His Gift

Carroll took one tissue and wiped my mouth. "Jason had a fruitless lecture tonight." Holding my head up, I let Carroll clean my cheeks as he wished. "Did he talk about the pig roast?" Jason covered his face in despair and said, "Madam, you will count the money for your human trader, won't you?" "No, I won't! I got an offer from Costsley University without the attendance to high school." I would boast of this achievement for the rest of my life.  "Your IQ is good, but not EQ." Pinching my chin, Carroll scrutinized my face. He let go of the tissue after confirming that my face was spotless. "Hall talked about humans rather than the pig roast." "Oh, I see. Why did he make things so complicated? I need an interpreter." I took the envelope with great interest. There was only one room key inside. "Wow, to be the richest man is not bad. There is a gift like well-trained women." Displeased, Carroll glared at me. "This woman is a gift for your husband. Aren't you angry?" "Why should I?" This qu