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<br/> Josef, Sven, Ulrich, and Gan all live in Amsterdam.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Amsterdam was supposed to be a really cool city. Serena looked across the table at the four boys. 
<br/> They were all equally hot, blond, and athletic. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?In the gay student housing,? Jan added. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Oh,? Serena replied, forcing herself to smile. 
<br/> 
<br/> Better luck next time. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Would y&#39;all like anything else?? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;ll just have another Coke, please,? Nate told the cute, Ugg-wearing cocktail waitress after 
<br/> Chuck had ordered another three pitchers of Sun Valley ale for the table. Georgie had already 
<br/> drunk an entire pitcher on her own. He would probably have to carry her home. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I can&#39;t believe I made it all the way down a double black diamond without falling,? Blair gushed 
<br/> for the forty-fifth time. She sipped her beer delicately and grinned at Erik. ?You&#39;re a much better 
<br/> teacher than any of those ski instructor guys.? 
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<br/> The truth was, she&#39;d slid sideways down almost the entire run, screaming the whole way, but at 
<br/> least she&#39;d managed to keep her bare cleavage free of snow. That was the important part. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?You just kept getting better and better,? Erik replied. She had buttoned her cashmere cardigan 
<br/> over her bikini top but her jeans were low slung, and with the way she was sitting up straight and 
<br/> sort of leaning into the table, he could see the top of her ass. It was nice. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I&#39;ll bet you a hundred bucks I can chug my beer faster than you can chug yours,? Georgie dared 
<br/> Serena. 
<br/> 
<br/> Now that there was no one to flirt with, Serena was happy to have something to do. She pulled 
<br/> her long, ski-wild blond hair back behind her and tied it in a knot. Then she picked up her glass. 
<br/> The rest of the table watched in gleeful anticipation. 
<br/> 
<br/> Well,most of the rest of the table. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate crunched an ice cube between his teeth. He could just imagine where this was going. Both 
<br/> girls were going to get completely wasted, throwing up all over everybody, and then they&#39;d be out 
<br/> of commission with hangovers for the next couple of days. His sexy lips drooped forlornly over 
<br/> the rim of his Coke glass. No more skiing. No more fun. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Show her how it&#39;s done, Georgie!? Chuck goaded them on. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Oh yeah?? Serena lifted her glass to her lips. Then she noticed Nate shaking his head, and she 
<br/> moved it away again. ?What am I doing? You&#39;re, like, bred for this. Your whole family is full of 
<br/> famous alcoholics.? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Thanks a lot!? Georgie cried. She nudged Serena with a bony elbow. ?Go on, drink!? 
<br/> 
<br/> Serena set the glass down. ?It&#39;s not worth it. If I chugged this I&#39;d puke all over the table. And 
<br/> you&#39;d totally beat me, anyway.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Georgie shrugged, then threw her head back and downed the whole pint of beer in one go. ?Fuck 
<br/> you, I won,? she burped when she was done. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Good for you,? Nate breathed. Everyone turned to look at him. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Natie&#39;s just mad because we haven&#39;t had a chance to do it yet,? Georgie crowed. ?I&#39;m always too 
<br/> fucked up!? 
<br/> 
<br/> There was an awkward silence. It was hard to know how to respond to that. 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair looked at her watch. ?Maybe we should get back to the lodge so we can have a sauna 
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<br/> before dinner.? She wasn&#39;t sure if the sauna in the lodge was coed or not, but the idea of being in a 
<br/> hot, steamy room with Erik, dressed only in towels, was very appealing. He could rub her back 
<br/> with lavender-scented oil and? 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Yeah, my quads are in pretty rough shape,? Nate agreed, rubbing his thighs. He glanced 
<br/> miserably at Georgie. ?I could really use a soak in the tub.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Georgie clapped her hands together, her eyes shining giddily. ?Let&#39;sall go back to my place and 
<br/> get in the tub!? She was so hyper all the time, Nate wondered if the rehab clinic had her on some 
<br/> kind of antidepressant or something he didn&#39;t know about. All he knew was that the beer didn&#39;t 
<br/> seem to slow her down. 
<br/> 
<br/> Chuck was already zipping up his coat in preparation to leave. ?I&#39;ll make everyone my famous 
<br/> peach schnapps cocktail!? He lifted up his shirt and batted his eyelashes. ?Chucky&#39;s Fuzzy Navel.?
<br/> 
<br/> Sounds delicious. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate still hadn&#39;t figured out why Chuck seemed to be living at Georgie&#39;s house when he had a 
<br/> perfectly good hotel suite at the Christiana, the luxury hotel in town where his parents were 
<br/> staying. 
<br/> 
<br/> The piano player began to play an old Billy Joel song, and the lights dimmed. Happy hour was 
<br/> over. Serena could kind of tell by the look on Nate&#39;s face?and Georgie&#39;s comment?that he and his 
<br/> girlfriend needed some time alone. She pushed her chair back and pulled her sweater on over her 
<br/> head. ?It sounds tempting, but we actually have to get back. I told Mom we&#39;d meet her and Dad 
<br/> for dinner at the lodge at seven-thirty. We need to take showers and stuff.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Georgie&#39;s face fell. ?Oh, come on. Can&#39;t you just call your parents and tell them you&#39;re busy?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Easy for her to say. She basically didn&#39;t have any parents. 
