Chapter 9

"Code Blue?" Joe repeated. "That's the second highest security code on Dad's computer." Chet nodded knowingly.

"Yep. And of course, it's not accessible. Your mom says he is still in western Pennsylvania. On a hijacking case." Frank looked up.

"Think there's a connection?" Chet shrugged.

"We can't afford to rule anything out. Keep our minds open on this. So, how have you guys fared over the last day? Find anything?" Frank shook his head negatively.

"This place is huge, man. We could search another four days and still not cover it all." he said a bit dejectedly.

"So, obviously the searching will continue?" Chet inquired, assuming this was Frank's plan. Frank nodded. Joe perked up.

"We could cut down on time if we broke into teams and blanketed the hollow with a larger sweep." Frank and Chet nodded that this would be a wise plan. Frank looked at his watch. The drama with Callie had taken some time to unfold. It was approaching four. He looked to the others.

"Well Chet, how about some breakfast? If we fill ourselves up, then get an early start we could cover some major distance." Chet nodded.

"OK by me. Say Tony, wanna give me a hand?" Frank gave them an awkward smile.

"Chet, Tony. I am sorry I went off on you guys like that. Really, I am." Chet smiled and slapped Frank on the shoulder.

"Your forgiven, Frank. I had no idea we would be bringing salt to the wound. But think of the bright side. You may have lost Callie, but you get Tiffany. She's a hell of a gal and you will enjoy her." he said with the smile of a used car dealer who perhaps had omitted to disclose the known issues the vehicle had. Perhaps feeling lucky to have pawned off the troublesome unit off on an unsuspecting buyer. Frank grinned as this seemed too easy to him. He had expected Chet to be a bit irritated to say the least. He figured ultimately that Chet and Tiffany's relationship had been overstated from the start. Chet had not made a secret of turning down Tiffany's advances more times than not. He would have hated for this to occur had Chet and Tiffany been truly connected more than they apparently had been. The fact that Chet seemed almost indifferent to discovering Tiffany had become involved with him spoke volumes. But, he perceived his chum's near enthusiasm for being officially done with Tiffany to be a good sign. He would have hated to compete with a friend over a girl.

A few minutes later Callie and Iola walked up the trail from the river. Iola looked over to her friend with a concerned expression.

"You are sure you're going to be alright?" She asked. Callie gave a smile.

"Of course, girl. Now you go to Joe, and be with him. You're talking about marriage. Don't let me driving the final nail in the coffin of my now finished relationship dampen your happiness. I promise you this has been over for a long time. Now I feel free." She said without any sign of regret. Iola smiled and went off to find Joe. Callie saw Frank and Bill talking. She felt slightly out of place and walked over to the fire where Chet was adding wood. She sat down and looked at him.

"Hi Chet. How are you doing?" she asked with great sympathy. She was not at all approving of how Frank started his relationship with Tiffany. Without giving Chet a heads up. He looked at her with a smile.

"Ok, Cal. I am sorry to hear about you and Frank." Callie shrugged it off.

"Was a long time coming, Chet. It was in stone a year ago if that helps you understand I don't have any regret. But I am sorry to hear about you and Tiffany. I had thought you two were getting along good." Chet waved his hand.

"Frank actually did me a favor distracting her. She is high maintenance, and our personalities never did mesh well. Now maybe she will get the point. Who knows, maybe they will be good for each other." Callie raised an eyebrow.

"I'm glad to hear that, Chet. I would have hated for Frank to move in on a good relationship you had going." she looked at him heating a pot. "I hope that's coffee your making. I could sure use some." Chet smiled.

"I think that will go all around since we are going to head up a search this morning. And I know I didn't get any sleep. I am going to fix us some breakfast and I guess we will be hitting the trail." A moment later he had coffee brewing and poured Callie a cup and handed it to her. Callie smiled to him.

"Thanks Chet. You're sweet." Chet smiled and returned to the task of helping Tony cook breakfast. They soon had a meal prepared and started handing out plates of steak and eggs. Bill smiled gratefully and went to work on his meal. He looked over to Chet with a grateful expression.

"Glad your back, Chet. No one can cook like you!" Chet laughed.

"One of my few positive attributes." Joe looked up to the group.

