gossip girl 10 英文-第26部分

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hindquarters　onto　a　teak　chaise。　Her　only　accessories　were　a　tiny　gold　Me&Ro　anklet　and　oversize　
black　Ray…Bans。　


？Vhat　is　going　on？？　demanded　Ibiza；　yanking　her　ninety…pound　frame　out　of　the　pool。　She　was　so　
emaciated　she　looked　like　one　of　those　send…money…now　third…world　kids　in　the　TV　mercials；　
totally　overdressed　in　her　icky　trade…mark　lavender…and…gold　striped　cutout　one…piece。　

？What　do　you　mean？？　Serena　casually　tossed　her　maga…zine　onto　the　chaise　next　to　Blair。　

？Your　clothes；？　accused　Svetlana；　still　in　the　water；　her　colorless；　overprocessed　hair　matted　flat　
to　her　head。　？You？re　not　wearing　any　clothes！？　

？Oh　dear。？　Blair　sighed　dramatically　and　turned　onto　her　stomach。　The　sweltering　sun　felt　nice　
on　her　bare　bottom。　？You　haven？t　heard？？　

？Heard　what？？　demanded　Ibiza；　glaring　down　at　her　pert；　naked　body。　

？I　guess　the　latest　issue　of　EstonianVogue　or　whatever　it　is　you　usually　read　neglected　to　cover　
the　naked　trend。？　Blair　yawned。　？It？s　the　very　latest　thing。？　

Serena　stubbed　her　cigarette　out　in　a　large　seashell　on　a　glass　side　table　next　to　her　chaise。　She　
tried　to　avoid　looking　at　Blair　in　order　to　suppress　the　unstoppable　hysterics　and　probably　a　snort　
that　would　spill　out　of　her　if　she　did。　

？Is　latest　thing　to　go　naked？？　Svetlana　glanced　down　at　her　spindly　bikini…thong；　which　she？d　
probably　mail…ordered　from　the　Victoria？s　Secret　catalog。　The　water　distorted　her　body？s　
appearance；　so　that　it　almost　looked　like　she　had　actual　hips　and　curves。　

Merely　an　optical　illusion。　

？Yes；　is　obvious；？　scolded　Ibiza；　pulling　down　the　straps　on　the　top　of　her　cutout　suit。　Her　body；　
with　its　circular　cutout　tan　lines；　looked　like　a　Twister　mat。　？Is　much　better　like　this。　Is　European　
way；　really。？　

？Topless　is　sodone　though。？　Serena　gave　an　exaggerated　yawn；　staring　down　at　her　magazine　and　
trying　not　to　lose　it。　？Blair　and　I　have　been　going　topless　at　the　beach　since　we　were　eleven；　at　
least。？　

？At　least；？　Blair　chimed　in。　Flat　on　her　stomach；　she　put　her　head　down　and　closed　her　eyes。　

？Right。？　Ibiza　took　the　bait。　She　hopped　up　on　one　leg　and　then　the　other；　tugging　off　the　rest　of　
the　hideous　suit。　It　fell　to　the　ground　with　a　wet　slap。　？Of　course；　I　don？t　want　you　to　feel　
unfortable；　yes？？　

？Yes；？　concurred　Svetlana　miserably。　She　slipped　out　of　her　sad　red　polka…dot　bikini　and　dropped　
it　at　the　pool？s　edge。　Then　she　leapt　into　the　water　and　swam　away　embar…rassed；　her　body　a　


skeletal　flash　of　underfed　whiteness。　

？Zo　glad　we　can　all　just　relax　now；　yes？？　Ibiza　asked；　sounding　confident　but　looking　
unfortable　just　standing　there；　her　Twister…mat　body　pletely　naked；　like　she　didn？t　know　
what　to　do　with　herself。　Blair　noticed　that　her　boobs　were　totally　asymmetrical；　like　they？d　been　
glued　on　wrong。　Maybe　they　had。　

？Have　you　seen　hottie　that　lives　next　door？？　Ibiza　started　to　say　in　a　feeble　attempt　at　casual　
small　talk　while　naked。　She　shook　her　hands　out　like　they　were　burning　up。　

？Maybe　weshould　ask　Stefan　for　some　iced　coffee；？　Serena　suggested；　ignoring　her。　

？Yes；　sound　very　good。？　Ibiza　nodded　then　strode　slowly　and　deliberately　to　the　umbrella…shaded　
table。　She　pulled　out　one　of　the　heavy　wooden　chairs　and　curled　up　on　it　oh…so…casually。　？I　call　
him。　Stefan！　Stefan！？　

