As I calm and the storm of the day settles slowly in my thoughts I am reminded of secret friends. All of them like figments of my imagination but each...of them power full and unforgettable. I smile as I think back of the magical times on IRC when they lighted up my imagination and fired up the sweetest and sometimes the darkest and desires. I close my eyes as the rock sounds of a band starts the lead singer pours his heart out and is backed by the wailing guitar and the determined drums. My. I don't think they are going to hand them to us.Eddie: Stop with that Zen shit, just say it.Wes: You know what I meant. The common thread is Swamp Dog and the first rule of Swamp Dog is?Eddie: The first rule of Swamp Dog, is never talk about Swamp Dog no matter how insignificant the question seems.Wes: Right, the Evil Mercenary. He stands alone on the scorched battleground asking help from no one, and giving free help to no one.Eddie: You don't believe that shit do you.Wes: (With a shrug) Don't. If I cared at all I'd run. But I don't know, maybe I deserve it. Maybe I deserve to be punished. All I seem to do is hurt people – hurt Carly – and maybe it's time I got hurt.His first punch hits me in the stomach and I double up, white bursts exploding across my vision. I suck in a deep breath, gasping, his friends holding my sagging body up. The next cuts across my cheek, his ring cutting the skin open. I laugh a little at that, as if I haven't bled enough this week. My laugh only seems to. I didn't need to say a word to Claire. She assumed the appropriate position on her knees, unfastened my pants and eagerly shoved my cock in her mouth. In our five years of marriage I had never seen her like this. It might have been intimidating if it wasn't so damn hot. "She's out of control!" I thought. I was now in a position to see Paul. He was clearly watching the show from his rear view mirror. I noticed he was fidgeting in his seat quite a bit, obviously trying to adjust for his erection..