Sam was really worried about Rex. They had worked on many ad campaigns together and Sam considered them to be good friends. When Rex showed up for work with his face a black and blue mess, Sam pressured him to find out what happened. When Rex came up with some bullshit story about being mugged while he was getting in his car, Sam didn't buy it. The Ad Agency was in a part of town that had a very low crime rate. And Rex lived in a very good neighborhood. So Sam didn't believe it happened the way Rex described. Rex was hiding something and Sam wanted to know what. He really wanted to help Rex, but he wouldn't budge from his mugging story. Sam finally gave up and let it go. After all, he would heal and everything would be back to normal. Then Rex came in about two weeks later and his face was busted up again. Sam wouldn't let it go this time. He badgered Rex for nearly a week, but couldn't get any answers. Rex just kept repeating he didn't want to talk about it. Sam took it upon himself to help Rex whether he wanted help or not. Somehow he was going to get to the bottom of this. That's what true friends do. Sam was thinking.

All of his life, Sam thought of himself as the go to guy. The problem fixer. While in high school, Sam was big and brawny like the athletic kids. He was also really smart like the nerds. He had a tendency to hang around the smart kids more often, because their level of conversation was more up to par with his own. So it stood to reason if one of them was having a problem with a jock, Sam took care of it for them. And when he was in College, he straightened out an ex boyfriend of his older sisters when he kept hassling her to get back together. Eventually, Sam developed a hero complex. When he saw someone in trouble, he went to their aid. And Rex was definitely in trouble. He knew Rex's type. Good size, well developed muscles, and his own man. He would be totally embarrassed to ask anyone for help. But Sam never let that stop him before and he wasn't going to let it stop him now. Rex was in trouble, he needed Sam's help, and Sam was willing to give it whether Rex asked for it or not. It was that simple in Sam's mind.

Unknown to Rex, Sam followed him home from work for the next ten days. When nothing happened, he decided Rex's problems might have occurred in the mornings. So for another ten days, Sam set his alarm early and was waiting for Rex when he walked out of his house. He followed him to work, keeping an eye out for nut jobs in traffic and suspicious looking pedestrians when Rex was walking. The morning of the tenth day, he was shocked to see Rex come out of his house all beaten up. My God! Sam thought to himself. Someone is coming to his house in the evenings and giving Rex those awful beatings. But who? When Sam got to the office, he acted surprised to see Rex beaten up again. He asked, pleaded with, and even begged Rex to give him some answers. but Rex wouldn't spill the beans. Sam made up his mind right then and there to find out what was going on with Rex. One way or another, he was going to help his friend. He wasn't sure how he was going to do that, but somehow he was going to find out. He came up with the idea to stop by Rex's house on the week end and see if Rex would talk in a more comfortable environment. If he couldn't persuade Rex to talk, maybe he could get some answers from his wife. She was surely worried about Rex as much as he was. That idea sounded like the best solution.

Saturday morning he drove over to Rex's house. Sam was a bachelor, so most of his free time was his own. He was determined to get to the truth and wasn't leaving their home until he had it. Rex would thank him in the long run, so he felt justified in what he was doing. Sam parked his car in front of their house and boldly rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Rex opened the door and was mortified to see Sam standing on his front porch. Sandy had given him a list of chores to complete before she returned from shopping. And Rex was only about half done. "What are you doing here Sam?" Rex asked nervously. Sam was a little thrown off by Rex wearing a pink frilly apron. But he let it slip from his mind. He had never been married, but he knew some men helped their wives around the house. Especially the ones with wives who also worked. Although he had never seen any of his other married friends wearing an apron. But that wasn't the reason he stopped by, so he forgot all about it. "I'm here to help you out with the problems you've been having good buddy. And I'm not leaving until I get some answers."

