After a couple more bourbons he told me the story that was on his mind. Strangers in bars often share personal stories about things that trouble them,...things they would never discuss with family or friends. He told me that he was married for five years and still madly in love with his wife, but that he had to work some things out in his mind. He spoke about finding something out that rocked him to his core. He told me that his wife had gone out last week with her girlfriends and didn’t get home. “Do you still have your camera?” Yeah my camera stuff is in the small room” I answered, I stood up and walked over the the small bedroom. “Good, I’m getting revenge on that bastard” she said “and I want you to film it” I turned around and looked at her, she looked me dead in the eyes “and I want you to fuck me too.” My cock twitched at the thought but the rest of me was stunned. “I was told to” she said with a cheeky smile on her face “this morning when we came back in John told me to fuck you”. Quite often they’re surprised that I’m intellectually savvy too. I enjoyed the Philosophy of Nietzsche and Shakespearean literature. I embraced the teachings of Niccolo Machiavelli. I wish more great men like these were around. Coach Luke Walker was on par with the best of them, at least in my eyes. He looked out for the college man in an age of man-hating feminist dogma and political correctness. That took major guts. Especially since he was the first African-American to become Director of. I was essentially going in blind.Before long, we reached the exact spot where we had encountered the herd. Like last time, we waited in silence before becoming aware of the approaching herd of cyclops. We made short work of the cyclops once again, with Tom doing most of the work as he was eager to gain our short term trust while I was more concerned with keeping an eye on him.We had arrived at the moment of truth. There was no doubt in my mind that the result of Tom’s actions wouldn’t be much.