Copy Lindsay's number and give her a text

Your wife Mary, sleepy from a sunny afternoon, a big lunch of barbecue and sweet potato pie, and two big orgasms from Lindsay's frantic tongue work in the old mansion's rose garden, lies on the bed of your new room -- this time with a view of the courtyard and pool, sleeping the sleep of the blessed and satisfied.

There's a business card next to Mary's purse. On the back is Lindsay's personal number and a phrase in her sharp, clear handwriting. "John 13:34-35, I looked it up!! <3 <3 Love one another!!"

You copy the number into your phone and send Lindsay a text, including Mary in the group message.

HI LINDSAY THIS IS BRIAN FORBES. WE ARE IN ROOM 217 NOW COME VISIT IF YOU LIKE ANYTIME IS FINE EVEN LATE LATE OR EARLY MORNING.

Your immediate second thought is that it might be worth her job if she was caught banging you and Mary. Though maybe Lindsay did have enough sense to not hook up with guests in her Actual Work Place.

Your second thought goes just to Lindsay, not to Mary.

SECOND THOUGHTS DON'T RISK YOUR JOB FOR A HOOKUP. LOVE TO SEE YOU BUT HEY, LOVE HARD BUT PLAY SAFE MA'AM.

Mixed messages but what were you gonna do. Don't wanna have her read the one and not the other.

Not that you had personally lost a job fucking around at work, and God bless Mary, she did a ton of fucking around at work, lezzing out with Mandy and Taylor at closing time or getting dicked by the delivery truck men before shift, and never was her job in question. But there were other risks. You had broken your thighbone falling out of your truck cab when Patty was sucking your dick and she slipped. Talk about a fool with his pecker hanging out, that was Brian Forbes.

But it had never cost you a job. Lindsay, well, let's not have her go there.

You head into the shower for a little refresher, and while you're toweling off, you hear the little tweedle of your text notification from the bedside.

One text is from the RV repair folks, about the time of day you were jacking off in the rose garden to Lindsay chanting "Go. Go. Go. Go." The propane tank safety issue that Master Patrolman Dana Polk had pulled you over for is done, all good to go, but they found a recall notice on the fridge and stove, and left them disconnected because it wasn't clear if the recall had been attended to. Thorough folks, at least. Well, you suppose that leaves the little propane heater if you have a cold night or morning.

STALK HER (Lindsay): 9.

The next text is from Lindsay, appreciating that you at least have the common sense God gave a bull or a stallion, if it takes you a couple of tries to get it right. You manage to stifle your laugh so as not to wake your napping wife. A little texting back and forth with Lindsay, and she offers to drop you and Mary at the RV mechanics after her shift.

Well, I guess you're free till checkout time. It looks like the courtyard outside is getting decorated for a wedding function, so maybe they're doing an all-in-one here, lodging, the reception, the wedding night, perhaps, maybe the wedding itself.

ORACLES: HOW, DETAIL (Wedding): surprisingly lacking, physically small.

A small wedding function, it looks like to you from the window. From the folding seats, maybe ten-twelve people total. Oh well, maybe this is as good as they could do. You and Mary had a wedding that was just about that small.

You could go nosing about the wedding for curiosity's sake, not sure if it's going on this afternoon or later. Or you could take a nap with Mary and try and wake her up for a little lovin'.

Game and Oracle rolls moved here together.

Roll +COOL(+1) to STALK Lindsay the hotel clerk, who you'd last seen kissing your wife on the lips before she drove her old stick-shift Toyota to her spin class: 7 + 1 = 8. "You find her in a public place or there is trouble in the way."

One Page Oracle, how big a production is this wedding? (HOW) 1, Surprisingly lacking, the whole shebang is here at the hotel.

Is there something particular as to the style or circumstances, maybe some friction between groups of friends or family members (from Linda's description)? (DETAIL FOCUS) 2C Small (Physical). It may not be an elopement, but it's a small wedding, maybe a hurried one if the bride is pregnant and/or the bride and groom will be separated by circumstances.

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

You could scope out the wedding (THE GIRLS MAKE A MOVE, describe who and what you see, maybe make Oracle rolls; is Linda there?) or lie down and try to wake up Mary for some late-afternoon love (STALK HER, +2).