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Two

           "Greg, have you turned the gas bottle on yet?" Maria Whitehouse called out to her husband, twiddling with the cooker knobs and quickly depressing the ignition button.
           "Give me a bloody minute," he shouted good naturedly from outside. "You wanted the awning up first."
           Maria crossed the small seating area of the mobile home and leaned out the door, smiling at the Greg trying to balance opposing poles and get them to line up.
           "You should have asked for help," she said, her grin wide and loving.
           "Big man need no help building tent for family," he smiled back at her as the two poles clicked together. "See, me big and strong." He thumped at his chest and walked towards Maria.
           She stepped down from the door way and wrapped her arms around his waist and he responded by placing his over her shoulders. They looked deeply into each others eyes, no words needing to be said.
           Greg moved his head forward and his lips brushed against Maria's ever so gently, just the way he knew would send her weak at the knees. Maria giggled like a small child, moving a hand from his waist to the back of his head and pulling him in for a more lingering kiss. Her lips parted and Greg's tongue slipped smoothly into her mouth, met by hers with eagerness. Greg stroked from her shoulder, down her arm and then to her stomach, sliding his fingers under the bottom of Maria's summer vest.

           She moaned at the touch of his fingers against her stomach. Greg kissed his wife harder and his hand crept upwards until it was resting on her breast. He began to massage her through the fine lace of the bra, growing excited as her nipple hardened under the caress of his fingers.
           Maria felt the warmness of arousal between her legs and wanted to feel Greg inside her more than anything, but her parental judgement pushed any sexual thoughts out of her mind.
           "Greg, the children could be back any moment," she said.
           "Adds to the excitement, don't you think?" Greg winked.
           "The last thing I want is to be caught by our children in that kind of position." Maria replied.
           "What position did you have in mind?" Greg reached out, but Maria slapped his hand away.
           "Seriously, Greg. Do you want to be the one to sit down with a six year old boy and an eight year old girl and have to explain why mummy and daddy were fighting in the nude?" Maria couldn't hide her smile.
           "Or I could tell them we were working on another brother or sister."
           "That'd be great." Maria's smile turned to a frown as she looked over Greg's shoulder.
    "What's wrong?" Greg asked, turning to see what his wife was looking at.

           "Just talking about the kids," Maria replied. "I told them to stay in view of the van." Maria was already walking away.
           "They won't have gone far," Greg reassured. "They know better than to wander away when we're camping."
           "Then why can't I see them?" Maria increased her pace, marching between the sparse trees and stepping out into the sunlight that bathed the lakeside.
           "Courtney… Ryan," Greg yelled, turning his head left and right as the beginnings of panic set in.
           Maria took her husband's hand and gripped it tight as her stomach knotted with fear. She franticly searched the shoreline for any sign of the children.
           "Ryan… Courtney," they shouted together, heading left at a brisk pace.
           "Ryan… Courtney." They received no reply.
           "Greg?" Maria's face was already wet with tears.
           "They'll be fine," Greg replied, unsure of the truth of his words. "They'll be playing a trick on us." He tried to smile, but it wouldn't come.
           "Ryan… Courtney." The terror of losing the children turned Greg's shout into an uneven