<br/> 
<br/> Serena glanced at Erik, and they did that wordless communication thing that only close siblings 
<br/> can do. ?Sorry,? she said firmly. 
<br/> 
<br/> Nate didn&#39;t know how he&#39;d wound up with a senseless girl like Georgie when his former 
<br/> girlfriend and best friend-who-happened-to-be-a-girl seemed like the most sensible girls alive. 
<br/> 
<br/> Georgie got up and then sat down in Nate&#39;s lap, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. 
<br/> Her dark silky hair smelled like beer and cloves. ?We&#39;ll just have to party without you, then.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair smirked. ?Too bad.? Her smirk morphed into a winning smile. ?Should we go then?? she 
<br/> asked Erik. ?I&#39;m starving!? 
<br/> 
<br/> Chuck sat down primly on Georgie&#39;s knees, wriggling his bottom back and forth. Then six of the 
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<br/> Dutch snowboarders got up and piled into Chuck&#39;s lap, squashing Nate completely. All except Jan, 
<br/> who was watching Serena get ready to go with a droopy, abandoned-puppy look on his handsome 
<br/> face. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Enjoy your dinner,? Chuck called out. ?We&#39;ll just have a manwich!? 
<br/> 
<br/> Blair and Erik hastily collected their gloves and sunglasses and headed for the door. Serena 
<br/> tucked her hat under her arm, following close behind. Then she heard Georgie let out a shriek, and 
<br/> she turned around. The entire group had fallen off the chair and collapsed in a giggling heap on the 
<br/> floor. Jan had jumped on top of them, and even Nate seemed to be smiling despite himself. 
<br/> 
<br/> Serena looked on longingly. She had always been right there at the center of all the fun, but now 
<br/> she was stuck with Blair and Erik, who were so entranced by each other, they barely 
<br/> acknowledged her existence. Still, her parents would be waiting. She couldn&#39;t exactly blow them 
<br/> off and sabotage the rest of her vacation. She turned for the exit again. There were five more days 
<br/> of vacation left, and she was resolved to have a good time no matter what. Wasn&#39;t that what she&#39;d 
<br/> always been known for? 
<br/> 
<br/> Well, yes, among other things. 
<br/> 
<br/> Just when you think you know someone ? 
<br/> 
<br/> Leo dried the last bowl and set it on the dish rack to dry. ?I have to go.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Jenny put down the brownie she&#39;d been munching on. They&#39;d baked twenty, and there were only 
<br/> twelve left. She licked the crumbs off her fingers and gazed up at Leo with her long-lashed brown 
<br/> eyes. She was tired of guessing. She wanted to know the truth. ?Where?? 
<br/> 
<br/> Leo leaned against the cracked yellow linoleum kitchen counter and fiddled with the buttons on 
<br/> the dishwasher. Marx, the Humphreys&#39; fat black cat, was splayed out on the grubby kitchen floor, 
<br/> asleep. Leo cleared his throat, and Marx flapped his tail up and down in annoyance. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I have errands to do,? he told her vaguely. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Well, can I come?? 
<br/> 
<br/> He kicked his feet around and blew out of the side of his mouth. ?It&#39;s really not very interesting.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Jenny wasn&#39;t convinced. ?You&#39;re not, like, hiding something from me, are you?? 
<br/> 
<br/> He laughed. ?Like what? I&#39;m really Spider-Man?? 
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<br/> Jenny&#39;s face turned red. She walked over to the fridge, opened the door, then let it slam shut 
<br/> again. ?I don&#39;t know. 
<br/> 
<br/> I just think it&#39;s weird, the way you&#39;re always busy doing stuff and you never talk about it.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Leo put his hands in his pockets. His light blond hair looked transparent under the glare of the 
<br/> harsh kitchen light. ?If you really want to come, you can come.? 
<br/> 
<br/> Jenny tried to keep her face calm. This was it. She was going to find out all the secrets that lay 
<br/> behind Leo, mystery boy and megazillionaire. ?Okay.? 
<br/> 
<br/> They took the Ninety-sixth Street bus across town and then walked down Park toward the 
<br/> building on Seventieth Street. The avenue felt deserted in the dark, with everyone away on 
<br/> vacation. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?It&#39;s just a couple more blocks,? Leo told her. Jenny&#39;s whole body tingled with anticipation. 
<br/> 
<br/> When they reached the building with the green awning, the door man tipped his hat to Leo. Then 
<br/> they rode the elevator straight up to the penthouse. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?Whoa,? Jenny gasped, when the elevator doors opened up onto the parlor. The room was done 
<br/> in black and white and gold. A round gilt table stood in the middle of the black-and-white marble 
<br/> floor, with a giant white vase in the shape of a swan on it, filled with black roses. To the left was a 
<br/> sort of gold-painted railing and stairs down to a room so big, it could only be a ballroom. 
<br/> 
<br/> ?I know. It&#39;s kind of insane,? Leo agreed. ?H