"How many times do I have to tell you Sam. I'm not having any problems. Now please forget it and go on back home." Rex pleaded. Sam pushed his way into the house. "I told you Rex. I'm not leaving until I get some answers. If you won't give me any then I'll ask your wife old buddy. I'm sure she's as concerned about you as I am." Sam said. "Sandy's not home Sam. And she has nothing to tell you either. So go home like I asked and let it be." "No can do good buddy. I'm going to save you from whomever is kicking your ass and that's final." Rex didn't know what to do. Sam was a pretty big man. About 6 foot 5 inches tall and roughly 260 pounds. There was no way he could throw him out, especially in the condition he was in. He hadn't fully recovered from the last beating Sandy had given him. But he would be thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed to have Sam find out it was his sweet little wife who was beating him to a pulp. He wouldn't be able to face him again if he found that out. It was hard to look Sam in the eye now, knowing he wasn't man enough to stop his wife from abusing him. But he would die if Sam found out the truth.

"Please Sam, just drop it and go on back home. There's nothing to help me with. Everything is fine." He pleaded. "I know that's a line of shit Rex. I saw you come out of your house the other morning with your face all mangled up. So I know someone is coming here and working you over. Like I said. If you won't tell me the truth, I'll ask your wife." Sam mentioning Sandy, reminded him she would be home soon. And he wasn't finished with his house work. She would be angry with him for being lazy and maybe give him a beating in front of Sam. He had to get rid of him somehow. "For Christ sakes Sam. Can't you see I don't want your help. Now please, go back home and leave me alone." "You can deny it all you want good buddy. But I'm not going to idly sit back and do nothing when you keep coming into work with your face looking like that. I know the situation probably seems hopeless from your side of the fence, but it isn't. Trust me Rex and let me help you out of whatever jam you're in." Rex wanted to scream. He never realised before how bull headed Sam could be. "God damn it Sam. I can't say it any plainer. Now get out." Sam plopped down on the sofa and folded his arms over his barrel like chest. "Forget it Rex, I'm not leaving." He stated.

Rex was pacing back and forth across the living room. He was a total nervous wreck and had no solution to the problem he was facing. Sam sat his ass down on the sofa and wouldn't budge short of the house burning down. Sandy would be home any minute and Rex wasn't even close to finishing the chores she ordered him to do. Rex wanted to find a hole somewhere and crawl in it. He was about ready to cry from the frustration he felt. Sandy was going to be pissed, Sam was a stubborn God damn mule, and Rex was the one who was going to pay with pain. And he knew it was useless to try and reason with either one of them. Rex was fucked. He heard the door that led to the garage open up and nearly had a heart attack. Sandy was home and the shit was about to hit the fan. Sandy sat the two bags of groceries on the table and looked at the kitchen floor with a scowl on her beautiful face. Rex was supposed to have it mopped before she returned and it wasn't done. "REX!" "I need you to get the rest of the groceries out of the car and explain to me why this kitchen floor isn't mopped." Rex was glued to the spot he was standing in and sweating like a pig.

Sandy came around the corner of the kitchen and saw Rex standing in the middle of the floor. "Rex, didn't you hear me calling you? Why is that kitchen floor not"....Rex cut her off in mid sentence. "Sandy honey, this is Sam. He works with me down at the office." Sam stood up and stuck out his hand. "Hi. May I call you Sandy?" Before Sandy could say anything, Sam turned to Rex. "Come on old buddy. I'll help you bring in those groceries." Rex pleadingly looked at Sandy and followed Sam out to the garage. Sandy slipped off her sandals and sat down. She noticed the car parked in front of their house when she got home. But she didn't think they had company. The neighbors across the street were having a bar-b-cue and cars were parked all up and down the street. She assumed the car in front of their house belonged to one of their friends. The man is already here, so I might as well be hospitable. She thought to herself. But Rex was going to get a good talking to when his friend left.

The two men put the groceries on the table and Sam strolled back to the living room to speak to Sandy. Rex knew Sandy was upset, so he quickly followed Sam back to the living room. He was hoping to steer the two away from any confrontation concerning his beatings and avoid any kind of trouble. But the situation looked completely hopeless. He was right. Sam jumped right in and tried to get some answers. "Maybe you'll help me out Sandy. I can't seem to get any straight answers from Rex. And I really want to help you two out. Ive been badgering Rex for a month now, trying to find out who is giving him these awful beatings. He either comes up with a cock and bull story, or says he doesn't want to talk about it. So I decided to come to you and see if I can get some straight answers." Sandy sat there and stared at him in surprise. She had no idea that's why the man was here. She thought it was just a social visit between working male companions. "There are no answers to give Sam. It really isn't any of your concern." She flatly told him. "Not you too?" Sam replied. "Look. I really want to help and I'm very good at this sort of thing. All you have to do is open up and I'll help you make your problems disappear. It's as simple as that." He replied with a smile.

