This is John, and he thinks women can't fight, so I invited him here so one of us could prove him wrong."As the group of women react to this you could...'t help but notice one of them was someone you recognized from your work. Small and pixie like, Lacey was too sweet and innocent to be in a fight club. She must be here just to watch, out of curiosity, you think."Does that sound good to you?"You realize Melanie had been talking this whole time, and you hadn't heard a word of it."Um ya sure,. Another poke hit him and he bolted up inbed, angry with grumpiness. It subsided when he saw who was beside hisbed.Ashley was standing beside him in a pair of cotton panties and a skimpyT-shirt. She was shivering and her hair was wet like she was sweating."Ashley? What's wrong?" Reg asked panickedly."R... R... Reg? Hol... H... Hold me. I'm so cold," she said shakily.Reg didn't know what to do. He didn't want to violate her private spaceand if she really did have a boyfriend, Reg didn't want to. Days passed on and she became close to me And we both started late night chatting over phone by texting and days passed and she even took me to her house when no one was there. She was so exited in showing her room and wardrobe, etc. She was from an orthodox family and also a barthnatyam dancer.One day my trip to Mangalore was fixed and just asked her whether she can accompany my trip, but not to inform any in office nor in her family, for which she instantly accepted and I booked another. A year after she’d arrived, she began to implement her plan. Reading newspapers left by diners, she found eight articles on well-to-do families with young children that didn’t include information about nannies. Taking her time, and using her most elegant writing, she wrote letters to all eight families offering her service as a nanny. She used the restaurant’s address for the return address.Three of the eight families responded with interest and she set up interviews on her next day off..