From there she indicated me to come inside. I went in the lobby area and sat down in the sofa over there. Pooja had finally finished the formalities a...nd got the room. It was actually a cottage kind of a setup. We went to the cottage and i told her lets have lunch first i am hungry. She realised clearly that i was irritated and she had to cool me down first.Pooja: Hmmm someone is hungry it seems.Me: Ya i am very hungry.Pooja: Ok lets order,She called the reception ordered for beer, chicken, 2. For those who don’t know me, my nickname is Criminal (quite a story behind this name), and I have been a resident of Bangalore since birth.To describe my appearance, I am quite lean, 5’9, a little on the ‘fair’ complexion (if that matters). Overall a handsome 32-year-old single.Coming to the story, it is about a 40-year-old lady I met on Tinder. She was married with no kids. Her husband was working in another city while she pursued her career in Bangalore. I am on Tinder, not just. Tallak knew about the sally port because he caught a smuggler who had snuck out with three pack mules loaded with goods he wanted to sell somewhere besides the city so he didn’t have to pay the exorbitant taxes. The smuggler’s grandfather had helped build the exit and told his son about it. Shortly after the tunnel was completed, the slaves who built it were split up and scattered across Bajasan to keep them from telling anyone in Port Zamfara. The smuggler had returned to buy caravan. Maybe sharing a taxi with Kirsten hadn’t been such a good idea? Her friend’s lost earring had cost them valuable time before they’d even started their journey to the Appleby’s. The intention was to separate immediately on arrival—despite Sandra closing the informal investigation, it was still important that they weren’t seen together. ‘What’s going on?’ Kirsten asked, as if on cue. She peered out of her side of the window. ‘We’re hardly moving.’ ‘Security,’ Alice replied, jerking her head.