Let’s call her Shilpa (name changed).I texted her and got the reply in a minute. Then we started chatting and I came to know that she was also doing... her college in the same place (Coimbatore) as me.Our chats for the first two days were very general and formal. At this point, let me tell you about both of our characters at that time.She was a naughty girl who flirts so well and talks a lot but knows her limits. She talks so frankly that anyone would love talking to her. At the same time, I was. I put on my large winter coat and we ventured out with her rafia shopping bag and went down Goodfellows Supermarket for some bargain hunting . I knew they had no security guard, very few shops did then, and only old women worked there . Slowly going round the shop I looked all over and carefully pocketed tins of spam , corned beef , beans fray bentos pies 100 tea bags 4 packs of bacon and several packs of sausages and 2 bottles of whisky . I left the shop without paying for anything and sold. My father took great joy in giving me very graphic descriptions of what happens at them and what my mother would be forced to engage in. My mother was told that I would have to do them if she didn't. That's why we had both decided to go. Danny, neither of us know why but we both feel that you are the only one who can help us. Please, help." From what I overheard by chance your father is going to one of these parties in London on Friday and plans to take one of you. The following Tuesday a party. They seemed nice and non-threatening. The kind of people you’d hang out with at a cookout. In fact, that’s where I’d met them. They were hikers. That’s how we’d started talking. I’d told them about the lakes I enjoyed walking to when the weather was good.“Never been. Sounds pretty,” he’d commented.“I’ll take you. Next weekend if you’d like.”“Sure.”We settled on the details and exchanged numbers. Just a simple little hike up one of my favourite trails. Or it should have been.As I said, they were.