As I reached till her flat she called me as if she was waiting for someone. And the further conversation is as follows:Poonam (p): tarun! Thank god yo... are here. I needed some help and there was no one around whom I could call.Me: yes, tell what’s the matter?P: actually I ran out of lpg. I have a spare cylinder over here but I need your help to drag it down and fit it to the stove.Me: why not!P: thank u so much! I really appreciate it.Me: shall we proceed inside?P: yes! Sure.Friends I still. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5” long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two. Some of the strange feelings I had subsided, somewhat. We were talking about acting again. Yes, that was the reason for this. For all of this. I took a deep breath and nodded. "I think we did a good job, and it will get more comfortable with time," I said knowingly. "You are so good at this stuff," Dana said, "Thank you for teaching me how to be a professional actress." She said. Then, somewhat impulsively I think, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me. It was a pretty basic,. Let me start my story.The heroine of the story is Shreya. Shreya is from a rural village of North Karnataka and she came to Bangalore to continue her education as an engineer. Shreya was living with her sister who was working in some school a little far away from home. I saw Shreya on the first day in the college and was fascinated by seeing her figure 32-26-30 and fair complexion. I had a huge crush on her.Days passed by and luckily, this college girl became one of our group members and I.