Lunch at a visitors center in Lindsay's town

"I used to work here too," Lindsay says. The hazel-eyed young lady with the curly locks traveling a day with you and Mary sits across from you at a picnic table in a little park near the highway.

There's a big VISITOR'S CENTER sign on the building in front of the park where Lindsay suggested stopping for lunch. You figure travelers could run their kids or dogs around on the grass, or stretch their legs before moving on. And FREE COFFEE INSIDE must be a come-on to enter and get sold a 2 FOR 1 DEAL for one or another roadside attraction, or maybe time-share vacation homes. Smartphones all around these days, but a phone isn't a magic coffee pot in your pocket.

"Well. don't you get around," Mary says.

"Travel and Leisure, that's me," Lindsay says. "My mama worked here when this was the sales office for a housing development, but when they were done, this is still right by the main highway, so the chamber of commerce took it over as the visitor's center."

"That and the rose garden estate," Mary says.

"I got that one through school. This place, my mama fixed me up. I did desk shifts or clean-up, you know. Made a lot of coffee. Practiced being nice when I didn't want to be. But I'm happy it's somebody else's job to scrub the sinks and toilets now. Would you pass me the corn, Mister Forbes?"

The lunch is still pretty warm -- Lindsay or her barbecue friends know how to pack a lunch -- so you find a buttery half cob and hand it to her.

"Oh wait, Brian, you're dripping on the table, can't have that," Lindsay says. She takes your buttery hand by the wrist and licks your fingers until they're clean.

"Thank you," you say. "Glad we have you along." Old Number One gives a throbbing vote of agreement inside your pants.

The rest of the lunch goes by about the same, with Lindsay finding reasons to be touchy with you and Mary, personally licking drips from fingers or chin, or feeding you morsels of barbecue and pie until you're all laughing.

"Honeybear, I believe you have met your match," Mary says. "You'd already be giving me those hound dog eyes or coming out with your naughty words, but Miz Lindsay here is still the life of the party in the kindest, sweetest way."

You laugh. "I must say, hats off to you, Lindsay, for giving us the sexiest dance I've ever had, without a dirty word, a flash of tits and bits, or anything but a mama cat would do for her kittens." You pause. "Well, there was that devilish look on your eye and that voice, so low and sweet."

"Why thank you," Lindsay says. "I aim to please."

Lindsay and Mary head off to the cinderblock LADIES in the same building as the MEN.

You tuck away the few leftovers and dispose of the rest, then make use of the lemon scented wet napkins that came packed with the barbecue lunch.

"So. my fair ladies," you address Lindsay and Mary when they return, "You game for a little after lunch rest before we hit the road?"

"I don't know," Lindsay says with a crooked smile. "If I wanted rest, I would have stayed home."

You and Lindsay banter back and forth until Mary starts laughing.

"So, anyway, ladies, guess I better take a leak and grab some coffee..."

"Now wait a minute, Brian Forbes," your wife says. "Just look at Lindsay's face. Look at mine. You aren't getting out of here until we've done a good shakedown of the RV fixtures, isn't that right, Lindsay?"

"Mary said you haven't even tried them out yet," Lindsay says. "And you just had the mechanics in."

Hooked 'em. "All right, Lindsay, all right, sweetie-pie, we better give 'em a little run-through."

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (Mary)

One Page Generator (Generic): Action. Detail = QS,6S: Assist (Mystical), Mundane (Mystical). The local visitor's information center.

Make Them Beg: 2d6 + 1 (+0 Hot, +1 Forward, +1 Submissive, -1 two girls), 6 +1 = 7, Mary and Lindsay each beg you for one thing.