You just need to understand. Bruce has it all planned out baby. We all can be happy." Oh I fucking understand perfectly. You wish to have your cake an...d eat it too." It's not like that at all." Then fucking explain it to me damn it!" I can't. You'd never ... well um, I think ... Bruce wants me back in three minutes." What the fuck are you babbling about, you fuckin' nimrod?"She looked like I had slapped her. "You've never called me names. You've never talked this way to me. What's gotten into. I mean, I wasn't trying to seduce a married guy. But yes, it did add to the excitement. My god, we're so bad, we're definitely going to hell." Maybe — but if we're going to hell, we might as well go with a bang." What do you mean?" Over there. See those guys over there? It's a bachelor's party. See the tall guy? He's the groom. He's getting married tomorrow." How do you know this?" I heard them talking in the bathroom. And here's the best part. See the girl over at that table, the brunette with. But inside he was seething at the way the principal's secretary spoke the name of their most favorite person in the world."No," Tim added. "We've just brought you some juice, Miss Worthington. To go along with your salad."Emma looked at the paper cup full of juice. Her mouth was rather dry, she realized, due to the uncompromising nature of her salad. "Well, thank you," she said, tasting the liquid. It tasted good, different from the grape juice she'd expected it was. It was about time she got a. ‘I’m not going out there looking for trouble but if comes looking for me then he deserves everything he gets. I don’t think he’ll try anything without Nigel to do the dirty work for him. (Nigel was the man mountain with the midget IQ that was sent up the river for beating half to death Tony Goode (my former partner in the Pretty Goode Detective Agency). Tony deserved it and so did Nigel, although to be fair, Nigel was only obeying instructions from Benny, he didn’t have the brains to figure out.