Chartered accountants can make a bomb. The IT industry is always keen to take on top class mathematicians. Aeronautics, space, research of all sorts, ...he City whether banking, insurance or whatever and then there’s teaching and research at universities.”Toby thought but not for long.“You both think I ought to concentrate on maths.”“Yes, darling.”Yes, Son.”“OK. What you both say makes sense but I really, really love my piano. Can I give it some more thought?”“Of course,” came the joint. " His hands grope my abundant chest, even while I silently cursed my large breasts and the constant interest men seemed to have toward them since they started to develop. Two buttons of my blouse are roughly opened.Then the dessert appears, my son red in the face and I'm full of surprise that he hasn't done more - his father would be snoring in bed by now.I barely eat, my appetite gone - knowing as I do what was next. Its in my son's eyes don't you know.I've never felt this negatively when my. ......She was really the coolest sister. We got in bed that night, got our clothes off, and I told the story about Steve while she sucked my tits and ate my puss. Then I did her the same way. I already loved her more than any boy. " Sikie spoke to Tom:" Okay, I'm just yakking up a storm, you are not saying too much. Remember a while ago, this afternoon, I asked you to tell me what you wanted, you dived and dodged. Maybe you just want to go home, is that what you want?" I was dying for her. That. I mouthed the next line as he said it. "It's supposed to be fucking, not love."I cringed as he moved the cursor over to the upper left of my screen and clicked the small red "x", deleting my work forever. "Fuck `you, Chris." I seethed as I attempted to re-open Word. "Fuck you hard." See, buddy? That's how `you need to write."---Chris and I had been living together for about three years now. We had almost nothing in common, except for our love of writing. The only reason I hadn't killed him off.