“No, it isn’t like that. Some guys do get spooked. I know one guy that, well, I was with him during a thunderstorm last fall, and lightning hit a ...ree in the neighbor’s back yard. He dropped and rolled under the table, and then ran to the basement. It took him hours to calm down. My problems aren’t like that. I never had a problem with the combat or the killing or the getting wounded. My problem is in the guilt I feel when somebody I am responsible for gets hurt or killed. It’s why I wanted to. “Tied down? That is precious! Myself, I had been looking forward to being married to you, and I assumed that you felt the same. Obviously, that was my mistake. I will never tie you down, though. You are free.”“Come on, Ellen, we can still work this out. The guests have all arrived. What can we tell them?”“Are you out of your mind, Richard? Do you honestly believe that I would hold nuptials with you, hours after you left the bed of a whore? I have more self respect than that!”“Ellen how can you. Suppose you were driving with the kids and you made a mistake - you ran a red light. There is an accident and one of the kids is maimed or killed. Would anything ever be the same again?" But that's not the same thing!" No, but in a way it is. You made a mistake and the consequences are irreversible." Whatever happened to forgive and forget? Isn't that what love is supposed to do?" All right, tell me if you would be changed by these scenes. The three of you are looking through gaps in the fence. Mom gave me a half smile, said, "I don't think I finished what I was doing. You know I hate a half-finished job," and went down to it. She held my dick in her hand, studying it. "You know," she said. "I was not k**ding. You have a nice dick, Bill. You're going to make your young wife very happy someday."I don't think I had ever heard Mom say "dick" before. It thrilled me, and I replied, "Mom, right now I just want to love you. I want to make you happy."She put her mouth on my dick and sank down.