Delivering leftover church supper to a young women's shelter. Take TRUTH.

"Well, that's the last one," Nadine says. "I think we can just leave them be." She reaches past her baby bump and starts up the dishwasher, then turns round to you. Her light brown hair is down, and her ears are sticking out, making you think of a cartoon mouse. "Thank you for staying, Mary." She reaches out to take your hand. Her eyes stay on yours for a little bit.

Your church's fellowship kitchen has the empty cleanliness of a well-kept institution, stainless steel and scrubbable surfaces and wire shelves with grip mats on the floor. A couple of the ladies volunteering tonight learned that pointy heels did not work at all on that, so they ended up on the outside of the serving window.

The fellowship hall outside the kitchen is white linoleum and fluorescent light, melamine tables with metal edges and folding chairs. The hall was the very room where you'd met Nurse Goodchild. You feel a little warmth in your ears, remembering what happened after she took you back to the health outreach bus. Spreading her cheeks for you. Asking you to kiss her dirt hole. Putting her purple wiener up yours. Letting you push the purple wiener up her poop hole until she rode it up to touch heaven. Letting you rub her big baby belly for luck.

"Let's get a-going," you tell Nadine. "I got the leftovers in my car and they're going to a place that wants them."

"I'm so glad," Nadine says. "The last time the place that said they were going to pick them up never showed, and we ended up throwing almost everything away. What a shame."

"Taylor, she's the new waitress on my shift," you say. "She told me about a women's center that could use them."

"That's great," Nadine says.

Nadine locks up and you head out together to your car, where there are a couple of beat-up old coolers in the back seat with the leftovers. She carefully buckles her seatbelt underneath her belly.

"You want to come with?" you ask Nadine.

Roll +COOL to STALK Nadine: 6+0=6, Miss.

"No, just take me home, I've got to get off my feet," Nadine says. "Tell me about it later."

You walk Nadine to her door. It's dark. Chuck's out somewhere-or-other. Maybe just as well. He might be a little awkward with you, even though you and Nadine have made it clear that it's really okay for him to do you the favor of keeping your fires poked while Chuck has more than Nadine can handle and you're wanting while your honeybear is away.

You drive to the address you got from the place Taylor told you about. Maybe her sister Madison had tipped her off? You're not sure. Anyway it turns out it's an alley behind The Crater, the dyke bar near the college. Before you met your honeybear and stole him off Mandy. You'd go to The Crater now and then with friends, and even though you were worried you might not be welcome, you ended up having a fine time. A couple of times you ended up in the middle of a girl party. Though you're not sure what all the "Dorothy" jokes were about.

You ring the buzzer on the back gate.

A woman with a velvet-short buzz cut and a black denim jacket answers the buzzer. "I'm Cleo," she says, "You're Mary?"

"Why, yes, I talked to you on the phone," you say. "All set. We've got meatloaf and lasagna and salad, all sorts of things."

You ease your car into the gated back lot off the alley. Cleo locks it behind you. You and Cleo shift the coolers from your car into the back door of the place, and then the food into the fridge there.

"Looks like you were a little bare," you say.

"That's why I was so happy to hear from you," Cleo says. "You're our angel of mercy," She gives you a grin. "This'll last till the next month's budget kicks in."

You hear some young women's voices from further into the building. "Is that food? "Is it here?" "Put those Cheetos away, we got some real food now."

"You want to say hi to the folks?" Cleo asks you. "They'll be really happy to see you. Or the food anyway."

"Sure," you say.

Cleo leads you through a doorway into a sort of living room or lounge with couches, tables, chairs, and lamps. There's a TV but it isn't on. There are textbooks and papers spread across a couple of the tables, and a couple of old laptop computers trailing their cords down to the wall.

"Food's here!" Cleo says. "This is Mary, she's who to thank."

There's a group of young women in the room, several looking like they were studying at the tables, others reading books or magazines. They're dressed casual but clean, though some of the jeans and shirts are showing wear, and one young lady is wearing some blue jeans that look like they were cut on purpose in little slashes across the front of the legs. They're skinny and fat, tall and short, and various colors of hair and skin. Age-wise they remind you of the community college students you see in your diner late in the evening or on weekends.

Spend 5 XP and take Truth. You now have 0 XP.

