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tequila shots are foreplay.
    “I… uh, have to pack,” Rhys said desperately.
    “No you don’t.” Sabine made puppy-dog eyes at him. “You know what I always say?” She leaned closer to Rhys so he could smell
     the tequila and Life Savers on her breath. “
Je ne regrette rien
.”
    Suddenly, a look of terror flashed across her face. “I don’t feel so good!” she apologized, throwing open one of the doors
     to the terrace. Rhys could hear retching sounds.
    “Happens to the best of us,” Hugh called out cheerfully. He turned back to the guys, his face now serious. “Listen, Rhys.
     You have to do more than pack,” he announced, thoughtfully stroking his bearded chin. At the beginning of the school year,
     as a show of solidarity after Kelsey broke up with Rhys, the swim team had made a pact that all of them would stop shaving,
     and that none of them would get action until Rhys had. The rest of the team had abandoned the plan after a few weeks, but
     Hugh had soldiered on. The fact that facial hair made it easier for him to avoid getting carded was certainly a plus. “You
     need to lose your virginity, stat. And here’s your opportunity. Sometimes it’s easier to get outside of your comfort zone
     if you’re in a different geographic region. It expands your thought horizons and stuff like that. You better get laid in the
     Bahamas. If you don’t, I don’t even want to see you back here,” Hugh finished, as if that settled the matter. “I’ll go make
     sure she’s okay,” he added, and went outside to check on Sabine.
    Rhys shook his head at Hugh’s lewd suggestion. It was true—he was still a virgin. The swim team guys had been trying to get
     him to lose his V card this entire year. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had any opportunities: At any given party, he could pull
     a girl like Sabine away to one of the guest rooms upstairs and just get it over with. But he didn’t
want
that. He wanted a nice girl whom he could go to dinner with, kiss while watching romantic comedies, make playlists for and
     send cute e-mails to. And then, when they were ready, they could have sex. And have it actually
mean
something.
    This week on
Tea with Lady Sterling
: freak-of-nature high school boys.
    “You okay?” Owen asked Rhys sympathetically, once they were alone again. He pulled out two more beers and placed them on the
     counter. He knew Rhys had been bent out of shape over the whole virginity thing. He’d wanted to lose it to Kelsey, only to
     discover Kelsey had lost
hers
to Owen. It was pretty messed up, actually, and Owen really hoped Rhys would be able to put the past behind him and move
     on.
    “Better than
her
.” Rhys gestured toward Sabine’s still-retching form. Okay, so he sort of felt like a loser.
    “You better not come back from the Bahamas a virgin,” Hugh called from the terrace, where he was rubbing Sabine’s back. “Carlyle,
     make sure of it!” he added.
    Thus spoke the Master of Multitasking.
    Rhys considered this. As drunk as Hugh was, he had a point. Why
not
just lose it in the Bahamas? Maybe out of New York, and out of his mom’s sight, he’d be able to lose his hang-ups. Maybe
     if he just got it over with, away from Hugh and the swim team guys, he’d be in a better place to find a
real
relationship once he got back. He needed to stop acting like a shy pansy.
    “I’m going to do it!” Rhys announced. He drained the entire Sierra Nevada in one gulp and slammed down the empty bottle as
     if in victory. “Watch me!”
    Not literally, we hope….

home for the holidays
    “Do you want to watch
Belle de Jour
or
Amélie
?” Jack called to J.P. as she rifled through the DVDs in her dad’s lame collection. Even though Jack had been living in her
     dad’s Bank Street town house for over a month, she didn’t think of it as her home. She definitely didn’t feel like she belonged
     there.
    The rest of the world—including the Laurents’ Irish nanny, Saoirse—had begun their