"Now then, it would be a good idea on this search to break into groups. I suggest three. One for the center, one to the North, and one to the south. We do sweeps about two miles between each group. If we go from one end to the other on foot it could take two or more days. We can keep in touch by hand and boat radio sets. As far as groups, I think the Frank, Bill and Tony take the north slot. That's where we are now. Iola and I take the center and Chet and Callie take the south." Frank smiled.

"Works for me. We'll start in half an hour." The group finished eating and then began to pack supplies. Joe brought a radio over to Frank.

"Here's the other handheld. We will use the standard three frequencies." Frank nodded.

"Cool. Well, we are ready here." he said standing with Tony and Bill. Joe nodded.

"We are out of here, too." he said taking a bag and the keys to the smaller boat. They said their goodbyes and headed down for the river and departed. Frank helped Chet and Callie with an extra bag of supplies. He walked with them to the boat. Chet helped Callie in. Frank smiled tightly.

"You got everything you need?" he asked them. Callie gave a distant smile.

"Got everything I need." she said somewhat smugly but not without betraying her front a little. She felt the reality hit. Frank smiled to them.

"Chet, take care of her. She's special." Chet smiled.

"That she is Frank. She's in good hands." Frank nodded.

"Good luck." he said weakly with damp eyes. He turned and started walking slowly up the trail. Callie took a breath.

"I think it just hit. Freedom that is." Chet looked at her feeling somewhat out of place.

"Freedom, Cal? Is that bad... or good?" Callie took an even deeper breath and smiled.

"Yeah! It felt damn good giving him his walking papers or beating him to the chase. I think he thought he was going to have a shaking, vulnerable woman screaming No, don't leave me to him." Chet looked quietly at her.

"I could sense in recent times you guys weren't especially happy." she smiled to him.

"Not really. He wanted his cake and he also wanted to eat it. But if it's just the same to you, he is my past. So, sympathies are not necessary. Though if I do seem a bit shaky or vulnerable, hopefully you won't hold it against me." Chet smiled.

"Never, Cal. And I've known you longer than even Frank. So you know my word is good." She nodded.

"Very true. You have always been a man of conviction and your word." Chet smiled and turned the motors over. He guided the craft back down river at a good clip.

"How far do we go before we tie up?" Callie asked. Chet looked down at the GPS map.

"Should be about ten miles maybe twelve. I think Joe will stop around seven or eight. Frank will walk a bit farther south before heading west."

"As much as hiking isn't my favorite pastime, I will be glad to get out of this boat and get on my feet."

"It will be fun," Chet agreed. "Being able to do some work without a wise ass quip from one of the guys. That's one of the things I like about you Cal. You never made fun of me over the years. We had a certain mutual respect for each other." Callie smiled.

"I know. You could have had one on me a thousand times, but you never did. That means a lot."

When they reached eleven miles down river, they located a small cove. Chet slowly pulled in to it and shut the engines down. They alighted and Chet handed Callie a backpack. He also handed her a rifle.

"I already have that PPK Chet, why the rifle?" she asked. Chet looked around the woods.

"There is a wide variety of wildlife around here where a pistol shot would simply not be satisfactory. The rifle is just a safety measure." Callie nodded and took it. Chet covered the boat up and they put on their packs. Chet removed a compass from the pack and they started their trek west. The morning wore on, though the light barely came through the dense canopy of trees. Hiking was slow, as much of the hollow was dense with brush and woodland. But of course, taking the time to search and scrutinize the area was what ended up being most time consuming. By noon they stopped for some coffee and to rest for a bit. Chet began to gather wood for a fire. Within a few minutes he had one going and started going through his pack for the coffee and pot.

"Let me." Callie volunteered. "I feel a bit useless." she muttered absently. Chet handed her the pot and looked at her.

"Don't ever call yourself that. I should think you are about the farthest thing from useless I have ever known ." he said without thought of how it might come off. Callie looked into his eyes with a certain look. A look that Chet hadn't been aware of in the past. She smiled, but remained silent. A moment later the radio crackled. Chet cleared his throat.

"I, uhm, had better get that." he said with a pause, then finally scooping up the hand radio.

"Morton and Shaw expeditions. Who might this be?" It was Joe.

"Hey Chet. Have you found anything?"

"No, Dude. Not a thing, so far. Yourself?"

"Haven't seen a thing, though truth be told I have my eyes on Iola more than the ground." Chet gave a chuckle.

"Well, I can understand. My sister is quite a looker. Have you heard from Frank?"

"No, but you know him. Not one to use the radio unless he deems it necessary."

