Brian, Mary, and the others are all decent and on folding chairs

You have enough time to get everyone decent for company, since Lindsay's old acquaintance Bob, the Samarian Travelers' motorcycle club president, is not riding solo, but bringing another club member, as Lindsay tells you once her billowing sundress is back on, covering up her glorious sun-blessed nakedness and her come-get-me pussy that you've missed being hard and deep into twice now today, with one thing or another. Mary is done evangelizing female bisexuality to Priscilla by giving her a ride to Heaven on her wise, wicked tongue -- all three ladies have gotten off on tongue love up here on the
hill, Mary twice -- and so you're all enjoying the afternoon sun and the ridge-top breezes while you wait for Bob and his companion, and then the tow truck for Lindsay's car with its blown engine from coming up the hill.

So when Bob and his riding partner show up, you're all four in folding chairs unpacked from your work pal's Tomorrowland Land Yacht of an RV that's on its way to a new owner courtesy of yours truly as driver. You're sitting alongside Priscilla, the runaway divorcée heiress mom and sexual adventuress; Lindsay, the hotel clerk, historical estate docent, visitor-center coffee gal, and discreet wild child, and of course your ever-loving wife Mary, who is always thinking of angels and the Good Book while precipitating sexual hookups wherever she goes, even when she's not purposefully witnessing for sex as God's holy gift to man and womankind.

And then there's you, Brian Forbes, just over a broken leg you got when your long-haul dispatcher Patty was giving you a fine welcome-home oral job in the garage, until she lost her footing, pulling you out of your truck cab, and you took the fall on the concrete floor, leaving the little Canadian sugarlump with a broken foot instead of squashing her flat.

The two riders pull up on the flat parking apron. Bob is unmistakable with his sturdy physique and his motorcycle club vest. No sidecar this time, because no Master Patrolman Dana Polk, the lady motorcycle cop who is hopefully on the mend. Beside Bob must be the other club member he was out riding with. Bob and his partner set their kickstands and dismount.

"Mr. Forbes, Mrs. Forbes," Bob greets you. "Linny, fancy meeting you out here, so soon."

Lindsay laughs. "Bob," she says. "Lucky you were in the neighborhood." She coughs and looks at Priscilla.

You speak up. "And this is Priscilla, she's riding with us for a piece."

Priscilla laughs. Petite, well-kept. Fiftyish but probably livelier than ever. Travel clothes that look like nothing special but fit well, flatter the curves she's got -- not big like Mary or Lindsay, but nicely shaped -- and probably look good for day after day with a rinse, a twist, and a drip-dry.

Bob nods. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am," he says. "This is Tanya. We were out on a ride, just about to turn around when we got Lindsay's call."

Tanya's a sun-touched twenty-something with long blonde hair. Her boots are new but her gear and her bike, a reliable Japanese highway model, look second-hand. You don't get much of a sense of her, maybe because she's still figuring it out herself. Blank expression on her face.

Tanya nods to acknowledge Bob's introduction.

"Welcome Bob, Tanya, let me know if you want a cold drink or anything, or if you need the head," you say, pointing to the fancy RV you and Mary have been shepherding to its new owner. "Heated seat and all, though you won't need that today."

Tanya accepts, and Mary leads her into the RV. Come into my parlor, you think. Probably Mary won't make a move on her, but you never can tell. Sometimes things just happen around your wife.

Bob and Lindsay go to look at Lindsay's car.

"Oil in the coolant," Bob says. "This car isn't going anywhere by itself. When's your tow truck showing up?"

"A couple-three hours," Lindsay says. "Late afternoon." Her eyes flash toward you.

You nod. "We were having a little picnic, and then Lindsay was going to head on home."

Bob looks back and forth between you and Lindsay, then grins and chuckles. "A picnic, huh? Eating out?"

Lindsay blushes. "Bob," she complains.

"I support your plan," Bob says. "Sometimes the best help you can give is to give a gal some space."

Priscilla holds a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"So maybe you and Tanya want to take a little spin while the tow's still on its way?" you ask.

"Maybe we should ask her," Bob says.

The RV door bangs open, and Tanya and Mary walk down the folding steps.

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

from last chapter's random event roll: 4D Communicate (Technical), Joker Random Event QH 6D, Assist (Social) Future Events (Technical) -- Bob or Tanya has a suggestion for Brian and Mary's route or a stop along it, and maybe can make an introduction to someone helpful.

Roll +COOL(+1) (using STALK HER) to get some time with Lindsay: 7+1 = 8, "You find her in public, or there's trouble in the way", Tanya's not in a hurry to roll off.