"There is no problems to make disappear Sam. So if that's the only reason you're here, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Sandy told him in no uncertain terms. "Boy you two are really scared. What is it? Did you borrow some money from a loan shark and his goons are working Rex over because you couldn't afford to pay him off? Is one of your ex boyfriends paying you a visit because he's pissed off you married Rex instead of him? I can help with these problems or any others that are bothering you. All you have to do is tell me what they are." Sandy couldn't believe the nerve of this man. "Look Sam. You're butting your nose in where it doesn't belong. Now stay out of our lives and get out of our house." She angrilytold him. Rex was as nervous as a chicken in a fox den. If he didn't do something quick, the argument between Sandy and Sam may escalate into a fight. He didn't want that to happen. He was hoping to cool them both down before Sandy really got pissed off. "I told you there was nothing you could help us with Sam, so please go on home and forget it." Rex pleaded. "You two are in so much trouble you're afraid to talk about it. I'm not leaving until you let me help. So you might as well tell me what's going on." He said crossing his arms over his thick chest.

That was the last straw. "Sam. Get your ass up and get out of our house before you regret not heeding my warning. This is the last one I'm going to give you, so you better pay attention to it." Sandy sternly told the nosy asshole. Rex was really worried now. "Wait Sandy. Please don't do anything hasty." She looked at him with her cold brown eyes. "Shut your mouth Rex. Or I'll give you a good beating for letting this nosy son of a bitch in our house. I'm already pissed off you didn't finish the household chores I assigned you." "SO SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!" Sam's mouth was hanging open while he listened to Sandy speak to Rex in that manner. When Rex scurried over to the chair and sat down when she ordered him to, his chin fell clear to his knees. MY GOD! IT'S HIS WIFE WHO'S GIVING HIM THOSE TERRIBLE BEATINGS! He thought to himself. Sam couldn't believe it. She wasn't even half his size. How could it be possible. But seeing the frightened look on Rex's white as a sheet face, it had to be the answer he was looking for. No wonder Rex didn't want to talk about it. He was to ashamed and embarrassed to admit it.

"IT'S YOU!" "You're the one who's been beating him to a pulp." "That's right asshole. And you're about to get some of the same if you don't clear out of here in about two seconds." She threatened. "I'm not someone who enjoys hitting females little lady. But don't provoke me. You're not fucking with some little punk." He confidently boasted. "No I'm not. I'm fucking with a nosy son of a bitch who doesn't know how to mind his own business. This is your last warning big mouth. Get out of my house or stand up so I can give you a severe beating and throw you out." She warned. "You're crazy lady. Really fucking crazy." Sam told her as he stood up. "That was the wrong decision little man. And you're about to painfully find out why." Sam walked to the middle of the room to meet the crazy bitch head on. "Don't worry Rex. Your secret is safe with me. After I kick your crazy wife's ass and get you out of this nightmare, we'll never speak about it again. So hang in there buddy. I'm about to set you free." Sam wasn't going to waste any time. The sooner he beat this bitch's ass to the floor, the sooner he and Rex could go have a beer and discuss what he wanted to do. This shouldn't take long, he was thinking.

Sam fired a straight right at Sandy's beautiful face, thinking the fight would be over when it landed. But it didn't land. Sandy easily dodged it and let him have it with a right cross to the jaw. "SMACK!" His head snapped back and a surprised look came over his face. OK. Maybe this will take a little longer then I figured. He said to himself. No problem. He let loose with a multitude of body damaging blows. But the crazy bitch was somehow able to evade them as well. "SMACK!..SMACK!" A right and left hook found their way to his eyes. "You really should have left when I told you to wimp. Because you won't be able to walk out of here under your own power when I'm finished with you." Her smart ass mouth just made Sam more determined then ever to beat her down and save Rex from his miserable life. Sam began pumping his arms with the speed of a well tuned engine. And his large fists were filled with the power of three hundred horses under that engine. But Sandy's elusive skills were more then up to the challenge. She moved around his thunderous attempts like she was dancing to a tune on the radio. Sam became very confused.

