第6部分(第4/7 頁)

process。　Serena　dropped　the　suit　on　the　dressing　room　floor　and　grabbed　him　back。　For　once；　Nate

wasn？t　weeping　into　a　fistful　of　soggy　tissues。　She　wasn？t　about　to　miss　this　opportunity。

Nate　was　eternally　grateful　that　Serena　was　Serena　and　not　Blair。　Blair　would　have　wanted　to

dissect　his　behavior。　She　would　have　wanted　to　make　a　fuss　or　have　an　argument；　while　Serena

just　flicked　away　the　remains　of　her　camisole　and　helped　him　off　with　his　shirt。　？You　didn？t　tell

me　you　were　all　hot　and　bothered。？

Slightly。

Nate　grabbed　the　other　pristine　white　satin　Oscar　suits　off　their　hooks　and　scattered　them　at　their

feet。　？Remember　when　we　were　in　the　tub　at　my　house；　the　summer　before　tenth　grade？？　he　told

her　urgently；　pressing　his　lips　against　her　neck。

Serena　blushed　again。　How　could　she　forget？　It　had　been　their　third　time。　When　they　were　both

still　counting。

？Let？s　do　the　same　thing　again；？　Nate　practically　shouted。　？Pretend　all　these　white　dresses　are

the　bubbles！？

Whoa。　Who　ever　said　boys　lack　imagination？

？Yes！？

？Oh；　yes！？

？Found　something　you　like；　dear？？　Joan；　ever　the　helpful　Bergdorf　sales　matron；　poked　her　gray

head　through　the　opening　in　the　thick　velvet　curtain。　She　stared　at　the　confusion　of　tanned；

writhing　limbs　and　white　satin　on　the　floor　of　the　dressing　room　and　then　quickly　withdrew；

popping　a　few　blood　pressure　pills　before　attending　to　a　new　shipment　of　Missoni　sweaters。　That

sort　of　vulgar　behavior　was　pletely　unladylike　and　therefore　pletely　un…Bergdorf？s；　but

there　wasn？t　much　she　could　do。　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　had　opened　a　Bergdorf？s　charge

account　when　she　was　seven　and　had　been　a