。 ？Next time watch where
you？re going。？
？Vanessa？？ Mr。 rollerblader…who？d…fallen…on…his…ass demanded； struggling to sit up。
Vanessa？s eyelids flapped up and down in disbelief。 Was she seeing things？
There； splayed out on the asphalt under the oaks； in the middle of Central Park； wearing
rollerblades； dorky athletic shorts； and a clingy white spandex tee； plus wristbands； kneepads； and
elbow pads； with a flushed face and messy； sweaty hair； was Dan。 Her Dan。
？Dan？？she gasped with so much horror and confusion in her voice that Edgar actually stopped
blubbering and stood up。
？Hi。？ Dan grinned sheepishly。 The blond bimbo in the skimpy jog bra extended her hand and
helped him to his feet。 He swiveled unsteadily on his blades。？Hey Vanessa 。。 。 what？s up？？
？What？s up is she？s not paying attention to these little animals running around；？ the blonde
started； tugging her shorts so high she was in grave danger of causing some severe camel
toe。 ？And I？m really trying to be very Zen about this； but？？
？Whoare you？？Vanessa demanded。
？Who areyou ？？ the girl retorted bitchily。
？I？m hisgirlfriend ；？Vanessa replied。
Lycra Butt recoiled a little。
？Wait；？ Vanessa insisted。 ？What are youdoing ？？ She studied Dan critically。 His outfit was so
pletely ridiculous she could barely look at him。 She turned back to the girl。 ？You must be the
reason I never see Dan around the house any…more。？
？You guyslive together？？
The words from Dan？s poem flooded into Vanessa？s head：
Pure love。 Pure lust。 Trust trust。
Buddha was no Jesus。 Neither am I。
I？m just a guy。
？Who are these kids； anyway？？ Dan wondered aloud。
？We？re her