All I Want Is Everything (9 page)

Too late.

- Nate? - He heard Serena's voice behind him. - Hey, Natie!

He turned slowly. The sweet scent of sandalwood and lily was
filling his nostrils as she threw his arms in it. She kissed the freed and Jenny in the
face.

- Hey, which bought?

Jenny corou again.

- Hmmmm, nothing else.

Blair was standing a little away from them, in criticizing
the silence of black ugly sparse Jenny and her fuzzy red hat. Nate smiled at her.

- Yo, Blair.

Blair suspended the Prada bag on the shoulders and shook the
hair of the face.

- Hi - she said to nobody in particular. She looked briefly
for Jenny. - Hi, Ginny. Merry Christmas.

Jenny holding a small bag of Barneys behind the back, as if
afraid that Blair could get her to see what was inside.

- Merry Christmas, she replied frankly disappointed with the
voice.

Blair was so angry to see them shopping for Christmas
together as a couple chatinho and happy that could not withstand a kidding.

- Maybe you can help us - it suddenly seemed cheerful. - We
are buying gifts for Flow and Miles ... You know who they are, the guys who stayed with us
the other night. But do not know what to take. - She cutucou the elbow of Serena. - Serena was thinking of a perfume.
Nate, mind if we test you?

Nate did not use perfume and really wanted to give out quickly from there, but had no intellectual capacity to get rid the situation.

- Of course - he replied without enthusiasm.

Blair led them to a stop, and before he could protest, he
took the right hand of Nate and spraying a colony Dolce & Gabana she knew that the ass
smelled musty and blue cheese.

- What do you think? - She asked, placing the hand of Nate
under the nose of Jenny.

Jenny started to sneeze.

- Health - said Serena.

Jenny espirrava without stopping. I could not bear it.

Nate estremeceu.

- It means strong.

- Really? And this here, then? - Blair got his left hand and
spraying Eau d'Orange Verte from Hermes. It was a classic aroma and pure that she loved
and sometimes she wore, although males.

Nate smell the hand and was immediately taken by nostalgia,
thinking when he was lying in bed for Blair, kissing his bare belly and making it laugh.

- Legal, he said, with other fungi.

The nose was dripping from Jenny. She dried in the glove.
Serena took the left hand of Nate and placed under the very nose.

- Oh, is so totally you, Nate - she smiled with sincerity
for Jenny. - You should buy one for him for Christmas. It is sensational.

Jenny cleared the nose again. I had more money and,
moreover, had already bought a gift much better for Nate. She looked at him, hoping that he said the
same thing and then they could go, but Nate was only standing there, looking at Blair, with his hands stretched
like a doll.

The question is again in the heart of esgueirou Jenny.

How Nate could be so beautiful when he was alone with her,
but when he was with other people was so ... Stupid?

Blair wrinkle your nose.

- I know not - she muttered. - I think perhaps agent must
give something more personal.

- Like what? - Serena asked, entering the game.

- I just buy one for Nate samba-song with the legal stamp of
a sailboat - Jenny suggested full of hope. - They have other different. You should go
see.

Nate smiled timidly.

- Yeah. It is very nice.

Blair grabbed the bottle of green Hermes sample of the
colony, ready to toss it on the head of Jenny. Samba-song? That bitch.

Serena saw that brincadeirinha Blair seemed to be coming
back to it.

- Come on, Blair - she cutucou slightly from the elbow
Blair. Come-up. It has a bikini that I want to try. You can tell me what you think.

Blair put the bottle of perfume in the back counter.

- Okay - she replied coldly.

- Come to St. Barts tomorrow. - Serena planted a kiss in
front of Nate. Then lowered and kissed Jenny.

- But the people you see in the Year-new, all right?

Nate Blair noted rummage in the ruby ring on his finger. He
took a step forward, put your hand on the jacket sleeve and kissed her on the face.

- Merry Christmas, Blair.

The best actresses always remain composed in the face of
insults.

- Merry Christmas - she replied, keeping the chin lifted the
maximum that was physically possible without falling back. Then, with the highest form
that could pose, she turned to lift the back of the shop, pulling Serena behind you.

