It was an extraordinarily beautiful summer day, blue skies with fluffy white clouds dotting the horizon. Greg looked up, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face and thought: It’s going to be a great weekend.

“Let’s go, baby!” Greg yelled to Zoe. He was more than impatient to get started on their camping trip. He had planned it with care and consideration and he was pleased that the weather was cooperating. At last, he heard her steps approaching. He loved the way she walked, bouncy with a bit of impatience to her step.

With a twinkle in her eye she said, “I’m ready, slowpoke. What are YOU waiting for?”

Greg swatted her playfully on the bum and said, “Get that cute ass in the car and let’s fly!”

The route they were taking was circuitous but scenic. They both loved to drink in nature in all her glory. They listened to music and talked and laughed, always touching. Greg and Zoe’s sexual chemistry was palpable and they needed to merely exchange a glance for both of them to become aroused. It was something that neither questioned: it had always been that way since they first met. They were comfortable with their own sexuality and each other’s. The conversation flowed between them like fine wine with natural pauses and then an exuberant resumption. They rambled on about the state of the country, the best book they ever read, and other such eclectic subjects. There was compatibility between them that they, as a couple, often took for granted. What made it more unique was that they didn’t have to work at it: it just ‘was.’

They approached the camping area: Witchitaka Falls- Home of 100 Waterfalls. Zoe giggled at the name and decided she was going to count the waterfalls and see if indeed there were 100 or if it was just a marketing ploy. Greg rolled his eyes at her and poked her in the ribs, making her laugh and wink at him. They got their gear together and started hiking the ½ mile to their site. Greg had picked this campsite with special care. Surrounded by not only a magnificent view of a mountain but within walking distance of one of the larger falls and the biggest bonus: it was secluded. The two of them unpacked their gear and set up the tent and all the supplies. Zoe teased Greg about his methodology…so precise and orderly. She was the organized one in the main, but in the “wilds,” Greg was the one in charge. The tent was set up in no time, the camping gear put away and they were ready for a hike.

The hiking path was single file so Greg led the way. Glancing back at her and chatting and smiling, they walked in compatible silence for a while. While each took in the majesty of the woods and relaxed into their own little worlds, never leaving the other far behind, they were content with the silence between them. As they hiked in their quiet reverie, they heard laughter and conversation just up ahead. They happened upon another couple: she was tall and blonde and he was dark-haired with striking blue eyes and a camera slung over his shoulder. The girl looked to be a bit drunk and the guy seemed embarrassed by it. They were just ahead of Greg and Zoe but moving at a considerably slower pace. As they approached the couple, Zoe and Greg both said hello and were about to pass.

The guy said, “Hi, sorry to bother you but we were