Barbados　and　St。　Anton；　just　to　ensure。

After　pasting　the　box　twenty　stamps　which　had　surrupiado　the　desk　of　her　father；　Jenny　took

the　package　to　the　kitchen　and　opened　the　back　door　to　leave　it　to　the　postman。　It　was　great

live　in　a　building　as　the　old　her。　There　was　no　mailbox　on　the　ground　floor；　so　the　postman

used　the　service　elevator　and　the　mail　delivered　directly　to　the　back　door。　She　placed　the

box　on　the　floor；　beneath　the　small　shelf　where　the　postman　raised　the　match；　and　made　a

frown　at　her；　asking　whether　it　should　perhaps　open　it　again　and　include　the　thong　so　that

the　box　was　a　little　more　sexy。　Thinking　better；　it　seemed　half　of　piranha。　Furthermore；

Nate　had　given　him　the　thong　of　Christmas。　If　sent　back；　Nate　could　not　believe　that　she　had

liked。

Dan　appeared　in　the　kitchen　and　saw　Jenny　standing　in　the　back　door。

…　What　are　you　doing？　…　He　asked；　suspicious。　His　father　had　asked　to　Dan　to　keep　an　eye　on

Jenny　and　he　was　taking　the　task　seriously。

Jenny　closed　the　door。

…　Just　seeing　if　you　have　mail。　…　She　turned　and　looked　at　Dan　semicerrados　eyes。　The　hair

of　him　was　blurry　and　he　wore　the　same　white　shirt　stained　coffee　two　days　ago。　…　You're

horrible。

Dan　put　instant　coffee　in　the　cup　and　opened　the　tap　of　hot　water　until　it　is　hot　enough　to

dissolve　the　crystals。　He　filled　the　cup　and　drank　a　sip。

…　I　am　working　on　a　poem　…　he　said；　as　if　that　explained　everything。

Jenny　opened　the　refrigerator；　would　get　a　can　of　yogurt　DANNON　of　coffee；　and　then　withdrew

his　hand　and　closed　the　door　of　the　refrigerator　with　a　thud。　The　last　thing　I　wanted　was　to

see　Nate　before　fat　again。

Dan　blew