Nate from the saw, admiring how the long dark hair fell to
Blair in the back of the jacket Cashmere blue sky. He built the left hand and he breathed
fresh and pure perfume that reminded Blair of bare skin. After turned to Jenny. The pompoms in her hair. The partnership
avantajada black. Hands little girl. The shy smile. Blair was a relief to have gone, he
stopped to compare the two. Because the real truth was that there was no comparison.

A bottle of perfume as a dancer was on the desk of glass
behind them.

- Hey - Nate said changing the subject. - I saw the
nutcracker? - Jenny studying art, then probably knew all of ballet.

Jenny shook her head, trying to smile. He had gone to the
Lincoln Center with the class of architecture and design, but it was the closest that came to
see a ballet of truth.

- No, not yet.

That was not good. Definitely not good.

Nate Blair had brought to see the nutcracker in the last
three Christmas and, although he knew that was very stupid, I would like. It was kind of a
trip: the first scene, during a Christmas party, the tree on stage was just a tree normal-sized. And then, after the little girl begins to
sleep and dream, the tree leaves the ground, turning into a tree pumped steroids - was even
greater than the Rockefeller Center tree. And after all the toys come to life and begin to
fight. It was sensational.

Nate pulled the phone from the pocket.

- Have a dinner with his father tomorrow night, right?

Jenny seats.

- So let's see if they have tickets for the matinee.

Jenny is supported at the counter of perfumes, dominated by
those of flu symptoms again.

Nate would take her to the ballet! How could she not love
Nate?

d try to write about sex in a new way  

Once the evidence came on Thursday, Dan went to the
Sino-Cuban favorite coffee shop on Broadway and asked for a coffee with milk and rolinho
spring. Then got a new block black and a black ballpoint pen. The all week he was trying to write
something decent way to keep the proposal for the university, but everything I wrote was a
complete waste. He never had trouble writing before - in general, the words simply fluíam him. Obviously
he was distracted by the evidence, but that was not a justification. He was blocking
writer.

Dan bebeu um gole, pingando gotas de café com leite em toda
a primeira página em branco do bloco. In a way, have linked the blocking of the major
writer. Tolstoy had. Hemingway had.

He was not sure whether your favorite French existentialist
had, but concluded that everyone should probably go through it one time or another. That does
not make things less painful,

however. Indeed, it was excruciating.

Poor thing, that tormented soul.

Dan knew, only to look at the old black block, the last time
that he had written anything of value was before Thanksgiving, before he and Vanessa kiss is
the first time and realize they were in love.

He turned rolinho the spring in a thick sauce of plum and
has a bite. Besides the death,

love was his favorite subject, but now I was loving the
words he used to write about it seemed superficial and rough. If he could at least find a
new angle to approach the topic of love. Plunged in the spring rolinho sauce and took another
bite. The hot fat rolinho of trickled down through the wrist. Esbarrou a waitress at the
hip with his elbow and he dropped what was left of the cup rolinho, coffee with milk
spreading everywhere.

Most people are annoying, but for Dan was a moment of illumination.

Sex!, He thought. The sex was the final physical expression
of love, and it was so, although it was never done, he wanted to happen at the right time,
when the only way to tell what was really meant to make love.

Dan took the pen cap. He read much critical theory to know
that some of the biggest clichés to write about sex was to use images of flowers
desabrochando, the sunrise and fireworks. He also knew it was possible to do something that did not
appear sexual. But he wanted to write about the sex of new and unexpected ways.

He looked at the half eaten rolinho spring, brown coffee,
thinking.

Any normal kid would have to think about sex immediately
thought of taking the clothes of the girl. However, Dan was not a normal boy. Instead of
thinking about taking the clothes of Vanessa, he thought in words old, unless they were used in a
sensual. And to do that you have to stop thinking about words and start thinking about
something or, even better,

someone. Preferably someone without clothes.

But Dan was arrested for words. The more agonizava on what
words to use, was more convinced that it could not write about sex because they had not yet
done. And if he did not write about sex, would not get to write about love. And if you can
not write about love, write more nõa would achieve nothing.

