I wasn’t intending either of those...”“What WAS it, then?”“Me and you. Having fun. Let me ask you something...”“Go ahead.”“Dad gets ...home tomorrow ... What are you gonna want to do?”“Deena...”“See?!? It’s not like you’re gonna be thinking, ‘oh, I have to endure this ... I really wanna be with Deena’, right?”“No, but when I think that, then I’m basically saying that what you and I did...”“What you and I did was just a bit of exploration. I admit, my tensions got relieved in a way I never. You aren't finishing last." Yeah, we're nice guys," Brandon said. "But we're more than nice guys." Look at Jake's situation right now," Zach said. "He's a nice guy—yeah. He's a choirboy, for heaven's sake. Jake, you get good grades, right? And you come from a nice family—not necessarily like wildly affluent, but some money. There's nothing wrong with that. But look at Nick."Nick is not A Nice Guy. Now, Meredith, I know you're all into that humanist thing of assuming the best about everyone, but. Er hatte keine Ahnung mit welchem Kokain er in Verbindunggebracht wurde, aber konnte er sie von seiner Unschuld überzeugen? Undwenn nicht, würden sie ihn dann foltern? Er schluckte schwer. Immer wiederhatte er in Fernsehberichten oder Artikeln von Folterungen in Lateinamerikagehört, doch niemals gedacht, dass es einmal seine Wirklichkeit werdenkönnte, dass es sein Körper war, dem man schreckliche Schmerzen zufügenwürde. Er wurde sich dieser unglaublichen Ausweglosigkeit bewusst, alsseine Hose. Mrs MacDonald was representing our club in the woman’s singles and had got through to the semi-finals where I was judging one of the side lines. For almost two hours I stared at her bottom, swaying from side to side as she bent forward with her legs apart, ready to receive serve only a few yards in front of me. She wore a very short white tennis dress which rode up her hips each time she bent forward, giving me a clear view of her plain white knickers, beautifully stretched across her arse.