("This stunning reddress," she said, showing them my outfit)."But, I know what you are thinking," Ann said. "No man would look goodin that dress. He... will just be a buffoon. Well, that is not the case.In fact, to demonstrate, my husband is here tonight. Jennifer, where areyou?"That was my cue. In a large group, I was in the crowd already. But withsmaller groups, I usually was in the hall or the next room. I would walkinto the room, my heels clicking on the floor and doing my best. He started saying sorry and asked me to collect it later from his wife, as he was to leave for job and did not wanted to miss the regular train. He said he will inform his wife from the door while leaving. I said ok. At around 1:00pm before my lunch, I thought I will collect the rent quickly and then take a lunch. I told my wife to wait for a while and went to his room which was in the next building. As I knocked Radhika opened the door and I was amazed to see that she was wearing a thin. With my left hand I formed another knife-edge and struck him with a calculated force across his throat. Fight over.He gagged and tried to breathe, sounding horrible. While I felt bad for him, I knew he would be all right as I knew how hard I had hit his throat. He would survive. The sheriff came up behind me as I kicked the guy's gun away."That was a smart piece of work. I ain't never seen moves like that before. Will he be ok?" The sheriff asked me."He'll be fine. I just took the fight out of. She might still have it with her. She's been taken to a private waiting room on the floor beneath this one. Should I call down there to find out?" Go ahead and call her. Tell her she can come up to visit for five minutes, but only if she brings that suitcase with Lindsey's things."Five minutes later, Lindsey's mom arrived, carrying a blue overnight bag. She spent the next ten minutes making cooing noises over Lindsey, getting nothing at all back from her daughter. While she was there, Lindsey.