“I was not talking about a hand-out, Cayley. You think, after the way you and your posse treated me, I would just give you cash? No, sweetheart, I am talking about a deal. Quid pro quo.” Forget the light blush. His face was beet-red suddenly and he looks about to pass out.
Quid pro quo – a group project continuation by Natasha B-Jackson
“I was not talking about a hand-out, Cayley. You think, after the way you and your posse treated me, I would just give you cash? No, sweetheart, I am talking about a deal. Quid pro quo.” Forget the light blush. His face was beet-red suddenly and he looks about to pass out.
