![]() I needed the public endorsement Hunter needed a nanny. ![]() Sailor I didn't want this gig, okay? But the deal was too sweet to walk away from. Little does she know, that's not the only pipe I'll be laying. The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family's oil company. ![]() Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston's nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds. Hunter I didn't mean to star in a sex tape, okay? It was just one of those unexplainable things. Boston's debauched elite is going up in flames, and it's the Fitzpatrick family that set it on fire. ![]()
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