迪文小说

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tentatively　to　check　if　the　ceiling　was　high　enough　for　him　to　jump　up　and　down　without　hitting

his　head。Then　he　started　bouncing　around　crazily。

？Stop！　Stop！？　Blair　shrieked。　She　stood　up　and　took　Nate？s　hands；　and　they　bounced　together

like　a　couple　of　demented；　overgrown　kids。

Then　Nate　stopped　bouncing；　suddenly　serious。　？So；　um；　does　this　mean　something？？

Blair　held　on　to　his　hands；　swinging　them　from　side　to　side。　？Mean　something？？　she　asked。　？As

in；　are　we　back　together？？

Nate　shrugged　his　shoulders。　？Yeah。？

Blair　blushed　again；　more　deeply　this　time。　？Well；　we　better　be；　because　I　love　you　too。？　Nate

grinned　and　took　a　bouncy　step　forward　so　that　his　chin　brushed　her　forehead。　Blair　tipped　her

head　back。　His　gold…flecked　green　eyes　sparkled。　And　then　he　kissed　her。

It　wasn？t　like　they　had　a　lot　more　to　say。

n　knows　a　desperate　housewife　when　he　sees　one

？Nate？　Naaa…te？　Whereare　you　hiding；　my　little　goose…berry？？

That　muffled；　far…off　cry　made　the　fine　sun…bleached　hairs　on　the　back　of　Nate　Archibald？s

tanned　neck　stand　straight　up。　He？d　purposely　chosen　the　dingy　but　deserted　attic　of　Coach

Michaels？s　house　for　a　quick　escape　from　yet　another　day　of　indentured　servitude　in　the

not…so…fashionable　part　of　Long　Island。

Escape；　of　course；　meaning　escape　to　stoned　land。　Inhale　THC；　exhale　CO2。

He　took　a　long　drag　from　the　freshly　rolled　joint　and　blew　a　plume　of　warm；　dry　smoke　out　the

small　half…window；　straining　to　hear　where　the　voice　was　ing　from。　The　voice　in　question

belonged　to　Patricia；　also　known　as　？Babs；？　Coach　Michaels？s　ever…present　and　usually

sun…bathing…topless…by…the…pool　wife。　Nate　had　been　working　at　the　Michaelses？　Hampton　Bays

house　since　graduation？or　in　his　case；　semigraduation；　since　he　hadn？t　yet　received　his　diploma；

due　to　a　now…infamous　Viagra…stealing　incident。　And　while　Babs　had　always　been

friendly？bringing　him　tall　glasses　of　lemon…infused　ice　tea　as　he　guided　the　lawnmower　over

Coach？s　beloved　lawn；　urging　him　to　eat　a　slice　of　buttery　cinnamon　toast　when　he　showed　up　in

the　morning；　bleary…eyed　and　ready　for　work？for　the　past　two　days　she？d　been　。　。　。　well；extra

friendly。　He　might　have　been　stoned　most　of　the　time；　but　he　was　with　it　enough　to　notice　that

Babs　Michaelsdefinitely　had　a　thing　for　him。

Doesn？t　everyone？

Nate　paused　and　focused　all　his　energy　on　listening　to　the　quiet　house；　but　the　only　noise　he

heard　was　the　pounding　of　his　stoned；　nervous　heart。　He　brought　the　joint　back　up　to　his　lips　and

paused？maybe　the　pot　was　making　him　paranoid；　but　he　thought　he　heard　something。　It　sounded

like　footsteps　ing　closer。

Shit！Nate　hastily　stubbed　the　joint　out　on　the　rough　wooden　windowsill；　sending　a　shower　of

sparks　onto　the　floor。　Great？not　only　was　he　about　to　get　caught　smoking　a　joint　on　the　job；　he　was

going　to　burn　the　fucking　house　down　in　the　process。　He　tucked　the　roach　into　his　pocket？　no

sense　wasting　it？and　frantically　fanned　the　smoke　out　the　open　window。

？Are　you　up　here；　Nate？？　Babs？s　voice　boomed　from　the　bottom　of　the　attic　stairwell。　？Do　I