"That was pathetic you loud mouth sissy. Let me give you a demonstration on the art of striking your target when you punch." "SMACK!" Her left jab mashed his nose to his face. "See how easy it is?" "SMACK!" Another left jab split his lip. "And it gets easier as you go along." "SMACK!" A right cross reddened his left cheek. "Especially when you're fighting with a pansy ass." "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Two to his hard abs was followed by a right hook to his eye. "Are you learning anything wimp?" Sam was totally perplexed that he hadn't landed a single punch. And even more confused that hers always managed to find their mark. The rage that had built up in his 6 foot 5 inch 260 pound frame was being replaced by frustration. It's a fucking female God damn it. Dispose of her and quit fucking around. His mind told him. He waded in, windmilling potent punches to do just that. Sandy's self defense training took over and Sam got even more frustrated when all of his killer punches missed their target.

"My turn pussy." Sandy told him grinning. "SMACK!" His mouth hurt. "SMACK!" His nose hurt. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both cheeks hurt. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes hurt. "THUD!..THUD!" His stomach hurt. "SMACK!" His jaw hurt and he dropped side ways to the floor. "That was fun little man. Get up so I can do it again." Sam couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. This fight should be over and he and Rex should be on their way to the bar. But instead, he was lying in the floor with his face and large body feeling pain all over. And she was standing above him smiling and running her fucking mouth. It didn't seem possible. But the pain said it was real. Rex felt so embarrassed when he scurried over to the chair and sat down when Sandy ordered him to. Seeing the look on Sam's face made him feel so ashamed of himself. But Sam was a stand up guy. Instead of laughing or making fun of his cowardliness, Sam jumped up to engage Sandy and try to set him free. Maybe this was his chance to get out from under her thumb. If he and Sam beat her to a pulp, he could keep her weak and helpless by giving her a beating every day. Then he would be back on top where he belonged and Sandy would afraid of him and following his orders. With a large smile on his face, Rex jumped up to help his buddy out.

Sandy was standing over Sam, waiting for him to get to his feet. Rex entering the fray never crossed her mind. So when his muscular arms wrapped around her arms and waist, she was totally surprised. "I've got her Sam. Get up and let her have it." With her arms trapped at her sides, Sandy used the weapons she had at her disposal. She threw her head back and broke Rex's nose. "WHACK!" "YEOOOWWWWWWWWWW!" Rex screamed and turned her loose. Sam was still on his hands and knees about to get up. "WHAP!" Her bare foot exploded in his face and broke his nose while sending him back to the floor. She turned to Rex and put him in the floor with a solid right to his mid section and a left hook to his jaw. "THUD!..SMACK!" Rex dropped next to Sam, whimpering in pain. "I have totally had it with you Rex. After tonight, you won't be any kind of threat to me at all. I'm going to beat you so bad you may never recover. Now both of you pathetic little pussy's get up so I can knock you down at my feet." Rex helped Sam to his feet and smiled at him. "Thanks Sam, you're a good friend. When we get through putting her back in her rightful place, I'll owe you a large debt of gratitude." He said expressing his graditude. "No problem good buddy. I told you I would help you out of your jam. It just never dawned on me your wife was the problem." He answered.

"Well thanks to you Sam she won't be any longer. Lets get her." "I'm with you good buddy. One badly beaten bitch coming right up." The two large men advanced on Sandy like two hyenas approaching a dead carcass. Sandy grinned and waited for them to come in range. She knew Rex was a pussy. And the way she had easily handled his friend so far tonight, he was a pussy too. So beating them both senseless at the same time was going to be a piece of cake. She stood in the middle of the floor with her hands perched on her shapely hips and waited to start their destruction. She looked Sam square in the eyes and drew back her right fist. He dodged, thinking the punch was directed at him. But she fooled the big ox and threw it at Rex instead. He also thought the punch was aimed at Sam and wasn't prepared when it landed. "SMACK!" It landed flush in the middle of the face and dumped him on his ass. Sam was in shock when Rex went down. So he didn't see the left cross that was going to put him back in the floor again. "SMACK!" He dropped to his back and groaned. "Come on boys, get up. You didn't land at my feet like I told you to. So I'll have to try again." "NOW GET YOUR ASSES UP WIMPS!" She ordered.

