We can ask the butler to take his clothes off and play the piano for us,? Georgie told Nate. ?He does whatever I tell him to.? When group therapy had been over and it was time for the outpatients to go home, the storm had already been so bad, Nate couldn?t get a car to take him to the station, so Georgie had offered to give him a ride. Then when they?d gotten to the station the trains had stopped running, so the ever-accommodating Georgie had taken Nate home to her house in her bodyguard-driven black Range Rover. Now they were sitting on the floor of her enormous, luxurious bedroom, getting stoned as they watched the snow pile up on the skylight overhead. The Upper East Side town house Nate had grown up in was four stories high and had its own elevator and a twenty-four-hour cook. But Georgie?s Greenwich, Connecticut, mansion had something his family?s town house didn?t?vast amounts of space inside, and acres of land around the house. It was like a city unto itself, and Georgie had her own private borough where she could do absolutely whatever she pleased while her ancient English nanny was in bed watching BBC America and the other servants were doing their jobs in the other boroughs. Georgie?s bathroom even had a Roman daybed in it for lounging on while she waited for her twelve-foot-wide marble Jacuzzi to fill up. ?Or we could have crazy loud sex on the stairs,? Georgie added. ?That would really drive the staff nuts.? Nate leaned his head back against the footboard of Georgie?s four-poster king-sized bed and put the joint they were sharing to his lips. ?Let?s just watch the snow fall for a while.? Georgie rolled over on her back, resting her head on the leg of Nate?s navy blue Culture of Humanity ripstop trousers. ?God, you?re mellow. I?m not used to hanging out with someone so mellow.? ?What are your friends like?? Nate asked, sucking hard on the joint. Pot seemed to taste and feel better now that he?d gone without it for a while. ?I don?t have any friends anymore,? Georgie answered. ?They all kind of gave up on me because I?m so nuts.? Nate put his hand on her head and began stroking her hair. She had incredibly soft, luxurious hair. ?I hang out a lot with these three guys in my class at school,? he said, referring to Jeremy, Anthony, and Charlie. ?But I went for a few days without gett............