“Oh fuck, not this again.” He looked around and begin shouting. “Ally! Get your ass out here. I know you’re fucking here and that this is your...work!”Suddenly the petite beauty came out of the jungle and walked towards Bill. She was still wearing the same bikini that she had worn when Johnny had first seen her.“My love. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you!”Bill ignored Johnny’s remarks.“This is your doing, isn’t it? What did you do to him? Don’t tell me you fucked him to death.” Ally. It was just another indicator that she was sticking with professionals this time, and that they were serious; motorcycles aren't cheap to rent. After lunch I let them follow me to a local mall, where I spent some time shopping for camera equipment. They kept their distance, so the one thing they didn't see was that I had actually bought myself a memory card to use in the various cameras I was trying out. Most stores take the cards out so they don't get stolen. I told the salesperson that I. My final round which was a GD was to be held in Baroda which is one among the big cities in Gujarat . I arrived in Baroda among few other people from Bangalore and finally even the GD was over . No wonder we all got through because the manager who was taking our GD did not know how to speak english and his pronounciation was very funny . We all were given accommodation in a society in Baroda . There were two people sharing one bed room flat . Now this is where the story starts in HINDI…. Hum. Hey, Joe!Though we've been the best of friendsThis is where our friendship endsI gotta have that dolly for my own.It all began years ago when I was in my senior year of high school. There wasn't anything special about me. I was one of those 'one in a thousand' you see in a crowd. I wasn't an athlete, even though I played sports like most guys. I ran on a cross-country team and a couple of the relays on our track team. I wasn't one of those 'stand-out in a crowd' sort of guys. I was just an.