It was exactly the kind of irony that Vanessa loved: a bittersweet irony. She was pessimistic and Dan was a romantic, and she could not understand why Dan had spun so disturbed with sex. For her, the more Dan and the more he hoped the oversized sex, writing poems about it and losing sleep for concern, most were for the disappointment. But she could not find a delicate way to do it see it unless it and tie up his clothes off. What it is bad idea. Vanessa smiled to herself and the thoughts turned to film. After the fish market she wanted to spend the day with one of those strips that ciclicstas always cycling in pairs by the Central Park and that never seemed to connect all the boys in Sheep Meadow were doid?es and beer bebessem age without having to do it. What she wanted was discovered was that they already arrested someone, or if you were trying to tone up the muscles of the legs with all those headed. Indeed, the police department that she probably would not film the police on a bicycle without any permission, but was not a bad idea at all. Finally, she wanted to go out with a hot dog vendor. See his house, the damília it, the dog. See if he had regular customers. If perhaps, while expecting that people buy hot-dogs, he read a book challenging, type The rainbow of the seriousness of Thomas Pynchon, and dreamed of leading men a day. Or maybe he just fiasse happy to be a seller of hot dog and eat hot dog every day for free. A movement in front of the room drew the attention of Vanessa. The lemingues of Constance were moving away from the chair of Serena. -Thank you, girls. And thank you, Serena - shouted Mr. Hanson. - Ten more minutes. Vanessa was looking as Serena again seperar earnestly the tips of the hair. Serena and Dan should have the movie star of War and Peace Vanessa last October. But Dan had agifo like an idiot around Serena and Vanessa could not bear, so she asked a girl who barely knew how to act the role of protagonist. In Serenaentrou of Dan, but only for five seconds. And before that Serena could cause a lot of damage, Vanessa attacked the head scraped the rulê collar and black boots to fight to restore his heart broken. Vanessa descruzou legs and crossed again. The idea of rescuing a bad Dan did want to love sex with him even more. She sighed impatiently. Holidays, she and Dan would spend much time together with little supervision of adults. Whether he was ready or not, it was only a matter of time before they did. Tá seeing? Despite the tough way for Vanessa and her disdain for the whole human species, it was not just another curious girl of 17 years. We are all equal. n can not stop thinking about butt of b Nate was in Jackson Hole lunch with Anthony Avuldsen, Charlie Dern and Jeremy Scott Tornpkinson in the interval between the evidence of calculating and chemistry. The proof of calculation had been quarry total and all were reloading with burgers, fries and Cocas to pass by the chemical, which probably would be much worse. Nate thought that the restaurant should invest in some of ceiling fans to remove the smell of fried onions that hangs in the air. He also thought about Jenny and Blair in that way not very defined and carefree that tended to use most of the things. Jennifer did not know of since the evening of Saturday, which was weird, because in general she sent text messages, small encrypted by phone or e-mails fresh short in his address to the St. Jude's School. Maybe she just was busy studying for tests. Nate and took away the plate of the Nokia pocket. Doeria not have anything for her a text message, just to keep morale high during the tests. Oh, how much consideration. Srt good!, He said. Qnta trde you lv cmprs bj N. Jeremu his arms stretched thin and turned his head to relax the neck. -Hey, who you 're telling the torpedo, man? - He was a little boy and a half idiot, so skinny that I could not keep the pants at the waist, but offset that with the haircut of the rock star of English and a way to talk about doid?o. Nate has the shoulders. -Nothing that is in your account. Anthony put a bunch of ketchup-soaked fries in the mouth. He played in almost all the sports teams of the St. Jude's, then you could eat chips all day and still continue curvy. -Hey, I noticed that Blair was very hot on Saturday night - he said. Nate assentiu while it had an image of the head butt mesh of Blair with the tight black dress. Blair was just fine. - Of course she does not have the teats of Jennifer - Antonhy added. The boys had stopped by Nate sacanear dating a student of eighth grade for some time, but from time to time made a reference to the enormous breasts of Jenny. It was hard not to make way. Nate smiled. After the forehead wrinkle, trying to remember how Jennifer was on Saturday, but just what came to mind was a jumble of brown curls, the neckline estupenso and his shy smile. He took a few drinks of Coca, the semicerrando look beautiful green and thinking hard. What actually happened very rarely. It was weird, but Nate never really sat down and compared the two girls. He loved to Jennifer - it was less demanding than Blair and a half that left with their own thoughts, while Blair always wanted to know in what he was thinking or where he went and with whom. Jenny did not pressure the way Blair did, like forcing him to apply for Yale so that they could live together near the campus or give him expensive gifts so that he felt obliged to reciprocate the gesture and buy something for it, too. And Jenny had those incredible breasts, while the Blair were only half there. Were legal, but not spec............