.

"I surely appreciate it, Miz Bates," Mary says, stepping back as you hold the other end of the warm, just-tumbled sheet.

"I did want to thank you," you tell her. "And you can call me Gloria."

"God bless you, Gloria," Mary says. "Many hands make light work. Pull a little tighter now."

You help Mary fold the sheet. It's a comic-strip print sized for a twin bed. The clean sheets are in three stacks -- twin-size bright-colored prints, twin-size solid pastels, and king-sized prints with soft-focus hearts, angels, and rainbows.

"Oh good, another couple washers opened up," Mary says. It's a busy day at the laundromat at the country crossroads near Mary's house.

Mary hands you a nylon mesh bag full of underwear and picks up a bag of jeans and shorts for her to start herself.

You start unpacking the undies, spraying them between the legs with prewash, and putting them into the washing machine. Some plain white, some pastel, some printed with hearts or angels. And then you pull out two brightly printed bikini briefs printed with Wonder Woman and Supergirl motifs.

They smell like fresh, hot, cunt. You pause, taking a breath. Your mouth waters and your cheeks feel warm.

"Shasta's," Mary says. "Sarah has the pastels. My girls are back visiting from college. Brought all their laundry, and what should happen but that the old washer burns out its bearings."

You swallow, then nod. "She has the bright sheets, too?"

"That's right," Mary says. "She's sulking a bit. None of her old boyfriends are still around and free." Mary wrinkles her nose. "So yes, Shasta has her tail in a twist, so she gets snappy and I end up having to settle things down between the two of them." Mary laughs. "Yesterday, they didn't see me. Sarah was shaking one of those plug-in massager things at Shasta and telling her to go take care of herself."

You spray Shasta's superhero panties with pre-wash and put them in.

"How's your husband doing?"

"Brian's up and around," Mary says. "Doesn't much like sitting around. " She laughs. "He's actually off with a mall walkers group today. He'll be back in his truck in a week or two." She nods to you. "I got to hand it to your rehab folks. Such a godsend. They showed us some different angles and things to try, and Brian was back doing his duty as a husband quicker than I would have guessed. I was so happy. Woman likes to cleave to her man, wouldn't you agree?"

You look at Mary's smiling face and think of Vincent. "I'd have to agree," you say. "But my world's much bigger since I met you."

Mary throws the last pair of jeans into her washer and leans close. "Oh, hon, you getting lots of nursie pie now?"

"Yes," you say.

"I'm glad," Mary says. "I could see how you took to it. God called me to bring joy to women, and God has called you too." She smiles. "You're a special angel now."

"It got me in trouble," you admit. "I nearly lost my job. But I'd never go back."

Mary wraps you in a hug. "Bless you, Gloria," she says. "May you be God's instrument of joy."

You feel a warm glow in Mary's embrace.

"After the washing," you say. "Can I thank you personally? Maybe you have some pie for me?"

You have 3 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, and Truth.

Roll +Hot(+1 Hot, +1 Lesbian) using TELL HER on Mary that you want to EAT HER.