As we used to say where I come from ‘Don’t step up if you can’t keep up’ I mean to end all this shit quickly.” I said.“You ain’t in-char...ge of anything here. What if we don’t go just along with what you are saying?” Somebody in the peanut gallery asked out loud.“I am willing to start by killing every man standing out here until I am allowed to fight for Balla. Or none of you is any longer interested in Balla, whichever occurs first. Do you already have a mate by the way?” I asked.“No but Balla. When you return, if you want to, Jan would like to share both of us. So maybe the time is right for a possible threesome. Pat, darling, did you indulge yourself? Will you share it with me...?Sven, that's so hot. This is my story, "Pat's Story":It's funny, isn't it? For days before I left for my course, our night-time conversation wandered through my head. I knew he'd often hinted that maybe, just maybe, we ought to be a little more open in our marriage. Up to now I hadn't been so sure.. He stood up and pulled out the chair opposite his. Charlotte was still quite dazed as she sat down, wondering how her mother managed to find the one man who was gorgeous and polite. Peter, in the meantime, had sat down and was no looking very serious and worried. ‘Charlotte, this is going to be very awkward and embarrassing, but I feel I must tell you. Please accept my apologies beforehand.’ He paused and Charlotte nodded, though not really wanting to know what came next. Peter took a deep. Plus it was that same son of a bitch, I went ballistic. He tried to move left and right to get away, then trapped he tried to fight back. Wrong move. I bounced the asshole from one side of the room to the other while Patti was screaming. Finally I had him out on the porch, Patti was grabbing at me, yelling. I belted him, he went over the railing, that was it. I shoved her back inside the house, slammed the door, mad. That was it, we were done, no end to this crap. Things were flying, we were.