feel　it　in　his　hands。

Oh；　please。　Don？t　cry。

？Not　as　hard　as　Coach　Heffner？s　arse；？　Lord　Marcus　joked。　？She　told　us　all　about　how　she

stabbed　you　with　a　fork　when　you　tried　to　hit　on　her。？

Nate　had　pretty　much　blocked　that　little　episode　out　of　his　mind；　and　he　flinched；

remembering。　？I　just　wasn？t　expecting　a　hot　female　coach；？　he　admitted。

？Believe　me；　none　of　us　were；？　Lord　Marcus　replied　with　a　knowing　smile。　He　lit　a　Marlboro

Red；　but　the　tiny；　shriveled　cabdriver　flapped　his　hand　in　annoyance；　so　he　threw　it　out　the

window。

？Let？s　all　light　cigarettes　and　see　what　he　does；？　Serena　whispered；　still　feeling　giddy。　She

handed　out　four　Merit　Ultra　Lights　from　her　black　suede　Balenciaga　fringed　hobo　bag　and　Lord

Marcus　helped　her　light　them　with　a　silver　Tiffany　lighter。

The　driver　screeched　to　a　halt　when　he　noticed　the　smoke。　？Get　out　of　my　cab！？　he　shouted；　his

tiny；　shriveled　fists　raised　in　anger。

Lord　Marcus；　ever　the　polite　Englishman；　began　to　apologize；　pretending　he　didn？t　know　it　was

illegal　to　smoke　in　American　taxis。　But　they　were　al