gossip girl 3 英文-第4部分
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through the glass fumê the limo。 Audrey Jennifer was so in luxury。
And maybe a walk in the mud flow was exactly what his life would bee; like magic; a
series of disasters for a series of dreams that bee reality。
Nate was getting half full of both kissing Jenny。 He had drunk too much and needed to give
even a few tapas。
… Want to walk a little? … He asked。
Jennysorriu for him。 It seemed that the cilia of Nate had been bathed in gold and the hair。
The only thing that would leave that evening even more perfect Nate would tell her: 〃I love
you。〃 And she hoped that was exactly what he would do。
… Of course … she said anxiously。
They got the jackets and Nate kept the door open for when she left the bustle of the hotel。
A huge black limousine with darkened windows was parked outside。 Nate and Jenny down the
marble steps to the sidewalk and Nate tore her hand to turn a slightly based。 Jenny jumble
of his black suede gloves; disappointed。 If Nate was going to say 〃I love you;〃 she did not
want was stoned when he did that。
Suddenly the glass of the black limo down and appeared the beautiful blond hair from Serena。
… Hey; you there! … She said to Nate and Jenny。 … e on! We are giving a party! e!
e!
As always; Serena was acting on impulse。 Even went through her head that they were the last
little shit in the world who wanted to see Blair。
Jenny always very venerou Serena; and riding a car with her and with others who were there
seemed exciting and decadent。
More exciting than walking the freezing cold while Nate was doid?o。 She touched the arm of
Nate。
… Can we go?
Nate has to shoulder。 Was ready for anything; since that could lead the based with him。
… Sure。 Why not?
The door was opened and Jenny laughed as lively memory on the mass of legs and knees with
socks trawler with smokings and if espremia in a tiny corner near the window; next to a girl
who wore the shoes most beautiful and seemingly more expensive it now turns。 A girl who;
incidentally; was the ex…girlfriend of Nate; Blair Waldorf。
The face of Jenny was red as tomato and she immediately turned his head to the other side;
giving the man with the look of bastard Chuck Bass; the jerk who had tried to give it a
squeeze booked the bathroom of the party in Boca Kiss in October 。
Tá seeing what happens when you enter a limo without first checking who's there?
d can get rid of marriage
Daniel Humphrey bite your fingernail pink to Vanessa Abrams and spat in rough brown carpet
of his bedroom。 The nail was much longer than the other and he was tired of the way it
always arranhva accidentally。
…Hey; that was my guitar unhada … Vanessa protested; moving his hand with a wrench and
examining the damage。
Dan laughed。 His face is pale brown hair under the contort embarrassed。 He rarely cut their
hair; but the hair too large bined with the image of poet desgrenhada and supercafeinada
it。
…As you touch guitar。
Vanessa has the shoulders and rub the top of the head and almost black with a scraped
knuckle pale。 He had huge brown eyes; fair skin and red lips and thin and could even be
beautiful; if stopped shave his head。 But Vanessa does not call for the beauty; rather the
darker side of things; into their ugly。
…How do you know? … She said。 … During the day I am with you; but at night I play tock。
…Do you like music or high … zombou Dan He pushed the bed and began to tickle her in the
armpits。 … Your favorite CD is a recording of a tempestada with thunder。
…Stop it! … Vanessa winch; debating arms and legs and bufando hysterical。 … Daniel Randolph
Humphrey; stop it now!
Alas they were not so cute?
Dan patou to tickle her and feels。
…You said the word prohibited。
Vanessa pulled down the neck of black blouse rulê on the white belly and slightly chubby。
…Randolph; Randolph; Randolph。 Who gives a child a middle name that? It seems the name of
condoms or porn star or something。 Randolph the Lubrificador! … Uivou it。
Dan was in plete silence suddenly; Franz enfiava the forehead while the finger in a
cigarette burn in the old green army blanket to your bed。
Vanessa feels。
…Sorry。 Promeri would not sacanear your middle name and now I am here; laughing at him like
a fool。 But it was not Dan that was boring
…Clark has what; so kind; twenty…two? … He asked。
The brown eyes of Vanessa were even greater。 Clark was the oldest bartender who was with her
before the plug of Dan finally dropped and he understood that he and Vanessa should be more
than friends。
…Yeah; so what?
It is…it bartender。 Type stud?
…I guess。 … She still did not understand where he wanted to reach。
Dan shot out of bed and turn on the Camel millionth of the day。 Inhale deeply and breathed a
bluish…gray vapor in the air over the head of Vanessa。 She knew he was trying to appear
calm; but his eyes were nervous。
…So you 。。。 hmmm 。。 trance; or what?
Vanessa first tried to suppress a smile。 So that was it。 She thought the answer。
Half…way。
Type…well; that means you did or did not that means?
Type…done; but not that much … Vanessa replied slowly。
She and Clark transaram twice。 The first time was in full daylight。 She was so ashamed of
their bodies that not much attention paid to other things。 The second time she felt more
relaxed; but still could not understand why this was so good。 For her; it was funny so
prehistoric。 Kind; was exactly the same as all those zebras and hyenas were at the time of
mating in those programs over nature。 Still; it was legal means have done。 It was with that
she felt she had more substance; as a story…I was…there…and…done。 …I … Dan gave another shot
in the cigarette。 And then another。 He followed the seam of travesserio stained coffee。 He
was a virgin and not Vanessa。 He did not know how you feel with regard to that。
Indeed; he knew。 He felt nervous; stupid; low; gaunt; pale; strange and pletely
inappropriate。 For what Vanessa had to date and sex with another man?
…Look; I know you virgin … Vanessa said abruptly。 …But that does not mean we have to
continue。 … She raised sugestivamente the thick black eyebrows and smiled。
Dan looked at her and smiled; too; the lovely pink cheeks acquiring a heavy constraint。
…Really?
Vanessa seats and approached it a little。
Is。 … She put their hands in the chest and pushed him skeleton in bed。 Then took the
cigarette from his hand and stuck in the old coffee cup that was on the table by
half…to…head。 …Do not worry … she said with his voice hoarse from more experienced women。 …I
know what I'm doing。
She gently kissed the mouth and started to strip the two。 First it took the gray shirt; then
took the black she dressed。 Was wearing a black top underneath。 All that was Vanessa wore
black。
Dan deep breath and closed his eyes。 It was not how he thought would happen。 For him; sex
was as important as birth and death; one of the most intense poetic experience that a person
could have。 It was not something you do with a girlfriend when I was bored one night before
the evidence of Saturday's middle period。 It was one thing when the two had already explored
all other ways … intellectual; spiritual and philosophical。 Dan came to play with the idea
of waiting for sex when they were married ready to have children。 He wanted to have five
children and give them the name of your favorite writers: Kafka; Goethe; Sartre; Camus and
Keats。 Even if you do not have to wait until marriage; the first time should be a process of
discovery as the two learn to speak a new language。
But Vanessa had learned the language with another man。
… You have feet and close it … she noted; kneel down on the floor while Dan took the half。
Dan felt her feet and departed。
…Wait。
Vanessa is dragged to bed and was sat next to him; his legs crossed; with that black top and
black panties。
…What is the problem?
…I do not want to do this … Dan crossed the thin arms bare chest。 A pair of corduroy was
still in the body; but he felt very naked。 … I mean; not now。
Vanessa extended the hand and arm af