”I can feel her grip tighten and feel her pull in tighter to me. “You know, it does feel like there are eyes looking at us, or, or, maybe a prese...nce pressing on us trying to steer us away from safety or something. I don’t know,” she says then shudders.As we round the next turn, we see a tent and other supplies set up for a camp. She stops and tries to pull me back around the corner. “Are you sure we can get back this way? We just walked into someone’s camp,” she says in a whisper. . ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————While my wife was away this past weekend, I went to the local adult bookstore I go to every weekend. This time, I found a few of my older regulars and invited them to my house, which I’ve never even considered.I was dressed in my wife’s sexiest lingerie, and while she was away taking load after load from her own boyfriend (a FAT fuck of a married dad), I brought these 3 older men up to our bedroom. Then I laid down on our marriage bed, in. She's looking pretty damn good for all she's been through. When we move the table out of the way she begins to stir and demands, "Where's my spoon?"I answer, "I don't have any idea. How do you feel?"She complains, "Like I was ran over by two buses and a Cadillac! What happened?"I reply, "Someone blew up the armory tent and it also destroyed your tent. You're luckier than the others in the mess tent since most of them have major burns."I look up and I see something happening to Glen that I sure. Sadly this is where my story takes a tragic turn. At the end of the summer, on his way back to Illinois, Matt and his Dad were killed in a bus-automobile crash. Distance and time restrictions left me unable to attend any wake or funeral for either. I had lost my best friend in life, the one person I had always been able to count on. I was away at school with friends, but not the depth of friend I would ever have again with Matt. I never felt so alone and deserted. If not for a long pep talk.