Love At First Sight

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-I say we get rid of Luke,- I suggest as I put my feet on the table. -He’s not very smart and his head kind of looks like a football.
My older brother is sitting on my right, glaring at me. Luke is thirty and has always been the largest of us Cline boys. The four of us are all tall and muscular, but he’s the biggest. And the funnest to tease.
He slaps my feet off the table and lunges on me, wrapping his huge arm around my neck in a headlock.
-You’ll never get rid of me, Eli,- he shouts as he yanks me around like we’re ten years old again and wrestling over the last Oreo. -I’m going to be at your funeral to give you a wedgie before you’re buried. How would you like that, asshole? To have your underwear up your ass for all eternity?.

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-I say we get rid of Luke,- I suggest as I put my feet on the table. -He’s not very smart and his head kind of looks like a foot...

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Chociaż jesteśmy okropni, świetnie się bawimy na polu. Rzucam piłką częściej niż ją uderzam, ale hej, nie liczymy uderzeń. Jesteśmy tu dla zabawy, jesteśmy tu dla siebie nawzajem i jesteśmy tu, aby przeżyć na nowo nasze pierwsze spotkanie dziesięć wspaniałych lat temu.
Kiedy dotarliśmy do siedemnastego dołka, niebo się otworzyło i zaczął padać ulewny deszcz.
-Czy to ci coś przypomina? – pyta Carrie z figlarnym uśmiechem, gdy deszcz moczy nas na trawie.

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Chociaż jesteśmy okropni, świetnie się bawimy na polu. Rzucam piłką częściej niż ją uderzam, ale hej, nie liczymy uderzeń. Jeste...

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“-’ll give her some wood if she needs it, - one of the men whispers under his breath, and the three creeps laugh.
I fucking hate golf.
And the only thing worse than playing golf with my new boss and his two perverted friends is playing it on a freaking Saturday.
I’m new at the company and I know that Mr. Miller only picked me to be his golfing partner at this charity tournament because he wanted to leer at me in my tight shorts. I didn’t really have a choice even though I didn’t want to go. How could I say no after working at Miller Inc for only two weeks?.

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“-’ll give her some wood if she needs it, - one of the men whispers under his breath, and the three creeps laugh.
I fuckin...