Lindsay jumps at the chance of a day with you and Mary

You're sitting in next to Mary on a sunny bench in the hotel courtyard, watching the wedding chairs and canopy being packed away, quickly disappearing like they'd never been.

Your wife's phone chimes. She whispers in your ear. "Lindsay's across the street at the coffee shop."

You whisper back. "Guess she's playing it safe, don't want it to get out that she's being personally hospitable to her hotel guests. By which personal hospitality I mean wild pussy eating and catching flying spooge on her windbreaker."

"You wicked man," Mary says aloud, laughing at you.

"I cannot tell a lie, I'm just as God made me," you say, smiling at your lovely wife. Tall and strong for a gal, especially her shoulders, though Mandy's taller yet, and only the first silver threads in Mary's thick black hair, pulled back in a ponytail today. You lean forward again. "Let her know we're on our way."

You and Mary check out your bags from where they're holding them behind the registration desk and walk through the automated glass front door into the warm light of late morning and the rush of traffic from the nearby highway. Following Lindsay's instructions from when you checked in, you walk to the traffic light at the end of the block and look both ways before crossing the busy highway frontage road leading into the little downtown.

Lindsay beeps her car horn from the corner of the parking lot and gets out to open the trunk of her sedan. When you step up, you catch a scent of barbecue like yesterday. There's a paper bag with a rolled-down top and a stapled order form with some items checked off - sure enough, barbecue to go.

"Got you two a little present for the road," Lindsay says. She smiles, just one of the biggest smiles you've seen on a gal. Her curly locks dance around her head in the sunlight.

"What an angel you are, Lindsay," Mary says. "It's just been the best bad luck we've had, ending up in your hotel."

Lindsay laughs. "After what you told me about what got you in front of my desk, you could have used some good luck." Her expression goes softer, more shy. "And you were good luck for me." She turns to you. "Both of you."

You glow inside. Gal is a natural. Got to call it as you see it.

"Someday, Lindsay, with your open heart, you'll be welcoming people someplace very special. Bigger and fancier, I expect."

Lindsay shrugs and smiles. "That's just what I do, wherever I am. But I'll take the good wishes for bigger things." She laughs. "I wish I could buy my mama a car or a house like I was a pro ball player. Maybe I will someday. But we're getting along okay. So hop in, I want to see this house on wheels."

Once you're on the road, heading for the mechanic's, Lindsay adds, "You know my aunt, the one that sent me to get my tea party manners? She used to frown at RVs and call them 'adultery wagons'. I asked my ma about it but she waved me off. I was a little young, I suppose."

You chuckle from the back seat. "Uh-huh."

"Oh?" Mary says.

"Yep," you say. "If you're trying to not be seen going in and out of the No-Tel Motel, you and your part time lover can just get in an RV, park someplace nice, and fold down the bed. Drive around, make a long weekend of it maybe. Some of them even have little showers, like the one we're driving."

"Oh?" Lindsay says. "Speaking from experience?"

Sweet and sharp, that Lindsay is. You like that in a gal.

"Hearsay," you say. "I've never had sex in an RV. Never rented one. Barely driven one till a couple days ago. But it handles fine for what it is, decent pick-up even up the hills."

Before you get to the mechanic's, you sound Lindsay out.

"So, Lindsay, hon, Mary and I have a trip plan, but it doesn't much matter when we roll out this afternoon, or even tomorrow. Any way we can thank you for all your help, or give you a sweet goodbye, maybe try out the fold-down in the RV?"

Lindsay doesn't answer for a moment, then looks over at Mary.

Mary smiles but doesn't say anything right away. She takes a deep breath, then another. "That's my husband Brian for you, hon," she says.

"I'd love to learn more about Loving Community," Lindsay said. "In a hands-on way. Tomorrow just so happens to be my day off. And I filled up my gas tank and packed an overnight bag in the trunk."

What a tease. Cool as a cucumber, Lindsay. All in, girl. All in.

"If we put your car on a little tow dolly, you could ride up front with us," you offer.

"Or Mary could ride shotgun with me," Lindsay offers.

At the mechanic's, Mary invites Lindsay for a little tour around the inside of the RV while you go over the repair report and the recall notices about the RV's fridge and stove. Then there's a little longer while you get your trucking pal on the horn and read it over for him, so he can arrange to pay the repair bill. It's his name on the registration, so there's no trouble getting the shop to accept his card number over the phone. But it takes a little bit to get it all sorted out.

The ladies look a little bright-eyed when you get back to the RV. Mary has a little smear of Lindsay's lipstick on her cheekbone. Her ponytail is a little sideways. Lindsay's honey-colored cheeks are just the slightest bit flushed.

Lindsay passes on the notion of towing her car behind the RV. "I'll just drive," she says. "Mary, you want to ride with me up to the gas station?"

"Sure, hon," Mary tells her. "You were thinking the big station by the highway, honeybear?"

With that sorted out, you roll out in your pal's fancy RV you're delivering to its new owner, and Lindsay and Mary follow in Lindsay's stick-shift Toyota sedan.

This chapter:
"You sound Lindsay out": Roll +HOT(+1, from +1 Forward) to TELL Lindsay you'd like to hook up with her again, if she's so inclined: 10 + 1 = 11+. She's all in, take +1 Forward on your next Move.

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

Where do you, Mary, and Lindsay go from here, for lunch, then the next leg of your route? Take +1 Forward on your next Move with Lindsay.