Rex knew he wasn't man enough to take Sandy alone. She proved that to him on many occasions. But he was willing to take a few punches to divert her attention, so Sam could get in a good shot. If one of them could land one solid punch they would be victorious. Sandy couldn't stand up to a hard male fist plowing into her. She would be in the floor bleeding or out cold. Rex jumped in and fired bone breaking punches as fast as he could. But to Sandy they were pitifully slow. Like he was throwing them under water. And the kick to Sam's face had done more damage then Rex thought. He was still floundering on the floor and unable to help Rex out. Sandy blocked his last two punches and took it to Rex with authority. He didn't stand a chance of escaping them. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Rex staggered back, unable to dodge or block a thing. Sandy had him off balance and vulnerable. "SMACK!" The straight right between his eyes buckeled his legs and dropped him right at her feet. "That's my good little boy. I knew you would obey my commands and land where I told you to." Sam was finally climbing to his feet, so Sandy took Rex out of the fight for a bit. "STOMP!" The sole of her bare foot landed on the back of his head and mashed his face into the floor really hard. Rex was delirious and uncertain where he was at. Sandy smiled and went to meet Sam. "Your turn sissy. Come to Sandy."

Sam threw a straight right and Sandy ducked under it. "THUD!" A right of her own drilled him in the stomach. "UUGGHHHHHHHH!" She heard Sam grunt and smiled. He tried a straight left this time and she ducked under it too. "THUD!" Her solid left dug deep into his stomach and made Sam grunt from the pain again. "UUGGHHHHHHHH!" Still determined, Sam let fly with a right cross that Sandy simply block. "THUD!..THUD!" Her combination speared into his mid section with authority. "UUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Another painful grunt escaped Sam's lips. Getting pissed at being so incompetent, Sam chucked four murderous shots at the beautiful female gladiator. Those four were easily slapped away and Sam was feeling great pain in his stomach again. Sandy's four punches landed firmly in his bread basket. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Rage filled his red face and Sam went after her again. One body maiming punch after another was aimed at his female adversary. But he just wasn't fast enough to catch up to her elusive body. After dodging the last feeble attempt, Sandy went back to work on his softening tummy. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!"

Sam's face turned a pale shade of green and he collapsed to his knees in front of her. "SMACK!" The solid right landed on his temple and dropped him to the floor on his back. Sam was really dazed and nearly out of it. Sandy grinned and pinched his broken nose between her big toe and the next one. He lie there for a few seconds, not realising what she was doing to him. When he gained back most of his senses, he reached up to swat her foot away. Sandy quickly lifted her foot to make him miss and stomped him right in the face. "STOMP!..BANG!" His head hit on the floor hard. Sam's arms flopped to his sides after his head hit the floor. He was semi conscious and slightly delirious. Sandy smiled and pinched his nose between her toes again. It took a few more seconds for Sam to come around this time. But he finally reached up to slap her foot away. Another miss was followed by another stomp to his swelling face. "STOMP!..BANG!" His arms dropped to the floor again while he lie there nearly unconscious. Sandy put her two toes in his mouth this time and grinned when he subconsciously began to suck on them.

She was upset she had to stop her little game of humiliating Sam because Rex was beginning to stir. Removing her toes from his sucking mouth, she slammed her foot down on his face again. "STOMP!..BANG!" Sam's body shook like he was having an epileptic fit, before he settled down and dropped off to sleep. Sandy strolled over to Rex who was groggily getting to his feet. "Welcome back sweetie. You're just in time for your next lesson in behavior. You really should have been smart enough to obey my orders and stay seated. I guess I haven't completely beaten that stubborn streak out of you yet. But I will darling. You can bet your last dollar on it." Rex was so sick of listening to her over confident mouth. He threw caution to the wind and attacked like a mad man. Both arms went to work with all the speed and strength he had in him. He wanted to beat the smart ass bitch to the floor more then anything he ever wanted in his life. But his desire and determination couldn't match his wife's fighting and defenses skills. Sandy took him apart like he was a two year old and enjoyed every second of it. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He never stood a chance. His muscular arms were hanging at his sides in less then a minute and his thick legs threatened to buckle with every punch.