Is that sex was the cure for writer's block?

v discovers the Victoria 's Secret On Thursday after school, Vanessa walked by Broadway,

in Soho, filming a transvestite dressed in a overalls PVC boots and black PVC platform to jump 15, walking with a tiny chihuahua usually cooped up in a black orange fuzzy when he was stopped in front of Victoria's Secret by a woman who distributes promotional leaflets . Ipresentando the collection of Very Sexy lingerie.

Buy two sutiãs Sexy Véty and win a v-string panties or a matching thong!, said the leaflet.

Vanessa did not know well what was a v-string or a thong.
She bought cotton panties HANES Her Way and tops of Rite Aid, and had never entered the
Victoria's Secret She looked at the poster of Gisele Bündchen using the Angels
collection that filled the glass.

Lingerie seamless with a trim celestial, said the poster. Éclaro that anything would be
heavenly in Gisele, but does it look good?

Vanessa started to handle the camera on the shoulder and
opened the heavy glass door of the store, thinking it could be fun way out.

She was addressed as soon as the door is closed behind you.

- Welcome to Victoria's Secret - said a blonde mignon with a black terninho tight. - Can I help her to find something today?

Vanessa looked at her. I hated that hover sellers around the people.

- No - she replied, with his wife. - Only I'm giving a look.

The woman smiled graciously.

- Fine. Just so you know, my name is Vanessa.

Vanessa looked at her, surprised.

- It is my name too - she said, feeling means bad for being so rough with the woman. - We have the same name.

The radiant Vanessa Louro smiled at her.

- But what a coincidence! Well you do not forget my name. Call me if you need anything - then it turned to help another client.

Vanessa looked at the store. Perfume and chamber music
filled the air, and the carpet was a deep red velvet.

Round tables were covered with red satin d batteries varias and panties in solid colors, animals and padronagens Floral. In each wall had shelves of sutiãs of income,

stretch satin and cotton. There was corpetes, tango, and
v-strings shortinhos. Petticoat, bustiês, alloys and friction-alloys.

Vanessa had never seen so much space devoted to the type the vanity of woman she always loathe. But maybe, just maybe, a set of middle-income bra cup Very Sexy and a thong-income were the kind of thing that she
needed to be so irresistible to Dan,

he would have his moment organic poetic or what were you were expecting and decided it was ready for sex.

She was a shelf of red and sutiãs income vasulhou.

34b, 36C, 38D.

Not even knew what was the size her. Below the shelf of sutiãs had a shelf the panties of income, for more than strips of income for panties - extremely small strips. Vanessa examined the labels. So it was a thong. Well, did not seem so so bad. She looked around the room, looking for xará blonde.

- Decided whether to try something anyway? - Vanessa asked
the Bay, leaving a bar to the left of 'Vanessa, which was busy folding a stack of white
cotton varias.

Vanessa has to shoulder, rendered.

- Hmmm, is black? - It built a half-cup bra-income Very Sexy
red.

- What size do you need? -asked the VanessaLoura.

Vanessa wrinkle the forehead. How could have reached the age
of 17 without knowing what was the size of your bra?

I do not know well - she muttered almost inaudible.

Vanessa Louro smiled a benevolent way.

- Go to a room of evidence, and here I measure you.

After the talk you are looking for. We will find something
in the style you like, it is well on his body and is comfortable too! What do you think?
Vanessa seats with reluctance. Not exactly like the idea of someone measure their breasts and
did not know what he wanted, but the Bay Vanessa seemed a professional and she had already
gone too far to quit.

- Since it is black - she insisted.

We know, we know.

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AME HER SISTER, BUT NO OTHER  

Drew my attention that we have not heard a peep on the
half-brother of skytech of B, the lovely A. You may be thinking that he is busy studying for
the tests and met with the new band. But no. He's hiding. And I'm almost convinced that the
reason why he is hiding because he is dealing with some serious problems. The latest of
these is that he called his friend drummer M to go with him to St. Barts, and I suspect that
the reason for him to do this is that M B keep busy and out of your sight.