n other circles；
Chuck might have been banished as a slimeball of the highest
order； but these families had been friends for generations。 Chuck
was a Bass； and so they were stuck with him。 They had even gotten
used to his gold monogrammed pinky ring； his trademark navy blue
monogrammed cashmere scarf； and the copies of his headshot；
which littered his parent’s many houses and apartments and spilled
out of his locker at the Riverside Preparatory School for Boys。
“Don’t forget to use protection；” Chuck called； raising his glass at
Blair and Nate as they turned down the long； red…carpeted hallway
to Blair’s bedroom。
Blair grasped the glass doorknob and turned it； surprising her
Russian Blue cat； Kitty Minky； who was curled up on the red silk
bedspread。 Blair paused at the threshold and leaned back against
Nate； pressing her body into his。 She reached down to take his
hand。
At that moment； Nate’s hopes perked up。 Blair was acting sort of
sultry and sexy and could it be 。 。 。 something was about to
happen？
Blair squeezed Nate’s hand and pulled him into the room。 They
stumbled over each other； falling toward the bed； and spilling their
drinks on the mohair rug。 Blair giggled； the scotch she’d pounded
had gone right to her head。
I’m about to have sex with Nate； she thought giddily。 And then
they’d both graduate in June and go to Yale in the fall and have a
huge wedding four years later and find a beautiful apartment on
Park Avenue and decorate the whole thing in velvet； silk； and fur
and have sex in every room on a rotating basis。
Suddenly Blair’s mother’s voice rang out； loud and cle