gossip girl 9 英文-第12部分

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？Namaste！？　the　rest　of　the　class　replied；　bowing　back。　

Well；　most　of　the　class。　

？Let？s　begin　with　partner　poses。？　He　motioned　for　every…one　to　pair　up。　？Prepare　for　shoulder　
stand。　Begin　with　downward…facing　dog　and　tripod　pose；　if　you　wish。？　

？Ready？？　Bree　whispered。　She　had　a　thumbnail…sized　birthmark　the　shape　of　Texas　near　her　belly　
button。　

Bree　bent　over　and　placed　her　palms　on　the　floor　in　front　of　her　and　then　waggled　her　butt　as　if　in　
preparation　for　take…off。　Dan　looked　around；　alarmed；　but　everyone　else　was　doing　the　same　thing。　
Their　partners　were　even　gently　holding　their　hips。　Dan　tentatively　touched　Bree　on　the　waist　and　
she　brought　her　right　knee　to　her　right　elbow　and　then　did　the　same　with　her　left。　

？Hold　me　steady；？　she　told　him。　Dan　crouched　next　to　Bree；　his　hands　circling　her　taut　middle　as　
she　brought　her　long；　toned　legs　straight　up　and　smiled　at　him　from　upside…down。　？I　think　I　have　it　
now。？　

？Oh；　okay；？　Dan　said；　backing　away。　But　as　he　went　to　stand　up；　he　realized　that　his　boxers　were　
totally　gaping　in　front　and　his　？friend？　was　totally　exposed　。　。　。　and　totally　excited。　Oh；　God。　He　
stayed　in　a　half…crouch；　desperately　trying　to　picture　Aunt　Sophia？s　cruddy　teeth　again。　

？Young　man。？　The　scary　naked　yoga　master　pointed　at　Dan。　

Me？Dan　pointed　at　himself；　still　half…crouching。　Everyone　in　the　class　turned　to　look　at　him。　

？Yes；　you。　e；　my　son；？　the　teacher　said；　beckoning　to　Dan　with　his　long；　skinny　fingers。　

？Go　up　there；？　Bree　whispered　from　upside…down。　？This　is　such　an　honor；　I　can？t　believe　it？on　
your　first　time；　too。？　


Dan　walked　across　the　wooden　floor　trying　to　look　casual；　desperately　cupping　his　crotch　with　
his　hands。　He　reached　the　foot　of　the　platform　and　the　teacher　smiled　down　at　him　placidly。　

？e；　my　son；？　the　teacher　said。　？You？ll　work　with　me　today。　It？s　your　first　time；　right？？　

Dan　nodded　nervously。　His　whole　body　trembled　as　he　stepped　onto　the　platform。　The　yogi　
reached　down　and　placed　his　worn　palms　on　the　floor；　giving　Dan　a　terrible　close　up　of　his　
elephant…skin…wrinkled　ass。　Everyone　in　class　followed　suit；　and　for　a　brief　second　Dan　got　a　
surreal　glimpse　of　Bree？s　bare　breasts　upside　down　from　between　her　wide…spread　legs。　His　
reverie　was　interrupted　as　the　teacher　grabbed　him　from　behind；　pressing　his　bare　stomach　into　
Dan？s　skinny　bare　back；　and　gently　guided　his　head　down；　so　that　all　Dan　could　see　were　his　own　
legs　and　the　skinny　legs　of　the　naked　guy　straddling　him。　Dan　had　never　been　intimate　with　an　
older　person　before；　let　alone　an　old　Indian　yoga　geezer。　

But　when　a　guy　wants　a　girl；　he　has　no　shame。　

n　goes　native　

？I　know　a　great　place　where　we　can　go　after　this；？　Tawny　announced。　She　licked　her　thumb　and　
stuck　it　into　the　greasy　basket　of　popcorn　shrimp　to　pick　up　some　fried　crumbs。　

Nate　took　a　last　swig　from　his　limey　Corona　and　nodded。　？Fine　by　me。？　

Crammed　into　a　tiny　table　by　the　Oyster　Shack？s　greasy　windows；　they　ate　with　their　fingers；　
sipped　beer；　and　talked？　well；　Tawny　did　most　of　the　talking。　About　how　she　was　learning　to　surf。　
About　how　her　dad　used　to　be　a　fire　chief　but　had　gotten　hurt　falling　off　a　ladder　and　retired。　
About　how　she？d　been　to　Disney　World　four　times。　About　how　her　hair　was　naturally　curly；　but　
people　always　thought　she　had　a　perm。　About　how　excited　she　was　to　finally　graduate　next　year。　

Nate　barely　listened　to　what　she　said：　she　was　sexy　as　hell；　and　he　enjoyed　simply　looking　at　her。　
There　weren？t　many　girls　like　Tawny　on　the　Upper　East　Side：　full；　blond；　wavy　hair　spilling　over　
caramel；　freckled　shoulders；　pink　lips　that　tasted　like　cherry　ChapStick；　long…lashed　bright　blue　
eyes；　and　slender；　tanned　fingers　covered　with　silver　rings。　

