"When the cutbacks and austerity program came along at F & C, I was frustrated that you didn't fight it, or find something else. But ... I knew I was ...fraid what might happen if you quit. You were supporting both of us. I wasn't contributing anything to the household. I was keeping it all to myself. I thought I had earned it, and I wanted it to prove I was a 'somebody'."When I learned that Peter was in line for the branch manager's position, I went to him and asked him what I had to do to earn. ’ ‘You can probably guess who. But no matter, a 9 for her pussy.’ ‘Understood. What do you have for ass?’ ‘8, 8 and 9 gives us 8.3.’ ‘And tits?’ ‘7.0’ ‘The tough grader?’ ‘Was a 5 of all things. I think her tits are adorable. But 5, 7 and 9 so OK in the end.’ They paused and thought this over silently. ‘Mouth and throat?’ ‘8.3 – which if anything is generous.’ ‘Hmmm.’ He shifted uncomfortably and seemed to want to object. Then shrugged his shoulders and moved on. ‘Face and hair.’ ‘9.3 – her. Also, the danger of all those chemicals had me a bit skittish. My lab partner was another girl that lived in the same dorm as me. During the early part of the semester, we struggled and didn't seem to get much help from the assistants. We would get stuck, ask Jim for some help and eventually he would come and give us some techincal explanation that was over our heads and move on. I lamented this with my girlfriend Michelle and said that you need to "advertise". I was a bit clueless about what. "Yes Tania, what can I do for you?"Tania had, for the first time ever, actually been interested in what Mr Williams had taught. Typically, his dry, dull, boring speeches put her (and the rest of the student population) to sleep, but today it had kept her riveted. She had taken notes for almost the entire lesson, and actually understood what he had said. At one point, however, she had zoned out. She had still stared at Mr Williams, but instead of taking notes, she had been drawing love hearts.