"You’ve got yourself a real looker, here." Nash said to Joe, running his hand up and down Callie’s arm, making her skin crawl. "I’m sure you won’t mind sharing her with us." He laughed raucously.

Callie’s eyes grew huge. "He’s not my boyfriend! I’m engaged to his brother!" she cried out, hoping the truth would dissuade the men from their plans.

"Callie!" Joe glared at her, trying to get her to be quiet. His gut instinct told him things would be much worse if they found out she wasn’t his girlfriend.

"You mean you two aren’t…," Nash said. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking at Callie. "So you’re not his girlfriend. You’re his brother’s fiancée."

He studied Joe and Callie a moment longer then smiled sadistically. "Well, now that changes everything." He turned his attention to Joe.

"I understand you and your brother are very close. I wonder how close you’ll be when he finds out what really goes on between you and his fiancée when he’s not around."

A small cry escaped Callie’s lips. Joe narrowed his eyes at Nash, knowing without a doubt he was not going to like whatever it was Nash had planned.

Grabbing Callie, Nash shoved her forward, pushing her so close to Joe she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"Kiss him." Nash ordered her.

"What?!" Joe and Callie cried in unison.

"Kiss him." Nash repeated with a smile.

"No. Absolutely not." Callie said, shaking her head.

Nash snapped his fingers and Jenkins immediately came to stand behind Joe. Nash nodded at him and Jenkins pulled out a gun, pressing the barrel against the back of Joe’s head.

Nash looked at Callie again, smiling evilly. "I said kiss him."

She looked at Joe, a mixture of fear and sorrow in her eyes. Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Nash laughed uproariously. "Nice try, sweetheart. Now kiss him like you mean it."

"Please." Callie said in a small voice, tears in her eyes. "I can’t."

Nash put a finger under Callie’s chin, gently turning her head, forcing her to look him in the eyes. The smile was gone from his face.

"Kiss him. Passionately. Or my friend here will blow his head off."

Jenkins cocked the gun, ready to fire. The click made Callie jump. She looked at Joe, tears running down her face. Slowly leaning forward she lightly brushed her lips against his.

Nash grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back.

"Hey! Get your hands off her!!" Joe yelled, wincing. Ignoring the pain in this throat, he struggled against the tightly tied ropes digging into his wrists.

Saying nothing, Nash backhanded Joe across the face. Callie gasped and tried to shrink back as Nash tugged on her hair again.

"You call that passionate?" He yelled. "Is that how you kiss his brother?"

"Please, don’t make me do this." Callie begged.

"You get one more chance honey. And then I’ll demonstrate on you what passion really is." Nash said menacingly.

"Callie." Joe said quietly. "Just do it."

Joe hoped, if Callie kissed him, Nash would be satisfied with his little game and leave her alone. He knew if she didn’t, and Nash and his buddy got their hands on her, he wouldn’t be able to stop them. He couldn’t protect her, tied to the support post the way he was.

"Do what he says." Joe told her. He prayed if Frank ever found out about this, he would forgive them given the circumstances.

Visibly shaking, Callie leaned in pressing her lips to Joe’s. Suddenly she felt a hand on the back of her head, holding her, forcing her mouth hard against Joe’s. She could tell by the pressure of his lips against hers that he was also being forced into the kiss.

More hands pushed against her back, forcing her body up against Joe, pressing her into him. Tied to the post the way he was, he had nowhere to go. When she felt pressure against her lower back, forcing her hips forward into Joe’s, she began struggling, trying to pull away. She felt someone pressing hard against her, making sure she was pushing her body into Joe’s completely, and then suddenly she was released.

Stumbling backwards, she could feel her cheeks growing hot. Utterly humiliated, she could not look Joe in the eye.

Jenkins erupted with laughter. "Look at that! She’s blushing. Man I think she liked it!"

Nash chuckled and slapped Joe on the back like they were old friends. "So was it good for you too, Blondie?" He asked Joe and was met with a silent glare.

Callie looked at Nash in disgust.

"Oh, now don’t look at me like that. I’m sure your fiancé will be thrilled when he finds out you saved his brother’s life. Although I don’t know if he’ll be too happy with the method you used to do it; or how much you enjoyed it!"

"You got what you wanted, now leave her alone." Joe said.

"Oh, no. I think we’re just getting started." A smile played at his lips. "Ever wonder what it’s like with her and your brother? Ever wonder if she’s any good?"

"You’re sick." Joe said, repulsed.

"Hey, don’t look at me like that. This is your big chance. You’re going to get to find out what it is your brother sees in her."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Joe asked warily, although he was quite sure he knew exactly what Nash meant.

"You know what I mean." Nash replied. "Brothers should share everything."

He looked at Callie, smiling. "You don’t mind being shared…do you? I mean it is all in the family, so to speak."

Nash exploded with laughter at the look of horror on Callie’s face. He looked back over his shoulder at Jenkins. "You got that video camera ready?" he asked, and then turned back to Callie. "I’m sure your fiancé would love a family video to add to the collection."

"No." Callie begged, shaking. "I…I can't do that."

"Oh, come on." He said, looking from Callie to Joe. "Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit…curious."

"No way. I won’t touch her." Joe replied firmly.

"I really think you should." Nash said, trying to persuade Joe.

"Uh-uh. Not a chance." Joe shook his head.

Nash studied Joe a moment, then smiled. "I’m impressed. You have morals. Very impressive, these days. Here you have the chance to find out what it is your brother sees in her, no chance of being found out, and you pass."

Turning to Jenkins, Nash pointed towards the stairs. "Let’s go. That shipment should be here by now."

