gossip girl 10 英文-第27部分

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navy　blue　Ben　Sherman　polo。　

？R…r…right。？　Nate　pulled　out　of　her　determined　grip；　tak…ing　a　seat　at　the　table。　Hewas　kind　of　
hungry；　and　the　plate　of　scrambled　eggs　and　lightly　browned　toast　looked　sort　of　tempting；　but　
even　in　his　early　morning　stupor；　Nate　could　see　where　this　was　headed。　He？d　start　eating；　Babs　
would　pour　him　more　orange　juice　she？d　just　made　from　the　can；　ask　him　to　rub　more　ointment　on　
her　tattoo；　then　suggest　that　maybe　they　should　take　a　soak　together　in　the　hot　tub　that　Coach　
never　stopped　talking　about。　And　before　he　knew　it；　she？d　handcuff　him　to　her　bed　and　rub　the　
slimy　leftover　cantaloupe　slices　over　his　naked　body　or　something。　

The　way　to　a　man？s　heart　is　said　to　be　through　his　stomach。　

The　thought　of　being　naked　in　bed　with　Babs　made　Nate　pletely　nauseated；　but　he　could　still　
feel　a　certain　longing　in　the　pit　of　his　stomach。　It　definitely　wasn？t　for　Babs　fluttering　around　in　a　
purple　nylon　robe　that　was　barely　long　enough　to　cover　her　half…fit；　half…middle…aged…flabby　ass；　
though。　It　had　more　to　do　with　the　memory　of　Blair；　wearing　only　the　lightest　sheen　of　sweat　and　
lotion；　grinning　at　him　naughtily　when　he　discovered　her　the　day　before　in　his　extremely　gay　
neighbor？s　yard。　He？d　seen　her　naked　lots　of　times；　but　standing　there　in　the　broad　daylight；　her　
delicate　shoulders　a　little　browner　that　the　rest　of　her；　she？d　never　looked　more　beautiful。　He？d　
spotted　the　tiny　familiar　apple…shaped　birthmark　on　her　hip　and　had　had　to　will　himself　not　to　grab　
her　and　kiss　it。　

？What？s　the　matter；　hon？？　Babs　wondered；　stepping　behind　his　chair　and　leaning　over　him　so　
that　her　weirdly　hard　boobs　were　sort　of　rubbing　against　his　upper　back。　？You？re　not　hungry　this　
morning？？　

Bursting　out　of　his　chair　as　if　he？d　been　electrocuted；　Nate？s　voice　came　out　much　more　loudly　
than　he？d　planned：　？You　know；　I　should；　um；　well；　I　need　to　make　a　telephone　call。？　

　？A　phone　call？　

？Yeah。？　He　blushed　deeply。　？Is　that　okay？　I　mean；　can　I　have　your　permission？　I　know　I？m　
technically　on　the　job　and　all。？　

？You　don？t　needmy　permission；？　she　whispered。　？There？s　nothing　I　would　ever　forbid　you　to　do；　
Nate。Nothing。　？　


？Thanks！？　He　practically　sprinted　out　of　the　kitchen　and　onto　the　back　deck。　Fumbling　in　the　
deep　pocket　of　his　cargo　shorts　for　his　Motorola　Pebl；　he　started　scrolling　through　his　address　
book　and　quickly　dialed　the　first　entry：　Anthony　Avuldsen；　his　lacrosse　teammate　and　the　guy　
who？d　already　saved　him　once　that　summer；　when　he？d　found　him…self　entangled　in　a　plicated　
romance　with　a　hot　townie　chick　who？d　turned　out　to　be　more　trouble　than　she　was　worth。　

Don？t　they　all？　

Nate　was　on　the　verge　of　hanging　up　after　five　rings；　when　Anthony　answered　with　a　friendly；　
exaggerated　shout。　？Whassup？？　

？Dude。Where　are　you？？　

？On　my　way　to　the　beach；？　Anthony　yelled　over　the　car　stereo；　blasting　AC/DC？s　？Back　in　Black？　
so　loud　that　his　phone　shook。　？Can　you　hang　out？？　

Nate　stared　out　at　the　small；　shimmering；　rectangular…shaped　pool　and　the　slightly　overgrown　
lawn　beyond　it。　The　idea　of　mowing　that　grass　made　him　want　to　cry；　the　thought　of　turning　
around　and　going　back　into　that　house　and　getting　molested　by　Babs　made　him　want　to　hurl。　

Talk　about　a　rock　and　a　hard　place。　

？Hang　out；？　Nate　repeated　slowly。　？Yeah；　let？s　do　that。　I？m　at　Coach？s　place　in　the　Bays。　Pick　
me　up？？　

