sound of a snowplow driving by。 She looked up to watch the snow falling steadily through the
grimy living room window。
?Hey。 You want to try it?? Elise asked。
Jenny turned back to the book。 ?What??
?Kissing;? Elise answered in barely a whisper。
Your feelings are genuine and not to be ignored。
Yes; but Jenny didn?t really have any feelings for Elise。 She liked her and everything but she
wasn?tattracted to her。 Still; kissing a girl sounded exciting。 It was something she?d never done
before; and if it felt unfortable; she could always pretend to be kissing that tall blond boy
she?d spotted in Bendel?s。
She closed the book and folded her hands in her lap。 Her face was only inches away from
Elise?s。 ?Okay; let?s do it。? It was just an experiment; something new to try on a boring; snowy
night。
Elise leaned forward and put her hand on Jenny?s arm。 Then she closed her eyes and Jenny
closed hers; too。 Elise pressed her lips against Jenny?s tightly clenched mouth。 It wasn?t a kiss
exactly?it was toodry 。 It felt more like a nudge or something。
Elise pulled her head back and both girls opened their eyes。 ?It says in the book to relax and
enjoy yourself; especially when it?s your first time。?
What; had she; like; memorized the book?
Jenny pulled her curly brown hair up on top of her head and blew a big breath out through her
nose。 She didn?t know what she was so nervous about; but she would have preferred it if Elise had
still been wearing her pants。 ?Do you mind putting your jeans back on?? she asked。 ?I think I
could; you know; relax more if you were like; dressed。?
Elise hopped up and scooted into her jeans。 ?There; is that better?? she asked; leaving them
unbuttoned as she sat down on the sofa again。
?Okay。 Let?s try it again;? Jenny replied; revving herself up。 She closed her eyes and slid her
hands under Elise?s hair and around her neck; trying to be less of a prude about the whole thing。
After all; she was an artist; and artists did all sorts of crazy things。
the next keats meets his next muse
After the Better Than Naked fashion show; the candles lining the runway were removed and red
and blue strobe lights began to zoom against the black velvet walls。 DJ Sassy broke out the phat
French house beats; and the Harrison Street Club was transformed into a seventies European disco
full of half…naked ninety…pound models drinking Cristal champagne straight out of the bottle。
Dan stood alone by the bar; sipping his Red Bull?and…who…knew…what…else cocktail。 It tasted
exactly like baby aspirin and he was only drinking it because the bartender had promised him it