But I did not.I should have told Angela, "Thanks, but no thanks," on the day when Iran out of clean underwear (had those pesky underpants gnomes stole...the lot?) and she just happened to have a spare pair to hand that Icould borrow. They were plain white cotton with a very pale pink laceband on the waist and I thought that as nobody would notice, I did notprotest.I should have just denied it to Angela and told her to stop makingsomething of nothing when she had an incomprehensible rant at me. I can’t help it; Laura Vandervoort’s been my fantasy girl as soon as I saw her in those red hotpants on the Smallville poster. It doesn’t help matters that today’s the first anniversary of the day that I actually got to have wild, crazy sex with her in this very apartment. By some weird twist of fate, she’d been in the Netherlands preparing for a movie, and had climbed into my apartment on a dare. However, I’d caught her, and she promised to do anything I asked if I didn’t tell the police. . Franks, I take it you have made a decision.” We all waited in anticipation for his answer.“Yes Heather, my company will go with the slogan you designed.”“Thank you Mr. Franks, I will be in touch next week.” As I hung up, the room erupted in cheers.Then just as quickly the phone rang again. I noticed the number, it was our other potential client.“Hello, is this Heather?”“Yes, Mr. Herman, this is Heather." Once again, I put this call on speaker phone.“We have decided to go with your design of our. The classes ran from 5 to 9 pm in the evening and Mr. Gardia himself dropped Neetu back home after the classes or sometimes his driver came to drop her back.Seven days later after Neetu joined the skill classes Tarun called me and told me that her mother was seriously ill and he wanted to go to his village. I went to shop took the keys from him; I gave him some cash for emergency and asked him to call me in need. He departed and for a week I was required to sit in the shop. I hung a notice that.