Reginald pulled the black Mercedes to the curb, stepped out, and opened the door for the girls. Then she got a mental picture of Cyn making out with Scott in the hallway of Trinity or Cyn dancing on the bar at Hogs and Heifers (fake IDs came in so handy) while every guy in the place drooled over her. One of the maids got deported.'įor a moment Anna was tempted. 'If you think you'll be too lonely in your big-ass brownstone all by yourself, you can come live in our big-ass penthouse. 'You'd better.' Anna started to gather her things as Reginald slowed the car near the American Airlines terminal. Though Anna could certainly learn a thing or two from the Cyn/Scott playback, she opted to spare herself the anguish. Anyway, après Scott, I'll call and give you the blow by blow.' 'Anna Percy, world's oldest living virgin.

'They're going to stick your butt in the Smithsonian one of these days,' Cyn remarked. It's easier when you don't care.'Īnna laughed. 'I'm happy for you,' she said, trying to mean it but failing miserably. There was an air of victory in her tone.Īnna was too good a friend to point out that in fact two guys had gone there before, because she knew that Cyn had been wasted on both occasions and had decided they didn't count. Scott Spencer will go where no man has gone before,' Cyn said. 'I'm sure Scott will help you piss away the time.' Anna popped a hand over her mouth. 'Do you have any idea how bad life is going to suck without you?' 'Out with the old, in with the new, huh?' Cyn threw her head back against the buttery leather.

'Actually, it's the morning of the day of New Year's Eve,' Anna said, pleased that she could be so precise in her current condition. 'No thanks.' Her tongue felt thick and her lips were sticking to her teeth. We're still like a mile from JFK.'Īnna shook her head. The Percy family driver, Reginald, inched the car along the Van Wyck Expressway and pretended there weren't two underage girls drinking in the backseat.Ĭyn offered the bottle to Anna.

'If you've got to do bumper-to-bumper, it's better in a Mercedes,' Cyn told Anna, and took another long guzzle from the nearly empty bottle of Krug Clos du Mesnil champagne she'd purloined from her parents' wine cellar. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Visit our Web site at First eBook Edition: July 2008 Copyright © 2003 by 17th Street Productions, an Alloy companyġ271 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

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