"He can help that he is thinking of nailing my sister!" Daniel said in a muted roar. Sarah suppressed a giggle. Her brother was always so perfectly proper, a true Southern gentleman, as her mother would say. So it was fun to listen to him lose his cool. Nevertheless, Sarah felt she had to set him straight.
"He is a man, Daniel. Of course, he is thinking of; as you so elegantly put it; nailing your sister. It is what men do. Tony probably is thinking about nailing me too. He is just not ill-bred enough to come right out and say so," Sarah said.
"So, it means you agree that Ryan is ill-bred?" Daniel asked her.
"Of course, he is ill-bred," Sarah said. He grew up on the outskirts of St-Louis, in the marshy lands, for God's sake. How could he not be? And it is not like I am thinking of agree