？Pick　you　up？？　screamed　Anthony。　？Cool；　yeah；　what…ever。　Give　me　ten　minutes。？　

Nate　shoved　the　phone　back　into　his　pocket　and　inhaled　deeply；　steeling　his　nerves。　

？Everything　okay？？　Babs　opened　the　sliding　glass　porch　door　and　trotted　outside。　Her　purple　
robe　had　e　undone　and　was　hanging　off　her　shoulders　like　a　cape；　revealing　her　plicated；　
lacy；　animal…print　underthings。　They　reminded　Nate　of　the　kind　of　bathing　suit　his　eccentric　
French　now…dead　grandmother　had　worn　during　a　family　trip　to　the　Turks　and　Caicos　when　he　was　
a　kid。　

　Oh；　how　alluring！　

？I？m　actually　not　feeling　that　well。？　He　wasn？t　even　lying；　really；　since　the　thought　of　what　
might　happen　if　he　didn？t　get　out　of　there　made　him　feel　totally　queasy。Wincing　in　pain？　but　
trying　not　to　overdo　it？Nate　let　out　a　pathetic　cough。　

？Poor　boy；？　she　cooed；　using　one　hand　to　cinch　her　flimsy　robe　closed。　She　placed　her　other　palm　
against　his　furrowed　brow。　？You　do　feel　a　little　warm。？　


Maternal　instinct　andBasic　Instinct　？what　a　disturbing　mix。　

？Yeah。？　he　agreed；　backing　away。　？I　don？t　know　if　I　can　tackle　the　lawn　today。？　

？No；　of　course　not。We　should　get　you　out　of　those　clothes　and　right　into　bed。　I　can　make　you　
some　nice　herbal？？　

？I　should　really　just　go；？　Nate　interrupted　the　disturbing　quasi…porno　scenario　Babs　was　
describing。　He　didn？t　want　to　trade　her　Mrs。　Robinson　fantasies　for　some　skanky　nurse　setup。　？In　
fact；　I　think　I　hear　my　ride　outside。？　

？You　just　rest　and　take　it　easy；？　Babs　cooed。　？Don？t　you　worry　about　work。　I？ll　tell　Coach　you　
need　a　rest。　He？s　wearing　you　down。？　

？Thanks　Mrs。　M。？　Nate　nodded　gratefully　as　he　bounded　off　the　porch。　Forgetting　that　he　was　
supposed　to　be　sick；　he　whooped　with　delight　when　he　heard　a　car　horn　and　saw　Anthony？s　black　
BMW　turn　recklessly　into　the　coach？s　driveway。Saved。　

？You　sure　you？re　just　playing　sick？？　Anthony　momentarily　took　his　eyes　off　the　road　to　study　
Nate；　who　was　sunk　low　in　the　cream…colored　reclined　leather　seat；　shielding　his　eyes　from　the　
bright　sunlight　with　his　hand。　

？No；　dude；　I？m　fine；？　Nate　assured　him；　fiddling　with　the　dashboard　vents　so　that　the　cool　blast　
of　AC　was　aimed　directly　at　his　face。　？Babs　was　just；　you　know；　ing　on　kind　of　strong。？　

？No　shit！？　Anthony　laughed；　turning　down　the　stereo；　which　was　blaring　the　latest　Reigning　
Sound　album。　？This　I　have　to　fucking　hear。？　

？Nothing　to　hear；？　Nate　mumbled；　grinning　despite　him…self。　？Believe　me；　it？ll　give　you　
nightmares　for　fucking　weeks。？　

Nate　stared　out　the　window　at　the　landscape　whizzing　by：　the　fields　of　green　grass；　the　rich　blue　
sky；　the　weather…beaten；　enormous　shingled　houses；　all　of　it　blurred　together；　a　rush　of　images　he　
couldn？t　separate　into　their　various　parts；　almost　the　same　way　that　the　summer　had　been　nothing　
but　a　stream　of　various　moments　he　couldn？t　separate　into　distinct　events。　He　sighed。　There　was　
just　something　incredibly　depressing　about　realizing　that　the　only　memorable　moments　of　the　
summer　had　been　a　total　bust　of　a　party　in　the　city　where　he？d　been　abandoned　by　his　date；　and　
yesterday；　when　he？d　caught　Blair　and　Serena　skinny…dipping　or　whatever　the　hell　they　were　
doing。　

？I　saw　Blair　Waldorf　and　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　naked　yesterday；？　Nate　announced　suddenly；　
reaching　for　the　joint　he　had　prerolled　and　stashed　in　somebody？s　leftover　pack　of　Marlboros　that　
morning。　He　rolled　down　the　window　and　lit　it　up。　