"SMACK!" Rex's eyes rolled back in their sockets and his swollen face and battered body hit the floor. He lie there sobbing like a baby, knowing Sandy had won again. "Can't you see that stubborn streak you have only causes you pain little man?" Sandy asked her beaten husband. "You're no match for me sweetie and you never will be. I'm just to far out of your league. But if I haven't convinced you of that fact, then get your ass up so I can prove it to you again." Rex didn't want to get up. Hell, he wasn't sure he even could. Sandy was right. He couldn't beat her and never would be able to. She was just to fast and strong. Rex gave up. His desire and determination to get back his rightful place as the dominate partner in his marriage dissolved like snow under a hot sun. The rage and hate he had felt towards Sandy in the last few months evaporated into thin air. It was strangely replaced by a serene peacefulness, that left him feeling calm and content. The tears stopped flowing from his black and blue eyes as he slowly crawled to the feet of his beautiful wife. She looked down at him, expecting some sort of lame attack. And was surprised when Rex placed his swollen lips on her bare foot and tenderly kissed it.

"You win Sandy. I've been a complete fool. You're the best thing I've ever had in my life and I'm sorry I tried to ruin that by being an asshole. Please give me another chance to show you how much I want this marriage to work. I'll never try and hit you again, I swear. You take the reigns in this marriage and I'll happily follow you to the ends of the earth. I love you sweetheart and I always will. I'll stop drinking all together and be attentive and considerate of your wishes and needs. Just give me the chance to prove it. I'm really very sorry I lost my mind and became a crazy maniac. Please say you'll forgive me for acting like an idiot. Please baby." Tears formed in Sandy's eyes. The beaten pile of flesh lying at her feet sounded like her Rex. The Rex she never dreamed she would ever see again. The Rex she loved with all her heart. "If everything you just said is sincere, then I forgive you sweetheart. But if it's a ploy to lull me into a false sense of security until you're healed up enough to attack me again, I'll beat you within an inch of your life. Are we clear on that Rex?" She asked. "Yes dear, we're clear. I meant every word I said. I want to go back to the couple who loves and respects each other. I know it's my fault we lost that and I'll do anything in my power to make it up to you. Just give me a chance to prove it. I love you Sandy, more then life."

Sandy knelt down and took him in her arms. "I love you too Rex. With every fiber of my being. And I'm very glad you finally came to your senses. I didn't enjoy beating you like a dog, but you left me no other choice. After that first night you took me against my will, all I wanted to do was get back at you. Once I did that and took over, I felt the only way to keep you from hurting me again was to keep you under my control. I miss the couple we used to be as much as you do. But the way you were acting, I never thought we could get that back. So it was much easier and less painful for me to break you and bend your will to mine. I'm sorry I got carried away." She confessed. Rex looked into her beautiful brown eyes and smiled. Even though his battered, swollen face made it extremely painful for him to do that. "I would say we both took it beyond the realm of sanity. But I did it first. So there's no need for you to apologise for anything. You only did what you had to do to survive. You always could adapt to any situation and do your best to deal with it. I really am sorry sweetheart. And I promise to go back to the Rex you love." "That's good enough for me sweetie." Sandy said as tears trickled down her cheeks.

Sandy looked over at Sam sleeping in the floor. "What do you say we get rid of your nosy friend over there and consummate this new agreement between us with some hot, steamy sex?" She asked with a seductive smile on her beautiful face. "Only if you promise there will be no dildos involved." He replied pleadingly. Sandy laughed and hugged him tight. "I promise sweetie. Just you and me and our own personal equipment." "Then I accept. Maybe you better let me wake Sam up. He might piss his pants if you're standing over him." Sandy laughed and hugged him again. "Be my guest sweetheart." Rex gently shook Sam until his eyes fluttered open. "Sam. Sandy and I have worked things out. I appreciate you trying to help me my friend, but your help is no longer needed. Go home and take care of your cuts and bruises." Sam climbed to his feet, vigorously shaking his head to clear his vision. "Don't worry Rex. I'm alright. I know she forced you to say that. I'm still going to help you escape the clutches of that abusive bitch." "NO! Sam, please wait." Rex was wasting his breath, because Sam had already charged Sandy to resume his efforts to free his buddy. Sandy saw him coming and readied herself for battle.