Blair　was　always　quizzing　him　on　his　favorite　song；　his　first　memory；　what　he　wanted　to　do　when　
he　grew　up。　She　said　she　just　wanted　to　get　to　know　him；　but　it　always　felt　like　a　test　he　was　
failing。　Tawny　seemed　happy　just　to　let　Nate　be　who　he　was。　

A　hot；　arrogant　pothead？　

When　dinner　was　over；　Tawny　perched　on　the　handlebars　of　his　bike　and　shouted　directions　to　


Nate。　She　threw　her　head　back　and　her　long　wavy　hair　tickled　his　nose。　

？Slow　down！　No；　speed　up！？　she　shrieked。　

？Where　are　you　taking　me？？　Nate　shouted　as　they　bumped　over　tree　roots　and　rocks。　

Tawny　glanced　over　her　shoulder　at　him。　？You？ll　see。。。。　Hey；　stop！　Let　me　off。？　

Nate　skidded　to　a　stop　and　Tawny　hopped　onto　the　ground。　Her　lavender…colored　hot　pants　had　
ridden　up；　giving　him　a　great　view　of　her　tan；　surf…toned　ass　cheeks。　Shit；　was　she　foxy！　？That　was　
fun；？　she　laughed；　crashing　through　some　low　bushes　toward　the　beach。　？Ditch　the　bike。　It？ll　be　
safe　there。？　

Nate　leaned　his　bike　against　a　nearby　tree。　The　late　afternoon　sunlight　filtered　through　the　boughs　
overhead；　but　it　was　cool　and　very　still　in　the　woods。　

Following　Tawny；　Nate　thought　about　how　weird　it　was　that　he？d　only　been　out　of　school　for　a　
couple　of　weeks　and　yet　his　entire　life　had　pletely　changed。　He　was　working　construction　and　
dating　a　hot　Hamptons　chick。　Well；　why　not？　If　Blair　could　change　everything？she　was　getting　
married；　for　Christ？s　sake？why　couldn？t　he？　It　was　easier　to　be　with　Tawny　than　it　was　to　be　with　
any　other　girl　he？d　ever　known；　she　wasn？t　demanding　and　self…absorbed　like　Blair；　she　wasn？t　
na？ve　and　needy　like　Jenny；　she　wasn？t　unpredictable　and　inattentive　like　Serena。　She　just　。。。　was。　

Classic　stoner　logic。　

？e　on；？　Tawny　urged；　backtracking　to　grab　his　hand　and　pull　him　through　the　bushes。　

She　led　him　into　a　sun…dappled　clearing　where　two　massive　trees　had　fallen　on　top　of　one　another；　
creating　natural　benches　that　were　obviously　popular　with　the　locals；　since　the　forest　floor　was　
littered　with　old　beer　bottles　and　cigarette　butts。　Three　guys　hunkered　on　one　of　the　felled　logs；　
passing　a　joint　between　them。　Behind　them；　through　the　trees；　the　blue…black　water　of　the　sound　
glinted　and　swelled。　

？Hey　guys！？Tawny　cried。　

Three　heads　swiveled　in　their　direction。　With　their　baggy　jeans　and　plucked　eyebrows；　gelled　hair；　
and　dorky　striped　button…downs；　these　were　the　kind　of　guys　Nate　and　his　friends　would　have　
scoffed　at　if　they？d　ever　e　across　them　in　the　city。　They　were　the　kind　of　guys　who　got　into　
fights　with　bouncers　and　wore　gallons　of　cheesy　drug…store　cologne。　And　they　were　also；　
apparently；Tawny？s　friends。　

　？Nate；these　are　Greg；Tony；and　Vince。？　

？What？s　up？？　Nate　asked；　nodding　uneasily　in　their　direction。　


Tawny　clambered　over　the　trunk　and　took　a　seat　next　to　Greg；　a　deeply　tanned　guy　cupping　a　
joint　in　his　palm　and　jutting　his　chest　out　into　the　air　territorially　in　a　way　that　reminded　Nate　of　a　
bulldog。　

？We？ve　got　some　herb；　bro；？　announced　Vince；　who　appeared　to　be　Greg？s　twin。　？Have　a　seat。？　

Nate？s　ears　pricked　up　at　this　offer。　He　hated　being　called　？bro？　by　guys　he　didn？t　even　know；　
and　he　hated　guys　who　pretended　to　be　cool　when　they　were　really　losers；　but　he　had　to　admit　a　
smoke？even　with　these　dorks？sounded　like　his　kind　of　dessert。　

Tawny　took　a　hit　and　handed　over　the　slightly　damp　roach。　Nate　inhaled　greedily。　

？Good　stuff；　right？？　the　guy　called　Greg　asked　gruffly。　？I　got　it　off　my　regular　guy。　He？s　always　
busiest　in　the　summer；　you　know；　but　he　saves　the　best　shit　for　loyal　year…round　cus…tomers　like　
me。？　

It　wasn？t　great　stuff？the　Hawaiian　stash　Nate　had　stored　back　in　his　bedroom　was　much　
better？but　he　couldn？t　plain。　

