“Angie ME!” a voice behind me screamed.An hour later I was standing in the living room in front of the two women. i guess I had no defense and was...told to just SHUT UP every time i even tried to speak.“You’ve been spying on her all summer long.” Angie said.“You don’t think I don’t know what those stains on the carpet are from?”“You have two choices here.” she continued.“Pack up your shit and get out, or accept your punishment.”The punishment she spoke of was a result of her doing some spying. . you do them anyway. When your seventeen you walk away from a scholarship and join the Air Force, hiding in plain sight. You try sex with men and sex with women and you still feel nothing so you close down even more. You don't much care if you're hurt as long as whomever attacks is worse off; people notice. And then you reach your goal ... War. It's about time, you think; now you can die and still be a man. What a lie you tell your self.Then the fun starts...Walking through the jungle doing. “Your parents sold you into slavery. You’ve done the dirty work around the arena. One day your owner decided that it might be a good idea to make you fight someone twice your size, right in the sand of the arena. It was a death sentence and everybody knew it. You only got a stick but you killed him with it. Since that day you fought regularly and as the province didn't have any fighters left, they sold you again, so you can fight on the big stage in the capitol. Still undefeated."“That’s not. "If that's all that mattered, then why the hell did you even marry me?" With that, I stormed out of the room.I clumped around the house for a while, avoiding her. I waited until she went to bed before I did. All the while, I was thinking.Look, male honor and all that-you make a bet, you make a bet. But this time, I didn't care. I was getting out of it. I was going to see Tom the next night, and tell him the bet was off.I got up that morning, and Heather had made my favorite breakfast-and was.