…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 afagou happily。
…I was nervous the first time too。 Not so much … she said； reassuring。 I promise。
Dan swallowed in dry and looked at the ceiling。 It was looking upon a crack in the plaster
above his head。
…I just wanted to wait until it is more 。。。 organic。
…All right； said Vanessa slowly。 But it is sex…only； save as is。 Not a poem。
Obviously she did not mean it。 For Dan was even a poem。 Probably the most important poem he
ever wrote。
He put the shirt。
…I just think better to wait； it's just that。
…Okay … Vanessa said； the point of losing patience。
Dan was always considering other things； writing about them in his black hood of bloquinho
until there was nothing else to write。 She loved the way his sensitive and romantic； but at
least once in life he could be nice and stop thinking so much on things and just follow the
damn current。 Still； Vanessa was the end of it since the day they met and made friends；
three years before。 She would not ruin things； now they were finally together。
Dan lit another cigarette。 Hands tremiam him as ever。
Vanessa the cutucou again。
…Hey； there is not so worried。 For me； all right that has not rolled。 Okay？
He seats。 Vanessa took his hand and put the arm of Dan around his shoulders。 They returned
to lie in bed and Dan blew the smoke into the role of Chinese red lantern while gently
afagava the bald head of Vanessa with the thumb。 I was fortunate to not have to explain
both。 It was what was cool in dating the best friend。 She knew him almost better than he
knew himself。
The two were lying there for some time； watching the smoke of cigarette Dan float in the
air。 That was another thing to be legal with the best friend。 Not when you have to talk。
…Once you start the holidays； I run one more film。 Vanesa…broke the silence。 … I think that
my War and peace may be too dark to send to the University of New York。
The latest film by Vanessa was adapted from a scene of war and peace； Tolstoy； and brought
as a princepe Dan Andrei addicted to crack。 Vanessa had applied to the University of New
York and wanted to send one of his movies instead of writing an essay； because it wanted to
form in cinema。 She could barely wait。 Just one more time in Constance Billard School for
Girls Magrelas and neurotic； where （thank God） does not fit into anything； and she was free；
free； free！
Dan released a long whiff。 I did not know with what Vanessa was concerned。 The films were
brios it； but it was that made it bright。 I had as Univerdidad of New York did not accept
it。
…If anyone has to worry； that somebody is me … he said； his hands trembling with nervous
again。
…How so？ … Vanessa asked。 … A university with a decent program deliteratura means you have
to kill。
…Yeah； but I speak of dombrio； My poems are even 。。。 … Dan stopped。 The poems were his
personal； were what they were。 And it seemed weird to have a lot of them an official
admission in any of Columbia； or Brown； or Vassar； as if his soul desnudando and a plete
stranger could not have read the works of Goethe； Sartre and Camus and not understand your
references oblique to them。
…Did you know that you can even try to publish their stuff？ … Vanessa suggested。 …That would
leave the staff of the university's admission pletely convinced about you。
Dan put the cigarette end of empty cigarette in a can of Coca…Cola。
…Yeah； okay … he said。 He liked to write； but no way is ready to send your stuff to a
publisher。 Not even find your voice yet。 He knew that。 Each new poem that I wrote seemed
different from the older。
Vanessa is seated again。
…What？ I'm talking sério。Você should do that。
Dan adunfou further in blankets。
…Whatever … he muttered without enthusiasm。 I was not ready for sex and not estavapronto to
be published。 Now she felt even more inadequate。
Vanessa knew that when I was back Horadada。 She breathed fund and channeled his inner
kitten； one that just came out of his corner in hot heater when Dan needed a strong kiss on
his cute face。
She deslizou covered under the breast and kissed him。
…One more week and we can spend all the time so the holidays … she muttered。
Unlike most members of the class at Constance Billard and Riverside Prep； or Vanessa or Dan
would have a glamorous travel holidays of Christmas。 Vanessa lived with older sister； a
bassist； Ruby； in an apartment in Williamsburg； in Brooklyn。 Parents of them were artists of
the future； always lived in Vermont and spent the Christmas on a tour with his troupe
perfotmática。 Dan and sister Jenny； lived with her father； Rufus； a munist writer and
editor； beat poets known anything； not believed in Christmas； Hanukkah or in； or in any
other holy days； indeed。
…Daddy will make his annual lasagna on Thursday … and Dan went back in the hands of Vanessa；
allowing them to relax again。 He loved the softness and firmness of her back； which were not
full of ribs as him。 … Are you ing； right？
She gave the shoulders。
…Sure。 But tell your father that I will not eat like a pig as did last year。 It is another
thing that I am giving a time。 I lost three kilos。
Dan continued afagando the back of Vanessa。
…Why？ … He asked。 Vanessa did not need to diet。 The body of it was exactly as she described
in one of his poems： as water。
…Because my clothes are better if I do fall。 … Vanessa was not interested in being magrela；
as the majority of colleagues in class； but not like when it had to shrink the belly button
to your pants。
…Well； I like you as you are … Dan said； and the nose in her ear。
Vanessa turned her head to him and his lips met in a long； sweet kiss。 While kissing； she
could not stop thinking about sex with Dan could be much more significant than had been with
Clark。 At least Dan was ready。
…I love you … she whispered； closing the it。 Vanessa thought for some time to ask again if
he wanted to try sex； but would not estegar the moment。 Only had to wait until he was ready；
but with Dan it could mean waiting until they were married or something。
So it seems they no longer acted as if they were not married。 Excuse me； I will yawn。
J regret to participate if the party
In the backseat of the limo Flow； Blair felt squeezed by peituda of Jenny Humphrey
desengo？ado and the friend of Aaron； Miles； the drummer spindly。 On the other side of them
was in the lap of Serena Flow … 〃To make room for others；〃 she said … and Nate press in the
window； getting stoned。 He also was based for the past Kati； Elizabeth and Chuck； which was
even more irritating than stoned drunk。 Aaron was sitting cross…legged on the floor； between
the two rear seats； smoking a cigarette of their Natural playing PlayStation 2's limo。
… What is your real name indeed？ … Serena asked the Flow； but already knew； for a program of
MTV； that his name was Julian prosper。 Indeed it is a name much better than Flow； but would
not say it to him。
He gave his famous risinho of shy guy caught in the covers Spins； Rolling Stone；
Entertainment Weekly and Interview and shook his head。
… It is not so important
… Well； you is not so beautiful person … she said turning her head to the other side with a
wicked smile。
She was lying； of course。 He was at least ten times more beautiful than the pictures； if
that is possible。
Serena knew he was flirting in a ridiculous； but she loved how the dark…brown hair is wound
in the Flow of temples； the skin a golden bronze and his fingers seemed delicate。 Why not
get the guy？ It was only for one night。 Tomorrow Flow would return to Los Angeles； or
wherever they lived； and she finally begin to look for evidence。 All that she wanted was a
little fun。
All that Serena wanted was a little fun all the time。
Flow back； pretending to be ashamed of their good looks。
… Sorry。 I think I am not so high as well。 He bent forward and opened the Sub…Zero
refrigerator bottom of your bank。
… Hey； you drink here。 Someone there is head