Give Madison a ride. Does she want to see Tom?

"Sure, I'll give you a ride, Madison," you tell her. "My name's..."

"Okay, getting my gym bag!" she says, and dashes back to the house, her red hair flying behind her like a flag.

Taylor wasn't kidding about Madison being cranked up to full tilt.

She runs back out with a gym bag and gets in the passenger side door. "Drive," she says.

"Yes, ma'am," you say with a smile in your voice. You put the car in gear and head back to the main street. "My name's Brian. Your sister works with my wife Mary."

"And your wife is fucking my brother AND sister," Madison says. "I can't understand why you aren't bent out of shape."

"I ain't jealous," you tell her. "I knew I was never going to be Mary's one and only. I'm happy enough to be her number one." You press on the brake and stop the car at a stop sign. You look toward Madison and shrug.

Madison turns her head, swivels her eyes your direction and frowns.

"If you want to go ask Mary or Tom, I could take you there," you tell her.

STALK HER: 6 + 1 = 7. You find her in a public place, or there's trouble in your way.

"You mean it?" Madison asks. "Just go straight up to your wife and ask?"

She looks more skeptical than angry now.

"Yup," you say. "Gym? Or my place. Tom's got a car there, he could take you back."

She takes a breath. "Okay. Better sooner than later."

"All righty," you say. You take the turn for the country road that goes up the hill and up toward your double-wide palace of a house on a flat-graded apron partway up toward the high point and the county water tank.

Madison looks a little green as you take the curves, so you slow down, taking turn-outs so cars behind you can pass.

"You doing okay there?"

"Let me roll down the window, I'll be good," she says. "That's better."

You turn off at the reflector that marks your driveway.

"I didn't know people had houses up here," she says.

"We've had ours for ten years. Mary and the gals liked the extra space until they moved out."

"The gals?"

"Our daughters. Third-year and second-year at college. Shasta's at Lumberjack U, and Sarah's at a women's college up east."

Madison takes it in with a shrug. "Guess you do have a big chunk of hill here."

"Sometimes you'd never know we had neighbors," you tell her.

"Hmm. You have a nice view down the valley," she says.

"We do at that."

You park in front of the house. Taylor's car is still there.

"They might be asleep still," you say. "Busy night, early morning."

Madison tilts her head. "Oh?"

"You're gonna want to decide if you care whether we might walk in on them naked."

"What the hell," Madison says. "It's not like I'm going to be surprised. Lead on."

"Mary's a little shy about four-letter words, especially hells and damns," you tell Madison. "So I'll ask you to take your words a couple steps closer to Sunday School."

Madison laughs. "Sunday School taught me about hell and damnation," she says. "But I take your meaning. Ice cream social rules. If you can't say anything nice."

"Yup. Anyway."

"Is your leg hurt?" Madison asks.

"Healing," you say. "Dumbass me, forgot my cane in the house."

Madison takes a hand and steadies you up the short flight of front steps.

"You're good at helping," you say. "Thank you."

"I do a lot of spotting for others at gym," Madison says. "Thinking I might do phys ed, or maybe take it toward physical therapy." She narrows her eyes. "What's that look? Don't act surprised like Taylor does every time she sees me with a book open."

You laugh. "Nope, more just that Taylor was telling me that you were running after the world like someone set your hair on fire."

"Yeah. So?" she says. "That doesn't mean I don't know where I'm going."

"Well thank you for the hand, it did help," you tell Madison. "Home sweet home. And as to surprise, I suppose it's time to surprise your brother."

Madison sniffs.

You turn the key in the lock.

You have 2 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, and Submissive (your wife Mary).