You decide... Irene xxxThe Slaves Of Xi Ling.Preface & Disclaimer.I would never admit that I am the under-mentioned... person in fictional form. That would not do! It is just not the way I write this type of literature. No I will leave it to you, the reader, to decide. Was that really Adam Willis Farthing Perkins who went to Shanghai and could not decide if he regretted the experience or was it your writer Arthur Henry Sarsfield Ward? In my time I have written a. .U can give me more feedback, opinions, sent some dick pics at this is going to be-be a long story because unlike what happened on Saturday, on Sunday I and Nikhil had a full day and night. If u didn’t read part 1 then u will not be able to understand how it all started.I have also described our body features in part 1.Now coming to the story, after giving blowjob to Nikhil, at night I got a message from Nikhil that he is alone at home on Sunday and would I come and stay with him and have some. Trina grabbed Tori's hand and pulled her from the room and through the crowd, "Dad's been shot."* * *"Stop making such a fuss! It's not that bad." You got shot, Dad!"Mr. Vega tried to relax as he sunk into his recliner, careful not to hit his arm which was in a sling. "Yeah, Trina, a bit. But I'm fine. The doctor got the bullet from my shoulder and I just need to take it easy for a while."The Vega f*mily sat together in the den, all with tears in the corners of their eyes from the fear that. This wasn't wartime Germany. It was only 10 feet long, starting on our side by a rubbish tip which disguised it well enough from the eyes of our warders and carefully calculated to break into the open again just 5 feet on the other side of the wall. It was only called a tunnel because of the section that went under the wall. The rest of the time it was just a very deep ditch.It took another hour to get out into the cold darkness of night, but because we were now on the other side the air.