That was my original plan if he double-crossed me or turned out to be trouble. I could just call it a waste of time, something that I have in great qu...ntities apparently, and move on. But now I was “invested” in the idea of improving his life for some reason.I guess I’ve always had a soft spot for veterans, or anyone really, suffering from PTSD. I’d known a few others in my time, each affected differently, and I had seen what it could do to people. It probably boils down to that.The way our. And Boxing Day in two days in England,” Dionysus, my divine father, commented while I plowed the fuck out of my pregnant first wife, Tracy.I said “first wife,” of course, because by now I was in a plural or group marriage with everyone in the household, including Dionysus, aka Bacchus aka Brian aka Dad. We were all lovers now, all spouses, all engaged in an incestuous commune of sorts where we fucked, partied, drank, feasted, and bred together. The past week had been glorious, the bunch of us. “Did she slide her long slender fingers up your cunt or is she so depraved that she fingered your arse?” As I’m saying this I press my own thumb against your back door and feel you stiffen. “No, no, no!" You exclaim. "Nothing like that happened, Drea, I promise you.” You sound like you’re pleading. The question is why? Is it part of the game or is it your reaction to my thumb? “I admit, when I saw your photo, I immediately excused myself and went to the ladies. I looked at you fingering. So they took Fred outside and pointed to me and told Fred he would become a member only if he was able to talk me into doing a bukkake for their frat house. Nick then told me Fred was never supposed to be able to have a chance in hell of getting me to do a bukkake for them. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Fred never told me I was his challenge in order to get into this frat house. He led me to believe he failed at finding a girl to do this and got me to volunteer out of my.