Mystery downed the dregs of Rusty？s martini and gazed exhaustedly at Dan with droopy gray
eyes。 ？Every time Rusty mentions your name I feel the heat creep up my thighs；？ she confessed
throatily。 ？I？ve been drowning in desire all week； but I managed to channel that animal energy
into my book。？ She giggled。 Her teeth looked like they？d been colored in with a yellow
crayon。 ？Parts of it are totally X…rated。？
Pauper turns prince。 To coin a phrase； I？m crowning。
Dan reached for a cucumber sandwich and shoved it in his mouth； chewing it violently without
even tasting it。 He was supposed to go home and write his memoir。 He was supposed to have a
girlfriend。 He was supposed to be freaked out by this decidedly insane； yellow…toothed； horny
chick。 But the truth was； he was horny； too。 He？d lost his virginity twice already； and he couldn？t
wait to lose it again and again。
？e on；？ Mystery beckoned； holding out her yellow…nailed hand。 ？We can get a room and put
it on Rusty？s tab。？
Dan picked up his observation book and followed her to the front desk。 Poetry be damned。 He
couldn？t resist following this story line to the next chapter。
lis for love
Jenny couldn？t be sure that the L who？d sent her a note on Valentine？s Day was actually the boy
from Bendel？s。 He could？ve been a total nerd or even a gross； perverted old man； but secretly she
was already in love with him。 She felt like a girl in a fairy tale in love with a man in a mask； and
she was determined to ride the Seventy…ninth Street crosstown bus until she met him face…to…face。
Monday and Tuesday she rode the bus alone until 7P。M。 with no luck。 On Wednesday after school
Elise came