Bonded Couple

To be accepted was all I ever wanted as a man.

I had done something that went far beyond shifting directions in my life. I had done something illegal. **Deathly illegal**, and now I had that stain on my hands. I had done it for the club: for the Iron Crows.

Society had never accepted me, but I had wanted to fit in; it was my desire in life. So I married my Kristy, a loner like me. But with the Iron Crows, I did the one thing that would forever ostracize me from what I had wanted most: inclusion.

My wife had something going with not just the treasurer of the club, but almost anyone who wanted her. It was her own way of finding inclusion and it excited me. I got off on it, deeply. But the growing secrets weren't something I could handle.

I turned to Donna, most like us, and my wife hated it. I turned also to Tequila, least like us, and my wife approved. *My brain wasn't wired to understand a woman.* **But I had to or I was going to risk losing it all.**