He had walked towards the closed door wondering if the room would be empty. Five feet from the door he heard a low moan creep under the door. He wonde...ed what was going on inside and if they had already started without him. He slowly opened the door and peered round. The room was pretty much bear, a large bed and that was about it. He was intrigued. It was the bend that intrigued him, it was the creature led on the bed, purring with pleasure. As he walked in and closed the door he noticed how. I was too sad to hear this and suggested why doesn’t she take up a solo trip? She lingered on the idea and called back the next day. Why can’t she come to Bangalore? She has never been here and this way she could also meet me. I was happy to hear this and suggested if she wanted to stay at my apartment, she was welcome. The D-Day came, she took a flight from Indore and landed late night in Bangalore. I was at the airport to receive her. I had seen her pictures on Facebook but looking at her,. The first evening dress that they and I liked was $5000 dollars; I almost choked. That’s when I was confronted; Marcy, Jenny, and Vicky were in my face before Ching Lee and Lorrie could get there.“Not only are you are representing the United States as an Ambassador, you are an Ambassador representing JBG and that is all of us. When it is time to put on the Ritz you are going to turn heads,” Marcy said with all the others agreeing.Then there 6 more dresses of different styles. I did manage to. He never pulled the trigger, but he helped walk them to the grounds, tied up a few of them, their arms behind their backs, in special knots that prohibited movement.“The only execution that bothered him was that of a guy he knew. A former classmate in middle school. They weren’t close; they were more acquaintances than friends. The guy was a poor farmer, and a decent man. He was never in trouble. The farmer was on death row because he was convicted of killing a businesswoman, a woman he didn’t.