to see her；” Dan said； surprised at how much information he was volunteering。
Jerry Two nodded thoughtfully。 “When I was your age； I was already married。 My wife’s name is Joan； and she’s just as pretty and smart as the first time I laid eyes on her。 When you find a lady like that； you don’t let her go； you know what I mean？”
“Yes；” Dan mumbled； already antsy to get back to the city。 The stretch of highway was practically empty and surrounded on both sides with fields of cows。 He wanted to crawl next to Vanessa and feel her body next to his。 A poem was forming in his head； and Dan’s fingers were itching to write it down。 He pulled his notebook from his duffel and grabbed an ancient Sharpie rolling on the rubber floor mat of the truck。 Uncapping the marker； he quickly wrote。
Dreaming in Technicolor black and white。
I’m no Technicolor prince； no black…and…white tragedy
What you see
Will be us； you me。
Dan grinned。 It was so obvious。 He didn’t need a retreat； what he needed was Vanessa。 And he couldn’t wait to have a sex…and…poetry fest as soon as he got home。 He leaned back。 The vinyl seat squeaked； making a farting noise。
“You let one rip？ Good！ I will too！” Jerry Two said。 A loud noise emanated from the driver’s seat。 Dan wrinkled his nose。 It was going to be a longer drive than he thought。
What some people will do for love！
nothing can ever go wrong at tiffany… right？
Blair leaned back against the Frette pillowcases of Serena’s canopy bed。 She’d always felt like Serena’s house was her second home—or third home； once she and Nate started dating sophomore year—and had been more than happy to spend the day relaxing and watching endless hours of crappy MTV while Serena was at a shoot for Tea at th