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

Roll +COOL(-2) (+0 Cool, -2 for 3 or more girls) to STALK Cleo and the young ladies. 9 - 2 = 7: they're in a public setting.

"Thank you! Thank you!" you hear. "Dang, I was tired of cheese sandwiches," says another. There's a little chorus of happy sounds as they hear what you're bringing.

"You want me to help serve up?" you ask Cleo.

"Love to have the help," she says. She hangs up her jacket, puts on an apron, and gives you one. You're back into the familiar routine of heating, preparing, and serving.

"Haha, watch out Cleo, Mary is fast," one of the girls says from the doorway after Cleo has to dodge you.

"I do this for a living!" you say.

Before long you have seven plates dished up, one for Cleo, and six for the young women. The rest is tucked away tidily into the fridge for later. You stick around, sipping on a cup of store-brand diet soda as the girls tuck into the food, joking and teasing each other. Shari's vibrator is too loud. Crystal is reading three romance novels at a time. Jobeth hides things. Lena sings all the time. Star eats super weird snacks. Tracy is Cleo's mini-me.

You get introductions in bits and pieces as they eat. They've all had some sort of hard luck to find themselves here. Shari left a girlfriend who was beating her up, but her family turned her out for being a girls' girl. Crystal was dumped by a boyfriend who didn't pay rent and ran off with her money. Jobeth says she's had some bad times, been on and off the street, and is happy to be here. Lena has another bad boyfriend story. "Cheating on me and taking my money," she says. Star tells you, "It's safe here. I just don't want to talk about what got me here. That's the old me." Tracy shrugs, nods at Cleo, and says, "Aged out of foster care. I already knew about the place, so I worked a deal."

As their tummies fill up, their giggling and joking turns into sighs. "So good," Crystal says. "Three cheers for Mary," Lena says.

You talk to the girls about their lives here. Four of them are going to school. Lena's working and saving money for a new start. Star's taking it easy to get her feet back under herself.

"It's kind of a pain we can't bring friends in, you know," Crystal says. "But I understand."

You ask, "Do you have social lives, you know, anyone you're seeing?"

Crystal laughs. "Shari is," she says, holding up a hand with a balled fist. "Bzzz-bzzz-bzzz!" Crystal shakes her hand, imitating a vibrator.

Shari sniffs. "I let everyone try it," she says. "I mean, Star and Jobeth didn't want to, but goddamn if everyone else didn't get off on it. You, Lena, and Tracy." She looks over. "Cleo too. Bzzz-bzzz yourself."

The back-and-forth teasing in the room gets warmer. Cleo tries to get them to cool it, but Shari, Crystal, and Lena keep bouncing it back and forth between them. Star and Jobeth tiptoe off. Tracy tries to back up Cleo, but Shari snaps back at her.

"Come off it, Tracy," Shari says. "You are LITERALLY kissing Cleo's ass. Your tongue is UP HER BUTT. You don't have a leg to stand on about rules."

Cleo actually blushes. Tracy's complexion is too dark to really see it.

"Goodness," you say. "I do hope everyone's getting along." You look to Tracy. "Is that true what Shari says?"

Roll +COOL(0) to use Truth on Tracy: 5, Miss.

Tracy shakes her head and gets up.

"Oh, please stay," you tell Tracy. "I don't want to make anyone upset."

"Gonna smoke," Tracy says. She heads out the back door in a hurry. Cleo follows her, leaving you with Shari, Crystal, and Lena.

"Welcome to drama central," Shari says. "For once it's not Lena."

"Please, bitch," Lena says. "You're a one-woman drama all your own."

"At least I never bring it home," Shari says.

Lena hangs her head. "All right, all right."

"We had to change the locks," Crystal says.

"All right already," Lena says.

"I'm so sorry," you say. "I don't want to leave with everyone upset."

"No, Mary, it's our fault," Crystal says. "I mean, we get along fine, we just kind of got carried away."

Lena nods. "Yeah. I think we were kind of excited because we hadn't had a good dinner in a few days. That happens sometimes at the end of the month. Thanks, it was great."

"Yeah, sorry," Shari says. "Tracy just kinds rubs me the wrong way when she's trying to pretend she's in charge. Especially because Tracy is banging Cleo. Ever since Tracy moved in. And Cleo is married."

