Not tonight, tomorrow on the way to the camp

It's a quiet evening as you have dinner with Priscilla and Mary. Priscilla is full of questions about you and Mary and your sexual history together and how your open marriage works.

"It's a little easier for me now that we're partly empty nesters," Mary tells Priscilla. "With Shasta and Sarah mostly out of town for college, I can have visitors for witnessing in the body together. And it's easier for me to stay over at Mandy's if she's feeling frisky after work and not have it be a quickie in the storeroom or the parking lot so I can hurry on home."

After dark, the wind comes up and shakes the RV, but with the jacks down, even with the big exposed surface area, it's not going to tip. The three of you brush your teeth, use the head -- Priscilla is impressed by the heated seat and the nozzles to rinse her butthole and pussy and air-dry it -- and you all turn in on the slide-out beds and call it a night.

It's a cold morning up on the ridge, so after the morning sun lights up the inside too brightly for sleep, the three of you start with coffee all around, then stow all the pull-outs and fold-downs for travel. You retract the side jacks and you're ready to roll.

Following Tanya's directions from last night, you descend into the next valley and take the turn away from Bob's old favorite roadside spot, the Peach Orchard, and toward the road the follows the river for the next leg. At the river there's a little town with a truck/RV stop where you can fuel up, fill the fresh water and dump the tank, and then across the RR tracks is the cash-n-carry Tanya recommended for bringing supplies to the hippie swingers' camp.

While you drive, Priscilla has been pumping Mary for more stories about her sexual life, having satisfied herself last night about the "open marriage" part.

"Well, hon," Mary tells her, "If you find all this inspiring, you're welcome to come along home with us for a visit after we drop off this fine road yacht with the new owners. I mean, to me it's just life in a quiet little college town between the hills and the river. But for some reason most people just haven't heard the good news. I mean I can't take credit. I'm sure it's His angels. Be not afraid and all. But for some reason, my little town has more people who lift their faces and hear the message that joy in the body is a gift of Heaven, and should be shared with grace and gratitude. Not that the good news makes us perfect, but it makes us happier and ****."

Priscilla nods along with Mary's message. You wouldn't say your wife has made a convert, exactly, but Priscilla's ears are wide open to Mary's good news. You smile as you look to the road, hoping that Priscilla's legs might be as open to your good news. Divorced, well-off, and wanting to make up for twenty-odd lost years thinking she was frigid, or that sex was no big deal. Priscilla's first eye-rolling, toe-curling climax had been on the dick of a rain-soaked young resort staff member she had insisted should stay over when a storm had cut off power and flooded the staff quarters. That had been Priscilla's thunderbolt revelation - her husband had been a dud in bed, but she was a firecracker, and living that was her calling in life. Your wife had brought Priscilla two more revelations, that Priscilla could be as much of a lady-lover as she put her mind to be, and that Priscilla could almost get off just from watching a good fuck, which was to say, watching you and Lindsay.

It turns out the cash-n-carry is a real gold mine for bargains, if your mind turns to supplying a commercial kitchen, and Mary's mind indeed does turn that way. Your own discovery is a bale of some mysterious surplus food whose packaging is unrecognizable and whose description is in no language you know, but Priscilla manages to tune in a signal on her phone and reveal that it's a screaming bargain on an assorted bunch of freeze-dried snack packets -- apples, strawberries, mangoes, and, strangely enough, nuggets of cheese. Near this, Priscilla recognizes some fancy mushrooms and olives and exotic pickles and pounces on them.

"I'd say our next order of business is finding some place to put some food in us," you tell Mary and Priscilla. "And you'll let me know if you might be in the mood for love or something like."

"Well, honeybear," Mary says. "I wouldn't say no to that, but I'll leave it to our guest."

"YES," Priscilla says. She clears her throat and chuckles. "I'm sorry, I should be polite. Yes, PLEASE."

Mary laughs loudly. "You're very welcome, 'please' or no!" she says. She leans over to kiss Priscilla on her blushing pink cheek.

Rolls; Roll +Cool (+1) to STALK Mary and Priscilla: 8+1=9: on a 7-9, you find them in public or there is trouble in your way: In public, tomorrow as you're getting supplies.

One Page Oracle: Set the Scene (shopping for supplies to bring, as Tanya suggested) 6, 2: things go as planned with no alteration.

What is the town and/or the co-op store like? (One Page Oracle, Detail Focus): QD: Exotic (Technical).

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

Game Roll: +Hot (+0) to TELL THEM you'd like to take a nice private break elsewhere: 10+0=10; on a 10+, they are absolutely interested in a little hanky-panky after food. Take +1 Forward on Tell Them or Make Them Beg.

Is it a pretty nice place to stop? Rolls on 1P Oracle, HOW MUCH: 6, it's wonderful! 1P Oracle, Detail Focus, draw x2: 4C Old (Physical), 7C Simple (Physical).

When you're done with your roadside tryst, roll a RANDOM EVENT and 1-3 NPCs from the One Page Solo Engine as you arrive in the swingers' RV camp.