This story was started in 5 years. Now coming to the story.I’m not the much conservative guy. I don’t have any bad intentions on my mom because sh...e really takes care of me. During my B.E holidays, I met with the minor bike accident. But I’m good and I’m not injured more but my hands were injured severe wounds. So, I cant use my hands. She only here to helps me all my needs i.e., from food to bathroom. She feeding me with food every day and she only baths me and also dresses me. Oh! yes! you. Just in case. I won’t be upset. Face it, it’s flattering as hell, of course, that he’s only into me for now, but I want him to be happy. If he’s happier monogamous, good, but if that changes, he should have the freedom to change with it. I love him too much to force poly on him, but also too much to keep him mono against his will. I would never make a cuck of him. Never! I will never treat him like one. Period! I don’t care that he likes to watch! I like that he’ll never have to worry about. "My Queen," The man spoke, lowering his assault rifle and reaching for Tarifa, his hands pulling her away from the monster's inert body and helping her to her feet.The High Elf warriors crowded around the mangled beast; their eyes wide in complete astonishment."Something ... something shot it!" Tarifa gasped. "It was about to ... it was ready to rip me to pieces and something shot it." She looked at the man with the smoking rifle. "You shot it?" I shot it many times my Queen." He answered her,. She staggered and almost fell before he steadied her by the elbow. Then they parted and she came on over to where I was sitting. I stood up as she approached, white as a sheet and with tears in her eyes.“So you know?” was all she said.“Yes.”And she then looked at me, realising I wasn’t angry or shouting or upset.I said, “I think we both need a stronger drink as a first!”Also, going to the bar gave me time to think about what I wanted to say or how I was going to play out the scene.I returned.