The container sat in his hand. He hadn't moved in over an hour. His students had filed out of their last class before the final and a nice, albeit overachieving girl had walked up to him. Her blonde hair which was usually straightened was instead curled. It looked as if she were making some huge decision with her life that day. That was what Riley ( Read more... )

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It's not my fault.

[ As unexpected as his wife's pregnancy was, he had never felt as prepared as he had been now about impending fatherhood.]

You Are Psycho


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"You saw a baby," Beverly said, calmly. Riley sat on the edge of the bed, tie hanging around his neck, pants in his hand. He was readying himself for what would be a painful luncheon involving other professors he did not get along with.

"Reading a book," Riley said, eyes straight ahead.

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[ Riley was afraid of not being a good enough husband and father and that didn't make grading papers any easier.]

There was a mass E-mail sent around regarding this question to all the professors at Stanford. It was sort of like a chain letter without the threatening ending so I guess it wasn't anything like a chain letter. It was less than a chain letter. It was a chain lett ( Read more... )