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I wasn’t the only one. From the moment that André shot that ball toward her, a dimension was added to the relationship between the five of us—that of jealousy. It is desire that tolerates no rivals, a life-and-death struggle of untameable instincts. Each of us poured it into his own mould: André, Joost, and I into that of yearning and desire, while David tried to keep control by assuming his stoical attitude, and actually Peter seemed to be the only one to withdraw from the fray. And then there were those other insufferable assholes who were always hanging around her.

With great love comes fear, the fear that the object will remain eternally unattainable, and should that prove not to be the case, the eternal fear of losing her. That does strange things to you.

Laura joined our group from the day she walked into the swimming pool. It was as if she had come especially to the pool to meet us. Our quintet became a sextet, a special group of five guys and a beautiful girl, the siren of a tightly knit band.