stbitten inside her
totally…wrong…for…the…weather Les Best Mary Janes。 Why did Aaron always have to act so
infuriatingly superior？ ？First of all； I could be meeting someone else。 Second of all； what do you
care anyway？ And third of all； if it is him； sowhat ？？ She flung her hand in the air and waved it
impatiently。 It was only nine。 Where the hell were all the fucking cabs？
Aaron shrugged。 ？I don？t know。 I？m just guessing he？s like some big investment banker who
gives lots of cash to Yale； and you？re flirting with him or whatever because you want to get in so
badly。 Which is pretty lame if you ask me。？
？Actually； I didn？t ask；？ Blair snapped back。 ？But maybe Ishould listen to Mr。
Accepted…Early…At…Harvard…Even…Though…All…I…Do…Is…Sit…Around…In…My…Underwear…Drinking…B
eer…And…Pretending…I…Play…In…A…Really…Cool…Band…Which…Actually…Sucks； since you obviously
know everything。？ A taxi screeched to a stop at the corner of Forty…third Street to let someone out。
Blair made a dash for it。 ？Don？t fucking make judgments about something
you know nothing about！？ she shouted at Aaron； before jumping
into the cab and pulling the door shut。
Aaron shivered in his thin cotton jacket and hunched his shoulders into the bitter wind as he
walked east on Forty…second Street to Grand Central Station。 It would be good to just hang with
the guys for a change。 Women were a monumental pain in his vegan ass。
But we？re oh； so worth it？right？
way better than naked
Dan tried not to stare at the models as they came out onto the runway during the Better Than
Naked show wearing only pleated brown corduroy miniskirts with no tops on at all。 Their skirts
w