Serena　held　her　breath；　listening　for　the　sound　of　approaching　footsteps。　

？Now；？　hissed　Blair　quietly。　

On　cue；　they　jumped　off　of　their　lounges　and　took　off　running；　giggling　hysterically；　over　the　
plush　velvety　lawn　and　into　the　thicket　of　leafy　trees　on　the　perimeter　of　the　large；　sunny　yard。　

？Look；　look！？　Serena　ducked　behind　the　leafy　boughs　of　a　baby　oak；　pointing　at　the　scene　they？d　
just　fled：　Stefan　had　appeared；　as　beckoned；　clad　in　his　usual　ensemble　of　tight　white　tee　and　cargo　
shorts。　He　was　also　sporting　a　cute　little　grosgrain　ribbon　headband　to　keep　his　thick　hair　out　of　
his　brown　eyes；　which　were　wide　with　shock。　Ibiza　sat　before　him　in　all　her　bizarre　
pale…and…tanned　polka…dottedness。　She　stuck　out　her　chest；　trying　to　look　sexy；　but　her　oddly　
shaped　boobs　just　pointed　in　different　directions。　Svetlana　had　chosen　just　that　minute　to　finally　
emerge　from　the　pool；　dripping　wet。　She　picked　up　her　iPod；　stuck　in　her　headphones；　and　began　
to　dance；　flapping　her　pale；　spindly　arms。　She　looked　like　an　albino　flamingo。　？Ratfucker！？　she　
sang　loudly；　totally　misunderstanding　the　words　to　the　latest　Coldplay　song。　

Serena　and　Blair　laughed　so　hard　they　nearly　peed　them…selves。　Serena　felt　flushed　and　giggly；　
almost　like　a　little　kid　again。　A　very　powerful　wave　of　d？j？　vu　washed　over　her；　and　she　was　
transported　to　a　moment　exactly　like　this　one；　only　years　ago；　when　they　were　much　younger。　She　
and　Blair　were　changing　out　of　their　one…piece　Lands？　End　bathing　suits　behind　some　raspberry　
bushes　at　her　house　in　Ridgefield；　Connecticut。　Nate　kept　threatening　to　chase　them；　and　they　
were　giggling　so　hard　they　kept　pricking　themselves　and　sticking　their　feet　into　the　wrong　holes　of　
their　terrycloth　shorts。　

　？What　the　f？？？　

Serena　couldn？t　believe　her　eyes？it　was　almost　as　if　she？d　conjured　him。　Nate　stood　in　front　of　


them；　his　eye…brows　furrowed；　brushing　the　splinters　off　the　seat　of　his　khaki　shorts　after　jumping　
the　wooden　fence　between　the　two　properties。　

？Natie！？　Serena　ran　over　and　threw　her　arms　around　him；　forgetting　how　pletely　naked　she　
was。　He　hugged　her　back；　awkwardly　patting　her　bare　shoulder。　She　giggled　and　bounded　back　to　
Blair？s　side；　obscuring　her　privates　with　a　leafy　branch。　

Blair　grinned　devilishly。　It　somehow　seemed　so　right　to　run　into　Nate　like　this。　There　was　just　
something　soobvious　about　the　three　of　them　together　again；　even　if　two…thirds　of　them　weren？t　
wearing　any　clothes。　

？Strip；　Nate！？　Blair　cried；　running　after　him　like　she　was　going　to　pull　down　his　cargo　shorts。　He　
ducked　behind　an　oak　tree。　

？Skinny…dipping？？　Nate　asked；　peeking　out　from　behind　the　slim　tree　trunk。　

Serena　smiled　as　she　studied　her　old　friend　or　boyfriend　or　whatever　Nate　was？she　wasn？t　even　
sure。　That　confused　expression；　those　sleepy；　stoner　green　eyes？he　hadn？t　changed　a　bit。　But　for　
once；　Nate　wasn？t　looking　back　at　her　at　all？　he　was　staring；　mouth　agape；　atBlair。　

？Naked　is　the　new　clothed；？　Blair　told　him　matter　of　factly。　She　placed　a　hand　on　the　fleshy　
curve　of　her　hip。　？Haven？t　you　heard？？　

Blair　had　known　he　was　around　here　somewhere；　of　course；　but　she　hadn？t　expected　him　to　
findher。　Their　whole　relationship　had　always　been　about　chasing　him　and　trying　to　pin　him　
down？she？d　kind　of　wanted　to　just　handcuff　him　to　her　bed；　and　not　even　in　a　dirty　way；　but　just　
so　she　could　keep　track　of　him　and　make　sure　he　wasn？t　doing　something　idiotic。　But　now　he　was　
here　and　he？d　obviously　e　looking　for　them。　Or；　judging　by　the　way　he　was　looking　at　her；　
he？d　e　looking　forher。　

