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Nate smiled。
After the forehead wrinkle; trying to remember how Jennifer was on Saturday;
but just what came to mind was a jumble of brown curls; the neckline estupenso and his shy
smile。
He took a few drinks of Coca; the semicerrando look beautiful green and thinking hard。
What actually happened very rarely。
It was weird; but Nate never really sat down and pared the two girls。
He loved to
Jennifer … it was less demanding than Blair and a half that left with their own thoughts;
while Blair always wanted to know in what he was thinking or where he went and with whom。
Jenny did not pressure the way Blair did; like forcing him to apply for Yale so that they
could live together near the campus or give him expensive gifts so that he felt obliged to
reciprocate the gesture and buy something for it; too。
And Jenny had those incredible
breasts; while the Blair were only half there。
Were legal; but not spectacular。
Despite the defects of Blair; however; he always felt that the two actually knew … afianl;
they were reared together。
And throughout the time girlfriend; he felt that was going toward
something。
There was a destination; as the red pin that he thrust in nautical charts when it
was in his boat in the port from somewhere。
The destination was in part sexual … they did
everything; but this was the obvious next step。
The life of the two was in the same rhythm;
separately; but together; as the floats of a Hobie Cat The two had 17 years。
The two would
be formed in June。
The two went to college next year。
He and Jennifer were in totally different rhythms and unfortunately the sex was not even on
the horizon。
She was 14。
Next year; and for two years after that; she would wear the uniform
and would go to the Constance Billard every day; while he was in college doing God knows
what。
Most people would be disconcerted by the difference in age; but Nate thought it means
reassuring。
While he was adrift in uncharted waters of the future; Jenny would be anchored
securely at home。