But I would take my first slices from the Anglophone world. North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, etc. One vast, sprawling, E...nglish-speaking empire, though officially termed a “Commonwealth.” A cozy euphemism for what it really was: my personal domain.My realm. The nucleus of Leviathan’s state. Operating on Hobbesian principles. That seemed fitting enough, given the constant “war of all against all” that was the fate of most of human history. Until now. Until my. “Men are biologically programmed to spread our seed far and wide, to insure survival of the species, but women are programmed to seek security above all, hence the concept of marriage. If men did not value the love and support of a good wife, there would be no incentive to marry.”“Wow! You certainly go off the deep end when somebody asks a question, don’t you”? She managed a smile.“Sorry about that. You just tripped over one of my hot buttons. It has become fashionable to portray men as some. Then something happened and the game paused cutting off the sound. That was how I accidentally heard Mom and Aunt Jane say that if I were just a year older that they would let me fuck them. What!I could not believe what I had just heard. Besides they were both pregnant and didn’t that mean that they were already getting enough sex. I decided to leave my video game on pause so that I could continue to listen to them talk but I pretended to still be playing my game.Mom was complaining that Dad. They never seemed to mind when she went over the line, horizontal-wise and kept mum around mum at those times when it really counted.She had stupidly fallen sloppily in love with her not so distant cousin, Faith from Cornwall. The beautiful girl was as pretty a teenager that was ever designed by the angels above in heaven on high.Conversation-wise, the giddy girl was not what one desire as an intellectual sounding-board, but she had redeeming qualities in her often quickly changing flirting.