Do friends always tell each other everything, or are there things that should remain hidden even from your closest friends? Does the true measure of f...iendship always depend on how truthful you are, or can secrets sometimes help strengthen your relationship? What if you feel that your friendship is the only thing that makes life worth living? What if your secrets are so dark, that you’re afraid you’ll lose your friends if you tell them? Let’s try to get to know a group of women, their. And for the most part, it had been just that. At least until her ex-husband, Robert, had shown up with his own child-bride.The blonde whore, as she liked to think of her, really wasn't a child-bride, she had to admit, but she might as well have been. Twenty years Joyce's junior, she was also only three years older than their son, Stephen's, new wife.To add insult to injury, the two of them were staying only two rooms down. The image of them going at it all night had been enough to disturb. This is just a dream. Yet, the sun warming his face felt real enough as did the scent of the giant bear; warm fur and fresh-turned soil. Logan pinched his arm and felt the sharp sting of pain.“I… how… what…” Logan stammered.The bear fell back down to all four paws. Logan felt the impact through his boots, heard the low boom of a multi-ton apex predator settling its weight on the ground. It took all the willpower he could muster not to piss himself in terror.“I am the eternal guardian of this. Does that mean you've talked to 'Dawn' already?" No," I said. "You remember when I started to wake her up before?" Yes," she said guardedly. She obviously remembered that if I wanted to, I could do pretty much anything I wanted, and she couldn't stop me."Well, someone talked me out of doing it because she realized that there was more to it." She?" Spring said. "But the only one there was Samantha, and you left her with me." That's true, but that doesn't mean we were totally alone. Spring, there.