A university graduate with God knows how many degrees in economics, business management and finance and would you believe, a major in philosophy. Phil...osophy, with all it’s talk about love, beauty, justice, what a lot of nonsense! Mr. Greenbaum introduced us and he extended his hand, which I ignored. ‘Doctor Wyatt has been brought in,’ Mr. Greenbaum said with a wide smirk on his face, ‘to help us expand the scope of the business.’ ‘Doctor?’ He can’t be more than twenty nine or thirty, and as for. I never bothered to care for it.Ayan: So, when did you use the blade? Before leaving for Delhi?Mona: No. Even though I really hoped something would happen there, I never thought we would go the full distance.Ayan: So, when was it?Mona: I shaved my pubic hair after I shared the bed with you. After the room-boy in the hotel asked me if you were my husband.Ayan: But, why, Mom?Mona: I don’t know, Ayan. I started having this feeling that I should be fully ready for you.Ayan: What were you thinking,. "This is Arralf-Hastha, one of the ones who have learned our language. Rowlf, this is Phil Hadley, a good friend of mine." I gree' your friend, and breathe his scen' with pleasure," Rowlf replied formally. His speech was slow and somewhat slurred, but Phil could understand him fairly well. "I hope tha' I do no' intrude." Not at all," Phil answered. "I am very interested in hearing about your people. Nobody where I worked had any idea that you were intelligent. Why haven't you approached them?". "Come on in Baby Girl," Carl said in a low, slow tone. He sounded stupid but he did math fast in his head and he was street smart too. He stepped aside and Erica walked past him into his dank, dark living room. Clouds of smoke filled the air and the stench of pot assaulted her senses. She breathed deep drawing the second hand smoke into her lungs giving her a quick contact high as her eyes scanned the room.Carl lit up a joint and took a hit. He handed it to Erica and she followed suit. She held.