？Fucking　city　kids；？　growled　Vince；　taking　the　joint　from　Nate。　？They　always　fuck　everything　up　
during　the　summer。　Fucking　traffic。　Fucking　clubs。　Fucking　pain　in　the　ass。？　

　Eloquently　put。　

？Summer　crowds；　man；？　mumbled　Tony；　who　hadn？t　yet　spoken。　He　was　glaring　at　Nate；　
studying　him　suspiciously　from　under　the　perfectly　creased　bill　of　his　Coney　Island　Cyclones　
baseball　cap。　

Nate　was　zoning　out　as　usual；　the　way　he　liked　to　when　he　was　smoking　herb；　but　he　heard　what　
the　guys　were　saying。　Loud　and　clear。　

？Totally。？　Tawny　yawned；　lazily　resting　her　blond；　curly…haired　head　on　Nate？s　shoulder。　

Nate　glanced　down　at　his　tattered　work　outfit。　It　was　pretty　clear　Tawny　disliked　the　wealthy　
crowd　that　flooded　the　Hamptons　every　summer；　and　Nate　was　definitely　part　of　that　crowd。　With　
his　workingman？s　tan　and　ragged　clothes；　she？d　probably　taken　him　for　the　kind　of　guy　who　had　
to　spend　his　summerearning　his　money；　presumably　to　pay　his　way　through　Yale　in　the　fall。　He　felt　
a　stab　of　guilt。　He　hadn？t　exactly　been　honest　with　her。　

Old　habits　die　hard。　？Same　old　story　every　year；？　Tony　continued。　？Why　don？t　they　find　
someplace　else　to　go；　like　France　or　some　shit？？　？They？re　not　so　bad；？　Nate　ventured。　？I　mean；　
I？m　kind　of　from　the　city？？　？Youare　？？　Tawny　demanded；　lifting　her　head。　She　narrowed　her　
normally　wide　blue　eyes。　？You　never　said　anything。？　


？You　never　asked；？　Nate　pointed　out。　There　were　murmurs　from　the　other　guys。　Vince　spat　into　
the　sand。　Out　on　the　water；　a　fishing　boat　flashed　its　lights。　

？I　knew　it；？　Tony　said；　spitting　on　the　ground。　？I　could　just　smell　it　on　you。？　

？But　I　mean；　it？s　no　big　deal。？　Nate　shook　his　head。　？I　mean　。　。　。　I？m　not　like　a　lot　of　those　kids。？　

？Well；　I　guess　。　。　。？　Tawny　sank　back　into　him；　rubbing　the　side　of　her　face　against　his　
work…strong　chest。　？Maybe　you？ll　take　me　back　to　the　city　some　time？？　

？Sure；　sure。？　Nate　wrapped　his　tanned　arm　around　her　waist。　？That？d　be　fun。？　

As　long　as　he　keeps　her　away　from　Blair　Not…so…good…with…jealousy　Waldorf。　

e　up　and　see　me　sometime　

The　evening　after　their　study　session　and　another　disheart…ening　day　of　rehearsal；　Serena　sat　in　
the　backseat　of　a　taxi　on　her　way　back　to　the　Chelsea　Hotel。　But　this　time；　she　had　something　to　
look　forward　to。　She　checked　the　text　messages　on　her　phone　again；　mostly　because　she　wanted　to　
reread　the　note　from　Thaddeus。　

e　down　and　see　me。　I　miss　you。　xx　

Serena　had　been　starting　to　doubt　herself　after　all　the　insults　from　Ken　Mogul；　but　here　it　was：　
incontrovertible；　digital　proof　that　she；　Serena　van　der　Woodsen；　still　had　it。　

The　taxi　made　a　wide　turn　onto　Twenty…third　Street　and　Serena　felt　her　heart　start　to　pound　a　little　
faster？in　just　a　few　minutes　she？d　be　at　the　hotel。　She？d　been　with　handsome　guys　before；　but　
she？d　never　fallen　for　anyone　quite　like　Thaddeus。　Of　course　he　was　gorgeous；　but　there　was　
something　else　about　him。　Serena　felt　like　they　could　be　more　than　costars；　more　than　lovers？they　
could　be　best　friends；　too。　

Not　that　she　needed　a　new　best　friend。　Or　did　she？　She　could　never　remember。　

When　they　reached　the　Chelsea　at　last；　she　stuffed　a　twenty…dollar　bill　into　the　driver？s　hand；　
burst　from　the　back…seat；　and　dashed　into　the　lobby　of　the　hotel。　Even　though　filming　had　begun　at　
Barneys；　Ken　had　said　she　needed　as　much　off…set　practice　as　she　could　get。　The　familiar　dark　
hallways　lined　with　famous　paintings　gave　Serena　a　sinking　feeling　in　the　pit　of　her　stomach；　but　
she　tried　to　forget　about　all　the　negative　things　that　Ken　had　yelled　at　her　in　the　building　and　focus　
on　what　was　about　to　happen：　she　was　about　to　get　togeth