Brian drives, Mary rides shotgun, Natasha navigates

"This is a fine, smooth-riding RV, honeybear," Mary says. "Why'd he want to sell it?"

"The Mrs. was good for a couple of trips, and that was enough for her," you say. "So it might as well go where someone's going to use it," you say.

One of Mary's angels dangles from the base of the phone stand on the dashboard. Your phone is clipped into the stand. The navigation voice cuts in.

"Turn right at the next stop sign, dahlink," the phone says.

Mary laughs. "Where'd you get that voice, Brian?"

"Oh, that one?" you say. "There's a bunch. Hey Natasha?"

"Yes, dahlink," says the femme fatale with the Pottsylvanian accent.

"New voice. Surfer Dude."

"Totally there," the new voice answers. "Hang a right, just about, like, now."

Mary cackles with glee. "I like this one."

You follow the Surfer Dude voice until you merge onto the main highway. In less than a mile, you see flashing lights in the mirrors.

"Emergency vehicle, dude," Surfer Dude says. "Pull over, man."

"Oh, honeybear, I think it's a motorcycle policeman," Mary says.

"Or woman, maybe," you say.

"Maybe," Mary says.

"Dude, stop navigation."

"Alley oop," Surfer Dude says. A descending chime signals the stop.

As it turns out, it is a policewoman, the spit and image of Angie Dickinson in her prime, with gold-toned mirror shades, a silvery-blonde cap of hair under her gold patrol helmet, and stripes on her uniform jacket featuring a twenty-year service recognition.

Damn, girl. Twenty years riding a hog for the police? Looking good.

Master Patrolman, that's her title anyway, Master Patrolman Dana Polk, she's stopped you for an equipment check. And what sort of equipment check?

The propane tanks in back are loose. Guess Deenie missed that, or maybe they suddenly dropped a bolt.

At least all your papers are in order, including a copy of the bill of sale and a note from your buddy that you'll be driving it.

How long are you gonna be stuck, now, is the question.

You end up calling your buddy. His towing coverage on has expired along with the peeling RV club sticker on the back. You don't have any RV coverage on your insurance at all. You're not close to anyone who can help out.

Master Patrolman Dana Polk gives you a road service number to call, and waits until the crew arrives.

"Sorry, Miz Forbes, I have to be getting back on duty," she tells your wife. "Be safe."

She and Mary had been getting along famously while you were making calls and taking calls. Mary says goodbye to Master Patrolman Polk with a kiss on the cheek. Is that a blush under that flinty stone face? Mary has melted harder hearts.

"God go with you, Master Patrolman," Mary says. She holds her hand to the Master Patrolman's hand for a moment.

Master Patrolman Polk must be pushing fifty, but she looks like she's all in on being the poster girl for the highway patrol. She's got a muscular version of a big-assed medium titty girl figure going, a face that's gonna be on a medal named after her someday, a deep-ish voice, pretty sweet when she was talking with you and Mary, and a solid seat on her hog.

In Mary's hand, she has a card with a patrol badge emblem on one side and a little pen scribble on the back side. She tucks it in her pocket.

Why you sly lady, Master Patrolman Dana Polk, do you give your card to all the girls? But you can't fault her taste. Mary is a charmer.

Turns out it's a freshly broken weld. "Must have been a bad after-market add on," the roadside mechanic says.

Deenie probably wasn't gonna see something like that.

By the time you have things settled for getting the RV to somewhere to be repaired, and getting yourself and Mary a place to stay, it's getting late in the afternoon.

The RV is getting its safety fixes at a garage on one end of town, and you're not that far away, but it's a bit of a way to hoof it. Mary charms the crew into dropping you and her at a poky little motel which seems to be the only place with rooms open.

"For better or for worse, I guess," you tell Mary. There's a hint of cigarette smoke in the breezeway outside your cinderblock-walled motel building. You quit a long time ago, for Mary and the girls, but you get an itch of a craving.

"Better to be with you, honeybear," she says.

"I do confess, sweetie-pie, that there are nights I've been places like this, missing you bad, wishing you were with me. Other times I've been places worse than this, missing you and glad you weren't along."

"Oh, honeybear," she says.

"You in the mood for a nap, sweetie-pie?" you say, wiggling your eyebrows.

She tilts her shoulders and gives you a look. "What makes you think I'm that kind of girl?"

You clamp your jaw shut to keep your laugh bottled up, but it ends up as an uncomfortable grin.

"Oh, honeybear!" Mary says. "I was teasing! You should see the look on your face!"

And then you're both laughing.

"So how about it, sweetie, pie?" you say, leaning into the word, looking down to where the seams of Mary's travel jeans come together in front. That slice of pie.

She looks like she's in the mood.

Trying the One Page Solo Engine to start the trip.

Plot Hook: Deliver (the RV), to support an ally (trading favors with Brian's friend), adversaries are local inhabitants/random events.

Random Event: 7 Clubs, 7 Diamonds: Create (Physical) Enemies (Technical). Pulled over by the police.

Set the Scene: 6, 5, 4, 3. 6=Things go as planned; 5=but it's an altered scene; 4=add a complication; 3=wouldn't it suck if...
Oracle: is it a problem on Brian and Mary's side, or is it a problem on the highway patrol's side? (yes/no, even): 3,3=it's on Brian and Mary's side.
Oracle: is it a policewoman? (unlikely): 5,3=yes, a policewoman; any notable features? 3=obvious physical trait, K Hearts: dignified (social, personal, connection).

Roll +COOL(+1) to negotiate how you get back on the road: 3 + 1 = 4, Miss.

You're going to have to stay over. Oracle: (how nice is the place, how far away from the RV) 2, 3. Not very nice; not terribly far away.

Roll +COOL(+2): is Mary in the mood? 7+2 = 9, maybe. "You find her in public, or there is trouble in the way."

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