“Callumn, I left $100.00 on the counter for you. In case of emergencies or for food. Were gonna leave now.” I stand up and follow mom down stairs... “So you’ll be back when?” “Around 7:00 PM Monday night” Mom goes into the kitchen to refill her water bottle. “Everything is loaded into the car, Margie…” My d ad comes into the kitchen. “Ready to go?” My mom nods and waves to me. “Bye Callumn…” She waves and they leave. I have been left alone before so this was a regular procedure. After I. Casey saw his dad was now fully erect in his jeans. He knew something was wrong and he had to get away but he didn't want his dad to get violent with him. His dad moved his hand down his arm and was feeling Casey's muscles. “You know Casey, you're a very attractive guy...” he moved his hand to Casey's crotch, “I'm glad we've gotten to be around each other more lately” “Okay dad, stop! I don't know what you're doing but I don't want you touching my dick!” He jumped up and his dad again grabbed. My voice was also a mess and I hoped I wouldn’t have to do a lot of talking in my classes.Everyone pointed out the finger-marks on my throat when we went next door for breakfast and I nodded. “I’m going for testing right after school and then to the hospital to get checked out. Any volunteers to come with me to see Carl?”Gina said she would and Lana and Beck offered to come along for the ride, so we took Lana’s car. I’d packed my sketchpad and intended to start working on my family portrait. In my case, my wonderful wife, Sue. And a one-way street becomes a two-street, where a second person’s needs and desires might steer you away from pleasure and towards the rocks and their danger. And of course, if you involve a third-person in what was previously a monogamous marriage, then there’s a third voice to be heard. A third voice that may well take things a long, long way from where you’d intended at the start. It’s a three-way street, with all of the inherent risks and dangers, to be.