Sam threw punches in bunches to beat Sandy to the floor and rescue Rex. She danced around them all like a harem belly dancer, waiting for her chance to strike back. Sam's hard, right roundhouse missed it's mark and threw him slightly off balance. Sandy took advantage of his awkwardness and took him to school. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" He was back pedalling out of control, frantically trying to stay on his feet. "SMMMACK!" Her hay maker right landed between his eyes and Sam slumped to the floor like a wet sack. While he was lying at her feet barely conscious, Sandy flipped him over on his back. She straddled his large body and pinned his arms to the floor with her knees. Then she slapped him awake and sat back on his barrel like chest. "Rex was telling you the truth you dumb ass moron. We've settled our differences and put our marriage back together. When I let you up, I want you to get your nosey ass out of our house and go home. This is your last warning wimp. If you attack me again, I'll beat you completely senseless. We both know I can do it. So take my advice and heed my warning." "DON'T JUST STAND THERE REX! GRAB HER WHILE I'VE GOT HER OCCUPIED!" Sam screamed at his friend. Rex shook his head, wondering how to convince Sam he didn't need his help. Sandy on the other hand was totally angry with the stupid asshole. "Have it your way you big pussy. I guess I'll have to beat it into your head."

She raised her hard fists and saw the fear in his frightened swollen eyes. "SMACK!" "Rex doesn't need your help little man." "SMACK!" "Our marriage is back on track." "SMACK!" "I didn't force him to say anything." "SMACK!" "He realised what a jerk he's been for the last year and finally came to his senses." "SMACK!" "So he doesn't need a hero to rescue him from me." "SMACK!" "Especially a pathetic weakling like you who couldn't save his ass from burning if the seat of his pants were on fire." "SMACK!" "Now get your ass out of our house while you can still leave on your own power." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Sam began crying like a broken hearted child. Tears streamed down his battered, swollen face like two ruptured water pipes. He looked at Rex apologetically. "I'm.. s.sorry.. R.R.Rex. You'll.. h.have.. to.. f.f.find.. some.. ot.other.. w.way.. to.. fr.fr.free.. yours.self.. fr.from.. her. I.. can't.. t.take.. anym.more." He looked up at Sandy and spoke with a whiny voice. "Pl.pl.please.. don't.. b.beat.. him.. to.. b.b.badly.. be.because.. of.. me. It.. wa.wasn't.. h.his.. f.f.fault.. I.. interv.vened. He.. had.. n.no.. idea.. I.. w.was.. going.. to.. d.do.. it. Pl.pl.please.. s.show.. h.him.. s.some.. m.m.mercy." He said pleading Rex's case.

Sandy threw back her head and screamed. "UUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT! I SHOULD KEEP BEATING YOUR FACE TO A PULP BECAUSE YOU'RE SO GOD DAMN STUPID! GIVE UP THE HERO BUSINESS WIMP! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC LITTLE WEAKLING! NOW STAY AWAY FROM REX AND I! OR I'LL FINISH GIVING YOU THE WORSE BEATING OF YOUR LIFE!" She climbed off of Sam and dragged him to his feet. "Rex. Please open the door for me." Sam's right arm was snapped up his back in a hammerlock and the back of his collar was grabbed by her other hand. Sandy marched Sam out of the house, ignoring his whimpering pleas. When they reached the porch, she spun him around to look him in the eyes. "If you ever come back again you'll wish you were dead by the time I'm done giving you a thorough beating." "IS THAT CLEAR YOU PATHETIC LITTLE PUSSY?" "Yes.. ma'am. I.. w.won't.. ever.. bot.ther.. you.. ag.ag.again." hE WHINED. She held him steady and blasted his chin with a hay maker right. "SMMMACK!" Sam flew off of the porch and landed in the yard out cold. Sandy stepped back in the house and slammed the door.

When Sandy turned around, her anger quickly changed to laughter. Rex was standing there stark naked with a raging hard on. "Don't just stand there babe. Get your clothes off. It would be a shame to waste this big monster." He said smiling. "Yes sweetheart, it certainly would." She replied laughing. Sandy was peeling her clothes off as they raced to the bedroom, squealing like little children.