Jarrod Cross arrived at her offices, and unknotted the mauve and white neck-tie he wore with a pale blue silk shirt, and a three thousand dollar grey Armani suit. It had only been a short walk for the thirty-three year old man with shortish light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and athletic body of one who regularly played tennis and squash, from the downtown office where he ran a one-man stock consulting business, and kept his own hours. He'd whistled the entire way. For a man who was supposedly depressed, Jarrod was in a good mood, however he deliberately changed his apparent demeanour by curling his lips down into a scowl, rubbing his eyes with his palms to redden the irises, and roughly mussing the hair on his scalp until each strand stood up straight, before he pushed through the entrance door. "Thanks." Jarrod mumbled to the secretary on the seventeenth floor after she'd taken his name, pointed out Dr MacMillian's office, and told him to go right on in. It might have been unusual for patients, but he was …show more content…
Although the Police were stupid, and it'd probably take them another year to catch on, they eventually would, and prison held no attraction; he'd prefer to be the rapist than the rapee. That's when the idea occurred to him. A psychologist, bound to the ethics of her profession, and unable to reveal to the authorities any information in regards to past crimes. Someone he could return to again and again. Jarrod had to keep from grinning as he pushed open the door, and shuffled into the Psychologist's office. His eyes, which were cast to the floor, slowly lifted, and he forced a smile at the woman who occupied it, and looked exactly like the one in the photograph's he'd downloaded. "I'm Jarrod Cross, and I hope you can help me." He spoke as his gaze averted from her, and wandered the room, wondering if there was a sofa he should lay down
They arrived in a back room that was only illuminated by a few candles placed around the perimeter of the room. She motioned for him to sit on the single bench in the center of the room, to which he did.
The ancient city of Rome was filled with fantastic architecture and ever-changing rulers, which led to many differences in the city from year to year. Rome is responsible for many cultural and technological advances that are still used today, but it was not without problems. Many Roman writers from that time had their own views on Rome, however, which they would use in their writing. Two such writers are Juvenal and Augustus, both of which had their own perspectives of Rome. Their descriptions are both so different that it calls to question, which of their accounts is correct and which is not. Res Gestae by Augustus does not provide an accurate description of Rome, mainly due to the fact that Augustus was listing his own
A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, with her comment in regards to confidentiality; but he managed mostly conceal his amusment, and took the seat in front of her desk as she completed her introduction. Jarrod nodded in in acquiescene to the suggested schedule, "A routine would be good, that suits me," loosened his necktie further, pulled the loop over his head, and lowered the garment to his lap.
"Ah...hm...Oh! There you are, Mr. Cross. A week...all ready reserved and paid for...You here for the fishing tourney they're having this weekend?"
“Here?” Dr. Harpo responded in surprise passing back the notepad. Jeff nodded. Jeff scribbled some more sliding the notepad across the desk.
He easily found his way the clinic although Doctor Juard had just left it. The nurse who had welcomed him asked what his visit was about
When the first patient entered the room, I noticed that he was wearing a hearing aid, so I had to speak a bit louder than usual. I greeted the patient, introduced myself, and asked his name and the reason for him visiting
Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell
“Just on time, his is Dr. Camden,” Dr. Tindol said interrupting my haze, “ He’ll be showing you around today.”
He sat squashed in his couch cushions, and ticked off a mental list of reasons. He’d recently found out that his wife had been cheating on him for the better part of a year, and that morning a folder of divorce papers came in the mail for him. Vernon was overweight, and he’d had self esteem issues practically his entire life. He’d been stuck in the same accounting job for twelve years, he hated his boss, he hated his desk, he hated his apartment, his clothes, his hair, his glasses, his beard, his furniture, his friends…
Barbra was confused, but made her way to the sofa and sat next to Rarity.
It seemed like every day there was nothing he could think of to start up a conversation with her. Who was he fooling? Even if there was something that he could think to talk to her about, he would freeze up again and stand frozen gawking at her like the idiot he was. He didn’t know when his obsession had begun, but there was no doubt that it had escalated to the point where she was the only thing on his mind and had distracted him to no end. He had even given up on a promotion that would’ve placed him in charge of his section, but it would take away his opportunity to see her each day.
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Author of the Canterbury Tales, is known as the Father of English Literature and is one of the greatest English Poets of the Middle Ages. Chaucer was a soldier, a diplomat, a civil servant, and a courtier, enabling him to experience different aspects of each social ranking, which he demonstrated through his poetry. The Canterbury Tales, his most famous work, is a collection of short stories within a frame story, making for an interesting and memorable narrative about 29 pilgrims and their journey to Canterbury. Chaucer included a variation of personalities, which helped to define each of the social classes in The Middle Ages. Each character were to tell two tales on the journey to Canterbury and two tales returning from Canterbury. Chaucer portrays charitable characteristics through the Plowman and the Parson and opposite traits such as selfishness and corrupt behavior through the Monk, Manciple, Friar and Pardoner. Chaucer combined each social class to exemplify the differences of each character, whether charitable or selfish, which shed light to the discrepancy between how one acts versus how one is perceived.
“Sure, c’mon in.” Dr. Bonsary stated. “Would you call me Harry, we’re going to be on board this ship for a long time and calling me doc or doctor seems a bit formal.”
The Earth’s population is growing rapidly leading to a state where human population exceeds the Earth’s carrying capacity. Thomas Robert Malthus was the first economist to start the theory of population and the idea of overpopulation. He wrote his views and explanation about population and its consequences in his essay on “Principles of Population” which was published in 1798. The book explained the relationship between food and population, and their growth patterns. His views on the theory of overpopulation and its impact influenced many political economists and earned economics the label of the “dismissal science”. Malthus was concerned by the condition of poverty in the British cities during his time and the increase of population in the industrializing societies. The main idea of Malthus theory was to maintain balance between the population growth and the food for human existence, as the human population tends to grow quicker than the power in the earth to produce subsistence.