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Nina Whyle : We found 4 results. Your Store: Select a store No point wasting our resources on the sixteen-year-old school-leaver who cares more about drinking, smoking and finding the next great high than getting a job. We need to invest more in serious apprenticeships and work skills training. Academic study is not, and should not be, the be-all and end-all. We need to build up skills all round to be competitive in the world market, once again the driving force for industry and style.

Why do you think that is? It has value but it is just the beginning of a life of work. It is about how you apply this degree that makes the difference in the long run.

Lack of opportunity is the major factor here. Cheap shot, and I do have ambition. Taking pictures is a bit of a hobby of mine — I took it as an extra course on top of my degree. At least I am working. Employers are taking advantage of that these days.

How long have you been there now, darling? Just between you and me, Piers got a in Political Science. His polo tournaments really bit into his study time. The conversation around the table goes deathly quiet and I stare at Piers. How can he say those things, and in front of these people? How can he do that? Oh yes. High-flying business executive in the making here, currently in suspended animation until the right job pops up.

I chink my glass with Guy and it sloshes and splashes on the table. I wait for an appropriate amount of time until the unkempt heads of hair and fashion-faux-pas morons turn their attention to me, the slightly squiffy aimless girlfriend of their demigod.

I see pairs of hawk-eyes focusing; cutlery placed gently down at the side of the Royal Copenhagen plates. I cough into my drink, which I still have firmly in my hand, then place it gently down as though peer pressure has won through and try to redeem a sense of seriousness. I clear my throat in order for my brain to catch up and invent some worthy tale I can take for a spin. He furtively gazes at the half-drunk decanter of wine that is firmly fixed before my place mat.

My idea is to automate the dispensing action of the steriliser to enable the ward doors to open. A very simple idea, I know, but a small electronic chip that could lead to far better hygiene and prevent the breeding ground of the superbug. People have to sterilise to get in the door. No one says anything, not a twitter. Pin drop understatement. You could hear snakes slithering in the Sahara. Sweat beads begin erupting across my brow and I gulp under the watchful scrutiny of the foreboding table guests.

I shut my eyes and wish someone would push me out to sea with the remaining decanters. An hour later we crash through the front door, me staggering as I take my heels off. Piers is furious. I can tell by the way his face is puffing up and going a deeper shade of crimson. He looks like a steam engine without its funnel to release the pressure.

He throws his keys onto the table and stomps upstairs. Make you feel superior, more powerful? A glint kindles and becomes fiery in his eyes as he rounds on me. Not to mention both drunk as skunks.

His lips chuckle and he kisses me again and I bury my fingers in his hair, pulling his lips closer. I can feel the smirk on his lips. The next twenty minutes is steamy and hot Our mouths have given up shouting to be put to better use.

First his trousers, then my dress, I tear the shirt off his back, dragging my nails across his skin. He groans, unclipping my bra and taking hold of my breasts, pinching each nipple a bit too hard. We scramble onto the bed. I fling my thong to the floor and flop onto my back. Piers clumsily pulls off his pants and climbs on top of me. I spread my legs and without further ado he thrusts deep and hard.

In and out he moves. I cup hold of his bottom, driving him harder, faster. The rhythm is good. I bite his lip, still angry. Piers lets out a loud groan and his body shudders with satisfaction, then he collapses onto his back and promptly falls asleep, leaving me hanging in the throes of passion.

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