Chapter 655 The Professor's Wife(Mature Fuck):>Ep3

• Got my degree, starved in London for ages surviving on Tesco value beans and my flatmate's leftovers, then got lucky when some posh gallery owner saw my paintings - women's legs in stockings mostly. The pervy bastard paid top dollar, which was bloody brilliant for my bank account.
• Now I was in this fancy London gallery, everyone sipping cheap wine from plastic cups pretending it was vintage Bordeaux, nodding at my paintings like they understood what the fuck they meant. My agent was chatting up buyers, spouting absolute bollocks about my "process." My girlfriend worked at the gallery, busy schmoozing some rich collectors with more money than taste.
• New people wandered in. Nearly dropped my glass.