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Greg helped to load his son's luggage into the back of the car, though in truth the handsome young man had precious little need of assistance. It made Greg proud to see his son lift the heavy suitcases into the trunk as though they were empty -- as proud as the fact that the young man had won one of the most prestigious academic scholarships in the country.
An athlete and a scholar. And a level-headed gentleman to boot: Greg had heard of his son's reputation among his peers for honesty, integrity and fair-play -- though with enough sense of fun that he was popular with a broad spectrum of the town's social make-up.
Greg had always told himself that, had he been given the proper direction as a child -- had he been taught the discipline to apply himself to his schoolwork, had he been encouraged to exercise himself, had he been informed at an early age on the social nuances -- he too might have turned out as his son had. Well, it might be a little late for Greg himself, but he had done everything in his power to see that his son maximised the potential that he himself had not.
It had not been easy, especially since the boy's mother had died bringing him into the world. Greg had had to sacrifice a great deal; he'd had virtually no social life over the past 18 years, and the last time he'd gone out with a woman must have been -- hm -- with his wife the night she told him she was pregnant.
Well, it was all worth it. The boy had grown up to be the perfect specimen of manhood. A man to be proud of. Envied. Desired.
"Dad? Is something wrong? What're you staring at?"
An athlete and a scholar. And a level-headed gentleman to boot: Greg had heard of his son's reputation among his peers for honesty, integrity and fair-play -- though with enough sense of fun that he was popular with a broad spectrum of the town's social make-up.
Greg had always told himself that, had he been given the proper direction as a child -- had he been taught the discipline to apply himself to his schoolwork, had he been encouraged to exercise himself, had he been informed at an early age on the social nuances -- he too might have turned out as his son had. Well, it might be a little late for Greg himself, but he had done everything in his power to see that his son maximised the potential that he himself had not.
It had not been easy, especially since the boy's mother had died bringing him into the world. Greg had had to sacrifice a great deal; he'd had virtually no social life over the past 18 years, and the last time he'd gone out with a woman must have been -- hm -- with his wife the night she told him she was pregnant.
Well, it was all worth it. The boy had grown up to be the perfect specimen of manhood. A man to be proud of. Envied. Desired.
"Dad? Is something wrong? What're you staring at?"