？Totally；？　Serena　confirmed；　crossing　her　arms　over　her　sun…dappled　chest。　The　fact　that　Nate　
wasn？t　looking　at　her　made　her　feel　even　more　naked。　She？d　never　clamored　for　Nate？s　attention；　
but　she？d　wanted　it。　She？d　always　wanted　it。　Just　then　Blair　lunged　for　Serena？s　elbow；　yanking　
her　in　the　general　direction　of　Bailey　Winter？s　pool。　

？Wait；　where　are　you　going？？　Nate　stammered。　

Blair　held　tightly　to　Serena？s　hand　as　they　ran。　？Get　a　good　look！？　she　called　behind　them　as　
they　pranced　up　the　flagstone　path　to　the　screen　door。　？And　think　about　us　tonight！？　

Don？t　worry；　he　will。　


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　newyork。craigslist/groups　
Announcing　Inaugural　Meeting；　Song　of　Myself　Literary　Salon　（Manhattan）　

Rejoice；　righteous　wordsmiths！　We　are　pleased　to　announce　a　new　and　exclusive　literary　group　in　
the　grand　tradition　of　the　European　salons　of　Gertrude　Stein　and　Edith　Sitwell。　

We　are　two　humble　servants　of　the　written　word：　one　a　vaunted　young　poet　and　songwriter　with　a　
semi…international　reputation；　the　other　a　reader　and　thinker　who　cherishes　Wilde　and　Proust　over　
all　else。　We　are　looking　for　like…minded　young　men　and　women　who　love　to　read；　write；　and　talk　
about　reading　and　writing；　and　maybe　drink　a　little　Chianti　or　whatever。　Consider　the　following　
statements/questions。　We？ll　read　every　response　closely　and　then　send　invitations　to　our　inaugural　
meeting　to　a　carefully　handpicked　group　of　discerning　New　Yorkers。　

1。　Poetry　deserves　a　more　central　role　in　the　culture　today。　There　should　be　an　American　Poet　
Idol　show。　Agree　or　disagree？　
2。　What　is　your　favorite　word？　What　is　your　least　favorite　word？　Write　a　sentence　using　both　at　
the　same　time。　Example：　Mayhem。　Snack。　Sitting　in　the　middle　of　the　iridescent…brown　cockroach　
mayhem；　Bonita　ate　a　snack　of　butterfly　wings。　
Interested　participants　should　attach　a　photograph。　We　need　to　make　sure　you？re　not　12。　Or　112。　

Looking　forward　to　some　inspiring　conversation！　（BYOB！）　

　n？s　great　escape　

？There　you　are！？　

Babs　Michaels　stood　at　the　cheap　Formica　counter　of　her　ramshackle　kitchen；　artfully　arranging　
slices　of　cantaloupe　on　a　plate　of　scrambled　eggs　and　buttery　toast。　Nate　rubbed　at　his　bloodshot　
eyes　with　the　heel　of　his　hand　and　yawned？　for　a　second　the　sight　of　a　very　tanned　woman　
preparing　breakfast　gave　him　a　weird　flashback　to　when　he　was　a　kid。　He　used　to　stumble　
downstairs　to　the　kitchen　of　his　Upper　East　Side　town　house　to　find　Cecille；　his　parents？　
Barbadian　chef；　preparing　cinnamon　wheat　toast　or　a　bowl　of　Irish　oatmeal　for　him　before　he　
headed　off　to　St。　Jude？s　in　the　morning。　

But　he　wasn？t　a　kid；　he　didn？t　have　to　go　to　school　any…more；　and　Babs；　in　her　tissue…thin　pale　
purple　robe；　with　her　tight；　leathery　skin；　was　definitely　not　Cecille。　Besides；　he？d　already　eaten　


two　strawberry　frosted　Pop…Tarts　at　his　house　in　Georgica　Pond。　

？Morning；？　Nate　muttered；　watching　suspiciously　as　Babs　set　the　loaded　plate　on　the　table；　
humming　throatily。　

？You　need　a　big　breakfast　today；　don？t　you；　Nate？　All　that　sweating　and　straining　in　the　hot　sun。？　
She　sidled　over　to　Nate；　placing　her　cool　hand　on　his　right　bicep；　which　was　peeking　out　of　his　
navy　blue　Ben　Sherman　polo。　

？R…r…right。？　Nate　pulled　out　of　her　determined　gri