"Yeah, I know. This place is huge though. It could take a few days to search it."

"Very true. But anyway, I will get back in touch with you tonight. Be careful out there." Chet smiled.

"Will do. Over and out." he put the radio down and turned to Callie with a sigh.

"How's the coffee coming?" Callie smiled.

"Just about done." she said. Chet sat down and exhaled slowly. A moment late Callie handed him a cup.

"There you go, Chet. Two sugars." Chet smiled.

"You remembered. Thanks, Cal." he said gratefully, taking the cup.

"This can get pretty boring. One minute you are sitting around, the next thing you... know you're knee deep in trouble. I hope we find something though. I am worried about this man who was kidnapped." Chet nodded.

"We are pretty stumped. We thought when the others got snagged that they would have met up with the captain, but no such luck." He took another drink and finally finished his cup. He looked at his watch.

"Well, are ya ready, Cal?" She smiled. Somewhat lost in thought.

"Ready and willing." she said, slowly getting up. Chet doused the fire with the remaining coffee and put the pot away. They put their packs back on and continued their journey west. None of the terrain they were going through gave any indication that anyone had walked there in recent days, much less months. Chet took a breath as they continued on. Callie looked to him. She could tell Chet was wearing down a bit. As she was herself. Neither had had any sleep the previous night.

"You alright, Chet?" she asked with concern. "You look tired."

"And sore." he confirmed, taking a moment to rub his side. "Not used to these hikes with a ton of baggage through the brush. Plus, not having any sleep hasn't helped." She smiled sympathetically to him.

"It does seem Frank wanted to get right to a search, didn't he? I was hoping for some rest." Chet nodded.

"Would have been nice." he muttered as they walked along.

By evening they were feeling exhausted, and with darkness settling in Chet found it futile to keep hunting for clues to the missing captain. They finally came upon a clearing. Chet sighed and put his pack down.

"Don't know about you, Cal. But I could use some rest. I know we could keep going for a couple more hours, but I don't think we will find anything in the dark. How about camping for the night?" Callie smiled broadly.

"I'm all for that. Let me help you with that tent." she said as Chet had already begun pulling the tent out when Callie indicated she was ready to stop. Within ten minutes they had the tent up. Chet gathered some firewood.

"I have a couple steaks remaining in what's left of the ice." Callie smiled.

"Sounds great." she said taking out a pan to place over the fire. "Like a Corona, Chet?" she asked as she opened the cooler.

"Sure." He called over and soon returned with an armload of wood.

"Getting chilly. We will need to keep the fire going." he observed as a light breeze blew through the trees. Callie handed Chet the Corona.

"Gonna have to rough it. No limes." Chet shrugged and took a drink.

"Not the same, but it'll do." Callie set out to prepare the dinner insisting that Chet rest. He pulled his pack over to where he was seated.

"Think I will call in." Callie nodded.

"Good idea. It probably slipped Joe's mind." Chet signaled Joe's handheld and waited. He signaled again. A few moments later Joe's voice came over the radio.

"This is Joe. Who's bad timing is this? He asked. Chet half smiled.

"This is Chet. What's up?" he asked. He heard Iola giggle profusely in the background.

"You don't want to know." she giggled before a muffled sound, probably Joe's hand covering the radio. His voice returned.

"Uhm, nothing much Chet. We have put up camp and have eaten, and well, were resting." Chet and Callie heard another shriek of laughter from Iola in the background. "By the way, Chet. Thanks for slipping that bottle of wine in our boat this morning. It occurred to me that you probably had a hand in that." Chet smiled.

"No problem, Joe. Just keep in mind that is pretty pricey stuff so don't come asking for the only other bottle I have, which is in my pack. But I am sure you have put that one to good use... by the sounds of it." Joe laughed.

"Thanks again, Chet. Frank called and said nothing on his end. Maybe tomorrow. So anyway, we will call in the morning. Have a good night." Chet smiled.

"Easy for you to say. Night you guys." he shook his head and signed off. He looked at Callie.

"Sounds like they are having fun." he said with a smile. Callie nodded with a smile.

"You could say that. Sounds like Iola is blustered." Chet sat back chuckling while Callie finished dinner. Soon she had fried the steak and had them served. Chet smiled.

"Can't tell you what a treat this is. I am usually the appointed cook on cases like this which take us into the woods or other area where more conventional dining is unavailable. Thanks a lot, Cal." he said eating heartily. Callie beamed with the compliment.

