The hotel needs your room in two hours and Mary is gone

Well doggone it.

You finally got bedded down with your loving wife Mary in a nice place, closer to the mechanic's. You thought you'd have some nice quiet loving time after yesterday's rather short travel day ended with a need for a safety repair to your work pal's RV before you could get back on the road.

Now the phone is ringing.

The bedside clock is later than you expected. Guess those blackout curtains really worked.

"Mr. Forbes, this is the front desk," says the voice on the line. "Your room is part of a block reservation for tonight, so we won't be able to offer late check-out."

"All right, all right," you say. "Let me tell my wife. Sweetie-pie?"

But the bed is empty, and the bathroom is dark behind an open door.

You confirm that you have two hours to skedaddle out of the room, whether to check out or to find another room, maybe.

Followed her angels somewhere, looks like.

The RV mechanics' line goes to voicemail.

"Brian Forbes, about the safety fix, let me know what it's gonna look like, how long, here's my number again, in case..." you leave a message.

Maybe you better figure on another night rather than rolling the dice on where to stay.

You dress in fresh clothes and tuck away your stuff, in case you have to leave in a hurry. Then you go in search of Mary. Maybe, maybe, you've got enough time for a little one-two, one-two with your lady?

Mary's standing outside the hotel breakfast room, having an animated conversation with another lady wearing some kind of fancy cape and sweater dress who seems to be carrying on about something. Mary nods along and interjects a word or two. The other lady pauses, softens up, but then gets back to her jawing about whatever-it-is.

"And she can't marry him," says the lady. "Not here, not now, not ever. It would be perfectly wrong in all the wrong ways."

"But hon," Mary says. "You said yourself that he loves her. And God loves love, so there's always grace there. Are you gonna stand up and say this at the wedding?"

Oh. Maybe this is what that block of rooms is for. Wedding guests.

"Someone has to! He can't see behind the mask," she tells Mary. "Pretty, yes, kind, perhaps. But their families? This will be a complete disaster for the town. It's not just class. It's not just religion. It's..."

You miss whatever point the lady's trying to make for why this is gonna be a disaster. She's a cutie, you'd have to say.

"Linda, hon," Mary says. "I just think that you're not making room for love and grace. Why, I never imagined what grace could bring to my life, and how much love! My man, and I, well..."

"Mary, sweetie-pie," you interrupt. "Front desk needs our room, but we still got till eleven. You up to seize the day and make some hay?" You put an arm around Mary's waist and give her a squeeze to make sure she understands that you mean a roll in the hay.

"Oh, what a cute fellow you have," Linda says. Her voice has softened and sweetened. She looks no-foolin' pretty when she's not carrying on about whatever. Old Number One gives a little twitch and stiffens in your pants. Down, boy.

You steer Mary back toward your room, but Linda won't be pried loose. Mary, of course, insists on the power of love and grace, and Linda harps on all the ways that Beau and Mary Lou are wrong for each other and wrong for the town.

"Linda, hon," Mary says. "Do I think you might have a hankering to have Beau to yourself?"

"No, of course not," Linda says. "We'd be a terrible match. He'd never understand me. We want different things." That sharpness comes back, more bitter this time.

"But you both want love, don't you?" Mary coaxes. "Sometimes love surpasses understanding. Isn't that right, Brian, honeybear?"

"My wife has the right of it, there," you say.

"With God all things are possible," Mary says. "And God loves love, isn't that right, Linda?"

She sighs. "I suppose," she says.

"Well, my honeybear and I, my sweet man, we're going to go on in and have some loving right now. Linda, if you want a bright spot in your day, if you want to see what Godly loving looks like, you come right in."

Linda looks at you appraisingly, then back at Mary. Her cheeks pinken. She rolls her shoulders, the fancy little cape flapping. Then she looks back at you.

"Would you like to come in, ma'am?" you ask.

"All right," Linda says.

One Page Solo Engine (Scene complication)
2: Obstacle, 5: Altered Scene, 6: Random Event, KS Transform, 2S Current Need (Spades: Mystical, Meaning, Capability).

Mary's talking with someone: 10H Adherent (social), intent 4H Harm (social), distinctive feature: 4, quirk or mannerism, detail 8S Complex (mystical, meaning, capability) -- Linda is a meddling local socialite who wants to break up an upcoming wedding, and likes to carry on with messy, complicated reasons for why. Does Linda want Beau for herself? (Unlikely): 4, 4 - no.

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

Roll 2d6+HOT (+0) to invite Linda along (using TELL HER): 10. She's willing, take +1 Forward.