Both my parents are threatening to cut me off financially if they catch me communicating with you again. They say it's their final warming.Eric, I've ...ever had a job. Lots of great summer programs and volunteer work but I've never earned anything. My parents are super-controlling my access to money and I don't have the resources to fight this battle, at least not now.I feel like I'm trapped in a fairy story gone berserk, some crazy combination of Cinderella and Romeo & Juliet. Eric darling,. I am not some camp follower to be taken in the name of "Liberation" though. He tried to force me. Neither he nor his bodyguards were ever found. I have said that I am not a murderer. I never said I wasn't a killer. That night I had fed without regret.Myron and I began to see each other. Even if it was just stopping by my office when he came to Saigon, I looked forward to any time I got to spend with him. We went out several times, to eat, to shop, just to wander the streets of Saigon. One. Patel in the shop, but he says I can use it and he even buys the vegetables off me, look."I showed her the little beetroot patch, the onions and the mass of tomato plants held upright by thin canes embedded in their pots, beautiful red tomatoes hanging off every limb."Look down here mum." I took her hand and led her to the bottom of the garden."Potatoes, you ate some of those yesterday."I heard her catch a breath and looked round at her, she was crying again."Mum, what's wrong?"But she shook. I took all the kids upstairs as my uncle had already set up 4 beds for us. It was set up one next to the other so that everyone will fit.I took the far right end side of the bed. Next to me was Ann and next to her other cousins. It was almost 3:30 am when we all went to sleep. After a few minutes, everyone dozed off, even me. Ann came close to me and put her hand inside my pants. She was stroking my flaccid dick.I got up from my sleep and saw her looking at me with a naughty look. I put my arms.