"You're welcome, Chet. Looked like you needed a break. And I love to cook." Chet took out a portable radio that played CDs and smiled to Callie.

"Figure you might want a little music while you wind down. Any of the CDs you have. I am an open minded guy." Callie smiled.

"Thanks, Chet. That's considerate of you." she said and dug through her pack. She again chose the Sarah Mclachlan CD. She turned it on and took a breath. She sat with her back against a dead tree. Her eyes slowly wondered in his direction.

"Say Chet. Do you really have a nice bottle of wine in your bag?" she asked, feeling a bit embarrassed. Chet looked over to her. He shrugged.

"Yes." Callie felt a bit out of place in her thoughts. She wasn't sure if he would feel offended by her asking for some wine. He could be saving it for a special occasion. Or simply not want to share it with her.

"Do, uhm, you want to have some?" she asked shyly. "If you don't that's OK, too. I don't want to ask you to blow a good bottle of wine here and on me." Chet raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, Callie. I'd be honored to have a glass with you. Or a cup as the case may be." Callie smiled.

"Great." she said. Chet smiled and took the bottle out of his pack and took out his Swiss Army knife. He removed the cork and took out a couple tin cups.

"Sorry, I don't have any actual crystal stemware here, but I'm sure the bouquet will more than make up for that." he said pouring the wine. Callie smiled to him as he handed her the cup.

"Thank you, sir." Chet smiled.

"Sir? How formal." he said with a chuckle. "Weren't we skinny dipping in the lake in third grade? I'm guessing by such an event, we have long dispensed with such formalities." Callie laughed.

"You remember those days, huh? Pretty embarrassing when I think about it." Chet laughed.

"Why is that? We were kids. I doubt we were checking each other out then." Callie nodded.

"True. But still it goes back to my mind to think that there was a time you saw me in a less inhibited way." she bent over to put her cup by the fire. "Ouch. Damn!" she uttered. Chet looked over.

"You ok, Cal?" She smiled through a slight pain.

"Yeah. Just the same as you. A bit of a back strain." Chet took another drink of wine. He walked over and sat beside her.

"Ok, Cal. Let my fingers go to work. Upper or lower back? I mean if you aren't uncomfortable with me rubbing your back." Callie smiled and took a breath. The song Angel started playing. She looked at him.

"Not uncomfortable at all. Upper back mostly." she said softly. She turned away from Chet so her back was in front of him. Chet began to firmly massage Callie's shoulders and upper back. Chet rubbed stiffly against her back. She felt tense. Probably a combination of the long walk and her emotionally draining final round with Frank. He continued working the tense muscles in her shoulder. She moaned softly.

"That feels so good. You are so sweet." She took another drink. "I am so tense. It always happens when I overdo it." Chet smiled.

"Least I can do, Cal." Though he felt somewhat distracted. Maybe it was her occasional moan or the faint smell of her perfume. Or maybe the numerous times over the years that he had the occasional thought of what it would be like to date Callie. He shook the feeling off and continued massaging her back. A few moments later she held up a hand.

"Hold on a sec. This sweater is wool and scratching me a bit." She looked over her shoulder. Hoping she wouldn't offend him, she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it to the side. She took a breath as the cold air touched her skin.

"Ah, that's better. Will that help?" she asked. Chet gulped. He hadn't expected her to do that. He took a breath.

"Uhm, sure. No more wool." he said with a slightly nervous laugh. His hands levitated over her soft skin for several moments. Her skin was lightly tanned. Outside of a very skimpy black satin bra she was topless. Chet was thankful it was dark and he only had a view from the rear. His hands slowly lowered onto her back. She flinched slightly and purred when he began massaging her lower back. This seemed to go on for a long time. He stopped for a moment to take a drink.

"Mmmm, that feels so good. Please don't stop." she said quietly. Her head tilted back. The music continued...

'From the arms of the Angel...far away from here...from this dark, cold hotel room...and the endlessness that you fear...you were pulled from the wreckage...'

He closed his eyes and continued. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Feeling her soft skin. The smell he had known before but it had never affected him this way. He had always found Callie an attractive woman. But he had always figured she never had as much as a passing thought of him in that way. He looked at her back and neck. He had not seen her like this in nearly twenty years. And obviously at that time he was not having these kind of thoughts of her. He ran his hands down her arms and massaged them lightly. But he hadn't been that light. When he slowly brought his hands up from her lower arms they briefly touched the outline of her breasts. His heart skipped a beat and he swallowed hard.

