uch　a　good　kisser；　now　that　he？d　started；　she

wasn？t　about　to　make　him　stop。

scan？t　find　her　boyfriend；　but　so　what？

？I　told　her　she　has　a　better　backside　than　any　girl　in　the　business；？　one　of　Les　Best？s　stylists　told

a　photographer　forW　magazine。　？That　slim…hipped；　tomboy　butt。　Like　she　could　just　slip　on　her

boyfriend？s　dirty　old　jeans　and　make　them　look　fresh　and　sexy。？

Serena　shook　her　lovely　blond　head　in　good…natured　protest　and　puffed　on　an　American

Spirit。　？My　boyfriend　never　wears　jeans。　He　thinks　they？re　overrated。　He　wears　those　green

canvas　army　pants。　You　know；　the　real　ones　from　the　army　surplus　store？？　She　glanced　around　the

crowded；　smoky　after…party　which　was　in　full　force　at　Cr？me；　a　new　go…go　club　on　Forty…third

Street；　but　she　didn？t　see　Aaron　anywhere。　He？d　never　e　backstage　at　the　show；　so　she？d

figured　she？d　just　meet　him　here。

？And　is　your　boyfriend　named　Aaron；　by　any　chance？？　the　stylist　asked。　He　giggled　and　pointed

at　her　T…shirt。　？You　should　get　Les　to　make　a　whole　line　of　those。　Everyone　would　totally　go　for

it？it　would　be　so　wild！？

？Would　you　mind　stepping　back　for　a　moment　so　I　could　get　her　picture？？　the　photographer

asked　the　stylist。

？And　could　you　autograph　this　Polaroid　for　my　collection；

Serena？？　a　tiny　leather…pants…wearing　older　man　with　a　white

buzz　cut　asked。

？Me　too！？　another　voice　chimed　in。

Serena　hitched　up　the　baby　blue　hip…hugging　Les　Best　jeans　she？d　acquired　pliments　of　the

house　and　pointed　to　the　I　LOVEAARONlogo　emblazoned　on　the　front　of　her　shirt　as　she　grinned

cheesily　for　the　camera。

？I　bet　if　you　held　an　auction　for　that　shirt　right　now；　you　could