“You calling me a coward, you old whore?”Hal stepped to her side. “You have a hearing problem, yes? She asked if you were a coward. Your reactio... tells the rest of us what your real answer is to her question.”The kid’s eyes narrowed. “Big words from—argh!”Syg’s shield impacted his face, laying him out on the floor. Blood poured from his nose, staining his already grubby leather armor. Her spear point leveled a few inches from his face.The youth’s friends all jumped to their feet. Knives came. ‘If you don’t ever want to see her again then cash that check. If you do want to see her again then don’t, but I warn you now she won’t accept anything but full commitment from you and believe me, she is worth it.’ Melanie watched as I picked up the check one final time, that flowing handwriting all too familiar to me since contemplating what to do with it so many times, and dropped it through the shredder. She never spoke as she watched me, I noticed the slight nod and smile before she left me. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked, swallowing slightly, her eyes never having moved away from my bulging robe.Dear God! I thought I'm coming 'on' to the vicar's wife."Obviously," I said with a smile. "Part of it is. So without wasting much time and space I would start by calling this incident as “Durga puja bonanza”. Surely the word “bonanza” made you feel that I had a heck of a time in banging. Well, that’s true. What happened was, I had this beautiful Bengali lady who contacted me through my mail who was also from Ranchi and she left her mobile number for me to either call or msg her.I was like seriously, is she from Ranchi or am I dreaming but thought to drop a message and from the office I messaged her.