We had some quite normal conversation on Whatsapp about herself – her bio and all. And later, after 2 days continuous texting and calling, the day c...me – Saturday evening.I took my car and went near her PG (she had already sent me a picture of her on WhatsApp chat. She was looking pretty in the picture). She came out of her PG and waved her hand at me and I waved back. Wow! She was looking gorgeous in her black top and jeans.She came near me and we both hugged a little and then we got inside. .but only those who knew her best were allowed toget away with that and that was only if we were making money she wouldlet it slide. The new gangbangers we brought on were warned and got onepass and then after that, well they were never heard of again (they werejust taken care of and never heard of again to which I didn't botherasking what happened to them...in retrospect, maybe I should have...)Silvia is what you would say was my first slut that I banged on again andoff again and slowly. Beneath the round collar, a match cross-tie wasclipped at her neck line, and matching plaid bow tie bows sat high ateach temple. Simple curled under bangs fronted her middle parted hair,and behind them neat French braided pigtails swung from beneath the bows.Simple navy socks stretched to just beneath her knees, and basic navysaddle shoes graced her feet. She could hardly believe she looked soyoung without a stich of makeup, and it was impossible not to stare atthe huge gap in her teeth. As. I'd thought about disassembling it and piling the components on the main room's shelves (the panic room had shelves of tinned food, water, blankets, unfashionable clothes, weapons, etc.), but decided it wasn't worth it. If the Government went to all the effort of drilling through the panic room's vault door, and through the far easier door into my secret study, then they would've also gone through the house with a fine-toothed comb. I had done just one thing to leave them with some doubt: I.