The "apple legend" which is often repeated as part of the story of his development of his theory of gravitation is clearly a myth promulgated by later...hagiographers. However, his notes refer obliquely to the effects of gravitation on the chest belonging to a certain Mrs. Mortimer, who apparently went to market every Tuesday. While his efforts focused on defining the equations describing the gravitational effects on said tits (to use the technical vernacular in vogue during that period),. “You’re not going anywhere until I am done with you. You will take my cock until I am satisfied, then you will put on that cute little red dress, and for the rest of the evening you’re going to feel my cum dripping out onto your thighs.When I say so you will come back in here and spread yourself out for me to see if I’m happy. Are we clear?" Whimpering I tried to pull away and was met with his hands firmly holding me down. “Say ‘yes daddy’.”“No!” Even to my own ears I sounded petulant.“Try. .. regret, with sadness that I didn't appreciate what I had at the time, I can honestly say that I feel very lucky to have those memories." I paused, as if wondering if I should expose myself. "They ... sustain me, have sustained me ... through some rough times in my life."The talent portion was a biggie. That and the interview of course - the question and answer, which I thought I'd aced. Talent would be a bit harder though. I did a piano recital, something easy at first, Beethoven's Fur. Forty notifications and twenty unread messages. He typed in his passcode, scrolling through a load oftrivial things. Texts from Janice, Lexi and other girls he had worked with. Girls that texted him every weekend along with all the other stars they had worked with, looking for a fun night. While Sylar had been in several film orgies – they were always so fucking arousing – he was less keen to partake in an unplanned one. He finished reading his messages and started checking his email. There.