What I learned was that there is nothing more banal then the practice of law. Meaning that; what is presented in novels, T.V. or even in the papers r...ally lacks the actual grind of working a case load. Every file eventually turns into every other file. Every ruling is predicated on a prior ruling. There is no originality, no spontaneous or creative thinking. It is really a bunch of very dull people talking about very dry issues; both of which tend to be so far divorced from reality that. “Yes well, I hope you rot in hell you bastard”She replaced the receiver and punched the air.“Yes”“What’s wrong mum?” I asked anxiously,“There’s nothing wrong darling, nothing at all, in fact everything is perfect, absolutely bloody perfect”With that she got out of bed and ran across to the big, walk in wardrobe, opening the door she yelled out again, Ha, Ha, yes, he’s done it”“Done what mum, for Christ’s sake tell me”“He’s finally gone, after eighteen years of arguments and fights, he’s finally. Each movement, however slight, was making him almost giddy. Giddy anddefinitely wishing boys wore things like this, at least once in a whilehe thought. Another thought that made him happy since he realized, inthose same seconds, that he actually was.It was done when his mother buckled the last shoe. Done with theexception of a little makeup and his nails. Helen had decided to painthis nails after he was dressed in spite of the risk of doing so. Shefeared too much "girl" stuff and he'd bolt out. “Oh, this? Ah, well,” she hesitated, “I um… Get really self conscious about people seeing me naked and I can't really… You know, perform. Would you… Would you mind?” she blinked innocently, holding out the blindfold.Stacy smiled warmly and shook her head, “Not at all, anything to make you feel more comfortable.”Willow smiled then, leaning in to give Stacy the cutest of kisses, “Aww Stacy, you’re such a sweety.”Stacy smiled and couldn’t help but to giggle a little bit as the opaque fabric was.