. Vietnam. In this, the year of our Lord, 1972, nobody asked. Tyche was too young for school and the widow was making ends meet ... or so she said.“...ash,” she said. “Strictly cash.” And so it was. Having an income made her a target for the layabouts. Having a child ... not so much. And the child was mouthy. Couple of weeks and the layabouts stopped pestering the widow.“She’s attractive,” they said. “But that kid.”They had one thing that set them apart; tools. Special tools. Planers and table. I'm sorry sis, I assumed you knew.” “Bloody typical. Nobody tells me anything anymore. I assume Geoff knows all about it?” “Well yeah. That's why Jerome asked for my help. Apparently, Geoff is going to be away that weekend. He has some kind of work thing on.” “What the fuck? When was he planning on telling me any of this?” “I really am sorry, sis. I assumed you knew.” “Oh, it's not your fault, Ben, but those two will be getting a stern talking to later.” I was really pissed off at the pair of. They also wanted a change, as they also used to help me in my studies. My parents agreed to go on one condition if I stayed back, at my mausi’s house.They dropped me early morning there, and left. My mausi’s family consist’s of her husband (my mausaji), her 7 year old son, and an old mother in law. The first day passed, just talking. She asked me about my exams and just other general stuff, what career I will pursue. Being just a teen I used to masturbate a lot, atleast once daily. Oh I almost. Finally after watching it for about the third time, Aedan approached me, where I walked hand-in-hand with Alistair, chatting with Tomas."So ... why exactly don't you have a picture of me? And who is this woman who's talking to everyone?"I glanced over at where he was pointing and froze. Oh crap. I had taken the video of my Cousland interacting with everyone. My female Cousland. I had never planned on explaining the multiple origins in game. I'd never planned to admit it was a game. It was hard.