One of my stories caught her attention and she was very much interested in it. I was acting as a call girl in Goa just for an experiment and she liked...it very much. She thought of trying this once. She took leave from her hostel saying that she wanted to do some project with one of her friend who was a days scholar. So, the management informed her parents and they had word with her friend too.Her friend was Kanishka. She had a boyfriend. She was the only person who supports her whenever she. You may call me Jack,” I replied.“You may call me Barb. I came by to thank you after the police let me go. Thank you!”“You’re welcome. I hate to say this, because I’d like to talk longer but I am exhausted. I need to call a taxi and to get home.”She looked at me a second, then said, “Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, let me get my car.”Usually, I would have said no, but I was really exhausted. I was also worried that the cab fare would cost too much. Fighting help was the last thing on my mind.. The frank way in which she permitted me to be a typical man was a breath of fresh air. Her comment about it caught me by surprise. “Daniel didn’t like my body. He was always cutting me down with nasty remarks about my weight, little boobs, big bottom, and just about everything else.“He left me for a married woman. According to some of my girlfriends, at the time I thought they were friends, they certainly dropped me the minute things got ugly, but, they said that Daniel had slept with many of. ” I said. “What do they want with you? What’s that cooler doing in here? What’s in it?” Soon, trying to keep her near panicked mind occupied with questions and answers, we came to several conclusions. My wife and her lover were raiding my bank accounts. Were probably fleeing the country, or ready to. They had left food in the cooler for us. They had been feeding me once a day, through the door, the cooler of food suggested that was changing. “They aren’t killers,” I said, sounding.