The world is full of them, and they make all-too-willing pawns and accomplices for the Agents of Darkness. They have no idea what in hell is going on,...and frankly, they make me sick sometimes. I know it’s not exactly their fault but come on. Stop and look around for a moment once in a while, you know? Anyhow, ninety percent of the world’s population is made up of the Mundane folk, and the other nine percent is made up of the Agents of Darkness, whom psychologists call Sociopaths. Men and women. .. I mean this IS a gay bar right? And you guys are married...?" Well, you see... it's like this..." she started as she took my hand in hers. "Tom and I have a special relationship..."Oh brother, here goes! Not another one of those open-marriage thingys...I wasn't so much paying attention to what she was saying as to what her eyes and body language were conveying to me. She was quite the sales girl!Her other hand held mine briefly, then moved to rest on my hip as her eyes mesmerized me with. I went to the computer and checked for any messages. One email was from the angry client who told me I was sacked as his web page master. Good. He still would not get his password to amend until he paid his account. There was a request to transfer over the domain registration to another provider. I emailed then saying until the account is fully paid I will not authorise or pass on the access password. My web host knew me well and would await further instructions. I checked my bank account and. 'There is something I think you should know Mariel', he paused then said, 'your mother and I are 'Swingers''.I looked at him confused, 'Swingers' to me, were something to do with music and dancing. Dad explained what it really meant, and by the time he had finished, I realized my mother was a border-line nymphomaniac, perhaps helping to explain my own unnatural urges, which at that very moment, were focused on my fathers taut stomach muscles, and what my eyes could not see, directly under the.