669小说网

第14部分（第2页）

shame　not　something　while　filming　was　in　the　street。　Snowy　had　the　night　before　and　the

paths　of　the　park　were　frozen　and　slippery。　The　path　of　the　frozen　lake；　Vanessa　wanted　to

put　the　new　Victorias　Secret　underwear　in　the　bag　instead　be　using　the　clothes　underneath。

The　rent　seemed　cold　skin　and　was　scratching　everywhere　wrong。

After　the　lake　had　a　huge　oak；　the　branches　fall　with　pendants　of　ice。　Vanessa　picked　up　the

camera　in　the　box。　I　could　film　the　pendants　and　use　them　in　the　opening　credits　of　the　film

essay　about　New　York。　What　nice　way　to　introduce　the　film。　For　a　moment；　people　think　that

had　been　run　in　a　serene　rural　area。　Then　it　cut　to　something　distinctly　urban；　and　shippers

of　beef　carcasses　bloody　landing　on　West　Street。

She　lost　time　with　the　lens；　trying　to　close　one　of　the　pendants　and　then　back　to　an

overview。　Seemed　a　little　National　Geographic　do　it　otherwise。　Dan　always　said　that　she

needed　to　take　more　action　in　films；　but　insisted　that　Vanessa　movie　was　exactly　as　poetry。

Nothing　had　to　happen　necessarily；　just　had　to　feel　something。

And　while　Vanessa　was　standing　in　the　snow　on　the　shores　of　the　frozen　lake；　trying　to

capture　the　beauty　of　the　perfect　moment　and　pendants　of　ice；　she　finally　felt　one　thing：　a

black　thong　ass　in　the　freezing　of　ine。

That　afternoon；　Nate　had　led　Jenny　to　see　the　matinee　of　The　nutcracker　at　Lincoln　Center。

It　was　exactly　as　Nate　remember；　with　the　huge　Christmas　tree　and　the　amazing　size　fighting

in　mice。　Jenny　was　sitting　amazed；　fascinated　by　the　music；　the　scenery；　costumes　and

dancers　…　especially　the　Fairy　Sugar。　The　heart　of　it　was　about　to　explode　in　the　end；　when

Clara　and　her　nutcracker　prince　go　to　heaven　in　a　sleigh　pulled　by　horses。

Then　Jenny　and　Nate　should　follow　straight　to　her　house　for　dinner　to　Rufus；　but　there　was　a

more　perfect　to　destroy　an　afternoon　walk　than　go　to　the　home　of　the　father；　who；　with　his

shirt　that　was　pouring　in　the　kitchen　rum　and　a　bottle　of　ketchup　economic　size　in　a　pan。

Nate　was　so　perfect　all　day；　holding　her　hand　and　pointing　to　the　preferred　shares　of　the

ballet。　Until　the　appearance　of　it　was　perfect；　of　Cashmere　in　gray　jacket　and　blue　shirt　to

winkle。

So；　instead；　Jenny　decided　to　go　home　by　the　longest　path　through　Central　Park。

When　reached　the　path　to　the　lake　in　boats；　it　took　Nates　hand　and　shook。　Their　black　boots

of　suede　soles　had　a　smooth　and　She　slipped　in　the　ice。　Now　that　was　no　longer　distracted　by

the　ballet；　she　could　not　fail　to　understand　the　strange　sensation　of　irritation　in　the　ass。

In　silence　she　reminded　herself　to　relax　…　not　stuck　with　the　panties；　I　was　just　using　the

new　thong。

The　free　hand　of　Nate　was　locked　in　the　bag　of　weed　in　the　pocket　of　the　jacket　of　wool；

keeping　it　warm。　There　was　nothing　worse　than　frozen　grass。　It　is　all　soaked　and　made　a

tremendous　smoke　when　you　light　up。　He　wanted　to　turn　so　they　left　the　ballet；　but　there　was

something　surreal　and　beautiful　diving　in　the　snow　in　the　sun　and　the　heat　of　the　hand　of

his　that　Jenny　did　not　bother　to　tighten　one。　He　just　wanted　to　talk。