？Threesome？？　Anthony　asked；　nodding　at　Nate　to　hand　him　one　of　the　cigarettes。　？You　are　one　
lucky　fucker。？　

Nate　shook　one　loose　and　passed　it　to　his　left。　？Nah；？　he　explained；　though　a　very　intriguing　
mental　picture　was　starting　to　take　shape　in　his　head。　

　Oh；　really？　

？They　were；　like；　skinny…dipping　in　my　neighbor？s　yard；？　he　continued；　exhaling　a　cloud　of　pot　
smoke　out　the　window。　？It　was　so　weird。？　

？Skinny…dipping？？　repeated　Anthony；　deftly　lighting　his　cigarette　and　making　a　left　turn　at　the　
same　time。　？No　shit。？　

？Blair；　man；　she？s　just　。　。　。？　Nate　trailed　off　as　the　image　of　Blair；　naked；　a　little　sweaty；　laughing　
at　him；　clouded　his　vision。　He　just　wanted　to　hold　her　again。　

？I　hear　you；　dude；？　Anthony　agreed；　nodding　vigorously。　？I　mean；　you？ve　got；　like；　athing。　And　
it？s　ourlast　summer。　It？s　like　。　。　。　fucking　carpe　fucking　diem；　right？？　

？Carpe　diem。。。。？Nate　pondered　this。　Seize　the　day。　He　took　another　deep　drag　and　swallowed；　
closing　his　eyes。Carpe　fucking　diem。　What　an　idea。　It　was　downright　。　。　。　inspiring。　He　turned　and　
smiled　appreciatively　at　Anthony。　He　was　a　genius。　

Or　maybe　he　was　just　high？　

？Seriously；　man；？　Anthony　continued；　holding　the　roach。　？I？ve　been　telling　you；　haven？t　I？　It？s　
time　to　get　serious　about　having　a　good　time。？　

Nate　nodded。　Itwas　time　for　him　to　get　serious　about　having　a　good　time。　Fuck　Coach　Michaels　
and　his　horny　wife；　fuck　the　lawn；　and　fuck　responsibility。　He　was　going　to　seize　the　fucking　day。　

And　maybe　someone　else；　too。　

the　lost　art　of　letter　writing　

FROM：　Steve　N。　

　TO：　

Subject：　Re：　Announcing　Inaugural　Meeting；　


Song　of　Myself　（Manhattan）　
Date：　9　July；　16：37：07　
To　whom　it　may　concern：　
It　was　with　great　delight　that　I　read　your　announcement。　I　desperately　want　to　be　surrounded　by　


like…minded　peers　who　are　as　passionately　devoted　to　the　power　of　the　written　word　as　I　am。　
In　the　spirit　of　true　iconoclasm；　I　decline　to　answer　any　of　your　questions。　I　suspect　that　you？re　
only　really　interested　in　independent　spirits　who　aren？t　willing　to　submit　to　your　silly　queries。　Rest　
assured；　I　live　by　the　book　and　I　shall　die　by　the　book。　
Regards；　
Steve　

？　
FROM：　Cassady　Byrd　
TO：　
Subject：　Re：　Announcing　Inaugural　Meeting；　
Song　of　Myself　（Manhattan）　
Date：　9　July；　20：04：39　
I　couldn？t　believe　it　when　I　saw　your　posting。　Right　on；　motherfuckers！　I？m　really　looking　


forward　to　getting　together　and　talking　。　。　。　maybe　more！！！！　
My　fave　verb　is　？to　love。？　My　least　fav　verb　is　？to　hate。？　You？re　gonna　hate　how　much　you　love　

me。　Burp！　
My　pic　is　attached。　。　。　。　
xoxo　

CB　（aka　Charlotte　Bront？）　


　？　
FROM：　Bosie　
TO：　
Subject：　Re：　Announcing　Inaugural　Meeting；　
Song　of　Myself　（Manhattan）　
Date：　9　July；　22：31：14　
Saw　your　ad。　Violently　intrigued。　
My　favorite　books：　
The　Picture　of　Dorian　Gray；Oscar　WildeInterview　with　the　Vampire；　Anne　Rice　
Favorite　movie：Party　Monster　starring　Macaulay　Culkin　
Favorite　song：　？Walk　on　the　Wild　Side？　by　Lou　Reed　
Favorite　word：　Bite　


Least　favorite　word：　Choke　
I　bit　him　and　choked。　
As　you　can　see　from　my　pic；　I？m　a　guy　who　likes