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She looked stylish and elegant. Undoubtedly she was trying to impress his parents. Instead, he decided to broach the other forbidden subject. "Manjula, why do you want to be a doctor?" "I am very intelligent. A very intelligent person should become either a doctor or a lawyer, and there is no demand for lawyers in rural areas." "Are those really the Big Tits only two career options?" "Yes," she said bitterly. "Sri Lanka is not a rich country. We do not have loads of skyscrapers with consultants and marketers and executives. We do not have high-tech firms with engineers and investment banks with finance jobs. The civil service is reserved for the Sinhalese. The only options left for an educated Tamil are law and medicine. In rural areas, just medicine." She didn't say the words check your privilege, but this was the equivalent. Tony reflected on the reams of recruiters found at any career fair. They would have nothing like that in Sri Lanka. He himself had chosen computer science after seeing the mountains of jobs in the field constantly being advertised, but that would not be the case there. At least she was thinking about careers. That was how Tamils thought about education. Going to university is an obsession since early childhood. The rocky soil and remoteness of the Tamil regions left little work in agriculture, and Tamil parents hungered for their children to get the few professional jobs in the country. When the civil service was made Sinhalese-only, and university places were assigned quotas based on ethnicity, the Tamils had risen in armed rebellion. They were the sort of people who would literally go to war for a chance to get an education. There were problems with this, of course. Tamils overwhelmingly pushed their children towards science and engineering disciplines. As a result, hardly anyone studied Tamil literature, and the field suffered a serious lack of scholarship. Tamil literature is one of the oldest in the world — of languages still spoken, only Greek and Chinese have as ancient a canon — but few of Tony's relatives had ever studied it, even those who had gone to school in Sri Lanka. Most knew far more about Shakespeare than Shankara. Tony grew up with this cultural passion to learn. His favourite activities were reading books, or news and educational websites. It had been, he suspected, the main reason he failed with girls — he was just too much of a nerd, in their eyes. He hadn't watched most popular TV shows, and didn't know much about pop music. Nor did he have the good looks that might have made up for that. Manjula's passion for learning touched his heart. And her chubby skill at teaching language had made him feel so much more connected to his heritage and ancestors. On the entire bus ride home they did not let go of each other's hand. What is she doing on Aghara-Penthay? She giggled, a sound I will never tire of. “With you and Keith?” “Me too,” Grace grinned. You will not utter a single word rather than count.” My head was hanging from the Big Tits back of the chair. She could feel the outline of her slit through the wet material. Her perfectly round breasts that hung heavily against her ribcage and shook as she lifted her legs, pressed them together, trying desperately to hide her nakedness from the Vessels. Unlike Abby my twin sister had developed nicely. Jill and Ronda start making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of Daddy’s car. I chubby dress modestly, not too much flesh on display, skinny, but never camel toe, jeans, high neck lines.