Joe watched the two men retreat up the stairs then turned to Callie.

"Cal?" he said softly. "Are you ok?"

She kept her head down, eyes glued to the floor.

"Callie?"

"I’m sorry, Joe. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life." She said, her voice shaking. She could feel her face grow hot again, thinking about what had just happened, still unable to look at Joe. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.

"Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong." Joe said gently. He waited for a response, but Callie remained silent. "Come on, Callie. Look at me."

"I can’t, Joe. I just can’t"

Joe sighed. "They didn’t hurt you, did they?"

"No."

"You’re sure? You’re ok?"

"Yeah….Joe?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"What are we going to do when Frank finds out?" Callie asked, raising her eyes slightly, but still not meeting Joe’s gaze.

"When Frank finds out?!" Joe said in disbelief. "There’s no way he’ll find out unless one of us tells him and that will never happen!"

Joe leaned his head back against the post and closed his eyes. "He can’t find out, Callie." Joe said quietly. "Ever."

He knew Frank would understand the circumstances, but he also knew Frank would still be hurt at the thought that his brother and fiancée shared a kiss.

Upstairs, Nash and Jenkins were busy unpacking, sorting and cataloging the latest shipment of X-rated videos, readying them for transport to the many vendors who sold them.

"Man, did you see the look on her face?" Jenkins chuckled. "She was totally humiliated! Too bad we can’t get them to ‘do the deed’. His brother would never forgive him…or her. He’d never believe they were forced into it. And it would serve 'em right, too. Her for publishing those pictures and him for sticking his nose in where it doesn’t belong."

"True, but they’d rather die first." Nash replied, studying the video in his hand. A tight smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Ok, spill it." Jenkins said. "What evil thoughts are running through that head of yours?"

"What if we could get them to do it?" Nash looked at Jenkins slyly. "Or rather what if we could make it appear they did it?"

"I’m not sure I follow you. They’d never cooperate."

"They don’t have to cooperate. They don’t even have to touch each other. Hell, they don’t even have to look at each other!" Nash held up the tape in his hand. "All we need is the magic of video."

Jenkins smiled but still appeared somewhat confused.

"Look at all these tapes." Nash waved his hand over the shipment. "There has to be one with two blondes in here somewhere. Trust me, all we have to do is plant the seed and play a few minutes of strategically chosen video. They’ll be so disgusted with themselves they won’t want to look at it for more than a few seconds. They won’t look close enough to realize it’s not even them!"

"One problem. Don’t you think they’ll know they didn’t do it?" Jenkins asked.

Nash reached for his jacket, which was hanging over the back of a chair. Pulling a small plastic bottle from the pocket, he held it up for Jenkins to see.

Recognizing the bottle of rohyphnol, Jenkins’ face lit up and he howled with laughter.

"A little of this and they won't be able to remember what they did…or didn't do." Nash smiled.

"Man, you are a genius!"

"Think of the possibilities. As long as they think we have a video of them having sex, the possibilities are endless! Talk about blackmail opportunities."

"Brilliance. Pure brilliance."

"I think it’s about time our guests had dinner." Nash said evilly, shaking the small bottle.

Joe was wondering if he was going to be forced to sleep standing up, when he heard the door at the top of the stairs open. He turned his head to see Nash and Jenkins coming down the stairs holding a couple of bags from a well-known fast food place. His stomach growled as he inhaled the scent of the food and Joe realized he was starving.

Watching the two men warily, he tensed when they walked right past him and approached Callie. Wordlessly, Nash cut the ropes that held her hands behind her back.

"Don't move." He told her as he walked towards Joe, holding the knife loosely in his hand. He stopped behind Joe and looked at Jenkins apparently waiting for him to do something. Placing the bags on the floor, Jenkins pulled out a gun and held it to Callie's head.

"Don't worry." Nash said pre-emptively. "It's just a precaution so you don’t try anything stupid when I untie you." Leaning closer Nash whispered in Joe's ear. "If you so much as blink, she's dead."

Joe nodded, not wanting to endanger Callie. He was sure he'd get another chance later to get them out of this mess.

Nash cut the ropes holding Joe to the post and the ones on his wrists.

"Enjoy your dinner." Nash said as he and Jenkins disappeared back up the stairs.

Callie opened the bags and looked inside as Joe walked towards her stretching his six-foot frame. He sat down on the floor opposite her.

"Anything good?" he asked sniffing in the general direction of the bags.

"Burgers, fries and sodas." Callie replied, pulling the food out. She handed Joe the larger of the burger and fries and placed a soda on the floor in front of him.

They ate quickly and in silence, as neither had had anything to eat since that morning. After finishing the meal, Callie collected the trash and stood. Walking to a small trashcan, she deposited the empty cups and bags inside. Turning back to Joe she swayed on her feet.

Joe jumped up and ran to her side, catching her before she fell. "Callie, what's wrong?" he asked alarmed.

"Don't know." She put a hand to her forehead. "Feel dizzy. An' tired." She said, slurring her words. Leaning heavily against Joe he led her back to where they had been, and helped her to a sitting position on the floor.

"So tired." She said again, barely able to keep her eyes open.

Joe could feel her shivering in the cool, night air and pulled her close to him. He suddenly realized he was feeling a little strange himself.

'Damn! They drugged the food!' He thought, cursing himself for being so careless. 'Nothing I can do about it now.'

He lay down on the floor, holding Callie close to him, hoping they wouldn't be disturbed by Nash or Jenkins as they slept off whatever drug was now in control of them.