Game 1

You are sitting in a field under the only tree near you on a picnic blanket. You are laying down, looking at the sky. 

It is a cool, 63 degrees, breezy day. There are light puffy clouds in the sky with menacing dark clouds in the distance, and there is a strong, flowing, deep stream in front of you. The menacing clouds in the distance seem to be feeding water into the stream.

There is a woman who looks like she is about your age floating on a stream on a makeshift raft, and the raft is running amuck. She screams, "I need help!"

The short stature of the woman makes an odd spectacle of her. She is slightly dumpy, and the weight of her breasts gives the illusion that her feet are firmly planted into the raft, even though they obviously aren't. The oar in her hand has a strange look to it, and you wonder why she isn't using it.

It is odd... Her short dumpy look is opposite to your taller, thinner look. You imagine holding her. Her head top can't reach your chest, yet, her breasts are inviting. You can't think of the last time you had your arms around a woman, breasts or no breasts...

You don't feel comfortable speaking to women after being turned down so many times throughout your life. You need and want to to help her, but you don't know if you can handle being rejected again.