Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead...is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or. Growing up in California, I graduated high school in June of 2005 and by July, I was at Marine Corps boot camp in San Diego. I served for 7 years and went on 2 tours of duty, one in Iraq and 1 in Afghanistan. I was medically separated in 2012 after our convoy was hit with an IED, killing 3 of my friends and injuring me with shrapnel through my right arm. I had what the doctors called a mild case of PTSD which brought the occasional flashback as well as reactions to sudden loud noises.Shaking. If you're a nobleman, even an unfavored fourth son exiled under terms of remittance, the lower classes expect you to bark orders at them. If I were to be polite that would be highly unusual and even rather suspicious, so I didn't bother, except to offer the pair of them a couple of coppers each in payment. One coin each would have been the usual bribe, but I wanted to keep the law under particularly friendly terms these days, especially with a calculating killer now after me.This newly arrived. ’”, he replied with a blank expression.I tried processing what he said and the only possible answer was, “Are you out of your fucking mind? You are asking me to join them and have a threesome.”“Well, that is one option you have, else you have to confront them and ask them to stop fucking? Or you can just separate them; send Kevin to a boarding school so that they don’t get together”“Your first option is not an option for me, the second option is quite hard, the third one is possible but they.