"Sorry, Cal." he said returning his hands to her back.

"Don't be." she said softly. He smiled slightly and rubbed her lower back. Her lower back was quite sexy Chet thought. But again he wondered why he had these thoughts. She let her head hang down a bit as the music continued.

'In the arms of the angel, may you fiiiiind some comfort here. Your in the arms of the angel... may you fiiiiiiiind some comfort here...'

Chet's heart was racing. Between the music, and having in his opinion, one of the most beautiful women he had ever known in front of him, he felt himself wanting to be close to her. This was something well beyond any hormonal impulse though. Callie had always been there, well as a friend. They had always respected each other and got along so well. Chet had always kept his distance when he had a passing thought of Callie in a more romantic way. His respect for Frank and the relationship he had with Callie was more important than any impulse he ever had. But now Frank was not in the picture. Was it alright for him to have those feelings now? Not just romantic thoughts. Thoughts Chet had felt that he and Callie may be very good together since they had always been open with each other. They had never had need or motivation for being anything but honest with each other. Chet closed his eyes. He was close to her. He liked the feeling, but was unsure if proceeding with any attempt at letting his feelings known would be wise.

He took a deep breath, and ran his hands down her arms again. This time he placed them over hers. She took one of her hands and ran it up along his muscular arm. The touch of her fingertips sent an electricity through him. His face hovered inches from her neck. She ran her hand firmly back down his arm, feeling his strength. His chest was now touching her back. Her eyes were still closed. Her hand on his. Chet took a breath, and looked at her beautiful silhouette in the moonlight. He lowered his face to her neck, closing his eyes, he gently kissed her neck. She moaned softly. He saw a smile crease her lips. She slowly turned to face him. Chet, not sure if he had stepped out of line or not, looked at her somewhat apprehensively. She smiled to him. She took his hand in hers.

"Was that kiss part of the massage?" she asked softly. Chet stammered a little bit, unsure what to say.

"I...I guess that depends if it offended you or not." he said finding his voice back. She smiled.

"Certainly not. I liked it. Though I do kind of hope it wasn't done out of pity." Chet's eyes widened a bit. Apparently, Callie had had a moment of feeling unappealing. He smiled in spite of his intense nervousness.

"Certainly not pity, Cal. I'd say motivated by desire." Callie looked down with a smile. It was hard for him to tell but she was blushing. She looked up with a smile.

"In that case, you won't mind if I get a little motivated by desire." she said leaning over and kissing him on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed deeply for what seemed like several minutes. Chet looked into her eyes.

"Do you know how many years I have waited for that to happen?" he asked softly. She shook her head.

"No, but if its as long as I have thought about doing it, then we have apparently wasted a lot of time in our lives." They kissed again. Chet looked at her again. He seemed a little hesitant. She sensed this.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Chet looked from side to side and picked his words carefully.

"I just want to make sure... You aren't rebounding here or just lonely?" She slowly shook her head.

"No Chet. I have been over him for a long time now. Over a year. We just never officially cut the string until now. But we have had over a year to overcome the impulsiveness that might create such a rebound. I can promise you that I have wanted this for some time. I had often wondered what it would have been like to date you back in high school. Not that I wasn't dedicated to Frank. But as you know, we didn't always get along perfectly. People have thoughts I guess. So, no, I'm not on the rebound. I was the one who officially wrapped it up with Frank. And I know that you were never in love with Tiffany." Chet looked down.

"How did you figure it out?" Callie blinked slowly, knowingly.

"How long have we known each other? Almost twenty years? I knew. I knew she was after you a whole lot more than you may have been after her." Chet nodded.

"It's true. Frank was apologizing to me this morning. I wanted to kiss him and thank him." Callie giggled at this statement.

"Guess we both got one over on him." Chet smiled.

"I think so."

"So..." Callie started. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Where does that leave us?" Chet smiled.

"Well, I think we have some lost time to make up." he said softly. Callie nodded with a broad smile. She reached for her hair, which was tied back. It was then that Chet realized again that Callie was pretty much topless. He coughed awkwardly as she undid her hair. He tried to divert his gaze. Callie noticed this and giggled a bit. Chet looked up meekly with a slight smile.

"What?" he asked almost fearfully. He had found himself feeling a little embarrassed for being so blunt as to stare at her chest. Callie looked down with a gentle smile.