"To another lady?" you ask. Cleo looks like she'd fit in with the regulars at The Crater.

"Haha, no," Shari says. "To a guy. Looks almost just like her, too."

"Thank you," you tell them. "I'm glad the food was appreciated."

"It was, believe me it was," Shari says.

It's back to smiles now that you're talking about food.

"So is that right, Shari?" you say. "You shared your vibrator around?"

"Haha, yes," Shari says. "That was some night."

You feel a tingle in the air. Angels or devils? You don't really know.

Lena shrugs. "We could use a couple more," she says. "Crystal keeps borrowing it."

"As if," Shari says. "Wanted: Vibrators. Help the poor young ladies."

"Ha," Lena says. "Yeah, it would be, your hands aren't good enough, bitches?"

Lena, Crystal, and Shari laugh together.

"Did you do it right here?" you ask.

"Yup," Shari says. "Right here. Got an extension cord and shared it around."

"One of the few times I've seen Tracy smile," Crystal says.

"God, what a goofy come face Tracy has," Shari says. "Cleo too, hoo-hoo."

Lena laughs. "The total eye roll thing, and her mouth all open like that," she says.

"You think it would put them in a good mood again?" you ask.

"Why, Mary, what a naughty thought for a churchgoing lady," Shari says. "I think it would. You want to go tell them?"

Roll +HOT(+1) (+3 Hot, -2 five girls) to TELL THEM to masturbate using TOUCH YOURSELF: 7+1 = 8, you'll have to coax them.

Tracy and Cleo are out back in the fenced yard where your car is parked. You see the smoldering butts of two cigarettes on the ground by their feet. They look round at you when they hear the back door close. But they're holding each other close, and look like they were caught making out.

"You leaving, Mary?" Cleo says. "I"ll have to go get the key."

"No, Cleo," you say. "I'm here to invite you back in. Shari's sorry, and she has a peace offering for you."

Cleo and Tracy look a little skeptical.

"All right," Cleo says.

"Shari, what!" Cleo says as she enters the lounge.

Shari's on a couch, a towel under her, bottomless with her legs spread and her vibrator ready for action. Lena and Crystal are also sitting in the same way. There's a definite whiff of girl juice in the air from their spread lady-lips. Shari's bush is blonde. Lena's is black, and Crystal's is brown.

You put your hands on Cleo's shoulders. "They want to make it up to you and Tracy," you say. "Just like the first time you shared Shari's toy." Cleo looks around at you and you drop your hands. "They wanted to make sure everything was okay before I left. Would you?"

Cleo hesitates.

You say in a quieter tone, "If you and Tracy are together, you want the girls on your side. On the side of love."

Cleo nods. "Tracy, you okay with it?" she asks.

"Yeah," Tracy says. "I liked it last time, but you told us we couldn't do it again."

"We shouldn't," Cleo says. "But we're gonna."

Roll +COOL(+0) x 5 using TOUCH YOURSELF for Cleo, Tracy, Shari, Crystal, and Lena: 6 9 9 7 7.

"Come join us, Mary," Shari says.

"I think I will," you say. Soon you're seated on a towel, naked as Eve between your toes and your navel.

The scepter-shaped vibrator goes round from girl to girl, its big rubber tennis-ball head buzzing mightily. You take your turn and hand it along to Cleo. Cleo's having trouble getting into the mood, but the other girls are grinning and giggling as they watch and as they feel the vibrations between their legs.

Cleo excuses herself after the second time around, but Tracy's eyes are shining and she takes the vibrator eagerly.

"Oh, you're all so beautiful," you tell them. "It's wonderful, seeing all your big smiles."

"You've got a big clit, Mary," Shari says. "Are we going to see you come?"

"I go off pretty easy," you say.

True to your word, when the vibrator gets back to you, you're the first to touch Heaven, rocking your hips back and forth over the buzzing ball and feeling the spirit of love and pleasure and blessing wash through you. You hand it on to Tracy with a sigh, still vibrating inside.

Things kind of devolve to giggles and gossiping after that. You collect a kiss from each of the girls, put your clothes in order, and go find Cleo to let you out. She doesn't say much, but she does wave as you back out and roll down the alley.

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