We share the cooking, cleaning, decorating, child-care, bank accounts – everything a normal, close, millennial couple should do. We earn similar sal...ries, we split the rent down the middle, we have mutual friends as well as our own separate circles.My nineteen-eighties-rampant-feminist Grandmother approves of us. She might even approve of the part of our marriage we don’t talk about but I’m not ready to tell her about that just yet.So why do I need another sexual outlet? The answer goes way. “Yes, um, well I had thought it might be later.” she said, glancing at her two girls.Jasmine and Rina both sat silently, having smiled in greeting to Robin, but their gaze continually drawn back to the man with the large penis.“Oh, I thought it was ok now, no?” Jax said, feeling the first stirrings in his flesh, well aware of all three females’ gazes upon him.Robin, catching the looks and eager to break the ice and get things to not be awkward, boldly reached over and began to run her hand up. “After the wedding we will,” Taisha replied with a cheery smile. “This is Mance, my fiancé,” she introduced the young man in uniform who was politely observing us.“You’re a lucky man. Taisha’s a lovely young lady,” I replied to him after the introductions.“Don’t I know it,” he grinned.“Taisha’s told us a little about you, how you met after the battle of Vircon,” Kirim chipped in.“Yes, I felt the need to thank her for keeping my squadron safe as we darted in and out of a partially activated. And the charge wasn’t manslaughter it was second degree because the two men were unarmed. My court appointed attorney advised me to plead out. I did.It was two weeks before the court calendar had an opening even to allow me to plead. I got me ten to twenty-five. I fell into my chair sick to my stomach. Parole would be possible, if I were lucky. I was fucking sick.Weldon Yardley was the man’s name, the judge that sentenced me to forever behind bars. Well, ten to twenty-five years seemed an.