"Night, Mom, Dad..."I didn't care if his room was twice as messy tomorrow, I couldn't wait to fuck my son again!It was getting late and my husband Don... still wasn't home from work. I anxiously tried on a pink baby doll nightie. It was adorable, but not right for tonight. I changed into my emerald green corset. My boobs looked magnificent in that outfit, but it still wasn't right. This was supposed to be the night the next big part of my fantasy came true, and I wanted everything to be perfect.I. She thought about how she might guide him through her territory down there without either of them getting embarrassed. Just then there was a knock at her door. “Cindy? Can I come in?” her mother asked. Cindy quickly grabbed a book as she responded “Sure.”Her mother entered and took her ‘secret’ glance around her room before moving to the bed and sitting down beside her. With her hands on her lap, and looking straight ahead, she said “Janet said she saw you and a boy at the library today.” She. He asked me what my career was. Pffft. Career. I about spit out my extra neat scotch. “Career,” I said. “well Stephen, I don’t have a career. He took my number and I walked home thinking Stephen wouldn’t call. I bet if his name was Bill he would call. Stephen. Pfft.“What the fuck is all of this nonsense??” The damn phone was ringing louder than I’d ever heard it ring. I answered. Stephen asked me to stop by for an interview. I got the address, got dressed, and hurried over. I’m sure my clunker. I realized the importance of balancing the personal with the professional. For twenty years I obsessed over my career to the detriment of my relationships with family and friends. For a few months it was the personal. I feel both can be involved in my life. And that doesn't mean if a particularly difficult case comes along I won't spend every second necessary to succeed. But I'm not hanging my life off that slippery slope. I know I can be something besides just a lawyer. The civil case which.