It was a rhetorical question. It came back in one hot, fast flash. All of it. I couldnt feel the wrath anymore and without the lens of righteousness I...saw the monster I had become. They monster they had made me. They? she asked, Make no mistake Gavin Day, you did that to your wife. I&hellip, Shut up and listen. she snapped, leaning forward like a school mistress scolding a wayward student, You shot your neighbor dead. You kidnapped and tortured your wife. No one else. You But I&hellip, I. By this time I loved when he looked at me in that way.But the night things really began to change was during one of our infamous sleepovers. We were going to watch a movie, and had recently changed into our sleepwear. I had put on a tank top and some short cotton shorts, my typical bedclothes. Alex had changed faster than me and was lying across the whole couch."Hey, don't I get a spot?," I asked."Nope! My house, my couch," he joked, with a grin on his face.Loving our casual ribbing I. When we got to the backyard everyone was gone. Not a soul left to glare at us or treat us with the disgust that we deserved. As we all dispersed to our respective houses, my wife and I looked at each other and said, things would never be the same. That was an understatement because within two days divorce proceedings had started for both my sister and my wife’s brother. There were many unhappy days ahead with fighting over finances, assets, etc, and it wasn’t possible to imagine things getting. .. long-term. A serious, heavy relationship, is that right? You’d both be my girlfriends and I would be your boyfriend. Is that right? I was under the impression that you wanted to play the field a bit,” Dan answered with some confusion.“Oh, my sweet, sweet man ... yes, we want to play the field, and so do you, and that is fine with us, as we hope that it will be with you! We want to play the field ... with you ... and separately ... to share you and be shared by you. It would be an open triad.