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THE VIRGIN ISSUE Can you believe N? He was thisclose to getting a nice slice of B pie, if you know what I mean. I guess we’re supposed to admire his self-control, his ability to keep the old hot dog in the bun. But I bet B really wouldn’t have minded too much if N had just kept his mouth shut and got on with it instead of getting all moral on her and telling her all about his time with S. I mean, who’s B going to lose it to now? I was wrong about boys. I always thought they’d do anything to bag a virgin. I mean, I thought N would like the idea that B has never done it. But he doesn’t seem to care about that at all. All it does is make having sex with her this huge thing that he can’t deal with without smoking a big fattie and downing half a bottle of JD. So disappointing. Not that he was too quick to jump S’s bones either, and we all know she’s no virgin. Maybe N just has high moral standards. Ooh, that makes me like him even more. Your E-mail Hey gossip girl,i saw S go upstairs with some dude at the Tribeca Star. she was wasted. i was kind of tempted to knock on the door and see if there was a party going on or s/t, but i chickened out. i just wanted your advice. do you think she’d do me? i mean, she looks pretty easy.—Coop Dear Coop, If you’re the type of guy who has to ask, then probably not. S may be a ho, but she has excellent taste. —GGSightingsJust one: N at the burrito place on Lexington, chatting up the cute girl behind the counter. She gave him extra guacamole for free. Yeah, I bet she did. You know you love me, “Dan,” Jenny whispered, poking at her brother’s chest. “Wake up.” Dan flung his hand over his eyes and kicked at his sheets. “Go away. It’s Saturday,” he mumbled. “Please get up,” Jenny whined. She sat down on the bed, poking him repeatedly until he removed his arm to glare at her. “What’s your problem?” Dan said. “Leave me alone.” “No,” Jenny insisted. “We have to go shopping.” “Right,” Dan said. He rolled over, turning his head toward the wall. “Please, Dan. I have to get a dress for the party on Friday and you have to help me. Dad gave me his credit card. He said you could get a tux, too.” Jenny giggled. “Since we’re turning out to be the type of spoiled rotten kids that will need tuxes and dresses and all that crap.” Dan rolled over. “I’m not going to that party,” he said. “Shut up. Yes you are. You’re going and you’re going to meet Serena and dance with her. I’ll introduce you. She’s totally cool,” Jenny burbled happily. “No,” Dan said stubbornly. “Well, you can at least help me pick out a dress,” Jenny pouted. “Because I’m going. And I want to look nice.” “Can’t Dad go with you?” Dan asked. “Yeah, right. I said I wanted to look nice,” Jenny scoffed. “You know what Dad told me? He said, ‘Go to Sears, it’s the proletariandepartment store.’ Whatever that means. I don’t even know where Sears is, if it even exists anymore. Anyway, I want to go to Barneys. I can’t believe I’ve never even been there. I bet people like Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf go there, like, every day.” Dan sat up and yawned loudly. Jenny was all dressed and ready to go, with her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. She even had her jacket and shoes on. She looked so cute and eager, it was kind of hard to say no. “You’re such a pain i............