？Maybe weshould ask Stefan for some iced coffee；？ Serena suggested； ignoring her。
？Yes； sound very good。？ Ibiza nodded then strode slowly and deliberately to the umbrella…shaded
table。 She pulled out one of the heavy wooden chairs and curled up on it oh…so…casually。 ？I call
him。 Stefan！ Stefan！？
Serena held her breath； listening for the sound of approaching footsteps。
？Now；？ hissed Blair quietly。
On cue； they jumped off of their lounges and took off running； giggling hysterically； over the
plush velvety lawn and into the thicket of leafy trees on the perimeter of the large； sunny yard。
？Look； look！？ Serena ducked behind the leafy boughs of a baby oak； pointing at the scene they？d
just fled： Stefan had appeared； as beckoned； clad in his usual ensemble of tight white tee and cargo
shorts。 He was also sporting a cute little grosgrain ribbon headband to keep his thick hair out of
his brown eyes； which were wide with shock。 Ibiza sat before him in all her bizarre
pale…and…tanned polka…dottedness。 She stuck out her chest； trying to look sexy； but her oddly
shaped boobs just pointed in different directions。 Svetlana had chosen just that minute to finally
emerge from the pool； dripping wet。 She picked up her iPod； stuck in her headphones； and began
to dance； flapping her pale； spindly arms。 She looked like an albino flamingo。 ？Ratfucker！？ she
sang loudly； totally misund