Sex and the city

Chapter 33 Bonn and Ermine Fur Coats (2)
The train passed Greenwich, and the wind blew snow from the windows.They passed Green Farm and Westport, past small, dirty industrial towns.The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the train had to temporarily stop at a small station to wait for the blizzard to pass.Strangers start talking to each other.Right now, it's Christmas.

Kelly lit a cigarette.Her mind was full of St. Barts.She pictured the man, and Jason Maude and his girlfriend (whoever she was), lying by the pool of the villa, with the blue sky overhead.Jason Moder's girlfriends would wear white bikinis and black sun hats, sipping drinks through straws.At lunch time, people started to come, and everyone was tall and good-looking, with a beautiful tan complexion.

Kelly shivered as snowflakes drifted in through the crack in the car door.She silently wondered if she would never be able to do anything right in this life.

At midnight, Skip was at home, making a long-distance call to California.Standing at the window, he saw a taxi pull up and pull up across the street.He could clearly see a couple in the back seat of the car making love to each other.Then the woman got out of the car, wearing a heavy fur coat, wrapped around her head and neck, as bulky as a dozen woolen sweaters—it was Samantha Jones.

Two minutes later, Skip's doorbell rang.

"Samantha," Skip said, "I'm waiting for you!"

"Please, Skip, don't be so childish, I'm here to borrow shampoo," she said.

"Shampoo? Have a drink first!" Skip asked.

"A small glass," Samantha said. "Don't play tricks on me, don't put some ecstasy or something."

"Ecstasy? I don't do drugs, I don't even touch cocaine. Oh my god, I can't believe you're in my house."

"I can't believe it, too," Samantha said.She wandered around the living room, touching and looking around. "You know, although people think I'm organized, I'm actually quite 'casual'."

"Why don't you take off your coat first?" Skip said. "Sit down. Do you want to go to bed?"

"I really want to wash my hair," Samantha said.

"You can wash here," Skip said, "after bed."

"I do not want."

"Who was that man who kissed you in the taxi?" Skip asked.

"A man I'm not interested in or want," Samantha said, "like you."

"But you can have me," Skip said. "I'm single."

"Yes, of course you're 'single'." Samantha smiled.

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"Cherry," said a man's voice from the living room, "I'm so glad you came to see me."

"You know, I've been meaning to come and see you," Bonn said.

"Come here, I have a present for you."

Bonn looked in the mirror in the stately vestibule, then went into the drawing room.A middle-aged man is sitting on a sofa, drinking tea, with his legs propped against a coffee table, and Italian slippers on his feet.

"Come here, let me see you and see if you have grown old in the past two months. Last time we went to the Aegean Sea, didn't you get sunburned?"

"You're not old at all," Bonn said. "You look forever young. Any secret?"

"The secret is the face cream you gave me last time," the man said. "What brand is it?"

"Kiell." Bonn sat down on the chair next to him.

"Bring me some more bottles," the man said. "Is that watch still there?"

"Watch?" said Bonn. "Oh, I gave it to a bum. He's been asking me the time, so I think he needs it more than I do."

"Oh, you're so naughty," said the man, "you're always making fun of me like that."

"Have I ever given someone else what you gave me?"

"No," said the man. "Come and see what I got for you. Cashmere coats, one of each color. Would you like to try?"

"Okay, I want everything," Bonn said.

Liwa's party

The annual Christmas party at Liva Wilder's is always full of excitement, the music is blaring, and people are everywhere.Dope guy, dude in the stairs, aiming at the cops downstairs peeing down the balcony...Stanford came with a pair of twin male models who just arrived in New York; Bonn was there too, but to Stanford Lucky doesn't see it; Skip is flirting with a woman in the corner; the Christmas tree has been knocked down by someone.

Skip pulled away with difficulty and came over to say hello to Kelly.Kelly teases him, asking why he keeps wanting to kiss women. "I feel like it's my responsibility," Skip said, and then turned to Mr. Bigger. "Don't you think I'm making great progress?"

Skip ran to Liwa again. "Why haven't you been looking for me lately? It seems like all my friends are laughing at me. Is it because of Mike, isn't it? Because he doesn't like me?"

"If you keep doing this, no one will like you." Liwa said.Then there was the sound of vomiting in the bathroom.

At one o'clock in the morning, the party was a mess.The floor looks like it's been washed with alcohol; a bunch of crackheads have taken over the restroom; the Christmas tree has fallen three times; no one can find their coats.

Stanford said to Liwa: "I finally gave up on Bonn. I've never seen anyone wrong before, but maybe he's really heterosexual." Liwa looked at Stanford blankly.

