It was like a larger, more crowded, more lit up, more neon, more exotic and more futuristic version of New York City.However, my school and its surrou...dings were a far cry from Shanghai’s towering, glass-plated buildings, Lamborghinis, and grandeur.As I rode in the carriage of a bullet train, I was amazed at how fast the train traveled. It was as if it glided supersonically, flying over the tracks, was propelling like a bullet shot towards its destination.However, gazing out the window, I was. Martin was waiting for us. He came over to thecar and got in the back seat without a word. My wifeasked me if I still wanted her to do it with him. Ireassured her that I really wanted her to. Sohesitantly, she got into the back with Martin and theystarted kissing. He began to take her clothes off andhad her naked in no time.I sat in the front seat in the dark and Martin playedwith my wife’s tits and then moved down to her pussy. Iwas immensely excited watching a stranger feeling up. It twisted in his grasp, the blade bending almost double before it tore out of his hand. The flat of the blade swung sideways against his helmet, crushing it like foil and splattering his brains across the ground. The sword flailed wildly, smashing at the remaining guards with great swings, hitting as often with the flat as the edge, and finally dropped to the ground as it found nothing more to oppose it. There was a highpitched tinkle as it struck against a rock, shattering into tiny fragments. Given the choice of doing nothing, which actually is doing something, or doing something, I preferred to take action. This was great. I had come to a decision. Do something. What? I got in my car and drove to the Goldberg’s house. Jeff’s car was not there. That fit my plan. If Jeff were here I would not have tried to talk to him. I did not want to press the issue. With Jeff gone, I planned to try to talk to Sunny. I didn’t want her to plead my case to Jeff, I wanted her advice. I walked up to.