Thank Mama Kay and ask about her
From Create Your Own Story
Status: Naked and Being Pampered
"Thank you very much," you tell her. "By the way, who are you?"
"Just Mama Kay," she replies. The car continues to go farther out into the countryside. "I sometimes come into town to buy supplies, which I had just done when I saw you."
"How old are you?" you ask your rescuer.
"A woman never reveals her age," she grins. "But my daughter is in her early 20's."
"Where do you live?" you inquire.
"I'll show you in a minute," she laughs, turning onto a dirt road. A wooded area seems to spring up from nowhere. Mama Kay parks the car in front of a crude-looking house, and guides you inside. The interior of the living room is lit by a kerosene lamp. A Dutch oven that looks like it might have been used on the Oregon Trail is in a corner, and an equally ancient-looking cookstove in another. A fireplace is in the center of one wall.
"Come," Mama Kay instructs, guiding you to a wooden chair with a comfortable cushion on it. "Sit and rest."
You close your eyes and half-doze while she prepares a meal on the cookstove. She serves it on tin plates, with cutlery that appears to have been handed down from the 1800's. She draws another wooden chair up, and the two of you eat. She heads for what you assume is the kitchen, and you hear the sounds of washing up. Then she returns, and guides you to a bedroom. A comfortable bed beckons. She strips off her own clothes -- you don't have any to take off -- and joins you in the bed.
"Rest, now," she murmurs, as she snuggles you from behind. She holds you gently but securely in her arms.