"Hey, come here!" Stanford suddenly became happy again, calling Liwa, "Come and see what your Christmas tree looks like. Haha, it's so beautiful!"

Chapter 1 The Sex and Sorrow of the Queen of Society: He's Rich, Loves Me, and Is...Ugly
Kelly ran into Bernie Entswell as she was walking out of the Bergdorf Mall.

"Honey!" cried Bernie, "I haven't seen you in years. You look so good!"

"You too," Kelly said.

"You have to have lunch with me, go now! I just got dove by Emmarita. By the way, she's in town too, we're still friends."

"I guess she's waiting for Jack's call."

"Ah, she's still with him?" Bernie said, brushing her hair, "I've got a reservation at 21. Please, you have to eat with me. I haven't been back to New York in a year." , we need to have a good chat."

Bernie is beautiful and doesn't look like she's in her 40s.A black mink coat lined her long light blonde hair, and her complexion was tanned to a healthy wheat color by the beach in Los Angeles.She's been on TV lately, but before that she was a famous New York courtesan, the craziest girl in a nightclub.The men thought she was too wild, and no one wanted to marry her, but there were countless men who wanted to sleep with her.

"I want the table in the back, it's quieter, we can smoke and chat," Bernie said.Once seated, Bernie lit a Cuban cigar. "Tell me about that wedding announcement, I can't wait to hear it," she said, referring to Chloe and Jason Kingsley's Galapagos wedding announcement.Chloe is 36 years old, and she is still an alluring beauty; but the man she married is an ordinary-looking man.

"Well, Jason is smart, nice, and from a good family," Kelly said, "and he's always been nice to me."

"Please, dear," Bernie said, "a man like Kingsley is not the type to marry. There are a lot of men in New York who treat you well, care about you, and are there when you need help." Appearing by your side, this is considered a good friend. When you are alone and sad at night, you can comfort yourself and say that at least there is someone like Kingsley who can be a backup, marry At least he doesn't have to worry about the rent. But the question is, if you think about it carefully, can you really bear to sleep in the same bed with him at night and watch him brush his teeth in the morning?"

"Sandra said he wanted to kiss her once," Kelly said. "She said to him, 'If I really needed company that much, I'd get a cat or buy a throw pillow.'"

Bernie popped open her compact compact, pretending to see if her eye makeup was on, but Kelly thought she was checking to see if a man noticed her. "I wanted to call Chloe directly and ask her, but no, she hasn't spoken to me in years," Bernie said. — I'm sure Chloe is chair. I haven't been to those dinners in years, so I'll pay $350 and go myself. I just want to see what she looks like now!"

Bernie laughed, and several people turned to look at her. "A few years ago, at the lowest point of my life, life was a mess, and sometimes I walked out with cocaine powder on my face. My dad called me to come home, and I asked him why.' You back I can see you at home,' my dad said, 'I can't tell if you're doing well until I see you.' So I want to see Chloe. I can tell how she's doing when I see her .Is she depressed? Hates herself? Has she started taking Prozac?"

"No." Kelly finally said something.

"Then what religion was she baptized by? Spiritual power or something?" Bernie asked, "It seems that a lot of people are doing this recently, it's very fashionable."

"I want to know this for my own reasons. I almost married a man like Kingsley a few years ago," Bernie said slowly. Solved. Maybe never will."

"Waiter, open a bottle of champagne for us." Bernie snapped her fingers to call the waiter.She took a deep breath and continued, "I had just broken up with a disgusting man. His name was Dominique. He was an Italian banker. He was as vicious as his mother, typical European garbage, but he himself Pretty proud. He wasn’t nice to me at the time, but I didn’t mind it at all and put it all together. Of course, I woke up after drinking too much psychedelic tea one night in Jamaica Turns out he didn't really love me at all. But that's another story. Before that I was a whole other person - growing up in a small town in Maine, pretty good looking, kind of educated, all day long I've been approached by strangers. But I'm kind of mean and cold inside. I have no feelings for anyone, and I've never really loved anyone.

"But I lived with Dominique for three years. One reason is that he brought it up on the first day we dated; the other reason is that his apartment is very high-end, and the window opens to the East River. He is still in East Hampshire. There was a big house in Tonton. I had no money and no job, so I had to dub TV commercials, sing songs, and stuff like that.

"Then I finally broke up with him - he found out that I was having an affair with someone else, and he insisted that I return all the jewelry he bought for me. So I thought, I have to find someone to marry right away. , the sooner the better."

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(End of this chapter)