You groggily try to open your eyes, still feeling the dreamy rain on your skin, your throat parched.As you reach for your glass of water on the nights...and, your arms refuse to cooperate, and glancing out to the window you notice two things that jolt you awake in a flash:The lock is busted, and someone is sitting on your legs.As you try to call for help, only a muffled cry escapes your mouth, as you finally notice you are gagged and tied to the bed by your wrists."Heyy Cuutieee..."The intuder is. K from Bangalore, India and currently working in a multi national company. I am sharing one of my experiences here.This story involves someone I knew from my university days. Jenny (name changed) was my junior and was decent looking. But she had good body build with medium height. It was more of formal friendship with hi and bye as we happened to travel in same college bus. I did not even bother to be in contact with her. I had no idea that I would meet her again.It was during last summer that. Hold your fire until I say to fire, but if I say it, you fire. Nobody gets away free. You shoot center mass and you put your target down. We are relatively impervious to bullets and shrapnel, but if you see somebody with an RPG, take them out. Those are high priority. Don’t even wait for somebody on those. Shoot first and ask questions later. Riley, keep your eyes open and keep talking to Gonzalez. Everybody clear on this?”I looked at the three rookies. “You guys nervous this morning, driving. " You're mean," she said, pulling away and hurrying down the ladder. "And I hate you," she yelled, running back toward the house.I yanked my boots back on, saddled up my poor horse and rode back toward camp in the dark, almost sure I could not refuse her a second time. That is when I met Paulina.She was standing on a short bridge over a wandering stream that I had already crossed three times, wrapped in a tattered quilt and barefoot, her hair hanging in her face. I stopped beside her. She was.