Mike stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. An hour into the drive, Roger broke out the smoked salmon. The men quietly went up to the desk and asked about separate rooms, not that the girls would have allowed that. As he started on his pants he asked, “Where did you want to start?”
Chelsea smiled her smile of conquest. Again, the houses were really one to the girls, so that in itself wasn’t out of the ordinary. Roger and Mike woke happy, then it dawned on them what they had done. Roger told her that luck plays a big part of fishing and they were lucky to have caught any salmon yet alone a nice big one. I would guess you putting it in neutral and coasting saved it.”
“Can we take it?” Mike asked. When the sun was gone and dark settled in the valley, Mike said, “Time for bed.”
Chelsea sat up and happily said, “Good. Roger was first, tossing his clothes aside and slid into the bed with Tami. They were tired and took naps, Roger and Mike settled in chairs looking out over the river while the girls took the beds.
