Much as I love them, my household males were discussing maths and physics - well, mechanics - at the supper table. Urk. Now, one is playing Warcraft right next to me, and the other is hovering, offering advice.
It is NOT POSSIBLE to write slashy porn when one's 16-year-old-son is hovering behind one's shoulder. Even if he isn't the slightest bit interested.
Grumble. I have a deadline, you know.
It is NOT POSSIBLE to write slashy porn when one's 16-year-old-son is hovering behind one's shoulder. Even if he isn't the slightest bit interested.
Grumble. I have a deadline, you know.