Streak up to a random house
From Create Your Own Story
You jog across the street, looking for a good option.
The closest house looks unoccupied, so you cut through their lawn and into the alleyway behind it.
The alley is gravel and hurts to walk on, but you're less likely to be seen.
Hang on...why don't I want to be seen?
You shake your head. Not my body, and shame is the point, right?
Still, you can't bring yourself to be more brazen than you already are. Doesn't seem right. You gingerly walk down the gravel, between a nearly unbroken series of backyard fences.
It's hot, and after a few blocks of walking you/re a sweaty mess.
The fences go on and on. Pastel boards, white, natural finish. Cripes, your feet hurt. Another block of this, and you'll be ready to walk in front of a grandstand just to feel grass under your toes.
You spot an open garage ahead. Shade.
You make a beeline for the cool of a shaded concrete floor. Stepping in, it's all you wanted it to be. Your feet thank you as you step into the vacant one-car garage. The car's gone and you can see a door leading into the backyard.
You can see an open cooler towards the back of the garage. It's half loaded with ice, and about a quarter full of bottled beer.
Do you:
| You are possessing: |
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| Young, attractive nun |