"Chet." she whispered.

"Yes?" She looked at him realizing he was clearly feeling bad for having looked.

"It's ok for you to look. I'd feel bad if you didn't want to."

"Oh, I want... I mean I didn't want you to think I was just doing it because you were beautiful..." Callie smiled to him.

"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked. Chet nodded slowly.

"Of course. I have always thought you were stunning." Now it was Callie's turn to turn a little red. She smiled as a tear fell. She took a breath.

"You know in all the years Frank and I dated he never called me stunning. I hadn't even rated a beautiful or attractive in what seems like a couple years. Don't misunderstand... I am not a vain person. I don't need to be fed compliments. Its just kind of nice to hear one. A real one. Thank you." Chet shrugged and smiled.

"Seemed pretty natural to me. Nothing forced, I assure you." Callie took a breath. Then looked at Chet.

"Chet. I am very attracted to you. Even when I was with Frank, there were times I thought of you. You have always been so sweet and kind and respectful to me."

"What are you trying to say, Cal?" Callie made a face and looked down.

"I'm not easy, Chet. But..." Chet smiled.

"But... what?" he asked gently. She gave a half smile. She was searching for words, he could tell.

"But, I really want to be with you. It's just, well, Frank has been the only guy I have ever been with. And well, let's just say he was less than a creative lover. And uhm, I just wouldn't want to disappoint you." Chet looked wide eyed.

"Uh, Cal. I don't think that is humanly possible. And don't judge your abilities to be a good lover based on the fact you have only been with Frank. I mean a lot of things come natural. You just have to do what you feel you like. What is natural and what works for you. Don't build up or make expectations of yourself or others. Making love shouldn't be a massively laid out plan. It should just happen and let it carry itself where it will."

Callie smiled then looked deeply into his eyes. She leaned over again and they kissed. Chet started to softly kiss the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up. Chet sat back feeling somewhat alarmed.

"I'm sorry Cal, did I do something wro..." Callie smiled down to him shaking her head.

"No. I was just thinking that it may be more comfortable in the tent." she said softly. Chet coughed abruptly. He hadn't expected her to say this.

"Uh, yeah. But are you sure you..." He started. Callie looked down at him.

"Chet, are you doing exactly what you just said I shouldn't do?" Chet started to speak. Callie stopped him by holding a finger to her lips. She looked down at him and smiled.

"You were checking these out earlier?" she said motioning to her ample bosom. Chet sheepishly smiled in spite of the awkwardness of the direct question. Before he could speak she again held her finger up. She looked down at him. She now had a somewhat wicked grin on her face. Chet raised an eyebrow. Callie unfastened her bra, letter her breasts fall unrestrained. Chet did his best not to look until Callie cleared her throat.

"Chet, what did I say earlier?" he looked up with a smile, but still a bit red in the face.

"It's ok, Chet." she laughed. She felt the cold air hit her chest then looked down to Chet. "But, no jokes about how nipply it is out, or we will have words." she laughed. Chet was still somewhat frozen, but had to laugh at this comment. Callie, still smiling, shook her head. She took a breath. She fastened her belt, then slowly undid the button fly on her jeans. She stepped out of them. Chet was still not moving. He was too in shock of the events which were unfolding before his eyes. She looked down at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Chet, hun, are you going to join me? Because if you don't touch me soon I am going to start thinking you don't want to." Chet slowly rose to his feet. He was breathing hard. Callie had overloaded his system. He stepped in front of her.

"I just don't want you to think I am just after a roll in..." Callie smiled in spite of the vulnerability she was feeling standing in front of him for the first time in such a way.

"Chet, you have been a perfect gentleman. I know you aren't trying to take advantage. But I just listened to what you said about doing what you feel. I want to go into that tent and I want to make love. If we are on the same page, then let me know." Chet put his arms around her and kissed her in a way a man would kiss a woman that he had been in love with for years. His hands felt the warmth of her body. He looked into her eyes.

"I want you too. More than anything I have ever wanted." They kissed again. Chet looked down and found her hard nipples pressed into him. He took a breath and stepped back and started undressing. Callie smiled. She bent over and picked up the bottle of wine slowly, her breasts dropped, showing their full form. Chet had a feeling she did this to torture him.

"Oh my, Cal. That isn't playing fair." he said with mounting excitement as she took the bottle and ran for the tent. Chet followed without hesitation.