The good of subjects is the end of kings."- Daniel DefoeI have noted for some time now that there are some truisms and proverbs thrown around so much ...hat they seem to be cliché. Among the most exasperating of them are the following: "two wrongs don't make a right" and "life isn't fair". Everyone uses those sayings, including in my own family. I really hate these supposedly profound comments, which are nothing but widely accepted excuses and attempts to persuade people to simply resign oneself. ‘I want you to see me. All of me.’ And as she said that she tossed her crutches on the floor, and shucked off her shirt. ‘No more invisible wants. And I want to see you.’ I swallowed hard, undid the buttons on my shirt cuffs, and then started on the buttons down the front of my shirt, my hands shaking slightly. ‘Take it off.’ I let my shirt fall back off my shoulders, to the floor. She reached up to touch the scar down my stomach, jagged and angry, a clean path through the light fur, shiny and. In the discussions I started wishing for a threesome and stating that it is one of my fantasies. In between I told her my liking of bi-sexual activities also; she was very surprised but later showed her excitement. Soon one day she exclaimed that having three some would be great but under the circumstance and the society we live in it is very difficult to have such a setting. I only smiled and told her let me take care of it.It’s a long story but I and Khalid pulled some strings and got three. *A couple of days later.In the peace and quiet of my mind, I gathered my thoughts and considered how to put them down in ink. Words seemed so inadequate to describe what had happened in my life and how I was feeling ever since my first visit to see Doctor Meadows with Mom. I was fit to burst inside with happiness. But it was more than just having sex I realized. It was about the secret thrill of doing it with someone you absolutely shouldn't be doing it with. A simple thing like going shopping.