Chapter 27 Get On Your Knees

• Crone? This woman actually called me a crone? Polly's face suddenly turned red; she had been paying attention to self-upkeep over the years, and even this salesperson said she was as young as a thirty-year-old woman, yet now, she was called a crone. "W-What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you calling a crone?”
• “Don’t you look just like an old and ugly crone? Look at your wrinkly skin and ugly appearance; do you still think you are a twenty-year-old girl?" The woman snorted disdainfully, then she tugged at the man beside her again and said in a petulant manner, "Honey, I want this 911. It's the only one in the whole of Vanstead City, so if I drive it, you'll look good too."
• How could the middle-aged man reject such a sweet plea? With a wave of his big hand, he gave this young woman a hard slap on her bottom and laughed. "Get it. Get it immediately. As long as you like it, I’ll buy it no matter how much it costs, babe.”