The metal staircase breaks when you step up next to Lindsay

Lindsay leads you along a short path from the flat parking area where Mary, Priscilla, and your vehicles are.

"The road looks a little washed out from what I remember," Lindsay says. "But it's really close, see?" She points into a tangle of shrubs. There's a glint of metal and glass beyond.

A few steps past the little thicket is a barrier of chain-link fencing and DANGER DO NOT ENTER signs around the old tower. The signs are faded and the fencing is sagging from tilted poles. You follow Lindsay toward an obvious gap in the fence toward a rusting metal entry stair.

"Hang on, Lindsay, is that actually going to hold you?"

Lindsay laughs. "Sure. This is just like it was a few years ago." She walks up a few steps. The metal creaks a little. She jumps up and down. "See? It's fine!"

"All right then, one happy memory celebration comin' on up."

Your dick throbs inside your shorts as you anticipate helping Lindsay recall her first time here in the old fire lookout on a luck-of-the-draw date with another camp counselor.

You hustle up the rusty stairs toward Lindsay, giving her a squeeze on the buns as you step onto her stair. There's a loud creak, a snap!, and a metallic squeal as the tread suddenly tilts to one side.

"Hey!" Lindsay says, annoyed at first, then frightened. "Whoa!"

You snake an arm around her waist, pulling her back from the broken tread and down a step.

"Easy does it, now."

Lindsay's breathing slows. "Thanks," she says.

"You head on down first, I think we better celebrate somewhere else."

Lindsay laughs. "Ya think?"

"Mm-hm."

Lindsay walks carefully down the metal stairs. She turns round to watch you follow.

"It'll make a good story, maybe," Lindsay says. "You can't go home again, or something."

"Never the same river twice," you say.

Lindsay laughs. "Did you study Heraclitus?"

"One of my regular road gals did. College professor. She gives you an epic fuck and then she pours an hour of high-brow pillow talk into your ears while you're lying there with your mind blown open. Do that enough times, you can't help but learn some things."

Lindsay shrieks with laughter. "I'd love to see that course description," she says.

"Fucking Philosophy?" you say. "Hey. Lindsay? Hope I get a chance for you to whisper some of your best before you gotta go."

She smiles. "I hope so too. Secrets of Chain Hotel Management."

"Guests hitting on you? Sounds like Sorrows of Chain Hotel Management."

Lindsay clasps your hand. "You and Mary were the first," she says. "And I'm glad I said yes."

"Back to real life tomorrow for you, huh?"

"Guess so," she says. She squeezes your hand, then lets go as you walk round the bushes to the flat spot where her old compact sedan and your friend's big fancy RV are parked. There's a puddle of fluid on the ground under the front of Lindsay's car. You hope it's just coolant overflow.

"Hope I get another chance with you before I go," Lindsay says. She gives you a big smile. The platinum-frosted tips of her curly hair dance in the sunlight. "Stay hydrated."

"Will do," you tell her.

"Gonna check out my car," she says.

It's a beautiful afternoon, here near the ridgetop, warm, with a little breeze to take the edge off. Mary and Priscilla are all smiles now. They must have figured out what they're going to do with you.

"I'm not used to anyone watching me have sex," Priscilla says. "I mean other than my partner. But Mary convinced me."

Mary adds. "It's not doctrine, really," she tells you. "But honeybear, after you watched me with Taylor's brother Tom? It felt like that was another way of you saying that it's a good thing. And when we were figuring out that part of Loving Community that Priscilla was asking me about, we looked in the index and it sounds like it works that way too."

Loving Community: God's Plan for Open Marriage has been on Mary's bedside table for a while, sitting on top of the Bible and her favorite angel books. Over the years, you and Mary had worked out your rules for sex with other people, what with your absences on long-haul truck routes and Mary's insatiable sex drive and "things happen, honeybear!". But having all that written down in a book that spoke beyond a married couple, out to a sexually sharing community of faith, gave Mary a bigger story to hold on to, or something to argue with sometimes.

You stroke your chin. "So that means you'd like to watch me bringing Priscilla the good news, sweetie-pie?"

Mary nods emphatically. "Very much."

"Ma'am?" you ask, looking at Priscilla.

"Lead on, please, Brian," she says. She smiles. "Unless you want me to go ahead." She wiggles her butt and laughs.

For a fiftyish woman of independent means, Priscilla strikes you as girlish. But maybe that's what getting your first orgasm from fucking after a long marriage ending in divorce, maybe that's what it's like. Finally she gets to live like a giddy teen-ager while her daughter is housesitting.

You wink at Priscilla. "Please, ma'am. Ladies first."

The lady doesn't have a ton in the trunk, especially next to Mary or Lindsay, but your kind of gal very much includes "petite, restless divorcée, time on her hands and hot to trot" which is very much Priscilla.

"Oh SHIT!" you hear from behind you.

"Lindsay?" you ask.

"It won't start!"

Killed by the hill. You wonder if it was after-market A/C beating up on her little car's engine.

FUCK HER (Lindsay): Miss. The stairs up to the fire lookout break when you try and get in.
GET OUT OF TROUBLE: 2d6+Cool = 11 + 1 = 12, You get out of trouble, no problem.
One Roll Random Event (from earlier): Lindsay's car won't start when she wants to head home.

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

FUCK HER (Priscilla): 2d6+Hard(+0) = 3, Miss (again! what now?). It must be Lindsay's car.

One Roll Oracle (yes/no, Likely), can you get Lindsay's car situation settled? d6, d6 = 6, 6, yes, and.