picture herself wrapped in a downy white spa robe; her face lathered in green clay masque; her
feet and hands stuck with acupuncture needles; sipping detoxifying herbal tea as she lounged on a
daybed chatting to an attentive counselor in a white linen tunic。
?If you could be any sort of animal; what would you be?? the counselor would ask her。 Nothing
too challenging。
Rehab。 Why hadn?t she thought of it before? Sure; there might be a little therapy involved; but
she?d never had a problem talking about herself。 And best of all;Nate would be there ?the two of
them alone together; away from the city and all its messy baggage。 She?d always dreamed of
spending a weekend with Nate at a romantic bed…and…breakfast on the Cape or in the Hamptons。 A
rehab clinic in Greenwich; Connecticut; would be almost as good。 Sure; she?d thought she?d
wanted to erase Nate?s arrogant; cheating presence from her life entirely; but Nate sounded like he
was turning over a new leaf; which was exactly what she was trying to do!
?So how do you get into rehab anyway? Can you just sign up; or do you have to be sent there by
somebody?? Blair asked。 She glanced at herself in the mirror on the back of her closet door。 With
her hacked…off hair and pasty face; she looked enough like a heroin addict that they were sure to
admit her。
?I think you can sign yourself in; but who?d be crazy enough to do that?? Nate asked。
Blair smiled。She would。 ?So do you want to get together tomorrow night or something?? she
asked。 ?I know I act like a bitch sometimes; Nate; but I always wind up missing you。?
?Sorry。 I have to be at Breakaway for group;? Nate responded。 He hadn?t seen Georgie since the
night of the snowstorm and Jackie had promised Georgie would be returning to group
tomorrow。 ?I take the train; so I don?t get home until pretty late。?
?All right。 But let?s get together sometime soon; okay?? Blair said。 ?You know you love me;?
she added in a seductive whisper and hung up。
Hopping off her bed with newfound energy; she removed the Pucci scarf from her head and
messed up what little hair she had left with a dime…sized squirt of Bed Head texturizing hair gel。
Then she opened her bedroom door for the first time all week。 ?Mom!? she shouted down the
hall。 ?e quick。 I need your help with something!?
What better way for the leading lady to make a eback than to emerge from rehab; refreshed
and rejuvenated; with her handsome leading man at her side?
sex poems are full of lies
?So 。 。 。 ;? Vanessa said; bouncing her knee against Dan?s thigh as they lay naked on their backs;
contemplating his cracked bedroom ceiling in a postcoital daze。 ?What did you think??
Vanessa had already tried sex a couple of times before with her ex…boyfriend Clark; an older
bartender she?d gotten together with briefly i