Roll out with Lindsay tonight, Mary has the mirrorshades

Mary sends a message to Dana Polk's number about the glasses but doesn't hear back right away. "You know, honeybear," she says, "I bet she never has that phone on and just picks up messages once a day."

"I bet she's asleep after all that," you say. "Today put her through the wringer, between the terrible highway snarl, taking a skid on her side," that scraped helmet, ripped suit and bruises, "and, well, showing up at our door."

Dana Polk insisting on sucking your dick, then **** and fainting when she tried to give you a deep throat finish.

You clear your throat. "But I expect you're right on not answering right away. I mostly wait on phone stuff unless it's you, sweetie-pie. So what's Lindsay say to just rolling out?"

"She called ahead for us, honeybear, and there's a RV camp we could make it to, tonight."

"All right, sweetie-pie, let's test those walkie talkies, we could lose phone signal up in the hills, so as long as we've got Lindsay in her own car, we better give them a try."

Lindsay scoops you up in her little stick shift sedan, you get coffee and snacks at a drive thru by the highway, and you get rolling again. The walkie talkies work fine, and you're on your way in a little two-vehicle caravan.

Pretty soon Lindsay is laughing over the radio as you and Mary tell the story of how Mary found an obliging partner who gave Dana the happy ending her day needed by picking her up, bracing her against the alley side of the clinic, and hammering her with dick through a couple climaxes until she couldn't walk straight.

"He had to carry her away?" Lindsay says, laughing, the radio adding a tinny edge to her voice.

"Like a bride," you say.

"Did I hear you say he had a Samarian Travelers vest?" Lindsay says. "They used to hit me up for free coffee at the visitor's center, always really polite. But they ran me out of coffee a couple times!"

"Oh, hon," Mary commisserates. "That can be the worst."

No foolin'. Your wife works as a diner waitress. Her regulars want a hot cup, now.

The alternate route takes you up a gradual ascent until you reach a high point and pull off to watch the sunset.

You stand at the guardrail of the turnout, one arm around Mary, the other around Lindsay, watching the sun go down.

When the orange thread disappears below the horizon in the west, you give the ladies a half-hug as you stand together. "Excuse me, gotta take a leak before we get rolling."

Mary excuses herself to do the same on the toilet in the RV. Lindsay stays to watch your stream arch out over the guardrail to the steep slope below.

"I used to envy guys so much," Lindsay says. "Stand up and pee wherever." She laughs. "Until I had to clean the men's room at the garden estate and the visitor's center. Then I was just mad." She smiles. "But I like watching you."

"I am surely grateful," you tell Lindsay. "I like showing off for a lady who likes to watch."

You shake off, zip up, and wipe your hands with **** gel, because you picked up the habit, you forgot, maybe an old driving partner.

"Let's check in with Mary and make sure we have the directions right before we roll."